For twenty years, I devoted myself completely to raising three abandoned children I found, sacrificing everything to give them a good life. I never married, never pursued my own dreams, just worked tirelessly to help them thrive. But when a twist of fate left me pregnant at forty, those children I loved as my own became strangers, tearing me apart with their words. It all started with my eldest daughter, Tina White, who had just earned her degree from a prestigious university overseas and was about to begin an enviable job at a hospital in the big city. On a stormy night, she locked me out of her clean, tidy apartment, leaving me soaked in the rain. “Get rid of that baby or don’t step foot in my home again!” she said coldly, her voice as icy as the pouring rain. “You’re not my real mother anyway, I don’t owe you anything.”
Then there was my second son, Jason White, who had just gotten engaged to a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was planning the perfect wedding. He showed up at my door, not with love, but with a bottle of pills he tried to force me to swallow. “I’m starting a new life,” he roared, with anger that even he seemed ashamed of. “Why are you having a baby at your age? You’re embarrassing me!”
And my youngest daughter, Judy White, who had recently found her birth mother and couldn’t wait to leave the country with her, didn’t hold back either. She sneered, her words sharp as knives. “You just had to interfere, didn’t you? Dragging me into your home, ruining my chance at a perfect love story. Now you’re pregnant with God knows whose child? This is what you get for meddling.”
Twenty years of love, sweat, and tears, only to be rewarded with three ungrateful children who would rather spit in my face than call me mom. Well, if that’s how they feel, I’m done with them. I don’t need these heartless bastards in my life anymore. *****
“You old witch, getting knocked up at your age with some bastard child—have you no shame at all?”
The moment Tina heard about my pregnancy, her voice filled with rage and her face contorted. She jumped to her feet and berated me as if I were nothing. Her anger hit me like a slap across the face, my heart tightening in my chest. I was shocked, but part of me understood. What 26-year-old wants to hear their mother is having another child? A sudden brother or sister? It’s certainly hard to accept. Fighting through her harsh words, I forced a smile and pleaded softly, “Tina, you’ve always been my rock, my capable daughter. Can you help me this time?”
She let out a cold laugh, her words growing sharper: “Help you? You’re over forty, parading around with a belly for the whole world to see. You might not be embarrassed, but I’m mortified!”
Her eyes flashed, “This isn’t up for discussion. You need to terminate the pregnancy.”
I clenched my fists as a cold fear spread through me. For twenty years, I had given up love, comfort, even my health to raise Tina and her siblings, pouring everything I had into them. When I discovered I was pregnant, my first thought was to end it—I didn’t want the children to feel my love would be divided. But the doctor warned that medication abortion carried risks and recommended surgery. Knowing Tina was about to start working in obstetrics at a top hospital, I thought she would be the one to help me through this difficult time. Instead, she was ashamed of me. I pressed my lips together, my face hardening for the first time in front of her.
“I’m not getting rid of it,” I said firmly. “I’m keeping this baby.”
Tina’s face darkened, and before I could react, her hand struck my face hard.
“You shameless woman!” she spat.
My cheek burned with pain, but the shock of her hitting me broke my heart even more. The next second, she shoved me out the door.
“You can die on the street for all I care, but that child cannot stay!”
Outside, thunder and lightning crashed through the downpour. I stepped in a puddle and nearly fell. Instinctively, I twisted to protect my belly, landing hard on my back instead. A sharp pain shot through my tailbone, making me cry out in agony. Before I could catch my breath, Tina rushed over, her face contorted with rage. She kicked my stomach viciously.
“You stupid old fool, still protecting that bastard child?” she roared.
My stomach throbbed with pain, my breath caught in my chest. This was Tina, my first adopted child, the girl I had raised as my own. For her future, I had saved every penny, sold everything I owned, even mortgaged my only house to gather a million dollars to send her to university in Europe. When she needed money abroad, I worked myself to the bone, cutting every expense to ensure she never went without. And now, when I needed her most, she treated me like I had some contagious disease.
The cold rain pelted my skin, but my heart felt colder. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and struggled to my feet, my voice steady despite the pain.
“Tina, I just wanted to ask for your help. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm, her voice shrill. “You think you can just walk away? You really want to keep that child?”
I met her gaze, seeing nothing but disgust and resentment in her eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking—twenty Christmases of motherly devotion, and this was what it came to. I had loved her like my own daughter, but I had been wrong about her. I didn’t answer, which only fueled her anger.
“What, silence solves everything now?” she shouted.
A passerby’s voice carried over, and embarrassment flashed across her face. She yanked me back inside, shoving me toward the corner of the table, ramming my stomach against it again and again. When she was little and bumped into that table, I had padded every sharp corner with foam to protect her. Now, she didn’t care at all, mercilessly using that same table against me.
A tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face turned pale. I grabbed her hands, my voice trembling as I begged, “Tina, please, let me go. I’m your mother.”
She wouldn’t listen. Her face was twisted like a wild animal’s, as if she wouldn’t stop until she broke me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open. Jason and Judy’s voices rang out in unison.
“Tina, what the hell are you doing?”
Tina grabbed my hair and refused to let go, each tug sending searing pain across my scalp.
I reached out toward Jason and Judy, who stood frozen, seemingly unable to process the scene before them. “Judy, Jason, help me…” I gasped, my face pale.
Jason suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed forward, shoving Tina away. “What the fuck are you doing to Mom?” he roared. “Do you have any conscience left?”
I collapsed against him, his arms catching me. In that moment, I briefly felt a glimmer of family warmth.
Judy frowned, hurled a few sharp words at Tina, then took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, her hand brushing against my cold palm.
Tina’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “This old witch is pregnant and says she wants to keep it. If you two think that’s fine, take her to your place!”
She folded her arms. “She’s not staying here. Do whatever you want—she’s not my real mom, and I don’t owe her a damn thing.”
Her previous attack had already broken my heart, but hearing her coldly say she had no obligation to me sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest.
I looked at her, my eyes filled with disappointment.
Tina met my gaze, her eyes hard. “What? Am I wrong?”
I lowered my eyes, feeling Jason’s body tense against mine.
He exchanged a glance with Judy, then turned to me, his voice uncertain. “Mom, is what Tina saying true?”
A flicker of doubt, perhaps judgment, passed through their eyes—my heart sank.
Despite everything, I still clung to a shred of hope, forcing a weak smile. “It’s true,” I said. “I’m keeping this baby.”
Jason’s face darkened, his expression turning to disgust, as if I were something filthy he’d scraped off his shoe.
Judy yanked the jacket off my shoulders, threw it to the ground, and ground it with her heel.
She even pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse and sprayed it toward me, as if my pregnancy were some kind of plague.
Jason’s voice was ice-cold. “Mom, this is ridiculous. You know I’m getting married soon. You’re pregnant now? It’s like you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head. “Tina’s right, this baby can’t stay.”
Judy chimed in, her tone full of contempt. “Exactly. What’s the point of having a baby now? You think we’ll help you raise it? Tina’s starting her career, Jason’s having a wedding, and I’m going to Europe with my birth mother. You’re just causing problems for us.”
I gripped the table to steady myself, staring at all three of them—my children, now standing against me.
Tina, I had already lost.
But Jason and Judy? I raised them from nothing, through countless hardships.
Jason was sickly as a child, and I cared for him like he was my own flesh and blood.
At school, his wealthy classmates had everything, and when he wanted thousand-dollar sneakers, I didn’t hesitate.
I delivered food until I could barely stand, slept only three hours a night, all so he wouldn’t feel inferior.
When he couldn’t get into a tutoring program, I knelt outside the teacher’s door for five hours, begging them to accept him.
In college, when he didn’t want his classmates to know about me, I quietly walked away without a word.
Now he’s engaged to a rich girl, and I’ve become his burden.
And Judy—I never shortchanged her. She got just as much as Tina and Jason.
True, I was strict with her when she dated in high school, but when she found her birth mother and abandoned me, I let her go without saying a word.
My expression hardened, all tenderness toward them gone. “This baby is mine, and you have no right to dictate my decisions. If anything happens to it, you’ll all pay a price you can’t imagine.”
With that, I pushed past them and headed for the door.
Judy screamed and rushed over, slamming it shut. “No way! This baby has to be dealt with today—you’re not ruining our lives!”
I almost laughed. When I was a young single woman, I adopted these three children without ever thinking they’d ruin my life.
But now, they stood there, convinced my pregnancy would destroy their futures.
My mistake was letting these ungrateful brats into my heart.
I’d had enough. I needed to leave.
Before I could move, Jason’s arm swung toward me, a blunt force crashing against my head. Everything went black.
When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, the ropes burning against my wrists.
The rope dug deep into my skin, binding me to the chair. My three beloved children sat across from me, staring as if I were their worst enemy.
My head felt like it was about to split open, weak and heavy, fear gripping my heart. “What are you doing?” I asked softly.
Tina lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think? We’re forcing you to get rid of that child.”
She casually tossed a handful of pills onto the table, making my heart skip a beat.
Jason stood up, grabbed a few pills and walked toward me. “Mom, don’t act like we’re the bad guys,” his voice was hard, “you’re the one who didn’t think about us. Getting pregnant at your age? Aren’t you ashamed? We’re completely humiliated.”
He leaned in close, offering the pills. “Be good now, swallow these. It’s better for everyone.”
His figure loomed over me, his eyes flashing with a cruelty I barely recognized.
These past years, in his pursuit of marrying into wealth, he’d learned plenty of dirty tactics.
Now, those tactics were all directed at me—the woman who raised him from nothing.
My heart froze solid.
“I won’t take them!” I clenched my lips, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch this baby. It’s the Howard Group CEO’s child!”
Tina frowned, her patience exhausted. “Your stubbornness won’t help!” she yelled, “Pry her mouth open and force them in! I’d rather she choke to death than give birth to that bastard!”
Jason took a deep breath, his hand clamping down on my jaw, trying to force the pills into my mouth.
“You’re lying!” he roared, “Mr. Howard? A powerful man like him interested in a cleaner like you?”
I shook my head desperately, my brain rattling inside my skull, using all my strength to keep the pills out.
He lost patience and called Judy over to hold me down. Together they restrained me while Jason tried to push the pills into my mouth.
I refused to let them succeed. I bit down hard on Jason’s hand.
“Ah!” he cried out in pain, his face contorting. He slapped me across the face, making my cheek burn with pain. “You old witch, you dare bite me?”
My face stung like fire as he called Tina over to help hold me down.
I was just a rag doll now, firmly restrained by the three children I had raised. Jason’s face twisted with rage as he finally forced the pills down my throat, immediately following with a pot of scalding hot water.
The hot water burned my throat painfully, leaving me gasping for air.
“You all…,” I choked, my mouth blistering from the hot water, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable.
The three of them stepped back, smug smiles spreading across their faces.
They even hugged each other, celebrating as if they’d won some victory.
Once, scenes like this had warmed my heart.
When Tina got accepted to that prestigious overseas school, we hugged and cried in our 200-square-foot rental.
When Jason recovered from his illness and got into college, we danced and laughed outside his high school.
When Judy landed a job at a big company, we wept with joy at a roadside restaurant.
Now, their celebration was about destroying me, burying me alive.
I closed my eyes tight, hot tears sliding down my cheeks.
I tried desperately to vomit, wanting to expel the pills. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child—my own flesh and blood.
Tina noticed my struggle and her expression darkened. She broke free from their embrace and rushed toward me. “You stubborn old fool, still fighting back?”
She roared, raising her hand to strike.
The door was suddenly smashed open with a tremendous crash. “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice thundered like lightning.
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On my birthday, I mistakenly used David Turner’s ex-wife’s rose-patterned dinnerware.
Thirteen-year-old Tom Turner suddenly flipped the dishes, spilling scalding corn chowder on the back of my hand.
He watched coldly as I screamed in pain.
“This was my mom’s custom wedding dinnerware! I don’t allow anyone else to touch it!” he said.
Tom then rushed to his room and smashed the last jeweled bracelet my mother had left me before she died.
“If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have left me! When I grow up, I’ll kick you out of my house!” he shouted.
I stood there quietly, feeling neither sad nor wronged, just sighing softly.
“If that’s what you want, then so be it.”
*****
I grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned the soup stains off myself.
As I turned, I accidentally knocked the dishes to the floor.
The dish broke in half upon impact.
“You wicked woman! That was my mom’s favorite dinnerware!” Tom, who had been wearing a defiant expression, suddenly exploded.
He stared at me intensely, his expression severe.
I looked at the broken pieces and said, “Tom, you’re lying. Your mother hated roses. Why would she custom order dinnerware with that pattern?”
Caught in his lie, Tom became flustered.
He kicked over a chair and ran out the door clutching his worn-out backpack.
This time, I didn’t follow him to the corner store to buy him cookies as I usually did.
After cleaning up the mess, I quietly walked to the storage room.
The urn that should have contained my mother’s ashes was completely empty.
I heard the toilet flush.
When I rushed into the bathroom, trembling as I scooped up the last traces of ashes, Tom gloated: “Serves you right! You broke my mom’s precious dinnerware! I made your most precious thing disappear too!”
He made a face at me, then ran away.
I stared at the grayish-white traces on the floor, feeling heartbroken.
At Christmas, I had moved from my countryside farm to the factory housing complex with the canvas bag my mother had sewn.
But the low walls of the housing complex completely cut off the free wind from the farm.
They took away the college acceptance letters addressed to me and handed me a three-year-old boy who loved to bite.
I spent my youth teaching him how to tie his shoelaces and solve math problems with a pencil.
Yet it only took him the time to smash an urn to destroy all the love I had for him.
I stood there in silence, catching the familiar scent of laundry detergent.
Looking up, I saw David standing in front of my spaghetti.
Like father, like son—Tom and David shared the same arrogance and the same dislike for me.
David sat at the dinner table waiting for his meal after work.
He examined me with a frown and said directly, “Why are you fighting with Tom again? He just started middle school. Why are you arguing with him?”
Seeing that I remained silent, David grew impatient.
His eyes fell on the urn I was holding, but ultimately he said nothing more.
After a while, he said in a dismissive tone, “What’s past is past. The living are more important than the dead.”
I felt as if I had been with them for ten Christmases yet never left even the slightest impression on their hearts.
After dinner, David habitually pulled me toward the bed.
I instinctively didn’t push him away.
He unbuttoned my collar and slipped his hand inside my clothes.
His warm breath fell on my face.
David said, “It’s your birthday today, so I’ll allow you not to take birth control. If you can get pregnant, have the baby. Stop fighting with Tom.”
His body grew warmer, but I felt cold.
When we first married, I had loved this handsome factory manager in his Christmas prime.
Three months after our wedding, I became pregnant.
I remember telling David the news that day, and how his expression instantly turned cold.
He coaxed me into taking abortion pills.
David said, “Tom is my first and will be my only child. If you get pregnant and have your own child, you’ll surely neglect Tom.”
Afterward, he became even more vigilant. Every time we had sex, he made sure to watch me take birth control.
Ten Christmases had passed.
The doctor said I might never be able to get pregnant again.
Now David’s words seemed like a Christian offering to me.
I thought, “What did I do wrong to make him treat me this way…”
For the first time, I gathered the courage to push away the man lying on top of me.
I said, “David, our ten-year Christmas term is up. It’s time for me to divorce you.”
The atmosphere grew tense.
David said impatiently, “Tom is just a child.”
“As his mother, it’s your fault for not raising him properly!”
I lowered my head and smirked coldly.
At Christmas, David, the factory manager, fell in love with my cousin Amanda Carter, an ordinary worker.
The Carter family got several jobs at large chain supermarkets thanks to David’s connections and moved into a luxury apartment.
Their marriage was happy.
But Amanda’s health was poor, and she suffered from postpartum depression before passing away.
The Carter family sent me to the Turner household overnight to be Tom’s stepmother.
David initially refused, but his parents agreed.
They thought hiring a nanny wasn’t as good as marrying a woman.
Finally, the two families made a ten-Christmas agreement.
Although David and I are legally married now, not a single person from either family acknowledges the legitimacy of our relationship.
Tom has never called me “Mom.”
This was the first time I didn’t avoid David when he was angry but looked straight into his eyes.
I said, “I’m not angry, just that at Christmas, the agreement between our families will expire.”
“I really should leave. Staying here only causes trouble for you and Tom.”
Hearing my words, David’s expression softened somewhat.
He looked at me suspiciously, but the tension eased.
He compromised. “If you’re pregnant, I’ll talk to my mother. She might agree…”
I said, “Don’t bother.”
At Christmas, my father ran off with another woman, and my mother and I stayed at Amanda’s house.
If I didn’t owe the Carter family a favor, I would have asked David for a divorce long ago.
My father didn’t love me and left me nothing.
David doesn’t love me, nor would he love my child.
If I had a child, they would be unloved like me. I couldn’t bear to do that.
I walked to the desk and wrote down Tom’s living habits and study progress over these Christmases.
I said, “These days, I’ve written down everything Tom likes to eat and all his preferences in this notebook.”
“He’s grown up now and can take care of himself. You can hire a housekeeper in the future. Just follow what’s in the notebook, and nothing will go wrong.”
David took a deep breath and threw the notebook directly into the fireplace to burn.
He pointed his index finger at my nose and said, “Lily, don’t push it.”
“It’s your birthday today, so I won’t argue with you. Think it over carefully!”
The door slammed shut.
But a second later, the door opened a crack.
Tom was still wearing the badge his teacher had awarded him.
He threw his book hard at my temple and said viciously, “Bad woman! If you keep hanging around our house, I’ll hit you!”
The book fell to the floor—it was one I had given him.
Tom forgot that his academic achievements he’s now so proud of were all because of my help.
Amanda and I were close.
Before she died, she asked me to take care of Tom, saying he was a good kid and would surely be grateful to me someday.
At that time, I looked at the adorable three-year-old Tom.
He seemed to understand and smiled happily.
In that moment, I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with David.
But after ten Christmases, it’s time for me to wake up from my dream.
The next day, I packed my bags.
To take care of Tom, all my clothes these past ten Christmases have been gray and black, colors that don’t easily show dirt—much like my gloomy life.
But it doesn’t matter. I’m about to welcome my own freedom.
I was heading to the station to buy tickets when I ran into my widowed neighbor.
She showed her face at the door, and Tom laughed as he threw himself into her arms.
“Good morning, Ella,” he said loudly.
His voice was so loud that other neighbors looked our way.
“Lily used some tricks to marry David shortly after his cousin died.”
“Now Tom isn’t even close to her. What good has it done her?”
Hearing these words, Tom seemed even happier and spoke even louder.
“Ella, Dad loved the cake you made yesterday. Lily’s cooking is terrible.”
When I first moved here, I wasn’t good at handling relationships and was ostracized by neighbors, so I stayed home experimenting with cooking.
Back then, three-year-old Tom was very attached to me.
He would eat every bit of the cakes and cookies I made.
In his eyes then, I was like an angel sent from heaven.
But now, though my cooking skills haven’t declined, Tom looks down on me.
Ella smiled at Tom in her arms, then looked at me challengingly.
“Children are the most innocent and adorable. They never lie,” she said.
“David marrying you was the luckiest thing that could happen in your life.”
Ella had a mole at the corner of her eye, just like Amanda’s.
Because of this similarity, she—a widow—was assigned an apartment by the factory.
Tom often ran to her place to play. When David came to pick him up, the three of them standing together looked like a family.
“You’ve even bought tickets. Are you trying to threaten me?”
I had come to Amanda’s home with my train ticket.
Amanda’s mother, Kelly Edwards, clutched my train ticket with displeasure.
“I’m just fulfilling our previous agreement,” I said. “I’ve been their nanny for ten Christmases, and now I want to live my own life.”
She slapped me hard across the face and said, “You country girl, how ambitious you are! You and your mother lived in our house, and now that she’s dead, you want to leave?”
She tried to slap me again, but I caught her hand and looked at her calmly.
“My mother and I lived in your house for five Christmases, and I’ve worked at David’s for ten. We’re even now!” I said.
“I’m not here to ask for your opinion. I’m just here to inform you.”
These past ten Christmases, I’ve acted with a clear conscience.
As a wife, I’ve taken meticulous care of David. While he went out to work, I handled all the household matters.
Every day, I also had to endure his insatiable sexual desires.
As a mother, I’ve raised Tom to become a known genius in the middle school.
I gave him all my love. And he achieved excellent grades.
I played every role well, except I failed myself.
After saying goodbye to Kelly, I turned to see David’s cold, feminine energy-depleted gaze.
David said, “Are you really leaving? You’re a Christmas-aged divorcee, no one will want you anymore.
“I advise you to think carefully. If you don’t get along with Tom, just let him go to Ella’s place after school. You won’t have to worry about anything.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you. That won’t be necessary.”
David grew increasingly angry.
According to his imagined scenario, I should have happily accepted his proposal and stayed out of gratitude.
But I’d rather endure the pain than continue living this numb existence.
Ella mocked me, “Lily, it’s too much how you despise me.
“Mr. Turner has provided for you all these Christmases, and has never mistreated you.
“Do you hate me that much?”
As she spoke, Ella actually turned away with tears and nestled into David’s arms.
David shouted at me angrily, “Lily, apologize to Ella right now!”
Tom picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it at me, saying, “I don’t want you as my mom anymore! I want Ella to be my mom!
“You bitch! You killed my mother, and now you want to hurt Ella!”
The stone hit my temple, causing pain.
I looked at Tom seriously and asked, “In your heart, am I the murderer who killed your mother?”
“Aren’t you?” he furiously headbutted my stomach, knocking me to the ground.
That’s when I suddenly realized he had grown to be as tall as me.
Tom developed slower than other children his age, and I tried everything to provide him with proper nutrition.
Through winter cold and summer heat, I considered everything thoroughly for him, from his studies to his friendships.
These ten Christmases, the time spent with him has occupied a third of my life.
Yet all my efforts couldn’t withstand Ella’s few provocative words.
I just felt disappointed.
David and Tom looked at me as if I were a beggar on the street coming to collect a debt.
Perhaps I once did beg them for love, but now all misunderstandings could only end with this divorce agreement.
I took the agreement out of my pocket, handed it to David, smiled at the three of them, turned around and went inside to get my luggage.
David didn’t even glance at me, busy fussing over Ella.
But I felt like he was waiting for me to say something.
I knew that with David’s charm, there would always be new women in his life who would consider being his wife the highest honor.
But none of that concerned me anymore.
I hailed a taxi, wanting to leave this home as quickly as possible.
However, after the car started, Tom suddenly appeared on the road, spreading his arms to block the car.
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I was kidnapped when I was six months pregnant and imprisoned in a glass room filled with surveillance cameras for three full years.
When I was rescued, I had lost my memory, my uterus had been removed, and I could never become a mother—until Liam Carter saved me.
He said he was my husband, that I had lost my memory in a car accident, and that Emily White was my best friend.
He treated me with utmost tenderness. We adopted a child together and named him Ethan.
On Mother’s Day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Liam and Emily.
“Are you sure Isabella hasn’t discovered that Ethan is our child?”
“Don’t worry. That idiot has been raising Ethan for five years.”
Emily leaned into his arms and said emotionally, “Back then, if you hadn’t arranged for someone to kidnap her, I couldn’t have successfully taken her place. The Williams family still believes I’m the real heir. It’s ridiculous!”
“Once she helps us raise Ethan, we’ll find an excuse to take him back. Then the Williams family assets will be ours.”
I trembled all over, realizing they had been deceiving me all along.
If that’s how it is, I’m determined to teach them a lesson.
*****
In the office, Emily’s voice, feigning concern, came through again.
“Liam, what if she suddenly recovers her memory? If she remembers what happened back then, I’ll lose the Williams Group shares I worked so hard to get.”
Liam laughed and said, “She was tortured beyond recognition back then. She won’t recover that easily.”
“If she really does recover her memory, we can just kidnap her again. As long as the Williams family still recognizes you as the heir, she can’t do anything.”
Hearing this, I nearly lost my balance.
I remembered what had happened.
When I woke up in the hospital, I had lost my memory.
Liam claimed to be my husband, saying I had been severely injured in a car accident, with abdominal trauma that resulted in my uterus being removed.
We had been married for a year, and I had felt guilty countless times for not being able to get pregnant.
So Liam went to an orphanage and adopted a child named Ethan.
I poured all my love into Ethan, doting on him completely.
Everyone told me Emily was my good friend, the eldest daughter of the Williams family.
So I made her Ethan’s godmother.
It turns out this was all part of Liam and Emily’s scheme. And Ethan was actually their biological son!
They not only harmed me deeply but also deliberately replaced me, stealing the life that should have been mine.
Hearing the sounds of heavy breathing from inside the room, I turned and stumbled away.
Back home, I calmed myself before opening the door, and immediately saw Ethan sitting on the living room floor, completely absorbed in arranging colorful beads and strings before dinner.
I stared at him in a daze.
The son I had doted on for five years was actually Emily and Liam’s love child.
But Ethan is innocent…
I approached and crouched beside him, asking softly, “Sweetie, what are you making?”
Ethan looked up proudly and said, “Mom, I’m making a Mother’s Day gift!”
I was touched.
Just as I thought the gift was for me, Ethan said, “It’s for Emily. She loves pretty things the most.”
Feeling disappointed, I asked with a trembling voice, “Did you prepare a gift for me too?”
He frowned impatiently and said, “No, you hardly ever play with me. Emily plays games with me every day and buys me treats! Mom, stop bothering me!”
Just as I was about to stand up, Emily and Liam returned.
Ethan excitedly held up the necklace and ran to them. “Emily! Look, I made this gift for you!”
Emily exclaimed with delight, “I love it so much! Thank you!”
Watching their happy scene, I froze in place, at a loss.
Liam smiled as he walked to my side, gently embracing me, and said, “Isabella, Happy Mother’s Day. I bought you a gift.”
He took out a diamond necklace and put it around my neck.
When I was close to him, I smelled a perfume—lily of the valley, Emily’s favorite.
I felt nauseated.
Liam turned to Ethan and smiled, “Sweetheart, would you like to ride the Ferris wheel today? Just the three of us.”
Ethan shouted with joy, “Yes! Yes!”
Then he threw himself into my arms. “Mom, can you make your special barbecue ribs for us? We’ll eat them when we get back.”
I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him. “Okay.”
I’ll just consider this the last time I make barbecue ribs for him.
Watching the three of them walk away hand in hand, I was so upset that it took me a long time to come back to my senses.
As I turned around, I saw Ethan’s small backpack that had fallen to the floor, and I picked it up.
But the zipper wasn’t fully closed, and the items inside spilled out.
I looked closely and froze.
It was a butterfly hairpin with blood on it.
I picked up the hair clip and frowned.
The small butterfly design on the clip was exquisite, with dried blood on its wings.
Ethan was a boy who only showed interest in toy cars and building blocks.
I was puzzled about where this hair clip came from.
When Ethan returned home that evening, I casually asked, “Ethan, I found a pretty butterfly hair clip in your backpack today. Where did you get it?”
Ethan, focused on assembling his blocks, replied indifferently, “I found it at Emily’s house. The butterfly on it looked nice, so I put it in my backpack.”
I continued, “I noticed there was blood on the butterfly…”
Ethan knocked over his blocks forcefully, interrupting me impatiently, “I don’t know. Mom, you’re so annoying!”
I froze, clenching my fists painfully.
“Enjoy your playtime then,” I mumbled, gripping the hair clip tightly as I left the room.
The next day was Ethan’s birthday. Emily had specially arranged a birthday party for him at the Williams Estate.
As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard sharp yelling around the corner.
“You can’t even carry a cup of coffee properly. Useless!”
A stout maid was slapping a five-year-old girl across the face.
I immediately rushed over, positioning myself in front of the little girl, and said, “What are you doing? That’s outrageous!”
Upon seeing me, the maid instantly switched to a fawning expression and explained, “Mrs. Carter, Miss Emily Williams kindly adopted Lily. But Lily is completely useless…”
“That’s enough. You may go.” After dismissing the maid, I crouched down to examine the child.
Lily was skin and bones, her body covered in injuries.
I found cotton swabs and medicine to treat her wounds, but accidentally noticed the butterfly hair clip in her hair.
It was identical to the one I had found earlier.
I asked her softly, “Does it hurt?”
Lily nodded but instinctively shrank back defensively.
Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder.
Liam’s smile was gentle, but his eyes revealed a panic I’d never seen before.
He said, “Isabella, the Williams family is here to see Ethan. Let’s go join them.”
I replied, “Just a moment. I haven’t finished treating this child’s wounds.”
But Liam pressed firmly on my shoulder, saying anxiously, “Leave it. She’s just a servant’s child. Everyone is waiting for you.”
His behavior seemed unusual to me.
Unable to refuse, I could only push the medicine back into Lily’s hands, saying, “I’ll come find you later.”
After saying this, Liam led me to the banquet hall.
Edward Williams sat there in his tailored suit, with Emily standing obediently beside him.
“It’s been five Christmases since Emily came to us with my daughter’s ring to claim kinship. Do you have a boyfriend yet?”
Emily displayed a shy smile.
Watching this scene, I recalled the conversation I’d overheard days ago, and felt a pang in my heart.
I thought, “This is clearly my family, my home!”
In front of me, Mr. Edward had just put down his coffee cup when Ethan approached with dessert.
Edward smiled and said, “Thank you, Ethan! Isabella has raised you well!”
But Ethan objected, “That’s not true! Dad and Emily taught me all this, it has nothing to do with my mom!”
A silence fell over the room.
I was disappointed.
Even though I wasn’t Ethan’s biological mother, I had loved him deeply all these Christmases.
But now it seemed my efforts meant nothing.
Halfway through the birthday celebration, Ethan was about to cut the cake.
Before I could hand him the cake, I heard a scream.
I turned to see Lily tumbling down the stairs, blood spreading everywhere…
Lily was curled up on the floor, her face deathly pale.
I instinctively moved to rush over to her.
But Liam suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Isabella, today is Ethan’s birthday! Don’t let this little incident ruin the party. Someone will take her to the hospital.”
I looked at him.
Liam frowned, his expression appearing concerned.
Ethan put down the cake knife and complained, “Mom, my cake hasn’t been cut yet! Come help me.”
Emily impatiently said, “Hurry up and get this girl to the hospital, Jinx.”
Watching the servants carry Lily away, I finally relaxed a bit.
I patted Ethan’s head. “Okay, I’ll help you cut the cake.”
Halfway through the party, I overheard a maid quietly telling Emily, “Ms. Emily Williams, that girl isn’t doing well…”
Emily replied impatiently, “She won’t die. Don’t bother me with such things!”
I clenched my fists.
Lily’s pale little face kept flashing in my mind.
As soon as the party ended, I made an excuse and rushed to the hospital.
Since Lily’s incident happened at Ethan’s birthday party, I couldn’t just ignore it.
When I arrived at the hospital, Lily was already in surgery.
The doctor walked out with a grave expression and said, “The child needs an emergency blood transfusion, but her blood type is Rh-negative. The blood bank doesn’t have enough in stock.”
I immediately rolled up my sleeve and said, “Take my blood. I’m Rh-negative.”
The doctor nodded and had a nurse take me to the blood collection room.
But shortly after, the doctor shook his head at me while holding the blood test results. “Mrs. Carter, your blood type does match, but direct relatives cannot donate blood to each other. It’s hospital policy.”
I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Direct relatives? How is that possible…”
The doctor said, “The blood type matching results indicate you and this child have a mother-daughter relationship.”
I couldn’t stop trembling. “Lily is my daughter?”
Just then, a nurse came running. “Doctor, the blood bank has transferred Rh-negative blood from another hospital. The surgery can continue!”
The operating room light came on again.
I collapsed into a chair, my mind in chaos.
I thought, “No wonder Liam keeps preventing me from contacting Lily, and Emily allows everyone to bully her… just because she’s my child!”
After the surgery, the doctor came out and said, “The surgery was successful. The child is out of danger now.”
I was finally relieved.
Just as I was about to ask about Lily’s condition, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
Edward approached, leaning on his cane with a servant’s support.
He said in a gentle tone, “I heard someone from the family had an accident, so I came to check.”
Lily was wheeled out, her face still pale.
Edward sighed softly, “This child is pitiful indeed, but thankfully nothing serious happened.”
He looked at me and said, “Isabella, you’re a good girl. Thank you.”
My emotions were complicated.
I forced a smile and said, “I just met Lily today and felt sorry for her, which is why I paid her more attention.”
After chatting briefly, Edward, not feeling well, decided to leave first.
I escorted him downstairs and watched his car drive away. Then I looked at the white hair in my hand.
It was a strand of hair I had just taken from Edward’s shoulder.
I immediately submitted the sample to a DNA testing center.
After making sure Lily was settled, I returned home.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Liam sitting on the sofa. He asked, “Where have you been?”
I didn’t respond. He impatiently said, “Did you go find that child? Today is Ethan’s birthday. How could you neglect him for an unrelated child?”
I scoffed and looked him straight in the eye.
I asked, “Liam, why don’t you want me to have contact with Lily? What are you hiding?”
Liam froze.
In just a moment, he regained his composure and said helplessly, “You misunderstood. Ethan hasn’t seen you. He’s in his room throwing a tantrum right now.”
I said, “Then I’ll go check on Ethan.”
I walked into Ethan’s room and found him gripping a pair of scissors, viciously cutting up the teddy bear I had sewn for him with my own hands.
Shocked, I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?”
Ethan replied resentfully, “Mommy, you only care about that dirty kid. So I don’t want you anymore!”
He glared at me fiercely and said, “Anyway, Dad and I both like Emily more. It doesn’t matter whether you’re here or not!”
With that, Ethan tossed the stuffed animal into the trash can, dropped the scissors, and ran out of the room without looking back.
I staggered slightly, my heart aching.
I walked over to the trash can and saw it filled with all the Christmas gifts I had given Ethan—hand-knitted scarves, his favorite picture books, and more.
I fought hard to hold back my tears.
The next day, I rushed to the hospital, only to learn that Lily’s condition had suddenly worsened that morning and she had been taken to the emergency room.
I waited anxiously outside the emergency room.
After a while, a nurse came with transfer papers and said, “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Emily Williams says she wants to help transfer Lily to another hospital.”
Emily and Liam approached together.
She pretended to be concerned and said, “I heard Lily’s condition worsened, so I came to check on her. I didn’t expect Isabella to be here too.”
I ignored her, only concerned about Lily’s condition.
Emily looked at Liam with a hurt expression and said, “Liam, does Isabella have something against me? I’m just worried about Lily. The Williams family has better medical resources. Why don’t I arrange for her transfer? It would help her condition.”
I immediately refused, feeling anxious, “No, her condition isn’t stable enough for a transfer.”
Liam looked at me reproachfully, “Isabella, what relationship do you have with that child? Instead of staying home taking care of Ethan, you’re here worrying about a stranger! This is Emily’s adopted child, it has nothing to do with you!”
I gave him a cold look and said firmly, “No.”
Liam’s eyes turned fierce, “Isabella…”
Just then, the doctor came out.
I ignored them and immediately asked anxiously about the situation. The doctor frowned and said, “We suspect the patient has drug poisoning. We’ll have to wait for the test results.”
I recalled what Emily had said and felt confused.
But when I turned around, they were already gone.
Using the excuse of checking Lily’s medical records, I went to the hospital’s surveillance room and retrieved the security footage from last night.
In the video, a medical staff member sneaked into Lily’s room, secretly switched her medication bottles, and then left casually.
I downloaded the surveillance video and said angrily, “Emily…”
After calming myself down, I went to Lily’s hospital room.
She was lying pale in the hospital bed, still unconscious.
I held Lily’s hand tightly and said sadly, “Lily, from now on I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
I won’t let anyone who has hurt us get away with it!
My phone suddenly vibrated—it was a message from the DNA Testing Center: [Test results are ready. Confirmed that Isabella Williams and the test subject Edward Williams are direct blood relatives.]
I gripped my phone, finally feeling reassured.
I took a deep breath, took a screenshot of the test results, and sent it to Edward with a message: [Hello, this is Isabella Williams. At Christmas, Emily stole my family ring that my mother gave me and used it to connect with you. This test report proves that I am your real granddaughter.]
[If possible, I’d like to meet with you.]
I leaned back in the chair, trembling.
A minute later, a sharp ring broke the silence of the room.
My phone vibrated frantically. It was Edward calling.
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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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On my birthday, I mistakenly used David Turner’s ex-wife’s rose-patterned dinnerware.
Thirteen-year-old Tom Turner suddenly flipped the dishes, spilling scalding corn chowder on the back of my hand.
He watched coldly as I screamed in pain.
“This was my mom’s custom wedding dinnerware! I don’t allow anyone else to touch it!” he said.
Tom then rushed to his room and smashed the last jeweled bracelet my mother had left me before she died.
“If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have left me! When I grow up, I’ll kick you out of my house!” he shouted.
I stood there quietly, feeling neither sad nor wronged, just sighing softly.
“If that’s what you want, then so be it.”
*****
I grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned the soup stains off myself.
As I turned, I accidentally knocked the dishes to the floor.
The dish broke in half upon impact.
“You wicked woman! That was my mom’s favorite dinnerware!” Tom, who had been wearing a defiant expression, suddenly exploded.
He stared at me intensely, his expression severe.
I looked at the broken pieces and said, “Tom, you’re lying. Your mother hated roses. Why would she custom order dinnerware with that pattern?”
Caught in his lie, Tom became flustered.
He kicked over a chair and ran out the door clutching his worn-out backpack.
This time, I didn’t follow him to the corner store to buy him cookies as I usually did.
After cleaning up the mess, I quietly walked to the storage room.
The urn that should have contained my mother’s ashes was completely empty.
I heard the toilet flush.
When I rushed into the bathroom, trembling as I scooped up the last traces of ashes, Tom gloated: “Serves you right! You broke my mom’s precious dinnerware! I made your most precious thing disappear too!”
He made a face at me, then ran away.
I stared at the grayish-white traces on the floor, feeling heartbroken.
At Christmas, I had moved from my countryside farm to the factory housing complex with the canvas bag my mother had sewn.
But the low walls of the housing complex completely cut off the free wind from the farm.
They took away the college acceptance letters addressed to me and handed me a three-year-old boy who loved to bite.
I spent my youth teaching him how to tie his shoelaces and solve math problems with a pencil.
Yet it only took him the time to smash an urn to destroy all the love I had for him.
I stood there in silence, catching the familiar scent of laundry detergent.
Looking up, I saw David standing in front of my spaghetti.
Like father, like son—Tom and David shared the same arrogance and the same dislike for me.
David sat at the dinner table waiting for his meal after work.
He examined me with a frown and said directly, “Why are you fighting with Tom again? He just started middle school. Why are you arguing with him?”
Seeing that I remained silent, David grew impatient.
His eyes fell on the urn I was holding, but ultimately he said nothing more.
After a while, he said in a dismissive tone, “What’s past is past. The living are more important than the dead.”
I felt as if I had been with them for ten Christmases yet never left even the slightest impression on their hearts.
After dinner, David habitually pulled me toward the bed.
I instinctively didn’t push him away.
He unbuttoned my collar and slipped his hand inside my clothes.
His warm breath fell on my face.
David said, “It’s your birthday today, so I’ll allow you not to take birth control. If you can get pregnant, have the baby. Stop fighting with Tom.”
His body grew warmer, but I felt cold.
When we first married, I had loved this handsome factory manager in his Christmas prime.
Three months after our wedding, I became pregnant.
I remember telling David the news that day, and how his expression instantly turned cold.
He coaxed me into taking abortion pills.
David said, “Tom is my first and will be my only child. If you get pregnant and have your own child, you’ll surely neglect Tom.”
Afterward, he became even more vigilant. Every time we had sex, he made sure to watch me take birth control.
Ten Christmases had passed.
The doctor said I might never be able to get pregnant again.
Now David’s words seemed like a Christian offering to me.
I thought, “What did I do wrong to make him treat me this way…”
For the first time, I gathered the courage to push away the man lying on top of me.
I said, “David, our ten-year Christmas term is up. It’s time for me to divorce you.”
The atmosphere grew tense.
David said impatiently, “Tom is just a child.”
“As his mother, it’s your fault for not raising him properly!”
I lowered my head and smirked coldly.
At Christmas, David, the factory manager, fell in love with my cousin Amanda Carter, an ordinary worker.
The Carter family got several jobs at large chain supermarkets thanks to David’s connections and moved into a luxury apartment.
Their marriage was happy.
But Amanda’s health was poor, and she suffered from postpartum depression before passing away.
The Carter family sent me to the Turner household overnight to be Tom’s stepmother.
David initially refused, but his parents agreed.
They thought hiring a nanny wasn’t as good as marrying a woman.
Finally, the two families made a ten-Christmas agreement.
Although David and I are legally married now, not a single person from either family acknowledges the legitimacy of our relationship.
Tom has never called me “Mom.”
This was the first time I didn’t avoid David when he was angry but looked straight into his eyes.
I said, “I’m not angry, just that at Christmas, the agreement between our families will expire.”
“I really should leave. Staying here only causes trouble for you and Tom.”
Hearing my words, David’s expression softened somewhat.
He looked at me suspiciously, but the tension eased.
He compromised. “If you’re pregnant, I’ll talk to my mother. She might agree…”
I said, “Don’t bother.”
At Christmas, my father ran off with another woman, and my mother and I stayed at Amanda’s house.
If I didn’t owe the Carter family a favor, I would have asked David for a divorce long ago.
My father didn’t love me and left me nothing.
David doesn’t love me, nor would he love my child.
If I had a child, they would be unloved like me. I couldn’t bear to do that.
I walked to the desk and wrote down Tom’s living habits and study progress over these Christmases.
I said, “These days, I’ve written down everything Tom likes to eat and all his preferences in this notebook.”
“He’s grown up now and can take care of himself. You can hire a housekeeper in the future. Just follow what’s in the notebook, and nothing will go wrong.”
David took a deep breath and threw the notebook directly into the fireplace to burn.
He pointed his index finger at my nose and said, “Lily, don’t push it.”
“It’s your birthday today, so I won’t argue with you. Think it over carefully!”
The door slammed shut.
But a second later, the door opened a crack.
Tom was still wearing the badge his teacher had awarded him.
He threw his book hard at my temple and said viciously, “Bad woman! If you keep hanging around our house, I’ll hit you!”
The book fell to the floor—it was one I had given him.
Tom forgot that his academic achievements he’s now so proud of were all because of my help.
Amanda and I were close.
Before she died, she asked me to take care of Tom, saying he was a good kid and would surely be grateful to me someday.
At that time, I looked at the adorable three-year-old Tom.
He seemed to understand and smiled happily.
In that moment, I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with David.
But after ten Christmases, it’s time for me to wake up from my dream.
The next day, I packed my bags.
To take care of Tom, all my clothes these past ten Christmases have been gray and black, colors that don’t easily show dirt—much like my gloomy life.
But it doesn’t matter. I’m about to welcome my own freedom.
I was heading to the station to buy tickets when I ran into my widowed neighbor.
She showed her face at the door, and Tom laughed as he threw himself into her arms.
“Good morning, Ella,” he said loudly.
His voice was so loud that other neighbors looked our way.
“Lily used some tricks to marry David shortly after his cousin died.”
“Now Tom isn’t even close to her. What good has it done her?”
Hearing these words, Tom seemed even happier and spoke even louder.
“Ella, Dad loved the cake you made yesterday. Lily’s cooking is terrible.”
When I first moved here, I wasn’t good at handling relationships and was ostracized by neighbors, so I stayed home experimenting with cooking.
Back then, three-year-old Tom was very attached to me.
He would eat every bit of the cakes and cookies I made.
In his eyes then, I was like an angel sent from heaven.
But now, though my cooking skills haven’t declined, Tom looks down on me.
Ella smiled at Tom in her arms, then looked at me challengingly.
“Children are the most innocent and adorable. They never lie,” she said.
“David marrying you was the luckiest thing that could happen in your life.”
Ella had a mole at the corner of her eye, just like Amanda’s.
Because of this similarity, she—a widow—was assigned an apartment by the factory.
Tom often ran to her place to play. When David came to pick him up, the three of them standing together looked like a family.
“You’ve even bought tickets. Are you trying to threaten me?”
I had come to Amanda’s home with my train ticket.
Amanda’s mother, Kelly Edwards, clutched my train ticket with displeasure.
“I’m just fulfilling our previous agreement,” I said. “I’ve been their nanny for ten Christmases, and now I want to live my own life.”
She slapped me hard across the face and said, “You country girl, how ambitious you are! You and your mother lived in our house, and now that she’s dead, you want to leave?”
She tried to slap me again, but I caught her hand and looked at her calmly.
“My mother and I lived in your house for five Christmases, and I’ve worked at David’s for ten. We’re even now!” I said.
“I’m not here to ask for your opinion. I’m just here to inform you.”
These past ten Christmases, I’ve acted with a clear conscience.
As a wife, I’ve taken meticulous care of David. While he went out to work, I handled all the household matters.
Every day, I also had to endure his insatiable sexual desires.
As a mother, I’ve raised Tom to become a known genius in the middle school.
I gave him all my love. And he achieved excellent grades.
I played every role well, except I failed myself.
After saying goodbye to Kelly, I turned to see David’s cold, feminine energy-depleted gaze.
David said, “Are you really leaving? You’re a Christmas-aged divorcee, no one will want you anymore.
“I advise you to think carefully. If you don’t get along with Tom, just let him go to Ella’s place after school. You won’t have to worry about anything.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you. That won’t be necessary.”
David grew increasingly angry.
According to his imagined scenario, I should have happily accepted his proposal and stayed out of gratitude.
But I’d rather endure the pain than continue living this numb existence.
Ella mocked me, “Lily, it’s too much how you despise me.
“Mr. Turner has provided for you all these Christmases, and has never mistreated you.
“Do you hate me that much?”
As she spoke, Ella actually turned away with tears and nestled into David’s arms.
David shouted at me angrily, “Lily, apologize to Ella right now!”
Tom picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it at me, saying, “I don’t want you as my mom anymore! I want Ella to be my mom!
“You bitch! You killed my mother, and now you want to hurt Ella!”
The stone hit my temple, causing pain.
I looked at Tom seriously and asked, “In your heart, am I the murderer who killed your mother?”
“Aren’t you?” he furiously headbutted my stomach, knocking me to the ground.
That’s when I suddenly realized he had grown to be as tall as me.
Tom developed slower than other children his age, and I tried everything to provide him with proper nutrition.
Through winter cold and summer heat, I considered everything thoroughly for him, from his studies to his friendships.
These ten Christmases, the time spent with him has occupied a third of my life.
Yet all my efforts couldn’t withstand Ella’s few provocative words.
I just felt disappointed.
David and Tom looked at me as if I were a beggar on the street coming to collect a debt.
Perhaps I once did beg them for love, but now all misunderstandings could only end with this divorce agreement.
I took the agreement out of my pocket, handed it to David, smiled at the three of them, turned around and went inside to get my luggage.
David didn’t even glance at me, busy fussing over Ella.
But I felt like he was waiting for me to say something.
I knew that with David’s charm, there would always be new women in his life who would consider being his wife the highest honor.
But none of that concerned me anymore.
I hailed a taxi, wanting to leave this home as quickly as possible.
However, after the car started, Tom suddenly appeared on the road, spreading his arms to block the car.
The engine’s roar suddenly stopped, and the sharp sound of brakes cut through the morning silence.
The world seemed to freeze around me, with only the screeching of brakes echoing in my ears.
The driver muttered a curse, but I didn’t hear it.
In my world, there was only the small figure standing in front of the car, wearing a blue coat.
That blue coat I had sewn for him with my own hands. He was blocking my way.
My heart ached, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I pushed open the car door, and the cold wind carrying fine rain made me shiver involuntarily.
The icy raindrops hit my face and pounded heavily against my heart.
“Tom, what are you doing?” My voice trembled, carrying a hint of fatigue that others could barely detect.
This exhaustion came not only from physical tiredness but more from the torment of my soul.
Tom looked up, staring at me defiantly.
His eyes were full of hurt and accusation against me.
“What gives you the right to leave?” His childish voice was sharp and piercing, stabbing into my heart like a small knife.
“Because you and your father never loved me,” I forced a smile.
Saying those words made my heart ache.
“You’re lying!” Tom cried out, weakly pounding his fists against my legs.
My heart was touched.
Tom said, “You don’t love me or Dad!”
I looked at him, feeling heartbroken.
Once, I had genuinely loved them both.
I thought that by taking Amanda’s place, I could earn their love.
I believed that if I gave my heart, I would receive what I deserved in return.
But I was terribly wrong.
In their eyes, I was nothing more than a nanny, a disposable substitute.
I bent down and forcefully pried Tom’s hands from my legs.
His little hands were cold and weak.
I picked Tom up and placed him in David’s arms inside the car.
In that moment, my heart died completely.
“Watch your son,” I said coldly.
Then I turned and sat in the driver’s seat.
The driver started the car, and we sped away.
The scenery outside the window rapidly receded.
My heart grew calmer.
The cold rain beat against the windows, blurring my vision and my memories.
I seemed to return to that sunny afternoon three Christmases ago.
Amanda lay in her hospital bed, pale-faced but gripping my hand tightly.
“Lily, please take care of Tom,” her voice was weak but pleading.
Looking at the helpless infant in her arms, I nodded solemnly.
At that moment, I truly intended to take good care of Tom and give him a complete home.
I thought David and I would care for Tom together and provide him with a warm family.
But I overestimated my place in their hearts and underestimated the complexity of human emotions.
David never loved me; he had always loved Amanda.
He resented me for taking his wife’s place.
And Tom, influenced by those around him, began to resent me too, blaming me for stealing his mother’s love.
I’m tired, truly tired.
I don’t want to continue this life without love or hope.
I took out the crumpled ticket and clutched it tightly in my hand.
It was my only hope of escaping this city.
New York, here I come.
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I was lounging at home after winning a ten-million-dollar lottery when I accidentally overheard a conversation between my mother, Tracy Powell, and my brother, Eric Powell.
“Don’t worry, Eric, all this money will be yours. She’s just a useless girl who’ll end up in someone else’s family sooner or later. Our Powell family lineage depends on you.”
That night, Tracy snuck into my room and stole the ten-million-dollar lottery ticket. I pretended not to notice.
I bought Tracy diamond jewelry and even paid the down payment on Eric’s wedding house. By the time my bank account was completely drained and I was buried in massive debt, Tracy pulled out a document terminating our mother-daughter relationship.
“Your brother is our family’s treasure. You’re just a money pit, and I can’t count on you for my retirement. For old times’ sake, I’ll give you two dollars for bus fare. Pack your things and get out of my house now!”
I took the bag she had already packed for me and smiled calmly. “Fine.”
“Amanda, since you’ve won ten million dollars in the lottery, you should take some time to rest at home. By the way, you’ve kept the ticket safe, right?” Tracy sat by my bed with a concerned look, holding a plate of freshly cut fruit.
I flashed a confident smile, deliberately patting my bed. “Don’t worry, I’ve kept it safe. I’ll go cash it in once things quiet down a bit.”
Tracy nodded, unable to contain her smile. “Good, good. I always knew you’d amount to something. Your brother and I will be counting on you from now on.” Her kind, gentle expression was completely different from when she had pointed at me and called me a money pit.
She left my bedroom with a smile, not forgetting to remind me to keep the ticket safe. She also took the fruit she had just cut with her.
As Tracy closed the door, the smile vanished from my face, leaving only coldness. Soon, I could hear hushed discussions from the next room. I knew they were plotting how to get their hands on the easy ten million dollars and then kick me to the curb.
I’d always known Tracy hated me. She preferred Eric because his birth was proof that she had continued the Powell family line, giving her a reason to hold her head high.
When I was little, I wasn’t allowed to eat at the table, but Eric could climb onto it during meals, and Tracy would praise him for being so clever. The good food was for Eric, leftovers for me. New clothes and shoes were for Eric, while I got hand-me-downs from relatives that had to be altered.
While Eric played in the snow wearing thick clothes, I would shiver despite wearing all my clothes layered together. Eric could join any extracurricular activities he wanted, but I couldn’t even attend tutoring sessions.
When I got into a prestigious university, she refused to pay my tuition or living expenses. But when academically challenged Eric wanted to go to college, Tracy emptied her savings to get him into a community college. She paid tens of thousands for his tuition and thousands each month for his living expenses.
Whenever Eric ran out of money, he’d come to me, still in college myself. If I refused, Tracy would show up at my school the next day, calling me unfilial and spreading rumors that I was being kept by men.
I’d had enough of supporting these two bloodsucking parasites all these years. So when I discovered I’d won ten million dollars, I knew the opportunity I’d been waiting for had finally arrived.
Listening to the occasional mentions of “lottery,” “ten million dollars,” and “mattress” from the next room, I just smiled faintly. My fingers traced the edge of the lottery ticket, and my heart was completely at peace. This ticket had already served its purpose. If Tracy wanted it so badly, she could have it.
Early the next morning, as I came out of my room, Eric was humming a tune and twirling his car keys as he returned from outside.
“Did you get a new car?”
My sudden question startled Eric.
“Why are you standing there like a ghost? Trying to scare me on purpose?”
Ignoring the disgust in his voice, I continued asking.
“When did you buy a car? Why didn’t you tell me? I might have been able to chip in some money.”
He clicked his tongue, his tone filled with disdain.
“This car costs seven hundred thousand dollars! Your pathetic salary couldn’t even pay for one interior piece!”
With that, he went straight to his room.
Seven hundred thousand dollars? I remembered the demolition compensation for the hill behind our old house was about five hundred thousand dollars.
I had asked about that compensation money before, and Tracy had always guardedly said she put it all in fixed deposits.
She repeatedly warned me that all that money belonged to Eric and told me not to set my sights on it.
Six months ago, Tracy had taken one hundred and twenty thousand dollars from me, claiming she needed surgery for an illness.
That one hundred and twenty thousand was what I had barely managed to save over the years by living frugally. I lived in the worst apartment, cooked my own meals with discounted groceries, never ate at restaurants, and even worked part-time jobs after my regular shifts.
When I heard she needed surgery, I transferred the money to her without hesitation. I even got an advance on my monthly salary from my boss and borrowed from friends to send her a total of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
I was planning to take time off to go back and care for her, but Tracy frantically stopped me when she found out.
She said Eric would take care of her, and I should just focus on my job.
At the time, I was touched, thinking Tracy had finally recognized my goodness and started to care about me.
It turns out she was afraid I’d come back and discover she had used the money to buy Eric a car.
Although I already knew what kind of person Tracy was, I still felt a chill in my heart.
While I was so worried about her health that I couldn’t sleep at night, she was helping Eric shop for a new car.
In this family, I’ve always been the odd one out.
Ever since I won ten million dollars in the lottery, Tracy and her son have acted as if they had a legitimate excuse to ask me for money to buy things more and more frequently.
Before, they would at least make up some excuses, but now they brazenly demand money.
“The air conditioner at home isn’t working, Amanda, why don’t you buy a new one?”
“Amanda, my friend has this beautiful diamond bracelet. Didn’t you win ten million in the lottery? Buy one for me.”
“Your brother is getting married. As his sister, shouldn’t you show your support? Eric has already picked out a car, so just pay the down payment for him. When you cash in your lottery ticket, you can pay off the rest.”
“Your brother’s wife is about to join the family. Mom, can you cover the wedding gift money for me first?”
“I’ve found a house I like. Sis, can you help with the down payment? Better to spend the money on me than on others. When I get the house, you can stay there whenever you want!”
From small appliances and jewelry to cars and houses.
Time after time, I accepted their unreasonable demands. One by one, my bank cards were emptied, and when money wasn’t enough, I used credit cards.
As long as they asked, I would definitely agree.
I knew they wanted to completely drain me before I cashed in the lottery ticket, but I didn’t refuse any of their requests.
I gradually cultivated their appetite, elevating their spending habits to another level.
Watching them treat me like an ATM that only spits out money, mocking me as a fool behind my back, laughing heartily.
I also laughed heartily.
I sincerely hope they can still laugh this happily after they learn the truth.
Eric completely gave up working. The money he earned after a month of hard work wasn’t even enough for one of his meals now.
Every day, he would casually ask me for money.
I never complained and would give him tens of thousands of dollars each time.
Since quitting his job, Eric spent all his time hanging out with his poker buddies, staying out all night, and occasionally disappearing for days.
As for his upcoming wedding, Eric simply delegated everything to me.
And I was determined to prepare this wedding properly for him.
Tracy, meanwhile, helped me prepare for Eric’s wedding every day, spending money without any hesitation.
She not only chose a five-star hotel for the wedding venue but also booked an entire floor of rooms to accommodate relatives.
Several times, Tracy tried to probe me subtly.
“Amanda, this hotel is so expensive. I wonder if your brother can afford it?”
Ignoring the blatant testing in her expression, I replied calmly:
“Mom, even though my savings are gone and my credit cards are maxed out, once I cash in my lottery ticket in a few days, there won’t be any problem. Besides, Eric is our only son. If I don’t spend money on him, who else would I spend it on?”
Without hesitation, I maxed out another credit card to book the luxury wedding package at the five-star hotel.
Seeing how readily I paid, Tracy was overjoyed and excitedly grabbed my hands.
“Good, good! I knew you were the most sensible one! Eric is so lucky to have you as his sister!”
Lucky? Of course he’s lucky, especially since I’ve prepared a special gift for him.
The wedding day arrived quickly.
When I reached the venue, I was stopped by the hotel security.
“Ma’am, you cannot enter without an invitation.”
I frowned, my voice sharp:
“What do you mean I can’t enter? I’m the groom’s sister! I paid for this entire hotel booking!”
My shrill voice quickly drew attention, and soon some relatives recognized me.
They vouched for me to security, explaining I was indeed the groom’s sister, but the staff member looked troubled.
“Ma’am, I’m just following protocol. Please don’t make this difficult for me—I’m just doing my job.”
Familiar relatives pointed and whispered about me, with some even spreading rumors that I must have done something terrible to my family for them to exclude me from the wedding.
Amid the commotion, Tracy and Eric appeared in their designer outfits.
Seeing Tracy, I immediately rushed over to complain:
“Mom, this security guard won’t let me in. I’m the groom’s sister! I spent so much money, and they won’t even let me enter!”
Tracy glanced at me and said dismissively:
“I told them not to let you in. And from now on, don’t call me ‘Mom’ anymore. We’re severing our mother-daughter relationship!”
My angry expression froze as I stared at Tracy in disbelief.
The relatives present erupted in shock.
“What’s going on with Tracy? Amanda has always been so filial. Why suddenly cut ties?”
“She must have done something shameful for her own mother to disown her!”
As confused questions filled the hotel lobby, Tracy shouted:
“Amanda, you’ve racked up hundreds of thousands in credit card debt and you’ve been sleeping around! Now that you see your brother won the lottery, you want to come crawling back and have us clean up your mess! I’m telling you, it’s not happening!”
She threw down a document terminating our parent-child relationship.
“Your brother is the backbone of our family. You’re just a financial burden, and we can’t count on you for our retirement. For the sake of our past relationship, here’s two dollars for your bus fare. Now get lost!”
Two coins mockingly hit me as I picked up the document from the ground.
I looked directly at Eric:
“Eric, what about you? Do you want to cut ties with me too?”
Eric looked at me smugly, his face full of disdain.
“Amanda, we’ve been siblings for so many years, so let me say a few final words to you. You really messed up, owing so much money and sleeping around. Tell you what—since we’re siblings, I’ll help you a little. Get yourself a hotel room for the night.”
With that, he pulled out two hundred dollars and tossed it over my head.
Some relatives who knew how Tracy had treated me spoke up in my defense.
Facing the relatives’ indignation, Tracy and Eric remained completely unfazed.
I picked up the termination agreement, suppressing my trembling body.
“Fine.”
I quickly signed my name.
Tracy and Eric hadn’t expected me to sign so easily.
They checked the document several times before revealing their smug, victorious expressions.
Seeing a group of people approaching from a distance, I also broke into a wide smile.
“Today is my brother’s wedding, and I’ve prepared a special gift for him.”
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When Jennie Brown pushed open the door to the private room, she overheard a group of people passionately discussing how far a man would go for his first love.
“Wiley, it’s your turn now. Tell us something touching you’ve done for Rebekah!”
Everyone eagerly chimed in.
Jennie froze at the doorway, silently listening.
“Rebekah has been sick, and I’ve been helping her find a suitable kidney donor,” Wiley Myers finally spoke after a long silence.
He said it so calmly, as if it wasn’t anything shocking, which prompted a wave of dismissive boos from the group.
“My current girlfriend is actually the matching donor. Over the years, I’ve finally adjusted all the other parameters to be suitable. Tomorrow I’m bringing Rebekah back to the country to prepare for the kidney transplant.”
After a brief silence, the room erupted in gasps.
“Mr. Myers, I can’t believe it! The girlfriend you’ve been taking care of all these years was just to save your first love!”
“Does your girlfriend know? Is she willing?”
“I just need to tell her it’s for me, and she won’t refuse. She’s willing to give up her life for me, so what’s one kidney?” Wiley took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, speaking with absolute confidence.
“What about Jennie? After you cure Rebekah, are you going to break up with Jennie? Isn’t she your sister’s classmate? Would your sister let you get away with this if she found out?”
Wiley fell silent. He wondered what to do next. He had never seriously considered what would happen with Jennie.
“I need some fresh air.”
Jennie recognized Wiley’s voice. She snapped back to reality, her face turning deathly pale, and quickly ran away to avoid being seen.
Her face ashen, that conversation echoing in her mind, her thoughts completely blank.
Not watching her step, she missed a stair and tumbled down the staircase. Everyone around was horrified and rushed to help her up, but she seemed completely numb to the pain.
“Miss, you’re bleeding. Let us take you to the hospital,” the server asked anxiously.
Jennie just mechanically shook her head and limped toward the exit. Her wounds hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the betrayal by the person she loved most.
“Miss, it’s raining outside. Please take an umbrella, or your wounds might get infected.”
The same server had followed her out, offering her an umbrella.
Jennie couldn’t bring herself to smile. When she turned her face, it was already covered in tears. The server was startled, thinking she was in too much pain. But she just shook her head in refusal and walked step by step into the pouring rain.
In the rain, she seemed to see her nineteen-year-old self.
Back then, she was a genius young scriptwriter. Many people were willing to pay top dollar for her scripts, countless admirers flocked to Fayetteville, and some obsessed pursuers even tried to assault her when rejected. Cornered in a dead-end alley, screaming for help, it was Wiley who charged out like a hero, knocked those men down, and grabbed her hand to run for their lives. He was injured while saving her, leaving a long scar on his arm.
Jennie fell for Wiley right then. Later, when she learned he was her classmate’s brother, she felt it was destiny.
Then one day, Wiley got into a fight, and she rushed in just like he had done for her, taking a bottle meant for him. Glass shattered against her head, blood streaming down, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Wiley just gave her a complicated look before she passed out in his arms.
When she woke up, Wiley said, “Jennie, I can give us a try.”
She was overjoyed. She changed all her preferences to match what Wiley liked—keeping her hair long and straight, wearing gentle, obedient clothes. He liked tear moles, so whenever she put on makeup, she would deliberately add one.
Wiley said it was incredibly sexy.
She took care of his daily life, prepared nutritious lunches. Jennie managed Wiley’s household affairs meticulously, feeling they were just one wedding ceremony away from complete happiness.
Until today, hearing the cruel truth, she realized Wiley was with her only to provide a kidney for Rebekah, planning to use her organ to save his true love’s life when the time was right.
It turned out that Wiley’s insistence on her getting physical checkups every six months wasn’t out of concern for her health, but to ensure her body data better matched Rebekah’s, preparing for the surgery.
She walked in the rain without an umbrella, dazed. Passersby gave her strange looks. Dragging her exhausted body, she made it to her doorstep before finally collapsing. Just then, her phone rang. She hurriedly pulled it out, her first instinct worrying that Wiley couldn’t find her, but seeing the number, she laughed bitterly at herself.
She thought, “Jennie, stop flattering yourself. Rebekah is coming back, and as long as you’re alive, Wiley won’t worry about you.”
The call was from director Samuel Clark, who had been begging for her help.
“Ms. Brown, I know you stopped writing for your boyfriend these past years, but we really need you now. Name your price, and I’ll agree to it.”
“For the sake of our past collaboration, please come back. The international jury specifically requested your participation!” Samuel pleaded earnestly.
As Jennie recalled Wiley’s conversation and thought about Rebekah’s imminent return, she knew Wiley wouldn’t keep her by his side anymore. She understood that her time as a “donor” was coming to an end.
“I’ll think about it. I’ll give you my answer tomorrow.”
Two weeks would be enough time for her to leave this place.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Brown. I’ll wait for your call. I really appreciate it.”
Samuel repeated his thanks several times with excitement, while Jennie hung up the phone expressionlessly.
Shortly after the call ended, Wiley returned. Seeing her sitting on the floor soaking wet, he immediately became angry.
“What happened to you? You’re completely soaked! Don’t you know how easy it is to catch a cold like this? Why can’t you learn to take care of yourself?”
While scolding her, he hurriedly grabbed a towel to dry her hair.
“You need to drink some hot cocoa later, understand? What if you catch a cold!” His tone was both urgent and worried.
In the past, Jennie would have been overjoyed hearing these words. But now she knew Wiley wasn’t concerned about her—he was worried that her getting sick might affect the kidney transplant. This type of surgery couldn’t risk the patient catching a cold; even the smallest issue could ruin all their preparations.
She remained silent, taking the towel from his hands and drying herself.
Seeing her low spirits, Wiley didn’t say anything more and went to the bathroom to shower. By the time he came out, Jennie was already in bed preparing to sleep.
He unusually took the initiative to hold her, asking in a low voice, “Jennie, if I had serious kidney disease, would you give me one of your kidneys?”
Jennie tensed up, thinking, “Rebekah must be getting worse, that’s why he’s so desperate—he’s even asking me directly now.”
She pretended to be surprised, insisting on checking if he was unwell, but Wiley pulled her into his arms. “I’m just asking hypothetically. Would you be willing?”
“I’m just glad you’re okay. You nearly scared me to death.” Jennie avoided answering the question.
Wiley’s expression immediately changed, his tone growing cold. He released her and turned his back to her.
Looking at his cold back, Jennie’s tears silently soaked the sheets.
She hadn’t even given her answer, yet he was already upset. She knew if she truly refused to donate her kidney, he probably wouldn’t even look at her again.
Meanwhile, Wiley was secretly calculating that if Jennie wasn’t willing, he’d have to proceed without her knowledge. But once the surgery was successful, he could take care of her for the rest of her life. Rebekah’s condition couldn’t wait—he had no choice.
They lay together physically but worlds apart mentally, not exchanging another word all night.
Early the next morning, Jennie got up as usual to prepare breakfast. Wiley’s phone kept vibrating.
Afraid of waking him, she thoughtfully switched it to silent mode. But as soon as she picked up the phone, she saw “Rebekah” flashing on the screen.
Her hand trembled as she opened the message.
[Wiley, I’m returning with a doctor accompanying me, so you don’t need to pick me up.]
[Are you okay? You haven’t responded to my messages, and I’m worried. I want you to be the first person I see when I return. Wiley, I miss you.]
Jennie didn’t want to read more and put the phone back. Before she could finish making breakfast, Wiley woke up and stormed into the kitchen, demanding, “Did you touch my phone?”
Jennie was extremely nervous.
“I… I just didn’t want to wake you, so I put it on silent.”
“Do you realize you almost ruined something important? From now on, don’t touch my things without my permission! You’re becoming more and more inconsiderate!”
Wiley’s tone was harsh. After gathering his things, he simply said, “I’ll be out of the country for two days,” and left without looking back.
Jennie stood in the kitchen, staring at the fried eggs in the pan, her smile more painful than tears. She thought, “He must be anxious about not being able to pick up Rebekah. Otherwise, how could someone usually so composed lose control like this?”
She picked up her fork and stuffed both portions of fried eggs into her mouth, chewing with difficulty. She murmured, “Don’t cry, Jennie. Hold it together.”
She knew she couldn’t ultimately escape donating her kidney. But she wouldn’t allow herself to actually endure that harm. So she called her assistant, Harper Thomas, asking her to search the global organ donation database for a suitable match.
She was willing to pay 100 times the normal price.
After arranging everything, she went to meet Samuel. At the café, Samuel and another man had been waiting for some time. Seeing her arrive, Samuel immediately stood up to greet her.
“Mr. Clark, why did you bring someone else?”
Jennie immediately recognized the other man as an investor and was visibly displeased.
Before Samuel could speak, the man introduced himself, “Ms. Brown, I’m Henry Adams, also an investor in this production. When Mr. Clark told me you agreed to be our screenwriter, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep all night. I’ve always admired you and have read almost all your scripts! Please feel free to make any requests—I’ll personally handle all logistics for you.”
Henry’s enthusiasm was genuine, so Jennie couldn’t stay angry. She nodded slightly and presented three conditions.
“In two weeks, I’ll go to Miami.
“I need three months of isolated creative work with only my two assistants accompanying me. No one else is to disturb me.
“My whereabouts must remain confidential unless needed for promotional purposes.”
Samuel and Henry nodded repeatedly with smiles, indicating there was no problem.
Jennie noted her departure date on her phone and then left. Wiley never returned home, nor did he send any messages. She knew he had probably gone to the airport to pick up Rebekah.
Three days later at dawn, Jennie was awakened by an urgent phone ringtone. The screen displayed “Wiley.”
As soon as she answered, Wiley’s furious voice filled the entire room.
“Jennie, what’s wrong with you? Why are you only answering now? Grab your ID and get to the hospital immediately!”
“What happened?”
Jennie’s mind went blank.
“Stop wasting time! Be at the hospital in ten minutes, or don’t bother coming at all!”
The call ended abruptly. She faintly heard doctors and nurses in the background, along with the beeping sounds of emergency medical equipment.
She understood—the day Wiley had been waiting for had finally arrived, and now it was her turn to play her part.
She immediately called Harper, instructing her to arrange for professionals to deliver the found kidney to the hospital and to dispatch a specialized medical team to take over the surgery, bypassing Wiley’s arrangements.
By the time she reached the hospital, half an hour had passed. Wiley, with a grim expression, pulled her directly into the operating room.
“Jennie, do you love me?”
“Of course.” She looked into Wiley’s eyes and answered with an aching heart.
“Then would you make a small sacrifice for me? I need you to undergo a minor procedure to prove your love. Will you do that?”
He held her tightly, his tone incredibly gentle.
But Jennie felt a bone-chilling coldness.
Wiley had transformed her love into a sharp dagger and unhesitatingly plunged it into her heart. How could she not feel the pain?
She said nothing more, just quietly lay down. She exchanged a glance with the doctor.
This was the team she had ordered Harper to find.
Throughout the surgery, she kept watching Rebekah. The seven-hour procedure gradually wore away her love for Wiley…
To make Wiley believe Rebekah had received Jennie’s kidney, they were both wheeled out of the operating room simultaneously.
Wiley immediately rushed to Rebekah’s bedside, gently caressing her face, repeatedly asking the doctor about her condition, without sparing Jennie a single glance.
Jennie laughed bitterly to herself, “I’m just a ‘donor,’ how could I deserve his concern?”
A tear slid down her cheek as the nurse silently wheeled her into her room.
Her room was separated from Rebekah’s by just one wall.
Over the following days, she watched Wiley bustling about, bathing and feeding Rebekah. To cheer her up, he even dressed as a clown and danced, wiggling around in the hallway.
When Rebekah sneezed, he frantically called for a nurse.
Having known Wiley for so many years, Jennie had always thought he was shy and introverted. She never imagined he could become like this around someone he truly cared for.
She stayed in the hospital for a week. Wiley never once visited her, as if she didn’t exist at all.
So she completed her discharge paperwork and returned to what was once “home” with Wiley.
Jennie stared at her haggard reflection in the mirror, her gaze gradually turning cold.
She messaged Wiley saying she wanted to talk, but he never replied. She knew he was busy comforting Rebekah and had no time to check her messages.
So Jennie did three things.
She quit her job, burned all the love letters she had written to Wiley along with their photos together, and finally, she sold the jewelry they had shared.
One evening, Wiley finally came home.
He was unshaven but in good spirits, unable to hide his joy.
Jennie thought to herself, “Rebekah now has a healthy kidney, so she must have agreed to get back together with Wiley.
Wiley, your wish has finally come true. As for me, I only have three days left before I leave.”
Wiley, being perceptive, immediately noticed many things missing from the house when he returned home.
He also noticed Jennie’s poor complexion, and only then realized that Rebekah had received Jennie’s kidney. He hadn’t checked on her at all these past few days.
A wave of guilt washed over him.
“Jennie, about the surgery…”
He had barely started speaking when Jennie interrupted him.
“I sent you many messages that you never answered. I need to talk to you about something.” She wanted to break up.
“I’ve been too busy lately. What did you want to say?”
“I want to…”
Before she could finish, Wiley’s phone rang. It was Rebekah.
His tone immediately softened.
“Wiley, I owe you and your girlfriend so much for saving me. To thank you both, I’ve arranged a dinner party. You must bring her along.”
“That’s not necessary. She was just doing what she should. Don’t worry about it.”
“How could I not? Wiley, you absolutely must bring Ms. Brown with you~”
Wiley stared at Jennie while on the phone, making her uncomfortable.
After hanging up, he commanded, “Get ready. We have dinner plans tonight.”
“Can I skip it? I have something important to tell you.”
“Whatever it is can wait. Haven’t I told you to go through my secretary for work issues? I’m going to freshen up—you should get ready too. Tonight’s dinner is Rebekah’s way of thanking you specifically. How could you not attend?”
His tone left no room for discussion.
Jennie pressed her lips together. She thought, “He hasn’t once asked about my health. It’s okay, I still have three days. I’ll find a chance to talk to him.”
As soon as they arrived at the party, they heard Rebekah announce:
“Whoever drinks the most tonight gets to sleep with me!”
The atmosphere instantly chilled. Jennie felt Wiley’s grip nearly crushing her fingers.
“Wiley, calm down. You’re hurting me,” she whispered.
Wiley abruptly released her hand and stormed toward Rebekah.
Jennie clearly saw the red teardrop mole on Rebekah’s face, which made her look as enchanting as a dark elf under the lights.
“Rebekah, how could you say something like that!”
“What’s wrong? I just love men who can drink!” Rebekah shouted, prompting cheers from the crowd as men stepped forward to drink with her.
Despite his alcohol allergy, Wiley didn’t hesitate to approach the row of high-proof liquor, downing glass after glass.
Soon, his cheeks flushed and dense red rashes appeared on his skin.
He ignored everyone’s warnings and continued drinking.
Suddenly, he vomited, soaking his shirt with alcohol.
Rebekah’s suitor laughed loudly: “You think you can compete for her with that tolerance? Rebekah is mine!”
“I can drink more! Rebekah, I’ll drink the most tonight!”
Wiley shoved the man aside and looked pleadingly at Rebekah, desperate to keep her attention on him. His skin was now covered with rashes, and his breathing had become labored. Everyone continued cheering while Rebekah stood by smugly, laughing.
Wiley suddenly collapsed, then struggled to get back up. “Rebekah, I didn’t mean to… I’ll keep drinking, I can still…”
He grabbed another glass and forced it down, his eyes bloodshot.
Jennie stood outside the crowd, her heart breaking.
“Rebekah, you know he loves you. Why are you torturing him like this? He could die if this continues!”
Rebekah snickered, looking at Jennie: “He’s only with you to donate a kidney to me. Why are you interfering? Today I’ll show you just how much he loves me.”
She walked over to the disheveled Wiley.
“Wiley, my ex-boyfriend used to let me ride on his back. How can you compare to him?”
Wiley looked at her, his cheeks swollen from the allergic reaction. He clutched at Rebekah’s skirt: “Rebekah, I can let you ride on me too. I’ll do anything you say.”
With that, he got down on his knees and crawled toward her.
Jennie’s heart clenched painfully. For Rebekah, Wiley had abandoned even his basic dignity.
“Fine, then carry me around the room and then to my car.”
Like a haughty princess, Rebekah grabbed Wiley’s tie with one hand and patted his head with the other, repeatedly shouting, “Giddyup! Giddyup!”
Wiley stumbled forward on all fours while Rebekah’s friends raised their phones to livestream and record videos.
Jennie clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Even then, she didn’t step forward to intervene.
She knew this was Wiley proving his loyalty, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere.
Finally, Wiley knelt outside the car door. Rebekah stepped on his back to climb into her car.
As Rebekah’s car drove away, Wiley collapsed on the roadside in the howling wind.
Jennie, trembling, called 911 and had him taken to the hospital.
Wiley went into shock due to severe allergic reaction, while Rebekah had disappeared.
Jennie stayed at the hospital, taking care of him.
Earlier, someone had livestreamed the party, capturing Wiley’s drinking contest and him kneeling down. The footage spread online, causing a massive public outcry. Some called him a simp, while others praised him for being deeply in love.
Wiley’s sister, Evelyn Myers, was furious. She came to the hospital to find Jennie, and seeing her red, exhausted eyes, hugged her and cried.
“Jennie, I’m so sorry. I apologize on behalf of my brother! I’m going to kill Rebekah—how dare she humiliate him like this!”
Jennie urged her not to do anything rash. “Right now, Rebekah is the person your brother loves most. Please don’t do anything foolish.”
“What about you? Are you really okay with watching him being taken away by someone else?”
Evelyn said angrily, “My mom warned him to stay away from that venomous woman Rebekah on her deathbed, but after all these years, he still hasn’t changed!”
“Evelyn, thank you for standing up for me. But it’s not necessary anymore. I’m planning to break up with your brother and leave this place to start a new life.”
Evelyn felt even worse hearing this. She knew Jennie’s capabilities well and thought Wiley was throwing away a treasure with his own hands.
“Jennie, will you cut ties with me too because of my brother?”
“Of course not, but you have to promise to keep this between us.”
Evelyn nodded firmly. Just then, Wiley woke up. Jennie suggested she go see him, but Evelyn was too angry and swore to cut ties with Wiley. After glancing at him, she turned and left the hospital.
When Wiley woke up and saw Jennie by his side, he felt a strange sense of disappointment.
“Your fever’s gone down. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll call the doctor right away.”
Jennie felt his forehead, her voice gentle.
Wiley noticed she didn’t mention anything about the party incident. He wanted to explain but couldn’t find the words.
“I’m fine now. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days.”
Noticing her obvious dark circles, he couldn’t help but take her hand. Feeling how cold it was, he asked, “Why are your hands so cold?”
Jennie pulled her hand away and said, “It’s nothing. You should eat something first.”
She opened a thermal container and arranged the delicate dishes one by one.
“Did you make all this?”
Wiley’s appetite immediately returned. Jennie had always been a great cook, creating flavors you couldn’t find anywhere else.
She nodded.
“You’re allergic to alcohol, so I’ve prepared allergy medication for you to carry with you. I’ve also prepared meals for the week in the refrigerator at home. You can just heat them in the microwave.”
While Jennie was meticulously explaining everything, Wiley felt an emptiness inside and an inexplicable unease.
Looking at the gentle, quiet Jennie before him, various memories flashed through his mind.
He remembered her cooking soup for him with her hair tied up, staying up all night to care for him during his allergic reactions, and her stubborn determination when she took the bottle for him.
A strong sense of guilt suddenly washed over him.
“Jennie, I’ve been really busy lately. Once I’m better, I promise I’ll spend more time with you.”
“There’s something I want to discuss with you.”
“Go ahead.”
“Wiley, I want to…”
Once again, Jennie’s words were interrupted. His phone rang—it was Rebekah. Jennie’s eyes darkened when she saw the caller ID.
Wiley immediately turned away to answer the call.
“Wiley, someone’s trying to kidnap me! I’m at the Velvet Lounge. Come save me, quick!”
The call disconnected as soon as she finished speaking.
“Hello? Hello?!”
Wiley called out several times with no response. He abruptly sat up and yanked the IV needle from the back of his hand, causing blood to immediately drip out.
“Wiley, where are you going?!”
Jennie knew the call was from Rebekah.
“Um, Jennie, something urgent came up. Go home and wait for me. I promise I’ll be with you tonight.”
As he spoke, he rushed out of the hospital room and hailed a cab straight to the Velvet Lounge.
Jennie smiled bitterly, thinking, “Rebekah truly is his only driving force.”
When the doctor came to check on Wiley and saw what had happened, he scolded Jennie harshly. At the doctor’s insistence, Jennie had no choice but to head to the Velvet Lounge as well, to monitor Wiley’s condition.
Meanwhile, in a private room at the Velvet Lounge, Rebekah was smoking cigars with a group of people.
“Rebekah, do you really think Wiley will come? I heard he went into shock because of you and can’t even get out of bed.”
“Yeah, if he doesn’t show up, you better keep your promise—five thousand dollars each!”
Rebekah laughed scornfully, “Just wait and see yourselves lose. You’ll owe me a hundred thousand dollars. He deliberately got with another woman just to get me a kidney transplant. He’d do anything for me. He’d even give his life if I asked. Don’t believe me? Just watch!”
“Wiley’s here!”
Everyone immediately began their performance, and Rebekah quickly had someone set up the livestreaming equipment. She knew well that if this went viral and she became an internet celebrity, money would flow endlessly.
Wiley, still in his hospital gown and slippers, kicked the door open.
“Wiley, save me!”
Wiley saw Rebekah being held at knifepoint and his eyes widened. “Let her go!”
The number of viewers in the livestream surged, with excited comments flooding in.
“Oh my god, what a devoted man!”
“He actually ran out of the hospital to save a woman—he’s completely crazy!”
“Mr. Myers looks so handsome when he’s being loyal!”
A notification for a “Breaking Livestream” popped up on Jennie’s phone. She was about to dismiss it when she saw Wiley’s name.
She froze, suddenly understanding everything.
With trembling fingers, she opened the livestream.
Sure enough, it was broadcasting Wiley rescuing Rebekah—this was all Rebekah’s deliberate setup.
Rebekah was held at knifepoint, crying out to Wiley in terror. Wiley panicked, grabbed a nearby bottle, and rushed forward, only to be tackled to the ground after a few steps.
“If you want to save your woman, pay up! She owes us money, and if she doesn’t pay, she’s dead!”
“Wiley, I’m so scared! Help me…”
Rebekah sobbed, her face filled with panic, acting incredibly convincingly. Viewers in the livestream praised Rebekah’s performance. Wiley growled like a trapped animal, “Let Rebekah go! How much do you need? I’ll get it!”
“Ten million dollars! Right now!”
Even Wiley was stunned by that figure. He couldn’t possibly produce that much cash, let alone immediately. But watching Rebekah being yanked up, he shouted with reddened eyes, “I’ll pay! I’ll pay! The necklace around my neck is worth ten million dollars. Take it and let her go!”
Jennie watched this scene with a sinking heart. That necklace was Wiley’s mother’s keepsake, the only memento she had left him. Wiley didn’t even hesitate before offering it up for Rebekah. The necklace was yanked off, and Rebekah was pushed into Wiley’s arms. They embraced tightly while Rebekah shot a smug look at everyone.
Livestream viewers thought the drama was over and began to leave. Seeing the viewership drop, Rebekah quickly signaled with her eyes. Just as the couple was about to leave, they were stopped again, and a dagger was thrown at their feet.
“I gave you the necklace! What else do you want?” Wiley shielded Rebekah behind him. Having just been discharged from the hospital, he was still weak, barely standing, yet he persisted.
“Think you can just leave? Someone has to pay in blood today!”
“You’re going too far! I’m calling the police!” Rebekah, noticing the viewer count rising again, quickly escalated the tension.
Suddenly, a slap landed across her face. “You bitch, you owe money and dare threaten us with police? I’ll stab you dead today!”
Wiley used all his strength to tackle the man, both falling to the ground. He shakily got up, falling twice before steadying himself. “If I stab myself, will you let her go?”
Everyone froze. Wiley looked dead serious, and they all uncertainly glanced at Rebekah. She immediately stepped forward, her face full of anticipation: “Wiley, would you really hurt yourself for me? If a man is willing to die for me, I’ll marry him.”
Her words left Wiley delirious. “Rebekah, do you mean it? I’d die for you!”
The knife plunged precisely into Wiley’s abdomen, shocking everyone. Rebekah screamed—she never expected Wiley to actually do it.
“Rebekah, I know you’re livestreaming…”
“Rebekah, keep your promise. I’m willing to die for you, so agree to marry me…”
“I’d give you even my life.”
As Wiley collapsed, he was still eagerly awaiting Rebekah’s answer. But Rebekah was too shocked to speak. Jennie told her driver to turn around, no longer watching the livestream. She knew Rebekah wouldn’t actually let Wiley die—the police and Myers Villa wouldn’t let her get away with it. She realized she had lost completely. Time and again, Wiley had proven his love for Rebekah with his wounds.
Just then, Jennie’s phone rang—it was her alarm, reminding her it was time to leave. She had arranged everything, yet never found the opportunity to break up with Wiley. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to visit the hospital to formally say goodbye to Wiley, putting an end to this ridiculous and tragic relationship. But as she reached the hospital room door, she saw the two figures embracing tightly.
Rebekah leaned against Wiley’s shoulder, looking pitiful as she said, “Wiley, why are you so foolish? I just wanted to test if you truly cared about me. What would I do if something really happened to you? I only kept rejecting your confessions because you had a girlfriend. Why did you need to risk your life to prove your love? I was terrified. Wiley, I love you. Please don’t ever leave me again.”
Rebekah’s confession didn’t make Wiley happy. When she mentioned the word “girlfriend,” he suddenly thought of Jennie. He reflected, “She’s always quiet and obedient, never joking about my safety. Even the slightest discomfort feels like a major crisis to her.”
Wiley became confused, unsure how to respond to Rebekah. Just then, as he looked up in a daze, he thought he saw Jennie. She stood there expressionless, staring at him with Rebekah in his arms. Wiley panicked instantly, shoving Rebekah away as guilt washed over him. He ran out to chase after Jennie, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He wondered, “Did I imagine it? That day I left Jennie at the hospital, and she didn’t come home on time. Is she angry with me?”
He rushed back to the hospital room and checked his phone—no messages from Jennie. He hadn’t been home for a long time, and she hadn’t sent a single greeting. In the past, she would constantly message him with questions; even after just a few hours without contact, she would send dozens of texts. Wiley suddenly felt anxious, as if something was slowly slipping away from him, beyond his control. He couldn’t understand why he felt so unsettled.
Rebekah followed him out and grabbed his arm. Wiley forcibly suppressed his anxiety, reassuring himself that the most important person was already by his side.
In the end, Jennie never returned to the hospital to say goodbye. She went home, picked up her already packed luggage, and got into Henry’s car to head to the airport. Before boarding, she sent Wiley one final message.
[Let’s break up.]
[I wish you and Ms. Gallagher eternal happiness. I’m leaving. Don’t expect to see me again.]
For years, she had followed Wiley for love, only to lose everything in the end. Now she would start over! After sending the messages, Wiley never replied. She figured he must be too wrapped up in his blissful reunion with Rebekah to care, now that Rebekah had agreed to get back together. The boarding announcement began urging passengers to board. Jennie stared at the empty screen, then finally removed her SIM card and tossed it into the trash…
She missed by just one second seeing the frantic messages Wiley was sending…
She boarded the plane and gazed at the endless sea of clouds outside her window, slowly closing her eyes. She thought to herself, “Goodbye, Wiley. From now on, my life no longer requires your participation.”
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When I was reborn, my sister Ariana Jennings was having me choose a marriage partner.
I looked at my boyfriend of five years, Damien Caldwell, then turned and leaned my delicate body against his uncle, Louis Caldwell.
In my previous life, I had rejected wealthy executives and only loved the wild and unrestrained Damien.
It wasn’t until after a miscarriage that I discovered the honey milk Damien had unfailingly given me for years contained abortion drugs.
His reason was simply that he thought I wasn’t as noble as Ariana and unworthy of bearing his child.
Recalling our intimate moments in bed, I realized he often called me by Ariana’s name.
Only then did I understand that my repeated miscarriages were merely tools for Damien and Ariana’s flirtation.
Since that was the case, in this new life, I would be better off marrying someone else.
Yet the typically cold and arrogant Damien fainted in tears at my wedding.
*****
When I opened my eyes, I was standing at the door of a luxury private room.
Before I could push down the doorknob, I heard men’s laughter from inside.
“Why didn’t Mr. Caldwell bring his fiancée today? Doesn’t Brielle die without you?”
Everyone in the room had been drinking and couldn’t help joking around.
Damien frowned, clicking his tongue impatiently.
“Don’t mention her. She makes me sick.”
“She’s just a cheap woman I can’t get rid of. I wouldn’t even want her for free.”
Overhearing everything, my heart clenched violently, and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
So this was how Damien described me behind my back—me, who had given him my whole heart.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and the dim light cast on his face somehow made him appear affectionate.
“But since I promised her I’d take care of Brielle, I absolutely cannot break my word.”
“Otherwise, with that woman’s petty tricks, she’d never be worthy of my attention.”
The room erupted in exclamations, exchanging knowing glances. They clearly understood who “her” referred to.
In my previous life, Damien had also said these words to me tenderly at our wedding.
I thought “her” meant my parents, but I never imagined it was his long-time crush, my own sister.
I had only ever been a substitute.
My nose stung, but my eyes remained terribly dry as I forced a cold smile, feeling utterly disillusioned.
Someone inside must have spotted me first, letting out a startled scream, and then dozens of eyes turned toward me.
The door to the private room opened without warning, and the atmosphere froze the moment I appeared.
The group nervously watched Damien’s expression. Despite their disrespectful comments about me moments ago, no one was willing to apologize.
Damien lounged lazily on the sofa, not bothering to give me even a glance.
“I told you, do whatever you want with the wedding. Don’t bother me.”
His attitude was exactly the same as in my previous life, though back then I thought he was just nervous before our wedding.
Now I understood he was simply taking out his frustration on me because he couldn’t marry the woman he truly loved.
Instead of going forward to soothe Damien’s mood as I usually did, I stood calmly at the doorway.
He seemed to notice my unusual behavior and narrowed his eyes, looking me up and down.
Even though I’d seen this expression many times before, his emotionless gaze made my breath catch.
I struggled to control my emotions.
“Damien, I don’t want to marry you anymore.”
Just one short sentence, but it took all my courage.
The room fell into a deathly silence. No one spoke.
But their suppressed smiles were too ugly—everyone treated me like a toy for their amusement.
After Damien let out a cold snort, everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“Brielle Jennings, how old are you? Haven’t you gotten tired of playing hard to get?”
“How many times have you said this now? If not a hundred times, then at least ninety-nine.”
Damien leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, clearly thinking I was playing a little trick to get his attention.
I was trembling with anger and about to explain myself when a sharp rebuke came from behind me.
“Enough! All of you should apologize to Brielle!”
“Damien, if you continue treating my sister this way, I’ll never speak to you again!”
I turned around in shock and met the woman’s angry eyes.
“Ariana?”
Before I could figure out why Ariana was here, she pulled me into the house.
She plopped down next to Damien, her delicate little fists pounding against his chest.
“How could you treat my sister like this? If she didn’t like you, would I ever give you up to someone else? I painfully let you go for Brielle’s sake, but if I find out you’re mistreating her, I’ll never speak to you again!” Ariana bit her lip, tears nearly falling.
Damien nervously lowered himself to comfort Ariana. The two of them were completely wrapped up in each other, ignoring my existence. I imagined that if I weren’t here, they’d probably take their flirting straight to bed.
But even though they could barely contain themselves, Ariana didn’t completely ignore me. She looked at me somewhat awkwardly, though her eyes didn’t want to miss any of my reactions.
“Brielle, next time Damien bullies you, just tell me, and I’ll definitely have your back,” Ariana said while sliding her slender hand inside Damien’s shirt, pinching his flesh hard. She pretended to be getting revenge for me, but was actually flirting with him.
I clenched my fists tightly, digging my nails into the tender flesh of my wrists to barely regain my composure. I couldn’t understand why I had been so stupid in my previous life, unable to see through their shameless little games.
It wasn’t until later, after I had miscarried for Damien time and again, my body depleted of all its strength, that I finally realized something was wrong thanks to a friend’s warning.
I had Damien’s warm milk with honey—which he fed me daily—tested, and sure enough, it contained large amounts of abortifacients.
I secretly logged into Damien’s WhatsApp, intending to investigate every detail of his past. I just never expected the truth to be even more disgusting than I had anticipated.
Damien and Ariana had been in a relationship since high school, but since they were both players, they inevitably broke up and got back together multiple times.
Until I came along—innocent me apparently became the glue for their relationship. The forbidden thrill of cheating behind my back was irresistible to them, and their relationship only heated up after Damien and I got married.
The warm milk with honey poured into my stomach every day came from someone Ariana had hired. Yet after each of my miscarriages, Ariana would pretend to feel guilty, crying as she sought comfort from Damien.
The two of them kept pushing moral boundaries behind my back, again and again.
Until they both grew tired of the game and finally decided to let me go. Unfortunately, after countless miscarriages requiring hospitalization, my body was already wasting away, and I could only wait for death in the hospital.
Every time I think about this since my rebirth, my stomach churns uncontrollably. My lover’s betrayal, my family’s backstabbing—each incident made me wish I were dead.
So in this life, I absolutely cannot become their plaything for flirtation.
I abruptly stood up from the sofa and gracefully yanked the door open to leave.
“Damien, we’re done. This isn’t a joke—it’s a notification.”
After I left, the house returned to its rowdy atmosphere. I could even imagine how Damien’s worthless friends were talking about me.
But actually, as long as I could end this arranged marriage with Damien, I could completely restart my life.
I had just sat down in my car when my phone immediately started vibrating. When I answered, Damien’s furious roar came through.
“Brielle, do you have a death wish? Will you only be happy when you’ve destroyed Ariana?”
My ears throbbed with pain from the shock, and I instinctively pressed the end call button.
But before I could start the car, a pair of large hands smashed through the window.
Damien grabbed my collar and yanked me out of the car with brutal force, like a demon.
“Look what you’ve done! How could you do this to Ariana?”
Without another word, Damien dragged me back to the private room, where I found Ariana crying, her face streaked with tears.
She bit her lip and looked at me with utter grief.
“Please just give it back to me, it’s really important to me!
“I’ve already given up Damien for you. That’s the only thing I have left to remember him by. Please don’t take that away too, okay?”
Ariana stomped her foot petulantly, crying as she grabbed the red wine from the table and splashed it in my face.
Damien was so heartbroken his eyes turned red. He quickly unwrapped the blue and white scarf from his neck and gently placed it under Ariana’s feet.
The gesture made everyone envious, but I was the only one who found it disgusting.
That scarf had taken me three months to make. My delicate hands had been pricked and bloodied by silver needles for that scarf.
Now Damien didn’t hesitate to place it under Ariana’s feet, as if he were trampling my heart into the ground.
The bitter wine trickled down my face and into my collar, making me shiver with cold.
“I didn’t take anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Before I could finish, I heard Damien’s lackey speak up.
“Found it! I found Ariana’s diamond ring in Brielle’s car. She did steal it!”
In an instant, everyone in the room stared at me.
Damien let out a cold sneer.
“What else do you have to say for yourself?
“That ring was designed by Ariana and me together. It’s her graduation project!
“You stole it out of jealousy. Are you trying to ruin Ariana?!”
The diamond ring was handed to Damien, but I had no recollection of the box at all.
Ariana kept crying, never directly blaming me, yet every word she said was aimed at me.
Damien stood in front of me, gripping my face with his hand, his eyes terrifyingly cold.
“You didn’t actually think that just because I agreed to marry you, you could do whatever you wanted, did you?
“If you dare disrespect Ariana in any way, this marriage will be the beginning of your hell!”
He gritted his teeth and threatened me viciously.
“Kneel down right now and apologize to Ariana, or this wedding is off!”
I tensed my body, glaring at Damien with hatred, and replied coldly.
“Never!”
Damien’s anger surged instantly. He grabbed my collar and stomped hard on my shin.
I lost my balance and fell to my knees with a thud, pain shooting through them.
I tried to struggle to my feet, but Damien gripped my neck and forced me down hard.
“Apologize now, or I’ll cancel the engagement right this minute!”
A familiar sense of terror flooded through me as I recalled the constant domestic abuse after marriage in my previous life.
He used to lock me in the basement. Whenever Ariana got angry with him, he would take out his frustration on me.
His fists, as big as sandbags, would pound every part of my body while he cursed me viciously.
“If it weren’t for you, Ariana and I would be married with children by now!
“Trash like you still dreams of having my child? Are you trying to one-up Ariana with a baby?”
Now Damien was just like in my previous life, rolling up his sleeves and approaching me with a twisted face.
“Stop!”
Ariana let out a sharp scream, and Damien immediately froze.
I looked up gratefully, tears streaming down my face.
I thought Ariana still cared for me, but her next words sent ice through my veins.
“As her sister, I absolutely cannot bear to see Brielle become such an unreasonable, jealous shrew!
“I must cut the tendons in her hands to set her straight!”
Damien’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he flipped a knife skillfully in his hand.
“Ariana is always so clever.”
I backed away in terror as Ariana pressed her high heel into my back with a look of feigned distress.
“Don’t blame me, okay? I’m doing this for your own good.”
The more I struggled, the harder she pressed her heel.
The sharp blade touched my wrist, inching downward.
My tears had nearly dried up, and I could only close my eyes in despair.
Suddenly, an urgent phone call interrupted Damien’s actions.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance before answering. Then he flung the butterfly knife away, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved me into the car.
“Damn it! We need to get to the banquet now!”
I had never seen Damien look so nervous before—his expression could even be described as fearful.
“Uncle Louis has returned from abroad. I’ll have to rely on him in the future, depend on him for my livelihood!”
Then he laughed.
“I know he likes you, and he’d even defy the entire family for your sake.
“If I were to send you to his bed, who knows how much money I could get? Probably enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life.”
I recalled Uncle Louis from Damien’s descriptions. Louis always wore a cold expression, yet he would appear out of nowhere whenever I was in trouble.
But in my previous life, I was too infatuated with Damien to appreciate such a good man.
Damien sped all the way to the party, then hurriedly dragged me into the crowd.
“Mom, I’ve brought her as you asked.”
Damien pushed me forward, and caught off guard, I nearly stumbled to the floor.
Damien’s mother, Ashley Caldwell, looked me over with contempt and snorted.
“A classless wild girl, without a fraction of Ariana’s grace!
“Now you’ll kneel here and crawl over to pour my coffee—that’s the rule in our house.”
I frowned and tried to leave, but Damien grabbed my arm firmly.
“Don’t put on airs in front of everyone. You haven’t signed the marriage certificate yet—I can change my mind anytime!
“Ariana isn’t here now, so don’t think anyone will come to your rescue!”
He handed me a scalding hot cup of coffee and pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel.
Ashley watched me with a mocking smile.
“This is our family tradition. Anyone who wants to join our family must enter on their knees.”
Everyone’s eyes were on me, and no one spoke up in my defense, as if my refusal to kneel would be unreasonable.
My hands turned bright red from the heat, and my legs trembled as Damien repeatedly kicked them.
Just then, a deep male voice came from the entrance of the party.
“I’m the one who establishes the rules for the Caldwell family, and I’ve never heard of this one before.”
Each footstep of the man struck at everyone’s heartstrings.
Damien, who had been so arrogant moments ago, suddenly trembled with fear and stammered:
“Uncle Louis…”
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My mother saved Vivian Palmer’s life, and in return, the Palmer family promised to unite our families through marriage.
My sister was eager to marry into the Palmer family, only to discover her husband was merely an unwanted illegitimate son. Shortly after the wedding, she ended up homeless.
After I graduated from a top university, the true heir of the Palmer family proposed to me.
During a press conference, my sister rushed forward and pushed me down the stairs, but she lost her footing and fell as well.
After being reborn, she pretended to be generous by giving me the opportunity to marry into the Palmer family, yet whispered spitefully in my ear, “Jeanette, enjoy this life of luxury for me.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Palmer family came to discuss marriage arrangements with us.
Vivian Palmer was helped out of her luxury car, surrounded by suited bodyguards that my father envied greatly.
Behind her stood Herbert Palmer, the youngest son of the Palmer family. With his refined demeanor and handsome features, he wore the latest Patek Philippe watch, his bespoke suit enhancing his extraordinary presence.
The Palmer family was Chicago’s wealthiest, leading the national household products industry with assets exceeding ten billion dollars. This elite family, previously only seen in magazines and on television, now stood at our doorstep, wanting to join our families through marriage.
My mother was overjoyed and quickly pushed my prettier sister forward.
But surprisingly, my sister didn’t step forward.
With a stern face, under everyone’s gaze, she declared righteously, “Mom, I don’t want to take shortcuts. I want to achieve success through my own efforts! Marriage and happiness aren’t for trading. Since I seem to be the only one who feels this way, let Jeanette go instead.”
Everyone was shocked, especially my parents.
Bethany Yates had always been competitive, constantly trying to outdo me in everything, yet today she suddenly seemed like a different person, yielding to me.
But I already knew her true intentions.
Expressionless, I packed my belongings, grabbed just one travel bag, and got into the car arranged by the Palmer family.
My parents’ confusion was justified.
In my previous life, Bethany had dressed impeccably to marry into the Palmer family and, with my parents’ support, had made quite an impression on the Palmers.
Not only that, to prevent any mishaps, she had spread rumors about me, smearing my reputation by claiming I led a promiscuous lifestyle. I became a laughingstock, while she appeared elegant and noble by comparison.
She had thought that after marrying into wealth, a privileged life and high social status awaited her—a fairy-tale romance with the handsome, rich Herbert that would blossom after marriage.
But what awaited her instead were countless dirty, sordid affairs within the wealthy family.
Vivian had only allowed a girl of ordinary background like her to marry Herbert because he was an illegitimate son without any power or status. Bethany not only failed to access the Palmer fortune but also faced daily humiliation from others.
“A filthy, lowly rat like you doesn’t deserve to be part of the Palmer family.”
“A cheap whore and a bastard no one wants to acknowledge—what a perfect match!”
Unable to bear the torment, she blamed everything on Herbert, physically and verbally abusing him, and even trying to seduce other Palmer heirs.
But a girl like her, with nothing but good looks and no other qualities, ultimately became just a plaything for rich young men, discarded once they grew bored.
When Herbert’s older brother Cedric Palmer took control, both of them were thrown out.
Bethany went to Cedric begging for mercy, foolishly thinking she could trade her body for wealth, only to face deeper humiliation.
“Being with a dirty, cheap gold-digger makes me sick. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re after. I’m not as stupid as Herbert—not every woman deserves to be with me.”
Meanwhile, I endured that dark period, studying diligently at the University of Chicago, eventually graduating with honors as the only student that year with a perfect GPA, receiving countless job offers.
Later, at a presentation, I caught Cedric’s attention. He pursued me intensely and gave me a nationwide, spectacular wedding.
Bethany, left with nothing, finally snapped. At my wedding, she pushed me down the stairs, but fell herself in the process.
Living this life again, she made her choice early, decisively rejecting Herbert to follow the path I had taken in my previous life.
She knew that although she would have to endure years of tedious studying, once she connected with Cedric, she could change her destiny.
Watching me leave, Bethany’s face revealed a mocking, triumphant smile.
“This time, you can enjoy this life of luxury for me, my dear sister. And I will take back everything that should have been mine!”
I had long prepared myself to be ostracized and tormented by the rest of the Palmer family.
So when they poured scalding hot soup on me and ordered me to stand in the yard as punishment, I didn’t say a word and silently complied.
It had snowed all night, and as I stood on the freezing stone pavement, the sensation in my feet changed from stinging pain to numbness, until I completely lost all feeling.
“I’ve seen plenty of women like you who scheme to marry above their station,” Jessica Palmer, the second daughter of the Palmer family, said with her arms crossed, looking at me coldly, her tone full of mockery. “You’re just a child from an ordinary family, and no matter who you marry, that fact will never change.”
I was starving, my stomach practically touching my spine, and even the household servants stood nearby laughing at me.
Jessica took a plate of leftover food and casually tossed it at my feet, as if feeding a dog. “Hey, eat up. It’s my treat to you.”
Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted around me, and countless malicious gazes fell upon me.
I looked down at the cold food on the ground without saying a word.
Suddenly someone shouted, “Cedric is back!” Those people scattered immediately.
A pair of polished black handcrafted leather shoes appeared before my eyes.
I looked up to see Cedric’s handsome face.
In my previous life, those eyes that once looked at me with tenderness were now as cold as the ice beneath my legs, regarding me without emotion.
He only glanced at me once before looking away as if I were trash.
Those immaculate leather shoes stepped right over the food in front of me without hesitation.
Life in the Palmer family meant I was treated worse than a servant. No wonder Bethany refused to marry Herbert in this life.
But regardless, I was still Herbert’s wife in name. In front of outsiders, they had to pretend to get along with me.
I walked into the hall with the Palmer family, watching as they were guided to the VIP seats by the event organizers, while I could only sit in the farthest corner.
This college innovation and entrepreneurship competition was jointly sponsored by several large enterprises, with Palmer Group holding the highest position. Sitting at the end, I listened to the speeches with boredom. For a chemistry genius like me, these students’ ideas were far too naive, and I started to feel drowsy after listening for a short while.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
“As people increasingly pursue natural and healthy lifestyles, I believe all-natural ingredients will become the mainstream trend in the future cosmetics industry.”
Bethany stood on stage, speaking confidently. Her glossy, smooth hair was tied in a high ponytail, with a few strands deliberately left loose around her face to frame it perfectly.
Her poised, confident presentation and excellent content won a round of applause from the audience.
I looked toward Cedric, who sat in the front row, staring intently at the girl on stage, his eyes full of admiration.
“Bethany, may I ask if the honeysuckle extract you mentioned was developed by you alone?”
Bethany turned, slightly bowing her head with a hint of shyness as she nodded. Her white dress swayed gently with her movement, making her look pure and gentle, like a white jasmine flower.
“Yes, it took me a year of research to develop it.”
If the setting had allowed it, I would have laughed out loud.
In my previous life, the technology that made me famous took countless professors and graduate students at the University of Chicago nearly ten years to research. Even though I ultimately completed it, I never dared to take all the credit or claim others’ hard work as my own.
For Bethany to claim she did this alone in just one year, she would have to be a genius among geniuses.
But I knew too well that she wasn’t.
The audience, however, was none the wiser. Unsurprisingly, Bethany won first place in the competition and successfully secured an internship at Palmer Group.
Cedric looked down at her, his eyes full of appreciation. The two chatted intimately, and when amused, Bethany covered her mouth as she laughed softly, looking as pure as a girl in an oil painting.
Everyone present was shrewd enough to understand but chose not to point out the obvious. They collectively ignored the adult male desire evident in Cedric’s eyes.
Bethany walked up to me, deliberately adjusting the suit jacket draped over her shoulders—Cedric’s jacket.
“Jeanette, how are you adjusting to life in high society?”
She certainly knew I was being ostracized, as she had experienced it all in her previous life.
In my previous life, she had approached me the same way after I had just finished a press conference and been hired by Palmer Group with a high salary, saying, “No matter how proud you are, you’re just an employee. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never match my status!”
But in this life, she changed her approach, proudly saying, “I don’t want to depend on anyone. I want to achieve my dreams through my own abilities.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
I raised an eyebrow. Cedric was standing nearby and heard what she said. A meaningful smile appeared on his face.
Bethany and Cedric left one after another.
But I couldn’t care less where they went. I took my business cards and, following my memories from my previous life, went looking for people who could help advance my career.
Everyone at the event was an industry leader who knew exactly who I was, and naturally, none of them thought much of me.
I felt neither shame nor anger, and I ignored the hateful glares from the Palmer family members who looked like they wanted to tear me apart.
After all, I was now part of the Palmer family too. My humble demeanor was what they found so shameful.
Without Herbert around, I was just a country girl with the title of his wife. These people certainly wouldn’t treat me kindly. Despite being rejected repeatedly, I patiently continued to introduce my ideas.
In my previous life, Bethany thought she could only establish herself in the Palmer family through Herbert, spending her days playing mind games with the other women. This only made everyone despise her and think she lacked proper upbringing.
But I knew that to secure my position in the Palmer family, I needed undeniable capability, not connections.
On the way home, Jessica deliberately brought up my attempts to network with the influential guests.
“Jeanette, I can see you have big ambitions. How many business cards did you hand out?”
I ignored the mockery in her words, mentally going through the list of people who had once collaborated with me in my previous life. Right now, they were just college students with startups who couldn’t even get through the front door of Palmer Group.
Jessica burst into unrestrained laughter.
“Jeanette, low-class people will always be low-class. No matter how hard you try, we’ll only ever see you as a joke.”
But I didn’t think she was right.
I gave her an awkward but polite smile.
Whether they accepted me or not didn’t matter at all.
Because I didn’t even plan on keeping the Palmer family in my sights.
Although Herbert and I were married, we didn’t have a true marital relationship.
In my previous life, Bethany always complained that Herbert was useless, so my impression of him was filled with negative words like “spineless,” “weak,” and “worthless.”
But after living with him, I discovered he wasn’t like that at all.
When he learned that my parents had forced me to marry him, he immediately accepted my proposal for a marriage of convenience. Though we lived together, we were more like friends.
As an illegitimate son, he was ostracized by the rest of the Palmer family, with no dignity or status—but he had money.
“My father gave my mother a black card before. After she passed away, the card became mine.”
“I know you’ve endured a lot of hardship during my absence. I have no other way to make it up to you except through money. Do you mind?”
How could I mind? I was more than happy!
Herbert wasn’t skilled at running a company; his real talent was programming. But in the Palmer family’s eyes, this ability had no value.
So he had to leave early and return late every day looking for work, and even with a bank’s black card in his hand, he feared that one day this security would be taken away.
In my previous life, Bethany looked down on him, mocked him coldly, and joined his family in ostracizing him.
His concern touched me deeply.
“Okay,” I nodded with a smile, accepting the card. “Thank you. If you ever need my help, I’ll do everything I can.”
I invested the money in several small startups.
No one paid attention to these companies founded by young people. They were like specks of dust in the storms raised by these large corporations, too insignificant to notice. Everyone thought these fragile seedlings would soon wither and die.
This amount of money was trivial to the Palmer family, and they didn’t pay much attention. But for us, it was a matter of life and death.
Because I planned to recreate the technology that had shocked the industry in my previous life.
I rented a laboratory. Although I lacked baseline data, I had performed those experiments countless times before—they were etched into my bones. Back then, I practically lived in libraries and labs, surviving on cheap instant coffee. I could reproduce the entire experimental process with my eyes closed.
This was why Bethany could never replicate my success from my previous life.
I heard that Cedric invited Bethany Yates to dinner, but she declined, saying she had evening study sessions.
The next day, rumors spread throughout the school that the heir to a top-tier wealthy family was pursuing Bethany.
Bethany quickly denied it, but the more desperately she tried to distance herself, the more others believed it was true.
She was quite clever in this regard.
Cedric never lacked women, especially those who threw themselves at him.
In my previous life, the main reason he took interest in me was because I was different.
My calm demeanor, innocence, passion for research, and indifference to power intrigued him and even sparked his desire to conquer.
In this life, Bethany was attempting the same strategy.
Her playing-hard-to-get attitude successfully caught Cedric’s attention. She knew men always obsess over what they can’t have.
I lay on my memory foam mattress, enjoying the comfort of its massage mode. My hair felt fresh, smooth, and glossy after a scalp treatment.
Meanwhile, Bethany was probably lying on that hard little bed at home, plotting her next move to win Cedric over.
I smiled to myself, thinking, “She has no idea what ugly truths lie behind the marriage she so desperately wants.”
In my previous life, it took me a long time to realize that someone like Cedric, who had fought in the business world for years, wouldn’t marry me simply because I was “pure and kind.”
It wasn’t until after our marriage—when he confined me at home, forbade me from working, stole all my research achievements, and tried to force me to conduct research exclusively for him—that I understood his true intentions.
When I refused, he finally showed his true colors. He kept me under house arrest, confiscated all my communication devices, and stripped away my freedom. Every day, I could only stare at four white walls and gaze longingly at the sunlight through that small window.
Later, when I developed mental health issues, he didn’t spare me. Instead, he held press conferences to gain sympathy, exploiting my suffering to squeeze out whatever value I had left.
Perhaps he had genuine feelings at some point, and that faint affection was real.
But his emotions were too light, too shallow—so fragile they couldn’t withstand any clash with his interests.
I’m curious how he’ll treat Bethany once he sees through everything, and whether Bethany can endure his torment.
Because of my “restlessness,” the Palmer family’s hostility toward me became increasingly obvious.
Before, they would restrain themselves out of respect for Vivian when they tried to make things difficult for me.
But now, they probably knew that even Cedric disliked me, so they became completely uninhibited.
They cut up my clothes, deliberately humiliated me at parties, spat in my food, and even set my hair on fire in public, standing around watching me frantically put it out while laughing uncontrollably.
They believed they had every right to punish this “gold digger,” to teach a lesson to this lowly woman who dared to taint their noble bloodline.
But I didn’t show the panic they expected. I watched them like children playing cruel pranks, without a trace of fear in my eyes.
I cut off all my long hair in front of everyone. When my hair fell to the ground, I saw Cedric standing at the doorway with a complex expression.
His gaze was dark and unreadable, churning with emotions I couldn’t decipher, as if wondering how long I would endure for the Palmer family’s money.
*****
Actually, I wasn’t just putting on a brave face.
After being slandered in my previous life, the bullying I endured was far worse than what I’m experiencing now.
To change my fate, I had to work part-time jobs while studying hard.
But in this life, I have the Palmer family’s resources. I don’t have to worry about my parents stealing my tuition money for “investments,” or about the school kicking me out of research groups because of rumors.
This is already an enormous help to me, so those insignificant pranks don’t matter.
Besides, their arrogance won’t last much longer.
As for Bethany, I heard she often skipped classes to attend dinners and dates with Cedric.
With her frequent absences, she failed miserably in her final exams, flunking most of her courses.
Research was out of the question—she hadn’t touched a lab coat all semester, and the lab manager had barely seen her.
Her professor warned her not to neglect her studies just because she had secured an internship.
But she dismissed it, claiming she was a genius who should achieve the highest results with minimal effort.
When told her poor grades might affect her graduation eligibility, she remained unconcerned, saying that in today’s society, connections and resources matter more than grades and degrees.
Eventually, her professors gave up on her.
Even my parents believed that rather than studying, securing the heart of the future leader of the Palmer Group was the most important thing.
Moreover, my precarious position in the Palmer family had already thoroughly disappointed them.
Once they realized they couldn’t get much benefit from me, they promptly cut ties and fully supported Bethany instead, hoping she would become the mistress of the Palmer Group.
These rumors reached me later, as I was currently busy with the final stages of my experiment.
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