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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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My parents both died in a car accident. The only people willing to adopt my sister and me were the surgeon who performed their operation and the debt collector who came to collect what they owed. My sister said to me, “I’ve never been able to bear seeing others suffer. My biggest dream is to become a doctor and save lives. Please let me fulfill this dream.” She deliberately chose the respectable-looking doctor, pushing me toward the debt collector to pay off our parents’ debts. But she later discovered that the doctor not only lived in poverty but also required her to dissect various animals daily to practice her skills. My sister’s life became extremely difficult. Meanwhile, following the debt collector’s arrangements, I married his son and became part of his family, appearing prosperous to outsiders. My sister grew intensely jealous and poisoned me during one of our meetings. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day of our parents’ accident. This time, my sister rushed to choose the debt collector, saying she wanted to become part of his family. I remained silent, thinking, “Someone as hypocritical as her perhaps needs that kind of environment to truly understand what real life is.” ***** After drinking the juice, my throat immediately swelled, making it difficult to breathe. I desperately turned to my sister, Amelie Hughes, for help. But she covered my mouth with her hand and said, “Scarlett, just hold on a little longer. It’ll get better soon. Ambulance resources are limited—if they come for you, what about people with heart attacks or car accidents?” Fighting through the excruciating pain, I broke free from her grip and desperately cried out, “The juice is poisoned! Help me!” She frantically slapped me hard, shouting, “Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!” Pinned to the ground by her, I couldn’t make a sound and closed my eyes in suffocation and despair. Afterward, she also drank the juice and lay quietly on the floor, waiting for death. With her dying breath, she still scolded me harshly, “Scarlett, you’re so inconsiderate. If you say the juice is poisoned, how will the store stay in business?” But that juice was something she had brought—it had nothing to do with the store. When I opened my eyes again, Amelie was clinging tightly to the arm of a heavily tattooed man, her face full of desperate eagerness as she said, “Mr. Bernard, my parents are gone, and they can’t repay what they owed you. But I’m willing to pay their debt. I’ll go with you. Scarlett is incompetent—she’s not suitable for debt repayment.” Her tone was filled with pitiful helplessness. Looking at her face, so similar to mine yet suddenly younger by more than a decade, I understood. I had returned to the past—to many years ago, the day our parents had the accident. Dr. Matthew Murray, the surgeon who operated on my parents, was trying to persuade her with regret on his face, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I can take care of both of you.” As he spoke, he glanced at Wyatt Bernard, the debt collector standing nearby. Wyatt had a buzz cut, wore thick gold chains, and had tattoos covering his arms. His speech was crude—the typical image of a thug. Matthew couldn’t imagine what fate awaited the girls in his hands. In my previous life, when Wyatt was about to take me away, Matthew had said the same thing out of compassion. But before I could agree, Amelie quickly told me, “You can’t. It’s already difficult enough for Dr. Murray to adopt someone unrelated to him like me. He can’t adopt you too—the burden would be too great. Besides, Mom and Dad did owe Mr. Bernard money. If he leaves empty-handed after coming to collect, that wouldn’t be fair to him either. Scarlett, you’ve always been stronger than me. I’m too weak. I believe if our parents were still here, they would want you to go with Mr. Bernard.”

Her words sounded sweet, but she was just worried that Wyatt wouldn’t collect his debt and would trouble her again, affecting her future life. So she pushed me toward the creditor Wyatt while choosing the seemingly respectable and reliable Matthew for herself. But this time, she not only actively chose Wyatt, but also spoke mockingly about Matthew’s kindness, “Dr. Murray, with that meager fixed salary of yours, how could you possibly support anyone? By not going with you, I’m actually doing you a favor.” I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous life, after learning that I was living better than her, she grew jealous and poisoned my juice, intending for us to die together. No one expected that we would both return to the past. So this time, she not only chose Wyatt earlier than I could, but before leaving, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Scarlett, our last life was so unfair. I’ve always been a good person, so why did I end up worse off than you? This time things are finally fair. Heaven has seen my efforts, and now it’s my turn to live the good life.” She continued, “As for you, spend the rest of your life with those frogs and lab rats.” She walked away with a spring in her step, as if afraid I might change my mind and steal her choice. But in reality, I could barely hold back my laughter. She had no idea how much I had envied her in our previous life—her becoming a doctor, having a respectable profession, being someone people looked up to. Meanwhile, I had merely been a tool for the Bernard family, outwardly glamorous but living a chaotic life without dignity. So when Matthew asked if I wanted to become a doctor after she left, I nodded firmly. I instinctively looked at my hands. Now, there were no tattoos from cigarette burns or knife scars, no uncontrollable trembling. I could finally use my hands to save people. I thought, “Good. This is perfect.” At the same time, Amelie’s laughter echoed through the hospital corridor. She said, “Mr. Bernard, do you really want me to marry that man, Ryan Lewis? I’m willing, of course I’m willing!” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile. In our previous life, Amelie only saw my outward glamour. She had no idea that behind closed doors, my marriage with Ryan was extremely painful, almost a disaster. I wondered, “Why is she so eager to embrace this kind of life?”

To become a doctor, I first needed to get into medical school. So after completing the adoption paperwork, Matthew sent me back to school to continue my studies. What I didn’t expect was that Amelie would return to the same school. The first thing she said to me after returning was: “Scarlett, tell me, what type of girls does Ryan like?” She also said: “Although we’ve had some unpleasant incidents in the past, I am still your sister after all. You should want me to be happy, right?” She made it sound like we’d just had some minor disagreements. But in reality, she had personally poisoned me. I couldn’t be bothered with her and had nothing to tell her anyway. Ryan didn’t like me, so I had no idea what kind of girls he preferred. But to force me to talk, Amelie began targeting me at school in various ways. Not only did she gather allies to spread rumors about me, but she also wrote insulting words on my desk and chair, like “schemer” and “ungrateful.” Later, she even mocked me in front of classmates and gave me nicknames. I didn’t respond to any of it, which I found amusing. Her tactics were so childish, like something an elementary school student would do. They posed no threat to me whatsoever. I wasn’t a child anymore; I had more important things to do. Like studying. After being reborn, it had been over ten years since I last attended school, and suddenly having to prepare for college entrance exams was extremely difficult for me. I wished I had twenty-four hours a day just to study. When Amelie saw I wasn’t responding, she started using softer methods to disturb me. She came to talk to me every day with different approaches: “Scarlett, you’re not really planning to become a doctor, are you? That profession has no future and doesn’t make much money.” She continued: “Look at me. Since joining the Bernard family, I get new luxury items every day. After I marry Ryan, my life will be even more wealthy. Now tell me…” Before she could finish, I interrupted her: “Mmhmm, I wish you both happiness. May you never part.” I clutched my test papers, not even looking up. Her words and actions were like punching a pillow—they had no effect on me whatsoever. This only made her more jealous and suspicious of me. She began to mock me: “All you do is study, you’re so rigid. What’s the use of studying anyway?” She questioned me further: “Oh, are you trying to use your education to get close to Ryan again, to reclaim everything you once had? Let me tell you, that’s impossible. The Bernard family isn’t…” I calmly replied: “No, I won’t fight for any of that anymore. It’s all yours, just don’t disturb my studies.” She became so angry that she tore up my test papers on the spot and shouted: “Why can you live so calmly? What are you pretending to be? Scarlett, you’re always like this. Do you really think you can have a better life than me this time?” Looking at the shredded paper on the floor, I sighed helplessly: “Amelie, who’s comparing themselves to whom? You live your life, and I’ll live mine. Do you think everyone is like you, only wanting to rely on men for their livelihood?” I added: “Besides, if you really want to depend on Ryan, you should spend more time getting to know him instead of bothering me. You don’t study, you don’t pursue him, why do you spend every day pestering me? Are you trying to build a relationship with me?” She was left speechless, then angrily slammed the table and stormed out of the classroom. I thought she wouldn’t come looking for me again after that. But the next day, she appeared before me again: “Scarlett, are you really not going to help me? We’re sisters. If Mom and Dad were still here, they would be very disappointed to see you like this.” When she suddenly mentioned my parents, my heart sank. Although many years had passed, my deceased parents remained the softest, most sensitive part of my heart. So I took a deep breath and told her: “Amelie, I really don’t know what type of women Ryan likes. Honestly, I even doubt he likes women at all.” I spoke very sincerely, and this was the truth. But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears, emotionally shouting: “Scarlett, so you still blame me for killing Mom and Dad, don’t you?” I was completely bewildered. I only noticed that the entire class was staring at me. When I turned to look at her, I caught a glimpse of a satisfied smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

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My sister and I lost our parents when we were 17 in a sudden car accident. Our uncle Benjamin Morgan and aunt Bella Bennett each expressed interest in adopting one of us. My sister Hannah didn’t hesitate to choose our uncle who lived abroad. I chose to stay in the country with Bella, who was less financially stable. What Hannah didn’t anticipate was that Benjamin was actually struggling overseas. He only adopted her to get half of our parents’ compensation money. After gambling away that money and quickly losing it all, he abandoned her on the streets, leaving Hannah to end up in the slums. Meanwhile, I continuously earned scholarships and was admitted to the country’s top university with a bright future ahead. When I went abroad to visit her, she dragged me into the deep sea like a madwoman. When I opened my eyes again, I found we had returned to the past, reborn on the day we made our choices. This time, she quickly chose to stay with Bella. But she didn’t know that this was when the real nightmare would begin.***** Bella said, “Hannah, Rachel, this is your uncle, Benjamin. He hasn’t been back to the country for ten years and came back especially for this occasion.” I listened to the familiar voice, feeling completely surreal. It seemed like just a second ago, I was being dragged into the deep sea by Hannah, my nostrils filled with the salty bitterness of seawater. Now I saw relatives and friends dressed in black, holding white flowers. I knew I had been reborn, back to the day of my parents’ funeral after the car accident. Standing before us was Benjamin in a suit, who had rushed back looking travel-worn. He gently stroked Hannah’s and my hair, sighing, “Poor children, you’ve suffered so much. Would either of you like to come with me to study in America?” I looked at Hannah. In our previous life, she had rushed into Benjamin’s arms crying as soon as he walked in. But this time, she clearly avoided Benjamin’s gaze, clutching Bella’s clothes, tears in her eyes, saying, “I… I can’t bear to leave Aunt Bella, or my classmates here.” Before she could finish, her tears had already soaked Bella’s sleeve. Bella hugged her compassionately, comforting her in a gentle voice. But I noticed her lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile. Obviously, she had been reborn too. I turned to Benjamin with a smile and said, “I’d like to go abroad with you.” And so, the guardianship of the twin sisters was decided. After the funeral, Hannah said to me, “You’ve really been made stupid by all that studying. Do you think America is some great place? I never wanted to go there—you just picked up what I rejected.” I didn’t want to argue with her. Hannah thought I had an easy life in our previous existence, but she didn’t know that Bella’s home was actually more dangerous than anywhere else. Still, we each make our own path in life. Hannah and I are twin sisters. Since childhood, our parents often traveled for business. Whenever they returned from trips, they would bring us interesting gifts. Whether it was pretty dresses or cute teddy bears, Hannah always rushed to pick her favorite before I could. Even with two identical dolls, she would choose the one with the rounder, cuter face. When I was little, I would often cry and fight with her, but after every quarrel, our parents would scold me, saying, “Hannah isn’t as healthy as you, don’t fight with her, be good.” At those moments, Hannah would always flash me a smug smile. Her smile seemed to say, “See, I’m the one who’s always favored.” So in our previous life, after our parents died, when Bella rushed overnight from her small city with bags of belongings, Hannah wasn’t actually very welcoming. She quietly organized all her competition certificates from childhood, waiting for the day Benjamin would return. When Benjamin came back, Hannah immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing. When Bella and Benjamin asked about our adoption preferences, Hannah quickly pulled out her prepared certificates and said, “Uncle Benjamin, I’ve always been good at foreign languages, and I can sing and dance too. Rachel only knows how to bury herself in books. America promotes happy education, so I want to go to the United States with you.” Benjamin nodded approvingly as he looked at her certificates, then turned to me and asked, “Rachel, what about you?” I sighed inwardly. Hannah had always performed poorly in school. To ensure she would have opportunities in the future, our family spent a lot of money developing her interests and talents. As for me, my family only said one thing: “Your grades are so good, there’s no need to waste money on extra tutoring.” I said, “I’ll stay with Aunt Bella. The educational environment here is better suited for me.” After our guardianship arrangements were settled, Benjamin immediately took Bella and a lawyer to divide their assets. Once Hannah arrived in America, she entered what seemed like a completely unrestricted environment. The foreign education system emphasized happiness and freedom. Free from heavy coursework and tutoring, she quickly fell in with international students who didn’t care about studying. She spent her days in bars, skipping classes, drinking, and shopping. But before long, she discovered that Benjamin’s middle-class lifestyle was just a facade, and his financial situation was actually terrible. To support Hannah’s extravagant spending, Benjamin had invested all his assets and Hannah’s education fund in the stock market, losing everything. He also became mentally unstable after accumulating high-interest debts, made mistakes at work, and was fired. Benjamin made Hannah withdraw from her expensive private high school, and they had to constantly hide from debt collectors. Without an education, Hannah could only work as an entry-level server at a restaurant. Despite her proud personality, she found herself arguing with coworkers over a few dollars in tips every day. One day, the restaurant’s TV broadcast news about outstanding students from Peking University visiting Ivy League schools for an exchange program. The plate in her hand crashed to the floor. At that moment, I appeared in the center of the screen, smiling brightly. Hannah felt intense jealousy. She couldn’t understand why she had fallen so low while the sister she had always looked down on had achieved success. So when we met again, she killed me without hesitation. During every long night in that poor neighborhood, Hannah would wonder where exactly she had gone wrong. Eventually, she realized that choosing to follow Benjamin to America had been a mistake from the very beginning. This time around, she chose Bella without hesitation. As she wished, I began the overseas journey she had taken in her previous life. This time, she hoped to replace me and become the outstanding student everyone admired, while I would bear all her previous failures and pain—including the endless debt and the never-ending dirty dishes.

Before going abroad, my relationship with Benjamin gradually became more familiar. His daily focus was always on the stock market charts on his phone. I noticed he’d been sighing at his screen frequently, so I deliberately showed him my investment account’s performance curve. Benjamin looked surprised and asked, “Rachel, you have a stock account too?” I nodded and said, “My dad opened this account for me years ago. I’ve been investing my allowance, and I’ve made quite a bit of money now.” In truth, I’d made more than just “quite a bit.” Benjamin stared at my returns, which were dozens of times higher than his, looking thoughtful. I seized the opportunity to make my request: “Uncle Benjamin, could I apply for some of my education funds early? The market is really good right now, but my principal is too small.” Seeing his hesitation, I added, “You can consider it an advance on my living expenses. If I lose any money, I’ll make it up through work-study programs. You won’t suffer any losses.” After hearing this, he smiled and eventually agreed to give me thirty thousand dollars. Looking at the numbers in my account, I began planning. Based on my memories from my previous life, e-commerce and social media would be the booming industries in the future. If I invested now, I’d definitely see substantial profits in a few years. Even without relying on Benjamin later, this money would be enough for me to complete my education in America. After arriving in the US, Benjamin had initially planned for me to attend a local high school with many international students, but I chose a less expensive high school in a neighboring state. This would save on expenses, and Benjamin naturally agreed. For me, the American high school curriculum was very easy. After all, I had already gone through extensive exam preparation in my previous life. I knew that excellent grades alone wouldn’t be enough to get into an Ivy League school. Armed with research knowledge from my previous life, I confidently knocked on the office door of my physics teacher, Melissa Marsh. She was very impressed with my abilities and praised me: “Rachel, you’re the most exceptional high school student I’ve ever met.” Later, she recommended me to her former classmate, a professor currently teaching at Yale University. By the end of the semester, everyone in the high school knew I had the highest GPA and was already involved in a collaborative project with Yale University. The professors held me in high regard. “Rachel, would you like to join us for a vacation in Egypt?” my classmate Jane Hart asked hopefully before summer break. I smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, Jane, but I need to go back to China to visit family.” I wondered how Hannah was doing living with Bella. I didn’t tell anyone in advance about my return to China. After landing and freshening up, I went directly to Bella’s home. As I approached the building, I heard Bella’s mother-in-law, Sarah Pearce, shouting in a shrill voice: “Why isn’t Hannah up yet? The dishes from last night are still piled up—why aren’t they washed?” Then came the sound of someone banging on a door, followed by Hannah’s crying. I frowned. I realized that events were unfolding exactly as they had in my previous life. Sarah was a crude woman from the countryside—ill-tempered, caustic, and extremely stingy. In my previous life, she had been willing to adopt me because I would inherit part of my parents’ estate. Once she got the money, I became a thorn in her side—a “distant relative” still in school who needed financial support. “Sarah, please don’t be angry. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday and forgot to wash the dishes. Hannah has been under a lot of pressure with school lately. Please let her rest a bit longer, and I’ll do the washing,” I overheard Bella explaining in a placating tone as I got closer. Sarah loudly responded, “You two are always ganging up against me, aren’t you?” After saying this, she deliberately sat on the floor, crying and shouting, “You eat my food, live in my house, and now you want to drive me away. Is that fair?” Bella’s family lived in an old walk-up building. By the time I reached their floor, many neighbors had already come out to see what the commotion was about. Since I was an unfamiliar face, a middle-aged man quietly explained the situation to me. Apparently, Hannah not only had to do most of the housework but was also frequently verbally abused by Sarah and Bella’s husband, John. “Sarah makes a scene every time just to force Bella to hand over her money. Ever since they adopted Hannah, there’s been a fight every three or five days, and it all comes down to that small subsidy payment.” I gave a cold smile, realizing their behavior hadn’t changed at all from my previous life.

Just then, I heard Hannah screaming, “I’m not washing the dishes! Why should I wash dishes when I don’t even get to eat?” John rushed out and slapped her twice across the face without mercy. As he was about to deliver a third slap, I caught his hand. He turned to look at me in confusion, noticing how much I resembled Hannah before realizing I was her twin sister. He cursed, “You nosy woman, I’ll hit you too!” He tried to pull his hand away but found he couldn’t break free from my grip. I increased the pressure, and he immediately felt intense pain shooting through his body like an electric current, causing him to cry out loudly. “Rachel?” Bella called out hesitantly when she saw me, then started walking toward me. Meanwhile, Sarah, seeing John in pain, stopped her crying and ran over to try to pry my hand away. I kicked her aside with one foot. At that moment, John tried to retaliate but accidentally hit Bella, who was approaching to mediate. Already pale, she collapsed to the ground unconscious. I quickly knocked down both Sarah and John with kicks, then shouted to Hannah, “Call an ambulance, now!” Sarah angrily said, “What ambulance? Going to the hospital costs too much money. Bella’s just too pampered. She’s so fragile—she should do more housework.” Seeing Hannah’s hesitation, I stopped arguing and directly called emergency services myself. While waiting for the ambulance, Sarah looked at me and said, “You look so much like Hannah. Are you her sister who went to the United States?” I didn’t deny it, and she continued in a forceful tone, “Since we’re relatives, and you’ve beaten me and John like this, we’ll reduce the medical expenses for you—just give us twenty thousand dollars.” I replied, “Medical expenses? Sure, let’s call the police right now.” I continued, “We can calculate exactly how many times you’ve hit Hannah and Aunt Bella over the years, and while we’re at it, we can discuss your child abuse. After all, the neighbors can testify.” I pretended to take out my phone to call the police. The surrounding neighbors began criticizing Sarah’s past behavior. One neighbor said, “Sarah, didn’t you beat Bella until she miscarried before?” Another neighbor added, “Yeah, and just a few days ago, you locked Hannah outside in the cold.” Seeing everyone condemning her, Sarah’s expression changed. She was the type who only dared to lose her temper at home but would lose her nerve when facing formal situations or legal authorities, especially since her mistreatment of Bella and Hannah was undeniable. Seeing the situation, John quickly stepped in to stop me, saying, “Hey, we’re all family here. Let’s not make a big deal out of this.” Seeing them back down, I didn’t say anything more, but I was extremely worried looking at Bella’s colorless face. At the hospital, the doctor examined her and announced that Bella was pregnant. I was shocked. In my previous life, she never got pregnant after adopting me. And shortly after I started college, she divorced John. I wasn’t sure if this child would be a blessing or a curse for Bella. Meanwhile, Bella slowly regained consciousness amid Sarah and John’s laughter. When she heard the news of her pregnancy, her face lit up with joy. Sarah happily said, “Bella, you finally have good news.” Her face was wrinkled with smiles. John chimed in, “You must give birth to a son to continue our family line.” Bella nodded repeatedly, tears seemingly glistening in her eyes. She had insisted on marrying John years ago but had been unable to conceive for many years, making her feel like she had failed him. It was precisely this guilt that allowed Sarah to control her all this time. I walked into the hospital room, interrupting their cheerful family moment. “Aunt Bella, how are you feeling now? Should we call the doctor to check on you again?” Bella turned to look at me, gripping my hand tightly. “Rachel, I’m fine now. Thank you for today.” I smiled and shook my head. Bella looked at Hannah standing beside me and took her hand as well. “Hannah, I’m pregnant now. You’ll have a little cousin soon.” I noticed Hannah forcing a smile, though her eyes remained cold. Sarah saw this and laughed coldly. “I knew she wouldn’t be genuinely happy for us. She doesn’t care about this family at all.” She added smugly, “But Hannah, whether you’re happy or not, from now on, you’ll be responsible for all the housework. We can’t let Bella get too tired, or it might affect the baby’s health. You’d better be careful.” Bella quietly protested, “I’m not that fragile. I can still do housework. Hannah is still young.” John chimed in, “Don’t argue. Mom is right. We can’t risk anything affecting you or the baby. Hannah, we’ve raised you for all these years. Now it’s time for you to repay us.” Seeing the family’s apparent harmony, Hannah lowered her head and remained silent. I called her out of the hospital room and asked, “Hannah, is this the life you fought so hard for?” My words struck a nerve, and she angrily retorted, “Rachel, what gives you the right to mock me?” She looked down at my T-shirt and jeans, smirking. “You’re dressed so poorly. Looks like your life abroad isn’t going so well either.” Hannah hadn’t changed—still the same person who judged by appearances, loved to argue, but lacked capability. I didn’t want to argue with her, only reminding her to take good care of Bella and to call the police immediately if anyone in the family became violent again. Hannah impatiently scoffed, a flash of hostility in her eyes. “Stop pretending to be the good person here. Take care of your own life first.” A few days later, I heard Bella had been discharged. When I visited her home, I expected to face Hannah’s sarcasm again, but surprisingly, she welcomed me with a smile. I chatted with Bella for a long time, noticing her face was still pale, so I prepared to leave. During our conversation, Hannah had been busy cooking in the kitchen. Hearing me open the door, she actually offered to walk me out—a first. Bella looked pleased at this. “You two should chat for a bit. I’ll prepare something for you when you get back, Hannah.” Despite my protests, she smiled and pushed us out the door before heading back to the kitchen. Walking through the old neighborhood with Hannah, neither of us spoke. Suddenly, something felt off. Hannah didn’t just seem to dislike me and not want to talk. She was pale, cold sweat on her forehead, looking extremely nervous and uneasy. I grabbed her hand and demanded, “What have you done?” Her eyes darted away as she stammered, “You’re talking nonsense! I haven’t done anything!” With a growing sense of dread, I pulled her back toward Bella’s house. Hannah struggled desperately, but she was no match for me with my black belt in Taekwondo. When we returned to Bella’s home, we witnessed a shocking scene. Bella lay at the kitchen doorway, the lower half of her body in a pool of blood, her eyes unfocused—she had passed out from pain. We rushed her to the hospital as quickly as possible, but the doctor’s diagnosis was that Bella had already miscarried.

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When my parents decided to divorce, my sister and I had to choose which parent to live with. In my previous life, my sister chose to live with our mother. Despite the hardship and poverty, she became a pottery artist. I chose to follow my father and eventually became a well-known socialite in high society. This time, my sister quickly grabbed our father’s clothes, crying, “Dad, I can’t bear to leave you. I want to go with you!” Her eyes gleamed with mockery as she looked at me. “Julia, go ahead and enjoy your miserable life. Wealth and glory belong to me now!” I just smiled faintly, thinking how naive she was. She didn’t know that I had grown tired of that cautious life where I had to watch my every step. I no longer cared about becoming the so-called premier socialite. ***** When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my parents’ divorce. My mother, Maddison Francis, held out the divorce certificate, looking at my sister Sofia Watson and me with reluctance in her eyes. “We’re divorced now. Julia and Sofia, come with me, and I’ll take good care of you both.” Before I could speak, Sofia had already stepped forward and tightly grabbed our father William Watson’s clothes. “Dad, I can’t bear to part with you. Please take me with you.” Maddison frowned, her face filled with concern. “Sofia, your father is unemployed right now. If you go with him, you might not even have enough to eat. Come with me. You’re my own children, and I’ll always treat you well.” Hearing this, Sofia smirked disdainfully. “So what? Just because Dad doesn’t have a job now doesn’t mean he’ll always be unsuccessful. When he makes money in the future, don’t expect to get any benefits from it.” She then looked up at William with hopeful eyes. “Dad, I believe in you. I’m willing to start from scratch with you. I know we’ll have a good life together!” William’s face lit up with pride as he patted Sofia’s head like he was rewarding her. Maddison sighed helplessly, disappointment evident on her face. I quietly took Maddison’s hand and said obediently, “Mom, I’ll go with you.” In my memory, Maddison had always been good to us. She would cook and do laundry for us, while William rarely came home and never inquired about our lives. Given Sofia’s personality, she should have chosen to go with Maddison without hesitation. As I pondered this, I noticed the mockery in her eyes as she looked at me, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. In that moment, I realized she had been reborn too. After the decision was made, Maddison and William went upstairs to sign the divorce agreement. Sofia glanced at me contemptuously. “Julia, how did it feel to be a socialite? Living a carefree life, being pampered by everyone—wasn’t it nice? Well, too bad. This time it’s my turn to live that life. You can stay in the mud pit with that incompetent mother of yours!” As Sofia happily left hand in hand with William, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. She was celebrating too soon. In my previous life, she had chosen to follow Maddison because she despised William for being unemployed, thinking life would be better that way. However, when Maddison took her to our grandmother Megan’s house in the countryside, she was completely stunned. Megan’s home was extremely remote, nestled deep in the mountains with no neighbors nearby—just their family living there. The living conditions were incredibly primitive: a few wooden posts supporting a grass-covered roof—that was their dwelling. Megan and Maddison made a living by creating pottery. In good months, they might sell a few pieces; in bad months, they struggled to put food on the table. Maddison brought her there to learn pottery from Megan. Sofia would wake up at four every morning, walk ten kilometers through mountain paths to attend the only school, and return home at ten at night, only to practice pottery for another two hours. The word “rest” didn’t exist in her life. Every day, she could only deal with mud—digging it, mixing it, molding it. This reality was completely different from the life she had imagined. She had thought she would become a rich young lady without any worries.

And what she imagined was my life—though in reality, my life was even more luxurious than she had pictured. While she walked mountain paths to school, I sat at my desk waiting for private tutors to come to my home. While she worked in the fields with dirt and soil, I studied nail art, makeup, and hairstyling, eventually opening my own salon. And while she worried about daily expenses, I had already become a top fashion designer. Many people said that Sofia ruined her life by following Maddison, who was born in the countryside. Meanwhile, I chose William and lived a life of wealth. Even Thomas Powell, the rich young man Sofia had secretly loved for years, was just one of many ordinary suitors pursuing me. She hated me for this. She believed I had stolen what should have been hers—the wealth, the status, and the man she loved. She also hated Maddison, unable to understand why Maddison had taken her instead of me. In her rage, she smashed all of Megan’s pottery. One night, she set fire to Megan’s thatched cottage. Maddison and Megan, who had been sound asleep, suffered severe burns and were rushed to the hospital. After doing all this, she happily planned to seek out William, but before she could even meet him, his servants threw her out onto the street, mistaking her for a beggar. As fate would have it, I was shopping with Thomas that day when we ran into her on the street. Blinded by jealousy, she completely lost her mind. She charged at me frantically, shoving me toward the busy road. Just as a vehicle was about to hit me, I grabbed her hand with all my strength. In the end, we both died, only to return to that moment when we had to make our life choices. This time, she didn’t hesitate to choose William—who currently had nothing but would eventually become the greatest philanthropist in the business world. I thought, “Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to let her experience my life firsthand.” ***** After a bus journey that lasted over ten hours, Maddison finally brought me to Megan’s home. Standing at a distance, I saw Megan sitting on a small stool, skillfully working with clay on a pottery wheel. Maddison spoke up, “Mom, we’re here.” Megan merely glanced at us before continuing her work. “Good. Wash your hands and let’s get started,” she said. Without even the most basic pleasantries, she instructed us to begin learning pottery. I followed her directions, washed my hands, and sat beside her, carefully observing her every movement. Kneading, rolling, pinching, squeezing, pressing—in no time, an ordinary lump of clay transformed into a vase in her hands. When she finished, Megan turned to me and asked, “Are you sure you want to learn these crafts from me?” Looking into her eyes, I nodded firmly. “Alright,” she said. “Starting today, you’ll stay here and learn pottery from me, with no time off. If you find it too difficult, you can leave now.” “I’ll study hard,” I replied. No matter what happened, I didn’t want to return to William. Those memories felt like a nightmare I never wanted to experience again. Wearing cheap clothes and straw sandals that Megan had woven, I walked twelve miles of mountain roads to school every day. While studying, I used every spare moment to complete my homework, and when I returned home, I learned pottery at Megan’s side. On rainy days, I would lie on my wooden bed, watching water drip through the cracks in the thatched roof onto the floor, finding even this amusing. On weekends when I had time, I would browse through Megan’s study notes in her room. Despite this intense pace of learning and living, I didn’t feel exhausted. Instead, I felt I had more time to discover the beauty in life and appreciate its simple pleasures. This peaceful existence continued for several months, until the arrival of those two people disrupted everything.

That day, I had just returned home from school when I saw William and Sofia getting out of a custom vehicle. They were covering their noses, their faces clearly showing disgust. William said, “What kind of living environment is this? If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a pig farm.” Sofia replied, “I don’t want to stay in a place like this for even a second. These shoes are custom-made, and this is absolutely not a place where I can linger.” William wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his hair neatly combed back, with an expensive watch on his wrist. He looked every bit the successful businessman. Sofia was dressed in a custom outfit, impeccably styled from head to toe. Looking at me, she said, “Isn’t this Julia? It’s only been a few months since we last met, how did you end up looking like this?” She looked me up and down, her eyes clearly showing disapproval. “Julia, what are these clothes you’re wearing? You look so sloppy.” William said, “See? Without me, you and your mother can’t do anything right.” His tone was full of superiority, as if in their eyes, I was completely worthless. I smiled slightly without explaining anything. How they thought of me was irrelevant; I was content with my current peaceful and fulfilling life. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sofia’s fingers. Despite her decorated nails and elaborate manicure, I immediately recognized that the spaces between her nails had been pricked with needles. I had experienced the same thing. In my previous life, after leaving with William, I discovered he was only using me as a money-making tool. He locked me in an iron cage in the basement, forcing me to read ten books every day, with people specifically assigned to question me afterward. If I couldn’t answer or failed to complete his assigned tasks, he would whip me, stick needles between my nails, pour salt on my wounds, let insects bite my injuries, and lock me in a cage without food or water. Even when I fainted from hunger, he never cared. Beyond that, he strictly controlled every aspect of my life. My existence was in his hands; with the slightest pressure, I could lose my life. According to his requirements, I could only take three bites of any dish, had to show exactly six teeth when smiling, and my smile had to be proper and graceful. At 170 cm tall, I had to maintain a weight of 45 kg, and my nails couldn’t exceed 3 cm in length. Even the frequency of waving when greeting someone, the length of my steps when walking, the angle of my arm movements, and even my breathing rate while sleeping—all were under his surveillance. Any slight deviation would result in extremely cruel punishment. The pain still makes me feel suffocated whenever I think about it. I was certain Sofia was experiencing the same things now. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held her phone, unable to grip it firmly due to the pain between her nails. She wore elaborate clothes that covered her body completely, without an inch of exposed skin. Her face was covered with thick foundation, but red streaks were still visible if you looked closely. The so-called “high society socialite” only appeared glamorous on the surface, while behind the scenes, she lived a life like hell. Thinking about this, my gaze toward her unconsciously filled with sympathy. Sofia said, “Dad, weren’t you supposed to discuss something with Grandma and the others today? Why don’t you go in first? I want to chat with Julia for a bit.” After William left, Sofia walked over and slapped me across the face. I was momentarily stunned by the blow.

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After we made love, my boyfriend Eddie Hunt solemnly told me he had AIDS. I, Annie Foster, furious and panicked, prepared to drag him to the hospital, but we got into a car accident on the way, and I lost both my legs. Eddie then brought his new flame Gina Morrison to my hospital bed and mocked me cruelly. “Actually, I was never sick. It was just a test. Someone as selfish as you can spend the rest of your miserable life in this bed.” Because of his flippant little test, my entire life was ruined. After being reborn, I beat him to the punch before he could test me and calmly said, “You mean AIDS? Don’t worry, I’ve had it for five years already.” ***** Eddie said, “Actually, I don’t have AIDS. When I told you I was sick, it was just a test. Unfortunately, you failed my love test and proved you’re not the one to spend the rest of my life with. Gina is my true love. Someone as selfish as you can spend the rest of your miserable life in this bed.” After dropping this bombshell, Eddie pulled the timid-looking Gina toward the door. Gina shook her head, signaling him to leave first. Once only she and I remained in the hospital room, Gina leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You fool, I was the one who suggested this test, so I could keep him by my side forever. You deserve to be crippled since you never appreciated Eddie anyway.” Standing up straight, she called out sweetly, “Eddie, wait for me!” Then she ran after him. Their sweet conversation drifted back into the hospital room, reaching the ears of this disabled woman. Eddie said, “What did you have to talk to her about? She stinks all over. I don’t know why she doesn’t get someone to help clean herself up.” “Eddie, Annie is already so pitiful. I won’t let you talk about her like that,” Gina said. Eddie replied, “You’re just too innocent and kind-hearted. That’s why you’re blinded by such a vicious woman.” Gina said, “Then you can protect me for the rest of our lives.” Lying in my hospital bed, I shed tears of regret. Eddie had already borrowed all my savings from years of work. He wanted a partner who wasn’t materialistic, who would stand by him through thick and thin, but this scheming man didn’t deserve someone who truly cared for him. After hearing their conversation, I dragged my disabled body to the thirteenth floor and jumped, leaving this cruel world behind. But heaven took pity on me and allowed me to be reborn to the day before Eddie’s test. “Annie, there’s something important I need to tell you,” Eddie looked at me with a serious expression. I said, “I have something important to tell you too. Actually, I’ve been HIV positive for five years.” His face froze instantly, his voice trembling slightly, “You… you’re joking, right?” I shook my head and opened the drawer beside the bed, taking out medication and related diagnostic documents. In reality, I wasn’t sick at all. I just wanted to see how this man, who loved testing others’ sincerity in my previous life, would react. People don’t realize how excessive certain actions are until they’re personally hurt by them. He grabbed those items with a grim face, but after seeing what they were, he asked very unpleasantly, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Do you know this is illegal? I could sue you for intentionally spreading a serious disease.” Eddie cursed loudly, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly walked toward the door. I knew he was going to find post-exposure prophylaxis medication. So he knew how to be afraid after all. I grabbed his hand and said, “It’s useless. The nearest HIV prevention center is almost 18.6 miles away. After coming upstairs, I specifically drained the gas from your car. Didn’t you say you loved me and would die with me?” Eddie said, “If you want to die, die alone. I intend to live just fine.” “So what were you going to tell me just now?” I asked. “I was going to say if you’re sick, go see a doctor early.” The usually refined Eddie cursed and slammed the door shut. From the window, I watched him try to flag down passing cars, failing repeatedly and cursing angrily each time. He kept begging drivers with clasped hands, even offering them large sums of money. The intense desire to survive made Eddie’s face twitch, looking particularly ugly and ridiculous, no different from my state when I left in my previous life. Unfortunately, in my previous life, I was in a car accident that broke my legs, while he wasn’t.

In my previous life, I was in love with Eddie. After one of our intimate encounters, he told me he was HIV positive. I said, “Stop joking around. How is that possible?” Eddie replied, “I’m not joking. I’m telling you the truth. If you don’t believe me, wait 24 hours and then go to the hospital for a test.” Looking at his serious expression, I became terrified. I had just graduated from college, my promising life had barely begun, and my parents in the countryside were counting on me. I couldn’t take that risk. I begged him to drive me to the hospital, but he just looked down at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. With no other choice, I stumbled out of bed and ran to the middle of the road, pleading with passing vehicles for help. But the fog was too thick that day, and I was struck by a speeding car. The heavy vehicle crushed both my legs. I didn’t even have time to feel the pain before losing them. Before I could even take comfort in getting PEP medication in time, Eddie appeared at my bedside with young, vivacious Gina, telling me he was just an heir to a wealthy family seeking true love. He didn’t have HIV—that night was merely a test. Unfortunately, I had failed. Eddie claimed this proved that people from the lower class were incapable of pure, unblemished love, and that he needed to return to the world where he truly belonged. Overwhelmed by one shocking revelation after another, I numbly asked him to return my savings, at least so I could pay my medical bills. He sneered, “You’re such a despicable, lowly woman. Even at a time like this, you’re still trying to squeeze money from men. “I won’t give you that money. Consider it compensation for my emotional distress. “Also, I’ve already told your parents about your situation. Prepare yourself for their lecture.” Later, I received a call from the police in my hometown. They told me that my mother had died of a heart attack brought on by anger, and my father had died in a car accident while rushing her to the hospital. Overnight, I lost my family and my legs—all because of a rich kid’s joke. When I discovered I had been reborn, I immediately forged documents showing I was HIV positive. Since Eddie enjoyed playing jokes, I’d play along until the end. I just hoped he could handle it. When I arrived at the disease control center, Eddie was frantically wiping himself with disinfectant wipes, cursing me under his breath. Gina stood beside him, her eyes red. When she saw me, she lashed out, “You shameless bitch! How dare you show your face here?” I replied, “Eddie is my boyfriend. Why shouldn’t I be here?” Gina said, “If you weren’t so filthy, Eddie wouldn’t have caught that disease! If I were a woman like you, I’d have killed myself already.” I turned to Eddie and asked, “Is that how you really feel?” Eddie replied bitterly, “Yes, I must have been blind to fall for a woman like you.” I shook my head with a feigned sigh and said, “I thought I’d found the man who understood me best in this lifetime. You’ve really disappointed me. What I told you last night was just a test. I never expected that because of a minor illness, you’d abandon me so quickly.” He asked, “You… you were testing me?” “Of course. I was simply looking for someone who would stand by me through hardship,” I said. Seeing the medical report I handed him, Eddie froze. Gina stomped her foot in anger. “Eddie, she’s lying to you! Don’t fall for it!”

“I knew it. You’re the one who truly understands me.” Eddie squeezed my hand tightly, too emotional for words. I didn’t miss how Gina, standing behind him, angrily tore up her medical certificate and glared at me with intense hatred. That evening, I made an excuse to go out and buy some necessities for Gina, but actually checked the surveillance cameras I had installed after my rebirth. “Annie actually passed both of my tests,” Eddie said. Through the monitor, I clearly saw Gina’s face contort for a moment. A moment later, she resumed her cute, charming demeanor. “Eddie, are you going to marry Annie now?” “No, this only proves Annie is quite clever. No matter, I’ve already thought of another plan,” he replied. In my previous life, I only learned the truth after my death. Eddie came from a wealthy family. After witnessing his father’s affair and his mother’s suicide by jumping off a building when he was young, he vowed never to believe in true love again. He used his status to deceive many naive young women in the name of true love. He manipulated wealthy, innocent girls into breaking ties with their parents and lured girls from poor families into taking out numerous loans, claiming he needed to test their sincerity. When he grew bored, he would assign impossible tasks to get rid of them. There was once a girl who became so debt-ridden because of him that she resorted to becoming an adult streamer on the dark web to make money. When he found out, he blackmailed her into spending several nights with him, then posted her videos and photos online, claiming he wanted other men to see her true nature. Gina had been his little follower for many years, helping him commit countless despicable acts. Yet somehow, these two terrible people managed to have a happy ending. Unfortunately, my power alone was too weak to change anything. Before falling asleep, Eddie pulled me into his arms and said softly, “Annie, let’s break up.” In the darkness, my voice sounded panicked, though my face remained calm. “Did I do something wrong? Tell me and I’ll fix it. Please, can we not break up?” His tone lifted, carrying a hint of smugness. “Actually, I don’t want to break up with you either. But my company is having cash flow problems, and I don’t want to drag you down. I love you and only want to give you the best life possible.” His voice was tender and affectionate; anyone unaware of the truth would think he loved me deeply. “Silly, we’re a couple, we’re one unit. How much money do you need? Let me see if I can cover your financial gap,” I said. “God, I love you so much.” Eddie hugged me tightly and said, “It’s not that much, just about a million dollars. Don’t worry, once things turn around, I’ll pay you back with interest.” Hearing him ask for so much money right away, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly inside. A million dollars might be more than what a family could earn in a lifetime, but it happens to be about the maximum amount an adult could borrow through high-interest loans. A few days later, I smiled as I placed a bank card in his hand. “There’s two million dollars in here. That should be enough for your company’s cash flow, right?” “You’re so silly, really. For the rest of our lives, I’ll never let you down.” Eddie hugged me, appearing moved, but I clearly saw a flash of contempt in his eyes. What I didn’t expect was that his next test would target my organs. When Eddie called, he sounded extremely anxious on the phone. “Annie, my dad has a terminal illness. What should I do now?” I said, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll come to the hospital right away.” When I arrived at the hospital, I learned that Eddie’s father, Kendrick Hunt, was suffering from acute kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant to survive. But the hospital had no matching kidneys for him. Eddie’s eyes instantly reddened as he collapsed into my arms, devastated. “My dad is the only family I have left. If he dies, I can’t go on living.” Gina stood nearby, crying, “Eddie, Kendrick has always been good to me. I’m willing to give him my kidney.” “You’re not my family. How could I ask you to make such a huge sacrifice?” Eddie held my medical report in his hands, staring directly at me. “Annie, I’ve checked with the doctors. Your kidney is compatible with my father’s. Are you willing?” I was shocked by his shamelessness.

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I, Sally Bloom, got cancer. When I was dying, my brother Rico Bloom was taking care of Elena Fisher, who had a cold. Days later, the whole family learned of my death. I thought they would be happy, after all, they often said, “Sally better die out there.” But what I didn’t expect was that Rico went crazy first. ***** Thunder rumbled outside the window. I struggled to look out, seeing that rain was coming. I lowered my gaze to this body, ravaged by cancer, feeling a wave of despair. It seemed I wouldn’t live to see Rico again. Realizing this, my last bit of desire to live faded away with those unanswered phone calls. I finally died on a rainy day, and my soul, weighed down by unresolved matters, drifted back home. At that moment, Rico was attentively caring for another girl who was his sister in name only. Elena had been caught in the rain and seemed to have caught a cold. She lay weakly in bed, looking pitifully at Rico. Seeing her like this, Rico’s eyes softened with tenderness as he gently coaxed her to sit up and take some medicine. After taking the medicine, Elena fell asleep. Rico sat by the bed, staring out at the pouring rain. Perhaps he thought of someone, as his expression darkened. My soul drifted closer, wanting to smooth his furrowed brow, but he gritted his teeth and spat out my name, startling me. I stared at him in shock. Unaware of my presence, he opened his phone, the screen showing more than a dozen missed calls from me. He glanced at it once, then turned away in disgust and shut off the screen. “I’ve told her so many times to come home early, but she never listens. Now what does she want, calling in the middle of the night?” Rico sighed deeply. “Sally, you’d be better off dead somewhere out there.” My heart jolted, a bitter ache spreading through me. Rico’s hatred for me had grown this deep. I floated in front of him, forcing a smile. “Rico, your wish came true. I’m gone now. When you hear the news, you’ll be happy, won’t you? That sister you despise is finally dead.” Rico still seemed uneasy. He clutched his phone tightly, lost in thought. Just as he stood up, Elena gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, looking up at him innocently. “Are you going to look for Sally, Rico?” When Rico didn’t respond, Elena smiled weakly. “It’s okay, you should go. It’s late and she’s not home yet—she might be in danger. I just have a little cold, I’ll be fine.” Rico sat back down and lit a cigarette. “What danger could she be in? Even if she is in trouble, it’s her own fault. She has no one to blame but herself.” I stared at Rico’s face for a long time. He was still the Rico I knew, yet he felt so foreign to me now. I shouldn’t have hoped for his concern. I knew better than anyone why Rico hated me—because I supposedly killed Mustard, the dog we grew up with. But I didn’t kill Mustard. Mustard was a puppy given to Rico by a neighbor. Rico watched him grow up. At first, when he just arrived, I quite liked him, but I never expected he would defecate in my room every day. Although Rico eventually cleaned my room, I still felt disgusted, and from then on, I couldn’t stand the dog. Later, my parents brought home a girl they’d found outside, saying they wanted to give me a sister. I objected, argued with my parents, had a huge fight with Rico, and ran away. When I returned home and opened the door, I found Mustard’s brutally murdered body. He lay silently in a pool of blood, lifeless, with the knife Rico had given me for my coming-of-age birthday still stuck in his belly. I was paralyzed with shock, standing there frozen until Rico pushed open the door, which finally snapped me back to reality.

Rico looked at me in disbelief and asked, “Why? Just because we didn’t go along with what you wanted, you killed it out of spite?” As soon as Rico finished speaking, my chest heaved violently with anger. He knew me better than anyone, yet he questioned me like this. My eyes reddened shamefully as I pointed at the dead body on the ground and shouted, “That’s right! I killed it! I’ve hated it for a long time, and it deserved to die! Because it was yours, because you argued with me! I killed it just to get back at you!” ***** A few days after Mustard’s death, Elena arrived. Elena had a gentle nature, spoke softly, and had an innocent face that quickly won the hearts of my parents and Rico. But I felt like I’d seen this new sister somewhere before. I thought her arrival would just mean one more person in the house, but what I didn’t expect was that the scales of love were gradually tipping in her favor. Despite my efforts to improve my grades at school, my mother, Daisy Bloom, seemed to no longer see me. When I brought my report card to her, she merely glanced at it before continuing her conversation with her sweet daughter Elena. My father, Kevin Bloom, was the same. After looking at my grades, he said nothing, only gesturing for me to help teach Elena. I lowered my eyes, feeling empty inside. I was no longer my parents’ beloved little baby. Their favorite little darling now was Elena. I didn’t understand why even parents could change their hearts so quickly. I wore a blue dress I had treasured for a long time, hoping Rico and my parents would notice the daughter they had long ignored. But Rico just slightly furrowed his brow and demanded, “Why are you wearing Elena’s dress?” With those words, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. I pressed my lips together, my eyes instantly reddening, and said resentfully, “This is clearly my own dress. How did it become hers?” Rico’s frown deepened. “I know this isn’t your dress. You don’t even have this in your closet.” Hearing Rico’s words, Daisy immediately approached me with a dark expression and began pulling at my blue dress while scolding, “Don’t you have your own clothes to wear? Why are you stealing your sister’s clothes?” I cried from frustration while struggling desperately. “This was mine to begin with, it’s my own dress. If you don’t believe me, ask her!” Elena, who had been hiding behind Rico, finally said, “Mom, this is indeed Sally’s dress. I’m sorry, I thought it was so pretty that I couldn’t resist secretly wearing it once.” I insisted firmly, “Did you hear that? This is my dress, and she’s the one who stole it!” Kevin snapped irritably, “Enough! It’s just a dress, you don’t need to make such a big deal out of it!” Then, looking at Elena with loving eyes, he said, “I’ll buy you an even prettier one later.” Elena flashed me a sly smile, while sweetly saying, “Thank you, Dad.” I stared at everything in shock, feeling heartbroken. Since Elena’s arrival, it seemed like she had stolen all my luck. I couldn’t win against Elena in anything, couldn’t compete with her for anything. My reminiscing ended. Elena, pretending to be in pain while feigning generosity, was trying to persuade Rico, “Rico, maybe you should go check on her.” “Even though Sally usually comes home this late, even though she often goes to hotels, even though she often hangs out with those troublemakers. But still, she called you so many times. What if she really needs you for something?” she continued. Momentary irritation flashed in Rico’s eyes, but he ultimately suppressed it. He said, “She killed Mustard, and she constantly bullies you and slanders you, yet you still speak up for her. If you ask me, it would be better if someone like that died out there.” He was right. I did die out there, and quite miserably at that. Rico said, “Alright, you go to sleep now. Let’s not talk about that mood killer anymore.” After Elena fell asleep, Rico quietly turned off the light and returned to his own room. He sat on the edge of his bed and lit another cigarette. The smoke swirled around his face, making it difficult for me to see his expression clearly. After a long while, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. The screen remained on the dialing page.

He was about to call me, but something stopped him. His finger hovered in midair, reluctant to make contact. Rico laughed mockingly at my name on his phone screen, muttering to himself, “You drove Elena to attempt suicide last time. How dare you call me now?” Rico’s mind drifted back to when Elena jumped into the river. In high school, Elena had transferred to my school with her parents’ support. Her first act at school was to corner me with boys who had previously pursued me, announcing, “Today, she’s all yours.” That night, I endured unprecedented humiliation, even contemplating suicide. For the first time in my life, I truly hated someone. I couldn’t understand why she targeted me. She already had the love of her parents and Rico, yet she still treated me this way. After hastily getting dressed, I rushed to Elena’s classroom, lunged at her, and we started fighting. When Daisy and Kevin were called to school, I expected them to comfort me and kick Elena out of the house. Instead, Elena claimed in front of everyone that she had attempted to drown herself because she couldn’t bear my bullying. Of course, she didn’t die—Rico saved her. In an instant, everything flipped. No one listened to my explanation or my side of the story. They all condemned me for bullying my sister to the point of attempting suicide. Daisy immediately started berating me. Kevin slapped me so hard I stumbled, splitting my lip. Rico looked utterly disappointed, refusing to even look at me, just apologetically embracing Elena. I, a child with living parents, was treated like an orphan, while Elena, who had no real family, was loved by everyone. Later, just after starting college, I was diagnosed with cancer. I stared at the critical condition notice for a long time, feeling both heartbroken and somehow relieved. I had nothing left to lose anyway, so I decided to drop out of college and spend whatever time I had left doing things I wanted to do. Just then, Travis Gray called, asking me to pick him up. Pushing aside my grief, I immediately took a taxi to the bar and pulled him out. By then, he was completely drunk, leaning heavily against me. “Sally, have you fallen this low? You’re actually Travis’s girlfriend now? Don’t you know he’s just a good-looking playboy who’s worthless? He’s had at least a hundred girlfriends!” I looked in disbelief at the person speaking. I never would have dreamed of running into Rico at a bar. He always hated such places. I glanced at Elena in Rico’s arms—of course, she was the reason he was there. With a self-mocking smile, I tried to explain, “Rico, you’ve got it wrong…” He cut me off: “Shut up and get your ass home now!” Elena broke free from Rico’s embrace, approached Travis, and said in a voice only the three of us could hear, “Sally has always been promiscuous, sleeping with several men…” Before she could finish, my fist connected with her face. “What the hell are you doing?” Rico roared, rushing over to grab my hair and slam me to the ground so quickly that even Travis couldn’t react. My scalp burned with pain. Since my cancer diagnosis, I’d already been losing hair, and now Rico had yanked out even more. “Why?” I asked, fighting back tears. Rico’s face contorted with rage. “Because you’re worthless and shameless! You deserve this! Bullies deserve to die.” I looked at Rico and laughed hysterically, tears streaming down my face. “Yes, bullies deserve to die.” The commotion sobered Travis completely. His face darkened with anger. “Sally, I can have them arrested right now. How would you like them to suffer?” Rico and Elena looked frightened at Travis’s words, knowing he had the power to make it happen. I shook my head. “No, let it go…” Suddenly, I coughed up blood, my face turning deathly pale. My condition was worsening. “Stop pretending! Sally, you’re using these pathetic tactics to make us feel sorry for you. You disgust me!” Rico spat. I thought to myself, “It’s not like that, Rico. Please believe me. Do you really hate me that much?” In the end, I fulfilled his wish and left you for good. I had been missing for five days. I thought my parents would be the first to learn of my death, but it was Elena.

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On Valentine’s Day, my husband Noah Wilson, a seasoned explorer, invited me to climb Mount Everest, but I unexpectedly fainted during the ascent. When I regained consciousness, I learned that Noah had stayed on the snowy mountain forever to save me. I wanted to search for him, but was stopped by a group of debt collectors. As it turned out, Noah’s company had accumulated massive debt due to poor management. I sold all my personal belongings and worked tirelessly to pay off the debt. Just as I was dumping slop at a high-end restaurant, I saw Noah—who was supposed to be dead—enjoying steak and wine with his ex-girlfriend Amber Roberts! I furiously confronted him, but he kicked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I had just regained consciousness. In this life, I decided to make sure Noah really dies on that snowy mountain! ***** A stinging slap across my face forced me to take a deep breath from the pain. “Jinx! You’re the one who killed my son!” Noah’s mother, Kelly Simmons, screamed at the top of her lungs. The hatred in her eyes nearly consumed me. “You bitch, it must have been you who insisted Noah take you climbing Mount Everest, which ultimately cost him his life trying to save you!” I lay helplessly on the hospital bed, my entire body wracked with pain. Amber stood beside Kelly, pretending to comfort her, “Kelly, please don’t be upset. Noah wouldn’t want to see you so heartbroken in heaven. I never thought Grace would become so jealous just because Noah took me climbing Mount Everest once.” Amber was Noah’s ex-girlfriend. I had no idea why she was here now. “I knew it was her jealousy that killed my son. I could kill her myself!” Kelly was still furious, making another move to hit me. I struggled to open my eyes, watching the scene unfold before me with shock. I thought, “I’ve been reborn? I’ve actually been reborn!” In my previous life, it was Noah who insisted on climbing Mount Everest to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He said he was a professional explorer and would protect me, and I believed him. But I suddenly fainted during the climb. When I woke up, I was told Noah had died saving me. Kelly called me a jinx. Amber also pretended to comfort me while implying, “If it weren’t for you, Noah would still be alive.” Devastated, I wanted to search for Noah on the mountain, but debt collectors blocked me at the hospital entrance. Only then did I learn that due to his poor management, his company had accumulated enormous debt. Kelly blamed me for Noah’s death, inherited all his assets, but left me with all his debts. Consumed by guilt, I sold all my personal belongings and worked desperately to pay off the debt. But while dumping slop at a high-end restaurant, I discovered Noah—who should have been dead—enjoying dinner with Amber! “Noah! What’s going on? Weren’t you dead?” I rushed forward to confront him. But Noah, with one arm around Amber and a wine glass in his other hand, calmly said, “Bitch, don’t curse me!” I lost my mind and tried to hit them. But Noah kicked me to death without hesitation. As I was dying, he revealed the whole truth. He had faked his death so I would pay off his company’s debts while he enjoyed life with his mistress. In the end, Noah dumped my body in the slop bucket I had brought. I deeply regretted not discovering everything sooner. In this life, I’m determined to make sure Noah really dies on that snowy mountain!

I suddenly snapped back to reality. Kelly’s sharp curses were still continuing. I grabbed the bed rail, struggling to get up. “I need to find Noah! I need to find him! I don’t believe any of this! I have to see him with my own eyes!” I screamed, desperately trying to get out of bed. “What are you doing? Stop being crazy!” Kelly was startled by my sudden movement, shrieking before immediately trying to stop me. “I’m going to the mountain. I need to find Noah. No matter what, I have to see him one last time!” I said firmly, my eyes filled with determination and grief. “Stop the act! My son is dead. Putting on this devoted wife routine won’t help now. Don’t move!” Kelly reached out to pull me back, but I pushed her away. “Grace, please calm down. Noah is already…” Amber also stepped forward to dissuade me. I cut her off, “I don’t need your interference! Noah is my husband. I must find him! I want to rest eternally with him on that snowy mountain!” I deliberately displayed overwhelming grief, while inwardly smirking. Of course they wouldn’t let me go, because they all knew Noah wasn’t actually on the mountain at all. Kelly was angered by my attitude. “Cut it out. Going there now won’t help anything. Noah gave his life to save you. I won’t let you throw that away!” “Yes, Grace. You can’t let Noah’s sacrifice be in vain!” Amber chimed in, unable to meet my eyes. “No! I’m going now! You can’t watch me every minute of every day. You can’t stop me! I must see my beloved Noah.” My determination was unwavering. By now, the other patients in the ward had been moved by my resolute attitude. “How touching. I’m sure she didn’t intentionally cause Noah’s death.” “Exactly. They must have been deeply in love. Such a tragedy.” “Stop holding her back!” Tears were streaming down my face. Listening to everyone’s comments, I found it all ironically amusing. “You…” Kelly wanted to say more, but I firmly interrupted her. “Enough! Why are you trying so hard to stop me? Is there something you’re hiding?” I asked, pretending to be casual. “Nonsense! Of course not,” Kelly hastily explained. “My mind is made up. No one can stop me!” I gave them a cold glance and staggered toward the door. Kelly still didn’t want to give up, but she couldn’t excessively restrain me anymore. Amber seemed somewhat flustered. After a moment, she regained her composure and came forward to support me. “If Grace is determined to go to the mountain to see Noah one last time, let’s grant her wish. I’ll accompany Grace!” Amber deliberately instructed Kelly, “The mountain is dangerous. Perhaps you should contact professionals to prepare and assist us?” Her words reminded Kelly, who quickly agreed. I knew they would certainly arrange for Noah to prepare in advance and put on a show for me. Their decision played right into my hands!

We had just left the hospital, and Amber was still trying to dissuade me. “Grace, are you sure about this? Mount Everest is extremely dangerous. If something happens to you, Noah—who sacrificed himself for you—would be heartbroken!” “Are you scared?” I stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. “Noah always told me he considered you his best friend. Now that he’s gone, don’t you want to bring him back for a proper burial?” Amber nervously explained, “Of course I do! But Noah was an explorer, and leaving himself on the snowy mountain was his final wish. As his loved ones, I think we should respect his choice!” “I’m his closest family! I know better than you what should be done!” I challenged her irritably. “Of course I’ll respect his final wishes, but don’t I deserve to see him one last time before that?” “Grace, don’t misunderstand. I’m just worried about you,” Amber hurriedly explained. “You’ve barely recovered from danger, and now you’re rushing to climb a mountain. What if—” “There is no ‘what if’!” I cut her off. “Noah saved me. I’d gladly die alongside him if it comes to that!” My tone was resolute and unyielding, leaving Amber silent. Throughout our journey, Amber kept trying to indirectly convince me to abandon my search for Noah on the mountain. One moment she’d mention the long journey ahead, the next she’d talk about the terrible weather—basically trying everything to stop me. I ignored her. By the time we reached the base of Mount Everest, heavy snow was falling from the sky. “Grace, look how heavily it’s snowing. It’s really dangerous. Let’s wait a bit longer. No need to rush!” Amber glanced at her phone before anxiously trying to stop me. I knew she must have received instructions from Kelly, deliberately trying to delay our ascent. But instead of exposing her intentions, I agreed. Because I knew they needed time to prepare their little performance. We found a place to rest. After a while, I suddenly spotted a group of people at another climbing entrance in the distance, hurriedly ascending the mountain despite the dangerous blizzard. Though far away, I immediately recognized Noah among them, and felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and hatred. I thought, “Noah, I never imagined you’d go this far just to deceive me!” I clenched my fists, my heart filled with nothing but hatred! Amber, seemingly receiving new instructions, deliberately started chatting with me to distract my attention. I pretended to know nothing and played along, though inside I grew even angrier. After a while, the snow stopped. Suddenly, Amber’s phone rang. After answering, she composed herself and said, “Grace, Kelly says she’s found some of Noah’s former expedition teammates to accompany us up the mountain. They’ll be here soon!” I knew the actors were ready to make their appearance. Soon Kelly and Noah’s former expedition teammates arrived. They all expressed deep sorrow over Noah’s fate and promised to help me find him. Watching their performance, I realized Noah’s teammates probably didn’t know the truth. Perfect—they could be my witnesses! Just as we were about to depart, Kelly tried to back out. “You go see Noah and come back down quickly. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t go up!” But I wasn’t about to let Kelly off the hook. I still wanted her to witness Noah “dying” on the mountain, so I persuaded her, “Kelly! You loved Noah so much, don’t you want to see him one last time?” Noah’s expedition teammates also encouraged her, “Kelly, don’t worry. We’re professionals—we’ll ensure your safety!” Kelly had no choice but to join us on the climb. After several hours of effort, we finally found Noah lying at the edge of a snowy cliff. “Noah! I’m so sorry! I’ve missed you so much!” Upon seeing Noah lying at the edge of the snowy cliff, I let out a heart-wrenching cry and immediately rushed toward him.

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My boyfriend loves me deeply. We got together in April. To commemorate this month, he changed all his social media usernames to “April,” and even named our puppy April. On our fourth anniversary, he proposed to me. But before our wedding, I met his ex-girlfriend who had just returned from abroad. She told me her name was Avril. Avril and April sound remarkably similar. That’s when I realized I might have been just a replacement from the beginning. While crying and saying I wanted to leave, I thought to myself, “Finally scared me enough. Avril, you’ve finally returned. I’ve made enough money now. If you hadn’t shown up, was I really going to marry him?” ***** Today is our pre-wedding party. I’m leaning against my boyfriend Arthur Wood’s chest when a surprise guest confidently raises her glass and says, “Hello everyone. I just returned from abroad yesterday specifically to attend Arthur’s wedding. Though we haven’t seen each other in four years, we grew up together, so I hope no one minds my sudden appearance?” The atmosphere instantly becomes awkward as everyone’s expressions change. I realize this woman must be someone significant. But Arthur’s friend Mark Mcgowan quickly breaks the tension. Mark says, “You’re finally back. Come sit down and join us for dinner. Chloe is here too.” Hearing this, she obediently sits at the farthest spot from us. However, I notice her eyes reddening when she looks at Arthur. My intuition tells me to observe her carefully. She asks, “When is Arthur’s wedding scheduled?” The question sounds casual, but strangely, no one answers. Everyone just focuses on their food and drinks. Finally, Arthur speaks up, “The wedding is in three days.” After saying this, Arthur turns and kisses the corner of my mouth. His behavior seems normal, which reassures me somewhat. She suddenly bursts into loud laughter, tears streaming from her eyes. She stands up, pours herself a drink, and says, “Arthur, congratulations on your marriage. I wish you both happiness, love, and children soon.” With each blessing, she downs another glass. She drinks so quickly that friends trying to stop her fail. Arthur continues holding me, motionless. But his grip is so tight I almost cry out in pain. The more she drinks, the worse Arthur’s expression becomes. Despite this, Arthur doesn’t make any move. She’s wearing a white dress. Her body looks fragile, swaying unsteadily beneath the fabric, having lost her initial composure. Crying, with tears falling like broken pearls, she speaks in a heartbreaking way. “Arthur, you’re getting married, but the bride isn’t me.” After these words, the air grows heavy. She promptly faints, and Mark rushes to support her, saying anxiously, “Chloe, she’s drunk and saying things she shouldn’t. Don’t take it to heart. You all continue, I’ll take her home.” Watching her leave, I cautiously ask Arthur beside me, “Arthur, what’s her name? I feel like she resembles me somewhat.” Indeed, there is a slight resemblance between us. This similarity has always made me worry she might suddenly appear. Though she was only present for a few minutes, she already caused Arthur’s demeanor to change dramatically. It’s worth noting that Arthur managed to take over the family business in just a few years because he’s always been good at hiding his emotions. His obvious change in expression and unconsciously hurting me with his grip already shows he’s losing control. Arthur’s expression becomes frightening, as if angry that I asked this question. After a moment, he calms down and answers, “She’s someone I used to know. You don’t need to worry about her name.” The party hasn’t ended yet when Arthur says he has an urgent matter at his company and must leave. Watching him hurry away, I fall into deep thought. A sense of unease suddenly fills my heart.

Arthur wasn’t there, and I had no interest in staying at the party any longer. I called my friend Lara Murphy and told her about the encounter with the strange woman, feeling uneasy. Lara comforted me from the other end of the line: “Don’t overthink it. Everyone knows Arthur loves you deeply. He even uses your anniversary date as his username on all social media accounts. You’re probably just experiencing pre-wedding jitters. Let me come over and we can walk the dog together!” She was right—Arthur truly did love me. After all, with his credentials, he was willing to commit to someone as ordinary as me. He had arguments with his family for my sake and even fought with his father, yet he still insisted on marrying me. I couldn’t think of any reason other than love. I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t doubt Arthur. That girl is probably just having a one-sided crush.” I felt reassured as I stroked April, our dog who had just run over to me. We had adopted this stray dog together a year ago. I felt sorry for it at the time and brought it home. I thought Arthur, with his germophobia, would object, but to my surprise, he not only agreed but also named the dog April. April was the month when Arthur and I officially started dating. Four years ago, I had just graduated from college and landed a job at Wood Group after several rounds of interviews. To my surprise, Arthur showed intense interest in me from our very first meeting. But today, April was acting strangely. Usually well-behaved, today she was chewing on things around the house. While I was on the phone with Lara, she suddenly darted into Arthur’s study, rummaged through a cabinet, and came out with something in her mouth. In four years, I had never entered Arthur’s study. Thinking, “That might be something important,” I quickly grabbed it from April’s mouth. It was a photo album with a chewed-up cover. Opening it, I found pictures from Arthur’s high school days—him playing basketball, sleeping with his head down, and confidently speaking at a debate competition. These photos looked like they had been taken secretly. The last photo in the album was a group shot with Arthur having his arm around a girl, smiling with a hint of shyness. I had never seen him with that expression before. And the girl standing beside him was the same person I had encountered at the party today. I turned the photo over and saw a message: “Arthur, I promise I’ll be with you after we both get our college acceptance letters! From Avril Grant.” I froze. “Wait, her name is Avril? Avril and April sound so similar…” Finally, everything that happened today and all those puzzling things from the past made sense. I started to recall why, although we developed feelings for each other in March, he waited until April to confess; why he named our dog April; why he refused to tell me that woman’s name today; why he always became emotional every April; why his mood would fluctuate so dramatically at night… My body turned cold, as if my blood was flowing backward. My hands trembled as I held the album. Instinctively, I called Arthur. The “beep, beep, beep” sound on the phone felt like a countdown to my judgment day. Arthur didn’t answer. I then called Mark, who picked up quickly. Mark said, “Hey, Chloe, what’s up?” I asked, “Where is Arthur right now?” He replied, “Huh? Arthur should be at the office. Didn’t he say he had work to finish?” Mark’s answer seemed airtight, but I wasn’t reassured. There was a hint of guilt in his voice. I lost control and demanded, “Tell me, what’s the name of that woman who suddenly appeared today? Is her name Avril Grant? Was she with Arthur before? What exactly is their relationship? Tell me clearly!” Mark was silent for a moment, then said, “Chloe, how did you find out? Don’t put me in a difficult position. Why don’t you wait for Arthur to come home and let him explain it to you himself?” I heard a phone dropping on the other end, but the call hadn’t disconnected. I could hear Avril crying emotionally: “Arthur, you once said you would marry me. Our breakup was my fault. I understand that you’ve been with someone else these four years to fill the void. But I came back to congratulate you because you’re getting married to make me return—is that wrong too?” Arthur’s voice was cold yet firm, possibly saddened by seeing someone he once deeply loved reappear: “I won’t allow you to wish me a happy marriage.” Mark hung up the phone. But those crucial words had already reached my ears clearly.

I started packing my bags. Now that Avril had returned, the wedding would surely be called off. There was no point in me staying any longer—I needed to leave as soon as possible. As I packed, I mockingly thought to myself, “No wonder Arthur didn’t send out invitations. No wonder he said he preferred things quiet and didn’t want too many people knowing about the wedding. No wonder he claimed his family disapproved and the wedding couldn’t be grand, that I would feel slighted because of it.” We had been together for four years, our lives completely intertwined. There were too many items in the room to pack everything. After organizing for a long time, I finally managed to fit the essentials into my suitcase. April came over and licked my face, making me realize my cheeks were wet with tears. My feelings for Arthur had been genuine, which made this all the more painful and heartbreaking. I opened the door to leave but found Arthur standing outside. He was supposed to be on the phone with Avril. He looked at my face, then at the luggage in my hand, and immediately frowned. “Where are you going?” The sudden encounter caught me off guard. I bit my lip as tears streamed down my face and said, “Arthur, I know everything now. You still love someone from your past, and I don’t blame you. Everyone has their history. But you shouldn’t have let her exist in every corner of our lives. From now on, every time I see April, I’ll be reminded of you two. Since Avril is back, I’ll step aside. I’m leaving now, going far away, and won’t disturb your lives anymore.” Arthur didn’t seem relieved as I had expected. Instead, he emotionally pulled me back into the room. I looked at him with my tear-reddened eyes. He sighed, sat across from me, and said, “Avril is a childhood friend and my ex-girlfriend. After four years together, she suddenly broke up with me and went abroad. We haven’t seen each other since.” I found his explanation ridiculous. “But you still have feelings for her, don’t you? You kept all those old photo albums. Your feelings for her have been hiding beneath our relationship all along. You even decided to get married just to provoke her into coming back. How is that fair to me? Arthur, what am I to you? What have these four years meant?” Arthur fell silent. His silence felt like an admission that he still had feelings for Avril. I thought, “Indeed, if he wasn’t still hung up on her, why would he go to such lengths?” He rubbed his forehead, his tone tinged with impatience. “Stop making a scene, Chloe. I admit the marriage wasn’t entirely sincere. But after four years together, I’m not completely without feelings for you. I hope you can calm down and stay with me. I’ll sort things out with Avril. We might still get married for real.” He waited a moment, then leaned back on the sofa, casually tossing a bank card my way, reverting to his typically arrogant demeanor. “If you really want to leave, take this card with you—consider it compensation for these four years. But if you take this card, we’re done for good. Think about it.” He looked at me with certainty, convinced I wouldn’t choose to leave. But he was wrong. Throughout these four years, he wasn’t the only one acting. Without hesitation, I picked up the card and headed for the door again. As I turned around, I accidentally let a smile slip. I thought to myself, “It’s a good thing Avril came back when she did. Otherwise, would I really have married Arthur? I don’t want to waste the best years of my youth on a marriage, especially with a difficult wealthy family.”

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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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