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I know I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, but I haven’t chosen to have an abortion. Instead, I’m going to give birth to him. Seeing my determination to have this child, my best friend Aria Clark and my husband Jacob Fraser are both panicking. In my previous life, I was pregnant with a baby who had XYY syndrome. The moment they saw the test results, Jacob and Aria immediately urged me to get an abortion. I was reluctant, but I still chose to have the abortion under Jacob’s insistence. During the abortion procedure, I suffered massive bleeding. To save me, the doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus. After my uterus was removed, I fell into deep depression every day. However, when I went to the hospital for a follow-up, I overheard a conversation between Jacob and Aria. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza Martin’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, but Jacob and Aria pushed me off the hospital rooftop. After my death, Jacob and Aria inherited all my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I went to the hospital for my prenatal checkup. The pain of shattered bones swept through my entire body. I looked around. The strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital kept irritating my nostrils. Then, a voice spoke: “Eliza, don’t worry. Our children will definitely be healthy.” A pair of cold hands covered the back of my hands. I suddenly snapped back to reality and met Aria’s comforting gaze. Jacob, standing behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, joining Aria in reassuring me. Looking at the two of them, I was certain I had been reborn, returning to the day Aria and I came to the hospital for our prenatal checkups together. In my previous life, Aria and I were pregnant at the same time. However, I was carrying a healthy fetus, while she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. After the test results came out, Jacob deliberately switched mine and Aria’s test reports, making me believe I was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, and under their persuasion, I had an abortion. Unfortunately, I suffered massive bleeding during the surgery and was forced to have my uterus removed, making it impossible for me to have my own children ever again. From then on, I fell into deep depression every day, and Jacob gradually began to ignore me. But on the day I went to the hospital for my follow-up, I discovered Jacob and Aria’s plan to steal my assets. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, and fearing this would get out, they pushed me off the hospital rooftop. Since my parents died early and I had no children, Jacob inherited all my assets after my death. Later, he married Aria, and their family of three lived happily ever after spending my inheritance. Fortunately, heaven is fair and gave me another chance. To avoid repeating my previous life’s fate, I made an excuse and sent them both downstairs. Aria and Jacob had already been having an affair, so hearing about a chance to be alone together, they excitedly left. As soon as they got in the elevator, I immediately took out mine and Aria’s information to collect our prenatal test reports. Since Jacob likes switching prenatal test reports, this time I would do the switching myself, without needing him to do it. When Aria and Jacob returned, they saw me sitting in the chair crying. Jacob quickly walked over, crouched down in front of me, and gently asked: “Eliza, why are you crying? Whatever happened, you can tell me.” I pitifully handed him the prenatal test report and said through tears: “Jacob, I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. What should I do?” Hearing my words, Jacob froze for a moment, frowning as he looked through the prenatal test report. Suddenly, he thought of something and secretly glanced at Aria’s prenatal test report. Seeing that it showed the fetus was completely normal, he and Aria quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he pretended to care about me and said: “Eliza, you must have an abortion because babies with XYY syndrome are defective. Once your body recovers, we can have another healthy child.” I directly refused him and glared at him angrily with red eyes. Seeing this, Aria also tried to persuade me: “Eliza, just listen to Jacob. Once this child is born, he’ll be nothing but trouble. Don’t worry. In the future, you can be the godmother of my child.” Aria spoke very sincerely, but I could clearly see the smugness and calculation in her eyes. After hearing Aria’s words, I felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit. I clenched my teeth tightly, then suppressed the hatred that was about to overflow from my heart. No matter how they tried to persuade me, I cried and refused them, saying: “I won’t have an abortion. This is my child. No matter what, I will definitely give birth to him.”

After we returned home, Aria and Jacob still wanted to convince me to have an abortion. But I walked straight into the bedroom and shut them both out, acting extremely stubborn and unwilling to listen to any persuasion. At midnight, when they noticed no sound coming from my bedroom, Aria and Jacob assumed I was asleep and had sex in the guest room. Aria showed no regard for the fact that she was pregnant, constantly seducing Jacob and having sex non-stop. Through the crack in the door, I stared intently at those two shameless people. Aria said, “Jacob, if Eliza gives birth to that child, what will happen to me and my baby? The child in my belly is also your biological child. You can’t abandon us.” Jacob tenderly caressed Aria’s belly and said gently, “Eliza can give birth to that child. I originally wanted to find an excuse to get rid of the baby in her belly. But she’s carrying a child with XYY syndrome. “This child will torment her greatly. Don’t worry, sweetheart. After she gives birth, I’ll make sure she dies. Then everything she has will be ours.” After hearing the satisfying answer, Aria smiled smugly and performed even more enthusiastically in bed. I just watched them quietly until the pain in my clenched fists made me leave. Aria was single, yet she got pregnant on the same day as me. At the time, she said she’d had a one-night stand with someone and couldn’t find the father of her child. Moreover, she didn’t want to have an abortion. I felt so sorry for her that I let her move in with me and had the nanny who took care of me look after her as well. But I never imagined that the child in Aria’s belly was actually Jacob’s. In my previous life, I believed her story. Now that I have a second chance, I absolutely won’t be fooled by her again. The next morning, Jacob and Aria looked extremely satisfied, even secretly flirting at the breakfast table. I pretended not to see their behavior and ate my nutritional meal by myself. What I needed to do now was take good care of my body. Seeing my cold expression, Aria tried hard to make me feel uncomfortable. She smiled and said, “Eliza, how did you end up carrying a child with XYY syndrome? You’re so unlucky, unlike me. Even though I don’t know where my child’s father is, the baby in my belly is perfectly healthy. “Why don’t you come with me to church to pray? Only by doing good deeds can you be as lucky as me and carry a healthy child.” After hearing Aria’s words, I could barely suppress my laughter. Was she lucky? Aria still didn’t know that she was the one actually carrying a child with XYY syndrome. After speaking, Aria stared at my expression. Unfortunately, I just nodded indifferently and didn’t show the heartbroken look she wanted to see. Seeing my expression, Aria glared at Jacob in dissatisfaction. Jacob immediately said, “Eliza, I know you’re in a bad mood, but Aria is just concerned about you.” I almost couldn’t resist the urge to smash the plate over his head. He was clearly my husband, yet he deceived me and conspired with my best friend to hurt me. If it hadn’t been for my father’s support back then, Jacob would never have achieved his current position. I suppressed my anger, finished the last sip of soup, and went into my room. The two of them thought I was genuinely upset, so they came to coax me several times. When they saw I wouldn’t respond to them, they left.

My due date was still over a month away. Remembering my past life when I lost my uterus due to severe hemorrhaging, I had the butler Alfie Kelly find me the best doctor. The moment that doctor arrived, Jacob and Aria became extremely panicked, desperately trying to stop me. Jacob pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of a young female doctor. He said, “Eliza, Mila Ross is this city’s most outstanding young obstetrician representative. I’ve already arranged for her to perform your surgery.” Aria chimed in, “That’s right, Eliza. A colleague of mine had her child delivered by Dr. Ross, and there were no problems at all.” Both of them worried I wouldn’t agree and kept trying to persuade me. I studied the person in the photo carefully, feeling she looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, I remembered that Mila was the doctor who had performed my abortion surgery in my past life. Every detail of that surgery in my past life had been arranged by Jacob. A terrifying suspicion instantly crossed my mind, and my body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Seeing this, Jacob pulled me into his embrace. He gently stroked my back and said, “Eliza, don’t be nervous. With Dr. Ross here, you and the baby will definitely be safe.” Watching Jacob so determined to have Mila as my doctor, I could only agree for now: “Jacob, I trust you. Then let’s have Dr. Ross handle my surgery.” Hearing my words, Jacob satisfiedly gave me a light kiss on the forehead. I saw hatred and resentment flash in Aria’s eyes, knowing she hoped I would die soon. If I could make Aria uncomfortable, then I would feel comfortable. So I deliberately moved closer to Jacob and said to Aria, “Aria, the child in your belly is illegitimate. You’ll have a hard time finding a boyfriend in the future. Although you like to play around, I never thought you’d actually have a one-night stand with someone and get pregnant from it. Thank goodness I have Jacob, otherwise if I were in your situation, what would I do?” My words made Aria feel humiliated, and her face turned pale. She immediately retorted, “No matter what, my situation is better than yours. After all, I’m not carrying a child with XYY syndrome. He’s very healthy and will be much better than your child after birth.” After saying this, Aria glared at me. I furrowed my brow tightly, pretending to be hurt as I said, “Aria, I’m your good friend. How can you say such things about me? I’m really heartbroken. Jacob, Aria is being way too much.” After speaking, I blinked my eyes innocently. Seeing Jacob about to comfort me, I forcefully pushed him away and pretended to storm off in anger. A month later, Aria and I went into labor at the same time. We were placed in the same delivery room, with Aria staring arrogantly at my belly. She sneered, “Eliza, what a shame. Even though we’re good friends, you’re about to give birth to a child with XYY syndrome. You’re so unlucky. Don’t you dare regret it once the baby is born.” Aria smiled coldly, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness and malice. I looked at her calmly, my gaze meaningful: “Aria, this baby of yours has really put you through hell. Doesn’t seem like a well-behaved one.” My words made Aria so angry that her cervix dilated prematurely, and she lay on the delivery bed screaming in agony. She was in excruciating pain, glaring at me with resentment. When she saw the doctor assigned to deliver my baby walk in, she became smug again, because it was Mila. Seeing Mila, Aria thought I would suffer greatly and couldn’t help but taunt: “Eliza, you’re really unlucky. Get ready to suffer.” Too bad this fool’s wishful thinking was about to be shattered. Half an hour later, Aria and I both began giving birth. Aria’s labor was extremely painful, her screams filling the entire delivery room. As for me, aside from a thin layer of sweat on my face, I wasn’t suffering like Aria was. Watching Aria’s agony, a surge of vengeful satisfaction washed over me. More than an hour passed, and Aria’s baby still hadn’t been born. Hugo Duncan, the doctor delivering Aria’s baby, said her situation was complicated and that natural delivery posed significant risks, recommending a C-section instead. But Aria refused, even insulting Hugo: “You’re such an incompetent doctor! If a woman has scars on her belly, men will find her disgusting. I absolutely must have a natural birth.” Hearing Aria’s words, Hugo felt somewhat helpless and could only continue according to her demands. Listening to Aria disregard her own body just to please men, I suddenly realized we were never the same kind of people. Her personality was identical to those in her family of origin. After another half hour, Hugo finally managed to adjust Aria’s baby into the proper position for natural delivery. My baby and Aria’s baby crowned simultaneously. The moment the heads emerged, Aria arrogantly showed off to me. She said, “Eliza, my baby is about to be born. Once my child is delivered, I’ll start enjoying the good life. But if you give birth to a child with XYY syndrome, you’ll begin suffering.” Just as Aria finished speaking, two baby cries echoed through the delivery room. My baby was born first, with Aria’s following closely behind. I delivered a healthy baby boy, while Aria… Aria smiled as she followed Hugo’s gaze downward. After seeing the child she had delivered, she could no longer smile.

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After my sister and I came of age, our parents gave us a choice: who would take over the company, and who would marry into the Tran family. My sister Lyla Warner, greedy for the family fortune, chose to take over the business without hesitation. But she was lazy and indulgent, spending her days traveling and abandoning the company entirely. Within a year, she had squandered the family fortune and lost everything. Meanwhile, after marrying into the Tran family, I gave birth to two sons and lived a wealthy life. She was consumed with jealousy. At a family gathering, she stabbed me to death in a frenzied attack. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we made our life choices. Lyla rushed to make her decision first. “I want to marry into the Tran family. The family business can go to my sister.” I couldn’t help but smile, thinking to myself: “Foolish Lyla. The Tran family is nothing but hell.” ***** “I fell in love with Kyson Tran at first sight, so I want to be with him! “Helen Warner is smarter than me—she’ll definitely manage the company well!” Our parents had originally intended for me to marry into the Tran family, so Lyla was flushed red with urgency. She couldn’t wait to have a wedding with Kyson and secure a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Just days ago, she had declared her intention to be a modern businesswoman, but today she seemed like a completely different person. Our parents were too shocked to speak, unable to understand her sudden change of heart. Only I sat quietly on the sofa, reviewing the company’s financial reports while secretly sneering. Given a second chance at life, Lyla was still too impulsive. Mom didn’t say much, but Dad disagreed. “Lyla, relying on yourself is better than relying on anyone else. He might like you now, but what if he changes his mind later? “I’ve heard Kyson is a playboy. You should think this through carefully. I can’t bear to watch you suffer.” Entrusting one’s entire life to another man was the most foolish thing to do. Over the years, Father had witnessed countless examples in the business world of men abandoning their wives and children. Wives who had supported their husbands from nothing ultimately received nothing in return. Naturally, Father didn’t want us to live such lives. Unfortunately, Lyla was stubborn and refused to listen. In my previous life, I had lived luxuriously. I was chauffeured everywhere in luxury cars, and my bank account always held hundreds of millions of dollars. My two adorable sons were the envy of everyone. Lyla stubbornly believed that marrying Kyson was the right path, rather than inheriting the company only to go bankrupt. She naturally wouldn’t listen to Father’s advice and irritably picked at her ears. “Dad! That’s only because those women were incompetent! I’m beautiful and charming—he’ll definitely treasure me! How could he possibly abandon me? “Besides, you’ve met him too. He’s a handsome and charming gentleman. All those rumors from outsiders are fake!” As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with barely concealed smugness. To her, this was the path to wealth and status. She didn’t want to be a boss who traveled constantly for business, exhausting herself with endless networking and entertainment. The role of a wife who stayed home listening to music and attending parties suited her much better. I kept my head down, afraid I might burst out laughing. Kyson appeared gentle and refined, but only I knew he was actually a psychopath. As an illegitimate son who had successfully taken control of the Tran family, he must have made unimaginable sacrifices. He forced me to socialize everywhere to expand his network. Even when I drank until I had stomach bleeding, he showed no concern for my health. When angry, he would hit me, forcing me to wear long sleeves and pants even in summer to hide the bruises. Most importantly, the Tran family situation was incredibly complicated. Every day I woke up, I had to face constant scheming and infighting. It was pure hell. How could that compare to the comfort of inheriting our family business? Seeing her mind was made up, our parents had nothing more to say. They sighed and returned to their room. Before leaving, Lyla didn’t forget to give me a haughty look. “Helen, when the company goes bankrupt and you can’t hold on anymore, you can call me. Maybe I’ll even let you be my servant.” I smiled slightly. “It’s just as likely that you’ll be the one begging me.” I really envied her—she’d get to be beaten by her husband and suffer all sorts of grievances. While I’d only be able to cry my heart out in a company worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Besides that, I could also mess around with some male companions.

Lyla and Kyson’s grand wedding was held at the renowned Grand Hotel. The wedding guests were all elite figures from various industries. Lyla wore a custom-made wedding dress, her every gesture radiating smugness and arrogance. She deliberately walked over to me with Kyson to offer a toast, clearly showing off. “Helen, this is your first time meeting Kyson, isn’t it? When your business goes bankrupt later, maybe Kyson can give you a hand!” “What’s the point of a woman working so hard? Finding a good man should be the priority. Too bad you’ll never have that kind of luck.” Finally able to trample me underfoot, she smiled with particular satisfaction. Kyson beside her was quite gentlemanly, nodding politely at me. Sensing her arrogant attitude, he frowned slightly. Based on our experience living together for many years in my previous life, he wasn’t satisfied with this wife. After all, Lyla was truly too foolish. Once he gradually grew tired of Lyla, she would probably face her own hell. Seeing that I remained silent, she assumed I was jealous. After mocking me a few more times, she triumphantly pulled Kyson away. I really wasn’t in the mood to argue with her, since I had just taken over the company and still needed to expand many business connections. It was rare to have so many business moguls gathered together today, so I quickly grabbed my wine glass to network. In my previous life, Lyla arrogantly believed she was already the CEO and didn’t need to show respect to anyone. Not only was she willful and reckless, but she also repeatedly turned away potential business partners. She didn’t understand that there’s always someone better out there, and she quickly offended New York’s most powerful Graham family, getting blacklisted that very night. I absolutely couldn’t make the same mistake, so I humbly handed out my business cards. In the end, I successfully left a good impression on several big shots. Having just finished all this, I finally had a chance to relax. But suddenly there was a commotion in the center of the hall. “You did that on purpose! Do you think I’m blind? This is my wedding day – how dare you ruin my mood! Do you know who my husband is?” Lyla, who had been all smiles just moments ago, was now glaring viciously at a young girl. The girl seemed to be encountering this kind of situation for the first time and was frantically trying to explain. “I really didn’t do it on purpose! I was looking for my brother and accidentally bumped into you. I already apologized…” Being watched by so many people, the girl’s face turned red with embarrassment, and she was on the verge of tears. This was really just a minor incident. But Lyla insisted on treating it as a perfect opportunity to show off her power in front of everyone, relentlessly harassing the girl. “No way! This dress was flown in from France! You got it dirty! You couldn’t afford to pay for it even if you worked your whole life!” “I’ve never seen you before. Are you some waitress who snuck in here?” In high society circles, everyone knows each other’s backgrounds. Lyla felt this girl had no backing, which is why she dared to keep bullying her. Seeing the girl about to cry, I couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward. “Lyla, what are you doing? She didn’t do it on purpose either. Just let it go this time.” Being publicly criticized by me, Lyla felt displeased and sneered: “How do you know she didn’t do it on purpose? What if she’s just jealous that I married well? I’ve seen plenty of people like that!” “Why are you helping her? Did you arrange for her to come here and cause trouble?” I never expected Lyla to frame me, and my expression immediately darkened. Just as I was about to speak, a man’s cold voice suddenly rang out: “The Tran family is truly fortunate to welcome such a future mistress.”

I looked up and discovered a tall, imposing man standing in a secluded corner of the hall, appearing there without anyone noticing. His handsome face looked incredibly stern. Everyone present froze for a few seconds before someone finally stammered out a greeting. “Mr. Graham!” Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the entire hall instantly erupted into chaos. This man was Owen Graham, the current patriarch of the Graham family! A single word from him could bring down countless businesses. Ordinary people like us might never encounter someone of his stature in our entire lives. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, all wondering why Owen would appear here. “Owen! Please tell this lady that I really didn’t do it on purpose!” Only the little girl rushed into his arms like she’d found her savior, tears of grievance streaming down her face. “Mr. Graham! This is all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!” Kyson’s father, who had been wheeling and dealing in business for over a decade, approached with a face full of smiles, trying to shake hands with Owen. But Owen smoothly avoided the gesture, glaring at Lyla with fury. “Since so many people are present, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t give Mrs. Tran an explanation. Let’s check the security footage directly.” Upon hearing about checking the surveillance, Lyla’s entire body went rigid. She frantically shot Kyson a pleading look for help. “Honey, there’s no need to check the footage. I accidentally bumped into Ms. Graham earlier! I apologize!” But it was already too late. Owen had no intention of listening to her explanations. At his command, the surveillance footage immediately began playing on the large screen. The video clearly showed that after witnessing Kyson’s intimate behavior with other women at the party, Lyla was furious but didn’t dare confront him. Instead, she vented her anger on Lily Graham, who was alone and appeared vulnerable. Lyla had charged straight at Lily and knocked her down. Everyone could see clearly what happened next. Having her malicious actions broadcast publicly, Lyla’s face flushed crimson. She desperately tried to signal Kyson with her eyes, hoping he would save her. But Kyson himself was an illegitimate child with already low standing in the Tran family. This current spectacle would only fuel his anger further. He practically wanted to kill Lyla himself—there was no way he’d help her. Instead, Owen calmly broke the silence. “Since the Tran family has such misunderstandings about my sister, let’s temporarily cancel our cooperation.” With that single sentence, he declared that the collaboration between the Tran and Graham families—which the Trans had spent days desperately trying to secure—was now worthless. Kyson’s father collapsed on the spot. Everyone fell into panic. The Tran family members all knew the consequences of offending Owen. They wanted to step forward and plead, but Owen gave them no opportunity, preparing to leave with his sister. As he passed by me, he suddenly stopped. “You’re Helen Warner?” I was startled. “You know me?” He finally showed the first smile I’d seen from him today. “You’re certainly memorable. Thank you for speaking up for Lily today.” Lily was even more grateful and insisted on exchanging contact information with me, which was certainly beneficial for me. As she was leaving, she kept thanking me. “Thank you! When I have time, I’ll come visit you!” Before she could finish speaking, Owen led her away. In the hall, Lyla had already been forcibly dragged away by Kyson, leaving only the guests to discuss today’s events with great interest. After tonight, this drama would spread throughout the entire social circle. By then, Lyla’s days would only become more difficult. But who could she blame for that? After taking over the business, I barely had any free time. I was either at the factory overseeing production or flying to various cities to negotiate partnerships. During that period, my eardrums were constantly inflamed from all the flights. However, my efforts paid off. Through my relentless work and Lily’s assistance, the company grew larger and larger. I had several enviable contracts in hand. Even when I came home for dinner, my parents kept praising me, saying they should have handed the company over to me much earlier. On this rare free day, Lily and I had planned to go shopping. I waited on the street for a long time, but Lily never showed up. I was getting increasingly irritated. When I finally saw that gleaming Rolls-Royce, I sighed helplessly. “If you hadn’t come, I would’ve thought our date was for tomorrow!” As the window rolled down, I froze completely. Owen’s handsome face suddenly appeared before me. Noticing my surprise, he casually explained: “She got held up with something, so she asked me to pick you up first.” Owen was so busy, yet he had time to be my chauffeur? What a lame excuse. After I got in the car, the atmosphere between us became awkward again. We could only make small talk about the weather. Then we both fell silent. I was debating whether to repeat the meaningless topic. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was too noisy outside, so I instinctively put it on speaker. Lyla’s shrill voice immediately pierced my ears. “Are you blind? I sent you so many messages and you didn’t reply to any of them! Are you out of your mind?” I was used to her verbal abuse. But Owen had grown up surrounded by praise, and I didn’t know if he’d feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, I stole a glance in the rearview mirror. His expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction. I cleared my throat. “Get to the point! I’ve already blocked your messages. I’m very busy every day and don’t have time for idle chatter with you.” Hearing my response, Lyla was furious. But she still held back her anger. “I heard your company is quite large now. Don’t you forget about me! If I hadn’t chosen to marry into the Tran family back then, could you have achieved what you have today? This company is half my doing too!” I had never seen such a shameless person. I almost burst out laughing. “So what do you want? Should I give you the chairman position?” I was clearly being sarcastic, but she took it seriously. “You’re very smart. But I wouldn’t want to be too unreasonable either. Give me fifty million dollars now! And when I need money in the future, I’ll come to you again!”

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My sister and I both married into wealthy families. She fell in love with a company president she’d grown up with, and they lived happily together. But three years after their wedding, she came to me drunk, sobbing in my arms. “He has a mistress, and they even have a daughter together. That child is already several years old—he’s been lying to me for years. I feel like such a fool.” My eyes welled up with tears as I held her. “Actually, Luke Watts is cheating too. He even spent a fortune buying that woman a luxury car.” My sister and I cried all night, then made our decision. “I’m done with that bastard.” “It’s okay, we’ll leave together. I don’t want that man anymore either.” We talked for hours and finally reached a conclusion: if we couldn’t leave normally, we’d fake our deaths to escape. ***** “So what reason should we use to fake our deaths?” Lena Witt was always slow to think, and after pondering for ages, she still couldn’t come up with a good plan. I shook my head and pulled out the schedule Luke’s assistant had sent me. Luke was good at making women happy. From our first day of marriage, he insisted his assistant send me his weekly schedule every week. Back then, he’d act cute with me, sweetly calling my name with eyes that seemed to sparkle like stars. He said he only felt secure when I was keeping tabs on him. I believed his sweet words, and we were happy together. Looking back now, he probably used the same tricks to deceive his mistress. But this worked perfectly for planning our escape. “Luke’s going to New York on business next week for a project with Booth Group. Tyler Booth should be going too. It’s peak tourist season right now, so we’ll say we want to go to the beach, then pretend to get swept away by the waves.” Lena nodded enthusiastically beside me. “Zoe, you’re so smart! Then we can just travel everywhere. Those two jerks don’t care about us anyway, so we might as well have fun.” Lena voiced exactly what I was thinking. After finalizing the details, Lena and I put our plan into action. The night before departure, I called Luke. “Luke, tomorrow Lena and I are planning to go to the beach for vacation. You and Tyler focus on your business trip.” I’d practiced several times—my tone was perfectly natural. He’d never suspect anything. There was a pause on the other end, then a familiar female voice came through. “Is this Zoe Witt? Mr. Watts is in the shower…” Before she could finish, I hung up abruptly. Zara Perry, just back from abroad, Luke’s childhood neighbor. Now she was a project manager at Luke’s company. I’d seen her at the office a few times, and each time I could feel her inexplicable hostility toward me. What made me angriest was that Luke had bought her a luxury car too. Even though I already knew Luke was cheating, when faced with this reality, I couldn’t help feeling heartbroken. Leaving him was definitely the right choice. Early the next morning, Lena and I boarded a flight to the island. On the beach, while Luke and the others hadn’t started work yet, I deliberately video-called Luke. I pointed the camera at Lena, who was surfing. “Tyler’s next to you, right? Quick, get him to look at Lena!” The moment I said Lena’s name, Tyler leaned over. He was always serious, but whenever he saw Lena, his expression would unconsciously soften. Why did he have to put on this gentle act? I cursed Tyler silently but kept smiling. Suddenly, Tyler’s face went pale. On the ocean surface, Lena, who had been waving at us from her surfboard, suddenly lost her balance and was instantly swallowed by a massive wave. “Lena!” With Tyler’s heart-wrenching cry, I had already dropped my phone and was rushing toward the ocean. Luke immediately realized what I was about to do, but could only helplessly shout my name through the video. Too bad no one would ever answer them again. The last thing they saw was nothing but blue sky.

I didn’t see Luke and Tyler’s messages again until a day later. Lena and I had already left for another island overnight. We were currently watching the news while applying face masks and drinking wine. On the news screen, Tyler looked pale and somber, while Luke’s eyes were red-rimmed. They were sitting together in a car. The reporter spoke into the camera: “Breaking news: renowned designer Zoe Witt and her sister Lena Witt have gone missing during their island vacation and are presumed dead. Their husbands—Luke Watts, CEO of Watts Group, and Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group—are now rushing to the island to personally join the search and rescue efforts.” Lena curled her lip: “All that urgency won’t help. Since they dared to cheat, they should have expected we’d leave eventually.” I nodded in agreement. With a swipe of my finger, the next news story began: “Shocking! Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group, suspected of having an affair. His mistress has been seen flaunting their illegitimate child in public!” This was a video from a gossip account. In the footage, Tyler stood with a young woman, and they were holding hands with a little girl. The video was posted a week ago, but the view count had suddenly skyrocketed. The top comment was about Lena and me being missing: [Am I the only one who thinks this timing is suspicious? His illegitimate child gets exposed and suddenly his wife goes missing?] Below were a string of replies: [That makes total sense. The world of rich people is way too complicated.] [Are we already spreading rumors? These videos are all fake!] Almost everyone was speculating about the situation, offering various theories, with occasional comments about beach safety tips mixed in. Seeing Lena’s expression darken, I turned off my phone. She stared at the screen, then downed an entire glass of wine in one gulp, looking dejected. After a moment, she looked at me with watery eyes and said glumly: “Zoe, how did we end up like this?” I couldn’t help but sigh, gently stroking her head: “Maybe it’s just the nature of men.” Lena fell silent for a few seconds, then buried her head in my arms: “Zoe, Tyler is such a good actor. Even now, I still feel a little heartbroken. I actually thought he truly loved me.” Her voice was muffled, making my heart ache for her. Remembering how Zara had answered when I called Luke that day, I felt even more disgusted with these two scumbags. “Lena, men aren’t worth our tears. Let’s just enjoy our vacation from now on. The money I’ve made from my designs over the years is enough for us to live happily for thirty years. Are you really going to let one man ruin your mood?” I knew Lena’s personality well. She’d always loved money since childhood. But back then, she chose to be with Tyler when he was kicked out of his family and left with nothing. During their hardest times, they only ate two meals a day, both consisting of instant noodles. But Lena never complained. Later, Tyler founded Booth Group and gradually devoured his father’s business empire. He finally achieved his goal. After a few peaceful years, a mother and daughter suddenly appeared out of nowhere—it was like ripping Lena’s heart out and stomping on it. But fortunately, both Lena and I had the means to walk away. In the days that followed, we traveled everywhere, seemingly forgetting all our troubles. Occasionally, we’d catch news reports showing that Luke and Tyler were still searching for us. From the initial search and rescue efforts to later scouring the globe, neither of them seemed ready to give up. They even announced they wouldn’t stop looking until they found us. This wasn’t what I had originally expected. They already had new lovers—they should have given up by now. What was this all about?

But who cares? Lena and I weren’t going to keep foolishly believing them. Three months had passed, and we’d been traveling around while avoiding Luke and Tyler. Now we’d temporarily settled in a small town back home. This town was actually a tourist destination—lively surroundings with all kinds of facilities. I immediately rented a small courtyard here, living a comfortable life with Lena. “Zoe, these past few months have been amazing. I’m so happy.” Lena held a cup of freshly brewed coffee, speaking in a lazy, casual tone. She’d always been someone without much ambition, content wherever she was. I rolled my eyes at her. “You really have no standards. This makes you happy?” Unexpectedly, she shook her head and handed me a warm, roasted orange. “Zoe, this isn’t enough. These three months have helped me figure things out, but you still haven’t completely let go! “So…” Lena drew out the word, flashing a mysterious smile. I smacked her head directly. “Spill it! Stop being mysterious!” She shrank back, becoming honest. “Tonight the little bar across the street has a band performance. It happens to be your favorite band. “And besides the show, there’s also a mixer. There’ll definitely be lots of cute guys there. Dress up nicely and try to find yourself a new boyfriend tonight. Stop obsessing over that jerk!” I was stunned, then burst into laughter. “Lena, you’re actually helping me find a boyfriend. You really are my good sister.” Truth was, these three months, I’d never gotten over Luke. Turns out Lena was no longer that slow, clueless girl. She’d seen all my disappointment. That evening, Lena and I dressed up carefully and appeared at the little bar. Sure enough, my favorite band was on stage. I screamed excitedly, surrounded by fans just like me, many holding light-up support signs. I was so lucky to see them perform. This band had been around for ages, and their performances were becoming increasingly rare. I thought I’d hardly have another chance to see them live. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find an unfamiliar cute guy. He wore a black beanie, trendy baseball jacket and jeans—looked like a college student. Right now he was beaming with excitement, eyes sparkling as he looked at me. “Hey there, miss. You like Chasing Fire too?” Before I could react, Lena beside me gave me a gentle elbow nudge, then quickly answered. “Yes! Zoe loves this band! You’re a fan too, right? You guys must have tons in common!” Getting that confirmation, the guy’s eyes lit up even more as he continued. “Awesome! Are you here traveling? I’m Ben Dean. I’m a junior here. If there’s anything you want to check out, I can show you around!” So my love had arrived—I had no reason to refuse him. We exchanged contact info and listened to the entire concert together. He enthusiastically bought drinks for Lena and me. His eager attention made Lena secretly giggle several times. “Zoe, I just remembered my cat at home isn’t asleep yet. I’ll go check on it. You guys have fun!” Lena smiled as she made up a lame excuse and prepared to leave. But the moment she opened the door, her smile froze on her face. At the doorway, an intimidating male voice came through. “Aren’t you allergic to cat hair? Did you get that cured?”

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At a medical research conference in my past life, my junior colleague Rachel Harris presented a heart disease miracle drug that was identical to mine. My boyfriend Nicholas Prescott stood up to testify for Rachel, claiming I was lying and that the miracle drug was Rachel’s years of research. I was blacklisted by the medical community, and my parents Richard and Nancy Williams, ashamed of me, cut ties completely. In the end, I died miserably on the streets, while Nicholas and Rachel rose to fame using my miracle drug. When I opened my eyes again, I chose to abandon years of hard work and just give up. But Rachel started to panic. “Jocelyn, you’ve been working so hard on your experiments. I specially bought your favorite food for you. By the way, I heard your miracle drug research is almost successful—congratulations!” Hearing the exact same words as in my past life, I was stunned at first, then my heart began racing violently. I had been reborn, back to the eve of the research conference. In my past life, I was devoted to researching a miracle drug for treating congenital heart disease. I spent years conducting research and finally succeeded. But at the medical community’s research conference, Rachel beat me to the presentation, showing off a miracle drug identical to mine. The drug’s effects were remarkable, and as soon as it was demonstrated, it caught the attention of all the medical experts. Watching Rachel present my research as her own achievement, I was both shocked and frantic, so I immediately rushed up to confront her. I demanded: “Why is the product you’re showing identical to mine!” But who would have thought that Nicholas, my boyfriend of three years, would stand right up and speak for Rachel. “Jocelyn, are you still going to deceive yourself at this point!” He looked at me with complete disappointment. “Everyone, I’m Jocelyn Williams’ boyfriend, and I can testify that this miracle drug isn’t her research achievement. As far as I know, the entry she brought today was stolen from this Ms. Rachel!” Nicholas’s testimony immediately caused an uproar. I tried to present my lab data as evidence. But I discovered that five or six years’ worth of files on my computer had been wiped clean, without a trace left behind. So, with Nicholas and Rachel working together, I became a vain thief, expelled and blacklisted from the medical community. Busybodies posted what happened at the scene online, subjecting me to a year of cyberbullying. Richard and Nancy, ashamed of me, decisively cut ties and kicked me out of the house. In the end, because I was mentally distraught, I was stabbed to death by a passing mental patient. Meanwhile, Nicholas and Rachel stepped on my corpse to become celebrities. I snapped back to reality, silently closed the lunch box, and directly asked Nicholas to leave. Right now, I simply couldn’t sit peacefully with the people who had killed me. Nicholas was clearly stunned, his expression turning unpleasant. In our three years together, I had never treated him so coldly. Not knowing what had gotten into me, his previously gentle attitude instantly turned cold, and he left with the lunch box. After he left, I calmed myself down and returned to the lab. Then I went straight to pack up and take away all the data and materials related to the miracle drug. According to my past life’s timeline, I would complete the miracle drug next week. But now, I had no intention of continuing. I was going to wait and see how Rachel and Nicholas would achieve fame and success without me.

When I got home, I saw Richard lounging on the couch with his legs crossed, watching TV while playing with his pet bird. Nancy was bustling around in the kitchen. Hearing me come home, she poked her head out. “Jocelyn, home from work? The electricity and water bills are due again. Remember to transfer this month’s living expenses to me.” I calmly hummed in acknowledgment, changed my shoes after entering, and went straight to my room to pack my things for moving out. As I passed the couch, Richard’s face darkened when he saw me ignoring him. But considering that I covered all the household expenses, he could only mutter under his breath, calling me a “money-losing burden.” During dinner, Richard nudged Nancy with his elbow. Nancy immediately looked at me and said gently: “Jocelyn, how’s work been lately? Your father and I are getting older, and after raising you all these years, we should be able to enjoy ourselves. Your father thinks you should give us a hundred thousand dollars each so we can travel.” After she finished speaking, the dining table fell silent. After I finished eating, I slowly put down my fork and decisively shook my head under their expectant gazes. “I’m moving out. I’ll give you two thousand dollars a month for living expenses from now on. Don’t bother me unless it’s important.” With that, I went back to my room, grabbed my luggage, and left right in front of them. In my previous life, I was dutiful to them, giving them five thousand dollars a month for living expenses. But after being cyberbullied, they found me embarrassing and transferred all the money from my account while I was sick. They even heartlessly kicked me out of the house. So in this lifetime, I won’t foolishly sacrifice myself for the illusion of family affection. I quickly rented an apartment, about 900 square feet. The place had a small balcony, and the one-bedroom, one-living-room space was more than enough for me. I had saved up quite a bit over the years. Now that I didn’t have to spend all my time in the lab, I could finally start enjoying life. But my happy days only lasted a couple of days before annoying people came knocking. “Jocelyn, why did you block me?” Nicholas said pitifully. “And I heard from people in the lab that you haven’t been there in a while. The medical research conference is coming up soon. Are you really going to give up after preparing for so long?” “Yeah, Jocelyn, you’ve devoted five years of your youth to that miracle drug. How can you just give up when you’re so close to the finish line?” Rachel chimed in too. I looked coldly at the two of them playing off each other. “Whether I participate or not is none of your business. Why are you both so anxious? Don’t tell me you want my research.” Both their faces changed instantly. Finding this boring, I turned to leave. But Nicholas quickly rushed in front of me to block my path. He frowned with displeasure, suppressing his anger as he said: “Jocelyn, what’s gotten into you? That miracle drug is years of your hard work. How can you just give up like that? If you’re having problems, you can talk to me!” Rachel panicked too, affectionately grabbing my hand: “Jocelyn, you’ve misunderstood Nicholas and me. We just think it’s such a shame—you put so much effort and money into that miracle drug.” The money and effort were all mine. What did it have to do with them? Too lazy to keep arguing with them, I casually brushed them off, saying I’d be back at the lab soon, and finally managed to get away.

After returning to my rented place, I dug out the photo album I’d brought from home. Throughout my life, I had pitifully few photos of myself. Richard and Nancy didn’t like me, thinking I was just a girl who couldn’t carry on the family line. If Richard hadn’t lost his ability to have children in that accident, they would have given me away long ago. After getting together with Nicholas, he was gentle and considerate, giving me the tolerance and love I’d never received before. He didn’t like taking photos together, so I secretly snapped pictures of him with my phone. Then I’d deliberately print them out and keep them in my album to preserve these beautiful memories. But now, looking at these photos, I only felt heartache. I tore up each photo and burned them, watching my former sincerity and love turn to ash with the smoke. After cleaning everything up, I opened the windows to air out the room. Then I lay on the couch and skillfully logged into Rachel’s Twitter using my alternate account. Starting three years ago, she’d been posting about heart disease medication research on social media. From material selection and experiments to various data, she shared everything like it was part of her daily life. In my previous life, after I filed my appeal, Rachel pitifully made her Twitter public. She claimed she’d been researching since three years ago and hadn’t stolen my results at all. In contrast, I had no online records, couldn’t even produce lab surveillance footage. Even my assistant had been bought off by Rachel to give false testimony. I was left speechless, caught in a massive public opinion storm. So after my rebirth, I immediately registered an alternate Twitter account and tracked down her social media. Her posts had shifted from beauty and fashion to medical research three years ago. But recently, her medication research progress had stalled right around when I left. Looking at the familiar lab and data in her posts, my brow couldn’t help but twitch. I had to wonder if I’d fallen into an elaborate scam. Because my meeting with Nicholas was arranged by Rachel. She said Nicholas was her childhood friend who couldn’t stop thinking about me after seeing me once at school. That’s why Nicholas asked her to introduce us. Nicholas was indeed very good to me back then, one hundred percent considerate. My friends, seeing how well he treated me, had almost no complaints about him. But as our relationship went on, he became increasingly dismissive of me. I originally thought our feelings had just faded, but it turned out he simply didn’t want to keep up the act anymore. Thinking about this, I rubbed my throbbing temples. I was such a fool, being deceived for over three years without realizing it. But remembering my tragic death in my previous life, my desire for revenge spread uncontrollably. The next day, I returned to the lab. Nicholas and Rachel were obviously happy, and their attitudes toward me improved considerably. While I was doing experiments, they kept bringing me coffee and desserts. But when they discovered I’d been slacking off for several days straight, they immediately panicked. Especially Rachel. “Jocelyn! You’re supposed to be doing experiments, how can you be playing on your phone here? And the data on your computer hasn’t been updated either. What have you been doing these past two days?” she demanded with a frown. I waved my hand dismissively: “Experiments take time. Can’t I rest while waiting for results? And how do you know my computer data hasn’t been updated? Are you monitoring me?” Rachel hadn’t expected me to respond like this. She frantically explained that I was overthinking it, that she was just concerned about me, that I was misunderstanding her. I could see her eyes reddening as she was about to cry pitifully. I quickly put on my headphones – out of sight, out of mind. When Nicholas came in, he saw me standing to the side playing on my phone while Rachel was crying. He almost immediately rushed to Rachel’s side, opening his mouth to scold me. But after seeing my cold gaze, he held back, finally saying dryly: “Rachel, what’s wrong?” Then he started comforting her. Rachel then pitifully told Nicholas that nothing had happened, that it was her fault for making me angry. She was just trying to encourage me to work seriously on my experiments. After saying this, she glanced at me pitifully, as if I were some unforgivable villain. I sighed. Watching them perform was truly exhausting, so I simply closed my laptop and left. Drawing on my experience from my previous life, I quickly produced the finished special-effect medication. After sending it to the testing center for analysis, it would be ready as my entry for the research conference. On the day of the conference, I saw Rachel dressed elegantly, her chin held high throughout, looking absolutely confident of victory. The research conference was a prestigious exchange competition held every five years in the medical field. If you could place in the conference, you’d not only receive substantial prize money but also network with medical industry leaders. After completing the special-effect medication, Nicholas never contacted me again. He resumed his cold treatment toward me as before. But today, he suddenly became enthusiastic, not only coming to pick me up for the conference but also offering to carry my bag. He was as warm and attentive as when we first started dating. After the research conference began, various competition entries were presented one by one. Some, like mine, were medications for treating specific diseases, while others were designed medical equipment. Overall, everything was pretty much the same as in my previous life. I was getting drowsy watching until Rachel took the stage, which perked me up a bit. Just like in my previous life, after Rachel began introducing her special-effect medication, everyone present became interested. She introduced each aspect systematically: the medication’s components, manufacturing process, and therapeutic effects. She certainly appeared very professional. After her presentation, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. She smiled smugly, then looked toward me and shook her head provocatively. I lowered my head and smiled, then stood up calmly and said in a voice everyone could hear: “I have something to say. Ms. Harris, how many years of hard work went into this special-effect medication? How did something I’ve been researching for five years suddenly become yours?” The surroundings immediately fell silent, followed by even more heated discussion. “What does this mean?” “I checked the competition information. This woman is called Jocelyn Williams, and her project is also about cardiac special-effect medication.” “I’ve heard of Jocelyn Williams! She’s Professor Arthur Hastings’ student.” Faced with my questioning, the gracious smile on Rachel’s face slowly faded. The next second, her eyes filled with tears as she said weakly: “Jocelyn, I know you’re jealous that I was able to develop the special-effect medication, but this is my life’s work.” “I can give you the person I love, I can give you my laboratory, but today I really can’t be weak anymore.” With that, Rachel bowed deeply to me. “Jocelyn, my Twitter has evidence that I’ve been researching this since three years ago. You can’t just be jealous because I’ve achieved something.” The research conference was being livestreamed, and many netizens had witnessed the scene. Rachel had attracted quite a following with her persona as a high-IQ beauty on Twitter, so people immediately began attacking me online. “Who is this woman? We’ve witnessed Rachel’s entire journey.” “I know, right? She’s so shameless, claiming the results are hers just like that?” “Damn, this b*tch is even bullying Rachel. No wonder Rachel always says she’s unhappy at school!” The next second, I felt the man beside me move. He shot up angrily, pointing his finger at me just like in my previous life. “Jocelyn, how can you lie like this? The special-effect medication is clearly Rachel’s life’s work. Haven’t you bullied her enough? Everyone, I’m Jocelyn’s boyfriend, and I can testify that she never researched any special-effect medication. I really can’t continue being her accomplice.” I stood there accepting the same accusations and cold stares as in my previous life. But I felt no panic or anxiety. I pulled out the test report I’d prepared beforehand and asked the conference organizer to compare my and Rachel’s competition materials. Then I watched this scene with interest, anticipating the moment Rachel would be exposed. The organizer’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rachel and me, finally looking toward the other attendees. He finally said gravely: “Ms. Williams, the test reports for you and Ms. Harris show that your medications have identical components, and Ms. Harris’s test report is even earlier than yours.” This statement caused an immediate uproar in the crowd. And I stared wide-eyed, my brow furrowing. The special-effect medication I’d left in the laboratory was clearly defective, and I’d even switched some of the components. But why was what she presented today identical to my finished product? At this moment, Rachel suddenly bit her lip, walked down from the stage, and grabbed my hand. “Jocelyn, as long as you apologize to me, I can let everything from before slide.” She leaned close to me and said in a voice only we could hear: “So what if you switched the components? Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Seeing my face gradually pale, Rachel lowered her head and smiled maliciously. “Jocelyn, no matter how hard you try, it’s useless. I’m the winner.”

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For five years, I quietly supported my boyfriend Grayson Wilder, helping him grow from a paralegal to a partner at a top-tier law firm. At the firm’s annual Christmas awards ceremony, I was filled with joy, ready to celebrate publicly and surprise him. Instead, I watched him walk onto the stage alongside his female colleague Ashley Gomez, their body language intimate and familiar. “Grayson’s success today is all thanks to my strategic guidance behind the scenes,” Ashley boasted proudly. Grayson smiled and agreed, “Absolutely. Without Ashley, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” The audience erupted in thunderous applause as everyone congratulated the pair. Standing at the back of the crowd, my heart plummeted into an icy abyss. After leaving the venue, I called my assistant Janet Brooks: “Withdraw all networking support for Grayson and terminate all cooperation. That questionable case he took on—stop helping him navigate it. Let him face the consequences himself.” ***** “Miss Westbrook, are you certain? Once we terminate support, the consequences will be irreversible.” Janet hesitated before speaking. “You know the opposing party has significant power. If he can’t handle this, Grayson won’t just face financial ruin—he’ll go to prison. His life will be destroyed!” Walking out of the venue, I gazed at the wall of honor ahead, where Grayson’s radiant smile beamed from the top. Five years together, yet he’d always been evasive about marrying me. “I’m at a crucial point in my career right now. Once I’m established, I’ll definitely marry you!” I’d heard those words countless times. And I’d trusted him unconditionally, time after time, paving the way for his career and giving everything to make him a partner at this prestigious firm. What I got in return was his public betrayal. “Defend him again, and you’re fired too.” After hanging up, someone grabbed my hand and spun me around. “What’s your problem?” Grayson caught up, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed. “With so many people watching, you walked out before I finished speaking. What will people think of me?” “Would you rather I stayed to watch you two being all lovey-dovey?” I yanked my hand free and looked at him with disdain. Grayson put his hands on his hips, clearly irritated: “Come on, can’t you pick a better time to be jealous? She helped me tremendously—what’s wrong with us going on stage together? If she hadn’t given me her full support, I’d probably still be a paralegal like you!” How amusing. I’d kept the truth from him initially to protect his pride, having Janet arrange everything through Ashley. Now it had all become her achievement, while I was painted as dead weight. “Since that’s how you see it, I have nothing more to say.” I drove off without looking back. When I got home, Ashley called me. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Grayson’s colleagues laughing in the background. “If you ask me, you should dump Caroline and get with Ashley. She’s way better than that useless girlfriend of yours!” “Exactly! Caroline’s lazy and worthless, always off doing God knows what. Watch out—she might bring home someone else’s kid someday!” Grayson burst out laughing. “If she weren’t so obedient and good for warming my bed, I would’ve kicked her to the curb ages ago!” Behind my back, he was actually badmouthing me like this. Ashley sent me a message: “See? What’s the point of clinging to him all the time? You’re just annoying everyone. If I were you, I’d get lost right now!” My eyes welled up with tears as I blocked her immediately. As for Grayson, I’d leave when the time was right.

The next morning, I discovered that Grayson hadn’t come home all night. During breakfast, I noticed his flushed cheeks and the smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he was savoring some pleasant memory. When he looked at me, his eyes still held traces of lingering affection. “Why are you up so early? Drinking milk on an empty stomach isn’t good for your digestive system.” My hand froze while stirring the milk, and I remained silent. In that moment, I realized it had been many Christmases since I’d last heard him express concern for me. He was clearly in a good mood as he sat down beside me and handed me a book. “Alright, I won’t hold yesterday’s incident against you. This is a book I found for you—isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?” This collection of legal case files was indeed the book I’d been desperately trying to find. Not only because it was out of print, but because it was the last book compiled by my mother, Samantha Westbrook. Four Christmases ago, before she passed away, her final wish was to see this book one more time, but she never got the chance. Fighting back the ache in my heart, I opened it. On the first page was written: “Unconditionally gifted to Ashley by Grayson, wishing you continued success.” The signature below was dated four Christmases ago. With tears welling in my eyes, I looked at him and pointed to that line. “What does this mean?” Grayson didn’t notice my distress; the smile remained on his lips. “Oh, that’s what it says. I had given this book to Ashley before, but she didn’t want it anymore, so I brought it over for you. How about it? Are you happy?” But when he looked up and met my gaze, he suddenly froze. “You knew I’d been searching for this book for five Christmases, that it meant everything to me—why couldn’t you give me the original first?” Grayson’s expression stiffened, his tone growing colder. “No matter how important it is, it’s just a collectible to you, isn’t it? All you do is organize case files for me, serve coffee, and fetch water. What’s the point of reading more?” He continued, “But Ashley is different. She’s a top lawyer who needs to read these materials to improve her professional skills. Can’t you be more understanding and give things to people who truly need them?” Thinking of the tears in Samantha’s eyes before she died, I trembled with rage. “But my mother wanted to see it just once before she passed away. I would have returned the book to you after she read it. You knew where it was but refused to bring it out to fulfill her dying wish. Are you even human?” Grayson’s patience ran out completely. He clicked his tongue and his face darkened. “God, aren’t you annoying? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of this book right now. I went out of my way to get it back from Ashley for you, and this is your attitude? “Besides, what does your mother’s death have to do with me? She wasn’t my mother! “Looking at you now, I know I was right not to give it to you first. Who knows if you would have just hoarded it and refused to let Ashley…” Slap! I raised my hand and struck him across the face, cutting off his rambling. Grayson stood there stunned. “You actually hit me? “Do you know how many people out there call you lazy and worthless, telling me to find a new girlfriend? I never did, and you know why? Because you were at least obedient! “Now you’re laying hands on me—are you trying to break up with me?”

I took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. So even Grayson saw me this way. I lifted my head and glared at him fiercely. “You’ve been thinking this all along, haven’t you? Otherwise, why would you take Ashley on stage to give that acceptance speech!” Grayson slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, roaring at me. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? I already told you we’re just colleagues. She’s helped me so much—what’s wrong with her coming on stage with me?” “Do you think everyone’s like you, stuck with that measly few thousand dollar salary, with zero ambition? “Besides doing some housework at home, what else are you good for!” BANG! I dumped the soup from the table right over his head. The warm broth dripped from his hair onto the floor, creating a complete mess. He was so angry he actually laughed, slowly removing the plate from his head. “Fine, you just stay home by yourself. I never should have come back!” With that, he grabbed his coat and stormed out without looking back. The living room fell silent again. I stared at the book on the table, slowly opened it, and tore away their handwriting from the first page, bit by bit. I crumpled the torn pieces into a ball and hurled them into the trash, then turned and headed upstairs to pack my things. Grayson and I had shared a bed for five years, and every corner of this room held memories of us. I was only halfway through packing when I saw Grayson return, dragging two suitcases through the door. Following the suitcases upward, I saw Ashley, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Caroline. I really have nowhere else to go…” She looked nothing like the arrogant person who had sent me those messages. I slowly stood up and asked quietly. “You’re moving in now?” Grayson stepped protectively in front of Ashley. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. I’m only letting her stay here because she can’t afford rent. She’s afraid of the dark and can’t sleep alone, so she’ll have to share my bed.” I let out a cold laugh. “So you two are going to sleep in the same bed?” Wasn’t I still living in this house? Ashley’s eyes widened. “Caroline, I really don’t have any feelings for Grayson!” Right in front of me, Grayson took her hand to comfort her, looking at me like I was a stranger. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t go crazy like you did earlier.” I was leaving anyway. I had no energy to fight with them, so I nodded and continued packing to leave. “Wait.” Grayson grabbed my wrist, looking at the box of belongings. “Leave that night light behind.” Grayson knew I couldn’t sleep without light at night, and that little night light was something I’d made myself. Grayson blocked my path. “How much money do you want for it? Ashley can’t sleep without a light at night.” I looked at his hand gripping mine and gently pulled free. Thinking I was unwilling, Grayson said several harsh things to me until I took out the night light. Since they loved my junk so much, whatever. Grayson paused for a moment, then shoved the light into Ashley’s hands. “If you’d been this reasonable this morning, we wouldn’t have had to fight.” He wrapped his arm around Ashley’s waist and walked into the master bedroom without looking back. And I took my luggage and returned to my old home. Early the next morning, I went to the law firm to pack up my things and resign. When I placed my resignation letter on the desk of the firm’s other partner, Grayson happened to see it. He snatched the resignation letter away. “Running away from home yesterday, and now resigning today—Caroline, how long are you going to keep this up?” As he spoke, he tore the resignation letter to shreds right in front of me. “Get back here and help me organize these case files!” I ignored him and pulled another resignation letter from my bag, handing it over. Ashley came screaming in from outside. “Grayson, the client information for your case has been leaked! Now everyone knows the client broke the law, and that you helped with fraudulent litigation. What are we going to do!” Grayson froze for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed my wrist, shouting at me. “No wonder you want to resign—you leaked the client information! Do you have any idea how important this client is to me!” So it was an illegal case after all. I had simply withdrawn my assistance, but I didn’t expect them to find out so quickly. “I never did such a thing.” Grayson gripped even tighter. “Still saying it wasn’t you! Besides the three of us, who else knew about this client information!” I couldn’t help but struggle. “The opposing party in this case isn’t ordinary people to begin with. Finding this out would be a matter of minutes for them! I don’t even have the opposing lawyer’s contact information!” Grayson let out a cold laugh. “I never thought the person who would hurt me the most would be the one sharing my bed.” I was so angry I laughed. How could he even say such words? As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped me. “Just because I brought Ashley home, you had to be this vicious to me! I’m telling you to figure out how to completely delete that information from their computers right now!” I covered my face, and the last trace of affection in my heart was extinguished by that slap. Seeing that I remained silent, Grayson became even more agitated. He struck me several more times. “You didn’t really think I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, did you!” His blows left a metallic taste in my mouth. When I wiped it with my hand, it was blood. Grayson was truly ruthless! Ashley cried out in alarm and quickly intervened just as Grayson was about to kick me. “Stop hitting her! Maybe we should contact Ms. Westbrook—she might know what to do!” Grayson frowned and nodded. “You’re right. Quick, call her now before it’s too late for the trial!” He then glared at me again. “Look how much Ashley cares about you, while all you do is get jealous over nothing! Once I contact Ms. Westbrook, we’ll see how you get punished!” I shook off his hand and quietly walked to the side to watch. They made several phone calls before finally getting through. I heard Janet answer, and Grayson spoke urgently. “Didn’t you say you would protect this client’s information? Now the opposing lawyer has already received our client’s data…” The more he spoke, the more humble he became, with obvious flattery in his tone. The voice on the other end was cold. “Oh, you haven’t received the notice yet? Our boss has already withdrawn all assistance to you. As for this illegal case, it’s no longer our concern.” In an instant, Grayson’s face turned deathly pale. After taking a deep breath, he asked cautiously. “Is there any way to contact your boss?” Janet quickly gave out a phone number, and Grayson dialed it with trembling hands. Suddenly, my bag started ringing. I pulled out my phone and slowly pressed the answer button. “Hello, what can I do for you?” Watching them stand there in shock, I couldn’t help but mock them. “Weren’t you just saying you’d have your boss punish me? Come on, tell me—how exactly should I punish myself?”

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At 3 AM, Dustin Haynes was suffering from a gastric hemorrhage, and his condition was critical. Rosaline Fletcher was called to the hospital and immediately donated 1000cc of blood without hesitation. But when they reached the operating room, Dustin’s friends convinced Rosaline to go home and rest, claiming that Dustin needed quiet. As soon as Rosaline reached the first floor, she saw a nurse dumping all five bags of plasma drawn from her body straight into the trash! Immediately after, bursts of laughter erupted from a nearby room. “Hahaha, that idiot Rosaline actually gave 1000cc of blood! I can’t believe she actually went through with it!” “Incredible! Just seeing how pale she looked, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter!” Rosaline froze. Shocked, she peered through the slightly open door and saw Dustin, who was supposed to be in the operating room. Dustin was wearing a hospital gown, his perfect profile carrying a hint of cynical amusement as he casually played on his phone with a smirk, showing no signs of someone dying from gastric bleeding. “Stop laughing and push the tower.” Rosaline stared at the scene in disbelief, thinking her grief had caused her to hallucinate. Soon, with the sound of a game victory, Dustin tossed his phone aside. “What’s wrong, Dustin? Done playing?” Dustin turned his head toward the window and said casually, “I’m bored. Help me count—how many times has this been?” The group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke up: “The first time, we told her you’d lost the ring you gave her in the pool. Rosaline spent the entire night searching in the freezing autumn water and came back with a high fever. The next day, she still didn’t give up and went back in the water while sick, nearly developing pneumonia!” “The second time, we told her Dustin’s birthday party was a pool party, so she showed up to the formal dinner as the only one wearing a bikini!” The group grew more excited as they continued, with someone clapping enthusiastically: “The third time, we deliberately planted that Pierce family heiress’s hundred-thousand-dollar necklace in her bag. She voluntarily called the police, righteously defended herself, and even swore an oath to make Dustin believe her innocence—it was hilarious!” “Including this time when we told her Dustin had gastric bleeding, that makes 96 times. Just a few more pranks and we’ll hit our goal!” As they talked, someone looked at Dustin with concern and sighed: “I just feel bad for Dustin. You’ve suffered through so many holidays just to get revenge on her. If you ask me, there are plenty of ways to get back at a woman—why make it so complicated?” “You don’t get it! It’s all because Rosaline is so self-righteous. If she hadn’t used every dirty trick in the book to steal Simone’s first chair violin position that Christmas, causing Simone’s depression and near suicide, why would Dustin go to such lengths to mess with her?” “Haha, Rosaline probably has no idea that Simone is Dustin’s favorite girl. If she hadn’t stolen Simone’s first chair position, Dustin wouldn’t have had to date her just for revenge! But Dustin’s already decided to dump her after the 99th prank. That’s when our fun will come to an end!” “What, you’re going to miss it? Maybe you should go after Rosaline once Dustin dumps her?” “Am I crazy…” Listening to these people mock her so carelessly in the room, Rosaline’s ears buzzed as if thunder had struck directly above her head. She never imagined it was all revenge. Their words were like sharp blades, each one stabbing into her heart until it was riddled with holes. Three years. She and Dustin had been together for three whole years. Dustin knew perfectly well how much she loved him. But if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she never would have believed that Dustin had only been with her to get revenge for Simone. Looking at Dustin in the hospital room, she suddenly felt like he was a complete stranger. Dustin came from the Haynes family, which held significant influence throughout all of New York. Built on ancestral wealth, the Haynes family’s business empire spanned the globe. Dustin’s background was one in a million, and his looks and talent were absolutely top-tier. Such an exceptional man was the dream of every socialite in New York, and Rosaline had fallen for him at first sight. Rosaline still remembered how stunning Dustin had looked when she first laid eyes on him. He was as noble as the moon in the sky, as cold as snow on a mountaintop, like some divine being. Back then, knowing she didn’t stand a chance, Rosaline had still shamelessly pursued Dustin for ages. Everyone called Rosaline delusional—after all, their family backgrounds were worlds apart. But no one expected that Dustin would actually agree. The day Dustin agreed to date her, Rosaline was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night. But now Rosaline realized that he had loved Simone all along. He had even been willing to lower himself to be with her for Simone’s sake, coming up with a plan to get revenge on her ninety-nine times! For a moment, Rosaline felt her heart being torn apart. Rosaline let out a bitter laugh. She thought she was absolutely ridiculous. She had believed they truly loved each other, but from beginning to end, she had just been a clown in everyone else’s eyes. Seeming to sense the gaze from outside the door, Dustin instinctively turned his head to look. The moment he turned, Rosaline immediately stepped aside, tears flooding her eyes. “Dustin, what are you looking at?” “Is someone outside? Go check.” Hearing footsteps moving around inside, Rosaline instinctively turned and fled in panic. Rosaline didn’t know why she was running—she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wandered aimlessly past the operating room, past the blood draw station, until she finally stopped when she slowly walked up to a trash can. Rosaline looked at the blood bags lying quietly in the trash and immediately burst into tears. Her tears fell like broken pearls onto the blood bags. She thought to herself, “So in his eyes, my sincere heart is nothing but garbage.” Rosaline laughed sarcastically and walked straight past the trash can toward the hospital exit. Just then, her phone rang. It was her brother Vincent Fletcher calling. “We’re moving the whole family next month. Rosaline, you need to decide whether you’re coming with us or not. If you keep hesitating, no one will be able to help you.” Though the Fletcher family wasn’t as prestigious as the Haynes family, they were still part of high society. Back then, to help Rosaline pursue her dream of joining Germany’s premier orchestra, her father Remington Fletcher had pulled every string he could, finally securing a transfer to Germany and moving the entire family for her dream. But later, Rosaline had resolutely decided to give up the opportunity and stay in the country for Dustin. Looking back now, Rosaline felt she had been incredibly stupid. Rosaline took a deep breath and said firmly, “Vincent, tell Mom and Dad that I’m coming with you.”

Vincent’s face lit up with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly realized something was off. “What about your boyfriend? That young master from the Haynes family?” Rosaline sniffled, her voice terribly hoarse. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong. “Rosaline, did something happen? You loved him so much, loved him to the point of madness, even willing to give up your position as principal in an internationally renowned orchestra, and now you’re telling me he doesn’t matter anymore?” Hearing this, Rosaline let out a cold laugh. Everyone knew she treasured Dustin like her own life! But however much she had loved Dustin before, that’s how clear-headed she was now. Thinking of the conversation in the hospital room just moments ago, thinking of her blood bag being thrown into the trash, Rosaline’s warm heart instantly turned ice cold. “I don’t love him anymore.” After hanging up, Rosaline hailed a cab and returned to the apartment she shared with Dustin. She looked around, and everywhere her eyes fell held memories of her and Dustin. Three years—they had lived together for three whole years, and every corner of this apartment recorded traces of their love. This apartment was Dustin’s gift to her on her birthday last year. This luxury apartment sat by the river, a sprawling penthouse with river views and breathtakingly expansive vistas—the kind of place ordinary people could never afford in a lifetime. But just because she had casually mentioned “wanting to see what Dustin looked like when he woke up,” he had tossed her the keys. This apartment held all the beautiful moments from their years together. They cooked in the kitchen, kissed at the dining table, made love on the sofa. Those scenes that had once been so romantic and tender now felt equally ironic and desolate. These past few days, Rosaline hadn’t visited Dustin at all, hadn’t even sent a single message. She locked herself at home and began clearing away all traces of their love. The refrigerator held notes about Dustin’s favorite foods, the nightstand drawer contained stomach medicine she’d prepared for him. She found their anniversary scrapbook in the closet, filled with records of their road trips along the West Coast, gambling in Las Vegas, kissing beneath the Disney castle… As memories came flooding back, Rosaline felt her nose sting and tears silently fell. Quickly, she snapped the scrapbook shut and threw it straight into the trash. After that, she discarded the love letters she’d written to Dustin and the diary recording his daily preferences. Each item she threw away felt like peeling away her past memories and years of love for him. By the third day, she had personally erased all traces of herself from the apartment. Looking at the now somewhat empty space, Rosaline felt relieved. Just as she grabbed her documents and prepared to leave, someone unlocked the apartment door. Dustin noticed that even their photos together were gone from the entryway cabinet, and his brow furrowed slightly. “Are you spring cleaning?” “Yeah, I cleared out some trash.” Dustin only noticed the apartment felt a bit colder, but didn’t think much of it. He looked at Rosaline with some displeasure. “I’ve been sick for so long, and you didn’t even come to visit once?” Rosaline had no mood left to play along. She just wanted to leave quickly. “Looks like you weren’t that seriously ill. You recovered from gastric bleeding pretty fast.” Whether from guilt or sensing something off about Rosaline’s mood, Dustin didn’t say much more. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her from behind as usual. “I heard you lost a lot of blood that day. Which arm did they draw from? Does it hurt?” But the moment Dustin touched Rosaline’s arm, she instinctively pulled away. “Not as much as your surgery hurt.” Dustin froze. He felt something was off about Rosaline today. Usually when they had spats, as long as he coaxed her a little and gave her a kiss, they’d make up immediately. But the current Rosaline felt somehow foreign to him. He felt like Rosaline was different from before. Dustin felt an inexplicable panic rising in his chest, but couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong. “I’m the one who’s sick, and not only do you not comfort me, but you’re being so cold? You won’t even ask if I’m in pain?” “So are you in pain?” Dustin was momentarily stunned by Rosaline’s sudden question. He wondered, “Could Rosaline have figured something out?” But quickly, he sneered inwardly, thinking he was overthinking it: “Impossible. She loves me so much. If she really suspected something, she definitely wouldn’t be this calm.” “Of course it hurts. The doctors haven’t let me eat anything for days, and I’m just starting to feel a little better…” A cold smile flashed in Rosaline’s eyes. She tried to walk past him, but Dustin grabbed her wrist. “Alright, you’ve always wanted to go to that private club, right? My friends are throwing me a welcome-back party there. Let’s go together.”

  Rosaline didn’t want to go. Although Dustin went there often and she was curious about it, the thought of being surrounded by all of Dustin’s friends immediately killed her interest. But Dustin was always domineering in his actions. Without waiting for Rosaline to refuse, he dragged her downstairs and into the car. At the club entrance, Dustin opened the car door for Rosaline as usual. Rosaline rolled her eyes and reluctantly got out. As soon as they entered the club, Rosaline’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure in the crowd. Simone Gordon was here too. The last time Rosaline had seen Simone was at the competition for the reserve position of principal violinist with a German orchestra. Simone stood among the crowd, wearing a fitted dress, still as gentle and elegant as she had been that Christmas. Rosaline had long known that Simone and Dustin’s families were old friends, but since being with Dustin, she hadn’t seen Simone again. Although she knew they’d been close since childhood, Rosaline had never thought much of it. She certainly never imagined that the person Dustin had always loved was Simone. Dustin led Rosaline toward the crowd. Simone, who had been chatting and laughing with others, seemed to sense something and looked up in their direction. Seeing them walking over arm in arm, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Simone’s mouth. Seeing that mocking smile, Rosaline understood everything in an instant. She realized that Simone had known about Dustin’s revenge plan all along, and she herself had been nothing more than a pawn in their game from the very beginning! In that moment, an overwhelming sense of suffocation suddenly pressed down on Rosaline, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. When Dustin saw Simone, his hand immediately slipped from Rosaline’s shoulder. He casually made up an excuse: “I didn’t lock my car properly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.” With that, he patted Rosaline’s shoulder and left the venue. Seeing Dustin leave, Simone revealed a meaningful smile, walked past Rosaline, and followed Dustin outside. Watching their retreating figures, Rosaline suddenly felt the impulse to chase after them and confront Dustin. But before she could take a step, someone blocked her path. Several of Dustin’s friends surrounded her. “Rosaline, how’s your recovery going? Dustin was able to bounce back so quickly thanks to you.” “Absolutely! Let me toast you! You gave 1000cc of blood that day!” They spoke while crowding around Rosaline. She kept backing away until suddenly her foot found nothing but air. Before she could cry out, her vision spun wildly. She tumbled down the stairs, finally landing in a heap on the first floor. Intense pain hit her immediately, and Rosaline could no longer think clearly. Through her fading consciousness, she dimly saw Dustin and Simone kissing outside the door in the distance. Then everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely. When she woke up again, Dustin immediately handed her medicine and water. “You’re finally awake. The doctor said you missed a step and hit your head, but it’s nothing serious. Take your medicine and get some rest.” Hearing Dustin’s words, Rosaline froze. She tried to recall what happened, but her head throbbed as if it might explode. Instinctively, she swallowed the pills, drank the water, and fell back asleep in her dizziness. She had many bizarre dreams filled with chaotic sounds and fragments of memories. Rosaline felt like she was running through darkness when she suddenly saw a beam of light. Just as she was about to break free from the darkness, she discovered that at the end of the light was a couple kissing. Rosaline’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but now she was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Dustin had already left. Just then, her phone buzzed with a group message. 【97th revenge mission, perfectly executed!】 【So hilarious, she actually rolled down the stairs! Wonder if she saw Dustin and Simone making out?】 Several people in the group were cheerfully joking around. Suddenly, someone frantically sent: 【Oh shit, wrong group! Rosaline’s in this chat too, quick, delete it!】 This group chat had been created last Christmas when Dustin and Rosaline first got together, so he could introduce her to his friends. After the messages were quickly deleted, the chat window became empty. Staring at the empty chat window, Rosaline’s fingertips trembled. Only now did she realize she hadn’t accidentally missed a step—they had deliberately cornered her at the staircase. She understood this was yet another calculated act of revenge. The thought that Dustin was kissing Simone while she was falling down the stairs made Rosaline’s heart ache unbearably. Soon, Dustin’s call came through. “Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I’ll pick something up.” Rosaline suppressed her trembling voice: “No need, I’m not hungry.” There was a pause on the other end, then Dustin casually asked, “Did you… happen to check the group messages just now?” Rosaline gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “No, I was sleeping the whole time. Why?” Dustin seemed relieved: “Nothing. Just rest well. I’ll come back after I finish things at the office. Don’t worry, with me around, I won’t let you get hurt again.” Rosaline’s eyes filled with sarcasm. Dustin’s words sounded utterly hypocritical. After all, every injury she’d suffered so far had been caused by Dustin himself. After hanging up, Rosaline endured her physical discomfort and began packing, planning to go straight back to her own place. However, as soon as she stood by the roadside waiting for a ride, a black van silently pulled up in front of her. Before she could react, four or five burly men jumped out of the vehicle and forcibly dragged her into the van. “Let me go! Who are you! Mmph!” Rosaline struggled desperately, but a cloth soaked in anesthetic was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth. As her vision began to blur, everything went black, and she lost consciousness again. When she woke up again, Rosaline found herself tied to a large bed, with four or five thugs sitting beside it. Seeing her awake, one of them smiled and pulled out a gleaming knife, pointing it at her right hand. “I heard you play violin? It’d be such a shame to ruin these hands…” Rosaline looked at them in terror: “What are you doing? Let me go!” “Don’t be scared, just bear with it. It’ll be over soon… we’ll just sever a few tendons first, won’t interfere with our fun later!” The anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off, leaving Rosaline powerless to resist. Just as the cold blade was about to slice into Rosaline’s wrist, the door suddenly burst open with a violent kick. Dustin stormed in with his men. Seeing Rosaline on the bed and the bloody marks on her wrist, his expression instantly turned dangerously dark. “Take them all down.” “Yes, Mr. Haynes.” Soon, the group was dragged away. Only Dustin and Rosaline, curled up on the bed, remained in the room. Rosaline was still trembling, seemingly unable to recover from the terror she’d just experienced. Dustin reached out to pull her into his arms, but Rosaline instinctively screamed and shrank back. Dustin’s hand froze mid-air. Looking at Rosaline, his heart twisted with sharp pain. Soon after, Rosaline lost consciousness from extreme shock. When Rosaline woke up again, she found herself back at the apartment. From outside the bedroom came Dustin’s icy voice. “Talk. Whose idea was this?” Someone answered in a low voice: “Dustin, we did this for your own good. Don’t you want to be free sooner? This was the 99th time. After this ends, you and Rosaline can finally be done with each other…” A loud crash echoed as something heavy hit the ground. Dustin’s voice blazed with fury: “Did I tell you to destroy her?!” “Dustin, she’s just a tool for revenge! She stole Simone’s place to begin with—wouldn’t destroying her be perfect?” Dustin froze, his fist suspended in mid-air, then slammed it hard into the mirror. Glass shattered, blood streaming down. The room fell into dead silence. After a long while, someone asked uncertainly: “Dustin, you haven’t… fallen for her, have you?”

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My husband Rhys Rowe insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith Mack, serve as his assistant surgeon during a heart transplant operation. When I pointed out that Edith shouldn’t be wearing nail polish during surgery, Rhys actually left the operating room mid-procedure to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is upset. Can’t you stop being unreasonable? Let’s pause the surgery for a bit. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. We later learned that the patient was the city’s mayor. Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for this medical malpractice incident. They claimed, “If you hadn’t driven us out of the operating room, how would the mayor have died from blood loss? This is all your fault!” In the end, I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the mayor was having surgery at our hospital. “Maxine Guerra, Rhys is the attending physician. He said I could wear nail polish during surgery. What right does an assistant doctor like you have to boss me around?” Hearing the familiar voice beside me, I instinctively opened my eyes and saw Edith standing there with an arrogant expression. I looked around. The operating room was in the middle of a heart transplant surgery. To ensure a sterile environment, everyone was fully suited up. Everyone except Edith, who not only had her nails done but wasn’t even wearing a mask. At that moment, I was certain I had been reborn—reborn on the day of the mayor’s surgery. In my previous life, when Rhys was performing the heart transplant, he insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith, as his assistant surgeon. Edith grabbed the wrong surgical instruments, didn’t follow basic operating room protocols, and nearly let her nail polish fall into the patient’s body. I couldn’t help but criticize her for wearing nail polish during surgery. She thought I was deliberately targeting her and stormed out in anger. Rhys actually abandoned the patient and ran out of the operating room to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is heartbroken. Stop being unreasonable. Let’s pause the surgery for now. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. When we learned afterward that the patient was the mayor, Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for the medical malpractice. They said, “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the operating room and driven us out, how would the mayor have died from blood loss! This is all your doing!” I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering endless torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married and became the youngest chief and deputy chief in the hospital’s history. I had just snapped back from my memories when I saw Rhys frowning and scolding me, “Maxine, this is an operating table, not a place for you to throw tantrums. I approved her wearing nail polish. Apologize to Edith.” Looking at Edith’s smug expression, I suppressed my anger. “Why should I? The operating room clearly prohibits nail polish. I’m not wrong.” Edith’s face darkened. “Maxine, you’re deliberately targeting me, aren’t you? Fine, I’m leaving.” She threw the scalpel onto the operating table, and one of them nearly cut the patient’s aorta. Panicked and furious, I had just picked up the scalpel when I saw Rhys about to chase after Edith. I said sternly, “Rhys, the patient’s chest cavity is already open. We must complete the heart transplant immediately, or he’ll be in mortal danger. You’re a doctor—are you going to watch a patient die?” He looked toward where Edith had left, then at the patient on the operating table, and reluctantly picked up the scalpel again. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Rhys’s phone rang. It was Edith calling.

Rhys put the call on speaker, and Edith’s angry voice came through: “If you don’t come comfort me right now, I’m really going to be mad.” Rhys patiently tried to calm her down: “Edith, I’ll come see you as soon as I finish this surgery.” Edith snorted: “If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to get an abortion and make sure you never become a father.” Hearing the news of Edith’s pregnancy, I felt shocked and heartbroken. In my past life, I had always thought Rhys only got together with Edith after I went to prison. Turns out they’d been together all along, and even had a child on the way. Before I could recover from the shock of Edith’s pregnancy, I saw Rhys rushing toward the operating room exit. I quickly grabbed his arm: “Rhys, you can’t leave. The patient’s surgery can’t be delayed.” Rhys glared at me angrily: “Didn’t you hear Edith say she’s going to get an abortion? If I don’t go now, it’ll be too late.” I frowned: “What about the patient?” Rhys waved dismissively: “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Just a few minutes – it won’t delay anything.” I stared at Rhys in disbelief. Heart transplant surgery was already a race against time – every minute of delay put the patient in greater danger. In my past life, the patient had died precisely because too much time was wasted. With this thought, I gripped Rhys tightly, not letting him leave. Rhys was both anxious and furious: “Maxine, are you deliberately blocking me because you want Edith to get an abortion?” Just as I was about to explain, Rhys shoved me hard. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my back hitting the operating table heavily. I couldn’t help but groan. Rhys didn’t even look at me before turning and striding away. The other people in the operating room quickly helped me up. “Dr. Guerra, are you okay? Dr. Rowe went too far. It’s one thing to defend Edith all the time, but now he’s actually laying hands on you because of her.” “Exactly. I always thought there was something going on between them, but I never imagined they already had a child together.” I waved my hand: “Now’s not the time to discuss this. I need to go find Rhys and bring him back.” More important than Rhys’s betrayal was the patient’s surgery. This time, I absolutely couldn’t let the tragedy from my past life repeat itself. I had just chased him to the operating room entrance when the patient’s family surrounded me. “Doctor, how is the patient? Was the surgery successful?” I immediately recognized them as the mayor’s family. Just as I was about to answer, I saw Mayor Christmas’s mother pleading with me: “Doctor, please, you must save my son.” The mayor’s wife, seven months pregnant, was also crying: “Doctor, everyone says only your hospital can perform this surgery on my husband. Please, you must save him.” I solemnly assured them: “Don’t worry, I will definitely save him.” Unable to find Rhys, I could only return to the operating room. Everyone immediately gathered around, looking behind me: “Dr. Guerra, where’s Dr. Rowe?” I shook my head: “I couldn’t catch up to him.” The anesthesiologist said anxiously: “The patient is under general anesthesia right now with his chest cavity open. If we don’t operate soon, when the anesthesia wears off, the pain will kill him. Dr. Rowe is the only one in the entire city who can perform this surgery. Even if we called for outside help now, it would be too late.” I took a deep breath: “I’ll perform the surgery. Rhys and I were classmates – anything he can do, I can do too.” Everyone present rejected the idea without hesitation. “Dr. Guerra, you’re currently just an assistant physician. Hospital regulations don’t allow you to be the lead surgeon.” “Why don’t you call Dr. Rowe and ask him to come back as soon as possible?” Seeing their firm stance, I ultimately couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth that Rhys wouldn’t be coming back, and could only call him.

As soon as the call connected, I asked urgently, “Where are you? Come back quickly, we’re still waiting for you to perform the surgery.” Rhys replied angrily, “Edith is upset. Can you stop being unreasonable? The surgery is postponed until Edith feels better, then I’ll come back.” With that, he hung up. Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. The anesthesiologist couldn’t help but angrily rebuke, “For such an important surgery, the patient will be dead by the time he returns! Dr. Guerra, call him again. We must get him here immediately. If something happens to the patient, we’ll all be held responsible.” I had no choice but to call Rhys again: “The patient is dying. You need to get back here now.” Rhys said impatiently, “Heart transplant surgery is inherently high-risk. If he dies, it’s just bad luck.” I never expected Rhys to say something so irresponsible. I questioned him, “If something happens to the patient and the family comes to the hospital to cause trouble, can you handle the responsibility when the hospital investigates?” Rhys sneered, “He’s just a powerless patient. If they dare cause trouble, just say they’re only after money. Stop calling me. Edith wants strawberries, and I need to go buy them for her now.” Looking at the disconnected phone, everyone was furious. “He left in the middle of surgery to buy strawberries for Edith. He doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!” Just then, the anesthesiologist suddenly exclaimed, “The patient’s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate now, he’ll die!” I stepped forward: “I’ll do it.” Seeing their hesitation, I said firmly, “Besides me, no one else can perform this surgery right now. Are you going to just watch him die?” The anesthesiologist hesitated, “But this goes against protocol. Even if you save him, you’ll have to bear all the consequences of this surgery.” I said calmly, “Whatever the consequences afterward, I’ll take full responsibility. There’s no time now. I hope you’ll cooperate with me.” The other medical staff looked at each other and made up their minds. I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, first removed the patient’s heart from his chest cavity, then transplanted the prepared heart. After suturing the blood vessels one by one, I stared intently at the cardiac monitor displaying a flat line. Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly the flat line on the monitor began to fluctuate. After the heartbeat stabilized, everyone cried out in joy, “Dr. Guerra, there’s a heartbeat! The surgery was successful!” I didn’t speak, focusing on suturing the patient’s chest cavity. After the surgery was completely finished, I collapsed weakly to the ground. Only then did I realize my back was already soaked with sweat. An hour later, the patient woke up. That’s when everyone learned he was Mayor Cesar Hodges. In the hospital room, I was conducting Cesar’s post-operative examination. After confirming that the heart transplant surgery had been extremely successful, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Cesar smiled at me: “I heard you performed my surgery. Thank you. But I remember my attending physician was Dr. Rowe. Why isn’t he here? Did something happen?” Just as I was about to answer, Rhys’s call came through. Cesar glanced at the caller ID: “It’s Dr. Rowe calling. Go ahead and take it here.” I pressed the speakerphone button, and Rhys’s voice came through: “Where are you right now? Come to Edith’s place immediately.” “I’m doing a post-operative check on a patient. The heart transplant surgery was very successful,” I replied. Rhys paused for a few seconds: “You performed the surgery? He’s really lucky. His chest was opened and he lay on the operating table for forty minutes, and he’s still alive. What a shame—I was hoping to use his corpse for research.” I caught sight of Cesar’s furious expression and reminded him: “Rhys, watch your language. We’re doctors. Treating patients is our duty.” Rhys said dismissively: “What’s worth saving about these ordinary people? They have no power, no influence. Living is just a waste of social resources. The only value these people have while alive is letting us practice and improve our medical skills.” Hearing such arrogant words, I couldn’t help but gasp, and Cesar’s face turned extremely dark. Rhys, unaware of this, continued: “You upset Edith earlier and made her stomach hurt. Come apologize to her within half an hour. Oh, and Edith wants to eat food you’ve cooked, so pick up groceries on your way.” Listening to Rhys ordering me around, I said coldly: “The patient just had surgery. I need to stay here for observation in case of complications.” Rhys didn’t expect me to refuse and said angrily: “No matter how dangerous his condition is, could it be more important than Edith not getting her meal? The surgery’s done anyway. Even if he really dies, that’s just his fate. Don’t make me say it twice—come here now!” Looking at the disconnected call, I felt deeply disappointed. I never imagined that in Rhys’s eyes, ordinary people’s lives were worth absolutely nothing. Cesar was equally furious and said angrily: “For the sake of his mistress, he abandons a patient on the operating table. Rhys is a disgrace to the medical profession!” Due to his excessive agitation, Cesar couldn’t help but start coughing. I quickly patted his back gently to help him: “Mr. Hodges, you just had heart transplant surgery. You absolutely cannot get angry.” Cesar calmed down: “You’re right. This kind of person isn’t worth my anger. Since Rhys thinks being a doctor makes him superior and doesn’t value ordinary people’s lives, then I’ll make sure he can’t be a doctor anymore.” He looked at his assistant: “Starting today, revoke Rhys’s medical license and ban him from reapplying for life.”

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After selling engagement gifts worth $88.88 million, I went to the police station to turn myself in, claiming I had committed marriage fraud. Nadia Person, my family’s maid’s daughter, panicked. The Person family and the Glover family had arranged a marriage alliance. However, on the wedding day of May 5th, I, the bride, was locked in a dark room. When I finally managed to reach the wedding venue, my family’s maid’s daughter had already completed the ceremony using my identity. I claimed to be the real daughter of the Person family, but was questioned by all the company employees, simply because Nadia had been working at the company under my identity for half a year. Nadia kicked me to the ground. “What are you doing here, you maid’s daughter?” Before I could present any evidence, I was thrown onto the street by Nadia’s bodyguards. A speeding car rushed past, killing me instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding. ***** Nadia posted a message in the group chat: [Tomorrow is my wedding, everyone must attend! No need to bring gifts, I just want everyone to witness this moment.] Seeing her message, I was stunned. I never expected to be reborn the day before Nadia stole my identity to marry into wealth. [So the rumors about the marriage alliance between Person Corporation and Glover Corporation are true!] [It’s such an honor to witness a wealthy family’s wedding. Miss Nadia Person and Mr. Glover must be perfect for each other!] In the company group chat, everyone sent their congratulations. Perhaps realizing I had just joined the chat yesterday, Nadia quickly added: [It’s not a business marriage, we grew up together.] Everyone became even more excited. Someone replied: [So envious! Rich people’s love really is sweeter than we imagined!] I gripped my phone tightly, sweat forming in my palms. Just as I was about to ask in the group chat who she was marrying tomorrow, there was a knock at my door. Nadia walked in, looking apologetic. “Marlee, I’m also getting married tomorrow, so I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding. Can I hold my rehearsal dinner at this villa tonight?” In my previous life, Nadia had said the exact same words. Nadia had lived in my house with her mother since childhood and had no home of her own. We grew up together, and I always treated her like a real sister. I not only let her wear my clothes but also arranged for her to work at Person Corporation. Therefore, when she said she would be getting married on the same day as me, I not only didn’t suspect anything but looked at her with envy, blessing her marriage to the man she loved. I not only agreed to let her hold her rehearsal dinner here but also took out a pair of pearl earrings from the wedding gifts my mother had prepared for me and gave them to her. But I never expected that Nadia wasn’t satisfied with that. Taking advantage of my CEO brother Paul Person’s business trip, she stole my identity to marry into wealth. Because I wasn’t satisfied with this arranged marriage, the wedding between the Person family and Glover family was kept low-key. I hadn’t notified any relatives to attend, and Nadia used this opportunity to execute her plan. When I arrived at the wedding venue, they had already completed the ceremony. I desperately tried to prove that I was the real daughter of the Person family, but unexpectedly, all the company employees only recognized Nadia as the Person family’s daughter. Nadia tearfully questioned me: “Marlee, even though you’re a maid’s daughter, I’ve always treated you like a real sister. Why are you trying to ruin my wedding? Hasn’t the Person family been good to you?” The security guards dragged me out and threw me onto the street. I picked up my phone to call my brother Paul, but was instantly killed by a speeding car. In this life, I won’t make the same mistake again. I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my flesh. Meeting Nadia’s gaze, I said, “Absolutely not.” Nadia seemed surprised by my refusal, and her expression immediately darkened. “Marlee, did you see the messages in the group chat and misunderstand something? I already explained that I’m marrying my childhood sweetheart.” The maid rolled her eyes at me: “She didn’t misunderstand anything. She’s just jealous that you’re prettier and afraid of being overshadowed!” She scolded me: “Marlee, it’s a good thing that you’re both getting married on the same day. Don’t be so petty. You’ll both be wearing beautiful wedding dresses, and Nadia won’t steal your spotlight.”

I feigned surprise and said, “Oh really! I’m having my wedding tomorrow too, and I’m throwing my bachelorette party tonight. If you guys head out now to find a hotel and set things up, you should still have time.” Nadia panicked: “Marlee, we grew up together. Do you really have to ruin my wedding?” All the other servants sided with Nadia. “Nadia has always been so good to you since we were kids. She and her mother have worked for the Person family for twenty years just to take care of you. How can you be so heartless?” “Exactly! For something as important as a wedding, not only do you refuse to help, but you’re causing trouble. You’re so ungrateful.” “She’s just afraid that Nadia will have a better life than her!” Someone even comforted Nadia: “We don’t need to discuss this with her. We’ll set up a beautiful banquet for you later that’ll be a hundred times better than hers!” Nadia was moved to tears, sobbing softly. I sneered inwardly, casting a cold glance over these servants. I’d been way too nice before, letting them forget who the real master of this house was. I grabbed a glass and threw it on the floor. Instantly, all the servants’ wary eyes turned to me. “What are you doing? Do you know how hard that is to clean up?” “You’re so inconsiderate, nothing like Nadia. If it weren’t for your good family background, no man would ever want you.” I walked over and slapped the person who spoke, angrily scolding: “You know I have a good family background, you know this is the Person house? Let me tell you something—your paychecks come from my brother. If you don’t want to work here, get out right now!” But I never expected that instead of being scared, they actually laughed. “You’re always so arrogant. Do you really think you’re something special?” “We’re not leaving. Let’s see what you can do about it!” “We’re going to attend Nadia’s wedding in style!” “Is there a single person in this entire mansion who listens to you?” “Once Nadia gets married, we’ll all go work for her, leaving you alone in this mansion where ghosts will haunt you every night and scare you to death, you bitch!” Now I finally understood why they were so bold. They’d decided to leave the Person family and follow Nadia. It all made sense. In my previous life, without these servants helping Nadia, she wouldn’t have been able to smoothly take my place and marry into the Glover family. I gritted my teeth, glaring at them. Nadia’s mother shot me a vicious look: “What are you staring at? We’ve been polite enough to you. Just wait to be despised by the Glover family!” “Mom, don’t bother with her anymore. Tomorrow’s wedding is what matters.” Nadia looked at me apologetically: “Marlee, I didn’t want things to turn out this way either, but you were so petty today. I’m really disappointed.” “Nadia, forget about this waste of space. I’ll prepare your wedding right now.” The group surrounded Nadia as they walked inside. Nadia turned back to give me a provocative look. I clenched my fists tightly. Even if I called Paul now, it would be too late. His trusted associates had all gone abroad with him, and the people at the company would definitely listen to Nadia. Just then, my phone buzzed. I saw a notification for $88.88 million being deposited into my account. This was the money from selling the engagement gifts the Glover family had given me. Immediately, an idea struck me. I turned around, left the house, and went to the mall, where I purchased a property and bought a car. After making sure I’d spent all $88.88 million, I went to the police station. The officer looked at me with confusion: “Say that again—what are you here for?” “I committed marriage fraud. I’m here to turn myself in.”

The officer frowned and asked, “If you don’t want to get married, why not cancel the wedding?” I replied, “My wedding is tomorrow. I’ve already sold all the engagement gifts, but I don’t want to get married.” “How much were those engagement gifts worth in total? You should negotiate with them and return the money.” I said, “$88.88 million.” The officer fell silent. After all, that was a huge sum of money. The officer insisted I negotiate with my fiancé’s family. I’d already heard that my arranged marriage partner had a bad temper. I trembled as I took the phone from the officer. Surprisingly, my fiancé wasn’t angry. Though that made sense—this was a political marriage, and we’d never even met each other. Besides, this wedding hadn’t been heavily publicized, so it wouldn’t have much impact on the Glover Group. “Are you sure you won’t marry me?” my fiancé asked. I responded quietly, “Yes.” “Then let’s cancel the wedding.” Through police mediation, I had to return the $88.88 million to the Glover Group’s account by noon tomorrow, or the Glover Group would sue me. Hearing the man’s response, I nodded happily. But that night, instead of raising money, I spent the entire evening partying at bars. The next day when I returned home, I found the entire villa bustling with activity, people coming and going in the courtyard. Not only were all the Person Group employees there, but even Nadia’s and my former classmates had come. They surrounded Nadia, showering her with praise. “Nadia, you’re getting more beautiful by the day, and you’re doing better than all of us.” “Yeah, Nadia, you’ll have to help us out more in the future.” The employees were also talking. “Rumor has it the Glover Group’s CEO isn’t interested in women, but Miss Nadia Person won him over so easily.” “We’ll really have to rely on Miss Nadia Person from now on.” I smiled coldly. Not only would she not marry into the Glover family, but she’d also have to return $88.88 million to them. They were flattering Nadia when suddenly someone spotted me at the entrance. “Marlee, your dark circles are so bad. Where did you go partying last night?” “Today is Nadia’s wedding. Even if you’re the maid’s daughter, you can’t wear such cheap clothes.” I looked at Nadia. She met my gaze and said, “Marlee, you don’t really think you’re a daughter of the Person family, do you? Today is my wedding, yet you’re here causing trouble. If you ruin the wedding, can you handle the consequences?” “What do you mean I think I’m a daughter of the Person family? This is my home to begin with.” As soon as I finished speaking, they all burst into laughter. Nadia’s lackey mocked me: “Marlee, you’re so shameless. Your mom works as a maid here, which is why you get to live in the villa. Nadia is kind and always gets you a share of everything good, but you actually think you’re something special. We’ve all known Nadia for so many years, and we all know she’s Mr. Person’s only sister.” The Person Group employees also said they’d never seen me at the company. Nadia’s lackey said, “Nadia arranged for many of her old classmates to work at Person Group. Turns out you didn’t get a position, so you’re here causing trouble.” I sneered, “Yeah, you’re so capable. Nadia only got you a position with a monthly salary of three thousand dollars.” Nadia’s lackey was enraged and slapped me. My face immediately swelled up red. I glared at her through gritted teeth: “I’m warning you, I’m getting married today. You hit me, and the Glover family will never let you get away with it!” “Still dreaming? Did you drink too much last night and haven’t sobered up yet?” “Should we give you a cold shower to wake you up?” They brought over a basin of cold water. I tried to dodge, but two people grabbed my arms. The cold water poured down from above my head, the icy water making my whole body shiver. But before I could recover, another slap landed on my face. Nadia stepped forward and grabbed my chin: “Are you awake now? If not, should we use some props? Knives, whips, fire tongs—which do you prefer?” Her lackey handed her a fruit knife. Nadia slapped my face with the fruit knife. “Marlee, we grew up together, and I was going to let you off the hook, but you just had to cause trouble on my wedding day. The Glover family wants me, not a worthless piece of trash like you!” Nadia’s lackey kicked me in the knee, and my legs gave out as I collapsed to the ground. Nadia stepped on my face. “Marlee, you’re nothing but my servant. Apologize to me now, and I might still forgive you.” Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I sneered at her. “Never. Nadia, as long as I don’t agree, the Glover family won’t take you to the wedding!” “Still talking big? When the Glover family’s car arrives, I’ll tear your face apart!” I laughed coldly. “You’re still dreaming? You think you can boss around the Glover family?” They didn’t believe me and continued beating me with punches and kicks. I was beaten until my whole body ached, curled up on the ground. They kept at it until they were tired, but the car to pick up Nadia still hadn’t arrived. Nadia panicked and rushed over to me, grabbing my chin. “What did you do? Why haven’t the Glover family come to pick up the bride yet? You must be up to something, trying to ruin my wedding!” I chuckled softly, “The Glover family certainly knows about your plan to marry in my place.” She slapped me hard across the face. “Stop talking nonsense! I’ll throw you to the dogs right now!” Nadia went crazy, ordering her people to drag my body toward the dog cages. Just then, the sound of car horns echoed. The Glover family’s convoy to pick up Nadia had arrived. I was somewhat surprised. Hadn’t I already canceled the wedding? Why did the Glover family still send people? Before I could figure it out, Nadia had already excitedly gotten into the car. Her lackey dragged me into the car. “Today I’ll show you what a wealthy family marriage looks like!” My whole body hurt too much to speak. After a long while, the pain in my body eased slightly, and the convoy had arrived at the wedding venue. Nadia’s lackey opened the car door and kicked me out of the car. My face hit the steps, causing a nosebleed and making me look even more disheveled. Others looked at me with mocking eyes. “You’re at the wedding venue now. Are you finally coming to your senses?” Nadia said arrogantly. I said, “Until the wedding is over, nothing is certain. Nadia, where’s your groom?” As soon as I finished speaking, the hotel’s main doors opened. Holden Glover walked out wearing a perfectly tailored suit, coldly scanning everyone present. Instantly, everyone at the scene was shocked into silence. “I never expected Mr. Glover to be so handsome. He and Nadia are such a perfect match!” Nadia blushed shyly, looking at me smugly. “Marlee, I’ll find a man to keep you company tonight.” Holden walked toward Nadia, but immediately after, her shy expression turned to one of terror.

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I, Isabel Jensen, did one thing immediately after my rebirth: behind my wealthy husband Peter Geller’s back, I kept six handsome male models and seduced them into bed. This was because in my previous life, Peter was diagnosed with oligospermia. To ensure the family fortune had an heir, he married me—someone with a naturally fertile constitution—to bear his children. I tried every method to get pregnant as quickly as possible, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, my best friend Valerie Crawford, who had been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets within two Christmases. When Peter heard that Valerie had given birth to many children, he was immediately attracted to her. They had an affair behind my back and even hired someone to kill me in a car crash when I discovered the truth. Only after my death did I realize that Valerie had bound herself to something called a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would automatically transfer to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution quietly transferred to me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my oligospermic husband brought me home as his bride. Thinking of everything from my past life, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Valerie, don’t you want lots of children? Then let me give you a proper taste of the joy of pregnancy!” ***** “With your background, marrying into the Geller family is already reaching above your station. I hope you remember your duty and bear me a son who can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.” “Let’s have a trial marriage for two Christmases first. If you can successfully conceive within two Christmases, then I’ll officially register our marriage.” A cold, ruthless voice echoed in my ears. I snapped back to reality and saw Peter looking down at me condescendingly. One second, I had been trapped in a burning car, unable to escape. The next second, I was reborn! Back to the day Peter brought me home as his bride. Seeing me standing there speechless, Valerie, dressed in her bridesmaid gown, quickly spoke up: “Isabel, with your poor background, marrying into the Geller family is a rare opportunity! Why are you still hesitating? “Are you worried you won’t be able to conceive and will be kicked out during the trial period?” Hearing Valerie’s mocking words, I looked up at her. The schadenfreude and cunning in her eyes were unmistakable. How ridiculous that in my previous life, I had been so immersed in the joy of marrying Peter and being able to raise money for my grandmother Camilla Jensen’s surgery that I never suspected her. The women in my family had a hereditary fertile constitution. Starting from my great-great-grandmother, the women in our family typically had multiple births—twins and triplets were very common. By my mother’s generation, she had given birth to seven children: six sons and only one daughter—me. It was precisely because of my family’s reputation for fertility that Peter, having just been diagnosed with oligospermia, began pursuing me frantically. I was moved at the time, and with Camilla urgently needing a large sum of money to save her life, I readily agreed to his proposal. However, at the wedding, Peter suddenly changed his tune and proposed a two-Christmas trial marriage first. To save Camilla, I could only accept this humiliating condition. During those two Christmases, I desperately tried to conceive. I took countless ovulation shots and consumed bottle after bottle of folic acid and other medications. But two Christmases quickly passed, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Peter decided I had deceived him and began physically abusing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, who had originally been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets in succession. Valerie’s pregnancies quickly caught Peter’s attention, and the two began having an affair behind my back, even conceiving an illegitimate child. After I discovered them, Peter immediately threw me out and cut off the monthly money that was keeping Camilla alive. I desperately tried to salvage the situation, begging him to lend me some money to save Camilla for the sake of my two Christmases of dedication. But Valerie, fearing Peter might soften toward me, ruthlessly hired someone to kill me in a car crash. Only after my death did I learn that Valerie had bound herself to a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would be transferred to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution transferred to me. In the end, Valerie, having successfully conceived children, took my place in marrying into the Geller family and used her power to suppress my entire family. She even brought my corpse from the car accident to the hospital to traumatize Camilla, causing her to die of a heart attack with her eyes wide open in anguish. My six brothers and parents also died one after another while seeking justice for me. Thinking of everything from my previous life, rage burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear Valerie apart. But I knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation with her. I smiled slightly and immediately agreed to Peter’s trial marriage proposal: “No problem, honey. I’ll definitely give the Geller family the most excellent heir within two Christmases.”

Peter asked skeptically, “You really agreed to this?” I nodded gently, my voice firm: “Don’t worry, honey. I’m confident about this.” Seeing how understanding I was and how confident I felt about getting pregnant, Peter’s tone gradually softened: “Isabel, don’t worry. As long as you can give me a son within two Christmases, I’ll register our marriage immediately.” With that, he generously slipped a large diamond ring onto my finger. As the officiant urged us on, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Meanwhile, Valerie, serving as my maid of honor, showed no sign of blessing me on her face—only jealousy that bordered on madness. I glanced sideways at Valerie in the corner, grinding her teeth in rage, and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, Valerie could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She rushed forward in a few steps, laughingly separating Peter and me. She deliberately pressed her full chest against Peter, practically throwing herself into his arms. She cooed playfully, “Oh my, Mr. Geller, why are you in such a hurry? You can’t just kiss our bride like that!” Valerie was shamelessly using her beauty to seduce him. Unfortunately for her, Peter came from wealth and had seen plenty of women. He had zero interest in Valerie. Plus, knowing she was infertile from multiple abortions, Peter looked down on her completely. Peter forcefully pushed Valerie out of his arms, and a flash of hurt crossed her eyes. But she didn’t blame Peter—instead, she directed all her hatred toward me. She asked with feigned curiosity, “Isabel, is your family’s fertility really that miraculous? You’re not exaggerating, are you? If you can’t have children, you’ll be kicked out of the house.” Upon hearing this, Peter’s eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked at me. Valerie stared straight at me, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I remained completely calm, simply nodding firmly once more: “My family’s fertility has been passed down for five generations without a single failure. Don’t worry—I absolutely won’t disappoint you. I’ll definitely give you a son as soon as possible!” With that, I brazenly pulled out the ovulation injections and fertility drugs I’d prepared from my bag, right in front of both of them. This scene made Valerie’s eyes light up instantly. Peter was even more eager, grabbing my hand and saying urgently, “Isabel, let’s skip the rest of the wedding ceremony. Let’s go to bed right now—you’ll definitely get pregnant immediately!” Valerie also grabbed my hand with a fake smile, pushing me toward the bedroom: “Isabel, hurry up and go to bed with Mr. Geller. I hope you get pregnant soon too!” Watching them both so eager to use me, I laughed coldly inside. In my previous life, Peter had schemed and pursued me, married me, all just to use me as a breeding machine. Even though he knew that too many ovulation shots would seriously damage my body, he still forced me to inject them daily, ignoring my agonizing pain and even causing permanent damage to my ovaries. And Valerie—not only did she steal everything from me through the system, but she also caused my entire family’s tragic death. These two demons, after working together to drain every ounce of value from me, even forced me to die. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must make them pay the price they deserve!

On our wedding night, Valerie didn’t hesitate to inject me with an excessive dose of ovulation stimulants. Peter completely ignored the severe abdominal pain I suffered from the drug overdose and forced himself on me over ten times. Both of them eagerly anticipated my pregnancy and even bought a large quantity of fertility drugs, insisting I take good care of my body. In my previous life, I had no idea Peter suffered from oligospermia and thought he genuinely wanted children. Even though those medicines tasted bitter and awful, I silently endured drinking them. But this time, I poured all the medications directly into flower pots and used my phone to book six virile male models. In my past life, I spent every day at home diligently taking injections and medications to prepare for pregnancy, while Peter never stopped sleeping with other women. He’d spend his days juggling various women and only return home at night to go through the motions with me. However, fortunately, he wasn’t stingy with money and never set limits on my spending. But aside from that, he showed almost no concern for me. Therefore, in this life, my affairs with the six male models went completely unnoticed by him. During the day, I indulged myself with the energetic male models. At night, I would casually brush Peter off. Meanwhile, I deliberately sent messages to provoke Valerie, hinting that I might already be pregnant. Sure enough, after I revealed this news to Valerie, she hastily married a seventy-year-old wealthy old man the very next day. Some well-meaning people advised her not to gamble with her happiness, but she didn’t care at all and even declared she would definitely bear this old man a son. Everyone mocked her for being crazy. But I understood that if she didn’t hurry up and get married, once I became pregnant, the child would immediately transfer to her belly. After all, if she remained unmarried, there would be no way to explain who the father was. Initially, she had wanted to seduce Peter into bed, but with beautiful women surrounding him, Peter had no interest in her. She had to find another way out and settled for a wealthy old man who was already sterile. I couldn’t be bothered with her scheming. Every day, aside from visiting Camilla, I spent my time enjoying myself with my kept male models. Four months later, Peter brought a doctor to examine my body, and Valerie also came to join the spectacle. When the doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant at all, Peter’s face immediately darkened. He immediately erupted in anger: “I gave you so many ovulation shots, how are you still not pregnant? I married you and spent money on you just to have a child!” Seeing me being scolded, Valerie was extremely pleased. She glanced at me mockingly, lovingly stroking her own belly, and said with contempt: “Isabel, everyone in your family has such fertile genes, how are you the exception? My husband is already 70 years old, and I still managed to get pregnant successfully. But you? After trying so hard for so long, you’re still not pregnant.” I looked up and saw that although she had only been married to that old man for four months, her belly looked like she was already eight months pregnant. I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and pretended to be upset: “I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s all my fault!” Seeing me so defeated, Valerie became even more smug and continued to mock me: “Pregnancy is also about luck. Maybe you just have bad luck, unlike me—I get pregnant easily. Mr. Geller, don’t be discouraged. You and Isabel will definitely succeed next time!” Looking at Valerie’s prominently protruding belly, Peter appeared quite depressed. Unwilling to admit that he couldn’t even compare to a 70-year-old man, he shifted all the blame onto me: “Isabel, you’ve taken so many medications, why can’t you even compare to Valerie? Tell me! Have you been neglecting to take your medicine properly during this time?” I quickly shook my head in denial. He then warned: “Isabel, I’m warning you—if you’re still not pregnant within our two-year trial marriage period, I won’t marry you when the time comes.” Valerie hurriedly handed me a stack of ovulation injections. She said, “Isabel, make sure you take your shots and medication properly. You’ll definitely get pregnant. Don’t slack off just because you’re afraid of pain or discomfort!” After giving me countless reminders, they finally left. Over the following period, I occasionally received provocative text messages from Valerie. [Mr. Geller is so generous! He even bought me lots of fruit, feeling sorry for how hard pregnancy is on me!] [Oh my, Mr. Geller has been coming by so frequently lately, constantly asking me about how to get pregnant.] [But I told him that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Isabel, you better work harder!] Looking at Valerie’s boastful messages, I let out a cold laugh and reached over to caress the male model’s muscular chest. After enjoying his services, I leisurely replied: [Then I really need to learn from you and give Peter a dozen children as soon as possible!] I gently stroked my flat stomach, waiting to watch Valerie’s downfall. Six months later, Valerie successfully gave birth to sextuplets for that seventy-year-old man. However, due to eating too much fruit during pregnancy, the fetuses were abnormally large, and the delivery nearly killed her. I thought Valerie would quiet down for a while after this. But less than a month after she gave birth, I received a surveillance video. In the video, Valerie wore revealing lingerie, lifted Peter’s chin with her finger, and spoke in a seductive voice: “Mr. Geller, I have a fertile constitution. Would you like to try?” Although Peter had been with countless women, a woman who had just given birth was still a novelty for him. He smiled as he undressed and immediately embraced Valerie, beginning their sexual encounter. He buried his head in Valerie’s full breasts, sucking frantically. While moving rhythmically, Valerie didn’t forget to moan and ask: “Mr. Geller, what if I get pregnant before Isabel does?” Peter, his eyes filled with lust, laughed and replied: “Whoever gets pregnant first, I’ll marry.” Valerie continued asking: “But what if I really do get pregnant first?” Peter chuckled softly, pinched Valerie’s nose, and promised: “Then of course I’ll marry you and bring you home!” The two rolled together again, lost in passion. Watching the surveillance footage of their affair, I felt completely unmoved and casually wrapped my arm around the male model’s neck. Since they were working so hard, I had to make sure they got exactly what they wanted. The agreed-upon two-year trial period quickly passed, and I confidently arrived at City Hall, notifying Peter to come register our marriage. However, Peter showed up with my medical report, looking at me like I was trash: “Isabel, you’re not even pregnant, yet you still fantasize about marrying me? Dream on!” Peter’s parents, Evelyn Geller and Bruce Geller, also rushed back from abroad, shaking their heads in disappointment: “We were told you had a fertile constitution, which is why we agreed to let Peter marry you. But you still can’t get pregnant! What a waste of our family’s investment in you, you worthless thing!” In my previous life, Evelyn and Bruce had always looked down on my background, constantly mocking and even verbally abusing me. In their eyes, I was just a breeding machine they had purchased, not a flesh-and-blood person. And in my previous life, my death by car accident was the result of their scheming for Valerie. I glared at them hatefully, then shrugged: “How is it my fault that I can’t get pregnant? Why don’t you blame your son instead?” Hearing this, Peter seemed to hit a nerve and glared at me viciously: “Isabel, since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” With that, he announced in front of all the City Hall staff: “I will not marry her. My wife is someone else!” People around us began whispering and pointing at me. My expression remained unchanged as I asked mockingly: “Oh? Who’s lucky enough to be married by Mr. Geller?” Peter snorted coldly: “Anyone I marry would be better than marrying a woman like you who can’t bear children!” Then he shouted toward the City Hall entrance: “Valerie, come here and register for marriage with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone craned their necks to see who was coming. The next second, they froze in terror and screamed: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Valerie, supporting her waist and wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly approached. She was now skeletal, nothing but skin and bones, with thin limbs but an absurdly large belly. That belly looked like someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of basketballs into it, grotesquely piled into a small mountain that had drained all her nutrition.

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After my son Carson Howard’s wife Harley Howard became pregnant with their third child, I, Scarlett Howard, decided to work as a nanny to help support the family financially. However, when Carson learned about the employer’s information, his face instantly changed, and he absolutely refused to let me take the job. I patiently explained that this employer was very generous, offering three times the market rate, but Carson remained firmly opposed. To prevent me from leaving the house, he cruelly broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I wanted Harley to help persuade him, but Carson must have said something to her because she glared at me angrily: “At your age, you still want to run around outside. How shameless!” I couldn’t understand why they were treating me this way when everything I was doing was for this family. Later, because I couldn’t get timely medical treatment, my legs began to rot. I finally found a chance to contact my husband Kevin Howard, hoping he could rescue me. When Kevin, who had been married to me for fifty years, saw me, he only praised Carson: “You did the right thing! That’s exactly how you should handle restless people like her—lock them up at home.” They locked me in the pigpen at home, and I died shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I decided to become a nanny. ***** “Mom, did you find a job? Harley and I really can’t afford to raise so many children. This is your grandchild too—you need to do your part!” The familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw Carson supporting Harley, both holding a medical report. Though this should have been joyful news, I felt only coldness in my heart. I didn’t have time to congratulate them. Instead, I immediately grabbed my phone to check the time, finally confirming that I had been reborn. In my previous life, after Harley became pregnant, I came to the city to help her take care of my granddaughter Claire Howard. The second year, she got pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter. I told her that boys and girls were the same, that two children were enough, and I couldn’t handle caring for more. However, by the fourth year, she was pregnant again. To ease the family’s financial burden, Carson suggested I work as a nanny for others. Nannies earned good money these days and could help supplement the household income. I followed his suggestion and quickly found a job. After the interview, the employer was very satisfied with my performance, and I could officially start work in a few days. I shared this good news with Carson. When he heard I could earn twelve thousand dollars a month as a nanny, he seemed very happy. But when he saw the employer’s information, his expression suddenly darkened. He said: “You’re not going! Quit this job immediately. You absolutely cannot work for that family!” I didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly. Thinking he felt the salary was too low, I quickly explained: “The employer said this twelve thousand dollars is just the probationary salary. If I do well, they’ll give me raises later. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work hard.” Hearing this, Carson became even more furious and turned to shout at me: “I said you’re not going, so you’re not going!” Seeing his attitude, I felt somewhat displeased. This was a good job paying twelve thousand dollars a month—what a shame to give it up. I said: “Why can’t I take such a good job? If I don’t go, how will you afford to raise three children?” I mentioned the three children, hoping to make him understand the logic. However, he kicked me in the chest: “Why do you insist on going to that particular family?” I was knocked to the ground, clutching my chest and gasping for air, my heart filled with shock. I asked with difficulty: “Do you know them? Why can’t I go?” Carson snorted coldly: “I said no, so it’s no! From now on, you’ll stay home and take care of the children, or I’ll beat you to death!” Our argument drew Harley over. She quickly helped me up from the floor and asked: “What happened? How could you lay hands on your mother?” Carson leaned close to Harley and whispered something in her ear. Harley’s expression instantly changed: “You shameless woman, still restless at your age! You’re not going! You’ll stay home and take care of the children!” I kept asking for reasons, but Carson and Harley only grew more furious. Finally, Carson actually rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a rolling pin, and brutally broke both my legs. He said viciously: “Now let’s see how you escape!” I was confined at home, unable to move a single step due to the excruciating pain in my legs. Carson only gave me one cup of water daily to keep me alive, just enough to prevent me from dying of thirst. One day, when Carson wasn’t home, I used Claire’s phone watch to contact Kevin, telling him to hurry to the city to rescue me. When he arrived and saw my rotting legs, he angrily scolded Carson: “Your mother working as a nanny was for your own good. Why did you beat her? She’s your mother! How can your heart be so cruel?” Carson looked at me with a dark expression and handed the employer’s information to Kevin. But when Kevin glanced at it, he too froze in place.

The next second, he slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch, you’re not going!” “You restless piece of trash, I should beat you to death!” Watching their reactions, my heart sank into complete despair. Yet I still couldn’t give up and pressed on: “Why? Why can’t I go?” Kevin didn’t answer. He just turned to Carson and said, “We can’t let her go. Lock her up and keep her locked up until she dies!” Carson scratched his head anxiously. As if something occurred to him, he said, “Let’s take her back to the village and lock her up so she can never get out!” Kevin agreed with this decision, so they brought me back to the village and locked me in a pigsty, where I lived and ate with the pigs. Since my leg wound went untreated, it rapidly worsened, and I eventually died in that pigsty. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why they all wanted me dead after hearing I was going to work as a nanny. Fortunately, God gave me a chance to be reborn, allowing me the opportunity to figure all this out. At this moment, I stared at Carson’s seemingly kind smile, steadied myself, and said, “Not yet. The employer thought I was too old.” In my previous life, after being hired by the employer, I had excitedly told them the news. This time, I chose to keep it secret, which should prevent any problems. Carson said, “Didn’t the agency say that experienced people like you are the most popular?” There was already a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You’re not trying to avoid going and deliberately saying you can’t find work, are you?” I laughed awkwardly and explained, “Carson, how can you say that about me? I still need to earn money to help support the family. I’ll call the agency in a bit to help me find a suitable job.” Carson nodded. “Harley is pregnant now, and everything costs money. If you really can’t find work, you can go wash dishes. Every little bit helps.” I agreed and quickly ducked into the kitchen to start cooking. To avoid being discovered, I even tucked my phone into my pocket, worried that Carson might check it and realize I had already found a job. But it was precisely this action that made him even more suspicious. While I was cooking in the kitchen, I heard Carson making a phone call outside. He said, “Hello, is this the agency? I wanted to ask if you’ve found work for my mom yet?” Despite the range hood roaring in my ears, I instantly caught his voice. I immediately became nervous and rushed out of the kitchen. Carson said, “Oh, you already found something. Okay, I got it.” The moment he hung up, Carson’s expression suddenly turned dark. Realizing things were going badly, I immediately tried to run outside. However, with my aging body, there was no way I could match him. Carson grabbed my hair with one hand and raised the other high, slapping me hard across the face. He cursed, “Bitch, I knew you weren’t being honest! Of all the things you could do, you had to go work as someone’s servant! Are you that desperate to be degraded?” The scene from my previous life was playing out again, but I still didn’t understand why he was dissatisfied when I found work, even though he was the one who told me to look for a job in the first place. Having learned from my previous life, I knew that if I insisted on asking for reasons now, I would only face an even more brutal outcome. The most important thing right now was to get Carson to calm down first.

I collapsed to the floor, trembling all over, my eyes filled with terror. Clasping my hands together, I pleaded with Carson: “Carson, everything I did was for you and your family! That boss pays well, and all the money I earned went to you. If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’ll go wherever you want me to.” However, upon hearing these words, Carson’s expression didn’t soften at all—instead, it grew even darker. He cursed angrily: “You still dare to say that! Playing the victim won’t work on me. Don’t think you can escape this way!” Seeing his growing rage, I knew deep down that nothing I said would help now. My only thought was to get out of there—fast! I struggled to my feet against the wall and desperately rushed toward the door, trying to escape to somewhere with people around. The moment I opened the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs: “Help! My son is trying to kill me! Help!” Carson immediately lunged forward, covering my mouth with his hand and forcefully dragging me back inside by my collar: “Shut up!” Fortunately, the neighbors heard my cries for help and came out to see what was happening. When they saw me being roughly dragged around, they immediately stepped in to stop him. “Stop it! She’s your mother! How can you lay a hand on her?” “Let her go right now—I’ve already called the police! They’ll be here any minute.” “You animal! Your mother came to the city to help you take care of your child, and instead of being grateful, you dare to hit her!” More and more neighbors gathered at the scene, some even pulling out their phones to record Carson’s face. For a moment, he seemed hesitant to hit me. But he quickly came up with a strategy, sighing and saying: “Everyone, you’ve really misunderstood. My mother has mental health issues. She was just screaming and yelling at home, and I was afraid she’d disturb your rest, so I was trying to calm her down.” “That’s not true! He’s lying! I was cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly barged in and tried to kill me!” I quickly protested. The neighbors began to hesitate, looking back and forth between Carson and me, unsure whom to believe. Carson said: “If you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife—she knows about my mother’s mental illness too.” Carson called into the house, and Harley came out. He whispered something in her ear, and Harley immediately said loudly to me: “Mom, did you forget to take your medication again? Look how you’re affecting all the neighbors when you have an episode.” At that moment, Carson and Harley wore appropriate smiles on their faces, while I looked terrified and incoherent like a madwoman. Gradually, most of the neighbors chose to believe them rather than me. Just when I was about to despair, the police arrived. I immediately turned to the officers for help, while Carson calmly walked forward: “I’m sorry, officers. My mother does have mental health issues. We apologize for the trouble.” “I don’t have mental health issues! He attacked me first! Look at the injuries on my face—this animal nearly beat me to death. You have to save me, officers!” I quickly pointed to my swollen cheek to show the police. The officer looked sternly at Carson: “Even if she has mental health issues, you can’t hit her, especially not like this!” Carson sighed with feigned helplessness: “You’re absolutely right—I was wrong to do that. But when she has an episode, she attacks people, and I panicked in the moment and accidentally hit her. If you don’t believe me, I can call my father—he knows her condition best.” Before long, Kevin rushed over. When he saw the injuries on my face, he pulled me into his arms with heartache. He glared angrily at Carson: “You bastard! She’s your mother—can’t you talk things through instead of this?” Carson stepped forward and said to Kevin: “She insists on working as a servant for others to make money. Look at what she’s doing.” He pulled up the employer’s information on his phone—details the agency had just sent him. After Kevin carefully reviewed the information, he suddenly stood up. I immediately lost my support and fell to the ground again. Kevin cursed: “You bitch! All you ever think about is those foreigners! You still dare to run off—believe me, I’ll beat you to death!” Kevin’s earlier tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by pure rage, as if I had truly committed an unforgivable crime. In that moment, my last shred of hope was shattered. My heart filled with despair, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I said: “I’m getting old. Going out to work and earn money is just to help you both! What exactly did I do wrong?” Kevin kicked me hard in the stomach: “You think that’s about making money? You know damn well what you’re really after.” Just as he was about to hit me again, the police quickly stepped forward to stop him: “No violence!” But Kevin flashed a smile at the officers: “Officer, this is a family matter. It’s none of your business, right?” He wasn’t wrong. Although I was injured, it wasn’t severe enough for the police to intervene. But once they left, only death awaited me. So I desperately grabbed the officer’s sleeve and pleaded: “Save me! They’ll beat me to death! I don’t want to die—please, save me!” I knelt humbly on the ground, tears streaming down my face. Carson and Kevin tried to pry my hands away and drag me back inside, but I clung tightly to the officer’s sleeve as if it were my only lifeline. Seeing that force wasn’t working, Carson immediately changed tactics and let go. He said: “Fine, Mom. I was only worried about you getting exhausted working outside, that’s why I tried to stop you. Since you want to go, then go ahead.” However, the cold gleam in his eyes sent chills down my spine. I immediately shook my head, saying frantically: “I won’t go anymore. I won’t work—I want to go home.” Carson turned to the police and shrugged helplessly: “You see, Officer? I told you she has mental problems, but you didn’t believe me. One minute she wants to work, the next she wants to go home. Who knows what she’s thinking?” Kevin took the opportunity to pull me toward the house, apologizing to the police: “Sorry for the trouble, Officers. You can go now. I’ll make sure to keep her under control so she doesn’t have another episode.” The police found their explanation reasonable and tried to get me to let go. But I refused to release my grip no matter what. This only convinced them further that I had mental issues, so they had no choice but to remove their jacket to break free. Then Carson and Kevin forcibly dragged me into the house. As the door was about to close, I struggled violently. Just then, Carson moved too abruptly and dropped his phone. When I caught a glimpse of the employer’s photo on the screen, I suddenly understood everything.

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