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Li’s first love has returned. It was time for me, who had been his mistress for nine years to leave. But he begged me to stay.

After the miscarriage, I lay in the ICU for an entire month. Meanwhile, my husband was off traveling around with his so-called “true love.” It wasn’t until he decided to divorce me that he remembered I existed. He called my mom, demanding to know how long I was going to “keep making trouble”. My mother looked at me, her daughter teetering on the edge of death, and said bitterly, “She won’t bother you anymore. Are you happy now?” ***** I was admitted to the ICU. That same day, the day I lost the baby, I was dying—massive blood loss, organ damage. And the cruelest part? The one who caused all of this was none other than my husband, Dominick Vanderbilt. The day everything went wrong for me was his birthday. I had prepared a table full of his favorite dishes, baked a cake from scratch, and decorated the house to look incredibly romantic. On top of all the designer gifts, I had something special and priceless for Dominick—a gift I’d been waiting years to give. I was pregnant. After five years of trying, we finally had this hard-won miracle. I thought this baby would be a miracle for us—a gift to celebrate his birthday and a lifeline to save our crumbling marriage. That was why I chose his birthday to share the news. I was so sure it would change everything. But when he came home from work, he just quickly changed his clothes and said Madison Blair had been admitted to the hospital and needed someone by her side. Then, without a second thought, he turned to leave again. I grabbed his arm, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Dominick, I worked so hard on this… And I… I have something really important to tell you.” Dominick shook me off and said coldly, “Peyton, Maddy’s in the hospital alone. I have to go.” The warmth drained from my face instantly. Ever since Madison came back into his life, it was like she’d stolen his soul. Madison, the one who got away, his so-called first love, had always held a unique and irreplaceable place in Dominick’s heart. Realizing this, I slowly let my hand drop and asked bitterly, “Dominick, is Madison really that important to you? Is she more important than me?” Dominick shot me an impatient look. “Can you not start with your nonsense right now? Madison saved my life back then. She’s in trouble now; what’s wrong with me helping her out?” He didn’t even wait for me to argue. Instead, he cut me off before I could speak, saying, “Madison and I are clean—nothing has ever happened between us. If you keep doubting me like this, there’s no way we can go on living together.” His gaze turned cold like he was staring at an enemy rather than his wife. Anger boiled inside me, and I reached out to grab Dominick, desperate to stop him. But he shoved me away without hesitation. The door slammed as he walked out, never once looking back. I stumbled and lost my balance, hitting the corner of the table hard before collapsing to the floor. Pain shot through me in waves. I could feel my body trembling uncontrollably before everything went dark. When I woke up again, I was standing—of all places—at the edge of my own hospital bed. I looked down at myself, pale and covered in tubes. My face was expressionless, hollow. It hit me then. When a person hovers between life and death, their unrelenting obsessions can turn into a spirit, forcing them to become a silent spectator of the world they can’t quite leave behind. I wanted to cry but couldn’t. Seeing my mother outside the ward, her hair snow-white after just one night, ripped my heart to shreds. And when I realized Dominick was the one responsible for all of this, that burning sense of injustice pulled me like a magnet—I found myself standing right by his side. Dominick was in another hospital at the time. He sat by Madison’s bedside, his hand wrapped gently around hers, his expression full of worry. “Don’t worry. Just focus on getting better. I’ll take care of everything else.” Madison gave him a weak smile and, using what little strength she had, rested her head on his shoulder. “Dom, I’m so lucky to have you. Without you, I really don’t know what I’d do…” Feeling her dependence, he smiled in satisfaction as though this was exactly where he belonged. Madison nestled closer to him and pouted softly, “But Dom, if you’re always here with me, won’t Peyton get upset?” When Dominick heard my name, his face twisted into a scowl, his voice dripping with disdain. “Who cares? She’s always picking fights for no reason, accusing me of being unfaithful to her and looking for any excuse to argue. Tell me, who could stand living like that? If it comes to it, I’ll just divorce her and be done with it!”

Dominick stayed with Madison until her IV drip was finished and then took her home. I could see that Madison didn’t want him to leave, and honestly, he didn’t seem like he wanted to go either. Madison clung to his arm, looking heartbreakingly fragile. “Dom, I’ve been feeling really down lately. Once I feel better in a couple of days, can you take me out somewhere?” Dominick’s face softened with obvious affection. “Of course I can.” Madison’s father had recently declared bankruptcy due to poor business decisions. She’d gone from the privileged heiress of a wealthy family to someone struggling to get by. Dominick understood her struggles and heartbreak. To make matters worse, her emotional turmoil was taking a toll on her health—she seemed to be in pain all the time, one place hurting today, another tomorrow. It was as if her body couldn’t bear the burden. Dominick only wanted to take care of her. “Maddy, just tell me where you want to go, and I’ll make it happen. You know I have the means to take care of you now.” Madison’s expression lit up with joy. “Thanks, Dom. You have no idea how much that means to me.” I stood there, right in front of them, listening to every word, but all I could do was give a bitter smile. Dominick’s job kept him swamped. When we got married, we didn’t even take a honeymoon. In the five years we’d been together, he never once suggested taking me on a trip. He hardly even had the time to go shopping with me—those moments were rare, painfully so. I understood how hard he worked. So, I never complained and never asked for more. I poured all my energy into being a good wife, taking care of him in every way I could. But what did I get in return? His cold indifference. His absence. I’d tried, I really had, to reignite something between us. I wore makeup, bought beautiful dresses—tried to look the way I thought Dominick might notice. But it was all pointless. Because the moment Madison entered the picture, I stopped existing in his eyes. Every time he abandoned me, abandoned our family, to be with her, I’d pick a fight. I couldn’t help it. And every time, he’d either freeze me out or turn it around, calling me childish and unreasonable. When I was alive, I couldn’t fight him on this. And now, as I hover so close to death, I still can’t. Dominick spent the night at Madison’s place. They didn’t share a bed, but the subtle tension between them had already deepened. The next day, I followed Dominick out. I watched as a man who had always prioritized work spent the entire day on the phone during office hours, meticulously arranging every detail of an extravagant trip. From booking first-class flights to reserving five-star hotels, he handled everything personally, leaving nothing to chance. Once he was done, he happily prepared for the upcoming trip with Madison. It was as if my existence meant nothing to him. He didn’t know my condition—didn’t care to know—and acted as though he’d forgotten I was his wife altogether. While my mother sat by my bedside, crying every night for me, the man I had loved my whole life was off enjoying himself with another woman. I watched as they visited the most popular tourist cities, sampled exotic foods, and Dominick took countless beautiful photos of Madison. Dominick treated her with the utmost respect. He insisted on booking two separate rooms every night and tiptoed around her, careful not to cross any lines. His restraint made it clear—he treasured her. Seeing the constant glow of happiness on Madison’s face, I felt nothing. There wasn’t even a hint of jealousy left in me. I didn’t believe in them. Even if they did end up together, I knew they wouldn’t last. Men like Dominick, who lose interest the moment they get what they want, were incapable of holding onto happiness. I quietly trailed them for a month. When the trip finally ended, Dominick returned home, exhausted and ready to rest. But when he opened the front door, he was greeted by the rotting stench of spoiled leftovers on the dining table and a dark, dried pool of blood on the floor. The house was a wreck. The air reeked of something sour and putrid. Dominick, who had always been a clean freak, turned pale with disgust at the sight. Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and called me. He didn’t notice my phone sitting dead on the sofa, shut off because the battery had run out days ago. One call. No answer. Two calls. Still nothing. Three calls. Silence. On the fourth call, when it went straight to voicemail, Dominick finally lost his patience. He exploded. “Peyton Reeves! If you want a divorce, just say it. There’s no need for this stupid silent treatment. Look at this place. It’s disgusting! If you have the guts, come back here right now. We’ll go file for divorce immediately!”

Response to Dominick came in the form of cold, lifeless beeps over the line. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he angrily stuffed his phone back into his pocket and stormed out the door again. He went back to Madison’s place. Even though he had been traveling with his beloved for a month, the packed itinerary was beginning to wear on Dominick. When he mentioned wanting to eat, Madison immediately chimed in, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “I’ll order takeout then. What do you feel like eating, Dom?” For a split second, an almost imperceptible look of distaste flickered across Dominick’s face. Days of eating at restaurants and street stalls had taken their toll—his stomach had been protesting for a while now. Not that Madison would ever notice. But he smoothed out his expression quickly, giving her a doting smile. “Anything’s fine. Just order whatever you like.” I knew what Dominick truly wanted right now—a homemade meal. A refreshing salad and braised beef—the kind that wasn’t overly greasy or rich. Dominick had a sensitive stomach and a strict palate—he liked his food light, with plenty of restrictions. I was the only one who could remember every little detail about what he liked and didn’t like. No scallions, ginger, or garlic. He avoided peanut oil like the plague. He refused organ meats and hated fish with too many bones. I knew which dishes needed a delicate touch and which ones needed to be rich and flavorful. Every detail about his diet, I had it down to a science. Back then, whenever Dominick had been out for days of social engagements, he would always come home with an upset stomach, vomiting, and running to the bathroom for no apparent reason. During those times, all it took was the simplest homemade meal from me to calm his stomach—and his mood—effortlessly. But he never noticed what I did for him—or how much thought I put into it. In his mind, since he was the one making money, since he was the one “providing” for this household, everything I did was just expected. Of course, Madison was different. In Dominick’s eyes, she was a pampered heiress, her hands too precious to ever hold a kitchen knife. The fact that she didn’t cook? Completely normal. Understandable, even. After all, her hands were more valuable than diamonds. When the delivery arrived, I watched him poking around with a fork in the takeout box, hesitating and picking at the food without really eating. Madison asked innocently, “Do you not like this stuff, Dom?” Dominick smiled faintly and shook his head, though a flicker of disappointment still crossed his face. Madison, sharp-eyed, noticed something was off and pressed again. “Dom, it feels like you’re not into these trendy dishes at all. What do you actually like? I’ll order more of that next time.” He then described his preferences as if they were nothing, saying, “I’m not picky. A plain Caesar salad, light braised beef—those are good enough for me.” His tone was casual, but there was something hard to define in his expression. It lingered in his eyes for just a second before disappearing. I wanted so badly to tell Dominick that even a simple Caesar salad and braised beef weren’t as easy to make as he thought. But then again, it didn’t really matter anymore. Whether he knew or not wouldn’t change the fact that I’d already given up on him. He barely ate anything from that meal. Afterward, he cleaned up the takeout containers half-heartedly and took the trash downstairs. I watched as he tossed the bag into the bin and then pulled out his phone again. I watched as Dominick tried calling my phone again. Three times in a row. Each time, the automated voice told him the phone was turned off. Growing frustrated, he became visibly agitated, pacing back and forth while scrolling through his contacts over and over. But he didn’t know a thing about my social circle, nor did he recognize any of my friends. After I quit my job, I’d lost touch with most of my former colleagues, too. When his search turned up nothing, Dominick finally dialed my mom. The moment someone picked up, his frustration boiled over. He demanded furiously, “How long is your daughter planning to keep this up? Tell Peyton this nonsense has to stop. If she keeps acting like this, I’ll divorce her!”   My mom never knew that, in this marriage, I was the one who constantly tolerated Dominick and compromised for him. To stop her from worrying, every time she asked, I always told her over and over, “Mom, don’t worry, I’m really happy. Dominick loves me so much. He’d never let me suffer. Besides, I wouldn’t let myself be mistreated either.” She always believed me without hesitation. But now, faced with this brutal reality, my mom was heartbroken. “Are you even human, Dominick? Your wife’s been lying in the ICU for a month, and not only do you ignore her, but you’re calling this nonsense?” It was the first time I’d ever heard my mother’s voice so sharp and loud. In my memory, my mom had always been gentle, a little timid even. But now, this woman—my mother—was standing up against the world for me, her voice fierce and cutting. “Dominick, you heartless bastard! You don’t deserve my daughter!” Dominick looked stunned, caught off guard by the verbal assault. But he quickly snapped back, his anger flaring, “Stop spouting this nonsense, you old hag! How the hell could Peyton be in the ICU for a month? Isn’t it enough for her to stir up trouble on her own? Now she’s dragging you into it, too? This is ridiculous!” For a second, I caught a flicker of disbelief on his face. But beneath that was contempt, doubt, and sheer annoyance. It was at this moment I finally realized just how cruel and cold a man could be. My mom, enraged by Dominick’s heartless words, screamed back at him, her voice cracking, “Dominick, even if my daughter dies and becomes a ghost, she won’t forgive you. And not just her—if I die, I’ll come back as a vengeful spirit and haunt you too!” Dominick’s hand clenched his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white, the veins in his neck bulging. “Shut up! Peyton can’t be dead! Tell her to get out here and face me. If she’s gonna die, she better divorce me first.”

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My brother, Edward Blair, was baking a cake with Emma Thompson when I was locked in the tank by the killer. While my trachea was slowly cut open, and I could only let out agonized gasps, Edward coldly said on the other end of the phone, “Madison, you didn’t come back for Dad’s death anniversary. You’re so heartless. “Emma begged you to go see Dad, and you actually injured her. You have to apologize to Emma before you go to hell, even if you die.” Later, Edward personally dissected my body and analyzed the tragedy. But he didn’t know that the body he saw close at hand belonged to his own sister. ***** My body was fished out of the river. The salvage man was grim-faced as he stated the facts of the case to the police, “I thought I’d fish out the garbage while it wasn’t dark, but I didn’t realize that something had hit the fishing net.” As a leading forensic scientist, my brother Edward Blair was rushed to the scene of the crime by a phone call from his team leader, Frank Smith. He was still wearing a flour-stained apron. Frank frowned and said in a somewhat low voice, “Are you spending Madison’s birthday with her?” Edward froze and shook his head. “Emma wanted to eat the cake I baked. I don’t know where Madison’s been fooling around. She hasn’t been home in days, and I don’t care.” He seemed to have forgotten that it was my birthday. How ironic! Tears blurred my eyes. In a trance, I saw a young Edward smiling as he set the cupcake in front of me and said, “Madison, I’ll be there for you on every birthday from now on.” Now, I watched Edward take off his ridiculous apron, put on his gloves with a serious face, and get to work. My body was wrapped in a black bag, emitting a foul odor. Edward opened the bag, looking at the body, and froze. The body had almost no epidermis, exposing bare flesh that was soaked white. The only thing left of the corpse’s features was a nose, causing one’s heart to palpitate just by looking at it. But Edward didn’t even frown and ordered his assistant, Liam Ward, “Extract the DNA. This situation can only be compared with the database.” Liam said in surprise, “Edward, I think I’ve seen Madison wearing these shoes of the deceased.” I’d been stepped on by Liam earlier when I’d brought Edward his food. He was a bit embarrassed at the time and complimented me on my nice shoes, but I didn’t think he would recognize them. I had bought a pair of these shoes for Edward as well. Only, unfortunately, he hadn’t unpacked them since the beginning. Edward reprimanded in a muffled voice, saying, “Don’t mention irrelevant people. Mentioning her is insulting the dead.” I sighed gently, unable to keep my lips from trembling. In Edward’s mind, any dead person he handled was far more important than me. And I was a stain on his life. He finished the first autopsy quickly and sighed, “Let’s go back and check the stomach contents and liver temperature.” Watching the body being put into a bag, Frank patted Edward on the shoulder. “Edward, the victim was abused, right? That’s not an easy case.” It was nightfall when the body was found, and many walkers stood by to watch. The news of the body being recovered from the park spread quickly. Kevin Durant, the police chief, gave orders to solve the case as soon as possible to avoid social unrest. Frank patted Edward on the shoulder. “How many days will you probably need?” Edward rubbed his brow in some annoyance. “The body was dumped in the river in the park, and it was extremely damaged. Don’t get your hopes up.” I wanted to reach out and smooth Edward’s furrowed brow. But I couldn’t touch him. I’d always thought that my rigid relationship with Edward was a hindrance to our getting along. But at this moment, I realized that life and death were the great divide between Edward and me. I never had the chance to hear Edward call me sister again.

Frank sat in the conference room with a worried look on his face. He was holding an unlit cigarette. “This kind of case where we don’t know the origin of the body is the toughest.” A police officer speculated and said, “The corpse is so tragic. Could it be a crime of passion?” Edward shook his head. “The time of death is around three days. The victim was abused and then drowned. The killer’s motive does need to be sorted out.” Frank suddenly thought of something and looked at Edward. “Edward, Madison is a famous psychologist, and Rivarity City authorities invited her to give a lecture on criminal psychology some time ago. Ask her to analyze this case…” Before he could finish, Edward interrupted with a sharp voice, “Madison? She’s just a fake expert with a false reputation. Who dares to use someone as ruthless as her?” Liam, who was at the side, pressed his lips and whispered, “Madison is not that kind of person.” Edward snorted coldly and slammed the pen in his hand on the table. He said, “I know best what kind of person she is. I won’t work with her on this case. I’m going to the autopsy first.” Frank shook his head and ordered helplessly, “What are you guys waiting for? Go and extract traces from the scene, visit the witnesses in groups, and take statements.” After that, he looked at Edward’s back and muttered, “With this attitude towards his sister, he’ll regret it one day sooner or later.” I sniffled, tears surfacing in my eyes. How could Edward regret it? He hated me more than he could say. I had tried countless times to explain the misunderstanding between us, but Edward would always interrupt me coldly, “You killed Dad and put Mom in a vegetative state. What reason do you have to tell me that you’re right?” Every time I looked at Edward’s disgusted and distrustful eyes, I could only swallow the truth of the matter. I had wanted to wait for Edward’s birthday this year to have a good chat with him. But I didn’t get the chance after all. In the autopsy room, Edward held the scalpel tightly and bowed his head for a moment of silence. He calmly used the scalpel to cut through the chest cavity of the corpse, and the pungent smell instantly rushed into his nostrils. But Edward remained calm but froze at the sight of the corpse’s left arm. Liam came over curiously and said, “Did the killer carve this?” Edward’s rubber-gloved hand fumbled with the gray tattoo on the puffy arm. “No. It looks like it’s been tattooed for a long time.” He sighed, a little compassionately, “The victim would be close to the family. The tattoo would have been all four of their family.” My eyes were so sore and swollen that tears flowed out as if I was trying to get all my aggression out. After my dad, David Blair, died, my mom, Nicole Blair, went into a coma. From that day on, I had no home. I tattooed a picture of us together on my arm, expecting Edward to be touched. But he just glanced at me coldly. “What did you tattoo? It’s disgusting. Get out of here.” Edward regarded me as an enemy, seeing only Emma as his sister. But the car accident at the time was because of Emma. She had clamored for David to stop for a cake and then went to grab David’s steering wheel. Immediately afterward, our car collided with an oncoming van. I woke up with multiple fractures and couldn’t move. But Edward was in the next ward with Emma, who had a mild concussion. He didn’t come to see me even until I was discharged from the hospital. But after I died, Edward cast more eyes on my corpse than he had looked at me all these years. If Edward knew that Emma, the only good sister in his heart, had something to do with my death, would he shed a single tear for me?

Edward’s cell phone rang. Liam looked at it and said gently, “Edward, it’s your sister.” But he said impatiently, “Don’t you know I’m busy? Tell Madison not to bother me.” Liam said, “Edward, it’s not Madison.” Edward froze for a moment as if puzzled that I hadn’t contacted him in so many days. But soon, a warm smile filled his eyes. He hastily removed his gloves and softly said, “Emma, what’s wrong? I’m not busy. Go ahead.” I laughed mockingly. Edward’s attitude towards me and Emma had always been worlds apart. I should have gotten used to it long ago. Emma’s pitiful voice rang out. “Edward, I accidentally broke Madison’s trophy in the living room when I was cleaning the house. I’m afraid she’ll be angry.” I widened my eyes, which were bloodshot from anger. That trophy was one I had gotten from a competition when I was a kid. Edward had set it out in the living room with pride on his face, then cleaned it to perfection. “Madison is just the best. I want everyone to know how good Madison is.” But now, Edward was only concerned with comforting Emma, who pretended to be frightened. “Emma, don’t be afraid. If Madison gets mad at you, I’ll keep her out of the house for the rest of her life.” What he didn’t realize was that I would never be able to come home again. Maybe when he learned of my death, Edward would even be glad to finally not have to see me again. Edward handed the autopsy records to Frank, who had returned with the team. He said, “Frank, I’m going home to eat and change before I come back. I haven’t been with my sister in a couple of days.” Frank chuckled, “Didn’t you say you didn’t care about your sister before? You should be nice to Madison from now on. It hasn’t been easy for her all these years.” Edward’s face instantly gloomed, a hint of dislike in his eyes. “I don’t have a sister like Madison. She doesn’t deserve my kindness after what she’s done to the family. Emma is well-behaved and understanding, but Madison is a heartless asshole.” Frank said somewhat meaningfully, “I’m an old friend of David and Nicole’s and kind of watched you and Madison grow up. You should hear Madison’s feelings.” Edward put on his jacket and said somewhat helplessly, “Frank, you don’t have to talk me into this. On my dad’s death anniversary, Madison never went to pay her respects to him. Sometimes, I wonder if her heart is black.” Edward had never doubted Emma’s lies. Back then, when we were in that car accident, Emma was less injured than me. Waking up first, she told Edward that I had been arguing with David and Nicole, causing them to be distracted before the tragedy. Edward then considered me to be a cold-blooded scourge. David and Nicole had sponsored Emma. Later, her house caught fire, and she was the only one who survived. David and Nicole adopted Emma because they felt sorry for her as an orphan. But then, I realized that she seemed to be trying to replace me. Emma must be very pleased with herself now. After all, at her instigation, Edward regarded me as his enemy. I could only cry and tell Nicole, who was in a coma, my grievances when I visited her. I was more of a helpless orphan than Emma. Edward returned home and didn’t pick up the pieces of the trophy on the floor. Instead, he rubbed Emma’s hair with concern. “You’re not hurt, are you? I’ll clean up the floor later.” I looked at the broken trophy on the floor, and it was as if my heart had broken a big hole in it as well. Edward, who had once seen me as proud, now only thought I was trash. Emma’s long eyelashes blocked out the laughter in her eyes. “Edward, is Madison still mad at me? She hasn’t been home in days.” Edward glanced at her gauze-wrapped left hand with some distress. “I’ll make Madison apologize to you. She’s just a sinful person with an evil heart.” It was true that I had caused the injury on Emma’s hand. But it was from my struggles when she was killing me. I wished so much for Edward to discover Emma’s true colors. Watching the way they cared for each other, I only felt my heart hurt like a blazing fire was burning it. Until I died, Edward remained a believer in Emma. However, it didn’t matter, and I would never come home and bother them anymore.   Edward’s cell phone rang, and his warm and fuzzy time with Emma was forced to end. Frank’s voice rang out. “We found new evidence. Edward, come back and do another autopsy.” Edward rushed back to the station and let out a sigh as he looked at the bag of facial features that had been cut off on the autopsy table. He said, “What kind of hate makes a killer actually go this far?” Edward put on gloves and pieced together the facial features but paused when he picked up my right ear because there was a crescent-shaped scar on that earlobe. It was a wound from an accidental rollover when Edward was riding me on his bike when I was a kid. At that time, Edward looked at the blood on my ear and comforted me while crying, saying, “Madison, don’t be afraid. I will protect you in the future.” Edward blinked and seemed to remember something. I felt nervous. Did Edward recognize me? But the next second, he continued his work with a calm face. Edward and I missed each other once again. Frank’s voice was a little restless. “Edward, I think Madison has such a scar on her ear as well.” Liam chimed in, “Yes. Edward, every time you have a stomach problem, Madison brings you a nutritious meal she made. This time, you’ve been having a hard time for a few days, and I haven’t seen Madison come yet.” Edward’s diet was irregular, so he had terrible stomach aches every time. I went to a traditional physician specifically to get a prescription for medicinal diets. Afraid that Edward would not want to eat what I made, I had to ask Frank or Liam to pass it on. Everyone else could see my love for Edward, but only Edward thought I was a cold-blooded person. Edward sneered, mockery in his eyes, “Madison won’t die if anyone dies. In her mind, her life is more important than anyone else.” Frank rubbed his temples and said somewhat helplessly, “Well, I’ve got orders to get a criminal profiler to assist with this case. “Contact Madison in a few minutes and tell her to come to the station this afternoon. Don’t say you’re not working with her. That’s an order.” Edward gently pressed his lips together and reluctantly agreed. But when he dialed my number, all he heard was an electronic tone. He said, “She’s still having a tantrum at this hour. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her.” With that, Edward sent me the message: [Madison, you don’t have to come home if you don’t answer the phone. People with evil hearts don’t deserve to work with me in the first place.] I rubbed my eyes and wiped my tears hard. Edward, I wanted so much to stand by your side openly and solve cases with you. However, I could no longer do that. At that moment, Edward’s cell phone rang. He answered the phone and sternly scolded, “Madison, come to the station right now. I’m too busy to play the disappearance game with you.” The person on the other end of the line froze for a moment and said awkwardly, “Mr. Blair, your mother’s medical bills for this month have not been paid. We can’t reach Ms. Blair.” Edward opened his mouth, a flash of confusion in his eyes. Then, he said, “Okay, I’ll pay the bill later.” I was the one who went to the hospital every month to pay the bills all the years Nicole was hospitalized for her coma and recuperation. Edward was busy at work, and I made time every week to talk to Nicole and give Nicole a massage. But Emma never visited Nicole once. On the contrary, she would sarcastically say when I went to visit Nicole, “Your mom is fortunate. Why don’t you just pull out her oxygen tube? How pointless to be a vegetable like that!” She had caused Nicole to be like this, and she had the nerve to say such things. I pushed Emma, but Edward bumped into it. He slammed the vase on the table hard on me and scolded, “Madison, are you crazy? How could you do this to Emma? You’re so mean.” Emma deserved a lot of the credit for my relationship with Edward being so bad. Edward hung up the phone and rubbed his temples in annoyance. He complained to Liam, “What’s wrong with Madison? She doesn’t even pay my mom’s hospital bill. What is she fooling around with every day?” Liam gulped and advised, “Edward, Madison isn’t the type of person who would purposely pretend to be missing to fool you. I’m a little worried about her safety.” Edward waved his hand and picked up his work case. “You don’t have to speak for her. Frank and I will go to the crime scene and take another look. Contact me if anything happens.” The men from the trace inspection section were rummaging carefully through the dirt at the crime scene. Suddenly, someone said, “Frank, there’s a new lead here.” Edward was about to go up and check it out, but his phone rang. Liam breathed rapidly and sounded panicked. “Edward, the DNA test results are in. Why don’t you come back to the station?” Edward said helplessly, “I have a new lead over here. Just send the test report to Frank.” Liam held his breath for a moment and slowed his voice. “Edward, the results from the database comparison show that the victim is your sister, Madison.” Edward’s cell phone instantly dropped to the floor.

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At eighteen, I found myself on the muddy bank of the river, tears streaming down my face as students of my mother, Lily Lane, walked massive wolfhounds whose jaws sank into my flesh. Writhing in agony, I dialed my mother’s number, desperate for her to come to my rescue. But when she answered, her voice was as frigid as the winter wind. “My students are all well-behaved,” she sneered, “unlike you, you little liar. You’re always trying to hurt others. “You must have provoked those dogs on purpose. If you get bitten to death, it’ll be your own fault. My innocent student would never do such a thing. Stop pretending to be the victim!” The bitterness between us had been brewing since I was ten. A frantic phone call I made had sent my father, Jason Reed, speeding recklessly down that same road, and his car plunged into the raging river beneath the bridge. His body was never recovered. From that day forward, I became my mother’s greatest enemy. Every year on the anniversary of my father’s death, she would drag me to that same riverbank, forcing me to my knees in a cruel ritual of penance. Years later, after I had been torn apart by those wolfhounds, my father, who had faked his death to escape his debts, returned unscathed. When my mother learned the truth, the shock sent her spiraling into madness. ***** A video suddenly popped up in the teachers’ group chat. In the grainy footage, police officers were photographing a mutilated body in a sandpit. The voiceover, belonging to the math teacher, Max Blake, trembled as he relayed the gruesome rumors. “They say the victim was killed by an animal and then dismembered by the killer. The methods were horrifyingly brutal. What a monster. The poor victim must have suffered immensely.” Lily’s eyes reddened, a look of deep sorrow and pity etching itself onto her face. A bitter sadness surged in my chest, tightening my throat. I thought, “Mom, if you knew it was me who had died, would your heart ache just as much? Probably not. After all, in your eyes, I was always the one who had killed Dad. But, Mom, do you know? It really hurt.” “Yes, the police found the victim’s backpack, but everything inside had been discarded by the killer.” Max passed around a photo of the backpack. Lily glanced at it, her eyes falling on the patchwork of worn-out fabric. She sighed and shook her head. Even as a ghost, I felt my heart ached uncontrollably. I murmured, “Mom, you’ve forgotten, haven’t you? That backpack was my tenth birthday present from you. “Of course, you’ve always seen me as a thorn in your side because of Dad. How could you possibly care about the state of my backpack? “Yet, I carried it with me for eight long years.” As the school bell rang, my spirit was inexplicably drawn to follow Lily into the classroom. When we passed by the first row, where a student was coughing softly, Lily stopped. Her face was etched with concern as she inquired about the student’s well-being. For the first time, I saw the maternal warmth she had never shown me. But that tender expression froze the moment her eyes landed on my empty seat. She snorted, her face twisting with disdain. “Boys and girls, never follow the example of someone who thinks they’re above the rules just because they’ve managed to pull off a few good grades. A troublemaker is a troublemaker. In the end, they’ll only become worthless scum, a stain on society.” The students remained unfazed, having heard such words countless times before. No matter how well I performed academically or how much I contributed to the class, I was always the black sheep in her eyes. In her eyes, I would always be the worst, the most foolish student, the most wicked and vindictive daughter. All that remained was a dull, searing pain, as if my heart had been carved with a blunt blade. I realized then that heartache never becomes easier to bear. As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of class, Lily stormed over to the assistant principal, Michael Smith, urging him to give me a major demerit and announce it to the entire school. She couldn’t wait for another opportunity to humiliate me in front of everyone. Only when Michael nodded in agreement did her face finally break into a rare smile. It was as if the more she hurt me, the lighter her own burden became. Hearing the commotion, George Roberts, the principal, hurried over. His face was filled with concern as he asked, “Samantha has always been well-behaved and obedient. She’s not the type to skip class without reason. Surely something must have happened to her?” “What could happen to a murderer like her? She’s probably just being lazy, dodging class. If something did happen, it’s her own karma.” Lily’s expression darkened. George and Michael exchanged uneasy glances, shaking their heads in silent resignation. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter, ghostly laugh. I murmured, “Mom, it’s not that I didn’t want to come to school. It’s that I no longer had the chance to step through those doors. I was already dead. “And it was you who left me by the riverside last night when I was feverish and vulnerable. That’s where I was tormented and killed by those men. “If this is truly my karma, then I accept it willingly. “But Mom, could you please stop hating me?”

After school, as Lily drove past the narrow alley behind the school, her sharp eyes caught sight of a group of students viciously beating another boy. She screeched to a halt, abandoning the car as she leaped out and forced the attackers away. Without a moment’s hesitation, she helped the injured student into her car and drove straight to the hospital to get the wounds treated and bandaged. When she saw the bruises and cuts, her eyes welled up with tears of compassion. She couldn’t bear to see a child suffer like this. Without wasting a moment, she returned to the school and spent the entire night uncovering the identities of the bullies. The culprits were identified and punished, and the victim was finally safe. As always, the victim and his parents came to thank Lily. They bowed deeply, but Lily simply smiled, brushing it off. “Protecting my students is my duty as a teacher,” she said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To prevent such incidents in the future, she organized a school-wide anti-bullying seminar. Standing onstage, she passionately denounced the horrors of bullying. To her students, she was a beacon of justice, a guardian angel. But my heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp sword, twisting in an agony I could barely endure. The very person everyone regarded as a peacekeeper chose to side with the tormentors while her own daughter was being humiliated and bullied. Back then, because of the way she singled me out in front of the entire class, I became isolated. The isolation quickly snowballed into full-blown bullying. They would publicly humiliate me, shouting insults and slurs. Tearing up my test papers and flinging my backpack around were daily occurrences. They also pinned things on me that I never did, smearing my reputation and spinning vicious lies just to tear me down. All I could do was endure it in silence, alone. Lily was already worn out from taking care of the other students every day, and I didn’t want to add to her stress. If I could just nail the role of the ideal, dutiful daughter, I believed there was a chance Lily might not loathe me quite so much. But one day, it all escalated. They dragged me into the bathroom and beat me with a mop until I was covered in bruises. I tried my best to hide the injuries, but Lily noticed. “What happened to you?” she asked. At her question, the floodgates of my emotions burst open, and I sobbed as I told her everything. But instead of sympathy, her face twisted into a mask of fury. “You’re lying! I know my students! They’re all kind and innocent. “It’s you who’s the problem! You killed your father, and now you’re trying to ruin my students? Are you trying to spite me? Is that it? “There’s no daughter more wicked than you! Why are you even alive?” Before I could react, her hand flew through the air, and a sharp slap landed on my cheek. I cradled my cheek, where the sting burned, as I tried to explain. I showed her the threatening letters they had left in my locker, hoping the evidence would make her believe me. But she didn’t even glance at them. Instead, she snatched the papers from my hands and tore them to shreds. “Why would they pick on you and not someone else? It’s because you’re the one who’s done something terrible! “You deserve every bit of this, you little monster!” Her words struck me like physical blows, each one cutting deeper than the last. The quiet living room echoed with my sobs. She shot me a look filled with contempt, as though I were nothing more than trash, before she turned on her heel and strode away. My heart shattered into a million pieces. “Mom, can’t you trust me just this once?” I whispered. “Can’t you look at me, really look at me, for once? Yes, it was me. I’m the reason my father is dead. How could I ever think I deserve her sympathy?” Surprisingly, Lily had scheduled me for cleaning duty with the very same group that had given me trouble before. Usually, such tasks were the class president’s domain. “Mom, this wasn’t intentional, right?” I asked. Yet, she turned away from my silent plea, leaving me chilled to the core. “What’s shouting going to do for you?” one of them taunted as we cleaned. “If your own mom has given up on you, who do you think is left to protect you?” “I heard you’re why your dad’s gone. No surprise your mom can’t stand you. She put us on duty together on purpose, didn’t she? Then, we could all get a chance to give you a piece of her mind, huh? She probably wishes we’d beat you to death. It’s just so pathetic. Tell me, what’s the point of you even being alive?”

The pain of the beating was nothing compared to the agony of my shattered heart. Yet, I fought with every ounce of strength I had left, screaming and pleading for help. I thought, “What they were saying about my mother couldn’t be true. Surely, if she heard my cries, she would come running. If she saw the violence with her own eyes, she would finally believe me.” Through my tear-blurred vision, I thought I saw her standing in the doorway. The room fell deathly silent as everyone froze, their hands mid-strike. The empty classroom echoed with my desperate screams. “Mom, save me! Mom, please…” But she only glanced at me coldly as I lay sprawled on the floor, even if my face was covered in blood. Then, without a word, she stepped back and quietly closed the door. I felt my soul go numb. My chest was crushed by the weight of her rejection. I gagged, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blows rained down harder and faster, but I no longer felt the pain. My body was numb. “Mom, you’re really not going to save me? Is this what you want? For me to die?” I murmured. But I didn’t die that day. I was saved by Selena Chase, who had come looking for me. I was rushed to the hospital with multiple fractures and spent a month bedridden. Lily visited the hospital only once to warn me not to go to the police and cause a fuss. Selena, furious on my behalf, tried to argue. Lily frowned and sharply retorted, “You’re alive, aren’t you? What more do you want? You’re just trying to ruin my reputation and get me fired!” Slamming the door behind her, she walked away, leaving me to wail in silence. It was only when Selena called her father, the school board chairman, that the matter was finally resolved. When I finally pulled myself out of the painful memories, tears were already streaming down my face, and my heart was gripped by an intense, squeezing pain. I suddenly realized I was already back home, following Lily, who frowned in irritation when she couldn’t find me. “That troublemaker still isn’t back? Maybe she’ll just die out there,” she muttered, storming toward the couch. But as she stepped on a stray pill on the floor, her expression changed. She picked it up, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “She’s probably faking it again,” she scoffed with an eye roll. “Since when does she just ‘happen’ to get feverish?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Mom, don’t you remember? This fever was your doing.” On the anniversary of Jason’s death, I had accidentally knocked over a plate of food. In a fit of rage, Lily had thrown me out of the house, forcing me to stand in the freezing winter wind wearing nothing but thin pajamas. Amidst the howling gales of the north, where thermometers drop to chilling depths, I froze, each breath crystallizing in the air. When she finally opened the door, I thought she had calmed down with joyous surprise. But instead of letting me in, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside. “Today is the day you kneel by the river! Hurry up!” she yelled. Snowflakes fell on my burning forehead, melting instantly. I pushed through the pain as I implored with all the strength I could muster, “Mom, this fever’s killing me. Can I just not go tonight?” “Dream on! You’re a murderer. Even if you’re on your last breath, you’ll kneel by that river!” Despair flooded my heart, and my tears froze on my cheeks. “I see, Mom. I’ll take my medicine and go.” But before I could even reach for the pills, she slapped them out of my hand. “You’re always lying or pretending to be sick. If there’s any justice in this world, you should have died in your father’s place!” she shouted, yanking me by the hair and dragging me to the car. At the riverbank, the icy wind sliced through me like a blade. I could barely stand. With every last shred of my strength, I clung to the car door and pleaded through tears, “Mom, please, don’t leave me. I’ll die…” But her response was a cold, brutal kick that sent me sprawling onto the icy ground. “If you’re going to die, then do it far away from me! I’m done with you. I’m sick of looking at your face!” I lay there in the freezing snow, watching helplessly as her car sped away until it vanished into the distance. I whispered, “Mom, did you really just leave me? “Mom, I’m unwell.” I jolted awake, startled by the furious barking of dogs. The bullies who had once made my life a living hell were now stumbling toward me. Their breath was heavy with the stench of liquor as their faces contorted into vicious smirks. At their side, the dogs growled, their eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger as they bared their teeth, saliva dripping from their jaws. My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone, dialing Lily’s number in a desperate plea for help. But all I heard were her cold, accusing words. When the call ended, my heart shattered, sinking into a void. I knew I would never see her again. “Mom, do you even know what this feels like? “The dogs tore into me, and the pain was unbearable. “The river water swallowed me whole, so cold it felt like it was stealing my soul. “Mom, I did as you wished. I’m gone now. I hope you’re happy without me,” I thought. A deafening clap of thunder jolted Lily awake. She glanced out the window at the storm raging outside as the relentless rain pounded against the glass. A flicker of unease crossed her face as she paced nervously around the room. Then, the doorbell rang. “You wretched thing. You still had the audacity to come back…”   When Lily finally made out who it was standing in the doorway, her brow furrowed in annoyance. “Why is it you?” she mumbled. Selena stood there, drenched to the bone, her entire body trembling with urgency. “Is Samantha okay? She hasn’t been to school in three days, and I can’t reach her. Have you heard anything?” Selena was my only friend. Despite being in different classes, we checked in on each other every single day, sharing our studies and our lives. We were inseparable, more like sisters than friends. But Lily turned her head away and muttered, “Who knows where that troublemaker has disappeared to? Probably ran off with some punk.” Selena’s body shook with rage, her fists clenching at her sides. “At a time like this, you’re spreading rumors about your own daughter? Do you even have a heart? “Samantha is cursed to have a mother like you. “You’re not caring about her whereabouts, huh? Fine, I’ll find her myself!” As Selena pulled out her phone to dial 911, Lily lunged forward, snatching the phone from her hand and smashing it onto the ground. “Who said you could butt in?” Lily shouted. “Even if Samantha is dead, it’s her own fault. What right do you have to call the police?” I watched her indifferent face as my heart was heavy with sorrow. Even a friend I’d known for less than half a year was searching for me, yet my mother couldn’t care less about my well-being. I murmured, “Maybe they’re right, Mom. You’ve always wished I was gone. And now, I am, just as you wanted.” Tears mingled with rain on Selena’s cheeks as she screamed in despair, “Lily Lane, you’ll regret this!” Then, she turned and ran back into the storm. I longed to hold my friend to wipe away her tears, but my transparent ghostly form couldn’t touch her. As I stood there, heartbroken and helpless, Lily suddenly fished her phone out of her pocket and started dialing my number. I shook my head and sighed, “My phone is lying at the bottom of a cold river. How could you possibly reach me, Mom?” When no one answered, Lily staggered into the house, and her shoulders slumped. I was bewildered and thought, “Weren’t you supposed to be happy, Mom? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Another frantic knock echoed through the house. Lily, already on edge, yanked the door open irritably. “What now…” Her voice cut off as her eyes landed on the visitor. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she clung to the doorframe for support. I turned, startled, to see who had arrived. Standing in the doorway was the man Lily had pined for all those years and the one who filled me with endless guilt. It was my father who had been “dead” for eight years. He was back, alive.

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Damian Cartez Romanov, the most dangerous mafia leader who wants Isabella Cassandra, a spy sent by his enemy to kill him. Initially, Damian wanted to kill Isabella because she dared to disturb his peace, but when he found out who Isabella really was, Damian erased his intention. Isabella Cassandra is someone who keeps a big secret about the Romanov Family and also a secret about their past relationship. Can Damian maintain his true love for Isabella when she is a spy for the greatest enemy who wants his death?

When my acceptance letter arrived, I was bedridden with a sudden high fever. My sister, Lainey Holmes, was taken away on her way to collect it, and no one knew if she was alive or dead. My parents, consumed by their grief and anger, turned on me. They tore up my acceptance letter and forced me to abandon my studies to work in a factory. Eventually, I was taken away, too. After a narrow escape, I sought refuge in an abandoned factory and sent my parents a desperate message for help. My father called in a voice filled with rage. “Sophie Holmes, are you out of your mind? You’re joking about that on the anniversary of Lainey’s death? “Do you have any idea how much your mother and I wish it was you who died that year?” Even in my final moments, their hateful words rang in my ear. I was tortured to death, and my body was discarded in a gutter for three days. Even my father, a seasoned forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When Lainey finally returned with her boyfriend—the one she had once eloped with—my father had just barely restored my appearance using forensic techniques. They knelt before my decaying corpse, wailing until they fainted. ***** It had been pouring for three days; the entire city felt drenched, a suffocating fog blanketing everything. When my bloated body finally floated out of the gutter, I terrified many onlookers. An eight-year-old boy was frightened and cried, clinging to his mother as she soothed him softly. As I watched them, tears filled my eyes. I hadn’t felt my mother’s embrace in years. Since Lainey went missing six years ago, my parents had only aimed their hatred at me. They hadn’t even given me a smile, let alone a hug. Soon, a cordon surrounded the scene, and I stood in the crowd, silently watching my rotting body. A police car pulled up, and my eyes lit up when the door swung open. My father’s colleague, Jace, hurried over to brief him. “Calvin, it looks like the body has been in the water for three days. With the rainstorm, any evidence at the scene may have been washed away. You’ll need to put extra effort into examining the body. “The DNA from the deceased has been sent to the lab, and we’ll get the results as soon as possible.” When my father laid eyes on my body, he frowned, his eyes reddening. Clenching his fists, he ground out. “This is so cruel!” I glanced at my lifeless form. The sight was indeed horrific. My hands and feet had been severed, my face mutilated beyond recognition, and even my eyeballs had been gouged out. The terror I felt before my death lingered on my features. My mouth was agape because I had screamed and cried before my death, and my tongue was severed, adding to the gruesome scene. At one glance, my father shed tears. I wept silently behind him. He hadn’t cried for me in six long years. He crouched in front of my body, his trembling hands tracing the scars that marred my skin. In a broken voice, he murmured, “The features of the deceased are unrecognizable, but it appears to be a young woman around 25 years old. “She endured multiple beatings before she was killed. Damn it. What kind of monster could do this? She was so young. Her family must be shattered!” Tears streamed down my face as I listened. Dad, if you knew it was me before you, would your heart ache just a little? After all, I was the one you hated the most in this world. For countless nights, you had screamed at me to go to hell. Now, you finally had what you wanted.

My lifeless body was placed into body bags and transported to my father’s office. Before long, my limbs were located and sent to him without delay. Jace frowned as he stood before the autopsy table, pointing to my finger. “Calvin, take a look. This deceased has clenched fists, but the middle finger of her right hand is broken off. Could there have been jewelry that could help identify her?” “I think so,” my father replied, nodding in agreement. Jace hesitated, glancing at my father. “I remember Sophie wears a ring on the middle finger of her right hand…” My father lifted his gaze, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “There are plenty of people who wear rings. Do you think it’s that simple to kill her?” Jace, clearly anxious, grabbed my father’s arm, still wearing his gloves. “Calvin, do you remember that serial killer?” My father shuddered at the mention. That case had haunted him for years. Six years ago, he was the city’s most renowned forensic expert, while my mother was the youngest head of the Criminal Investigation Department. Back then, Jace was one of my mother’s subordinates. They were consumed by the hunt for a killer who had claimed the lives of eight girls, working tirelessly for a month without returning home. The killer was eventually apprehended, but there wasn’t enough evidence to secure a conviction. In a last-ditch effort, my father isolated himself in the forensic lab for three days without sleep, finally discovering the key evidence needed to convict the murderer. But no one anticipated that the killer had a twin brother. The day the murderer was executed was also the day Lainey went missing. The surveillance footage showed a man in a black raincoat dragging Lainey away, and she hadn’t been seen since. It was widely suspected that the murderer’s brother had taken her, but no one had the courage to voice that grim possibility. A year later, my mother resigned, overwhelmed by grief, while my father remained with the police force. Now, bringing up the past made my father visibly uneasy. Jace observed him closely, hesitating before saying, “If it really is him, Sophie could be in serious danger…” My father interrupted him impatiently, “Enough. “I would love to see Sophie dead. I warned her to keep an eye on Lainey and not let her go out, but she still asked Lainey to help her with her acceptance letter! “It was pouring that day, and Lainey was so young. The terror on her face as she was dragged away shattered my heart!” I had heard this story countless times. My parents would call me periodically, lashing out, blaming me for being so cold-hearted to push my sister to her doom while I stayed safe at home. I had defended myself, insisting I wasn’t responsible. That day, I had been in a feverish coma and had no idea Lainey was leaving the house. But they never believed me. To them, I was a heartless monster, a liar. In the midst of their endless accusations and blame, I often wished it had been me who vanished that year. If only I hadn’t fallen ill that day. If only I could have held on and not succumbed to my fever. If only I could have been the one to disappear instead of her. At least then, I wouldn’t be the unforgivable sinner I had become, living a life filled with misery. Jace sighed, wanting to continue his persuasion. But my father had shifted his focus, inspecting the deceased’s teeth. He slightly furrowed his brow while examining my broken front tooth. Then, he impassively instructed his assistant, “The deceased is missing a front tooth. From the fracture, it appears to have been broken quite some time ago. Make sure to include this in the autopsy report and inform the police; it could be a crucial clue in identifying her.” I looked at my father, tears brimming in my eyes. He had likely forgotten that his daughter, the one he loathed the most, was also missing a front tooth—the one he had broken himself.

Lainey had been missing for six years. In my parents’ minds, she was already gone for good. They buried her clothes, bought her a headstone, and marked the anniversary of her disappearance as the day of her death. I was only allowed to go home on that day to visit her grave, to repent, and to apologize. Last year, I fainted on my way to the train station, and a passerby took me to the hospital, making me miss my train home. Three days later, I returned home. My furious father yanked my hair and dragged me to Lainey’s grave. He held my head and slammed it against the tombstone. I was knocked dizzy, but his anger didn’t fade. He slapped me repeatedly until the corners of my mouth split, and one of my front teeth was knocked out. But now, he seemed to have forgotten all that. Maybe he never cared at all. In his eyes, no matter the injury I sustained—even if I died—I deserved it. Tears streamed down my face. Dad, I was really dead. I wondered if this was the atonement you’d hoped for. My father was engrossed in examining the body when his phone rang. He impatiently took off his gloves and answered it. “Sophie hasn’t come back yet. She just doesn’t want to repent to Lainey!” my mother snapped. I managed a bitter smile. Did they really think I didn’t want to come back? No. I was dead, killed by a gangster. My father scoffed. “She’d be better off never coming back. It’d be best if she just died. I can’t stand the sight of her!” I listened to their insults, my heart breaking all over again. I had reached out for help that day, but they didn’t care. Maybe my death was a relief for them. In fact, even if I hadn’t been killed, my time was limited. A year ago, when I fainted, they diagnosed me with a brain tumor. I told my parents, but they dismissed me, thinking I was just seeking sympathy. “Sophie, if you want to die, go ahead. Don’t expect us to feel sorry for you.” I didn’t want to die. They were getting older and needed someone to care for them. But now, watching the disgust in their eyes as they spoke about me, I felt a strange sense of relief that I had died this way. They had always hoped I would vanish, and I believed they felt happy when they discovered I had died so tragically. After hanging up, my father turned his attention back to my body. His eyes started to redden as he took in the sight. He said, his voice trembling, “The deceased had knife wounds—eight stabs, and they all missed the vital organs. “The cause of death was excessive bleeding. The murderer is a true monster. He let a girl bleed to death. How agonizing that must have been!” I felt an even deeper bitterness. It was indeed painful. I had writhed in agony, but all I could do was cry helplessly. But my crying only seemed to annoy the murderer. He grinned as he gouged out my eyes. My father’s hands shook as he held the scalpel. He took a deep breath and instructed his assistants to prepare for a craniotomy. I held onto a sliver of hope. When he saw the tumor in my brain, would he think of me? Just then, the door to the forensic lab swung open. A young officer stood there, looking panic-stricken as he addressed my father. My father frowned, clearly annoyed. “What’s the rush? Young people these days are so reckless. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Make it quick!” Summoning the courage, the officer said, “Jace, Calvin, the DNA report of the deceased just came in. She… she is Calvin’s daughter!” At the same time, my mother’s eager and surprised voice cracked from my father’s phone. “Lainey is back. She’s still alive! “The neglect we showed Sophie over the years is enough to atone for her sins. Now that our family is finally reunited, let’s treat her right from now on.”

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During the birthday celebration of my parents’ fake daughter, I accidentally ruined her cake. My parents and brother, without a moment’s hesitation, locked me away in the basement. “You’ve ruined the party with your jealousy,” they spat. “Stay here and think about what you’ve done!” The perfect family of four jetted off to Crystal Island to throw another birthday party for their precious fake daughter, leaving me alone in the cold, dark basement. But fate had an even crueler twist in store. A gas leak had been slowly filling the house, and I remained trapped below. When they remotely switched on the lights, the entire mansion erupted into a devastating explosion. In an instant, I was gone. Even in death, my spirit lingered, drifting weightlessly to their location. There they were, on a pristine beach, surrounding their beloved fake daughter. The luxurious three-tiered cake was wheeled out, and my parents and brother gathered around the imposter, their faces glowing with affection as they watched her make her birthday wish. The imposter put on a show of concern, asking about my well-being with false sincerity. “You’re just too kind-hearted, Clair,” they told her. “Someone like that needs to be taught a lesson by being locked up at home. That’ll make her think twice before trying to steal from you again.” Those words shattered any remaining hope I had in them. Yet, when they returned home to find the mansion reduced to rubble, my parents and brother completely lost their minds. ***** “Dad, Mom, Tommy, thank you for celebrating my birthday with me.” Clair Henderson’s eyes sparkled with joy as she gazed at her parents, Oscar and Nicole Henderson, and her brother, Thomas Henderson, aboard the luxury cruise ship. “This will truly be a day I’ll never forget.” She was a vision in her million-dollar Chanel couture gown, crowned with a diamond tiara so brilliant it could blind. Like a princess from a fairy tale, she basked in the spotlight of their undivided attention. My parents and brother gazed at her with unbridled adoration. No one could see me standing nearby, silently watching them, because I was already dead, and they couldn’t see my soul. But what difference would it make if they could? In this family, I had always been invisible anyway. “Clair is truly the crown jewel of the Henderson family. This birthday party must have cost millions of dollars at least,” one of the bystanders whispered. “And that’s not all—I saw that pink diamond necklace she’s wearing at an auction. It was worth eight million dollars.” “Clair is so lucky to have such a family who cherishes her so much.” Hearing the guests’ admiring comments aboard the yacht, I revealed a bitter smile. Yes, how lucky she was indeed. I was the true Ms. Henderson, yet she was nothing but an imposter who stole my place in the family. Yet, my own flesh and blood, my family, only had eyes for her. They had even forgotten that Clair and I shared the same birthday. But while she had a party, I didn’t even get a single present. Not even a slice of birthday cake was saved for me. Then Clair, surrounded by their adoration, suddenly brought up my name. “Oh, yes, is it really okay to leave Izzy alone at home? Even though she ruined my birthday party, I’m sure she didn’t mean to. Dad, Mom, Tommy, please don’t be angry at her because of me.” Her tone was sincere, her face etched with concern as if she genuinely cared about my well-being. Thomas let out a cold snort. “That bitch will be fine! Clair, you’re just too kind-hearted. That’s why she was able to bully you!” My parents nodded in agreement. “That’s right, Clair. Don’t worry about her. She’s old enough to know better, but she has no manners at all. We’re just teaching her a little lesson,” my father Oscar sneered. “That’s what she gets for being so jealous and ruining your birthday party,” my mother Nicole said. “She’ll think twice before trying to steal from you again!” Their words sent an icy chill down my spine. They called it a “lesson”. Their idea of a lesson was locking me alone in a dark basement after sending all the servants away. I was left alone in that massive mansion, trapped in a basement with no food or water. They called this just a lesson?

Clair’s birthday party was supposed to be held at our mansion. When they wheeled out her custom five-tier cake, I suddenly felt hands shoving me from behind. Before I could catch myself, I crashed straight into the cake. Cake frosting and fruit covered my face and clothes. I would never forget the mockery in the guests’ expressions, nor the accusations hurled at me by my parents and Thomas. They claimed I was jealous of Clair, that I deliberately ruined her birthday celebration. My protests fell on deaf ears—not a single person was willing to believe me. “No wonder the headmaster said you had behavioral issues, Isabella. You’re a complete waste of space.” Thomas frowned. “Only Clair and I were standing behind you. What? Are you going to accuse us of pushing you?” The way Thomas looked at me then—like I was something filthy he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. He yanked me violently, sending me crashing to the floor. My face contorted in pain as my knees hit the ground. My already pathetic state now looked even more pitiful. The stares of onlookers cut into me like knives, but the deepest wounds came from my own family. My parents cast one disappointed look at me before ordering the servants to lock me in the basement. Then they whisked away their “aggrieved” Clair to Crystal Island, chartering a luxury cruise ship to throw their precious princess a new birthday celebration. Meanwhile, I suffered alone in the basement. The truth was the person, who had switched Clair and me, had abandoned me at an orphanage where I grew up. No one knew that beneath the headmaster’s kind facade lay a woman who took pleasure in tormenting me behind closed doors. Whenever I made a mistake, she would lock me in a tiny dark room. That pitch-black chamber had no light whatsoever, making it impossible to tell how much time had passed. If even adults would break down in such conditions, how could we children possibly cope? I had almost managed to bury those painful memories. But the people who should have been closest to me forced me to remember everything. Terror ripped through me as I screamed in desperation, clawing at the basement door until my fingernails left bloody trails across its surface. My pleas went unanswered. That was when the crushing realization hit me—the house was empty. They had abandoned me. I pulled out my phone with trembling hands, calling my parents and Thomas countless times, even sending desperate messages begging them to release me. But they had blocked my number, and my messages disappeared into a void, never to be answered. They were determined to punish me. Their hearts hardened against any plea. Just as I was on the brink of breaking down, a distinct smell hit me—like rotten eggs permeating the air. The realization struck immediately—gas was leaking throughout the house. With the doors firmly locked, there was no escape. I could only huddle in the corner, pressing clothing against my nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to breathe. Then, at the worst possible moment, the mansion’s lights flickered on. In the next instant, the entire house was obliterated, reduced to nothing but rubble on the ground. I couldn’t escape the blast. The explosion threw my body several feet, tearing it apart so completely that not even an intact corpse remained. Yet my family remained completely unaware. Thomas pulled out his phone and dialed my number impatiently. But my old flip phone had been destroyed in the blast, and his call went unanswered. This had never happened before. I had set unique ringtones for each family member and always answered their calls instantly. This was the first time I had ever failed to respond. Thomas furrowed his brow slightly, showing signs of unease. Noticing this, Clair quickly moved closer to him, her face filled with concern. “Is Izzy angry?” she asked softly. At her words, Thomas’ unease immediately vanished. “She’s the one who did wrong. What right does she have to be angry? “If you ask me, she should be begging for your forgiveness! This is your 18th birthday celebration, for heaven’s sake!” A flicker of sadness crossed Clair’s face, but she still managed a smile. “It’s okay, Tommy. You’ve all made it up to me already. I’m sure Izzy didn’t mean any harm.” Her words, so mature and understanding, only made Oscar, Nicole, and Thomas feel even more protective of her. Of course, their disgust towards me only grew stronger. I overheard Nicole muttering under her breath, “Why couldn’t Clair be my biological daughter instead?” “Isabella is just so…” She clicked her tongue in disapproval. Perhaps because I had already lost all faith in them, these words no longer hurt me like they used to. There was just one thing I couldn’t understand. If they never loved me, why did they go through all the trouble of bringing me home in the first place?

My confusion was soon answered. After Clair’s birthday celebration, everyone retired to their rooms. With nowhere else to go, I followed my parents. Oscar sank into the sofa, wearily massaging his temples. Nicole pulled out various medications from her suitcase and laid them out in front of him. “Oscar, you need to get admitted to the hospital soon,” she urged. “The hospital just sent word that Isabella’s compatibility results are back—she’s a match. Now that we have a kidney donor, you can finally get the surgery.” Oscar let out a heavy sigh. “But what if Isabella refuses to donate? She’s always been selfish.” Nicole let out a cold snort, slamming her glass down on the table. “What right does she have to refuse? It’s just one kidney! After the donation, we’d take care of her for the rest of her life. Isn’t that enough? “If it weren’t for your condition, I wouldn’t even want to see such an ill-mannered girl in our house! Ever since she came back, look at all the grief she’s caused Clair!” The mention of me set off a torrent of complaints from Nicole. Oscar’s expression darkened. “That’s enough,” he said. “She is still our biological daughter, after all. If it hadn’t been for Clair’s birth mother, she wouldn’t have ended up in that orphanage. “Though she might not have suffered there, she still had a hard time.” Nicole rolled her eyes. “What’s there to feel sorry about? Didn’t you hear what the headmaster said? She treated Isabella like her own daughter, and Isabella nearly killed her in return! “Such a cold-hearted woman deserves whatever suffering comes her way. Besides, how can we blame Clair for what her mother did?” Oscar seemed to agree with Nicole’s reasoning. He took his medicine from the table before speaking again, “Alright, I’m not blaming Clair. If anyone’s to blame, it’s that girl’s fate. “Like you said, dear, after she donates her kidney, we’ll buy her a house and support her for life. That should be enough.” Nicole finally seemed satisfied. “That’s more like it. Clair is the only daughter in my heart. You should buy a house far away from here. I don’t want to keep seeing her. Who knows? She might try to harm me next.” After chatting for a while longer, they turned off the lights and went to bed. No one saw me standing there, frozen in place for over half an hour. So that was how it was. They only brought me back because they needed my kidney. Their coldness towards me was because they believed the lies of that cruel headmaster who always bullied me. So, they never loved me at all. I suddenly found myself laughing at the absurdity of it all, doubling over and clutching my stomach. But as I laughed, tears began streaming down my face, beyond my control. Why did it have to be this way? I truly believed I was finally about to be loved. But it was all just an elaborate deception. After calming myself, I walked to my parents’ bedside and gazed at their sleeping faces. They looked just like the parents I’d imagined as a child. Oscar was tall and handsome, while Nicole was beautiful and gentle. But now, they were monsters to me. They weren’t my mom and dad but Clair’s. They would never protect me, only Clair. From beginning to end, they had never once believed in me. As bitterness spread through my heart, I found my hand reaching out, fingers brushing against Nicole’s delicate neck. But in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. There was a saying that rang true. While parents might have many children, a child only had one set of parents. No one ever taught me how to stop loving my parents when they didn’t love me back. I curled up in the corner, trying to find some comfort in myself. But suddenly, the silence of the night was shattered by Oscar’s ringtone. He answered the phone in a drowsy haze. Then, I heard the voice on the other end. “Is this Mr. Henderson? There’s been an explosion at your home due to a gas leak. We’ve found a female body at the scene. Would you be able to come back and assist with our investigation?”

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A video was shared on my husband’s Instagram account, in which he was drinking wine with his first love in a bar as they gazed fondly at each other. Having not eaten for a day, I put down the diaper I just changed for Erica’s mother and looked at the dirty dishes in the kitchen. I took some rest on the sofa, and the baby in my belly protested for food. Staring at my phone for a while, I gave a thumbs up to that picture and commented: [You’re made for each other.] Suddenly, I received a call from my husband, and as soon as I answered, he yelled at me, “That was only a game. Why are you making a fuss over it?” “Fine, I hope you can really be a couple,” I thought to myself. “Of course, they are made for each other. Thank god you know that.” Erica Linch’s friend, Henry Zander, replied to me unceremoniously in the comments. His point was obvious. Without seeing him in person, I could feel the contempt and disdain in his tone. Erica probably didn’t block anyone from seeing this post. All of his friends, including those I had never met or only met a few times, could see it. They might be laughing in front of the screen, or perhaps discussing it privately, imagining the awkwardness and insecurity I, Erica’s wife, feel when I said in the comments that my husband and someone else were a perfect match. They say that the way your husband treats you reflects how his friends treat you. At that moment, I had a deeper understanding of that saying. Erica probably didn’t show the respect and care I deserved in front of them. With these thoughts, an indescribable sense of suffocating pain subtly rose in my heart. They all seemed to agree tacitly that Ann Yates was more suitable for Erica. And I, the woman who had been married to Erica for many years had never been able to bear him a child, seemed to have been quietly excluded from this circle. I had sacrificed so much for this family ever since we got married. Both our parents urged me to get pregnant soon. I had no choice but to temporarily resign from the job I loved and focus entirely on getting pregnant. At the same time, I needed to take care of Erica’s parents, fulfilling my duty as his wife. However, being unemployed made me doubt my worth more than ever. I graduated from a prestigious university with a bright career outlook and my own dreams and pursuits. But I allowed myself to give up my career and dreams and become a housewife for the sake of a man. That was completely different from the ambition and aspirations I had when I first graduated. I rarely met Erica’s friends, not because I didn’t want to go, but because I knew that I wasn’t welcomed in that circle. On the one hand, Erica didn’t really want to take me. On the other hand, I felt that I wasn’t the same kind of person as his friends. That video further confirmed this point. Thinking like this, I felt utterly worn out, not knowing what my efforts over the years had truly brought me. I couldn’t help but feel confused, not knowing if my persistence in this marriage still held any meaning. Just then, there was a soft click from the fingerprint lock outside the door, and Erica had returned. He was taken aback to see that the living room light was still on. Then, his gaze fell on me sitting on the sofa. He must have remembered the video earlier, and upon seeing my impassive face, he started to explain, which was truly surprising to me, “About that video, we were only playing a game to welcome Ann back. She lost the truth-or-dare, and those guys were all my friends. She couldn’t do that with other guys, so I helped her out and drank with her.” His tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if that really wasn’t a big deal. I twitched my lips and looked up at him with sarcasm and disappointment in my eyes. “You were only helping her out? Erica, we didn’t even have a toast when we got married back then. And those so-called friends of yours, each one of them looks like they’re attending a funeral.” My words inevitably carried a hint of sharpness and bitterness. I vented the long-suppressed emotions in my heart. Instantly enraged, Erica widened his eyes and shouted with a trembling voice, “Lola Harrison! Can you stop being unreasonable?! How could you say that?!” I looked into his eyes, and just thinking about the ambiguous atmosphere between them at that time and his friend’s comments made me feel a wave of nausea. I took a deep breath and said decisively, “You sleep in the living room. I don’t want to be in the same room with you.” Unexpectedly, that touched Erica’s sore spot, and he suddenly spoke angrily. “Fine, Lola, whatever!”

I met Erica in middle school, fell in love with him in high school, and had known him for seven years. I lived next door to him when I was a child. When I first moved in, I knew nobody knew, and I was terrified. It was Erica who leaned over from the other side of the wall, smiled, and spoke up, “Hello, my name is Erica Linch! What is your name?” Since then, we often went home together after school. In middle school, we took the school bus together, and as we got older, we rode bikes together. I had always known a girl named Ann Yates, who was Erica’s childhood sweetheart. Later, due to her parents’ work, she moved abroad, and I moved in afterward. These had never been a secret between Erica and me. One evening after self-study during our sophomore year in high school, Erica handed me a big bouquet on my way home, his eyes sparkling. He asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I still remember that feeling of excitement, as if I would never like someone that much again in my life. I was touched by Erica and got together with him. Later, I even moved away from my hometown to get into the university that he attended. I simply devoted all my youth to Erica. Later, we went to college together. After Erica graduated from college, he started his own business, and it was really a tough road. During the bottleneck period of his career, I stayed by his side, caring for him and encouraging him. I was always there, helping him to get out of whack. After going through a career crisis, he proposed to me. I always thought of myself as the happiest woman, even though Erica had never wanted me to meet his friends over the years and even though his friends didn’t particularly like me. They only liked Ann. The issue about Ann was like a time bomb. No one knew when it would break out. It seemed that it wouldn’t go off at all. It would only gnaw my heart until no feeling was left in it for Erica. Thinking of this, I touched my belly where the late-arriving baby was with pity. I had always wanted to have a baby, and I didn’t expect him to arrive at this moment. But I was grateful that he came at this time. If he had come a bit earlier, I wouldn’t have had so much courage. Instead, I would have had a lot of concerns as my belly started to show. I really couldn’t bear to let my child be born into an unhappy family. It was enough for me to be unhappy. It seemed that having an abortion was the only option for me. I made an appointment for the abortion procedure that very evening. I knew I would probably be sleepless all night, so I went to the kitchen to heat some milk. Erica was in the guest room, and when he saw me come out of the main bedroom with a terrible look, he asked, “Are you calm? You’re really a piece of work now, Lola.” Hearing this, I hesitated on whether to tell him the news, but suddenly Erica’s phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Ann. Erica almost immediately picked it up. “Hello? Ann, what’s wrong?” Ann deliberately lowered her voice on the other end of the phone and then spoke, “Erica, I suddenly have a stomachache. Can you come over?” I heard it clearly, and then I watched as Erica responded, “Coming right up.” He didn’t even look at me. He just picked up his coat and was about to leave. “Erica.” I suddenly called out to him, ready to give him one last chance. “Stay and have some food with me. Don’t go.” Erica was slightly taken aback, then furrowed his brows. He thought I didn’t hear Ann’s voice on the other end of the phone. So, he still tried to deceive me. “You know my company needs me. Why are you throwing a tantrum here? Without my company, you wouldn’t even be able to afford food. “Lola, I don’t have time right now. If you want to eat, go ahead. If not, that’s fine. Don’t forget to see my parents tomorrow.” The door slammed shut with a bang, and I felt disheartened. Before long, a message notification chimed in on the phone. It was Ann. She sent me a photo on purpose. In the photo, two people were holding hands, and the man was wearing a ring on his ring finger. It was the same as the one in my hand.

At that moment, I felt utterly despondent, as everything I did seemed absurd in the eyes of others. With Erica’s departure, the once spacious home instantly felt empty, as if the air had solidified, emanating a faint chill that pierced deep into my heart. I suddenly realized that I had never truly regarded this place as my home, and in my heart, I even faintly rejected this cage. The following day, I woke up early and went to the hospital for an abortion. The doctor had probably long been accustomed to pregnant women like me who had no family accompanying them and just coldly instructed, “Sign here, then go wait in the hallway. A nurse will take you to change into the surgical gown shortly.” I pursed my dry lips and nodded, feeling a sharp pain in my heart, and my eyes involuntarily turned red. Only then did the doctor notice my emotions. She sighed deeply, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness, “At this stage, it’s just a fertilized egg. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. “If you regret it now, it’s still not too late. However, I must remind you that since you can come here, it must be the choice you made after weighing the pros and cons.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions, and nodded firmly, “Yes, thank you, doctor. I’ve made my decision.” While I was paying, I unexpectedly ran into Erica and Ann at the corner of the hospital. I didn’t know what they were doing in the gynecological department. Although I had doubts in my mind, I didn’t intend to speculate. I was just about to turn around and walk past them when Erica noticed me. He seemed surprised. “Lola? What are you doing here?”

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Sadie Bailey’s friend was getting married, and even though I was pregnant, my boyfriend, Waylon Powell, insisted that I attend the wedding just because Sadie said it would be nice for me to see the ceremony and get prepared for my own wedding. During the wedding, the groom raised a toast. Sadie encouraged me to take a drink, saying, “Eloise, there are so many guests here. Just let loose a little!” I declined, and Sadie ended up drinking a glass on my behalf. I noticed Waylon’s expression darken suddenly. As the wedding festivities were winding down, Waylon pulled me aside, his voice tight with anger. “Why aren’t you playing along? Stop pretending!” He pinched my chin and forced me to drink half a bottle of wine before kicking me out of the room, claiming I was ruining the fun. I ended up vomiting all over the floor and blacked out by the roadside. When I woke up, I was naked, and my lower body was covered in blood. My child was gone, and I no longer wanted anything to do with Waylon. My entire body throbbed with pain. I felt cold and utterly drained. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was in an alley. A cold gust of wind swept through, causing me to shiver involuntarily. That was when it struck me—I was naked. Panic surged through me as I trembled in disbelief. I glanced down and saw bruises littering my skin. My lower body was smeared with blood. In an instant, fear gripped me. I touched my stomach—the child I had carried was lifeless now. He had even kicked me yesterday. I burst into tears and called an ambulance with all my strength before succumbing to exhaustion and passing out. When I opened my eyes again, I was on a stretcher in a hospital. Doctors and nurses rushed toward the operating room; their faces etched with sympathy. Upon seeing that I was awake, the doctor leaned in quickly. “Hello, you’re in critical condition and need immediate surgery. Has a family member arrived? They need to sign.” My lips were parched, and it took me a moment to find my voice. “No, I’ll sign myself.” The doctor nodded, quickly instructing the other staff to prepare for the operation. As the operating lights flickered on, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Waylon, how could you do this to me? Because of his promise of a grand wedding once he became successful, I devoted myself to him over the years and even had a child before marriage. And this was my reward? All those sacrifices were for nothing. The operation went smoothly, but when I opened my eyes, the doctor wore a look of regret. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Crawford, your child…” I shut my eyes, feeling a wave of sorrow. “I understand,” I croaked. Tears streamed down my face. Even though I had braced myself for this moment, the grief was overwhelming. The doctor and nurses rushed to comfort me, but their words were hollow. This child had meant everything to both Waylon and me. When he first learned I was pregnant, he had taken such good care of me. But after his memorable crush, Sadie, came back, everything changed within months. Feelings could shift so quickly. He disregarded my pregnancy and chose to get me drunk for Sadie’s sake. The doctor called the police after my incident. When I woke up, they showed me their badges and asked, “Ms. Crawford, do you remember where the incident occurred and where you woke up last night?” I briefly closed my eyes, grappling with a splitting headache, but managed to recall a few images and tentatively mentioned the street and the alley. As the officers left, I overheard one of the younger ones muttering in the hallway, “She drank while pregnant! She’s so reckless. Now, the baby is gone. She…” “Shut up! She’s the victim! Remember what I told you?” an older officer scolded, and their footsteps faded away. Infused with sadness, I deserved it. And I also deserved it for falling for a man like Waylon. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was Waylon. I answered the call, and he immediately questioned, “Eloise Crawford, where are you?”

When I fell silent, Waylon began to berate me. “I just let you have a little wine, and now you think you can just storm off in a huff? You’re pregnant and still out everywhere. Do you even care about me or this child?” I felt utterly drained and said slowly, “Waylon, so you knew I was pregnant. Why did you make me drink?” Waylon appeared taken aback by the hoarseness in my voice. Before he could respond, Sadie interjected, pretending to sound remorseful, “Eloise, I knew you left because of this. It’s all my fault. I thought your pregnancy was stable, so I suggested you have some wine. I didn’t expect…” Waylon cut her off with a sharp tone. “Sadie, this isn’t on you. It’s all Eloise’s fault. I’ve never seen a pregnant woman run off after just a little drinking. She’s too fragile!” His momentary concern for my weak voice vanished in an instant. As I listened to him, I felt calm, and my eyes grew vacant. Then, Waylon took the phone and commanded with a harsh tone, “Eloise, no matter where you are, get back here immediately and apologize to Sadie. She’s just a girl. How can she handle your cruelty?” She couldn’t handle it? Just a girl? I was actually six months younger than Sadie. I pondered for a moment, realizing it wasn’t about age—it was clear he no longer loved me. Waylon’s frustration grew as he noticed my silence. In all the years we’ve been together, this was probably the first time that I have been so ‘rebellious’ in his eyes, and it infuriated him. “Eloise! Are you deaf?” he shouted. Since Sadie returned, I have fought with him over his lack of attention. Every time we argued about Sadie, he accused me of being petty and maliciously speculating about their relationship. He would even storm out, slamming the door behind him. And Sadie’s Instagram would happen to have some provocative updates, which she clearly intended for me to see. “No,” I replied flatly. Moments later, Sadie sent me a short video of herself in revealing clothing, with someone showering in the bathroom. When I recognized it was Waylon instantly, she quickly deleted the message and followed up with a voice one: [Sorry, Eloise, I sent that by mistake. You didn’t see it, right?] I calmly listened to her feigned apology while thinking about her blatant provocation. I brought my phone close to my mouth and smiled, replying: [I saw it. Have fun.] Sadie didn’t reply, but I knew she had read my message. The operation and the emotional toll had left me completely exhausted. After a night’s rest, I was jolted awake the next day by a loud commotion. “Sir! You can’t come in! The patient needs to rest! Sir!” “I’m here to see my girlfriend! Which department are you from?” As I opened my eyes, I saw Waylon shoving the nurse aside and storming into the ward. His expression shifted from shock at my pale face to a sneer. “I was wondering where you disappeared to. Turns out you’re here!”

I frowned and was surprised at how he had managed to find me so quickly. Then it hit me—I had used his bank card to settle the hospital bill last night. Just then, I heard the sound of high heels clicking down the corridor. It was Sadie, stepping in with a flawless appearance and perfectly done makeup. Upon spotting me, she feigned concern, asking, “Eloise, what’s going on? Why didn’t you tell Waylon and me that you were admitted?” Before Sadie could finish her sentence, Waylon pulled her closer to him. He studied me for a moment. Perhaps it was the thick comforter that concealed the reality, and he scoffed, “Sadie, don’t bother with her. She’s just putting on a show. That pale face of hers is just a ploy to get my attention. She’s perfectly fine.” “Really, Waylon? But I think she…” Sadie acted surprised, with her expression kind yet insincere. Waylon looked at me with disdain, probably comparing me to Sadie and deciding I was even more vicious. “It can’t be alcohol poisoning. She used to be a good drinker. She can’t fool me.” I closed my eyes, recalling the early days of Waylon’s business when he had business dinners everywhere, and I accompanied him. I was never much of a drinker, but every time I saw those powerful bosses making things difficult and making him drink, I couldn’t help but take a few shots on his behalf. I would often end up vomiting in private, suffering countless nights of embarrassment and stomach pain. I never confessed to him. I didn’t want to add to his stress. I accepted that I had bad luck and had spent the past five years with a jerk. After this ordeal, I had learned my lesson. From now on, I was done having feelings for Waylon. “What’s your next act? Just wrap it up. Then let’s go home and stop embarrassing yourself here. So childish!” Waylon said dismissively. At that moment, a voice boomed from outside the door, “Who’s here?” I immediately realized that the earlier conflict must have prompted the nurse to go straight to the director. Waylon and Sadie froze momentarily, and he sneered, “Eloise, you even hired actors for this. Quite generous of you.” The director entered, visibly angry, and the nurse chimed in, “Actors? Who are you? Please leave and don’t disturb the patient. She just had an abortion yesterday and needs to rest!” “Yeah, right. Eloise, you should at least make your act more convincing…” Waylon scoffed, casting a casual glance at the director before turning back to me. Just as he was about to continue, he caught sight of the comforter I had lifted, revealing my flat belly. I cut him off coldly. “Waylon, is this convincing enough?” He paused, momentarily stunned, even caught mid-sentence with his mouth agape, looking ridiculous. In the next instant, his body shook with disbelief, and he finally panicked. “Eloise, did you have an abortion?”

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I was hospitalized for a week because of my miscarriage. Before I was discharged from the hospital, Zach finally showed up. Melanie was beside him, holding his arm intimately, and said shyly, “Winona, Zach is going to hold a celebration party for me tonight to celebrate my pregnancy. You must come! After all, I can get pregnant thanks to Zach’s help.” Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Zach said impatiently, “You lost your baby, and you don’t allow Melanie to get pregnant? “Winona, how can you become so vicious? “No matter what, you must be there tonight!” That night, I attended the banquet in mourning clothes, which surprised everyone. “You continue. My husband successfully donated sperm to Melanie, and I am commemorating my baby. I won’t affect you.” When I walked into the banquet hall holding my baby’s portrait, the whole audience was silent. Everyone consciously made way for me. Melanie’s friend boldly stopped me and asked, “Who are you? Melanie and her husband are celebrating their three-month pregnancy. What do you mean by dressing like this? ” I ignored her, turned around, asked the workers to put the signboards and wreaths in place, and said loudly, “It’s not easy for Melanie to get pregnant, and it is even harder for my husband. “Zach worked hard for three months to make his friend’s widow pregnant and accompanied Melanie every day to have a baby. Even when I had a miscarriage at five months pregnant, he didn’t come to the hospital to see me. What a great love! I’m really moved by them.” The signboards were printed with Zach’s records of donating sperm to Melanie, as well as their intimate photos. The hall was immediately in chaos. “Oh my God. Such explosive news? So they are not a couple?” The commotion in the front hall quickly attracted the two of them. Melanie nestled in Zach’s arms and cried. “Winona, I just want a child. Do you have to slander me and Zach like this? I understand that you are in a bad mood because you lost your baby, but it’s not my fault. You are going too far!” Zach wiped her tears with a look of pity and looked up at me with disapproval in his eyes. “Winona, you’ve been pregnant before, and you know how hard it is to be pregnant. How could you provoke her like this? “Melanie has given so much for this child, and you treat her like this. You’re so vicious! “Melanie’s husband is like a brother to me. Now that he’s gone, it’s only natural for me to take care of Melanie. You should apologize to Melanie!” I sneered, “If her husband knew his wife was pregnant with his friend’s child, he would probably be furious. Zach, did your good friend who died early know that she was your first love?” After I finished speaking, Zach looked guilty. He argued evasively. “Winona, everything is a misunderstanding. It’s good that you vent it out. Stop making trouble. Just go home, and I’ll be with you tonight, okay?” After that, he turned around and asked people to remove the signboards and explained to the guests. “My wife just had a miscarriage. She was in a bad mood and said the wrong thing. Don’t misunderstand her. Sorry to bother you.” He defined my behavior with just a few simple words. I pushed his hand away and said coldly, “Since the gift has been delivered, I will not disturb you three. Remember to tell Melanie to be careful. Don’t be locked in the kitchen and have a miscarriage like me!”

Zach chased after me. Before he could speak, a woman’s delicate voice cried out in pain behind him. “Zach, don’t worry about me. Go comfort Winona.” Zach struggled for a second. “Winona, be good. Melanie is having a hard time because of her pregnancy. Go home.” Then he went back, picked up Melanie, and ran towards the elevator, looking panicked. “Get out of the way!” He pushed me away. The pain in my lower abdomen reminded me that my husband once again chose to hurt me for another woman. The elevator door slowly closed in front of me, but I didn’t miss the flash of pride and malice in Melanie’s eyes. I went home. The dining table was full of pregnancy books, and every page was carefully marked. The notebook next to the book recorded every detail of the precautions for pregnant women at every stage. This love was for me before Melanie asked Zach to donate sperm to her. The latest note was yesterday, which read: [Winona’s miscarriage scared Melanie. I have to pay attention to Melanie’s mood these days.] [Melanie wants to invite Winona to the party. I need to pay special attention to Winona tomorrow and don’t let her make trouble.] [Melanie wants to eat Meatball. Remember to ask Winona to make it for her tomorrow.] I was the protagonist of this note before. Zach recorded the growth of our baby and was looking forward to the baby. But now, he was only looking forward to Melanie’s child. I suddenly thought of the day when I had a miscarriage. Melanie showed off to me excitedly with the prenatal examination report. “Winona, Zach went through a lot to donate sperm for me. You have to take good care of him.” Zach looked at her with a doting face and ordered me to make soup for her. “Make something nutritious for Melanie. She is only three months pregnant. You need to take good care of her.” I couldn’t stop nausea and vomiting because of the smell in the kitchen. But no matter how I begged, Zach ignored me. He locked the kitchen door and said condescendingly, “Be good. You are also a pregnant woman. How can you have no empathy? Don’t come out before you finish.” Halfway through the dish, I felt severe abdominal pain and begged him to let me go to the hospital. But he threw me a bottle of expired anti-inflammatory medicine. “Don’t pretend, Winona. Take medicine if you are sick. Don’t disturb me and Melanie.” Melanie turned up the speakers to the maximum and pestered Zach to dance with her. Thinking of this, I wiped my tears, called the lawyer, and made an appointment for a divorce consultation the next day.

The next morning, Zach came home reeking of perfume. He hugged me from behind and whispered, “Baby, don’t be sad. We will have kids again. The most important thing now is that you recover as soon as possible and then take care of Melanie with me.” He coaxed me with a soft voice. “I bought you your favorite soup. Drink some.” In Zach’s eyes, I was someone who could be coaxed with a bowl of soup. He hurt me and then coaxed me. Zach knew this well over the years. But I was really tired. I pushed him away with nausea. “I just had a miscarriage because of Melanie, but you held a banquet to celebrate her pregnancy and asked me to take care of her. Zach, do you really think you are right?” He was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed. “Winona, this is your attitude? I bought you breakfast early in the morning and came back to coax you, and you talked to me like this?” His cell phone suddenly lit up, and a nursery rhyme sounded. That was the exclusive ringtone he had set for Melanie. “Baby, if you’re not hungry, take some rest.” Zach left in a hurry with his phone. The door closed heavily, and the room fell into silence. The door panel was not soundproof, and the sound of him singing nursery rhymes to Melanie pierced my heart like countless knives. Before I was about to leave, Zach had just hung up the phone. Seeing that I was going out, he asked in confusion, “Where are you going? Melanie wants to eat cake. You can stop by the store in the West District to buy one cake. If you want to eat, buy two cakes.” I pressed the door handle, turned back, and said calmly, “Zach, let’s get a divorce.” He frowned and sighed, rubbing his temples. “Are you done? If you have anything to say, wait until you come back with the cake. Come back quickly. Melanie will be anxious if she waits for a long time.” I raised my voice and repeated it again. “I said I want a divorce.” Zach finally took my words seriously. He looked me up and down for a long time with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. “You are controlled by estrogen now. I understand you are in a bad mood. But you have to be rational. Do you know what you are saying?” The grievances that I have suppressed for a long time could no longer be held back; I slammed the door and yelled, “Rational? Your wife had a miscarriage caused by your mistress, and you went to celebrate your mistress’s pregnancy. Is this rational? Zach, you’ve gone too far!” He felt embarrassed after I said it. He pointed at my nose with his eyes wide open and scolded me, “Winona, are you crazy? Melanie is my friend’s wife, and I just helped her out of pity. Watch your mouth!” Then Zach raised his hand and slapped me hard. I was caught off guard and bumped into the door. My back hit the door lock, and cold sweat ran down my face. “Baby!” Zach looked at his hand with some regret and hurried over to help me up. “I’m sorry, Baby. I lost control.” I stood up against the wall, my heart aching. “Don’t touch me! ” Zach was a little embarrassed with his hands freezing in air. He moved his fingers slightly and then retracted them. “You rest at home. I’ll go buy cakes.” After he left, I removed the memory card of the surveillance camera in the living room and called the police.

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