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The night before my engagement to Ian Parker, he got into a car accident while protecting his first love, Nicole Johnson. When I rushed to the hospital and looked through his medical report, I discovered he had never received a heart transplant. I turned pale with shock and asked his parents, “Didn’t he have heart surgery?” “Eleanor, what nonsense are you talking about? My son’s heart is perfectly healthy!” At that moment, I realized my seven years of devotion to Ian had been a ridiculous case of mistaken identity. After Ian was discharged, he publicly smashed our engagement ring in front of my spaghetti at a bar, wanting to break off our engagement. The onlookers expected me to beg him to stay through tears, but I simply nodded calmly and said, “Alright.” The man I truly loved had left long ago. Since Ian wasn’t even a replacement, why should I care about him? ***** Hearing my direct response, Ian’s face darkened with feminine energy. “What’s this? Changed your tactics? Everyone knows you’re my most devoted follower. How could you agree to break off our engagement?” “I told you, unless you personally put shoes on Nicole today, there might still be a chance for our engagement.” I stared at his chest, then looked up and said, “I can certainly do that, but you need to answer one question for me.” Ian sneered, “What is it? Are you going to ask if I love you like in some romantic drama?” I couldn’t care less about who he loved. Seven years ago, my first love Simon Williams was in a car accident on his way to our date. His undamaged organs were donated. Unable to accept this fact, I desperately tracked down the recipients despite the confidential donation information. Eventually, I found Ian. Since then, I followed him like a shadow out of guilt for my deceased lover, even longing to marry him. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Did you have a heart transplant seven years ago?” Ian impatiently replied, “Are you joking? If I had a heart transplant, could I be racing cars every day?” I closed my eyes in exhaustion, realizing I had gotten everything wrong. Keeping my promise, I personally put high heels on Nicole. The entire booth fell silent, and Ian stared at me in shock. Someone suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God! Eleanor actually did that to avoid breaking off the engagement!” “So what? Mr. Parker still has no feelings for her.” “Shut up!” Ian slammed his glass on the table, the loud crash of shattering glass silencing everyone. I was surprised that Ian would suddenly defend me. But wasn’t this humiliation something he had inflicted on me himself? He glared at me fiercely and shouted, “Are you deaf? Don’t you know what to do when someone insults you?” “Since you want to break off the engagement, don’t you have any demands?” I smiled bitterly and shook my head, responding, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” I felt it was better to leave promptly rather than waste time on the wrong person. Seeing me so desperate for the first time, Ian became flustered. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “You…” “Ian?” Nicole’s call snapped him back to reality, and he pushed me away. The back of my head hit the bar counter hard, causing my vision to blur from the pain. Nicole also twisted her ankle due to Ian’s sudden movement. Hearing her cry of pain, Ian immediately came to his senses, swept her up in his arms, and anxiously said, “Nicole, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” After Ian left, his friend threw a full glass of alcohol in my face. “Did you see that? That’s your place in Ian’s heart. How can you compare yourself to Nicole?” “So embarrassing. Stop clinging to Ian.” I wiped the alcohol from my face and calmly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t appear in front of his spaghetti again, and I never loved him anyway.” Hearing this, everyone looked at me in disbelief. Just then, an angry voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Ian had suddenly returned. Seeing my miserable state, he grabbed someone by the collar and roared, “Who did this?” The person frantically waved his hands in fear. “Ian, we didn’t do anything, just a joke.” I was surprised to see him standing up for me again. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and forcefully pulled me away. Just after pushing me into his car, his phone rang. “How serious is Nicole’s condition? I’ll be right there.” He glanced at me and casually said, “You can drive, so go home.” Watching his retreating figure, I called my private investigator, Brad Paisley. Learning I had found the wrong person, Brad apologized profusely and quickly sent new information: [After ruling out Ian, only Marcus from the wealthy Chapman family, who had surgery on the same day, matches the criteria.] Brad: [However, the Chapman family isn’t in this city, so he may have left long ago.] I replied: [Send me his most recent address and book the earliest flight available.]

When I got home, I grabbed my treasured bottle of liquor and started chugging it. In my daze, I thought I saw my first love, Simon, instead of Christian. He looked at me, his voice full of concern: “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself again? How can I not worry about you?” Hearing that familiar care in his voice, tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, afraid he might disappear. “Simon, don’t go…” As soon as I said this, the man I was hugging pushed me away forcefully. “Who the hell is Simon?” The angry shout instantly snapped me back to reality. Only then did I realize that the person standing before me wasn’t Simon at all, but Ian. Disappointed, I rubbed my temples and casually dismissed it: “Just a friend.” Ian didn’t seem suspicious. In his eyes, I was still that woman hopelessly devoted to him. I changed the subject: “What are you doing at my place?” Ian was momentarily stunned. I smirked coldly: “Aren’t we already broken up? Shouldn’t you be with Nicole right now?” He irritably scratched the back of his head: “Can’t I have other reasons to see you? There’s a business gala tomorrow night, and you need to attend with me.” I immediately understood. No wonder Ian wasn’t angry this time. He wanted to use me to maintain his reputation again. After all, I come from a prestigious family. Even though he deeply loves Nicole, I’ll always be his plus-one at these events. “Fine.” Anyway, I’ve been entangled with him for seven years. I consider this my final favor to him. Seeing how readily I agreed, Ian pushed his luck by cupping my face, intending to kiss me. However, I instinctively pulled away. “Are you rejecting me?” Seeing the resistance in my eyes, Ian immediately became furious with embarrassment. “Don’t you love Nicole?” I countered. My words seemed to hit a nerve. He angrily responded, “Fine, I’ll go kiss Nicole instead! Even if you beg me later, I won’t bother with you!” The next day, I arrived at the venue according to the address Ian had sent. As soon as I stepped into the hall, blinding camera flashes went off one after another. It seemed this gala was far more significant than Ian had let on. Perhaps he was using me for his schemes again. I walked calmly down the red carpet, only to see Ian intimately embracing Nicole for photos in the interview area. In response to the reporter’s leading questions, Ian brazenly introduced: “This is my fiancée’s adopted sister.” I didn’t know if Ian was being stupid or hadn’t fully woken up to say something like that. Nicole and I have no relationship whatsoever, yet he was not only using my reputation but also trying to get Nicole a piece of the pie. Seeing me appear, Ian flashed a smug smile and beckoned to me with his finger as if summoning a pet. The reporters immediately swarmed around like sharks smelling blood. One of them directly produced a photo showing me putting shoes on Nicole at the bar. My face was clearly visible in the photo, while Nicole in Ian’s arms was deliberately blurred. I didn’t even need to guess whose idea this was. The reporter aggressively asked, “Ms. Lambert, that’s you in the photo, right? I heard you’re willing to put shoes on his beloved woman just to please your fiancé. Will you also serve her when they’re in bed together? You’re the heir to the Lambert family. Are you really this obsessed with Mr. Parker?” Amid everyone’s mocking gazes, I laughed coldly and said, “I don’t love him anymore.”

After I finished speaking, everyone present stared at me with shocked expressions. Ian glared at me like I was insane, his face filled with astonishment and anger. However, I’d had enough and didn’t want to be tormented by him anymore. “I have something to attend to, so I need to leave now.” Then, I turned and walked away without looking back. The moment I pushed open the conference hall doors, an unprecedented feeling of relief washed over me. But just as I was about to get in my car and leave, Ian suddenly came running after me. He urgently blocked my path and said, “Eleanor, why can’t you be more reasonable?” I couldn’t be bothered to respond and intended to leave immediately, but he gripped my wrist tightly. “I know you’re angry, but as my wife, haven’t you experienced this kind of thing often enough? Can’t you be more gracious? Why do you have to quarrel with Nicole over such a small matter? Why don’t you consider my position more? What are Nicole and I supposed to do now that you’re leaving?” Seeing that I remained unmoved, he continued with feigned tenderness, “I’ll take care of the photo issue. Aren’t you satisfied with that?” I forcefully shook off his hand and coldly replied, “You don’t need to do that.” He looked incredulous and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t regret this!” I couldn’t be bothered to look at him again and turned to leave. As soon as I got home, my mother called. She anxiously said, “Eleanor, have you seen the news? What’s with that photo? How dare Ian make you put shoes on someone else in public?” Hearing my mother stand up for me, I was touched. Then, I gently reassured her, “Mom, don’t worry. I’ve already broken off the engagement with him. I won’t have anything to do with him anymore.” My mother responded joyfully, “Really? That’s wonderful! I always thought that guy was terrible.” I smiled and said, “Yes. We can also terminate our business partnership with his family.” My mother readily agreed. Just after hanging up, a message from Brad popped up: [A wealthy man from the Chapman family is holding a photography exhibition in New York recently. Would you be interested in going to see it?] My heart immediately raced, and the memory of that photography-loving boy Christmas resurfaced. I promptly changed my ticket to the earliest available. On my way to the station after quickly packing my luggage, Ian kept calling me. I kept hanging up, but it was to no avail. His angry voice came through from the other end of the line: “Eleanor! Are you crazy? Just because reporters criticized you, you want to get revenge on me? Why are you still causing trouble out of jealousy?” I sighed and calmly responded, “I’m not jealous.” But Ian, always arrogant and conceited, stubbornly believed I was just being petulant. “I’ll give you one last chance. Have your family back off immediately, and I can pretend nothing happened.” I hung up directly, not bothering to listen to any more of his nonsense. Looking at the disconnected phone, Ian felt an inexplicable sense of unease. However, he wouldn’t apologize to me first. After all, I had always been the one to admit fault in the past. Three days passed, and I hadn’t called him once. In the past, I would have come back to apologize within a day. Finally, Ian couldn’t hold back anymore and called one of our mutual friends to ask about my situation. When he asked where I was, our friend hesitated. After Ian pressed him repeatedly, the friend reluctantly told the truth. “Eleanor went to New York. She said she was going to find her boyfriend.” At this moment, I’m on the train scrolling through messages from Brad. He told me that Marcus, the wealthy heir of the Chapman family, is passionate about photography. His favorite hobby is venturing deep into remote mountains to capture rare natural wonders. I stare at the photo on my phone screen. The man in the picture has neat, short hair and eyes filled with an otherworldly detachment. For some reason, I find it quite amusing. He looks neither like a privileged rich kid nor like an art-obsessed photographer, but rather like a pastor ready to enter a church at any moment. However, on second thought, I start to feel anxious. I think someone as detached and dispassionate as him would be extremely difficult to approach. How to get close to him becomes a thorny problem. I nervously make my way to the photography exhibition in New York. I had planned to secretly look for Marcus first, but unexpectedly, as soon as I enter one of the exhibition halls, I see a middle-aged man wearing a gold necklace causing trouble. He’s grabbing the collar of a man whose back is to me, shouting, “I said I want to buy your work. Are you deaf?” From where I’m standing, I can clearly see the gold teeth in the middle-aged man’s mouth. But no matter how rudely he yells, the man being grabbed by the collar remains completely unfazed. I can’t help but look around, surprised to find that not a single security guard has come to intervene, and the entire exhibition hall is eerily empty, with no other visitors. Seeing the middle-aged man raise his fist, I can’t stand it anymore. I quickly step forward and shout, “Stop! Do you want to get arrested?” Hearing my words, the man glares at me. “Who do you think you are? This is none of your business!” I wave my phone in front of his eyes and say, “I’ve recorded your little performance. If you don’t want to be detained, stop right now.” The man’s face instantly darkens. He lets go of the other man and lunges toward me to grab my phone. However, this is exactly what I wanted. As he rushes forward, I pull out my stun baton from my bag and jab it into his stomach without hesitation. This guy clearly underestimated me, and with no defense prepared, he immediately convulses from the shock and collapses to the ground. I calmly put away my stun baton. Just as I’m about to leave, I suddenly hear a light male voice from behind me. “Hey.” Without turning around, I wave my hand dismissively. “No need to thank me.” However, the man chuckles. “Who said I was going to thank you? I’m saying you’re in the wrong place.” “What?” The man who had been grabbed by the collar slowly stands up, his back still to me, brushing dust off his clothes as he continues, “Don’t you know? This exhibition hall isn’t open to the public. You and that guy on the floor are both uninvited guests.” Hearing him lump me together with that middle-aged man, I immediately feel my blood boil. “I didn’t see any sign prohibiting entry! Is this how you treat someone who just saved you?” The man suddenly laughs. “Saved me? Come on, stop playing these childish games.” He points toward the entrance and continues, “Can’t you see that huge sign?” Somewhat irritated, I look at the sign by the door. I had seen it when I came in—wasn’t it just reminding visitors not to bring pet dogs inside? I storm over to the entrance to take a closer look and am immediately speechless. Someone had used a marker to crudely add the word “People” before the original “No Dogs Allowed.” Now the complete message reads “No People or Dogs Allowed.” I stand there dumbfounded, at a loss for words. After a long silence, I hear the man’s soft laughter behind me. “Do you see it clearly now?” I have nothing to say and start to walk out with my head down. Then he speaks again, “What’s wrong? Not playing my savior anymore?” I never expected to save a madman. I don’t want to say anything now; I just want to leave quickly and find that rich young man, Marcus. But after taking just a few steps, something makes me glance back. I see a man in loose-fitting overalls leaning against the wall, smiling at me. I freeze instantly because that mocking face belongs to none other than Marcus, the very person I’ve been desperately searching for. He’s been right in front of me, and I failed to recognize him. Our first meeting has turned into such a big misunderstanding. Seeing me frozen in place, Marcus’s eyes flash with interest. He casually gives a hard kick to the unconscious middle-aged man on the floor, then walks up to me and asks, “Tell me, how would you like me to repay you?” I close my eyes, wishing I could go home right now, but thinking about my first love, I force myself to endure. If I could be infatuated with a man like Ian for seven years, then what’s a man like Marcus? He’s the carefully groomed heir of the Chapman family, so I still give him a perfect smile. “May I treat you to a meal?”

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Benjamin Lewis didn’t love me, and his only condition for marrying me was that I would raise his son Ethan for ten years. For these ten years, I gave my heart and soul to his family. But at a family dinner, I accidentally wore Benjamin’s late wife’s old gown. Ethan publicly ordered security to strip it off me and throw me into the alligator pool. I crawled out of the alligator pool covered in wounds, but Ethan viciously kicked me back in. He looked cold, as if watching an entertaining show. “Ms. Ellison was right, you’re just trying to replace my mother. I’ll make you leave my home sooner or later, and you won’t get a penny!” Looking at this child I had raised with blood, sweat, and tears for ten years, I felt utterly desperate. When Benjamin learned about this, he coldly said, “Caroline, you were indeed in the wrong. Don’t try to replace her.” I didn’t cry or make a scene, just smiled calmly and said, “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement has expired. It’s time for me to leave.” ***** The evening pool water was freezing cold. When I struggled out of the alligator pool again, my body was in unbearable pain from the bites, and I nearly fainted. The maids frantically wrapped blankets around my shivering body. Ethan’s face was full of contempt as he arrogantly lifted his chin. “Bitch, I’m just teaching you a lesson this time. You’d better know your place and don’t touch my mother’s things!” Looking at the gown carelessly thrown on the ground, I took a deep breath despite the pain. “If it’s your mother’s most treasured possession, why don’t you cherish it at all?” I raised my head and looked at Ethan with a complex expression, saying, “You’ve learned to lie.” His birth mother’s belongings had always been personally preserved by Benjamin; there was no way it could have appeared in my closet. A flash of panic crossed Ethan’s face. Then, embarrassed and angry, he glared at me and said, “I did not!” With that, he turned and ran away. I silently lowered my head and accepted treatment from the family doctor with the maids’ support. After my wounds were treated, I returned to my room. However, as soon as I pushed open the door, a plate of filthy leftovers was dumped on my head. I was completely soaked, the pungent smell making it impossible to open my eyes. As I struggled to see, Ethan’s triumphant laughter came through: “Hahaha! You’re the bitch who killed my mom. Today I’ll show you the consequences.” My heart shattered instantly. Ethan shoved me hard and ran out the door, laughing. I fell to the ground, my eyes burning with tears. Ten years ago, when I had just returned from studying abroad, Benjamin’s wife passed away from illness. To ensure that the infant Ethan wouldn’t lack maternal love, they found me, a specialist in child psychology. “Caroline, the Lewis family has supported you for so many years, so you must help with this.” So when the Lewis family asked me to marry Benjamin and raise Ethan because of their past kindness, I agreed, setting a ten-year term. During these ten years, I poured my heart and soul into raising Ethan. But losing him happened overnight. After lying on the floor thinking for a long time, I finally managed to stand up and turned to see Benjamin standing in the doorway. Dressed in a crisp suit, his handsome face was filled with complex emotions. Benjamin and Ethan looked very similar, and they were both extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone. Then Benjamin frowned: “I heard about tonight’s incident. Caroline, it’s your fault.” I was stunned and didn’t defend myself. He glanced down at the mess on the floor and sighed helplessly: “Ethan loves his mother very much. Don’t try to replace Penelope. You should know your place.” I smiled self-mockingly. Benjamin slowly took off his suit jacket, but he just stood outside the door, instructing the maid to clean the room. Then, looking at me covered in blood and filth, he coldly said, “Go take a shower. You look too dirty.” I nodded instinctively and went to the bathroom to shower. In the dead of night, Benjamin held me in his arms as usual. His hands roamed freely over my body, his desire growing. But I only felt terrified. Benjamin had always had strong desires. Shortly after our wedding, I became pregnant, but he forced me to go to the hospital. After a medical error, I not only lost that child but also had my uterus removed. Benjamin just coldly said: “Good, now you won’t neglect Ethan after having children of your own.” Since then, Benjamin had vented his desires on me every night. After all, there would never be any accidents again. At this moment, I felt extremely sad. When his hand slipped inside my nightgown again, for the first time in my life, I pushed him away. “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement is complete. Let’s file for divorce tomorrow.”

Benjamin’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening terribly. “Ethan was just joking with you today. He’s only a child—can’t you forgive him as his mother?” His tone carried obvious anger. “This whole thing was your fault to begin with, and I haven’t even pressed the issue. You need to stop throwing tantrums!” The title “mother” left me deeply confused. Years ago, Benjamin had fallen in love with Penelope Leach at first sight in college. After graduation, Benjamin insisted on marrying her despite his family’s opposition, even threatening to take his own life. His family had no choice but to compromise. Unfortunately, fate was cruel. Penelope passed away shortly after giving birth to Ethan. The Lewis family, worried someone might take advantage and marry Benjamin with ulterior motives, forced us into a hasty marriage—no ceremony, no rings. Benjamin felt nothing for me, so why should I waste my life on such a ridiculous commitment? I lowered my head and said quietly, “I’m serious. Our ten-year agreement has expired. “Ethan hates me. My presence here only irritates him.” Benjamin’s brows furrowed, anger flickering in his eyes. “Is this because you don’t have children? In a few years when Ethan is older, you can adopt one.” I certainly wasn’t going to be a fool again by raising someone else’s child. Before I could speak, Benjamin immediately stood up. “Stop being so ungrateful! You’re nothing without the Lewis family!” With that, he slammed the door on his way out. I stood there, a deep weariness washing over me. The next morning, I was awakened by a pain in my forehead. Opening my eyes, I saw Ethan standing smugly by the bed, clutching a toy car. “You bitch! How dare you make my dad angry!” Under my shocked gaze, Ethan sneered, “If you keep hanging around our house, next time I won’t just hit you with a toy car!” After delivering his threat, he turned and left. That toy car was the birthday gift I had given him last year. Years ago, when Benjamin’s mother placed the few-month-old Ethan in my arms, she had said earnestly, “Caroline, we’ve raised you like our own daughter. I hope you’ll treat Ethan the same way.” Yet all these years, though I’ve cared for him as my own, he wishes nothing more than my immediate death. I sat dazed for a while before getting up to wash and go downstairs for breakfast. I still had to attend Ethan’s parent-teacher conference today. However, as soon as I reached the living room, I heard two fierce barks. I froze immediately, seeing Ethan holding the leashes of two massive wolf dogs, smiling at me provocatively. The wolf dogs looked huge and ferocious, eagerly baring their fangs at me, drool dripping from their jaws. My face turned pale, and I didn’t dare move. Ethan knew I was terrified of dogs—he was clearly doing this on purpose. “Ethan, take them outside!” My voice trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat breaking out on my back. Ethan’s smile grew even more arrogant. “Mom, these are my new pets. Let them keep you company for breakfast!” With that, he had someone tie the barking dogs not far from me before sauntering away. I remained frozen for a long time. Only when the butler hurriedly came to take the dogs away did I weakly collapse onto the sofa, my palms drenched in cold sweat. After resting for about fifteen minutes, I suppressed my surging distress and got up to prepare for the parent-teacher conference. However, when I reached the entrance, I discovered the car was gone. The maid nervously explained, “Mrs. Lewis, Young Master Ethan ordered the driver to take him to school. He said you should find your own way there.” Not only that, Ethan had threatened all the maids that if I dared to take another car, he would fire them all. Seeing the pleading looks from the maids around me, I ultimately gave in. I had to walk from the hillside villa to the foot of the mountain, then take a taxi to the school. By the time I reached the classroom, I was already a few minutes late. Before I could enter, I heard Ethan’s hate-filled voice coming from inside. “Caroline seduced my dad for money and got my mom killed. She even pretends to be nice to me!” Under the strange gazes of the parents around, I said helplessly, “Ethan.” Seeing me appear, Ethan immediately shut his mouth, a flash of panic crossing his eyes. However, when he saw the person behind me, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed past me and rushed over. “Ms. Ellison!” Sabrina gently embraced Ethan and gave me a smug smile. “Mrs. Lewis, Ethan insisted I come to his parent-teacher conference. I’m really sorry.” Ethan snorted coldly, “I love Ms. Ellison the most! She’s not annoying like certain people!”

I stood frozen in place. The whispers of parents around me kept reaching my ears. “Is that Caroline? She doesn’t look like such a vicious woman.” “Don’t be fooled by appearances. If she hadn’t done something wrong, why would Mr. Lewis’s son dislike her so much?” “You’re right. That lady next to her is definitely prettier and gentler than Caroline. If I were him, I wouldn’t choose her either.” A flash of satisfaction crossed Sabrina’s eyes. Ethan affectionately pulled her hand to the seats, and even nuzzled his face against her chest like a spoiled child. “Ms. Ellison, after the parent-teacher conference, let’s go play together! I love spending time with you the most. You’re much more fun than those boring people.” I suddenly felt incredibly sad. Back then, Sabrina resembled Penelope, which was why Benjamin hired her as a tutor. She effortlessly won Benjamin and Ethan’s favor. Whenever I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would accuse me of not being as gentle as Sabrina, and that I was just being unreasonable. It was as if Christian and the others had completely forgotten that I had been quietly taking care of them for the past ten Christmases. Ethan made a face at me, full of disdain. “You can leave now. Having Ms. Ellison here is enough.” I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Since Ms. Ellison is with you, I’ll go.” Without lingering any longer, I left the school and contacted a divorce lawyer. I only returned home after receiving the divorce agreement. When I dug out that long-buried prenuptial agreement from the bottom drawer and saw the ten-year Christmas deadline stipulated in it, a wave of pain washed over me. Once I signed it, I would have nothing to do with this place anymore. Just then, my phone rang. It was Benjamin calling. As soon as I answered, his cold voice came through. “I’ve sent you an address. Be there in half an hour.” I agreed indifferently. Looking at the divorce agreement in my hand, I planned to have him sign it. Half an hour later, I arrived at the VIP room of Estelle Restaurant. As soon as I sat down, Benjamin handed me a contract. “Although Ethan isn’t your biological son, you’ve been good to him these past ten years. If you’re worried about growing distant from him in the future, I can give you some company shares to secure your future. I already know about what happened at the parent-teacher conference. After all, Ms. Ellison looks like Penelope, so Ethan’s closeness to her helps him not miss his mother as much.” I shook my head and pushed the contract back. “No need, Mr. Lewis. I appreciate your kindness. Just sign this.” With that, I handed him the divorce agreement I had already signed. When I first married into the Lewis family, I was just a humble woman, even the maids dared to mock me. Now Benjamin finally thought of compensating me, but what meaning did it have? Looking at the divorce agreement, Benjamin was stunned, anger flickering in his eyes. “Are you still upset with Ethan? He’s just a child. Don’t be so stubborn. I’ve already compromised.” Then, Benjamin tore up the agreement and looked at me with displeasure. I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In his eyes, perhaps I should happily accept this contract and continue playing the role of the dutiful wife and mother. But this time, I didn’t want to compromise anymore. Before I could speak, Benjamin’s phone suddenly rang. Sabrina’s tearful voice came from the other end. “Mr. Lewis…” Hearing her cry, Benjamin immediately panicked, with Ethan’s anxious calls in the background. Benjamin quickly got up and rushed home. As soon as he entered, he saw Sabrina sitting on the sofa, pale-faced, holding a painting and a black and white photograph. It was a portrait of Sabrina, but it was marked with a large “DIE” written in blood-red paint. The photograph was clearly an edited “funeral portrait.” Seeing me come back with him, Sabrina immediately burst into tears and cried directly to me, “Mrs. Lewis, I know you don’t like me, but why would you torment me this way?” I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she meant. Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he rushed forward to help Sabrina up. Sabrina leaned against his chest, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Lewis, when Ethan and I returned, I wanted to invite Mrs. Lewis to dinner, but I never expected to see this when I walked in. I’m just a tutor who happens to resemble your late wife. Why does Mrs. Lewis hate me so much?” Benjamin’s face darkened terribly, a vein throbbing at his temple. Then he turned to me and slapped me across the face. “Caroline, I thought you were just being temperamental, but I never imagined you could be this vicious!” A burning pain spread across my face, my ears ringing. Seeing Sabrina in tears, Ethan charged at me like an enraged little animal. “You bitch! Not only did you kill my mom, but you dare to bully Ms. Ellison!” “No…” Before I could explain, Benjamin coldly ordered, “Come here! Drag her outside. Don’t let her back in until she admits her mistake!” When it came to his beloved late wife and the woman he now loved, Benjamin refused to hear any explanation from me. The bodyguards roughly grabbed me and forcibly pushed me down onto the stone pavement outside the villa. “Watch her closely,” Benjamin said coldly before leaving with Sabrina. As heavy rain poured down, my clothes quickly became soaked, and the biting wind made me shiver uncontrollably. I smiled bitterly, never expecting to endure such humiliation even as I was leaving. When the rain stopped, Ethan came skipping over with a lollipop in his mouth. He smirked proudly, “Did you like my gift? Ms. Ellison told me that once Dad gets angry, he’ll hate you!” I was shocked. Looking at his innocent face, I asked softly, “Ethan, do you really hate me that much?” Ethan threw his lollipop at me, where it stuck in my hair before falling to the ground. “Hmph! Ms. Ellison told me that homewreckers like you deserve to be condemned by everyone! If it weren’t for you, how could my mom have died right after giving birth to me?” He deliberately splashed through puddles in front of me, splattering mud all over me. “Listen! A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my mother. Only Ms. Ellison is worthy!” With that, Ethan ran off without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished. The child I had raised with my own hands now despised me to the core. As darkness fell, Benjamin finally came to check on me. Seeing my miserable state, his eyes showed a hint of sadness, but he still said coldly, “Have you learned your lesson? Consider this a warning. Go back inside. I’ll have the family doctor examine you.” I remained silent, staggering to my feet and returning to the bedroom to retrieve the divorce papers I had prepared. After signing my name, I handed them to him. “Mr. Lewis, my mind is made up. Please sign.” After all, once I left, the Lewis household would soon have a new mistress. Benjamin’s face darkened as he glared at me angrily. “Caroline, you did something so despicable out of jealousy toward Sabrina. I’ve already forgiven you, but you still want to make a scene, is that it?” He snatched the divorce papers and carelessly signed his name. Then he threw the papers at my feet. “Fine. Let’s see how arrogant you really are! Where will you go after leaving the Lewis family? Once you leave, don’t ever come back.” After these harsh words, Benjamin stormed out of the room. I picked up the divorce papers from the floor, unable to hold back my tears. I could finally leave, no longer at anyone’s mercy. I quickly packed my bags and left Benjamin’s house without hesitation. After hailing a taxi, I simply told the driver, “To the airport.”

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I, Daniel Campbell, was kidnapped on Christmas, and when I returned home, I discovered my parents had adopted a new child. To prevent me from targeting their adopted child, Roy Campbell, my parents sent me to a popular reality TV show that disciplines troubled teenagers. Every day I had to fight with pigs for food, compete for sleeping space, and be brainwashed by instructors before bed, forced to repeat praises about my parents and Roy a hundred times. Whenever I made a mistake, I was stripped naked and whipped countless times on camera, and had to slap myself until Director Nathan Adams was satisfied. After the show finished filming, I finally became the good child and brother my parents wanted me to be. But on the day of the show’s release event, when I jumped from the top of the TV station building, my parents broke down. ***** “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.” I knelt before my parents on the doorstep, mechanically repeating the pledge I had practiced many times. “I know I was wrong. I swear I’ll be good to Roy from now on. Everything will prioritize Roy. Roy is the best, Roy comes first, Roy is more important than my life.” As soon as I finished, Director Nathan Adams’ voice rang out. He shouted, “Cut!” The reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers had finally wrapped up. After Nathan announced the end, I remained numbly kneeling on the ground. My parents joyfully shook Nathan’s hand in gratitude. “Thank you so much for teaching Daniel. When the show airs, we’ll make sure all our relatives and friends watch it.” Nathan smiled and looked at me, saying, “Daniel, make sure you get along well with your family from now on!” As he came over to help me stand, I turned pale at his outstretched hand and shrank back. Nathan’s hand froze in mid-air. My father, Jason Campbell, immediately scolded me, “What kind of attitude is that?” I remained silent, so Nathan put his arm around my shoulders and said cheerfully, “It’s fine, it’s fine. The boy probably just doesn’t want to leave us!” After saying this, he patted my back firmly twice and stared at me, saying, “Just remember how good we’ve been to you.” I couldn’t help but nod tremblingly. After the crew left, my parents led me into the house. As soon as we entered, I noticed Roy rolling his eyes when he saw me. But when my parents looked at him, he immediately pretended to be excited and ran over. “Daniel, I’ve missed you so much! You’ve been gone for so long. Let me show you your room!” Without waiting for my response, he dragged me into the room. As soon as the door closed, he revealed his true face. With malice, he said, “Why did you come back? It would’ve been better if you’d died in that place.” I was already used to seeing him like this. Years ago, when the police first brought me home from the village where I’d been trafficked, he had already been telling me to get out of the house when my parents weren’t around. Yet I’m the one who’s my parents’ biological son. Seeing that I had no reaction to him like a wooden doll, Roy smirked. The next second, he slapped himself across the face and fell to the ground. His cries filled the room. “Dad! Mom! Help me!” My parents quickly rushed in. Seeing the handprint on Roy’s face, Jason became furious and kicked me to the ground. He said, “What have you learned? You still dare to bully Roy? I shouldn’t have brought you back!” My mother, Maria Campbell, held Roy in her arms and looked at me with disappointment. “Roy has been so good to you. How could you treat him like this?” Jason pulled out his phone in front of me. “I’m calling your instructor right now to see if they can take you back.” My mind went blank when I heard his words. It was because of Roy’s recommendation that my parents had sent me to participate in this reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers. During filming, I was treated like an animal. The production team arranged for me to rest in a pigsty, making me compete with pigs for food under the pretext of teaching me hardship. At night, I had to sleep in the corner of the pigsty. Before sleeping, I had to kneel at the instructor’s feet and listen to his brainwashing about how wonderful my parents and Roy were. I couldn’t resist, or I would be stripped naked, tied to a bench, and whipped with an iron whip covered in barbs. After the whipping, I had to slap myself on camera until Nathan was satisfied. Recalling these experiences, I immediately knelt down and began desperately banging my head on the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have bullied Roy. It’s my fault, it’s all my fault!” I kept banging my head, not daring to stop even when my forehead started bleeding.

Seeing me continuously kowtowing, my parents stood there in shock. Finally, Maria, unable to bear it any longer, came over to help me up. Roy suddenly sobbed, “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Daniel. It’s my fault for making him hate me so much that he wants to hurt himself.” Jason’s face immediately darkened with anger. “You’ve done nothing wrong. He was the one who bullied you first.” He walked over and yanked me up from the ground. “Stop wasting time here. I’ve made an appointment to get clothes made. Hurry up.” In the mall, I carefully scanned the clothes in the store, not daring to touch anything. Jason glanced at my shabby appearance with disgust. He pointed at me and said to the store clerk, “Find him some decent clothes. He’s embarrassing me looking like this.” The clerk, holding a size chart, asked, “What size does your son usually wear?” My parents simultaneously turned their heads away, looking awkward. I had been brought back home not long ago and immediately sent to the rehabilitation program, still wearing my old tattered clothes. Of course they didn’t know my size. As the clerk approached me with a measuring tape, Roy raised his phone toward me from the side. In an instant, the scene before my eyes changed. I seemed to be back in that hellish village, with my foster father from the show walking toward me with a cattle whip, smiling menacingly. “Stay away!” I pushed the clerk away in terror. My vision blurred, and I ran like a headless fly. The mannequins in the clothing store now looked like the villagers who had surrounded me, each one fierce and menacing, holding torture instruments. My parents were startled by my sudden outburst and moved forward to grab me. But in my eyes, these people were all demons. To avoid being beaten, I could only run desperately. Most of the clothes in the store were knocked to the floor, trampled and soiled by me. The store manager, seeing this, was about to call the police. Finally, everyone cornered me in the fitting room, and the chaos finally ended. Jason slapped me hard across the face. “Are you insane?” My head jerked to the side from the blow, half my face numb with pain. I slowly turned my head back, seeing expressions of extreme disgust on my parents’ faces. Outside the store, many passersby had gathered to watch. “Which mental hospital let this patient out?” “How terrifying. If he’s sick, he should stay in the hospital. Why come out and harm others?” As the criticism from onlookers intensified, my parents quickly took me away. Back home, Jason threw me into my room. “You worthless piece of trash! Did you deliberately embarrass us in public to get revenge? Stay in your room and think about what you’ve done!” I knelt down skillfully, slightly bowing my back. They didn’t know that in the show, kneeling was the most basic thing, not even considered a punishment. After some time, Roy’s voice came from outside the door. “You’re still bringing him food? He humiliated our entire family, so he doesn’t get dinner tonight. Don’t give him water either. He won’t die from going hungry for one night.” I curled up in pain. Since returning from filming the show, I hadn’t eaten for two days. My stomach twisted with sharp pains. I needed to eat something. Looking around, I finally found a notebook on the bookshelf. Without thinking, I tore out pages, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into my mouth. My throat burned with pain, but I was too hungry to care. The next day, I was awakened by the smell of food coming from outside. My parents were talking with someone. “Isn’t Daniel back home? Why hasn’t he come out for breakfast?” Maria replied with resignation, “He’s probably still sleeping. This child has always been so inconsiderate. I’ll call him out now.” Soon, my bedroom door opened. “Daniel, it’s time to eat,” she said. I dragged my trembling legs out of the room and saw the dining table filled with various dishes and guests. I looked at Maria. “Am I allowed to eat now?” Maria found this strange. “Of course you can eat. You’re talking as if we don’t let you eat…” Before she could finish, she saw me rush into the kitchen and eagerly devour the contents of the garbage bin. But the kitchen was full of food waste. Everyone watched in disbelief as I stuffed fish scales, rotten vegetable leaves, and eggshells into my mouth, their expressions extremely uncomfortable.

Jason’s face turned ashen as he grabbed my collar with one hand and yanked me up. “Who taught you to eat this garbage?” He slapped me hard across the face, fuming, “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?” I didn’t react, numbly swallowing the “food” in my mouth. Maria tried to approach but stopped, repelled by the fishy stench clinging to me. She sensed something was wrong and looked at me with concern. “Daniel, what’s wrong with you?” Just then, a relative spoke up, “Is this Daniel? How did such a good kid end up like this? Eating garbage… those traffickers are worse than animals!” That comment froze my parents’ expressions. They had always deliberately avoided mentioning my kidnapping. Back then, during an argument about getting rid of their child, they abandoned me at the neighborhood dumpster, and I was actually taken by traffickers. Unwilling to admit their mistake, they quickly adopted Roy, pretending nothing had happened. Only now did they realize the problem. Jason unconsciously released me, and I dropped back to the ground. But I still felt hungry and crawled back to pick up the unfinished garbage. When Maria tried to stop me, I thought she was someone from the show and bit down hard. Maria screamed, clutching her bleeding hand in horror. “You bit me?” Roy came over and sheltered Maria behind him, glaring at me with disgust. “How could you do that to Maria!” The relative who had just defended me fell silent, looking at me like I was a monster. Jason could no longer control his anger and kicked me away. Pointing at me on the ground, he shouted, “You dare to attack your mother? I don’t have a son like you!” My throat was too dry to speak, and I swallowed the apology that had reached my lips. The gathering ended unpleasantly. To make me reflect on my actions, Jason locked me in the storage room this time. In the dark, cramped space, I instinctively tried to curl up in a corner. The next moment, my foot hit a box. I fell hard, knocking over the box and scattering its contents across the floor. Panic swept over me. If my parents discovered I’d made another mistake, they would truly abandon me! Fighting down my fear, I slowly moved to the door and turned on the light. As the room brightened, I saw what had spilled out—my childhood toys and clothes. At the bottom of the box was a family photo of the three of us, everyone looking happy. On the back was a handwritten note from Maria: [Forever loving my baby Daniel.] Tears fell uncontrollably as I clutched the photo tightly. I thought they had thrown everything away long ago. So my parents hadn’t given up on me; they still loved me… A faint hope rose in my heart. If I told them the truth about what happened to me during the show’s filming, maybe they would understand me. But just then, I heard my parents’ voices outside the door. Jason spoke with frustration, “I really don’t know what to do with him anymore. How did we end up with such a troublemaker? He’d have been better off not coming back!” Maria said, “Don’t say that. He’s still our child.” Hearing Maria’s voice, my eyes flickered with emotion. Then Jason raised his voice, “He’s nothing like Roy. I wish Roy was our only child. Daniel does nothing but cause problems. Roy always thinks about the family, while Daniel just rejects him, making everyone miserable!” Maria sighed deeply, “I’ve also wondered if we should send him away… How about this—tomorrow at the show’s premiere, let’s ask Nathan if he can train him some more. We’ll pay whatever it costs.” My last remaining hope for survival was extinguished by Maria’s words. I collapsed on the floor, staring numbly at the door, realizing I had been delusional. My parents had long forgotten about me, just as our family memories were carelessly tossed into the storage room. Early the next morning, my parents let me out and dressed me in clean clothes. I stared vacantly, showing no reaction whatsoever. Roy still expressed concern, “What if Daniel suddenly tries to hurt someone on the way?” Hearing this, Jason immediately found a rope and tied my hands. Throughout it all, I didn’t resist or say a single word. After getting in the car, Maria seemed uneasy but didn’t dare come near me. “Daniel, today’s event is very important. Will you behave?” I kept my head down, staring at the rope on my hands without answering. Jason scoffed, “Such a poorly raised child.” The car drove all the way to the television station downtown, where Nathan came specially to greet our family. He approached us with a broad smile. “I’m counting on you all to help promote our premiere today!” Jason replied, “Of course, but we need to ask for your help too. Daniel still hasn’t broken some bad habits and needs more rehabilitation.” Nathan’s smile deepened. “No problem, you can rehabilitate him for as long as you want!” After chatting briefly, Nathan’s assistant rushed over. “We’re about to start. Please bring the guests in now!” Because there were cameras inside, my parents finally untied the rope from my hands. Once inside, I spotted many familiar faces amid the flashing lights. The instructors who had treated me like an animal sat in the honored guests’ section. My parents, upon hearing these were the instructors who had “taken care” of me on the show, dragged me over to thank them. Jason told me, “Thank them now.” I felt like throwing up. When I didn’t move, Jason pushed my head down in a bow. “Say something!” he demanded. I opened my mouth but couldn’t hold back and vomited, instantly soiling my clean clothes. Jason’s expression darkened. He wanted to scold me but restrained himself because of the many cameras around. Nathan quickly had someone take me to the bathroom to change clothes. This was just a minor incident, and the premiere continued as planned. From backstage, I could hear Nathan speaking eloquently. He said, “Our production team has carefully documented the growth and transformation of each troubled youth. Our instructors have been consistently responsible, supervising the rehabilitation of every bad child.” Then I heard my parents being invited on stage. They said, “We thank the production team and Nathan for giving our child a new lease on life!” Hearing them say this, I laughed bitterly to myself and turned to walk toward the stairwell. ***** The host announced enthusiastically, “Now, let’s welcome the successfully rehabilitated youth, Daniel Campbell!” Applause erupted, but I was nowhere to be seen on stage. Nathan looked displeased and was about to send someone to find me when his phone rang. He answered it, and his assistant’s panicked voice came through. “Nathan, that kid just jumped from the TV station’s rooftop!”

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At a plane crash memorial service, I fell in love with Ian Whitman, the hero pilot’s son. I worked tirelessly to get into the Air Traffic Control Bureau and spent three whole Christmases comforting him, trying to soothe his grief over losing his father. Finally, on the fourth Christmas, he proposed to me. The day before our wedding, I took time off to try on my wedding dress, but Ian never showed up at the bridal shop. I only received a message. [I’m busy today. I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.] While I was waiting with excitement, that night three passenger planes accidentally flew into a thunderstorm zone. After the planes returned, I was blamed for the incident despite not being on duty. At the hearing, a colleague presented false evidence claiming I had made a mistake, and everyone believed it. Ian was my only witness. But when he walked in, he delivered the fatal blow. He said, “I am Kelly’s boyfriend. That day I told her I wanted to break up, and she threatened the safety of three planes to blackmail me…” I realized then that this was the surprise he had mentioned. Later, my father Felix Edwards committed suicide. My mother Carol Edwards went to prison for debt. I was cyberbullied and injured. Only then did I understand that he had meticulously planned his revenge, all because he mistakenly believed that Felix, as an air traffic controller that Christmas, had caused his father’s death. In the end, I was tortured to death, losing my unborn child. And Kelly went insane. ***** “Kelly, stop slacking and take drinks to the VIP booth!” When supervisor Yohan slammed the drink tray against me, I was kneeling on the cold floor, doubled over with stomach pain. Even though my period wasn’t due, my lower abdomen kept hurting. “Hurry up! You deserve a beating!” Yohan continued to rush me. I could only stand up despite the pain, straighten my uniform, and carry the drinks to the booth. The mix of perfume and cigarette smoke made me dizzy. When I saw who was inside, I started trembling involuntarily. This was the first time I’d seen Ian since our falling out. Besides him and Tiffany Reed, there were over a dozen men and women in the booth. They were raising their glasses in celebration. “Congratulations to Mr. Whitman for finally getting revenge and making the Edwards family pay for what they did!” Everyone looked at me with mockery and anticipation. Ian glanced at me and continued drinking expressionlessly. Tiffany, sitting beside him, laughed out loud. She said, “I heard Kelly makes quite a bit in one night, but I didn’t expect her to get so fat.” Her voice snapped me back to reality. She was elegantly dressed, and her slender waist made me look even heavier by comparison. Tiffany pulled out some cash and placed it on the table, saying, “Come pour drinks for us. I’ll tip you.” Despite her humiliation, I smiled as I poured their drinks. Ian snapped at me, “Get out!” I pretended not to hear him and continued swirling the bottle until I finished my performance, then reached for the money. He smashed his glass and said, “You have no shame! Get out!” Ian looked at me with disgust. He spoke so loudly that Yohan rushed in and yelled at me, “Idiot! Mr. Whitman is our new boss! Bring new drinks and apologize to him!” As I staggered back carrying the heavy new bottle, someone stuck out their foot and tripped me. The bottle shattered on the floor, splashing liquor onto Ian’s pants. Yohan slapped me hard across the face, repeatedly winking at Ian while apologizing profusely. He said, “What’s wrong with you? This is Mr. Whitman’s celebration! Apologize to Mr. Whitman!” They were celebrating the destruction of my family, yet I was expected to apologize to them. Seeing my silence, Yohan grabbed my hair and threw me onto the broken glass, kicking my hands. “Clean this up! Apologize!” My knees and hands were cut by the glass, but I still refused to apologize. The next second, Yohan was pinned against the wall by Ian, who punched him. Ian said, “I won’t allow you to touch her. Get out!” After Yohan fled, Ian came over and looked down at me, saying, “You acted so high and mighty when your license was revoked, but now you’re so pathetic. Of course, with a murderer for a father, you couldn’t possibly be a good person.” I said, “Ian, I’ve lost everything. Won’t you ever let me go?” Ian frowned, his response interrupted by my painful groan. I tried to stand up awkwardly, but the pain in my lower abdomen intensified, and I felt nauseous. Remembering that my periods had been irregular lately, I suddenly became worried.

I gripped the edge of the sofa, fighting back the urge to vomit. “I don’t feel well, Ian. I need to go to the hospital…” Ian stared at me gravely. In that moment, I remembered how Ian once carried me on his back through three blocks to the hospital in the middle of the night. Tiffany swirled her drink, stepping on my hand with her high heel as she mockingly said, “First you forged medical records, and now you’re faking illness? Looks like you inherited your father’s con artistry.” Ian coldly replied, “You haven’t paid your debt to me. You deserve the pain. You’re not going anywhere today.” I felt helpless. It was only a few months ago that I discovered his revenge was motivated by what happened when Felix was on Christmas duty. There had been a scheduling error that caused a catastrophic plane crash that shocked the nation. The passenger jet crashed with no survivors. The pilot was Ian’s father, Noah Whitman. During the accident investigation, Ian’s mother, Debra Green, jumped from a building and killed herself. No one believed Felix was innocent, including Ian, which was why he meticulously planned his revenge against me. After my license was revoked, Felix lost his mind and took his own life during a moment of clarity. Because I owed massive compensation, Carol secretly borrowed money to pay it off, but ended up in prison when debt collectors came after her. This was exactly what Ian wanted. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. Seeing my expression, Tiffany angrily slapped me across the face. “You knew your father ruined Ian’s entire family, yet you deliberately got close to him and arranged for his plane to crash. Do you hate him that much?” I had no strength to argue. Then I noticed the sparkling ring on her finger. It was my mother’s ring, which had been left to me. I never found it when I left. So Ian had given it to Tiffany. I said, “Give me back my ring.” Ian took the ring off Tiffany’s finger and tossed it into an ice bucket. “If you want it, get it yourself.” I knelt among the broken glass, searching for the ring, my heart aching terribly. Ian had been acting for four Christmases, but my love for him was real. I still wanted to explain one more time. “Ian, about the Christmas incident…” Suddenly, my phone vibrated frantically in my apron pocket. It was a call from the prison. The prison administrator said, “Kelly, your mother has suffered a heart attack. We need a family member…” I lunged toward the door, but security guards pinned me against the liquor cabinet. I begged, “Let me go! Please. My mom will die!” Ian signaled the guards to release me. I grabbed his pant leg and said, “I’ll accept any punishment, but my mother needs emergency care…” Tiffany said coldly, “Their family has connections at the hospital. Her mother’s in prison, she can’t go to the hospital.” Ian looked at me coldly and said, “During Christmas, my father’s body drifted at sea for three days, and my mother jumped from the seventeenth floor. No one saved them.” I hugged his legs, repeating, “Please.” He kicked my hands away and kicked me in the chest. I doubled over in pain, but he just smiled and said, “Why are you crying? Didn’t you anticipate this when you approached me?” I shook my head tearfully and quickly crawled toward the door. Ian grabbed my hair and held me down, saying, “Today is my celebration. There are 114 bottles of alcohol here, exactly the number of deaths in the plane crash.” Someone smashed a box of liquor against my back. Ian said, “If you want to leave, first atone for your father’s sins. Finish all this alcohol, and I’ll let you go to the hospital.” Ian knew perfectly well that I suffered from chronic stomach pain and that doctors had warned me not to drink. Thinking of Carol, I ignored my abdominal pain and grabbed bottle after bottle without hesitation. When I finished the thirtieth bottle, my phone vibrated again. I answered with trembling hands, only to hear the long beep of a heart monitor. The doctor announced helplessly, “We couldn’t do anything. Her condition was delayed too long.”

The phone was hung up. I sat on the floor clutching the broken bottle and said, “Ian, my mom is dead.” I never even got to see Carol’s last moments. Ian just scoffed, saying, “I don’t believe a word you say.” I closed my eyes slowly in grief. Seeing me like this, Ian felt an inexplicable unease. “You…” he was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. Ian glanced at his phone and stepped out to take the call. The door to the private room closed, and Ian’s figure disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Inside, Tiffany picked up the ring and threw it out the window, then lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. She said, “The celebration isn’t over yet.” She turned to the group of men with a smile and said, “Kelly owes over three million dollars. Each of you can have her for one million dollars per time.” I shrank back, my lower back hitting the wine cabinet. Red wine poured down from above, soaking my clothes. I heard the sound of belt buckles being undone. Those men tore at my collar, saying, “This is the most beautiful woman at the Christmas Air Traffic Control! Let me taste…” “No!” I bit hard on a hand reaching for me, only to be slapped across the face. The man said, “Bitch! You’re just Mr. Whitman’s used plaything!” Tiffany leaned against the table, laughing and recording video. The camera flash made it impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Ian punched the man. His nose broke with a scream. Slapped across the face, Tiffany fell to the ground holding her cheek. Ian withdrew his hand and said with a cold smile, “I don’t need you to avenge me.” Tiffany lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve, explaining, “Ian, she offered to sell herself to pay off her debt. Everyone here can testify.” Everyone knew about Tiffany and Ian’s relationship, and they all nodded in agreement. Ian angrily turned and grabbed my throat, saying, “Kelly, are you really this cheap?” I was thrown onto the sofa by Ian. He took off his belt and tossed it on the floor, forcing my trembling legs apart with his knee. He said, “You want money, right? I’ll buy you for tonight.” “Ian, do you really want to humiliate me this much?” I protected my body and said sadly, “I might be pregnant…” Tiffany gasped dramatically, “You sleep around without protection? Do you even know who the father is?” Ian asked in surprise, “Whose is it?” I begged, “It really hurts, please let me go.” While we were at a standstill, Tiffany suddenly shouted, “Oh my God, there’s blood on her dress!” Everyone in the room laughed, and someone took out their phone to take pictures. Tiffany looked at the bloodstain on my dress and smiled, “Ian, I’m a woman too. That’s just menstrual blood! She can’t possibly be pregnant. Kelly truly is a murderer’s daughter, always lying.” Ian calmed down and said with a mocking smile, “Kelly, you don’t deserve to be pregnant. Your bloodline should end with you.” Tiffany called for some soup to be brought in, saying, “Kelly, have some corn chowder.” She deliberately poured the soup on me. I was burned. Soon, the scalding corn chowder was forced down my throat. Tiffany whispered in my ear, “Whether you’re pregnant or not, this is abortion medicine.” I cried, on the verge of breakdown, shouting, “Ian, I’m sorry…” Due to the severe pain in my abdomen, I broke into a cold sweat and vomited blood. Ian stepped back in disgust, saying, “So filthy. Lock her in the bathroom and clean her up.” I was dragged into the bathroom by a group of people. My head hit the sink hard, causing it to bleed. Despite the headache, I only felt the abdominal pain almost consuming me. It was only at this moment that I clearly felt a small life slipping away… I suddenly burst into tears. The door was locked from the outside. I desperately banged on the soundproof door, struggling frantically, writing “help” with my blood. I vaguely heard Ian asking questions. Tiffany smiled and answered, “Kelly just had some red wine. She’s always been healthy. She’ll be fine.” Outside, the festivities resumed. Tiffany asked in a sweet voice, “Ian, can we have roses at our wedding?” Congratulatory voices drowned out my insignificant cries for help. Ian replied, “You decide.” I felt the pain in my abdomen intensifying, and my consciousness growing weaker. I lay curled up on the floor, clutching my stomach tightly. I thought, “Ian, I finally don’t owe you anything. Let’s not meet in the next life.” By the time blood flowed out under the door, there was no sound coming from inside.

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Once again discovering my wife Emily Wilson’s intimate conversations with her advisor, I went to her school to confront them. Her father said I was worthless, and her brother said I deserved it. I wanted a divorce, but Emily threatened me with our son. For our son’s sake, I chose to endure. I endured for a lifetime. Emily, whom I served my entire life, eventually became a professor and lived happily ever after. Meanwhile, I worked hard all my life only to be despised by my son, dying alone and sick in a rented apartment. I’ve returned to the day I asked for a divorce. ***** After a flash of white light, I opened my eyes again. Emily was ordering me around with contempt, not at all like the educated woman she claimed to be. She said, “You worthless man, what are you trying to do? I’m my advisor’s favorite student. We’re discussing academics, and here you are throwing a tantrum? You’re incompetent and paranoid. Even if I were having an affair, it would be because you drove me to it!” Emily spoke about cheating as if it were perfectly justified, showing no remorse or guilt, making it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. Emily’s brother, Noah Wilson, said dismissively, “Then divorce Emily. She’s a PhD, about to become a university professor. You’re just a taxi driver. You’re lucky Emily married you. How dare you ruin Emily’s reputation? I’m going to teach you a lesson today.” With that, he tried to kick me. I quickly dodged, but still crashed into a garbage can. Foul-smelling trash covered my entire body. Feeling the slippery floor beneath me, I was filled with grief and anger. I stood up despite the pain and locked eyes with Emily. Her gaze was filled with undisguised disgust. I looked at her and said coldly, “Let’s get a divorce.” Emily calmly replied, “Fine by me. I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time.” I said, “Good. Tomorrow we’ll go to a law firm to draft the divorce agreement.” Emily looked at me confidently and said, “The money and Ethan are mine. You’re uneducated. He can’t live with you.” It was happening again. The first time I discovered her affair, I asked for a divorce. She knew our son Ethan Turner was my weakness. My parents wouldn’t allow me to give up Ethan. Emily’s father, Yohan Wilson, was about to say something, but Noah stopped him. They all knew I would endure anything for Ethan. But after living through one lifetime, I had seen through their true nature, including Ethan’s. In this life, I would never compromise myself for anyone again. Just like before, I left without saying another word. Before closing the door, I heard Emily mockingly say, “See? This coward won’t divorce me!” I smirked coldly, not caring about her words, and immediately started packing when I got home. Not long after we got married, I had been living in the basement. Emily complained that I woke up too early and wouldn’t let me go upstairs. To earn more money and to let her rest well, I didn’t object and moved to the basement. The basement had only one small window, and it was dark even with the lights on. It was very damp. I developed rheumatism at a young age. Meanwhile, Emily enjoyed the master bedroom upstairs and even moved her entire family in. Thinking about all this, I could only pity my former self. I no longer wanted to live in the basement.

I was carrying my small suitcase upstairs when no one was home yet. Emily was probably still at the university, dating her advisor under the pretense of research. Yohan and Noah were likely gambling somewhere. This apartment was bought for me by my parents. They spent their life savings to buy me this apartment, yet I was living in poverty. The apartment wasn’t very spacious, with only two bedrooms. Emily and Ethan occupied the master bedroom, while Yohan and Noah stayed in the second bedroom. I cleared out Yohan and Noah’s belongings from the second bedroom and piled them in the living room. Ethan came home and said with disdain, “Why aren’t you out driving to make money at this hour? What are you doing at home?” I stared at Ethan, who had abandoned me in a rental apartment without support in my previous life, and didn’t answer. Uncomfortable with my staring, Ethan angrily shouted at me, “No wonder your grandfather keeps telling you to get divorced. My mom deserves better.” Then he went into the master bedroom. Through the crack in the door, I could see Emily’s various cosmetics, handbags, and jewelry in the room. All those were bought with my money. I had the receipts to prove it. She earned more than twice my salary from her research project at the university, yet she never spent a penny on our household. I clenched my fists and smirked coldly. Soon after, footsteps sounded at the door. Yohan and Noah must have won some money; I could hear their laughter before they even opened the door. When they entered and saw their belongings piled in the living room and me sitting on the sofa, they immediately became angry. “Mark, what’s wrong with you? Why did you move our stuff out here?” Noah yelled at me. I replied coldly, “I said I’m divorcing Emily. This apartment is mine. You all need to move out.” I ignored him and continued moving things from the second bedroom. Seeing my unusual behavior, Noah stopped yelling at me. Yohan called Emily, saying loudly, “Emily, come home right away!” His voice was intentionally loud for me to hear. Seeing his childish behavior, I laughed sarcastically without arguing back. They watched with anticipation, not stopping me as I continued moving their things. Yohan and Noah were furious but helpless as they watched their clothes being thrown on the floor. Soon the second bedroom was completely cleared out. I had filled half the living room with their belongings. Then I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, ignored the astonished Ethan, and lay directly on the bed. “So comfortable!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. In my previous life, I never got to sleep in such a comfortable bed until I died. Being too exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept before I heard Noah’s voice outside the door. He said, “Emily, look at all this stuff. He’s completely lost it! As soon as he got home, he moved all our things out. Does he not want me and Dad living here? Is he trying to kick us out?” It must be Emily who had returned. I ignored them and continued sleeping. “Who said you could sleep here? Get up now!” Emily entered the bedroom. I roared angrily, “Why should I? This is my apartment, and I’ll sleep wherever I want!” She snapped, “This bed is too expensive for a driver like you.” I said, “No matter how expensive this bed is, I paid for it with my own money.” My eyes glanced at the bags and cosmetics in the room. Emily followed my gaze and looked inside. She said nervously, “So you moved my dad’s things out of the bedroom because you want them to leave? Mark, what did my father do to offend you that you want to kick them out?” I said, “I have every right to ask them to leave. If they don’t want to go, they need to pay for their Christmas accommodation and food!” Seeing my firm attitude, Emily angrily slapped me across the face. That’s when I noticed the red mark on her neck. I demanded, “What’s that?” I stared at her neck. Emily looked uncomfortable and brushed it off, “I accidentally burned myself during an experiment. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that at the university today. I’m sorry. You can sleep here tonight. Ethan and I will sleep in the second bedroom. My dad and Noah will stay in the basement.” Before I could ask anything else, Emily turned and left. Her sudden change in attitude surprised me. I knew perfectly well that the red mark was evidence of her affair. The room fell silent again as I calmly thought about my next steps. Emily’s concession was just a temporary measure because I had caught her red-handed, and she wanted to prevent me from asking more questions. Knowing Noah and Yohan’s personalities, they would definitely resist moving to the basement. I was determined to get a divorce and wouldn’t give Emily any of my assets. “What? I’m supposed to sleep in the basement? No way. Emily, are you really letting that coward move back in?” Emily said, “Lower your voice!” While I was still deep in thought, Noah’s angry voice rang out again. I walked toward the door, wanting to hear more of their conversation. But when they heard my footsteps, they lowered their voices. I lit a cigarette. Before I could finish smoking, Ethan opened the door and said, “Dad, I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.” “I’m tired. Let your mom and the others cook. Just don’t bother me,” I replied impatiently. I thought cynically, “Now Ethan remembers me. I work so hard every day, and he still blames me. Yohan and Noah would never take care of him!” Ethan cried, “If you won’t cook for me, I don’t want you as my dad anymore. I want George to be my dad!” I wondered, “Could George be Emily’s advisor? When did they meet? Has Emily been secretly taking Ethan to see her advisor?” Confused, I was about to ask when Emily pulled Ethan away. She said, “Ethan, don’t talk nonsense. Your dad is too tired today, don’t bother him. Your grandfather will cook tonight.” Emily winked at Yohan. Yohan reluctantly shot me an angry look before heading to the kitchen. I coldly closed the door, locked it, and ignored them. But Emily’s unusual behavior still made me suspicious. I had planned to sleep through, but due to habit, I woke up at six in the morning. I was about to go drive when, as I was preparing to open the basement door, I heard Noah and Yohan talking. “Noah, is Emily really getting divorced? Where will we live after that? Who will we get money from?” “Dad, don’t worry. Emily said yesterday they won’t get divorced. Mark loved Ethan so much before, he won’t agree to a divorce. This is temporary. He was acting crazy yesterday, even yelling at Ethan!” “Keep your voice down.” “Emily secretly told me that in a few days, she’ll find a way to change the ownership of this apartment to Ethan’s name. Mark loves Ethan so much, he’ll definitely agree. Then he’ll have to take care of us for the rest of our lives.” So that’s what they were planning. Suppressing my anger, I left quietly. Just as I reached the front door, I ran into Emily who was about to go out. She asked with concern, “Where are you going so early?” I answered, “I went to buy cigarettes. If you have time, let’s go file for divorce. You all can stay here for now. Once you find a place, move out. I won’t charge you rent.” Emily’s face turned pale. “Mark, are you really going to push me this far?”

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My husband Zachary Lewis’s first love, Wendy Stewart, snuck off to a dance hall, but she was drugged and brutally assaulted. After disappearing for a year, she returned with her son Oscar. Immediately after, Zachary dragged me to file for divorce. “They’re vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of now. I can’t heartlessly watch Wendy suffer, so I’m going to accept her child.” Holding my son, I calmly signed the divorce papers. In my previous life, I refused to divorce him at all costs, and I even publicly exposed Wendy Stewart’s affair with my husband. As a result, Wendy endured contempt and abuse until she abandoned Oscar and left town in anger. Unfortunately, she died on the train she took when she left. When Zachary heard about her death, his face showed no emotion. However, a month later, he stood by coldly as I was drugged and raped. Then, he reported me for destroying a military marriage and falsely claimed my child was illegitimate. Only when he drove my child and me to our deaths did I realize how much he had grown to hate me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day we signed our divorce agreement. ***** “Wendy isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since childhood and needs a man to take care of her.” I had just regained my senses when Zachary’s deep voice reached my ears. In front of me lay the divorce agreement and a pen, while my son Robin Lewis slept peacefully in my arms. I instantly realized I had been reborn, returning to the day Zachary forced me to divorce him. Robin’s body was still warm, no longer as cold as when he died in my arms from a heart attack in my previous life. I choked up and signed my name on the divorce agreement without hesitation. “Don’t forget the fifty dollars monthly child support for Robin.” “You…” Perhaps Zachary hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly turned into a relieved smile. After seven years of marriage, this was the first time I’d seen him with such an expression. He carefully tucked away the divorce agreement. “Lydia, I’ll thank you on Wendy’s behalf. “Once I get them settled, we’ll remarry. Remember not to tell anyone the real reason for our divorce.” Robin’s monthly support equaled half of Zachary’s salary, and he agreed so quickly because he made me admit to having a hereditary mental illness. Zachary used this absurd reason for our divorce simply to avoid any negative association with Wendy. I gave a self-mocking smile. “Fine.” The sky was growing dark, and huge hailstones pounded the ground. Zachary and I walked out together, but he rushed ahead and got into the car first. I was shivering from the cold. Just as I was about to open the car door, I heard him say, “Oscar wants to celebrate my divorce by going to the zoo to see tigers. You’re a mother too, so please understand.” With that, Zachary drove off in his Jeep, as if afraid I might chase after him. The hail pelted painfully against my body, and I was nearly suffocating from the cold. With no other option, I wrapped Robin tightly in my coat and carefully made my way back. As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I saw those gossipy neighbors huddled under the carport. When they spotted me, their eyes immediately filled with contempt and disdain. I held my breath and quickened my pace, hurrying with Robin back to our apartment, but just then, they suddenly smashed a rotten egg hard against my head. “She’s the one who cheated! The buttons on her clothes were even undone. She has no shame.” “No wonder her son’s heart grew deformed. Poor Mr. Lewis!” I froze on the spot, thinking, “Wasn’t our divorce because of my mental illness? Why are they saying I cheated?” In an instant, I was burning with rage. Just as I was about to argue back, they threw rotten cabbage leaves at us. Robin was frightened and began wailing, his face turning bright red. I had no choice but to swallow my anger and take him home first. As soon as I entered, I heard the landline ringing non-stop. With one arm holding Robin, I grabbed the receiver with my free hand. On the other end, Dr. Sam Raimi from the city hospital excitedly said, “Ms. Chapman, a specialist who can perform heart surgery on infants has arrived at the General Hospital. I told him about Robin’s condition, and I’ve scheduled an appointment for him. “Can you bring him here in seven days?” This good news immediately moved me to tears. In my previous life, after the divorce, I struggled to get by with Robin as my reputation was destroyed. Drunk men would knock on my windows every night, frightening Robin so badly that he didn’t even last three days before his condition worsened and he passed away. In this life, I would do whatever it took to keep my son alive. I wiped away my tears and responded, “Yes, I’ll definitely be there!” After hanging up, I immediately began packing, not daring to waste a single moment. Just as I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, I heard the door open behind me. Zachary’s cold voice rang out. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I froze for a moment, and when I turned to look at him, I realized he had brought Wendy and Oscar back with him. The two stood side by side, with Wendy holding the sleeping Oscar in her arms. At first glance, they truly looked like a happy family. I suddenly felt heartbroken but forced myself to stand tall. “We’re already divorced. Is it really necessary for us to live together?” This time it was Zachary’s turn to be stunned. Wendy, standing beside him, reacted quickly and immediately put on a pitiful expression. “I knew Lydia wouldn’t want me here. Should I leave now?” She pretended to leave, but Zachary grabbed her arm. He shoved something into my arms, his face dark. “You know I’m not comfortable with you and Robin living elsewhere. Stop being difficult. The five of us can live together. This is a new hot water bottle I bought for Robin. Take it.” Zachary had always been careless and rarely bought things for the house, let alone specifically for us. Yet now, I watched as he attentively invited Wendy to sit down, with the floor piled high with bags of baby products, all expensive, high-end items. Wendy was still muttering softly, “Zachary, I heard imported formula is more nutritious. Oscar will grow stronger…” Zachary agreed without hesitation, “Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” I looked down at the hot water bottle in my hands, the gift sticker still attached to the upper left corner. In the past dozen Christmases, Zachary had never cared about Robin, but now he was meticulously caring for someone else’s child. This so-called new hot water bottle in my hand was just something he picked up casually, only to appease us. Zachary continued, “Wendy and Oscar are sensitive to cold. You should let them have the master bedroom with the heater. You can make do in the second bedroom for tonight.” He tugged at my wrist. “If you behave well, I’ll consider remarrying you sooner.” Hearing this, I still felt nothing but disappointment. I reluctantly agreed, fighting back tears as I carried Robin to the second bedroom. Laughter and cheerful voices occasionally drifted from the master bedroom, sounding like a happy family. In contrast, the second bedroom had no heating and was bitterly cold. I had to change the hot water in the bottle every few hours. Afraid Robin would get too cold, I stayed up until dawn when the temperature finally rose, only then daring to close my eyes for a brief rest. However, I had barely fallen asleep when I heard the door being pushed open. When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Wendy walking in with a plate. Why was she coming in so early? I struggled to get up, but I had caught a chill last night and my head was pounding. “You…” Before I could finish, I suddenly smelled the aroma of eggs. I immediately became alert and saw Wendy holding Robin, with a spoon ready to feed him an omelet. “What are you doing?” I shoved her away. Wendy fell to the floor, the plate shattering. I quickly grabbed Robin, seeing his face already swollen and red, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Half an omelet lay scattered on the floor. She didn’t know Robin was allergic to eggs. As I frantically searched for the medicine box, I noticed that Robin’s regular medication and emergency shots had all been replaced with Oscar’s fish oil supplements. Trembling with anger, I ignored Wendy who was sitting on the floor pretending to be pitiful, and rushed out with Robin in my arms. I had barely taken a step when I collided with Zachary’s solid chest. “What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?” Zachary asked impatiently. Before I could explain, Wendy had already burst into tears. “Zachary, today is Oscar’s first birthday. I thought Robin could share in the joy, so I fed him a bite of omelet. I didn’t expect Lydia to think I was dirty—she smashed the plate and told me to get out.” I was so angry I could barely stand. Just as I was about to defend myself, Zachary suddenly slapped me hard across the face. I instantly felt my right cheek burning with pain, my ears ringing. Zachary gritted his teeth and shouted, “Lydia, why have you become so vicious?”

I was knocked to the ground by Zachary while holding Robin. My palm pressed against broken ceramic pieces, sending a piercing pain through me. Zachary quickly helped Wendy up, saying worriedly, “Your wrist is swollen. Let me take you to the hospital!” With that, he scooped Wendy up in his arms and turned to leave. Robin’s face was flushed red in my arms. I grabbed Zachary’s pant leg, pleading, “Please take Robin and me to the hospital first! He needs medicine. If we wait any longer, he could die!” The blood from my palm stained Zachary’s pants, but he didn’t even glance at me. He just impatiently kicked my hand away and said coldly, “Just give Robin some antihistamine. I’m taking family photos with Wendy and Oscar this afternoon. You should reflect on your actions!” Then he walked away quickly with Wendy without looking back. Robin’s breathing became increasingly labored. I couldn’t worry about anything else. I struggled to my feet, picked him up, and ran to the clinic. At the clinic, the doctor angrily scolded me as soon as he saw Robin, “As his mother, you’re being incredibly irresponsible. If you had come any later, your child would have died!” I kept nodding and apologizing, my face still stinging. Seeing my disheveled state, the doctor sighed and said nothing more. I wiped away my tears and stayed by Robin’s side, watching as he received his IV. At this point, I couldn’t count on Zachary anymore. The bus ticket to Boston plus accommodation would cost about four hundred dollars. Fortunately, I had been supplementing our income by making handicrafts. With my Christmas savings, I barely had enough. Looking at Robin, his arms full of needle marks after just half a day, I finally resolved that in this life, I would save my son no matter what. That afternoon, after Robin finished his IV, I carried him to the market. Just as I placed my hand-knitted gloves on the counter, Wendy’s reflection suddenly appeared in the glass case. The minor scratch on her hand had been carefully disinfected with iodine, and she stood in front of the photo studio wearing an expensive wool coat. Strangely, neither Zachary nor Oscar was with her. As soon as she saw the gloves on the counter, her eyes turned vicious. She rushed forward, grabbed my gloves, and accused me harshly, “This yarn is special supply. Lydia, how dare you steal from the factory to sell? You’ve embezzled so much money!” I was stunned. “What are you talking about?” Wendy smirked and triumphantly pulled out a plastic bag from her purse. “This is the evidence!” I immediately recognized it as the bag I used for Robin’s medical expenses. “Why did you take my money? Wendy, give it back!” I cried, lunging forward to grab what she was holding. I tugged hard at Wendy’s hair, desperately trying to get the money back, but she insisted it was money I had embezzled. A crowd began to gather. Just then, Zachary appeared carrying Oscar. “Lydia, what are you trying to do?” he roared. The next second, someone roughly pulled Wendy and me apart. I lost my balance and the back of my head slammed hard against the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass case shattered, and countless shards cut across my face. My heart felt like it had been slashed open too, the pain unbearably real. As I fell, I was just grateful that I had placed Robin in the old bassinet nearby. Zachary helped Wendy up, glaring at me coldly and scolding in a low voice, “Have you really gone crazy now?” I gave a bitter smile, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. No matter what I said, Zachary wouldn’t believe a word now. If that was the case, why bother arguing with him? Even without money, I could at least sell my jewelry. I couldn’t let Robin suffer any more. I wiped away my tears forcefully and looked directly at Zachary. “Go check the accounts and see how much money I’ve cost you in all these years of marriage.” Over the years, worried about his financial burden, I always gave the best to him and Robin. As for myself, I wouldn’t even spend five dollars on myself in a year. Zachary clearly hesitated after hearing my words, looking a bit embarrassed. He took two steps forward but ultimately didn’t follow me. For the next two days, I focused entirely on making handicrafts to earn money, with no time to care whether Zachary came home or not. Until that night, when I suddenly felt something under my pillow before going to sleep. In the moonlight, I saw two envelopes Zachary had placed there. One contained $400 in crumpled bills, and the other had $400 in crisp new notes. I didn’t return them to Zachary. Every cent now was hope for Robin’s survival. But just as I was about to sleep, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly kicked open. When I looked up, Zachary stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with anger. “Lydia, didn’t you agree to divorce me? Are you trying to drive Wendy to her death?” I didn’t immediately understand what Zachary was saying until Wendy stumbled over, half her body soaked in red paint, looking completely disheveled. She said tearfully, “Zachary, I believe Lydia didn’t intentionally slander me as your mistress. Don’t blame her…” Zachary instantly became even more furious. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me in front of Wendy, saying through gritted teeth, “Apologize to Wendy right now! Then go clarify that you’re the one who cheated, not her!” My wrist ached from his grip, but I found the whole situation utterly absurd. Zachary had always been calm and shrewd, but whenever it came to Wendy, he seemed bewitched. I immediately pulled my hand away and coldly asked, “Why?” Was Wendy’s reputation important while mine was worthless? My defiance completely enraged Zachary. It was the first time he’d ever been this angry with me. I thought he would at most force me to admit my mistake, but I never expected him to grab my wrist and roughly drag me into the isolation room. “Since you refuse to repent, you’ll stay locked up until you come to your senses!” With that, he left without looking back. In the isolation room, I held Robin, curled up in the corner, looking up at the clock on the wall. Not long after, the iron door suddenly opened. Wendy walked in carrying a thermos. “Zachary is soft-hearted. He asked me to bring you some soup. Once you feel warm, you can write your apology.” White foam floated on the soup, instantly reminding me of being drugged in my previous life, so I became immediately suspicious. Seeing that I wouldn’t drink, Wendy tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but she deliberately tilted the thermos, nearly spilling the scalding soup onto Robin’s swaddling clothes. I panicked, and she took advantage, forcing my mouth open and making me swallow several gulps. Then, she pulled out a bottle of pills from behind her back, crushed two, and stuffed them directly into Robin’s mouth. I glared at her furiously and demanded, “Wendy, what did you give us?” Robin’s previously cooing voice suddenly became hoarse and weak, gradually fading. Wendy sneered, “Of course it’s medicine from Zachary, to teach you a lesson. As for your son, if he doesn’t wake up within two hours, he’ll be dead for good.” In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Zachary. Since Wendy wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be this cruel. I desperately tried to make myself vomit, trying to get the drug out. “Wendy, whatever you want to do, come at me.” But the drug worked extremely fast, and my limbs gradually became limp. Just then, Wendy pushed several drunken vagrants through the door. “Lydia, tomorrow everyone in town will know you cheated, and Zachary will finally be able to marry me legitimately.” She yanked open the toggle buttons on my cotton jacket, exposing my undergarments. “Even after divorce, Zachary can’t forget you. You and this bastard child should both die!” The drunks lunged at me with lustful eyes, making the iron bed clang loudly. I bit my tongue, using the taste of blood to stay conscious. But when I turned my head, I saw Wendy trying to push Robin’s hand into the gap of the iron bed. Robin was crying so hard he could barely breathe, and I instantly lost all reason. I used all my strength to push away the drunk men and lunged at Wendy, tightly gripping her throat. “Give me the antidote.” As we struggled, the door to the isolation room was suddenly kicked open. Zachary rushed in and immediately kicked me away. Wendy threw herself into his arms, tearfully saying, “Zachary, Lydia was sleeping with other men in the isolation room, and she tried to strangle me to silence me!” Zachary’s eyes were cold as ice as he glared at me with disgust. “Lydia, you make me sick!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling utterly desperate. He clearly knew Wendy’s tricks were full of holes and understood everything that had happened, but just like in my previous life, he remained a cold observer. Looking at Robin foaming at the mouth, my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I sat on the floor, tears streaming down my face, begging, “Zachary! Save our child, please.” Zachary expressionlessly pulled out a confession letter and crouched down to hand it to me. “Put your fingerprint on this and apologize publicly. The microphone in the broadcast room is already on.” A moment later, the distorted broadcast echoed throughout the small town. “I am Lydia Chapman. I admit that out of jealousy, I fabricated rumors and falsely accused Wendy of being a mistress…” After reading the confession, Zachary nodded slightly and reached out to Wendy. “Are you done? The antidote.” I trembled as I took the antidote and quickly gave it to Robin. Just as I was about to leave with him, I heard Zachary say, “Our home will be used as a changing room. You should take Robin to the clinic for a couple of days. Your luggage has already been packed. “I’ll arrange the best doctor for Robin.” I didn’t answer. I brushed past his shoulder, picked up Robin, grabbed our luggage, and left. The last tear slid down my cheek. I thought, “Zachary, I never want to see you again.” With the long blast of the train whistle, I boarded the train to Boston, holding Robin in my arms.

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On the day I married Howard Fitzgerald, his first love Stephanie Duncan was forced into an arranged marriage with Noah Webster, New York’s most notorious playboy. Howard didn’t want her to lose her chance at happiness, so he fled our wedding ceremony to find Stephanie. Even Xavier Fitzgerald, Howard’s late brother’s orphaned son whom I had raised for seven years, left with him. “Dad told me he only wants Stephanie to be my mom!” In front of everyone, Howard passionately kissed Stephanie and placed the wedding ring that should have been mine on her finger. All of New York was laughing at me. Surprisingly, the next day, Noah stopped my car. Leaning against the hood, he smirked and said, “Ellie, your fiancé ran away from your wedding, and my fiancée was stolen from me. How about we get married?” I smiled back, “No problem. I’ll marry you.” As soon as I said this, the sarcastic smile on Noah’s face instantly vanished. “What did you say?” Looking directly into his eyes, I enunciated each word: “I said, let’s go get our marriage license right now, shall we?” Three hours later, Noah and I stood outside City Hall, each holding our marriage certificate. After a few seconds of silence, Noah suddenly said, “I’ll go prepare for the wedding ceremony. We’ll officially get married the day after tomorrow. Remember, don’t back out.” As if afraid I might change my mind, Noah hurriedly exchanged contact information with me before driving away. I couldn’t help but smile. The way he nervously fumbled for his passport earlier made him seem completely different from the rich playboy everyone described. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, I thought Noah was at least better than Howard. Then, just as I reached my front door, I saw Howard standing there with Xavier. My expression immediately darkened. “Mr. Fitzgerald, your wedding just ended. Why aren’t you with your wife instead of looking for me?” Howard looked guilty and tried to appease me: “Ellie, Stephanie is like a sister to me. Noah is a playboy. How could I stand by and watch her fall into trouble?” So he abandoned our wedding, making my family the laughingstock of New York. Howard even publicly kissed Stephanie, trampling my dignity into worthlessness. “Howard, we’re done.” Howard was stunned. He frowned and said, “Ellie, why can’t you understand? Stephanie and I only had a fake marriage. We don’t even have a marriage certificate. After all, I only want to marry you. Stephanie is kind-hearted and promised to divorce me once the storm blows over so we can be together. Stop being unreasonable.” I laughed coldly to myself, wondering how Howard could shamelessly say such things. Even if I swallowed my pride, my parents would never allow our family to endure such humiliation. “Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a previously married man. What makes you think I would marry you then?” Hearing my words, Howard became furious. “Ellie, when will you stop? Everyone in New York knows we’ve been together for seven years, and you’re no longer an innocent girl. Besides me, who else would marry you?” Seven-year-old Xavier pouted and pushed me away forcefully. “You’re so petty! You’re not even as generous as Stephanie. She knows they’re fake-married, but she’s not angry at all. Indeed, only Stephanie deserves to be my mom!” I felt heartbroken looking at this boy I had raised as my own. Years ago, Howard’s brother and his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind Xavier who was only a few months old. Howard adopted Xavier afterward. However, when Stephanie found out, she abandoned them without hesitation and left the country. As Howard’s fiancée, I diligently cared for Xavier and treated him as my son, only to be humiliated like this in the end. “Let her be your mom then. After all, I’m already married, and I’ll have my own children in the future.” Howard assumed I was bluffing and sneered, “Stop trying to scare me with this marriage nonsense. Ellie, take a few days to calm down!” With that, Howard left with Xavier. I clenched my fists, feeling utterly frustrated. Indeed, everyone in New York knew I loved Howard deeply, and he didn’t believe I would marry anyone else. But ever since Stephanie returned, the once gentle and caring Howard was gone. I thought seven years of love would be enough to withstand anything, but everything that happened showed me I had only been fooling myself.

Noah was a man of swift action. The next morning, he sent people to deliver a wedding dress and wedding gifts to my home. My living room was nearly filled with these items. “Ms. Johnson, this is the wedding dress Mr. Webster personally designed for you, and he specifically commissioned top designers both domestically and internationally to create it. Mr. Webster is preparing for the wedding and wants you to try it on to ensure it fits properly.” For a moment, I stood frozen in place. I hadn’t expected Noah to arrange everything so meticulously. My parents stood nearby with stern expressions, clearly dissatisfied with my marriage plans. However, at this point, they could only accept it. Since we didn’t love each other, I should at least secure the greatest benefit for my family. Although Noah had a questionable reputation, the Webster family was undeniably among the elite upper-class families in New York society. If the Duncan family hadn’t already arranged a marriage alliance with the Webster family, Stephanie would likely have had no chance of entering Noah’s family. I was carefully hanging up the wedding dress, about to call Noah to thank him, when Howard unexpectedly walked in with Xavier and Stephanie. Seeing the room full of gifts, Howard immediately sneered, “Weren’t you being stubborn yesterday? Today you’ve already prepared a wedding dress and jewelry. Since you’re so eager to get married, why don’t we hold the wedding tomorrow?” Then, a flash of jealousy crossed Stephanie’s eyes. Feigning innocence, she removed a diamond ring from her finger and said, “Ms. Johnson, if that’s the case, I’ll return this ring to you. Howard only spoke that way yesterday because he had no choice. Don’t blame him.” Before I could respond, Howard immediately stopped her. “Stephanie, that’s something I gave you. You don’t need to return it to her.” Then he took out a silver ring and tossed it at me. “Don’t say I didn’t prepare anything for you!” Looking at the cheap ring on the floor, I laughed mockingly. The ring on Stephanie’s finger was made with a massive pink diamond worth ten billion dollars, specially commissioned by Howard from professional designers. He had said that ring belonged to his future wife. I thought he had bought it for me, but it ended up on Stephanie’s finger. Ignoring Howard’s words, I simply said, “I don’t need it. You should give it to your kind sister.” Seeing my coldness, Howard’s face immediately darkened. He grabbed the silver ring and threw it into the trash can. “If you don’t want it, just throw it away!” Seeing Howard’s anger, Xavier frowned and glared at me viciously. Then, he directly picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the wedding dress I had hung. Diamonds and pearls from the gown scattered across the floor. Xavier snorted, “You made my dad angry! If I destroy your wedding dress, you can’t marry my dad.” Then he dropped the scissors and ran to Stephanie’s side, tugging at her clothes. “Stephanie, you’re the best to me. Will you be my mom?” Looking at the ruined wedding dress, my heart filled with sorrow and disappointment. I never expected that the child I watched grow up would now publicly humiliate me to please Stephanie. Stephanie said in a coquettish tone, “Ms. Johnson, Xavier is too young to understand. Please don’t hold it against him.” She pretended to carefully open the bag she was carrying and took out a wedding dress. “Ms. Johnson, you’re getting married tomorrow. If you don’t mind, how about wearing this?” I recognized it immediately as the old wedding dress she had worn at her previous wedding. Seeing her challenging look, I suddenly realized they had come specifically to humiliate me today. Howard said with admiration in his eyes, “Ellie, Stephanie is being so thoughtful for you, so don’t be ungrateful. After all, your wedding dress is already ruined, so just wear this one tomorrow.” I took a deep breath and continued, “That won’t be necessary. Our engagement has been canceled, and I’ve already married someone else. Please leave.” Howard’s face instantly darkened. Just as he was about to explode, Stephanie suddenly choked up, “It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you two wouldn’t be fighting. I’ll leave tomorrow.” Howard anxiously wiped away her tears. “I’m not asking you to leave. Who dares to make you go?” He looked at me angrily and continued, “Ellie! Stephanie is trying to help you, but why are you so ungrateful?” “We’ve spent so many Christmases together. Don’t people know what kind of person you are? Besides me, who would marry you?” After saying these vicious words, Howard left with Stephanie. Xavier, standing nearby, didn’t forget to stick out his tongue and make faces at me before leaving. This scene reminded me of when Stephanie first returned to the country.

The day Stephanie returned to the country happened to be the seventh Christmas anniversary of my relationship with Howard. I waited at our agreed restaurant from early morning until late night, but Howard never showed up. It wasn’t until the restaurant closed that I browsed through his latest update on social media: [I’ve finally waited for you.] The accompanying photo showed them together, with Howard gazing tenderly at Stephanie as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. A wave of sadness washed over me, as I had heard that Stephanie was Howard’s first love. Later, Howard explained that he only saw Stephanie as a sister. He hadn’t seen her for so long, which was why he missed our anniversary. “Ellie, I swear you’re the only one in my heart.” I believed him. But it wasn’t until that wedding that I fully understood Stephanie had always been the most special person in Howard’s heart. The day before my wedding with Noah was my birthday. During Christmas time, Howard would always be by my side. But this Christmas, that was impossible. While I was wondering how to spend the day, I suddenly noticed Noah had sent me an address. I went out curiously and found the square packed with people. Countless brilliant fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon. I heard exclamations from passersby. “My God! I heard this is a fireworks show that Mr. Fitzgerald specially prepared, spending millions to cheer up his wife!” “He loves his wife so much! If I were Mrs. Fitzgerald, I’d be thrilled!” “Plus, he recently disregarded Mr. Webster and Ms. Johnson’s reputation just to marry her. It’s like something straight out of a novel!” Listening to these comments, I found them ironic. Howard’s so-called deep love was always built on trampling others’ dignity. I turned to leave, but from behind came Stephanie’s feigned surprised laughter. “Ms. Johnson, you’re here too?” When I turned around, Stephanie was walking toward me, affectionately holding Howard’s arm. Howard kept a straight face and let out a cold snort. Then he glanced away, clearly still angry about what had happened before. Stephanie swung the designer bag Howard had given her and took a gift bag from her bodyguard, handing it to me with a show of superiority. “Ms. Johnson, Howard was busy preparing fireworks for me today and accidentally forgot your birthday. Consider this as compensation?” I glanced at the perfume in the gift bag, which was clearly a free gift that came with the purse she had just bought. I stepped back, coldly distancing myself from her. “No, thank you.” I wouldn’t stoop so low as to accept her charity. Howard frowned, his tone suddenly turning cold. “Stephanie, you don’t need to please her. Since Ms. Johnson doesn’t like it, just throw it away.” After saying this, he even ignored me, putting his arm around Stephanie and heading straight to the car. Just as the car started, the buzzing sound of drones in the sky caught my attention. People around me looked up and gasped. I raised my head to see countless illuminated drones slowly arranging themselves, eventually forming several dazzling words: [Happy Birthday, Ellie Johnson.] At the same time, LED screens on surrounding buildings suddenly lit up, scrolling a striking message: [Happy birthday, Ellie. Lifetime happiness.] I stood frozen, still in shock, when my phone suddenly vibrated. I checked it to find a message from Noah: [Happy birthday, Mrs. Webster.] I froze. A moment later, Noah sent another message: [I’m busy preparing for our wedding today, so I can’t celebrate your birthday with you. Hope you like the surprise I prepared for you.] Noah: [Don’t worry. I’ll definitely throw you another birthday party later.] A wave of emotion washed over me. Thinking back to all the Christmases I spent with Howard, he had never put so much thought into preparing a birthday surprise for me. He would always make excuses like, “We’ve been together for so long. Isn’t having me by your side enough?” I replied sincerely: [Thank you! I really love it.] After watching the performance, I went straight home. As soon as I stepped through the door, the housekeeper came up to tell me that Noah had sent over a newly customized wedding dress. This dress was more exquisite than the previous one, both in cut and material. “They specifically instructed you to relax and wait for the wedding. They’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” The next day, I was woken up by my parents before dawn, and the makeup artist had already arrived. After my makeup was done and I changed into the wedding dress, a surreal feeling came over me. Just a few days ago, I was eagerly anticipating marrying Howard, but now I was about to become the bride of Noah, New York’s notorious playboy. Beads of sweat formed unconsciously on my palms. But regardless, since I had made my choice, I would take full responsibility for my decision. At eight o’clock sharp, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Surprisingly, the man who stepped out of the car wasn’t Noah, but Howard. I was shocked to see Howard in his suit, Xavier in his little tuxedo, and their family behind them. I had already cut ties with him and returned all the wedding gifts they had given me. But what did he want now? Howard walked up to me, his eyes full of smugness. “Ellie, even though you said you didn’t want to marry me, you still prepared everything. “But since the news of my divorce from Stephanie hasn’t been announced yet, I can only take you home discreetly today and get our marriage certificate. You should behave yourself during this time, and we’ll have a proper wedding next month. “Hurry up and remove all these expensive things from your house!” Xavier also looked up and chimed in, “Dad’s right. If you want to marry into our family, you have to follow the rules!” I frowned, instantly furious. Who did he think he was? Did he want to have several wives? “Howard, are you pretending not to understand or are you just being stupid? I told you we were over! “The person marrying me today isn’t you. Get out! Don’t block my way to my wedding.” Howard still couldn’t believe it, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. “How long are you going to keep up this act? “Stephanie specifically asked me to marry you last night, and she’s even risking her reputation. Why can’t you be more sensible?” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I had never agreed to marry him again, but why was he so confident? Did he really think I had no choice but to marry him? Just as I was about to call someone to drive them away, I saw dozens of luxury cars arriving one by one, eventually stopping in front of my house. Looking into the distance, I couldn’t see the end of the line. Xavier asked in surprise, “Dad, didn’t you say she wasn’t worthy of these luxury cars?” Howard frowned, looking confused, and said, “I didn’t order this many cars.” Just as he finished speaking, Noah stepped out of the first car. He strode forward in a well-tailored black suit, looking incredibly handsome. Glancing at Howard’s shabby cars, Noah mockingly taunted, “Well, Mr. Fitzgerald is here again?” “Are you here to steal my wife again? You look so pathetic. Has the Fitzgerald family gone bankrupt?”

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Because my cousin Alice Kennedy needed a blood transfusion, my fiancé Dylan Mcdonald dragged me from my hospital bed while I was about to give birth to donate blood to her. When I was dying from blood loss and difficult labor, Dylan was having sex with her. I could only watch helplessly as they betrayed me, my heart shattering into pieces. In my moment of complete despair, Dylan’s uncle Chester Mcdonald saved me. However, I delivered a stillborn baby, had my uterus removed, and could never have children again. Chester knelt right there in the hospital room and proposed to me. “Harper Marshall, I’ve liked you for many Christmases. Before, I thought you were happy, so I didn’t disturb you. But now, would you give me a chance?” He helped me overcome my depression and made me believe I could embrace happiness again. But on our second Christmas as a married couple, while visiting my child’s grave, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with Alice. He said, “Alice, giving you Harper’s baby was the best choice. She’s mentally unstable. If you had given the child to her, the child would have suffered.” “I can’t marry you, so this is my way of making it up to you. Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, I won’t let her disturb you.” Chester’s voice echoed through the cemetery like an evil spirit. I stared at Chester in bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Two Christmases ago, I had delivered a stillborn baby after a difficult labor, never even seeing the child. At that time, I had several suicidal tendencies and had to rely on sedatives every night to sleep. Chester held me tightly, his eyes full of concern. “I’ll stay with you for life. Don’t cry.” Because of my emotional breakdown, he handled all matters concerning my child. But I never imagined it was all a lie, that my child was still alive and even had a new mother. All because of Chester. He claimed to save me, yet pushed me into the abyss. Finally, devastated by the shock, I wandered home alone in a daze. On my way home, Chester’s calls kept appearing on my phone. The word “Honey” kept flashing on the screen. But the thought of him terrified me, so I didn’t answer. Shortly after I got home, Chester returned. Seeing me, he sighed with relief and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid you might do something foolish.” I didn’t respond. He held my cold hands and gently asked, “Harper, did going to the cemetery today bring back painful memories? Would you like to talk about it?” If I hadn’t overheard his call, I might have been moved by his words, but now I couldn’t trust him anymore. I said, “Chester, I had a dream last night. My baby asked me, ‘Mommy, where are you?’ Is he really waiting for me to find him?” Hearing my words, Chester avoided my gaze. “Harper, you’re overthinking. Thinking too much isn’t good for your health. What’s past is past. We should focus on the present together.” As he finished, Chester’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. He continued changing the subject. “Today is Alice’s child’s birthday party. Don’t worry, Dylan won’t be there. Let’s go.” I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, “Yes, my child is still with Alice. I need to bring him back.” In the car, instead of sitting in the passenger seat as usual, I sat directly in the back. An awkward silence filled the car as I deliberately avoided Chester’s gaze. I took out my phone and found Alice’s social media account, scrolling through all the photos of her child, Hugo Mcdonald, including pictures of his first teeth and first steps. As I looked at each photo, tears slowly blurred my vision. I thought, “This is my child! This is clearly my child!” I clutched my phone tightly, using all my strength not to cry out loud. I could endure Dylan and Alice’s betrayal, I could even not complain about Chester pretending to love me. But the one thing he shouldn’t have done was take away my child after lying to me. Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the booking app on my phone and purchased tickets to a foreign country. I had three days. I must leave with my child. In my heart, I whispered, “Chester, I won’t play along with your charade of a loving marriage anymore.”

I noticed that every time Alice updated her spaghetti, there was an anonymous account commenting. I instinctively clicked on this account’s profile and saw the most recent post: “For the past two Christmases, whenever I accompany her to the cemetery, I can’t bear to look at her face.” My breathing quickened as the true identity of this account became glaringly obvious. As I continued scrolling down, my mind went completely blank. “That Christmas, her uterus didn’t need to be removed. I asked the doctor to remove her uterus. Besides Alice, I don’t want any other woman to bear my children.” “I’ve wronged her. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for her physical loss.” I looked up, staring intensely at Chester’s back, tears instantly blurring my vision. So he never loved me from the beginning. He even pushed me into hell, while I foolishly saw him as my salvation. For Alice’s sake, he stole my child and stripped me of my right to be a mother. But why? On what grounds? Just then, Chester said, “Harper, we’re here.” Looking at the McDonald mansion outside the window, I felt extremely excited because I was about to see my child. As soon as I entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. That Christmas, the drama between me, Dylan, and Chester had been quite the scandal, so the McDonald family relatives knew something about it. Now, seeing me attend Dylan’s son Hugo’s birthday party seemed very strange to them. I pretended not to notice their stares and searched for Hugo in the crowd. Just then, I felt my legs being hugged by a soft little body. “Auntie,” Hugo said. I looked down to find Hugo reaching out to me, smiling like a little angel. He said, “Auntie, pick me up.” I felt a lump in my throat, with only Hugo’s smiling face filling my vision. Just hours ago, I had been crying at his gravestone. But just as I was about to embrace Hugo, a hand suddenly pulled him away. Chester protected Hugo, eyeing me warily. “Harper, what are you trying to do?” With a hoarse voice, I said, “I just wanted to hold him.” Chester firmly refused, saying, “You’re not in a good state today. Don’t accidentally hurt Hugo.” Desperate to get Hugo back, I urgently said, “But I’m his…” “Hugo, come here,” a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby. “Mommy.” Seeing Alice, Hugo instantly jumped happily into her arms. Hearing Alice’s voice, Chester became visibly excited. “Alice, even though it’s Hugo’s birthday today, don’t tire yourself out. I can help.” Alice smiled at him and said, “It’s fine. Hugo prefers being with me anyway.” The natural and intimate interaction between mother and son spaghetti burned my eyes. Alice greeted me. “Long time no see, Harper.” I ignored her, silently watching Hugo in her arms. She deliberately held Hugo tightly against her, wearing an insincere smile. “Harper, I see you still love children.” “You and Chester are still Christmas young, and medical technology is so advanced now. Why don’t you two try again?” Before I could respond, Chester quickly denied it, “We won’t be having children.” He spoke hastily, as if demonstrating his loyalty to Alice. The atmosphere instantly became suffocating. Chester realized his tone was terrible, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. At this moment, Alice pretended to suddenly remember something. “I’m sorry, I forgot Harper doesn’t have a uterus anymore.” She sounded regretful, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “You can never be a mother. How pitiful.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying once again to get Hugo back. However, Hugo is now extremely dependent on Alice, so I can’t rashly take him away. Thinking about this, I felt even more hatred toward Alice standing before me. If it hadn’t been for Alice and Dylan back then, how would I have had such a difficult delivery? How would Chester have taken Hugo away and removed my uterus? These demons robbed me of my right to be a mother, and now they’re trampling on my pain. At the party, everyone gathered around Hugo, chatting enthusiastically. One of them said, “Hugo is growing more handsome by the day, just like Alice.” My hand trembled violently, and my bitter gaze unconsciously fell on Hugo. He was eating contentedly in Alice’s arms, his eyes bright and lively, looking absolutely adorable. Thinking about how I’d missed two whole Christmases in Hugo’s life, I couldn’t help but tear up. Someone suddenly interjected, “Really? I think he looks more like Harper.” Immediately, silence fell over the group. Alice’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. Chester explained, “He’s still young, so it’s hard to tell who he resembles.” Hearing this, someone teased, “Stop talking about others. Your younger relatives already have children, when will you have good news?” I lowered my head and focused on eating, not wanting to answer the question. But Chester put down his fork and suddenly stood up. “Actually, they’ve recently developed artificial wombs abroad. I’m planning to take her to try it. She’s always wanted a child. As her husband, I want to make up for her loss.” I looked at him in surprise. “When did you—” Chester grabbed my hand, cutting me off: “You’re happy about this too, right? I was actually planning to tell you about this later.” He stared at me intently, squeezing my hand, the warning in his tone unmistakable. After the party, watching Hugo being taken back to his room by his nanny Ella Clark, I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to discuss this matter with Chester. But Chester disappeared instantly, as if deliberately avoiding me. Finally, I walked to the underground garage, where I heard him say, “Alice, I don’t want to leave you, but Hugo is already two years old. This is getting harder to hide. I can’t let her ruin your life.” I followed the voice and found Chester’s car. The window was half-open. Through it, I saw Chester holding Alice tightly. He buried his head in the crook of Alice’s neck, whispering his love and reluctance to part like the most intimate of lovers. Alice stroked his back. “I know you’re doing this for my sake. It’s my fault I can’t give you more, and I’ve even forced you to leave with her.” Chester silenced her with his lips, murmuring, “Don’t blame yourself. I’d do anything to make you happy.” They embraced even tighter, and the atmosphere in the car gradually began to heat up. I saw Chester unbutton Alice’s clothes, tenderly kissing her skin. Soon, the car began to rock slightly. Feeling a wave of intense nausea, I fled from there quickly. I never imagined Chester and Alice had this kind of relationship. So, from the very beginning, I was just a plaything for the three of them. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted now was to take Hugo away from this mess. I tried to go to Hugo’s room but was stopped by Ella. “Mr. Hugo Mcdonald is resting. No one is allowed to disturb him.” I said quietly, “I just want to see him.” Ella had no patience for my explanation and simply pushed me out. Looking at the closed door, I silently walked to the side. Gazing at the lit windows, I tried to identify which one belonged to Hugo’s room. That night, Chester never came back, and I searched the entire night. The next morning, Alice sent me several photos, each featuring Chester. He was half-naked, embracing the equally naked body of a woman. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t help wanting to throw up. Before I could respond, Alice sent me an audio recording. Amid intense panting, I heard Alice and Chester talking. Alice asked, “Chester, is it better having sex with me or with Harper?” Chester replied, “How could she compare to you? Her stomach is covered in stretch marks, and she has this horrible scar. I feel disgusted just looking at her.” I had already given up hope for Chester. But hearing these words still made my heart ache. Alice arrogantly messaged me again: [Just admit it, Harper. You can’t win against me. Whether it’s Dylan or Chester, they both love me. I have everything you don’t. What’s the point of you looking through my photos and posts? Isn’t my child adorable? You’ll never have children in this lifetime.] The anger I had suppressed for so long burst forth like a flood. She had ruined my life, taken everything from me, yet accused me of coveting what belonged to her. I rushed into the MacDonald mansion to find Alice affectionately playing with Hugo. Seeing Hugo happily embracing Alice and calling her mom, I completely lost my mind. I charged forward, trying to snatch Hugo away. “Give him back to me.” Alice screamed in terror, “What are you doing?” I grabbed Hugo from her arms and slapped her. “He’s MY child!” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “You…” Before she could finish, I fled with Hugo in my arms. Hugo struggled fiercely in my embrace, repeatedly shouting, “I want Mommy.” I held him tightly, choking back tears. “Baby, I’m your mother. I’m sorry I came too late.” Feeling Hugo’s strong resistance, I hated myself for not realizing sooner, for allowing us to be separated for two Christmases. I headed straight for the airport. Along the way, Chester kept calling me. Alice also bombarded me with messages: [Bring Hugo back right now. I’ve called the police!] She caused all of this, yet pretended to be the innocent victim. When I arrived at the airport, I saw police cars everywhere, so I immediately turned around and headed for the harbor. But soon I realized that no matter where I went, there was a car following me. Through the window, I saw Chester in that car. He shouted, “Harper, stop fighting. I installed a tracking device on your phone. You can’t take Hugo away.” I froze, realizing he had been monitoring me constantly. So that night, he and Alice… Chester’s car kept following me. Without realizing it, we gradually moved away from the city. “Stop now!” Chester suddenly shouted. I then realized that I had unknowingly driven onto a mountain road, with a cliff ahead. I slammed on the brakes, my body lurching forward uncontrollably. Terrified, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing heavily. Outside the car, Chester and Alice were banging on my door. Alice said, “Harper, calm down. Let’s talk, okay?” Seeing Chester’s anxious expression, I laughed mockingly. Alice continued, “Harper, if you’re unhappy, you can hit me. But please don’t hurt my child.” The voices outside weren’t clear, but Hugo’s crying inside the car was painfully distinct. He cried out, “Mommy!” while repeatedly hitting the window, trying to reach Alice. “Baby.” I tried to touch Hugo’s face, but saw a flash of terror in his adorable features. My hand trembled violently. Then I felt endless exhaustion. In Hugo’s eyes, I wasn’t his mother. What was the point of all this? I would only make him more afraid of me, hate me more. I unlocked the car and watched as Hugo rushed into Alice’s arms. Chester gripped my shoulders tightly. “Harper, I…” I looked at him coldly. “You’ve succeeded. I have nothing left now, and I can’t threaten Alice anymore.” Chester froze, feeling a surge of panic. “That’s not true, Harper. You still have me. I’ll protect you from now on.” I broke free from his grasp. “I won’t let you control me anymore. Chester, I hope we never meet in our next life.” Then, without waiting for Chester to react, I jumped off the cliff, sinking into the deep blue sea. Chester shouted, “Harper!”

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After ten years of marriage to my husband Edward Hunter, I accidentally discovered that our seven-year-old child, Felix Hunter, wasn’t my biological son. At the same time, his mistress Bonnie Campbell was pregnant again. He moved Bonnie into our neighborhood and even asked my mother, Freya Smith, to take care of her. After discovering this, I cried and argued with him, but the elders and friends around me all advised me not to be angry. One man said, “If this gets blown out of proportion, it won’t be good for any of you. Even if Felix isn’t your biological son, you’ve raised him for seven years. When he grows up, he’ll be filial to you.” Another man said, “Edward is certainly at fault, but you didn’t protect your own child. You should be more magnanimous.” I felt extremely wronged and couldn’t say a word, only looking toward Edward. We had been husband and wife for half our lives. Thinking of how good he had been to me before, I softened my tone: “I can continue to raise Felix, but I won’t accept the child she’s carrying now. That’s my biggest concession.” However, Edward coldly threw our wedding photos into the trash can. “Bonnie is willing to have my child even without an official status. I can’t abandon her.” He looked at me as if I were a stranger. “If you can’t accept Bonnie, then I don’t need to come home. Contact me when you’ve thought it through.” I clenched my teeth, completely severing any lingering feelings for him in my heart. “If that’s the case, let’s file for divorce.” Hearing my words, everyone in the room looked at me in shock, including Edward, who was about to leave. He frowned and said, “Penelope Smith, how long are you going to act out? You’re really embarrassing me.” I sniffled, my nose stinging, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve made up my mind. Let’s file for divorce. I’ll make room for Bonnie.” Edward’s face darkened, and his tone became harsh, full of blame: “Penelope, you’re already thirty-five. Why are you still so immature? Bonnie has suffered a lot to give me a son. Not only does she not complain, but she’s willing to stay with me. Why can’t you learn from her? Now, you even want to take Felix away, separating mother and son. You’re truly vicious.” These words he spat out were like a needle piercing my heart, making it hard to breathe. I dug my nails into my palms. Ten years ago, I met and fell in love with Edward. After marriage, I always wanted a child, so I saw countless doctors and took various medications. Two years into our marriage, I became pregnant. However, I had a difficult labor, suffering for a day and a night. Later, Edward held my hand and said tenderly, “Penelope, I don’t want you to suffer anymore. I just want you to be safe.” I named this child Felix, whom I had obtained with all my efforts, and doted on him for seven years. Until recently, when I accidentally discovered some maternity items at home, and noticed that Felix and Edward were always out early and returning late. I became suspicious and secretly followed them. That’s when I realized they had another family outside. They huddled around Bonnie, caring for her, and their happy expressions cut into my heart like knives. It was also then that I learned Felix was actually Bonnie and Edward’s illegitimate child, and my biological child had died right after birth. For seven whole years, I had been fooled like an idiot. At this moment, I could no longer hold back my tears and asked in a hoarse voice, “Edward, you always say you’ve wronged Bonnie. What about me? Have you treated me right?” Edward was stunned, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. “Penelope, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to suffer the pain of accepting the child’s death. Bonnie is kind-hearted. I believe if she lives with us, you two will get along well.” I laughed coldly, “Are you saying that not only do I have to accept my husband’s affair, but I also have to accept his mistress moving in and have my mother take care of her?” All the relatives in the room were stunned. Perhaps Edward felt embarrassed, so he asked them all to leave, and then said to me, “I know you can’t accept this right now. But I will definitely bring Bonnie back to this neighborhood. You must agree.” After saying this, Edward opened the door and left. I pressed my aching heart and sat for an entire night. As soon as dawn broke the next day, I went to the courthouse and placed the documents in front of the staff. “Hello, I want to file for divorce.”

After hearing my words, the staff member was stunned. “Ms. Smith, please reconsider?” People around who knew me tried to persuade me. One woman said, “Mr. Hunter and you have been married for ten years. You should discuss this further. His company is growing larger now. Divorce would be a losing proposition for you.” Another woman added, “That woman is just a mistress, while you are Mr. Hunter’s wife. Even if the child isn’t your biological son, as long as he treats you as his mother, that’s enough.” I didn’t hesitate at all. “Our relationship is broken. There’s no point in continuing.” The staff member sighed and finally said, “The divorce application will take a few days to process. You should go home for now.” I nodded and left the courthouse. After that day, Edward truly didn’t come home, and neither did Felix. They weren’t even willing to pretend anymore. Three days later, I happened to run into Freya supporting Bonnie on the street. Bonnie’s belly was visibly swollen, clearly pregnant. Beside them was Felix, eating ice cream. Freya said lovingly, “You need to be careful now that you’re pregnant. I’ll make you corn chowder tonight.” Bonnie smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Felix took a bite of his ice cream and said matter-of-factly, “Mom, we’re family. You don’t need to say thank you.” My breathing quickened, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the scene stabbed at my eyes. I couldn’t help rushing over and grabbing Freya’s arm. “Mom, why are you taking care of a mistress? Who’s your real daughter?” As soon as I finished speaking, Freya’s expression turned serious. She yanked her arm away from me, glanced around, then pulled me aside. “What are you shouting about in public? I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet.” Freya’s face became somewhat fierce. “Who gave you permission to divorce Edward? He’s a big businessman. It’s your luck that he likes you. Why don’t you know how to cherish that? You’d better drop this idea. Do you really want everyone to mock you? Regardless, Felix is the grandson I raised. He is my grandson.” Although I had been miserable these past few days, at this moment, hearing my mother criticize me with such harsh words, I was heartbroken, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Why had things turned out this way? My birth mother had changed, and Edward, my husband of ten years, had changed too. Just then, Felix suddenly rushed over and shoved me hard. “You’re a bad woman! Get away! Are you trying to break up my dad and mom again?” After stumbling back a couple of steps, I steadied myself and stared at him blankly, feeling like he was a complete stranger. Freya ran over to comfort Felix, then glared at me. Immediately after, she left with Bonnie in tow. I returned home in a daze. When Edward came back, I was sitting on the sofa, crying my heart out. He paused for a moment, came over and held me in his arms, then gently wiped away my tears. “Don’t cry.” For a fleeting moment, I felt like the Edward who once loved me had returned. During the second year of our marriage, the Hunter family company ran into trouble and lost all its money. I stayed with Edward, living very frugally. During the hardest times, we squeezed into the poorest thatched cottage, embracing each other for warmth. Edward held me, wrapping all his clothes around me, then shed tears of remorse. “Penelope, being with me has made you suffer. I promised I would give you happiness. I’ve failed you.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel it’s hard. I’ll definitely stay with you to help build up your company. We’re family.” Past tears merged with today’s tears, but my heart trembled with pain. “Edward, let’s leave New York, okay? I don’t want to stay here anymore. Can we find a place to start over? Why did you make me raise your mistress’s child for seven years? Why can’t we have a child of our own?” But no one answered me. The silence was like an alarm bell, waking me up. I looked up and saw Edward’s eyes filled with complex emotions. And at that moment, I noticed a woman standing by the door—it was Bonnie.

I stared at the scene before me in disbelief. Bonnie wore a floral dress, light and delicate. Her pregnancy gave her a unique maternal glow. And I… I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall. My face was haggard, both eyes red and swollen from crying, with fine wrinkles around them impossible to hide. Of course Edward would prefer Bonnie—light, beautiful Bonnie. Bonnie stared at Edward’s hand holding mine, her face openly revealing sadness and jealousy. Felix, standing beside her, ran over and shouted, “Dad, you said today you’d let Mom come home to live with us. Why haven’t you kicked this ugly woman out yet?” Edward immediately released my hand and walked over to put his arm around Bonnie. He gently kissed her cheek and reassured her, “I’ll let you stay here today.” Bonnie shyly touched her face, then gave me a smug look. “Penelope, Edward promised that Felix and I could live here so he can take care of us.” After a pause, Bonnie caressed her belly and pulled out a Guardian Angel Pendant. “Edward bought this for me as soon as I got pregnant, hoping our baby would grow up healthy.” I was stunned, feeling a buzzing in my ears. I looked at Edward, unable to believe my eyes. But Edward guiltily averted his gaze, unwilling to meet mine. Recently, after Felix recovered from a serious illness, I had been so worried about him that I specifically bought this Guardian Angel Pendant. Now, he had shamelessly given it to Bonnie and their unborn child. What was I to him anyway? I said, “Edward, I bought that. How could you give it to a child you had with another woman?” Hearing my words, Edward said sternly, “What nonsense are you talking about?” His cold, vigilant gaze made me hold my breath. He then anxiously explained to Bonnie, but she turned teary-eyed and pushed him away, sobbing. She cried, “At Christmas, you used Felix to ease Penelope’s pain of losing her child, and I didn’t object—I obediently followed your arrangement. But now, you’re giving my child a Guardian Angel Pendant that she bought. Edward, I don’t want my child to be born with another woman’s shadow.” Then Bonnie looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Besides, Penelope doesn’t welcome me. I thought when you brought me back today, I could be with you and Felix forever. But I was wrong. Edward, take me home. I don’t want to stay in someone else’s house.” Bonnie cried heartbrokenly. Felix also burst into tears, hugging her and saying, “I don’t want to be separated from my mom.” Edward grew extremely anxious and quickly comforted her, “Bonnie, I love you and the child you’re carrying for me. In the future, Felix will inherit all my assets. I’ll give you both the very best of everything. “As for Penelope, I’m the master of this house. Without me, she’s nothing. So if I want you to stay, no one can stop it, and no one can bully you.” His words hurt me deeply, but he was right. This was the Hunter Villa, and everyone here sided with Edward. I felt incredibly bitter. After Bonnie and Felix temporarily left, I repeated my thoughts: “Let’s get divorced.” Edward glanced at me indifferently and sneered, “Penelope, who would marry you after you leave me? “You’re almost forty now. Can you stop threatening me with divorce? Besides, after a divorce, what would people think of me?” I clenched my fists. Indeed, divorcing because of a mistress would make him a laughingstock. Beyond that, the current situation between Edward and me was far from equal. After the Christmas-Hunter family company went bankrupt, I seized the opportunity to rebuild it. The Hunter family business quickly became a prominent enterprise in New York. It was during that Christmas when I became pregnant, but I still wanted to continue my career. Edward begged me to return to family life, saying, “Penelope, just be content as my wife. Let me handle the money-making, okay?” Before I could make up my mind, Edward took matters into his own hands by forcing me out of the company and finding someone to replace me. Freya also came specifically to persuade me: “Just focus on your pregnancy. Many people wish they could enjoy this kind of life but don’t have the chance. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.” I followed their arrangements. But afterward, Edward and I gradually grew apart. Perhaps he was already secretly seeing Bonnie by then. Now, Edward pulled a dress from the closet and tossed it to me, his tone becoming remarkably gentle: “I specifically brought Bonnie over today so you two can get along. Stop making a scene.” Before leaving, he made a point to remind me: “Bonnie is pregnant. You need to be more tolerant of her.” At the amusement park, Felix suddenly came over and took my hand: “Mom, will you spend time with me today? I’ve been thinking, and you’ve raised me for seven Christmases. I shouldn’t be so mean to you.” Seeing his sweet demeanor, my heart suddenly softened. Actually, before all this, Felix had always been a well-behaved child. “Okay,” I agreed. After all, once the divorce was final, I wouldn’t be with him anymore. Felix immediately led me happily into the amusement park. Along the way, he begged me to buy ice cream. I had no choice but to ask him to wait for me. But when I returned with the ice cream, Felix was gone. My face turned pale with worry as I searched everywhere for him. Yet, there was no sign of him in the entire amusement park. I ran back to our neighborhood, hoping Felix had returned home. But as soon as I reached the entrance, the security guard stopped me: “Mr. Hunter wants you to go to the hospital. He said Felix was hit by a car.” My mind went blank, and I immediately rushed to the hospital. As soon as I entered the room, Felix burst into tears at the sight of me, his face showing terror. He said, “I told her I didn’t want ice cream, but Mom said she wanted some. When I refused, she pushed me in front of a car. After I was hit, she ran away and said I deserved it.” Bonnie’s eyes were red: “Penelope, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with Edward or come to see you. But Felix is innocent. Why would you hurt him? He even calls you Mom.” My face turned deathly pale, but at that moment, I understood everything. I looked at Felix, asking in disbelief: “Felix, why are you falsely accusing—” Before I could finish, Edward slapped me across the face. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as if he wanted to kill me: “You’re so vicious. How dare you hurt Felix.” My cheek stung with pain as I defended myself: “I didn’t hurt him. I told Felix not to wander off. He wanted ice cream and asked me to buy it.” “Enough! Would a child lie?” Edward roared. With that one sentence, he sealed my fate. Edward’s chest heaved violently: “Get out! After Felix is discharged, we’ll file for divorce. A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my son’s mother. When you realize your mistake, we can discuss reconciliation.” The moment I heard those words, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if all the pressure of recent days had been released: “Fine.” Edward was stunned, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. But after saying that, I turned and walked decisively out of the hospital room. Just as I reached the outside of the hospital, I received a notification to pick up the divorce agreement. Afterward, I went home and packed all my belongings. It was only then that I realized, after ten Christmases of marriage, everything that belonged to me only filled one small suitcase. But that made it easier for me to leave. I placed the divorce agreement and keys together on the table, abandoning these ten Christmases of feelings. From now on, I would never return.

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My husband, Ethan Stewart, hated me for six whole Christmases because of the death of his first love, Hailey Fields. I humbly tried to win back his heart, only to be met with his cold mockery: “Julia, if you really want to atone, then die.” Those words pierced my chest like a blade. But when flames engulfed the entire factory, he suddenly rushed in and pushed me away. He collapsed in my arms, blood quickly soaking my clothes, his breathing so faint it was barely noticeable. He said, “Julia, if there’s a next life, let’s not meet again.” Paul and Camila wept bitterly at the funeral, nearly fainting. They regretfully said, “If we hadn’t forced you to break up with her, if we hadn’t made you marry Julia, none of this would have happened.” “Julia, Ethan was held back by you time and again, and now he’s dead because of you. You should have been the one to die!” Amid endless blame and guilt, I eventually chose suicide, closing my eyes at his grave. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to six Christmases ago. This time, I was determined to stay away from Ethan, for everyone’s sake. ***** “Julia, you think forcing me to marry you with our families’ engagement is enough? I’m being coerced! I will never like you!” I froze for a moment, looking up to meet those familiar eyes. It was Ethan, alive. But the Ethan before me was completely different from the mature, reserved, and profound man in my memory. Now he was more like the twenty-one-year-old Ethan, raw and straightforward. I really had returned to six Christmases ago. Just as tears were about to fall, I quickly lowered my head and softly asked, “You love Hailey, and that’s why you don’t want to marry me, right?” This was a fact I’d long known, but bringing it up again still sent a sharp pain through my heart. Ethan sneered, “So what if I do? Will you break off our engagement?” Fighting back the bitterness in my heart, I nodded. “Yes.” My parents were war comrades with Ethan’s parents before they passed away. After their death, they entrusted me to his family. The engagement was arranged then, solely to provide me with security. However, Ethan’s parents always respected my wishes. If I asked, this marriage could indeed be canceled. Ethan was stunned for a moment, then frowned, “Julia, what do you think marriage is? I’ve already submitted the application to my commander, Ivan Powell. Now you want to cancel?” I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, he cut me off, “I have matters to attend to at the base. If you want to break the engagement, tell my parents and Ivan yourself.” With that, he turned and left, his retreating figure resolute and without a trace of attachment. Watching him walk away, the tears I’d been holding back finally streamed down my face. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe. Ethan and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Because our parents were close, he always looked after me. He even got hurt multiple times protecting me. I thought he might have feelings for me too, so I secretly told my parents I liked him. My parents also admired Ethan and proposed the engagement to his parents. Later, after my parents passed away, I moved in with his family to fulfill the engagement. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Until I met his first love and realized he never loved me at all. My feelings for him were nothing but shackles holding him back. In my previous life, after I died, my soul lingered at his grave for a long time. Until a passing witch guided me, allowing me to be reborn to fulfill my obsession. And my obsession was to let Ethan go, to give him a life without complications. After coming to this realization, I went to find Ivan first. After hearing me out, he looked troubled. “Julia, have you discussed this with Mr. Stewart? You’ve been together for so long, don’t give up on marriage over something small.” I gave a bitter smile. “Mr. Powell, you misunderstand. We were never dating. He loves someone else, and I don’t want to hold him back anymore.” Ivan seemed to recall Ethan’s first love and sighed deeply, returning the marriage application to me. I carefully folded the document and tucked it into my coat. Next, I went to the military base to find Ethan. After waiting for a long time, I finally saw him come out. When he spotted me, his brows furrowed slightly. “What are you doing here?” I rubbed my arms and handed him the voided marriage application. He reached out to open it with a puzzled look, but I quickly stopped him. “Don’t rush, you can look at it later. Let’s go home first.”

Ethan said, “You’re still being mysterious. I don’t even want to look at it.” Despite his words, he carefully tucked the report into his pocket. I sighed with relief. Just as I turned around, a heavy coat was draped over my shoulders. From above my head came his cold snort. “You’re all grown up now, and you still don’t know to wear more clothes when it’s cold?” I touched the coat, a smile involuntarily spreading across my face. He asked, “What are you smiling about?” I answered, “I’m happy.” I was happy that Ethan was still alive. At the same time, I felt somewhat emotional. He was always so kind, which made me repeatedly misinterpret his goodwill as love. He would ultimately become someone else’s support; I shouldn’t take advantage of his kindness anymore. With this thought, I promptly removed the coat and returned it to him. “Let’s go home. Your parents are waiting for us.” Ethan’s expression darkened. He grabbed the coat and strode forward. I followed closely behind him, instinctively heading toward the back seat when we reached the car. In the past, I was thoughtless, always wanting to be near him in the passenger seat. Now, I was simply finding my proper place. Ethan glanced at me but said nothing, only tightening his grip on the steering wheel. Throughout the journey, no one broke the silence. Only when the bustling sounds of people reached us through the window did I peek outside. I immediately spotted Emmanuel Sanctuary. My thoughts drifted away, suddenly remembering my previous life. Back then, not knowing Ethan liked Hailey, I had dragged him here. Everyone said that couples who prayed here together would stay together for all eternity. Ethan didn’t believe it. He said, “This is all superstition. I should report this illegal structure and have it demolished.” His cold words cut like a blade, piercing deep into my heart, leaving scars that remain to this day. I silently rolled up the window and huddled in the corner. However, the car suddenly slowed down. Then, Ethan opened the back door and unexpectedly said, “Didn’t you want to come here?” I stared at his outstretched hand in front of me, stunned for quite a while. That’s just how Ethan was. He always made me feel inexplicably warm when I least expected it. Before, when I was harassed by thugs, he stepped in despite being on probation, which delayed his military entry by three months. Another time, when I had a high fever, he insisted on taking me to the hospital even after being in a car accident himself. The wound still aches occasionally. During that factory fire, he lost his life protecting me. In our previous life, we weren’t meant to be together. Even if fate has changed somewhat this time, we still won’t end up together. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I took his hand and said, “Sure.” Just as I got out of the car, I saw someone rushing over, whispering something in Ethan’s ear. I vaguely heard something about “Hailey not feeling well.” Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed. I instinctively wanted to reach out and smooth it, but then I heard him say, “Hailey didn’t go for her hospital check-up today and now she’s having an episode. She urgently needs a ride. I’ll take her there first. Wait for me here.” I lowered my eyes and softly replied, “Okay.” Ethan frowned and asked, “Aren’t you angry?” The next second, he scoffed, “I guess not. After all, now that you have my mom backing you up, you don’t even need to speak up.” With that, he drove away, completely missing the hurt and desolation in my eyes. When I first learned about Ethan and Hailey’s relationship, I did lose my temper with him. Because I knew Hailey wasn’t as pure as she appeared on the surface. I had seen her entering entertainment venues with numerous men. Through the haze of smoke, her body pressed tightly against theirs. I was just angry that someone as good as Ethan would fall for her. But I also feared he would be hurt if he knew the truth, so I desperately tried to keep them apart. Ethan’s resentment toward me skyrocketed because of this, turning into hatred after Hailey’s death. Since his feelings for Hailey run so deep, I can only support him. I can’t let him die in front of me like he did in my previous life.

I didn’t continue waiting there but went to the Education Board first. Recently, the volunteer program has been in full swing, urgently needing many people to go to the countryside for the “Educational Support” project. The director at the Education Board was extremely pleased to see me come to sign up and asked when I could depart. I said, “In the next day or two.” The marriage application had been withdrawn. Now the only thing left was to explain everything to Ethan’s parents. Soon, I would leave this place and never interfere in anyone’s life again. After getting the registration form, I returned to the Stuart mansion. As soon as I entered, Paul and Camila heard the noise and enthusiastically pulled me into the living room. They asked me a few concerned questions, then noticed Ethan wasn’t with me and asked, “Why did you come back alone? Wasn’t Ethan with you? Where is he?” “You’re about to become his wife. If he dares to mistreat you, we’ll definitely teach him a lesson!” “He had something urgent come up at work, so he left first,” I forced a smile. After my parents passed away, Paul and Camila were the kindest people to me. If there’s anything I find hard to let go of now, it’s them. I said, “There’s something else I want to tell you…” Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and said everything at once: “I’m not going to marry Ethan. I’ve signed up for the Educational Support program and will be leaving in the next couple of days.” Camila was clearly shocked by my words and quickly said, “Why have you suddenly decided not to get married? Getting married doesn’t conflict with you joining the program! You two can get your marriage certificate, have the wedding, and then Ethan can visit you whenever he’s free.” Paul chimed in, “That’s right. You’re a young woman—having him by your side looking after you would give us peace of mind.” I shook my head, my voice calm but firm: “Ethan never loved me. If we really got married, we wouldn’t be happy in the future. Let’s just end it.” Camila slammed her hand on the table and angrily demanded, “Is Hailey causing trouble for you again? They’ve already broken up, and she still won’t give up? I’m going to teach her a lesson today!” In my previous life, they stood by me without hesitation like this. Until Ethan lost his life trying to save me, and everyone was plunged into deep regret. The fact is, this marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Without hesitation, I knelt on the ground, my voice choked but clear and strong: “This has nothing to do with anyone else. I just don’t want to marry Ethan anymore. “After my parents died, you’ve been like parents to me. “So I’m begging you to let me go, and let Ethan marry the person he truly loves.” After saying this, I kowtowed several times. Even though my forehead was bleeding, I showed no intention of lessening the force. Tears welled in Camila’s eyes as she quickly helped me up: “Julia, please get up! This is all Ethan’s fault.” Paul sighed deeply and comforted me: “We originally arranged this engagement for your benefit. If you don’t want it, then let’s forget about it. “But wherever you go in the future, you must take good care of yourself. This will always be your home.” He then stuffed a thick wad of cash into my pocket. Just as I was about to refuse, a cold male voice came from outside: “Julia, didn’t I tell you to wait for me there? “You came back ahead of me just to complain to my parents, huh? I really underestimated you!” Ethan strode over and yanked me aside. The pain from hitting my head hadn’t subsided yet, and my head was spinning so much I could barely stand. His gaze swept over the bright red mark on my forehead. He paused briefly before coldly changing the subject. “Hailey says you had someone block her from going to the hospital?” “Do you realize that if I had arrived any later, she might have died?” Hearing this, I froze. Before I could defend myself, Paul suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ethan hard across the face. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could Julia possibly do something like that?” he said. “So you went to see Hailey again! Don’t you know…” Seeing that Paul was about to reveal what had just happened to me, I quickly interrupted him. But Ethan, as if enraged, grabbed me and dragged me outside. “You’re coming with me to the hospital right now,” he said. Paul roared, “You bastard, let go of Julia!” But Ethan pretended not to hear and walked straight toward the hospital. I couldn’t keep up with his pace and nearly fell. The pressure on my wrist made me wince in pain. “Do you really think I did it?” Without looking back, Ethan coldly replied, “We’ll find out when we get to the hospital.” As soon as we entered the hospital, a doctor rushed into Hailey’s room, loudly asking who had type O blood. Without hesitation, I raised my hand. “I do.” Ethan stared at me, seemingly surprised. In my previous life, Hailey had died from blood loss because the hospital’s blood bank had run out. And now, the same situation was happening again. Ethan hesitated. “You…” I gently shook my head and brushed past him. “Consider it me repaying a debt.” He had helped me countless times before. Now, it was my turn to repay him. Ethan pressed his lips together, helplessly watching as the doctor led me to the blood collection room. During the blood draw, I could clearly feel the warm blood being drawn from my body bit by bit, with no end in sight. I weakly asked, “Doctor, are we almost done?” The only response was cold silence and the needle being pushed in harder. As my consciousness began to fade, I vaguely saw Ethan rushing toward me. His figure overlapped with images of him rescuing me time and again in the past, like a surreal dream. “Julia, are you okay?” he called out anxiously. I managed to give him a weak smile. “Ethan, I wish you happiness and peace in this life. From now on, I won’t appear in your life anymore.” With that, I completely lost consciousness. Much later, when I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, completely alone. I struggled to get out of bed. Just as I stepped into the hallway, I overheard some nurses chatting. “I heard Emmanuel Sanctuary burned down last night. Such a shame—I never even got to take my boyfriend there to pray.” I thought, “Emmanuel Sanctuary was burned down? What a pity, I never got to visit.” An indescribable emptiness welled up inside me, gradually engulfing my entire body like a rising tide. I sighed, and as I happened to look up, I saw Ethan sitting by Hailey’s bedside, carefully tucking in her blanket. Only with Hailey did he show such unreserved tenderness. I watched him silently, not even noticing the tears sliding down my cheeks. Ethan seemed to sense something and looked up. I quickly crouched down, avoiding his gaze. Since they were getting along so well now, it was time for me to leave. That evening, after leaving Hailey’s room, Ethan hurried to Julia’s hospital room. All day, he’d felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something essential was missing from deep within him and gradually slipping away. When he pushed open the door, Julia wasn’t there—only a nurse making the bed. “Where did she go?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Without looking up, the nurse replied, “Oh, you mean Ms. Walker? She checked out hours ago, said she was catching a train somewhere. She’s probably at the station by now.”

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