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“Are you certain you want to refuse treatment?” In the examination room, the white ceiling reflected the setting sun’s rays, the glare so intense that Jeanette Palme could barely keep her eyes open. Clutching her stomach cancer diagnosis report, she replied with calm composure: “Yes, I’m certain.” The doctor, bound by professional duty, continued his persuasion: “Although your cancer is in the intermediate to advanced stage, the condition hasn’t spiraled out of control yet. You’re still young, and with aggressive treatment, while we can’t achieve a complete cure, we could at least extend your life.” She smiled softly: “Thank you for your kindness, but I’ve already made my decision to accept this outcome.” Her meaning was crystal clear—she had decided to wait for death. The doctor was about to say more when Jeanette’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was urgent, coming through clearly despite the old phone: “Jeanette, we have a crisis! There’s a problem with the company project! The new data needs Mr. Myers’ approval, but we can’t reach his work number…” Today marked the one-week anniversary of Wiley Myers and his fiancée Sally Gallagher. They should be enjoying a candlelit dinner on the top floor of the Marriott Hotel right now, taking in the night view. Jeanette said quietly: “I understand. I’ll handle it now.” After hanging up, she politely bid farewell to the doctor. As she closed the door, she heard the doctor’s sigh: “You’re still young—you should cherish life. Is work really more important than your life?” Jeanette paused for a moment. For her, living was agony; death would be liberation. Jeanette skillfully dialed Wiley’s private number. After ringing for a long time, Sally’s shrill voice came through. Sally made no effort to hide her disgust: “Calling my fiancé this late, Ms. Palmer—don’t you have any shame? Don’t you have any sense at all? Don’t you know what day this is?” Jeanette didn’t respond, simply explaining calmly: “There’s a problem with the company project that requires Mr. Myers’ personal confirmation. Both the secretarial department and project department are waiting for his directive.” The phone finally returned to Wiley’s hands. His voice was ice-cold, devoid of emotion: “Go to the office, get my work computer, and bring it to the Marriott Hotel.” However, when she arrived at the hotel, Jeanette was blocked at the entrance. The security guard said sternly: “Sorry, Ms. Palmer. Mr. Myers and Ms. Gallagher are enjoying their private time and don’t wish to be disturbed. Please wait outside.” The winter wind was bone-chilling, making Jeanette shiver. She said politely: “Please deliver the computer to Mr. Myers.” The guard remained expressionless: “Something this important, you’d better hand it to him personally.” Jeanette understood the implication in the guard’s words. She remembered that Vivian Myers had also died on a cold winter night. This was Wiley’s way of tormenting her, making her relive the pain of that night. Jeanette didn’t argue. She waited from evening until deep into the night. The howling north wind that had raged all day finally stopped, and in the quiet night, heavy snow began falling like goose feathers. Soon, the entire city was blanketed in white, and snow accumulated on her as well. Jeanette was frozen numb, nearly losing all sensation in her hands and feet. Yet her cheeks and forehead burned with fever, her head spinning. She thought she would wait until dawn. In her dazed state, the hotel’s glass doors revolved, and Wiley emerged with a dark expression. His tall figure loomed over her. Compared to Jeanette’s disheveled state, he remained impeccably clean and composed, still proud and aloof. Jeanette trembled as she handed over the computer: “Mr. Myers, please review this.” He sneered coldly, suddenly grabbing her wrist, veins bulging on the back of his hand: “Jeanette, how does this bone-chilling cold feel?” Her expression remained unchanged: “This is what I deserve.” As soon as she finished speaking, Jeanette suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. She abruptly lost her strength, swaying unsteadily. Wiley released her hand in disgust, causing Jeanette to fall heavily to the ground. Jeanette felt her stomach churning violently.

“Vivian, don’t go edit those photos! Don’t take that road!” Jeanette jolted awake from her nightmare, tears having already soaked her hair and pillow. She gasped for air, her heart racing as she struggled to calm down. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the hospital room. Seeing the white ceiling above, Jeanette felt momentarily disoriented. As she looked around, her gaze met Rock Edwards’ beautiful eyes. Rock was Jeanette’s college classmate who had harbored feelings for her for four years. After she went abroad to study, they lost touch. A few months ago, Jeanette ran into him at a business dinner. She had been blackout drunk that night, practically retching bile. It was through Wiley’s cold mockery that Rock learned about all the grievances between them. Jeanette later realized that before losing consciousness, she had accidentally dialed Rock’s number when her finger brushed against her contacts. She said somewhat awkwardly, “Sorry for causing you trouble again.” Rock’s expression was grave. As a doctor at this hospital, his colleagues had already informed him of Jeanette’s condition. His eyes reddened. “Jeanette, you can’t keep putting off treatment! Do you realize what you’re doing? I heard you want to give up treatment?” Jeanette nodded. Though tear stains remained on her face, she smiled with a sense of relief. “Rock, Vivian must be thinking of me. If I die, it’ll be better for everyone.” That way, she could finally escape from her suffering. Rock lost his composure. “It’s Wiley forcing you, isn’t it? He’s making you give up treatment?” “That’s not how it is, Jeanette! Not everyone doesn’t care about you—at least I want you to live.” After speaking, he turned and walked away, his steps frantic and unsteady. “I’m going to find my professor right now to arrange the best treatment plan for you. You still have a chance…” Jeanette gently caught Rock’s hand. “Rock, it’s my own choice not to pursue treatment.” The thought of her diagnosis made Rock’s heart ache unbearably. “But your condition will only get worse! Why give up on life? I’ll help you quit your job right now!” Jeanette gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t deliberately seek death. I just want to let nature take its course. Rock, please let me follow my heart.” Jeanette knew Rock genuinely cared for her, but she only wanted to complete her atonement to Vivian in her final days and peacefully bid farewell to this world. She also didn’t want the cost of chemotherapy to become Rock’s burden. Rock fell silent. He understood that Jeanette’s desperate determination to stay at Myers Group was both Wiley’s revenge against her and her only way to atone for Vivian. Moreover, once she made a decision, she never changed her mind. With a heavy expression, Rock left the hospital room. Jeanette removed her IV drip. She had an important business dinner tonight. Her phone was already full of missed calls from Wiley. When Jeanette hurried to the venue, the drinking session had just begun. Over the years, she had accompanied Wiley and secured many projects for Myers Group. Her alcohol tolerance had even surpassed Wiley’s, though her body had unknowingly deteriorated. As Jeanette pushed open the private room door, no one seemed surprised to see her. What she hadn’t expected was Sally’s presence. Sally was nestled beside Wiley, who was patiently serving food onto her plate. Someone said, “Ms. Palmer, such an important project proposal, and you’re actually half an hour late!” Another person chimed in, “I heard Ms. Palmer has quite the drinking capacity. Since you’re late, we’ll have to see it for ourselves today, won’t we?” “Perfect timing—I’ve got plenty of good liquor stored up. Let’s have the waiters bring it all out so we can witness Ms. Palmer’s prowess!” “Ms. Palmer should down a few penalty drinks to make things right, don’t you think?” Facing these provocations, Wiley remained coldly detached, his expression indifferent. Someone brought up Wiley: “Ms. Palmer is Mr. Myers’ secretary. Why don’t we let Mr. Myers decide how many drinks she should be penalized?” Wiley smiled coldly and said casually, “I don’t care. She can drink as much as she’s able.” “Excellent! Mr. Myers is so generous!” Jeanette looked at the dozen or so people around the table, some with excitement gleaming in their eyes. She didn’t refuse, picking up the glass and downing it in one gulp. The same motion repeated over a dozen times. Despite the burning pain in her stomach and cold sweat beading on her forehead, Jeanette gritted her teeth and endured it all. When she finished the last glass, a bald man wrapped his arm around her waist. Jeanette panicked, her body losing strength as the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick up the pieces, cutting her hand on the shards as blood began to flow. Jeanette forced a professional smile: “Sorry, I’m so clumsy. I’ve ruined your mood.” The man snorted coldly. Wiley suddenly stood up with a dark expression, perhaps worried that her behavior might affect the deal, his jaw clenched tight: “Jeanette, go outside and pull yourself together!” “Yes, sir.” Jeanette left respectfully. Once in the restroom, Jeanette gripped the sink and began vomiting violently. Bright red blood spread before her eyes. She numbly turned on the faucet, cupping water in her hands and splashing it on her face. The cold water brought some clarity to her foggy consciousness. As Jeanette turned to leave, she ran straight into Sally. Sally glared at Jeanette with jealousy and slapped her across the face: “What are you playing at, acting all pitiful? You usually drink just fine, don’t you? Having Wiley shield you from the drinks – are you feeling pretty smug about that? Don’t think I don’t know about your past with Wiley. Stop dreaming! You’re the one who indirectly killed Vivian, you murderer. The Myers family will never forgive you! Stop having unrealistic fantasies! Wiley and I are getting married soon.” Jeanette’s head throbbed painfully. She smiled with resignation: “Congratulations to both of you.” She lowered her head, her tone gentle: “Miss Gallagher, don’t worry. I have no fantasies whatsoever. I stopped caring for Mr. Myers long ago.” She felt she didn’t deserve to care for him. “I only stay by Mr. Myers’ side to repay my debt.” Because of one photograph, Vivian had lost her life. Jeanette felt she would carry this guilt forever, until the day she died. Sally’s gaze shifted past Jeanette as she called out sweetly: “Wiley, why did you come out?” Wiley had heard who knows how much of their conversation. Jeanette could feel the icy fury radiating from him. But before she could speak, whether from the alcohol clouding her mind or her body shutting down, she could barely stand. As she fell, Jeanette instinctively reached for Sally to steady herself, accidentally breaking the necklace around her neck. The pearls scattered across the white floor with crisp sounds, snapping Jeanette back to awareness. Sally screamed, saying to Wiley with grievance: “That was our engagement gift!” Wiley comforted her gently: “It’s okay, we have others.” Then he looked coldly at Jeanette: “Not a single pearl can be missing. Pick them all up. If even one is missing, you’re not leaving tonight.” He wrapped his arm around Sally’s waist: “You said you weren’t feeling well. Let me have someone take you home first.” Jeanette watched them embrace and leave, feeling somewhat dazed. She thought to herself: “They’re such a perfect match.” Once upon a time, Wiley had treated her with that same tenderness. She got down on her hands and knees, picking up the pearls one by one. High heels and dress shoes passed by her, but not a single person stopped to help. One server said excitedly: “I’m so envious of Mr. Myers and Miss Gallagher’s relationship – they’re such a perfect match!” Another server replied: “Absolutely! Mr. Myers becomes so gentle around Miss Gallagher.” Jeanette thought to herself: “How wonderful. After I die, everyone will be free. Then Wiley won’t be trapped by hatred anymore either. He’ll have a new life and new love.” Jeanette weakly finished collecting all the pearls. After returning to the private room, Wiley wouldn’t let her leave. His business dinner wasn’t over yet. He was worried that Jeanette’s presence would dampen everyone’s mood, so he didn’t allow her to continue drinking, but he required her to drive him home. By the time the dinner ended, it was already late at night. Wiley had consumed a lot of alcohol and reeked of liquor. Neither of them spoke during the entire ride. Jeanette drove Wiley to his usual residence at Pinewood Estate. She helped him lie down and was preparing to quietly leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly. Wiley’s eyes snapped open, his gaze blurred with intoxication. He pinned Jeanette beneath him and whispered, “Jan…” That familiar, tender nickname made Jeanette’s body tremble. But the next second, Wiley spoke with pure hatred: “I hate you so much, you know that?” His burning kisses fell upon Jeanette. She used all her strength but couldn’t push him away. “You said you don’t love me anymore? That staying by my side is just to pay off your debt?” He bit down on Jeanette’s shoulder, the metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth. “But can you ever truly pay off that debt? That was a living person! That was my sister!” The hatred in his eyes was sharp as a blade. “Jeanette, why don’t you just die already?” His tears dripped onto Jeanette’s hand. Jeanette gently touched the corner of Wiley’s eye and said softly, “That day is coming soon.” But Wiley didn’t hear her, collapsing sideways in his drunken stupor. Jeanette thought to herself: “Even in his dreams, he wishes for my death. Wiley, you’ll get your wish very soon.”

Jeanette had a fever. She couldn’t tell if it was caused by the tumor or from walking too far alone that night at Pinewood Estate when she couldn’t get a ride. Her entire body ached as if her bones had been crushed. Jeanette knew that without treatment, combined with drinking and overexertion, her condition was deteriorating. In her daze, she received a call from Wiley, his tone clearly displeased: “Jeanette, what time is it? Why aren’t you at work yet? Can you afford to cover any losses to the company?” Jeanette suppressed the tremor in her voice: “Mr. Myers, is there something important scheduled?” “Sally is sick. You need to accompany her for her IV treatment.” As Wiley’s assistant, Jeanette worked through Christmas without rest, handling all the company’s affairs big and small. But accompanying Sally for IV treatment wasn’t part of her job description, especially when she was in such physical pain. After hesitating for a moment, she said: “Mr. Myers, someone else could handle this. I already submitted a leave request to HR this morning.” Wiley let out a cold laugh: “I’m not approving it.” Jeanette said: “But I…” Wiley cut her off: “Jeanette, get this straight—you don’t have the right to negotiate with me. You need to be at the hospital within thirty minutes.” With that, he hung up decisively, as if certain Jeanette would comply. Because she had promised to use her life to compensate the Myers family. Wiley had said back then that letting her die would be too easy for her. She had long lost the right to choose. Jeanette forced herself up, hastily swallowed a few painkillers, and headed out. In the IV room, Sally said contemptuously: “If Wiley hadn’t had a last-minute meeting and couldn’t accompany me, I wouldn’t want to see you! Looking at your face makes me sick!” Suddenly remembering the accidentally damaged necklace, Sally’s face twisted into a malicious smile: “I suddenly want chocolate cookies, apple pie, and artisan coffee. Go buy them.” Jeanette said calmly: “My job is to watch your IV.” The IV room door was pushed open as Wiley strode in: “My assistant is Sally’s assistant. Whatever she tells you to do, you do it.” The items Sally wanted were scattered across different corners of the city, far apart and located in narrow alleys. This was clearly harassment, but Wiley was enabling her. Jeanette left silently. She managed to buy everything in under an hour, but Sally disgustedly threw them in the trash, sneering: “Sorry, these are too cheap and killed my appetite. I also want funnel cake from that bakery two blocks away, but they close at eleven-thirty.” Sally glanced at her watch: “Ten minutes, two blocks away—that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” Jeanette had no energy left to run. Standing there, she felt troubled. Wiley said coldly: “Go now.” The winter wind was bone-chillingly cold, making even breathing painful. Jeanette ran desperately, but the road seemed endless. Her steps grew weaker and weaker. Warm blood poured from her nose, the bright red staining her shirt. No matter how much Jeanette wiped, she couldn’t clean it off. Her throat was filled with the metallic taste of blood, and it seemed unstoppable. She could only call Rock for help. Rock asked anxiously: “Jeanette, where are you?” Everything before Jeanette’s eyes suddenly twisted and blurred. She collapsed heavily to the ground, taking one last look at the sky, thinking: “Maybe this is my farewell to this world. Can I finally go be with Vivian?” At the hospital, time ticked by. Sally’s IV was almost finished, but Jeanette still hadn’t returned. Sally watched Wiley’s increasingly dark expression and tentatively said: “Could Ms. Palmer have gotten angry and just left?” Wiley frowned: “She wouldn’t dare.” But an inexplicable unease was rising in his chest.

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I took care of Peter Quinn for five years, helping him climb back from rock bottom to the top. He once promised to marry me. But on his birthday, his ex-girlfriend Chloe Mitchell stood outside the hotel in the rain, begging for his forgiveness. Peter, usually so cold and distant, turned red-eyed and pulled her into his arms in front of everyone. At the celebration dinner, he had Chloe replace me to give the speech on stage. I heard him sneer to his friend: “Lydia’s nice enough, but she’ll never be presentable.” In that moment, I suddenly felt exhausted. Later, Peter said he’d realized that Chloe was the one he truly loved. He gave me a sum of money and a plane ticket, asking me to let him go and leave the city. I nodded and agreed. Not long after, the news reported a plane crash. Someone said that Peter was in the middle of his wedding when he suddenly broke down crying. Running into Peter’s celebration party was pure coincidence. My friend was having a birthday dinner at the restaurant and invited me. I arrived a bit late due to traffic. While looking for the private dining room, I suddenly heard enthusiastic applause. Then I heard a familiar voice: “Thank you all for coming to Peter’s celebration party. His art exhibition was very successful, but it took five years of hard work behind the scenes. I’ve been with him these five years, watching him step by step come back from the depths. I know how difficult it’s been for him…” The woman’s voice was gentle, with a hint of tears. I followed the sound, but was stopped by staff at the entrance. “Miss, please show your invitation.” Only then did I notice the sign by the door: Peter Quinn Art Exhibition Celebration Dinner. Peter was throwing a celebration for his exhibition, but why hadn’t he told me? And how could Chloe claim she’d been with Peter these five years? It was me. I told the staff member: “I’m his girlfriend. Can’t I go in?” “Girlfriend?” The staff member looked me up and down, then glanced at Chloe on stage, barely suppressing a laugh. “Miss, please don’t joke around.” Just then, Peter suddenly got up from his seat and walked toward the entrance. I excitedly waved at him, but he kept looking back at Chloe with tender eyes, completely oblivious to me. He reached the doorway and lit a cigarette. I heard his friend Joe ask him: “Peter, are you really not going to tell Lydia about this?” Peter’s tone was cold: “She didn’t even finish college. She’d be intimidated in this kind of setting.” Joe sighed: “Lydia’s a good person. At least invite her to dinner.” Peter paused, then scoffed: “She’s nice enough, but she’s just not presentable.” “True, when it comes to marriage, you need someone like Chloe—beautiful and able to handle these occasions,” Joe said. The staff member gestured at me: “Miss, should I go confirm for you?” I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly felt heavy with disappointment. I waved my hand dismissively, and the staff member’s expression showed both pity and disdain. The first time I met Peter was when I worked as a maid in his house. I was still in college then, unable to pay tuition. I saw online that his parents were hiring a live-in housekeeper for twenty thousand dollars a month. I figured working one summer could cover a year’s tuition, so I applied. Getting hired was easy; staying was hard. I heard that before me, Peter had already driven away eight maids. Peter came from a wealthy family and had been an artist. But after his car accident, his hands were disabled and his leg was broken. The doctors said recovery was possible, but only possible. A year had passed, and he was still in a wheelchair, becoming increasingly despondent. At first, he treated me like all the others—critical, sarcastic, impossible to please… “You walk like a turtle. It’s disgusting.” “Your cooking tastes like garbage.” “When you smile, you look like a frog.” There were many more comments like these. I didn’t care at all. Having grown up poor, I’d endured far worse hardships—this was nothing. Day after day, I accompanied Peter through his rehabilitation exercises and told him interesting stories from the outside world. Finally, Peter was willing to leave the house.

I went to the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My somewhat unsophisticated appearance from years ago had transformed through years of artistic influence into something charming and lovely. My figure was slender and elegant, looking refined and graceful. Was I really as inadequate as Peter claimed? While I was lost in thought, someone entered the restroom—it was Chloe. She looked surprised, then intimately took my hand. “Lydia, how did you get here? Didn’t Peter not invite you?” After saying this, she covered her mouth as if she’d let something slip, then frantically explained, “Don’t misunderstand—Peter and I have nothing going on. He just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed…” Her beautiful face was full of concern, but I could see malice in her eyes. After Peter’s car accident, she broke up with him. I remember the first time I met Chloe—it was summer. I was pushing Peter out to see a movie when we encountered a couple on the street. Peter stared at the woman with a complex expression. When she turned around, it was Chloe, looking somewhat awkward. She had abandoned Peter and gotten together with his rival. Back then, Peter hated her. But later, after Peter’s comeback, she begged for his forgiveness in the rain. Peter had said he hated her before, but now his eyes were red with tears. Despite my attempts to dissuade him, he rushed into the rain and embraced her. At this moment, Chloe suddenly laughed softly in front of me. After confirming no one else was in the restroom, she dropped her act and said provocatively, “I really should thank you for staying with him through the hardest times, making it easy for me to reap the benefits. I advise you to quit while you’re ahead—you and he aren’t from the same world. I know your type—once you latch on, you won’t let go. You want to use gratitude to force Peter into marrying you. I despise people like you the most.” I pretended to play with my phone while secretly starting a recording. “What? Cat got your tongue? A sparrow can never become a phoenix. Stop using those tricks you learned from your mother to seduce men—it’s disgusting.” Tricks I learned from my mother? At that moment, my mind exploded like a bomb, blood rushing to my head. Chloe’s mouth kept moving. “Your mother had you with some random man, then sold her body to raise you. You must have learned quite a few skills, right? How do you serve Peter? Tell me.” I could no longer hear clearly what she was saying. I only remember that in the end, Chloe screamed as I grabbed her hair and shoved her head into the sink. The restroom echoed with Chloe’s screams as her makeup and dress were soaked with dirty water, leaving her in a pathetic state. Someone tried to pull me away, but I held her down like a madwoman. Until I heard Peter’s anguished shout: “Chloe!” Before I could react, a slap struck my face. I froze as Peter shoved me aside and pulled Chloe tightly into his arms, holding her like a precious treasure he’d lost and found again. I tumbled to the ground, my right hand scraped and bleeding. In the chaos, he glared at me fiercely: “If anything happens to Chloe, I’ll never forgive you!” “Peter…” I called his name softly, but he only gave me his resolute back as he walked away. Through my tears, I watched his retreating figure, and suddenly my mind flashed to twenty-two-year-old Peter—that young man in a wheelchair with a bright smile. I reached out my hand: “Peter, my hand is hurt too. It really hurts.” The twenty-two-year-old him would have grabbed my hand and immediately called an ambulance. But this was twenty-seven-year-old Peter. Sadness washed over me, and I finally couldn’t hold back—tears streamed down my cheeks.

The crowd dispersed, and Peter carried Chloe into the ambulance. Dragging my injured wrist, I took a cab to the hospital. Unable to attend my friend’s birthday party, I texted an apology. She didn’t blame me and even offered to accompany me to the hospital, but I declined. After getting bandaged up at the hospital, I ran into Peter in the hallway. When he saw me, his usually elegant face was filled with anger. “Lydia, you really have no class. Even if I didn’t invite you, you could have taken your anger out on me. Why did you have to make things difficult for Chloe?” Looking at him, I felt like he was a stranger. Actually, not really a stranger—ever since Chloe came back, he’d been growing more and more impatient with me. I only asked: “Why did you let Chloe say she was the one who stayed with you those five years?” Peter didn’t think it was a big deal. “It was just small talk. Why are you making such a fuss about it? It’s all in the past—why do you still care about what happened before?” Right, he was successful now. Those five years were probably just an embarrassing memory he’d rather forget. Only I remembered my sacrifices during those five years and all the beautiful moments we shared. After being disappointed so many times, in this moment, my heart felt nothing. I pulled out my phone and played a recording. “A sparrow can never become a phoenix no matter how hard it tries. Stop using those tricks you learned from your mother to seduce men—isn’t it disgusting? Your mother had you with some random man, then sold her body to raise you…” Chloe’s sharp, vicious words echoed through the hallway. I said: “You asked why I hit her? This is why.” Peter’s aggressive expression finally showed panic. But it was only for a moment—he immediately sneered, looking at me with mockery. “Was Chloe wrong? Lydia, isn’t that exactly what your background is? Your mother was a prostitute who gave birth to you. Which part wasn’t true?” “Slap!” I slapped Peter across the face. Once, when Peter was at his lowest point, I comforted him, telling him about my shameful background and childhood suffering. Mom had taken the wrong path, but she loved me dearly—though she was already gone. Back then, Peter held me tenderly and said: “Lydia, from now on, I’ll love you the way your mother did.” Back then, he felt sorry for me. Now, these same things had become weapons to hurt me. My freshly bandaged hand started bleeding again. Peter finally noticed, frowning as he tried to grab my hand. “Lydia, what happened to your hand? Let me see.” He looked genuinely worried. I stepped back several paces, gave him one cold look, and walked away. But I didn’t need it anymore. I hadn’t been back to the house Peter and I used to share in a long time. When I went to pack my things, I discovered all my belongings had been replaced. The closet was filled with Chloe’s sexy lingerie, and photos of her and Peter sat on the nightstand. “Lydia, are you here to move out? Your stuff is over there.” Chloe appeared in a sexy nightgown, smiling as she pointed toward the storage room. “I had the maid tidy up last time. A lot of useless things got thrown away, and some junk was put in there.” My clothes were carelessly tossed in a corner. I didn’t care and crouched down to search through them, growing more frantic as I looked. “Are you looking for this? Want it?

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In my previous life, after my parents divorced, Mom left with nothing, taking me along. My brother, who stayed with our wealthy dad, constantly mocked Mom and me for being poor, saying we were worse than beggars. But karma came full circle—after Dad went bankrupt, he and my brother ended up homeless on the streets. Meanwhile, Mom married a billionaire and started a new life with me. Jealous of my good fortune, my brother pushed me off the eighteenth floor in a fit of rage… When I opened my eyes again, my brother and I had somehow returned to the day our parents divorced. This time, my brother got smart and immediately clung to Mom, refusing to let go: “I want to go with Mom!” He thought he’d finally picked the winning side, his face full of smugness. Inside, I was bursting with joy—finally, it would be my brother’s turn to suffer through those suffocating hard times! When Mom heard that Larry also wanted to come with her, she was so moved she nearly cried. But Dad frowned, reluctantly saying, “Larry, your mom is useless. You’ll definitely suffer if you go with her!” Though Mom was usually stubborn, she sighed and nodded reluctantly: “Larry, you should stay with Dad. I don’t want you to suffer with me… Your sister can handle hardship, so let her come with me!” I let out a cold laugh, feeling a bitter pang in my heart. As expected, no one cared about what I wanted. “Listen to Dad and go with him. Dad has money—you can have whatever you want. Let your sister deal with the hardship!” Having lived through the previous life, Larry knew Dad would go bankrupt, so naturally he wouldn’t choose him again. He held onto Mom’s arm tightly: “I’ve already decided—I’m going with Mom!” Despite the pressure, Larry still left with Mom, who walked away with nothing. Before leaving, he said provocatively, “Mia, you just wait and enjoy the good life with Dad!” I waved back at him, suppressing my laughter, secretly delighted. My foolish brother Larry had no idea what he was about to face. In my previous life, after leaving with Mom, I lived miserably. Mom was lazy by nature, accustomed to the life of a housewife, completely unable to support herself. Back then, I not only had to go to school but also work to make ends meet. I only slept three hours a day—the rest of the time I was either at school or working, delivering food, cleaning, washing dishes… There wasn’t a single dirty or exhausting job I hadn’t done. Mom still wasn’t satisfied: “You money-losing burden, you barely earn enough to buy me a pair of shoes! You might as well find a rich man to marry!” She either hit me or yelled at me, treating me like a servant rather than a daughter… Later, when she married a wealthy man, my life improved slightly. I thought my suffering was finally over, but I fell into an even deeper abyss. Dad was upset about not getting Larry and took all his anger out on me: “From now on, you better behave yourself! If you dare upset Kathy, I’ll break your legs!” “When you get to Kathy’s house, remember your place—you’re living under someone else’s roof, not some princess!” Dad’s attitude toward Larry and me was like night and day. When he looked at me, there was only disgust, as if I were nothing but dead weight. The car pulled into Kathy Anderson’s estate, and I was stunned by the mansion. I never expected Dad to find such a wealthy woman. Watching Dad carefully try to please Kathy, I understood that here, Kathy was the head of the household. Kathy stood at the entrance, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she waved at me: “You must be Mia. You’re really beautiful.” She reached out to pat my head, and I instinctively flinched, trying to dodge. In my previous life, every time Mom raised her hand, it was to hit me. “Stupid girl, what are you dodging for? Nobody’s going to eat you!”

Dad shot me a glare before turning to Kathy with a smile, reaching for her hand. The moment they touched, Kathy suddenly pulled back. That’s when I noticed the tape wrapped around her hand. A violin sat in the corner of the living room. “Are you learning violin?” “Yes, I recently enrolled in a class.” What a coincidence—I had also learned violin as a child when I lived with my grandmother. I picked up the violin, casually flipped through the sheet music, and began to play. Dad tried to stop me, but Kathy held him back. I was rusty from not practicing for so long. When I finished the piece, I saw appreciation in Kathy’s eyes and knew I’d done the right thing. Kathy threw her arm around my shoulder: “This is your home now.” I relaxed and took her arm. From that day on, I catered to her interests, practicing violin with her every day. I scoured all her social media, working hard to understand her personality, hobbies, and eating habits. Day by day, she finally accepted me completely. She was generous—sending me to the best high school, buying me new clothes, and giving me $150,000 in monthly allowance. She said, “Since you’ve entered my home, I won’t shortchange you.” While my parents looked at me with nothing but disdain, she was different—her eyes held expectation when she looked at me. To repay her, I studied relentlessly, consistently ranking at the top of my class and winning awards left and right. At the end of the semester, Dad received a call from my homeroom teacher and was ready to hit me before even understanding the situation: “You caused trouble again, didn’t you!” It was Kathy who firmly protected me and took the call, only to learn the teacher was calling with good news—I’d been named outstanding student representative and received a national scholarship. Dad was stunned, never expecting me to become so excellent. In my previous life, with my parents constantly fighting, I couldn’t focus on studying. After the divorce, Mom forced me to work, so naturally my grades plummeted. Now, with the good environment Kathy provided, I could finally study in peace. Because of my excellent grades, the school invited Dad to speak as an outstanding student’s parent. He finally felt proud, and his attitude toward me softened considerably. In this atmosphere, I smoothly made it through high school. During the second semester of senior year, Kathy asked if I was interested in studying abroad—with my grades, I could definitely get into a good university. I was about to happily agree when Dad flatly refused. “A girl should be grateful just to attend college, and you want to go abroad? Do you deserve it?” In that moment, I understood that no matter how hard I tried, I’d never earn my father’s love. In his heart, only Larry mattered most. In this life, my dear brother lived a completely different life from mine. When he first left with Mom, Kathy had wanted to bring him back. But he disdainfully refused: “You’re the woman who destroyed my parents’ marriage—how dare you try to be my stepmother!” Kathy was heartbroken by his words. After spending two Christmases in poverty with Mom, Larry finally waited for Mom to remarry into wealth. He was thrilled, thinking his suffering was finally over, but he had no idea he was falling into a new abyss. The CEO Mom married appeared gentle on the surface but had a violent temper. In my previous life, he not only beat Mom and me but took pleasure in tormenting me. In this life, how could he possibly spare Larry? Larry was beaten black and blue, dressed in rags like a little beggar. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and secretly ran out to find Dad for help. He threw his arms around Dad’s legs, crying his heart out—a complete contrast to his resolute departure before. “Dad, please save me! I don’t want to stay at Mom’s anymore. If I stay any longer, I’ll really die!” Dad immediately softened, helping him up with a face full of heartache: “Larry, come back quickly. Daddy has missed you to death!” Kathy didn’t want to take him in, but he made a huge fuss, threatening: “Kathy, if you don’t take me in, I’ll go die.” Kathy’s heart softened, and she still let him through the door. The moment he moved in, the peace that had existed in our home was completely shattered.

Dad poured all his energy into his precious son. He bought Larry a closet full of designer clothes and transferred him to my high school. Just because of one comment from Larry, Dad forced me to give up my south-facing bedroom and move to the damp, moldy guest room. “Mia, give up your room. Larry likes the masculine energy and light.” “I’m not moving!” When Larry saw I wouldn’t budge, he started throwing another tantrum about running away from home. “This family has no place for me! I’m an unwanted child—I might as well be dead!” Dad’s heart softened, and he kicked down my bedroom door, throwing my luggage out. “If Larry wants to live there, you have to give it up!” I was banished to the dark, damp little room with feminine energy, and my skin broke out in eczema. Larry even spread rumors that I had some dirty disease, calling me disgusting. With Kathy away on business, this father-son duo was completely out of control. Larry snuck into Kathy’s bedroom and stole her jewelry to sell. When I caught him, he threatened me: “If you dare snitch, I’ll kill you!” I just sneered coldly, not bothering to engage with him. He thought that by silencing me, his misdeeds would never be discovered. Little did he know that Kathy’s room had surveillance cameras installed long ago. Acting this recklessly, he was bound to face the consequences sooner or later. After that, his behavior in Kathy’s house escalated even further. Without Kathy’s permission, he threw parties at the villa, inviting a bunch of sketchy teenagers who turned the house into a complete mess. They even smashed Kathy’s beloved violin. When I tried to intervene, I was repeatedly told to mind my own business. “Who do you think you are? This is my dad’s house—I can do whatever I want!” When drunk, he went completely insane, urinating on a famous painting Kathy had bought in France, and even harassing Rachel the housekeeper’s daughter Sophie. Just when I was feeling desperate, Kathy’s stern voice came from outside the door. “What are you doing!” Kathy had returned early. Everyone froze. Larry quickly let go of Sophie and jumped up from the sofa. His cronies, sensing trouble, scattered immediately. Faced with the chaos throughout the house, the usually gentle Kathy finally erupted in fury, trembling with rage as she pointed at Larry and screamed: “You bastard! What have you turned my house into?” Meanwhile, Sophie, who had been stripped by Larry, finally snapped out of her terror. Housekeeper Rachel rushed over to embrace her daughter, covering her with clothes. “Ms. Anderson, I’ve worked for you for ten years, and I remember all your kindness, but I really can’t continue anymore. I can’t let my daughter suffer like this again!” Rachel was crying as she pulled her daughter toward the door. Kathy’s eyes also reddened. I understood—she had reached her breaking point. But Dad still didn’t get it and added fuel to the fire. “Good riddance! My son taking an interest in your daughter should be considered a blessing!” “David, shut up! It’s bad enough that I’m supporting you, but now I have to tolerate your son running wild too! He stole my jewelry, trashed my house, and bullied my people! Rachel has been with me for ten years—her daughter is like my own daughter!” Larry showed no remorse, saying casually: “It’s just some jewelry, right? You’re rich—why make such a big deal? The villa got dirty, so let Rachel clean it. I just kissed that little girl a couple times—is that really such a problem!” Dad chimed in from the side: “Honey, Larry’s still young. Don’t hold it against him.” I couldn’t take it anymore and stepped forward: “He’s already eighteen years old—he can’t keep using his age as an excuse for doing wrong!” The moment the words left my mouth, Dad slapped me across the face. The stinging pain was intense. “Shut up! It’s not your place to butt in!” I covered my face, feeling my nose sting as tears welled up in my eyes, but I still held back the tears. These people weren’t worth crying over. Kathy was furious, pulling me behind her protectively as she pointed at Dad and yelled: “David, do you have any humanity left?

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I’m the fake heiress of the Mercer family. After this news got out, my status at school plummeted, but I was secretly thrilled. A girl cornered me in the bathroom, beating and humiliating me. The real Mercer heiress burst through the door, charging in with a mop in hand, looking fierce. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” So the girl who was bullying me fled in panic. The real heiress took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear and sincere. “Can we talk?” “How pitiful,” I thought, looking at her innocent gaze. She had fallen into the Mercer family’s den of wolves. I had lived in the Mercer household for seventeen years, serving as my brother Cedric Mercer’s blood bag for seventeen years, only to suddenly be told I wasn’t a Mercer child. The moment I learned this news, I was overjoyed, thinking I could finally escape the Mercer family’s clutches. However, when the real heiress Flora Mercer was taken for blood type testing, the results didn’t match—she couldn’t donate blood to Cedric. So I was kept around once again. The Mercer family’s eldest son Cedric suffered from an extremely rare disease, frequently coughing up blood and requiring transfusions to survive. My blood type was one in a million—a perfect match. The Mercers were a very traditional family. To them, daughters were merely tools for marriage alliances. As long as they looked presentable and didn’t embarrass the family, whether they lived or died wasn’t particularly important. Flora was eventually acknowledged and brought back. Her biological parents, Reuben and Corinne, half-heartedly prepared a family dinner as a welcome-home gesture. I glanced at the dining table—it was loaded with all of Cedric’s favorite dishes. Flora had already been taken to change clothes. She’d shed her faded school uniform and was now wearing an elegant lotus-yellow designer dress, looking so bright and radiant that you couldn’t tell she’d ever lived a hard life. Except when she sat on the velvet cushioned chair, her legs were still spread apart in a rather bold and unrestrained posture. Corinne noticed and shot her a critical glance. “You’re a young lady. Sit properly, or people will laugh at you.” “Sylvie, teach her some manners. I don’t want people saying our family lacks breeding.” I frowned almost imperceptibly. I hadn’t expected her to be so harsh even with her own biological daughter. Flora shifted, her expression suggesting she was about to lose her temper. In the next second, I placed my hand on hers and gently shook my head. “Sylvie, did you hear me?” Seeing that I hadn’t responded, Corinne raised her voice in displeasure. “I understand,” I replied flatly. Throughout dinner, Flora kept shooting me questioning, probing looks. I continued eating calmly. Corinne spent the entire meal serving Cedric food and fussing over him. Meanwhile, her biological daughter, who had been neglected for over ten years and was finally brought home, received not an ounce of attention. As for Cedric, I don’t know what was wrong with him today, but he kept staring in my direction. I didn’t like his gaze—never had before, and even less so now. When he looked at me, it was like a hunter eyeing his prey, with that aggressive intensity of someone who was determined to get what he wanted. “Hey, Sylvie, why did you stop me earlier?” After everyone had left, Flora looked at me with confusion. I packed my school bag and said slowly, “I wanted some peace and quiet during dinner.” Flora seemed to be pondering the meaning behind my words. As I was leaving, I glanced back at her. “Let me give you some advice—don’t go head-to-head with her.” Flora stood there stunned for a moment. When she finally snapped out of it, she called out loudly to me as I was already walking away, “Are you going to school? Let’s walk together—” Flora and I weren’t in the same class. But I knew about her—she was a scholarship student who had tested into Pinecrest School. Not only was her tuition completely waived, but she also received additional monthly stipends based on her test scores.

But aside from being generous with money, this place wasn’t exactly friendly to scholarship students. Like most private schools, Pinecrest School had a strict hierarchical system. First tier was the upper-class elite, second tier was the nouveau riche, and third tier was scholarship students like Flora. And scholarship students got bullied here. Even so, the Mercer family never let me enjoy any first-tier privileges, let alone now… From the moment I stepped onto campus, I realized this probably wasn’t going to be a bright day. Hostile glances swept over me from my classmates. “Well, well, if it isn’t the fake heiress who got mixed up with the Mercer family.” “You’ve been hogging someone else’s spot all these years, so how does it feel now?” “Yeah, yeah, without the Mercer family, she’s dropped down to the same level as scholarship students.” “So does that mean we can…” “Hey, Sylvie, I heard Flora’s from an orphanage. You two switched identities, so how does it feel to be homeless now?” A girl wearing the latest Chanel and sporting red nail polish walked over, placing her hands on the desk in front of me and asking provocatively. I sat there unmoved. “I’m talking to you, Sylvie.” Tess Halden emphasized her tone. I looked up, meeting her gaze expressionlessly. “Don’t trouble yourself.” “Tch, what an act.” Tess said dismissively. She was about to say more when the class bell rang. She left with a parting shot: “I’ll come find you after school.” A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and I turned to look out the window. Fine, dense raindrops had already begun to fall. Sure enough, the weather wasn’t great today… In the girls’ bathroom. “Sylvie, you’re so pathetic. Otto doesn’t want you, so you go after Bram!” “What’s wrong? Are you that desperate for men?” “You think since you’re not a rich family’s daughter anymore, you can cling to Bram and hope he’ll protect you at school, right?” I let out a cold laugh. “Which one are you talking about?” Tess froze for a moment, then fury surged through her. She thought, “Sylvie actually has the nerve to dismiss my crush like that. Makes sense though—she’s just a vixen who seduces guys left and right.” She said, “A fake like you dares to be so arrogant.” Tess stepped back two paces, turned to beckon the girls following her, and said leisurely, “Tear up that face of hers.” “Let’s see how she seduces men after this.” The red-haired girl rushed forward and swung a slap at me. I dodged with a quick sidestep, grabbed her hair with my backhand, and yanked in the opposite direction. The girl immediately let out a piercing scream. The other girl with green hair saw things going wrong and charged forward too. Tess also joined in. I was quickly overpowered by them. The red-haired girl punched me in the stomach, then joined the green-haired one in restraining me. I fought back the urge to retch and stared at them defiantly. “I hate that superior look in your eyes.” Tess slapped my face viciously, then dumped a basin of water over my head. The icy water clung to my clothes, revealing the graceful curves of my body beneath the oversized T-shirt. Tess stared for two seconds, then said cruelly, “Strip her clothes off.” I clenched my fists, ready to fight them to the death. The next second, with a “bang,” a figure burst through the door. Flora grabbed the mop by the bathroom entrance and swung it at Tess. Tess cursed and dodged. Flora then made a move toward the two girls. They instantly released me and backed away in disgust. When Tess saw who it was, she frowned. “Flora?” “What do you want?”

“Are you okay?” she asked me softly. I shook my head. “Are you crazy, Flora? You’re actually helping her?” Tess said in disbelief. “She’s the one who took everything from you!” “Stop your annoying chatter. Who are you to talk?” Flora said impatiently. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” Tess’s face darkened. “Why should I listen to you?” Flora kicked open the bathroom stall door, grabbed the mop, and dunked it hard in the toilet several times. Then she raised the mop, waving it toward the three girls and shouting, “Get lost!” The three fled in panic. Flora put the mop back and washed her hands. She looked at me: “Are you really okay?” A cold breeze blew through, and I shivered. Flora took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear: “Want to talk?” “Your mom is absolutely unreasonable!” Flora said, then paused. “Does it offend you when I say that?” I shook my head, signaling her to continue. “A few days ago, she randomly dragged me to get blood drawn, and today she gave me half the day off, saying the household staff needed to teach me proper etiquette. That legendary father of yours—I haven’t seen him once these past few days. And that brother…” She commented sharply: “He looks completely drained, like he’s on drugs or something.” “I get goosebumps just looking at him,” Flora said, rubbing her arms as if still disturbed. I smiled slightly. Cedric did look pale and weak due to his illness, so she wasn’t wrong. “Bottom line—in the Mercer household, you’re the only one who seems normal.” I frowned: “Thanks?” “I have no feelings for them, and apparently they feel the same about me.” “Honestly, I came to the Mercer house for the money, but dealing with a bunch of lunatics is really tough.” “Harder than studying.” “So,” Flora said, “I’ll protect you at school, and you help me figure out what’s going on with the Mercer family. Deal?” “Deal,” I said. The house was empty except for the staff. I brought Flora to my room and locked the door. I took off my jacket and T-shirt, tossing them on the bed, and changed into a nightgown. Since it was early summer, the nightgown was short-sleeved. Flora saw the dense needle marks on my arms and gasped: “How did this happen?” I told her about Cedric. “You can’t stay in this house,” she said seriously. I remained noncommittal. Actually, I had tried to gather evidence and fight back, but Corinne was extremely careful and secretive—I still hadn’t caught her red-handed. She had packaged each of my blood transfusions as voluntary acts. “Let’s work together,” Flora said, extending her hand palm up. “We’ll make some money together, then run.” I chuckled softly and slapped her hand: “Okay.” Reuben and Corinne had an evening banquet and wouldn’t be coming home. I went to bed early, until loud knocking on my door woke me up…

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On the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, my boyfriend of eight years, Jace Sterling, broke up with me. He and my sister Eloise Clarke announced their engagement, making me the biggest laughingstock. He said he’d been secretly in love with Eloise for many years, and I was just her substitute. But he couldn’t even tell Eloise and me apart, so how could he be sure who he truly loved? By the time he learned the truth, it was too late. On the day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, I received a phone call from my boyfriend of eight years. “Gemma, let’s break up. I’m planning to marry someone else.” Jace’s tone was calm, as if he were discussing something utterly mundane. I crumpled the diagnosis report in my hand, feeling my nose sting with tears. “Alright. Thank you for taking care of me all these years. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” What else could a dying person do? I sat in the hospital corridor for a long time, so long that my agent called in a panic. “Gemma, where did you disappear to again without saying anything? Don’t let the paparazzi catch you! Your new movie is about to premiere—we can’t afford any scandals!” After repeatedly reassuring my agent, I looked up the highest-rated time capsule service online and took a cab there. The young receptionist recognized me and excitedly asked for my autograph. “Gemma, I’m such a huge fan! I’m definitely going to see your new movie! Your fans will always support you!” I smiled and ruffled the girl’s hair, though she had no idea I had no future left. After signing her autograph, I began writing a letter. There were things I desperately wanted to tell Jace. Like how I’d actually fallen for him at first sight when I was fifteen. If I’d found the courage to confess earlier, would things have ended differently? Would I not have become his lover, only to be discarded without hesitation after eight years? I chose to have the letter sent out a year later. The young girl asked why I wouldn’t just tell him in person. Fighting back tears, I smiled and pinched her cheek. “It’s too late for that.” A month later, I won Best Actress for my new film. At the awards ceremony, I forced myself to deliver my acceptance speech. Last night’s excruciating pain had kept me awake, and I could barely hold myself together—I nearly collapsed on stage. As the film’s producer, Jace was also invited to speak. He smiled warmly as he announced his engagement to Eloise. “I’ve actually been secretly in love with her for many, many years. Now that I can finally walk down the aisle with her, I’m so happy I want the whole world to know I love her.” The audience cheered and whistled, while I smiled and applauded, swallowing the blood in my mouth. So even hearing something you expect can still break your heart. With a face identical to Eloise’s, I’d stolen eight years of love from Jace. Now it was time to give it all back. That night, the trending topics exploded. Jace’s announcement made me a laughingstock. Love can’t be hidden—during our eight years together, I’d constantly posted subtle displays of affection on social media. Now all of that became evidence of my one-sided pursuit of Sterling Entertainment’s CEO. “Oh my God, look at what Gemma used to post—so cringeworthy! ‘The evening breeze at fifteen was especially gentle, and you in your school uniform surpassed everything beautiful in this world.’ I’m dying of laughter—what is Gemma even making up? Everyone knows she dropped out in middle school.” “She must have some mental issues. Lately, she’s been looking more and more terrifying.” “A female streamer who never even finished school—how did she even get into the entertainment industry?” Many fans defended me too. “Gemma’s acting is genuinely amazing. Maliciously speculating about someone’s feelings is really low, and Gemma was forced to drop out.” But millions of vicious comments quickly drowned them out.

I hadn’t eaten anything for almost a day. My stomach was cramping with excruciating pain, and I could taste blood rising in my throat. But I still forced myself to read through every single comment and tried to reply to each fan’s private message. Then I edited a post on Instagram, announcing that I was permanently retiring from the entertainment industry. I turned off my phone and went to the company the next day to handle the contract termination. My agent was already waiting at the door, sweating profusely with anxiety. “I never should have given you access to that Instagram account! Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much money you’ll have to pay in damages?” “Mr. Sterling is waiting for you in his office. You can explain yourself to him.” I froze. Jace was always busy—he’d even broken up with me over the phone. I never expected him to handle my affairs personally. If I’d known he was coming, I would have dressed up and looked prettier, since this would probably be the last time we’d see each other. But now I could only face him with my haggard, awful appearance as I knocked on his office door. Jace was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, tall and devastatingly handsome. When he saw me, his expression remained completely impassive. “Are you sure you want to quit?” My hands, hidden in my sleeves, had already clenched into fists. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling. After working for so many years, I’d like to take a proper break.” Jace signed my termination contract with clean, decisive strokes. “That’s probably for the best. You’ve always been quiet, keeping everything bottled up inside. Travel more, make some friends—you might gain a lot from it.” “I’ll cover the penalty fees for you. Consider it compensation for all these years. If you ever run into trouble, feel free to contact me anytime.” I struggled to breathe, my whole body trembling uncontrollably as I barely maintained my surface composure. Why could Jace face me so calmly? Why was he still so gentle—gentle in a way that made my heart feel cold? Didn’t all those years between us leave even the slightest ripple in his heart? That day, I went home in a daze and told my doctor I wanted to give up treatment. He tried to persuade me for a long time, but I firmly refused. Then I wrote my will, leaving all my assets to my sister Eloise. When she finds out, she’ll probably be disgusted—after all, by then she should already be married to Jace and won’t want anything of mine. I couldn’t imagine what expression she’d have when she learned about it, and I smiled bitterly. She despised me, and I didn’t like her either, but she was my last remaining family in this world. I only hoped that in our next lives, we wouldn’t be sisters again. Then I started feeling lost. I was almost twenty-seven, but I still hadn’t found my place in life, and now my life was about to end. How foolish I was, thinking I’d found someone who loved me, getting my hopes up for all those years. The year I met Jace, I had just turned eighteen and was a small streamer on a platform. I didn’t do anything provocative, couldn’t sing or dance—I just sat there playing games every day. Since I wasn’t short on money, I rarely chatted with people in my stream and didn’t like to smile, often keeping a straight face. So my stream was always pretty dead. Many people would initially stop by because of my pretty face, but they’d quickly leave once they realized I was hard to engage with. I didn’t care and continued doing things my own way. Until the end of the month when the platform settled payments, I discovered an extra hundred thousand dollars in my account. I was completely confused, not knowing who had given me so much money. I quickly logged into my account to check and found that the user who had tipped me the most had a randomly assigned username: “User12067.” Not counting the platform’s cut, he had given me two hundred thousand dollars. The viewing history showed that starting from a week ago, he had watched every single one of my streams from beginning to end. I quickly contacted him. “Hello, you don’t need to send me gifts. I don’t need the money. What’s your account number? I’ll refund my portion to you.” After a while, he sent back a message.

“Last Thursday, during your livestream, you complained that your lunch delivery wasn’t good and said if you weren’t so lazy, you would’ve gone out to eat those spicy chicken wings from this place.” I nearly choked on my water, surprised that he actually watched my streams seriously. I suddenly remembered the huge amount Jace had donated to me and quickly pulled out my bank card from my pocket to hand it to him. “This is the portion I received. I can’t take your money.” Jace pushed the bank card back to me. “If I took it back, wouldn’t that be like giving the platform millions of dollars for free?” “I finally managed to ask you out. If you really feel bad about it, just chat with me from time to time.” That’s how I inexplicably ended up adding Jace’s contact information. Looking back at what I had told him then, I felt like such a hypocrite. I had said I wouldn’t chat privately with online fans, wouldn’t meet them offline, and wouldn’t date anyone. But if it was Jace, I didn’t mind breaking my principles. Jace would reach out to chat with me from time to time after that. He had no idea how thrilled I felt inside. I liked him more than I had imagined. That Christmas when I was fifteen, when I was feeling inferior, miserable, and desperate, the boy who walked toward me with an umbrella in the pouring rain had taken up residence in my heart ever since. I was born into an intellectual family—both my parents were university professors—but I was filled with disgust and fear toward school and dropped out early. I was born deformed, without a vagina or uterus. During my sophomore year, this news somehow got out, and from then on, I endured unimaginable violence and bullying every day. Teenagers can be both innocent and cruel. My desk was carved with vicious curses, and my books were thrown in the trash. I didn’t dare go to the bathroom because they would pin me down and strip off my pants. No one helped me; everyone avoided me like the plague. Jace was the one bright spot in my dark adolescence. So when he confessed to me, I agreed almost without hesitation. Coincidentally, it was also a rainy day. Jace was waiting downstairs at my building with an umbrella. When I got his message, I didn’t even have time to change out of my pajamas and ran out in slippers, bringing him into the apartment building. “It’s pouring out there. What’s so urgent that you had to say it in person? Come on in, let’s go to my place.” Jace wiped the rainwater from his face, his gaze quietly resting on me, gentle and tender. “I really wanted to see you, so I came.” My steps up the stairs stopped, and I turned back to stare at him blankly. Jace’s ears were slightly red. “Gemma, would you be willing to be with me? I’m serious.” My instinct was to say yes, but I quickly calmed down, feeling inexplicably anxious and conflicted. “Come into my place first…” Jace looked a bit disappointed but didn’t say anything more and entered my home. On the console table in the entryway sat a family photo. Jace studied it for a moment and asked, “You used to have a sister. You two look so alike—are you twins?” Hearing Jace mention Eloise, I froze. My feelings toward this sister had always been complicated. “We’re not twins. Her name is Eloise, she’s two years older than me and goes to college out of state.” Next to the family photo was Eloise’s high school graduation picture. Jace seemed to mention casually, “Your sister graduated from Porter-Gaud School? What a coincidence—I graduated from there too, just one grade above your sister.” Of course I knew Jace and Eloise graduated from the same high school. If not for that coincidence, I never would have met him. But looking back at that moment now, I realize how foolish I was. I was so caught up in the surprise of Jace’s confession and my own insecurity about not having finished school that I completely missed how strange it was for Jace to keep bringing up Eloise.

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On that stormy night, my parents tragically passed away. I begged my fiancé Adam Carter for help. However, he not only mocked me but quickly married my friend Rachel Johnson. When I was consumed with grief and wanted to end my life, Benjamin Kingsley, my childhood companion whom I hadn’t seen in years, saved me. “Marry me, will you? I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” Three years passed, and I gradually emerged from the shadows of the past, welcoming our baby with Benjamin. But on the day Rachel returned to the country, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Benjamin and the doctor. “Mr. Kingsley, you married Mrs. Kingsley just to trick her into regularly donating blood to Miss Johnson. This isn’t right!” Benjamin said dismissively, “She owes this to Rachel. Thank goodness we have a child now—the doctor says only cord blood can save Rachel’s life. I’ve already married her; she should be grateful.” I looked at the faint heartbeat on my prenatal test results and tears streamed down my face. No one knew that in thirty days, my life would come to an end. Through the door, Benjamin’s words kept reaching my ears. “Why do you pity her? If it weren’t for her, Rachel wouldn’t have gotten this disease! Emma deserves this!” When I was eighteen, I was kidnapped to a chemical plant. Rachel was contaminated by chemical fuel while trying to save me, and has suffered from a blood disorder ever since. Filled with guilt, I not only had my father search the entire country for doctors but also frequently brought my boyfriend Adam to visit Rachel at the hospital. But I never imagined that Adam and Rachel had gotten together. They hid it from me for five whole years, until the night before their wedding when I discovered Adam and Rachel’s relationship. I was depressed for a long time, and when I finally came to my senses, I found that my family’s business had been driven to bankruptcy by others. That was the most painful time of my life—I even wanted to end it all. Benjamin saved me, allowing me to survive. But it turns out this was all a lie. The doctor frowned disapprovingly and said, “You can’t keep drawing Mrs. Kingsley’s blood. Her health is very poor right now, and she’s pregnant. Have you considered what would happen if she found out the truth?” “Enough!” Benjamin said angrily. “I’ve told you before—she deserves all of this! Instead of lecturing me here, you should draw more of Emma’s blood!” Hearing Benjamin about to come out, I stumbled back to the hospital room. Just moments ago, the doctor had told me sympathetically, “You’re in the late stages of lung cancer with only a month to live. You must actively accept treatment now.” But now I don’t want to think about anything—I’m going to die soon anyway. “Honey, did you rest well?” Benjamin came in holding a bouquet of flowers and gently touched my forehead. He said, “The doctor says your low blood sugar is due to pregnancy, so we need to draw blood for tests now. Don’t worry.” Ever since I’ve been with Benjamin, I’ve been coming to the hospital frequently, having two or three vials of blood drawn each time because Benjamin said I was too weak and needed many tests. I never even suspected him. I suddenly stared at Benjamin and said, “I don’t want to have my blood drawn anymore—it hurts so much. Can we go home?” In the end, I was almost pleading with Benjamin. But he coldly pulled out my arm and handed it to the nurse. “Honey, these tests are necessary.” Even the nurse looked sympathetic. I turned my head away, tears streaming continuously. Benjamin just held me and said, “Don’t worry. This blood will be replenished quickly, and our child will be healthy too.” Indeed, every time after my blood was drawn, Benjamin would bring me lots of fruit to eat. I used to happily think this was Benjamin showing he cared about me. But he didn’t care about me at all—he was just afraid that without me, Rachel’s blood disorder would be harder to treat. He was just afraid that without our child, Rachel wouldn’t be able to undergo gene replacement therapy. I shivered with cold. Even though it was midsummer, I felt a chill. I didn’t know what I meant to Benjamin at all.

Back home, Benjamin walked into the kitchen as usual. I couldn’t help but pick up his wallet. I saw my photo—this was his promise to me once upon a time. “I’ll always keep you close to my heart.” But I had also caught a glimpse of a photo hidden deep in the innermost compartment. Benjamin said it was his secret, so I never pressed him about it. After all, everyone has their little secrets. But now I felt like I had opened Pandora’s box. The yellowed photo showed a young face. Seventeen-year-old Rachel—Benjamin couldn’t forget her. On the back of the photo, he had written in elegant handwriting: “My beloved.” “What are you doing?” Benjamin said angrily, carrying a bowl of soup. He knocked the soup over, spilling it on the floor. “Why are you going through my things?” Benjamin’s face contorted with rage, as if he wanted to kill me! “Benjamin…” I looked at him trembling and said, “Don’t you owe me an explanation? What exactly am I to you?” Benjamin snatched the wallet back. When he saw my belly, his expression softened. He said, “Darling, are you okay? I didn’t think just now. “Is the baby alright? I’m sorry.” Benjamin carefully helped me up and had me sit on the sofa. I felt hopeless. I knew he didn’t care about me—only about this unborn child. When his phone rang, Benjamin eagerly picked it up. “Darling, something urgent came up at the company. I have to go.” He didn’t even notice my distress before hurrying away. The next second, Rachel sent me an email. 【Sorry, but he chose me in the end.】 【Benjamin said he’d do anything for me.】 I wondered, “Does that include taking my life? If Benjamin knew I had lung cancer, what would his reaction be? He’d probably laugh with joy, because he’d finally be free from putting on an act in front of me.” Due to my emotional turmoil, I couldn’t stop coughing. Blood splattered on the sofa as I curled up on the floor in pain. My lower abdomen was also cramping. Thinking that this baby would also become Rachel’s blood source, I scheduled the earliest abortion procedure. Coming out of the operating room, I never expected to run into Benjamin supporting Rachel as they walked by. The moment he saw me, Benjamin instinctively stepped in front of Rachel to shield her. He said, “Emma… “Rachel just returned to America a few days ago for a medical checkup. “What happened before is in the past. She and Adam are divorced now. Don’t be upset. “Adam forced her to do all those things.” Rachel had stolen my boyfriend and destroyed my family, yet Benjamin said she was innocent. I clenched my fists. “So I deserved it all?”

Rachel suddenly bowed to me in apology: “I’m sorry, everything that happened at Christmas was my fault. You can resent me, hate me—I deserve it. I only came back to America because of my illness. Only America has the treatment I need. I’m sorry, please forgive me!” Benjamin said anxiously, “You don’t need to explain. With me here, your illness will definitely get better.” He suddenly looked up at me: “Hurry up and say you forgive Rachel! Why are you still being so petty about what happened at Christmas? Emma, be the bigger person!” I broke into an embarrassing coughing fit, my face turning bright red. Benjamin coldly stepped back two paces and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you had a cold? Rachel has low immunity—she can’t catch it from you.” With that, he took off his coat and draped it over Rachel’s shoulders. Rachel smiled softly and shook her head, saying fondly, “Ben, I’m fine. Thank goodness you’re here with me.” I watched in anguish as Benjamin put his arm around Rachel’s waist and walked away. Rachel looked quite pleased with herself, as if flaunting her victory. Back home, I frantically swallowed my medication and curled up for a long time before the burning sensation in my lungs gradually subsided. My only wish was to leave this place and be my true self in my final days. So I began packing my things. After drafting the divorce papers, I received a video. In the video, Rachel wore a white mermaid-style floor-length gown, draped in a heavy black coat. That was the one I had bought for Benjamin. They were surrounded by a crowd of people. “Happy birthday!” Someone started it, and everyone began cheering for them to kiss. Under the dreamy lights, the two embraced in a passionate kiss. Benjamin said, “Rachel, happy birthday. This is the gift I prepared for you.” He handed her a key. It was the house Benjamin’s grandmother had left to Benjamin and me when she passed away, though I had never been given permission to live there. Now Benjamin was giving it to Rachel as a gift, and I felt my heart break. Many people say happiness comes from comparison, and so does suffering. In the middle of the night, the butler dragged me out of bed. Completely ignoring my pale face, he said, “Mrs. Kingsley! Come with me to the hospital! Miss Johnson has fainted and needs you to give her a blood transfusion!” He said it as if it were perfectly natural. I was in too much pain to breathe. Benjamin said urgently, “Hurry up and get over here! Be the bigger person! Rachel has never wronged you!” I said shakily, “Benjamin, I can agree to this. But I want a divorce.” “What!” Benjamin froze for a moment and abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the road. The butler stared at me in disbelief. Benjamin shouted in shock, “What are you saying!” I was too tired to pretend anymore and said with my eyes closed, “I know everything.” My words left Benjamin speechless. The doctor issued Rachel’s third critical condition notice. After a moment of silence, Benjamin agreed: “Fine. I agree to it.” Unfortunately, I never made it to the hospital in the end. On the way there, I passed out from pulmonary edema and difficulty breathing. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my friend Lila Moore holding my hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying. I knew I couldn’t hide this from her. “Emma, let’s get proper treatment, okay? I don’t care if it bankrupts us.” “Why couldn’t it have been Benjamin who got cancer?” Lila’s tears dripped onto the back of my hand, instantly shattering the strength I’d been forcing myself to maintain for so long. The truth is, I hurt too. I suffer too. But I couldn’t show any weakness, especially not in front of Benjamin. Lila held me tightly and said with determination, “I’m going to cure you.” I gently touched her cheek, forcing a smile. “My condition can’t be cured, Lila. The doctor said I only have a month left.” Lila froze, then covered her face with her hands and began crying silently. I squeezed her hand, feeling guilty for burdening her with this devastating news. My phone suddenly rang urgently. Benjamin’s angry, accusatory voice came through: “I knew you were up to no good! Rachel is fighting for her life right now, and where are you? Emma, you better give me a reasonable explanation.” I answered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll be right there.” Lila snatched my phone away. “Benjamin! You’re such a bastard! Emma’s in the hospital, and you have the nerve to order her around?” Benjamin was convinced I was deliberately causing trouble. “She was fine yesterday, and now she’s suddenly hospitalized. You two sure tell a lot of lies. Why don’t you just say she has cancer and is dying? If Emma dies, I’ll throw her the most lavish funeral.” His tone was full of mockery, not realizing his words would prove prophetic. Lila was nearly mad with rage. I grabbed my phone back and stubbornly put on my coat. “You’re really going?” Lila looked at me in disbelief. I knew she was worried about me, but I just wanted to cut ties with Benjamin once and for all. I arrived at the hematology ward. Benjamin was furious when he saw me. “You’re quite the actress, running straight to the hospital. How much did you pay to bribe the nurses?” My face was pale, and I instinctively wanted to argue back. But Rachel grabbed Benjamin’s hand. “Ben, don’t say that. I think Emma saw how much attention you gave me when I got sick, so she’s pretending to be ill to get your attention too.” She was accusing me of using manipulative tactics. Benjamin clearly agreed with Rachel’s assessment, completely ignoring my sweaty forehead and pale complexion. “Stop the act. Go get the blood transfusion! The fetal cord blood also needs to be collected by the doctor.” I steeled myself and revealed the cruel truth: “I miscarried.” Benjamin angrily moved to hit me. I looked him straight in the eye: “You can beat me to death, but without my blood, Rachel won’t survive either.” Benjamin glared at me. “How can you be so vicious! Emma, I never realized what a malicious person you’ve always been. I should have given up on you long ago! Since you’re willing to give blood, then today you’ll give the maximum amount!” As the anesthetic slowly entered my veins, I could clearly feel my blood flowing out. For someone already suffering from lung cancer, this was adding insult to injury. When I woke up again, I didn’t even have the strength to sit up. But I didn’t want to spend another moment with Benjamin. I started coughing again. Seeing the blood in my palm, the uneasiness in my heart grew stronger. I pulled out the divorce papers I’d prepared: “Sign this, and I’ll leave.” Benjamin looked at me with furious embarrassment. “So you’re really determined to divorce me. Once we’re divorced, don’t you ever think about getting close to me again!” This time, I looked directly at Benjamin with calm composure. To be honest, when I was first diagnosed with lung cancer and Benjamin asked for a divorce, I thought about revenge. I also thought about destroying Rachel’s reputation. But eventually I realized that doing so wouldn’t give me what I wanted. I took a deep breath and said slowly, “Benjamin, farewell forever.”

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I’ve been married to Alister Russell for three years now. When we divorced, everyone in New York figured no man would ever dare take me on again. Back then, I’d used every trick in the book to marry him. I drugged him, framed him for sleeping with me, then had my grandfather storm over to his family to force the marriage. I finally got what I wanted. These past years, trying to make him love me, I threw away every shred of dignity I had, bending over backward to please him. When his beloved Carola Morgan woke up from her coma, I threw tantrums and threatened suicide while everyone in our circle waited to watch me make a fool of myself. But after I woke up in the hospital, I went straight for all of Alister’s assets. I destroyed every gift I’d bought him over the years and sold off his patents too. In the end, I forced him to sign the divorce papers and walked away from him for good. When Alister realized he’d actually signed divorce papers instead of some business contract, he lost it completely, screaming at me: “What game are you playing now? How long is this little act going to last?” But I was already done with him. At that moment, I was busy flirting with Alister’s incredibly powerful uncle, batting my eyelashes as I purred: “Mr. Hoffman, this is the fifth time already. Could you maybe give me a break tonight?” Later I heard that when Alister discovered the girl who’d actually saved his life wasn’t Carola but me, he completely lost his mind. ***** “Mr. Russell, Mrs. Russell attempted suicide.” When I came to, I heard our butler Fraser Chavez reporting to Alister over the phone. Alister’s ice-cold voice came through the speaker: “Is she dead?” Fraser seemed taken aback by the question: “Not yet, she didn’t hit any major arteries.” “If she’s not dead, don’t bother me with it.” Alister’s voice was both impatient and frigid: “Caro’s awake. I need to be with her.” With that, he hung up without mercy. My head was still spinning, and my wrists were wrapped in gauze. Fraser turned around to see I was awake, looking somewhat embarrassed as he said: “Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell, he…” I cut straight to the point: “Carola’s awake?” Fraser seemed startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to overhear. But he quickly recovered, his tone dripping with mockery: “Mrs. Russell, since you heard, there’s nothing left to say. Ms. Carola Morgan’s condition is unstable, and Mr. Russell needs to stay by her side. Your suicide stunts are pointless—stop humiliating yourself. You’re just making more work for us staff.” My heart felt like it had been brutally crushed, followed by endless despair. I’d chased Alister for three years, been married to him for three years, and he’d never once cared about me—only felt disgust. Still clinging to a thread of hope, I asked: “Is he in Carola’s room?” I knew Carola was staying in this same hospital. Ignoring Fraser’s attempts to stop me, I got up to find Alister. Fraser followed behind, impatiently trying to dissuade me: “Mrs. Russell, why put yourself through this? Mr. Russell already said he’d let you keep the title of his wife, but he could never love you. The more you act like this, the more Mr. Russell will despise you. Please don’t go looking for trouble with Ms. Carola Morgan…” I ignored Fraser and pushed open Carola’s hospital room door. The scene inside stopped me cold.

Alister was crouched beside Carola’s bed, gently massaging her legs with the most tender expression. His movements were soft and patient. On Carola’s nightstand sat a bouquet of pink tulips. The man who’d always been so proud and cold toward me was now incredibly gentle. Just then, Carola looked up and spotted me standing in the doorway. “Alister, maybe you should go check on Daphne? After all, she is your wife.” Carola deliberately said this while looking at Alister, putting on an act of looking troubled. Alister had his back to the door and didn’t know I was standing there. His tone suddenly turned cold. “If she wants to make a scene, let her. She always does this on purpose to scare people, trying to get me to come back and keep her company.” Carola covered her mouth and giggled, deliberately glancing in my direction with a provocative look in her eyes. “Alister, aren’t you afraid something might actually happen to her? She always acts up like this—what if something really goes wrong?” Alister paused for a moment, his brow furrowing. Then he said impatiently, “If something happens, so be it. The Morgan family business is all in my hands now. I can get justice for you and your mother for all the grievances you suffered back then, anytime I want.” Hearing Alister’s cold, heartless words, I could hardly believe it. Tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. Only then did I understand—he didn’t just marry me because of Grandpa’s pressure, but also because of the Morgan family business. He married me to get justice for Carola and her mother for their so-called grievances. My heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife! Carola’s mother was a mistress. Years ago, to seduce my father, she deliberately got close to my mother and even became my mom’s best friend. Then she drugged my dad and slept with him, which is how Carola came to be. My parents had always been deeply in love, but because of this incident, they had a cold war for years. The Morgan family never accepted the mother and daughter—aside from providing basic living expenses, they were never allowed through the Morgan family’s doors. Yet the mother and daughter went around flaunting their connection to the Morgan family. Carola’s mother claimed to be my father’s wife, and Carola called herself the second young lady of the Morgan family. Because of them, my parents’ relationship grew worse and worse, and I was often mocked by classmates. I certainly didn’t think she had suffered any grievances. Carola looked at Alister with a touched expression. “I knew you cared about me the most.” Alister patiently massaged her legs, his voice gentle. “Of course I should care about you. You got sick trying to save me back then—if it weren’t for that, your health wouldn’t be so fragile.” Hearing this, I was instantly stunned. I thought to myself, “He’s saying Carola saved him? But the person who saved him back then was…” “Alister, I’ve liked you since we were kids. For you, I’d risk my life,” Carola said to Alister. “I’m just afraid of hurting Daphne’s feelings. Even if she won’t acknowledge me, I still consider her my sister! It’s just… I really envy Daphne. She’s had Grandpa’s and Dad’s love since childhood, plus a complete family. Now she has your love and the status of being your wife.” Alister said, “Caro, just wait a little longer. Once my patent application goes through, I’ll divorce her.”

Carola looked at him, her eyes full of anticipation. “Alister, you have to remember what you promised me.” I frowned, thinking, “What exactly did Alister promise Carola?” Alister looked at her dotingly. “Yes, I remember. The day my patent comes through, I’ll take you to the Morgan family, ask her for a divorce, and then marry you. Once I get the patent, no one in the Morgan family will be able to control me anymore. I’ll give you and your mother a proper explanation in front of everyone in the Morgan family.” Alister reached out and stroked Carola’s hair. “I promised you I wouldn’t let you and your mother live without status like before, suffering grievances for a lifetime.” Carola was deeply moved and hugged Alister. “Alister, you’re so good to me…” ***** I quickly completed the discharge procedures. After leaving the hospital, I first went to a law firm and printed out a divorce agreement. Then I returned to the villa where Alister and I lived after our marriage. This was our shared home after we got married.

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Sharon Foster met the charming pilot Tyler Moore at the airport during Christmas. They had just met when Tyler invited Sharon to take his private jet to a remote island. Something felt off to me, so I advised Sharon to think it over carefully. Seeing Sharon hesitate, Tyler turned and invited Sharon’s female colleague instead. Soon after, Sharon’s colleague posted wedding photos on social media, with Tyler as the groom. Sharon was jealous of her colleague and, when I wasn’t paying attention, plunged a knife into my chest, her face twisted with rage as she screamed: “If you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now!” When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day I went to pick up Sharon at the airport. Looking at the private jet not far away, Sharon shyly lowered her head and said, “I’ve never been on a private jet before. Do you think I should say yes?” ***** “Anne, do you think I should say yes to him?” Hearing Sharon’s familiar voice, I looked up in shock, frantically pressing my hand to my chest. There was no knife wound there. I had been reborn! In my previous life, I had died at Sharon’s hands. That day, I saw the wedding photos of Sharon’s colleague on social media and wanted to talk to Sharon about it, but she killed me instead. As I lay dying and tried to call for help, Sharon kicked my phone away, twisted the knife handle with hatred, and cursed at me: “Anne, if you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now. You ruined my entire life, you have to die!” I begged Sharon to take me to the hospital, but it only made her attack more viciously. That sharp fruit knife stabbed me ten times. Seeing me lost in thought, Sharon pushed me irritably and said, “Anne, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re jealous that someone’s hitting on me?” Feeling my beating heart, I tried to calm down and said casually, “If you want to go, then go.” Sharon was completely absorbed in the joy of being invited by Tyler and didn’t notice my cold tone. She excitedly grabbed my bag and rummaged through it: “Anne, when I come back from this trip, I’ll be Tyler’s wife! Where’s your powder compact and lipstick? Quick, give them to me!” All I wanted was to get far away from here. I reached out and snatched my bag back, saying, “I didn’t bring those. Since you’re going on a trip with him, I’ll head out first.” Seeing me turn to leave, Tyler quickly stepped in front of me and said, “You two are friends, right? Why don’t you come along?” Looking at Tyler’s sleazy demeanor, I recalled everything I had witnessed after my death in the previous life and couldn’t help but shudder. Back then, my spirit had wandered and drifted all the way to the island they had mentioned. The island not only had armed guards patrolling, but in secluded corners were multiple waist-high metal containers, each one containing a female victim who had been dismembered. Sharon’s colleague, whom she had been so jealous of, was among them. Her face was covered in blood and she had long since lost her life. I trembled slightly and was about to refuse when Sharon stepped in front of me and said, “Captain, no need to invite her. When I wanted to go with you earlier, she held me back and told me to think carefully. She’s too scheming. How can we properly enjoy the island scenery with her around?” Tyler looked me over with malicious eyes and nodded, “I actually think she’s right. Sharon, although I fell for you at first sight, it is rather presumptuous for us to travel alone together on our first meeting. We should bring your friend along.” Hearing Tyler’s words, my heart suddenly lurched. I hadn’t expected Sharon to directly tell Tyler that I had seen through his scheme. Tyler must now be worried that I would remember his face and help the police track him down. He wanted to take us both away and imprison us for torture! I felt scared but tried to stay calm as I backed away, saying, “I won’t go. I still have urgent matters to handle at the company. Hope you two have fun.” After saying this, I immediately tried to run, but Sharon suddenly grabbed my wrist. She glared at me angrily and said mockingly, “He already invited you. Stop acting all high and mighty. Hurry up and get on. You wouldn’t want to keep the captain waiting, would you, you nobody?” Looking at Sharon’s disdainful expression, I said angrily, “I told you I need to go back to work. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don’t drag me into it.” Seeing us at an impasse, Tyler casually put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You’re Anne, right? Sharon has invited you so warmly, it would be rude not to go.” I hadn’t expected this psychopath to actually threaten me. I looked around, wanting to call security, only to realize that in order to accompany Sharon to see the private jet, we had walked to a secluded area. Not only was there no security here, but there were also several menacing-looking thugs lurking around.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I forced a smile and leaned close to Sharon’s ear, whispering, “I’m going to buy you makeup. You’ll be staying overnight on the island, so you’ll definitely need cosmetics, right?” “What if Mr. Moore falls for another woman if you don’t wear makeup?” Sharon grabbed my hand and said, “You should have said so earlier! Go quickly then. I want Chanel lipstick and powder compact—don’t get the wrong shades.” I nodded with relief and turned to run. But Tyler spoke up: “So it’s about makeup. Sharon, I’m so wealthy and have my own private island—how could I possibly not provide you with cosmetics?” “Come on up. If the weather changes, it won’t be good for takeoff.” Sharon nodded repeatedly after hearing this: “Tyler, you’re so thoughtful. Anne, don’t go anymore. Let’s get on the plane quickly.” While we were talking, the thugs hiding around us had slowly closed in. I was so nervous I was about to cry. I thought to myself: “I just got reborn, and am I going to die at their hands again? I absolutely won’t let that happen!” Just as I was caught between a rock and a hard place, a taxi suddenly pulled up in the distance. I ran over desperately and said, “Sharon, my ride is here! You go on your trip—I need to get back to the office to work on a project proposal!” Seeing my panicked state, Sharon sneered, “You’re so useless. With such a great opportunity, all you can think about is work. No wonder you’ll be poor your whole life!” I didn’t want to argue at all and immediately jumped into the taxi, saying, “Drive! To Central Tower in Midtown Manhattan.” The taxi driver had originally wanted to stop and rest, but when a passenger suddenly got in, he didn’t ask many questions and just started the car toward Manhattan. In the rearview mirror, I saw several thugs chase out from their hiding spots, but seeing the car drive away, they could only stop reluctantly. Sharon put on a show of calling out to me a few times, then turned and followed Tyler onto the private jet. Watching the plane rise into the sky, my heartbeat finally returned to normal. I thought to myself: “Sharon, in my past life you blamed me for stopping you from enjoying the good life. This time, go ahead and experience it for yourself!”

As soon as I got back to the office, I slammed my bag down on the desk with a furious expression and complained loudly: “Sharon asked me to pick her up, but then she stood me up! When she gets back, she owes the whole company coffee!” Hearing my complaints, my colleagues gathered around asking what had happened. I angrily shouted: “I’m already swamped with work, but I still made time to pick up Sharon. Then she runs into some pilot and just ditches me to go on a private jet vacation with him! What a waste of my time. Not only did she go herself, but she wanted to drag me along too. She never even considered how busy I am, and when I refused, she had the nerve to call me someone who doesn’t know how to enjoy life. I’m so pissed!” Hearing such an outrageous story, my colleagues excitedly pressed for more details. Just then, Sharon’s boyfriend Kevin Smith pushed through the crowd with a dark expression and approached me, saying: “Anne, don’t you know Sharon has a boyfriend? How could you let her go traveling with some strange man?” Seeing Kevin’s angry demeanor, I actually felt secretly relieved. Kevin had a hot temper, and with Sharon’s instigation, he’d already harbored resentment toward me. If something really happened to Sharon, he might redirect his hatred onto me. That’s exactly why I chose to spill everything as soon as I got back to the office—so he’d know this was Sharon’s own choice. I put on a wronged expression and said: “Why is no one being reasonable here? Sharon got so excited when she saw the pilot and private jet that she couldn’t wait to leave. Picking her up isn’t my obligation. She’s the one who stood me up, yet you’re blaming me! From now on, handle your own problems—I’m done getting involved!” Seeing me cry pitifully, my colleagues started criticizing Kevin. Kevin stood in the crowd, clenching his fists and muttering to himself: “Sharon, how dare you do this to me. When you get back, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Finally relaxed, I slumped into my chair and said: “I’ve fallen behind on so much work, I’ll have to stay late today.” The day passed without further incident. As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sharon. Watching her name flash continuously on my phone screen, I quickly put it on silent and placed it far away. For the rest of my life, I never want to have anything to do with Sharon again! When I woke up the next day, I found my phone flooded with countless unread messages. Staring at those notifications, I silently gripped my phone. In my previous life, Maggie Dixon, the female colleague who went traveling with Tyler, didn’t have her incident until several days later. I didn’t know whether I should read these messages Sharon had sent me. Based on the timeline, she should still be safe now, probably asking me to help call the police. I finally opened the text messages. [Why aren’t you answering your phone? I should have just had you buy me cosmetics. The stuff here isn’t even name brand.] [Can you bring me some cosmetics? I’ll reimburse you for the travel expenses.] [Never mind, don’t bother. Tyler says he loves how I look without makeup.] [He’s going to propose to me! I’m so touched. I’ve finally found true love!] [We’re getting married the day after tomorrow. Tyler wants you to be my maid of honor. We’ll pick you up tomorrow. Dress up nicely, but don’t look too pretty. Remember to prepare a wedding gift!] Reading this message, I was horrified. Today? In my previous life, Maggie and Tyler had also held a wedding, but that crude ceremony was just a makeshift setup Tyler had thrown together for photos. His purpose was to make everyone think Maggie was happy after marriage, delaying the discovery of the crime. The wedding hadn’t invited anyone at all. But this time… I didn’t bother changing clothes and ran downstairs in my pajamas to catch a cab back to my family home on Long Island. “To Long Island, I’ll pay double the fare!” Halfway there, Sharon called me again. I gripped my phone, my heart racing. After the phone stopped vibrating, I texted my supervisor. [I’ve got the flu and feel terrible. I really need to take two days off.] As soon as I sent the text, I received a message from Sharon. [What’s wrong with you? Are you so jealous you’ve lost your mind? You won’t even answer my calls!] [We’re downstairs at your place. Come down right now. Remember to bring my gift!] [How come no one’s home? Did you go to work this early? Hurry up and take two days off to keep me company!] [Your coworkers all say you have the flu. Are you just trying to avoid giving me a gift? Anne, you have to prepare a wedding gift for me!] After that, she stopped texting, and I finally arrived home. Seeing me in my pajamas, my mom was startled and quickly pulled me inside. Before I could even sit down, I received a call from a coworker. After hesitating, I chose to answer. My colleague’s excited voice immediately came through. “Anne, you really missed out by not coming in today! Sharon and her new boyfriend got into a fight with Kevin downstairs at the office!”

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My sister Megan Johnson and I are twins. I’ve been frail since childhood and was sent to Grandfather’s ranch to learn combat skills, which made me hot-tempered. Megan grew up with our parents, excelled academically, had a gentle personality, and never argued with anyone. In my previous life, she married veteran William Nelson, who’s now an automotive factory executive. Neither of them was good with words, and eventually Megan died young due to misunderstandings between them. I married middle school teacher Vincent Taylor. Vincent found my behavior crude and would rather stay at school than come home. This time we were reborn on our wedding day. Seeing Megan’s worried expression, I asked, “How about we swap grooms?” Megan nodded frantically, “Yes!” ***** The church bells woke me up. I opened my eyes to see a room full of flowers and Megan looking troubled. During our previous wedding, she was shy and sweet, but seeing her like this now, I guessed she’d been reborn too. In her past life, she married automotive executive William and should have been happy. But after marriage, they lived like strangers, and eventually Megan died due to a misunderstanding. After I married Vincent, he found me insufficiently elegant and refused to come home. I ended up dying alone. I grabbed Megan’s hand, “Megan, let’s switch grooms.” Megan nodded, “Okay!” Then she hesitated, “No, William isn’t a good man.” Seeing Megan’s concern, I was touched. Though we’re twins, I was weak as a child and sent to Grandfather James Cooper’s place to learn self-defense. Megan and I didn’t have many chances to meet, but she always saved her allowance to buy me clothes and cared for me. I said, “Sis, I know how to deal with someone like William who’s not good with words.” Megan smiled through her tears. Unlike Megan’s gentle kindness, I’ve been hot-tempered since childhood. I said, “Megan, help me out. You handle Vincent, that bookworm.” Vincent was my husband in my previous life, a middle school teacher. Our personalities were completely incompatible. In the past life, he was gentle with others but found me crude, and we got along terribly. Megan patted my head, “Alright, let’s switch grooms!” By the time the wedding began, we’d already swapped wedding dresses and used veils as head coverings. Though our family was puzzled about why we were wearing veils, they didn’t ask many questions. Amid the blessings, I got into William’s car and went to his apartment. As an executive, even though William was reluctant, his mother Margaret Nelson still threw a grand wedding. William had finally agreed to marry, and she wanted everyone in the community to know about it. Honestly, there was a huge gap between our family and the Nelsons. But everyone knew William was obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Janet White and had refused to marry for many years. Finally, Margaret threatened suicide, and he compromised. So they chose the gentle and intelligent Megan. In her previous life, Megan was unaware of this and only found out when it was too late. Vincent and I had an engagement arranged by James. James insisted on honoring the agreement despite my objections. Eventually, we began our unhappy marriage. Thinking about this, I hit William.

Through my white veil, I could see William’s expression barely changed—he just frowned slightly. Just as Megan had said, he was indeed an unromantic tough guy. “William, congratulations on your wedding. I wish you happiness.” A gentle voice drifted over, and I looked up at the speaker. A blonde girl in a white dress stood there, looking delicate and charming. Her eyes glistened with tears as she smiled at William, putting on a pitiful appearance. No wonder Megan had died of heartbreak in my previous life. Janet clearly knew how to manipulate situations. Speaking to the groom like this at someone else’s wedding was incredibly rude. “Janet, we didn’t invite you!” Margaret’s furious shout echoed throughout the garden. “Margaret, I just came to offer my blessings. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave right now.” With that, Janet cast another pitiful glance at William. Before he could react, I lifted my veil, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed William on the cheek. “Of course we welcome you,” I said. “It’s our honor that Janet came to bless William and me. Isn’t that right, darling?” I looked at William tenderly. This usually composed man seemed a bit flustered. “Yes, but wait—who are you? Where’s Megan?” While the guests were still whispering about my bold move, William finally stammered out the question. “From today on, you’re my husband,” I said. “I’m very reasonable, but I absolutely despise unfaithful men. If I ever catch you cheating after marriage…” I glanced around, spotted a baseball bat in the chapel, walked over, picked it up, and snapped it in half. “This will be your fate!” I declared. I stared directly into William’s eyes. Whether it was my imagination or not, I thought I saw him smile briefly before his expression returned to calm. Meanwhile, Janet’s face had turned deathly pale as she looked at William pitifully. “The bride is so beautiful,” Janet said. “William is so lucky. But isn’t it inappropriate for them to marry so hastily?” She put on a sad yet understanding expression. “Abigail, I support you,” Margaret said, stepping in front of me and looking at Janet with disdain. Since Margaret was backing me up, I could be even bolder. “Janet, thank you,” I said. “But this is our wedding, and it has nothing to do with you. If you care so much about William, then you should marry him yourself. Your behavior is completely out of line.” With that, I linked arms with Margaret, preparing to leave. I wanted to see whether William would go comfort his ex-girlfriend or choose to leave with me. If he really was that clueless, I’d divorce him on the spot.

Outside, the spaghetti dinner was in full swing. I sat in the bedroom eating the meal Margaret had prepared, taking in my surroundings. The Nelson family was clearly well-off. If it weren’t for Janet’s presence, William probably would have married long ago. Just as I was getting drowsy, William pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing his hesitant expression, I cut straight to the point: “I heard you have a former girlfriend you’re deeply in love with. I didn’t want Megan to suffer, so I came in her place.” “You’ve misunderstood my relationship with Janet. I do help her often, but there’s a reason for that. I don’t love her—don’t worry.” Under the dim lamplight, William explained earnestly. Honestly, I didn’t care whether he loved someone else. I had to get married eventually anyway. If William was a good man, that would be my good fortune. If he wasn’t, I could still make it on my own. But since he’d said as much, I decided to take him at his word for now. With that thought, I moved closer to William, rising on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear: “Mr. Nelson, would you like to develop a romantic relationship with me?” My fingers traced slowly down from his cheek, gently brushing over his Adam’s apple as I felt his breathing suddenly quicken. William froze, but his body temperature kept rising. I laughed softly and said, “Tonight is our wedding night. Don’t you plan to do something about it?” William stared at me with burning eyes. Suddenly, he swept me up and tossed me onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I won’t let this kind of thing happen again.” William’s voice was husky as he gazed at me with excitement. Unable to resist the atmosphere, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and gently kissed his Adam’s apple. I said, “I hope you can keep that promise…” In the flickering candlelight, I looked at William with some shyness. William truly lived up to his Marine background—his physical condition was impressive. William trembled as he carefully unbuttoned my clothes. As his breathing drew closer, I closed my eyes. The shrill ring of the telephone suddenly pierced the air, and William’s movements stopped. “It might be something from the company. Give me a moment, darling.” With that, he answered the persistently ringing phone. The old phone had poor sound isolation, and I could clearly hear Janet’s sobbing voice on the other end. She said, “William, I can’t breathe. Could you take me to the hospital? My parents aren’t home…” I frowned and sat up, buttoning my clothes while watching William’s conflicted expression. I said, “Tonight is our wedding night, and you’re going to abandon me to see another woman?”

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When my biological father Jaxon Thomson and mother Rosie Thomson brought me home, I only had a backpack and my therapy dog with me. Just because their adopted daughter Sophie Thomson said she wanted to eat dog meat barbecue on Christmas, they actually killed my dog. I flipped the table and smashed the Thomson mansion into chaos. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie suffers from depression? She was finally happy for once, and you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly: “You’re just mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back.” Sophie’s eyes were red-rimmed as she pushed the barbecue in front of me: “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you love this dog, I’ll give it back to you.” I let out a cold laugh. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, but my mental illness was real. ***** Rolly was missing. That Labrador who would always run out to nuzzle me the moment he heard my voice seemed not to have heard my calls today. I clenched my fists. Rolly was my lifetime therapy dog, and the only method the psychiatric hospital had found to control my behavior. Without Rolly, I would become like I was in the psychiatric hospital again. Just thinking about how all the doctors, nurses, and patients in the psychiatric hospital would scream in panic when they saw me having an episode made me shudder. No! I couldn’t lose Rolly! I didn’t want to be treated like a monster again! I wanted to be normal! I searched tirelessly throughout the Thomson mansion. Although I had lived here for six months, I still felt like a stranger. He was nowhere to be found in the bedrooms, storage rooms, or backyard. I slammed the last door shut hard, realizing I was losing control of my strength. I pinched my arm, barely regaining my composure, and opened the monitoring app on my phone with trembling hands. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, I had installed monitoring equipment on Rolly’s collar in case I couldn’t find him. But the live feed showed only pitch black, and the history could only be viewed after finding the memory card. The ominous feeling in my heart grew stronger, and I began uncontrollably biting my nails. Just as I was about to go out and post missing dog flyers, Sophie walked in. She was dressed very sweetly, with a cute smile on her face. But when she looked at me, her eyes were malicious. I was used to her looks, so I walked toward the door without hesitation. But Sophie called out to me: “Olivia, where are you going? Today is Christmas. Dad, Mom, and I are planning to barbecue. The ingredients are very special this time. Come eat with us.” I responded coldly: “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas.” “There’s a feast today. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.” Sophie’s tone was meaningful. I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But the urgency of finding Rolly weighed on my mind, so I quickly left. When I finished posting the missing dog flyers and returned to the Thomson mansion, the lights had just come on inside, and steam had condensed into water droplets on the glass windows. Jaxon, Rosie, and Sophie were sitting around the dining table, chatting happily. Seeing me, Sophie waved and said with a smile: “Olivia, come eat the barbecue. It smells so good.” Rosie looked at me reproachfully: “We haven’t seen you all afternoon. Sophie specially saved you a big portion.” I frowned, about to refuse, when Sophie picked up a plate: “We’ve been busy all afternoon. This dog meat is particularly fragrant. Olivia, won’t you really try some?” Dog meat? I froze in place, suspecting I was having auditory hallucinations again. I mechanically turned my head to look at the dining table, then at Sophie’s face. A nightmarish suspicion formed in my mind. I tried to find flaws in Sophie’s expression: “Where’s my Rolly?” Sophie blinked innocently: “You mean that dog? It’s right here.” I stared intently at that plate of barbecue, feeling dizzy. “I wanted to eat dog meat barbecue this morning, so Dad and Mom helped me process the dog. There’s still lots of meat left in the fridge. We can continue eating dog meat pizza tomorrow.” Sophie kept talking, like an evil spirit whispering in my ear. I suddenly raised my hand and knocked the plate from her hands, ignoring the shocked cries behind me, then rushed to the kitchen. In the freezer, the only place I hadn’t searched, there were large chunks of blood-red meat, bones and flesh covered with a layer of white frost. There was even a tuft of unplucked dog hair on top, the color of Rolly’s fur. I suddenly bent over and began vomiting violently.

The commotion in the living room still hadn’t stopped. Ever since I pushed her to the ground, Sophie had been crying nonstop. She threw herself into Rosie’s arms, sobbing as she said, “This is all my fault. I stole Olivia’s life, so she has every right to hate me.” Rosie immediately looked at her disapprovingly. “You and she are both my children. In my heart, you are my biological daughter. I won’t allow you to put yourself down like this anymore.” Jaxon also gently stroked her hair, his expression full of concern. Sophie lifted her head from Rosie’s shoulder and met my gaze. Then she smiled, not a trace of sadness on her face. Seeing her provocative look, I walked over and flipped the dining table. Scalding soup and food scattered across the floor, inevitably splashing onto them. Jaxon frowned. “Olivia, what are you doing? Even if you’re upset, there’s no need to act so uncouth.” Rosie quickly pulled Sophie back. Ignoring the stains on her own arm, she hurried to wipe Sophie’s dress clean. I stood in the midst of the chaos, staring intently at Sophie. “You killed my dog and ate it, didn’t you?” Sophie shrank fearfully into Rosie’s embrace, successfully gaining protection. “Olivia, I just wanted to eat dog meat. Since there happened to be a dog at home, Dad made it into food for me.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice firm yet pitiful. “Dad only did this for my sake. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please don’t be angry with Dad.” Jaxon raised his hand to stop her, looking at me seriously. “Olivia, I haven’t wronged you, and I’ve fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. What exactly are you dissatisfied with about this family?” I kicked over the floor lamp and threw the remaining two chairs across the room. “Rolly wasn’t just any ordinary dog, and certainly not your food.” Jaxon continued, “It was just a dog.” Suddenly, the couch made a harsh scraping sound as it moved. Within five minutes, the room was in complete chaos, and everyone stood frozen. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie has depression? She was finally happy for once, but you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly. “You’re mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back. I should have left you to die out there.” Sophie, eyes red with tears, pushed the only remaining plate of meat toward me. “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you loved this dog so much, I’ll give it back to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, while my mental illness was real. I let out a soft snort and flexed my wrist. Sophie cried out to me again, “Olivia…” Suddenly, a crisp slap cut off her words. A clear handprint quickly appeared on Sophie’s face, and her crying turned into screaming. Amid the screaming, Rosie suddenly became stern, no longer able to maintain her elegant, gentle expression. Almost simultaneously, she slapped me too. “I didn’t bring you back so you could bully Sophie. She developed depression because of your return, but I still kept you here. Why can’t you just be considerate of her?” I smiled sarcastically. The beloved Sophie suddenly learning she wasn’t biological and developing depression from fear of abandonment—only these two idiots would believe such a script. While I was swallowing pill after pill for bipolar disorder, they were worried about whether Sophie had taken the vitamin C from her antidepressant bottle. Unfortunately, as long as they believed it, Sophie felt it was enough. Standing behind Jaxon and Rosie, she silently mouthed to me, “I won.”

Indeed, whenever Sophie shed even a single tear, Jaxon and Rosie would feel heartbroken, let alone when I had slapped her. But I didn’t stop. I stared straight at her. “Sophie, apologize to Rolly.” Sophie’s eyes widened as tears quickly welled up. “Olivia, you can hate me, but you can’t humiliate me.” Rosie’s face turned ugly. “Olivia, we’ve been tolerant enough with you. Look what you’ve done to this house! Don’t push it too far.” Jaxon also glared at me angrily. “Sophie got hurt because of you. You should be the one apologizing to her.” I said nothing and silently picked up a stick that had fallen from somewhere, then started smashing things. Dinnerware worth a hundred thousand dollars, vases worth millions, and famous paintings worth tens of millions—I destroyed them all. Jaxon shouted angrily to stop me, but I forced him back several steps with the stick. He roared, “You’ve gone too far! I shouldn’t have brought you back. You’re just a lunatic!” I sneered. “You’re right. I am a lunatic, so don’t overestimate a lunatic’s self-control.” Rosie clutched her chest, trembling with rage. “How could I have a daughter like you? All those years outside have turned you into a complete mess.” I thought to myself: “A mess? But I’ve been trying so hard to be disciplined, to learn how to be normal. It’s you who pushed me to lose control.” Sophie’s tears kept flowing endlessly, as if they would never stop. Her complexion grew paler, and her body trembled slightly. Rosie immediately rushed over, asking nervously, “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re not having another episode, are you?” Jaxon also walked over, watching Sophie intently. Sophie took several deep breaths, then managed a weak smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. This is all my fault. I made Olivia unhappy. I should apologize to Olivia.” She stood up and walked over to me, her face showing careful, pleasing submission. “Olivia, whatever punishment you want to give me, I can accept it. Please forgive me. Don’t make things difficult for Dad and Mom.” The next second, she walked up to me and lowered her voice: “Did you see that? They’ll only take my side. They’re my parents alone. Even though you’re their biological daughter, you can’t compare to me.” I looked coldly at her smug expression, then grabbed a dinner knife from the table and stabbed it hard into the back of her hand. “Ah!” A scream rang out as bright red blood spurted from the wound. Sophie instantly collapsed to the floor. At the same time, Rosie’s shriek also erupted. She rushed over like a madwoman and pushed me to the ground. I tried to dodge, but the drug withdrawal symptoms kicked in again, making me feel nauseous and suffocated. Then my forehead hit the ground, opening a bloody gash. The ambulance arrived quickly, taking Sophie away while also picking me up. At the hospital, Sophie was rushed into the emergency room. I sat alone in the hallway. An ER nurse noticed me and bandaged my wound. When Sophie came out, Jaxon and Rosie, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately rushed over to check on her. This time, Sophie didn’t need to fake being weak because her face was genuinely pale from blood loss. She said, “Dad, Mom, I shouldn’t stay in this house. I never thought Olivia hated me enough to want to kill me. She’s your real daughter. Take Olivia back home. I don’t deserve to stay in the family anymore.” Hearing Sophie’s words, Rosie was so heartbroken she felt like her heart would shatter. She hugged Sophie, crying, “What are you talking about? You’re my daughter. No matter who I abandon, I won’t abandon you. Olivia is just a lunatic. She’s the one who should leave.” Jaxon also said angrily, “I won’t let her get away with this. We have to call the police and have her committed to a mental hospital.” The police arrived quickly. After understanding the situation, they all gave me strange looks and called for a psychiatrist to examine me. While waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive, Jaxon coldly declared, “Olivia, you’ve exhausted all my patience. From now on, you can reflect on your actions in the mental hospital.” I leaned against the wall, ignoring Sophie’s gaze, and gave Jaxon a defiant smile. Soon after, Dr. George Black from the psychiatric hospital arrived. Jaxon pointed at me, his face dark. “This is a mental patient. Take her to your hospital.” George made eye contact with me, and I realized he was someone I knew. “How is it you again?” George’s expression became serious. He instinctively stepped back and bumped into the door frame, nearly falling. He said, “I just released her two years ago. I can accept any mental patient, except Olivia.”

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