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I’m a transfer student. I worked so hard for so long just to get into my childhood crush’s Honors class. But when I finally transferred over, I realized he already had a very pretty desk mate. She smiled at me gently and said, “Ethan still needs to tutor me. I can’t give up this seat for you, sweetie.” Ethan’s eyes landed on her, a look of unmistakable joy on his face. I froze in place, my face burning. I had no choice but to find an empty seat somewhere else, not daring to speak to him again. But later, Ethan cornered me, looking completely lost and panicked: “Tutoring? Why didn’t you come to me…?” 1 Everyone’s eyes in the classroom focused on me. Her tone was so soft and sweet. “Sweetie, cutting in line isn’t nice. Ethan still needs to tutor me.” In an instant, whispers erupted across the room. “She just transferred and already wants to steal someone’s seat? This new girl is so arrogant.” “Isn’t that Ethan’s childhood friend? I used to see her waiting for him at the door every day.” “That still doesn’t mean she can just barge in and demand a seat!” “She was top of the Regular class, so she thinks she owns the place now.” It wasn’t like that… I wanted to explain, but my throat felt completely blocked. I didn’t even know where to start telling them that Ethan and I had agreed on this a long time ago. I worked so hard to test into the Honors class just so we could sit together. He told me he had already arranged our seats. My palms began to sweat as I gripped my backpack straps. I looked at Ethan, pleading for help. Hoping he would speak up and explain that I wasn’t acting like this… But he turned his face away and looked at that girl. His eyes were smiling. “Yeah, I’m tutoring you.” The classroom fell silent for a split second. I don’t know who started it, but someone let out a scoff. Then, the entire room erupted into laughter and mocking giggles. I blushed, completely at a loss. My mind went entirely blank. I didn’t understand. Didn’t he say… once I tested into the Honors class, we would work hard together…? 2 The bell rang. All the students obediently took their seats. Ethan looked at me and casually pointed to the back. “Just find a spot back there for now.” I took a deep breath. Enduring the burning sensation on my face, I walked to the back. Behind me, I heard that girl’s lowered voice, “Ethan, your childhood friend looks a little upset.” “It’s fine. Class is starting, just focus on the lecture.” “Oh.” Her voice was tiny. I couldn’t see her. But I could imagine her adorably innocent expression. I don’t remember how I walked the rest of the way, just that I stiffly sat down in the only empty seat in the last row. There was someone next to me. He seemed to hear the noise. He lifted his eyelids, gave me a single glance, and then buried his head back into his arms. For the entire class period… I was in a daze. I couldn’t absorb a single word the Honors teacher was saying. Until class ended. Ethan stood up from his seat at the front and walked over, placing a notebook on my desk. “Honors class notes. “I didn’t expect you to actually pass the exam. Look over these first and try to teach yourself.” The cover of the notebook was pink. It was the same one I had given him at the start of the school year, filled with pages of meticulous writing. For some reason, a wave of grievance surged in my chest, and my eyes grew red. Ethan paused, startled. “What, are you that touched?” The girl sitting behind him suddenly stood up, clutching her forehead looking frustrated. “Ethan, I still didn’t catch what you were explaining earlier!” He looked back at her. The notebook I had just accepted was immediately snatched back from my hands. “Wait a bit. Let Chloe copy them first.” He took the notes and walked away. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore; they fell on their own. The next moment. A pack of tissues was tossed onto my lap from out of nowhere. My new desk mate, who had been sleeping all class, suddenly looked up, his cold eyes laced with annoyance. “Don’t cry next to me.” He startled me. I frantically grabbed a tissue and wiped my tears away. But my eyes uncontrollably locked onto the boy and girl sitting in the front, heads bent together as they went over a math problem. My eyes stung fiercely. The unfamiliarity of a new environment. The crushing of my expectations and the coldness of my new classmates. All of it rushed into my brain at once, fighting for space. I tried to push it down. But the harder I pushed, the more I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My new desk mate looked visibly irritated. He simply pulled his hoodie off, draped it over his head, and went back to sleep on his desk. 3 The bell rang again. The teacher walked in with his lesson plans. Class began. I don’t know if the Honors class paced itself too fast, but I struggled to keep up this period, finding everything obscure and incredibly difficult. My desk mate woke up. He looked at me with an indifferent gaze. Then he suddenly spoke, “You copied that wrong.” My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at him blankly. He forcefully grabbed my pen and quickly jotted down the calculation steps for the major problem on the board. My eyes understood it. But my brain didn’t. I just stared, bewildered. He frowned. “Is the Honors class really this easy to get into?” He lowered his voice again, resting his head back down. “The standard is seriously dropping.” It wasn’t until I went to the restroom that I learned his name. Caleb Wright. The girls from the Honors class were whispering in the bathroom. “The transfer student ended up sitting with Caleb Wright.” “Isn’t that perfect? The one who bought his way in and the one who barely scraped by. They’re a match made in heaven.” Followed by snickering. I don’t know where my courage came from. I burst out of the bathroom stall. I couldn’t catch them; I only saw the backs of two girls turning the corner. 4 The academic pressure in the Honors class was intense. Every student was grinding to get into a top-tier college. When the evening study hall for the Honors class finally ended… My old class had already been dismissed for hours. I packed my backpack, intending to wait and walk out with Ethan. After a brief moment of hesitation, most of the class had already emptied out. Ethan stood up and finally walked toward me. But Chloe called out to him. Her pale cheeks were slightly flushed, looking almost embarrassed. “Ethan, I still don’t get how to apply the formula for this problem…” Ethan stopped in his tracks. He looked at her, then looked at me, torn. “It’s getting really late…” I couldn’t help but remind him. Chloe bit her lip. “Yeah, it’s so late. No one is coming to pick me up today…” Ethan immediately frowned. He shot me an apologetic look. “You should head back first. I’m going to help Chloe study.” He turned back to her. Chloe gave me a look—whether intentional or not, I couldn’t tell. Then, she asked tentatively, “Could you maybe walk me home after…?” In that moment. My heart felt like it leaped into my throat. Then I heard him say, “Sure.” My heart instantly went dead silent. My blank gaze met Chloe’s eyes. The corners of her lips curled up. And she gave me a small smile. 5 I had never left the school campus after nine o’clock. It was completely pitch black out. Only the lights from the Honors building were still on. But the further I walked, the further away the light source became. I quickened my pace. But in the shadows, I thought I saw a figure moving ahead. My heart hammered in my chest. I stopped, but the figure kept getting closer. Instinctively, I pulled out my phone and dialed my speed dial. The screen emitted a faint glow in the dark night. Ring… It connected! But the very next second, the call was hung up. I froze. Dumbfounded, I forgot my fear. Until the figure walked right up to me, and I let out a yelp. Before I could even scream. The person spoke. “With a coward’s guts like that, why even transfer to the Honors class?” I looked up, stunned, meeting Caleb’s eyes. He said he hated weaklings. He told me that if I couldn’t even handle the late hours of the Honors class, I should have quit while I was ahead. He said, in this world, nobody is born obligated to help you. With that, he turned and walked away. Leaving me behind in the dark. I don’t know how much time passed. Faintly, from the direction of the school building, I heard a girl’s silvery laughter. I heard Ethan’s promise. He said, “Chloe, I’ve got your studying covered from now on.” She sounded so delicate and fragile. “But what about your childhood friend? She worked so hard to get into the Honors class. Are you just going to ignore her?” Ethan’s voice paused. “I honestly didn’t expect her to actually pass the test…” The night breeze carried their conversation further and further away. Behind me, not a single trace of light remained. I gripped my phone tightly and sprinted forward. No one is going to help me. Then I’ll walk by myself! 6 I don’t remember how I ran home. I only remember bawling my eyes out once I got there. I couldn’t even articulate why I was crying. When I woke up, my eyes were swollen like peaches. When I went downstairs, I unexpectedly saw Ethan waiting there. He had his hands in his pockets. “What happened to your eyes? “Did transferring classes make you cry?” Just like always, he reached out to pat my head. “I was busy last night when you called. Did you need something?” I dodged his hand. “Nothing. Pocket dial.” Ethan froze. He looked at his hand, then studied me for a moment. “What’s wrong, Mia?” “Nothing.” He suddenly grabbed my arm, looking at me with a complex expression. “What is it? Are you mad?” I turned back, feigning confusion. “No? I just need to get to school.” Ethan followed me. He watched me the whole way, looking like he wanted to say something but swallowing it back. I knew why he was surprised. Ethan and I were the textbook definition of childhood best friends. His dad passed away when he was very young. Back in elementary school, when Mrs. Carter had to work overtime and couldn’t make it home, he was left alone, starving. He would just stare eagerly at my house across the hall. I noticed him and brought over a huge bowl of ribs my mom had cooked. He ate with such relish. He scarfed down two huge bowls. So I brought him two more. After he finished, his eyes sparkled as he looked at me. “Mia, you’re the best. “I want to stay with you forever!” In middle school, some pubescent boys bullied me. They snipped off the braids I had grown out for years. He went absolutely feral and fought the kid single-handedly. Even though he was losing the fight, he viciously yelled at the guy, “Mia is mine! If you bully her, I’ll kill you!” That’s why he loved patting my hair when greeting me. He was terrified someone would cut it again. And I… I had never once dodged his hand before.

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The lab results were crumpled behind my back, the sharp edges of the paper digging into my palm until it pulsed with a dull ache. Under the flickering glow of the dining room chandelier, I watched my son. He was picking at his dinner with a cold, practiced indifference that mirrored his father’s. I couldn’t help myself; the secret in my hand was too heavy. I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, if he’d ever wanted a little sister. He paused, his fork hovering mid-air. His lashes cast long, dark shadows over his cheekbones. Without looking up, he shook his head. “I already have a sister,” he said quietly. I started to laugh, ready to tease him about childhood imaginings, but the sound died in my throat. Beside him, my husband—the man I had built a life with for fifteen years—set his cutlery down with a clinical click. His tone was as flat as if he were checking the weather. He told me he’d been seeing a younger woman. He told me she was pregnant. The amniotic fluid test results had come back yesterday. It was a girl. “She’s young, she’s healthy. The baby will be bright,” Wyatt said, looking at me with eyes that held no more warmth than a frozen lake. “I’m keeping this child, Margot. I have to.” It felt as though an invisible hand had reached into my chest and squeezed. Every breath I took felt like inhaling shattered glass. I realized then that the “little girl” I had been dreaming of, the one currently forming inside me, had already been replaced. I was a spectator in someone else’s success story. … “Why?” I forced the word out through the bile rising in my throat. I couldn’t reconcile the man sitting across from me with the husband who had supposedly adored me for over a decade. Wyatt didn’t blink. He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. “Six months ago. A party, too much to drink, a mistake with a girl. I tried to pay her off, Margot. I really did. But she’s… persistent. And fertile, apparently.” A small, involuntary smirk touched the corners of his mouth. “Parker found out it was a girl. He’s the one who begged me to let her keep it. You should have seen him that day. I haven’t seen him that happy in years.” The pride in Wyatt’s voice made my blood run cold. I turned to my son, expecting to see a shred of guilt. There was none. “I want a sister,” Parker said, his voice terrifyingly mature. “It doesn’t matter who the mother is.” The first tear escaped, hot and bitter. I felt like I was looking at two strangers wearing the faces of the people I loved most. Wyatt sighed, pulling a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and sliding it toward me across the mahogany table. “Is this really necessary? Look at the circles we run in, Margot. Half the men at the club have a second family. I thought you were more sophisticated than this.” “Don’t worry,” he added, as if granting a mercy. “Once the baby is born, I’ll set the girl up in Europe. Your position, your status—none of that changes.” I pushed the handkerchief away. I put my head down and let the sob break. Yesterday, I was the woman everyone envied. The wife of a tech mogul with a spotless reputation. The mother of a prodigy. Today, the floor had dropped out from under me. I rubbed my eyes, desperate to wake up from this fever dream. Wyatt reached out, catching my chin, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “Stop the dramatics. No one knows about this except a few close friends. You’ll always be Mrs. Wyatt Scott. I promise, okay?” The name hit me like a physical blow. I suddenly went cold. My hand instinctively hovered over my stomach, thinking of the life inside me. What a cruel joke. When Wyatt tried to pull me into a forced embrace, I shoved him back with a strength that surprised us both. “Get away from me! You’re filthy. Don’t you dare touch me.” He stepped back, holding his hands up in a mocking gesture of surrender. “Fine. I won’t touch you. Maybe Parker can talk some sense into you.” I stood up so abruptly the chair screeched against the hardwood. In one blind motion, I swept the dinner service off the table. China shattered. Wine spilled like blood across the white linen. “I want a divorce,” I choked out. “And I will never, ever raise that woman’s brat.” The silence that followed was absolute. Wyatt’s eyes turned predatory, the mask of the “good husband” finally slipping. Parker looked at me with pure, unadulterated disappointment. “If you want to leave, Mom, leave. I’m staying with Dad.” “And just so you know,” the boy added, his voice ice-cold, “if you walk out that door today, Jessie will be my new mother tomorrow.” The strength left my legs. I gripped the edge of the sideboard. “What did you just say?” Jessie. She was a student at the university where I taught. A girl who had come to my office months ago, announcing she was dropping out because she’d “hit the jackpot” with a wealthy older man. I had tried to mentor her, told her she was throwing her future away for a paycheck. She had looked at me with such pity. “Trust me, Professor. My man has enough money to support ten of me. I’m set for life.” I had felt sorry for her then. I didn’t realize she was talking about my life. “Why?” I whispered. “Of all the girls in this city, why my student?” Wyatt rubbed his temples. “It wasn’t intentional. I was at the hotel, I went into the wrong suite… by the time I realized who she was, it had already happened.” He looked at me then, a dark, hungry light in his eyes. “But I don’t regret it. Eighteen-year-olds have a certain… vitality that you lost a long time ago, Margot.” My brain felt like it was exploding. I grabbed the nearest heavy object—a crystal decanter—and hurled it at him. Then a glass. Then a plate. I screamed until my throat was raw, throwing everything within reach until I collapsed, gasping for air. Wyatt hadn’t even moved to dodge. “Feel better now?” he asked, stepping over the glass shards. He reached out to help me up. “Go to hell!” I screamed. I grabbed a broken shard of a teacup and brandished it like a knife. My hand was bleeding where the porcelain had sliced my palm. Wyatt’s expression hardened. He lunged forward, grabbing my wrist in a vice grip, ignoring my struggle as he began to wrap the wound with a napkin. “Since the secret is out,” he said, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm register, “Jessie is moving in. Tonight.” “She’s young, she’s inexperienced. You’ve done this before. You’re going to help her through the pregnancy.” I stared at him, certain he had lost his mind. “You… what?” He twisted his wedding band, then reached up to pinch my cheek, a gesture that felt like a threat. “Be a good girl, Margot. Jessie will be here in an hour. I’ve already called your department head and told them you’re taking a sabbatical. You’ll have plenty of time to look after her.” I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I let out a jagged, hysterical laugh. “You’re sick. You want your wife to be a servant to your mistress? You’re delusional, Wyatt.” He leaned in, pressing a finger to my lips. “Shh. Keep your voice down. You wouldn’t want your mother to hear about this, would you? She’s still in the cardiac ward, Margot. The doctors say she can’t handle any sudden stress.” The blood drained from my face. My mother. Wyatt had been a nobody when I met him. My mother was the only one who believed in him, even giving him the seed money for his first startup. She loved him like a son. “If you don’t behave,” Wyatt whispered, his smile never wavering, “I can’t guarantee that a ‘leak’ won’t make its way to her hospital room. Think about it.” He checked his Patek Philippe. “Jessie will be here in five minutes. You have that long to get yourself together.” I slumped against the wall, my fist clenched until the knuckles turned white, before finally, helplessly, letting go. I nodded. Wyatt kissed my forehead as if rewarding a pet. Then he turned and walked toward the door to greet her. Parker pushed past me, shoulder-checking me aside. The boy who usually acted like a forty-year-old executive was suddenly buzzing with excitement, his eyes fixed on the front door. I sank to the floor, the lab result for my own pregnancy still hidden in the waistband of my skirt. The front door opened. My eyes locked with Jessie’s. Her belly was just beginning to show under a tight silk dress. She didn’t look like a scared student anymore. She looked like a conqueror. “Professor,” she cooed, her eyes dancing with malice. “I’m so looking forward to learning from you.” I stayed silent. Parker stepped forward, his voice demanding. “Mom, move your stuff out of the master suite. Jessie needs the space, and you’re old anyway. You can sleep in the guest wing.” “Fine,” I said, my voice dead. If my husband and son were gone, what did a bedroom matter? Wyatt blinked, seemingly surprised by my compliance. He remembered the woman I used to be—the one who fought for every inch of her territory. I turned to walk away, but Wyatt caught my arm. “Not so fast. Since you’re being so accommodating, why don’t you finish clearing out the room now? Jessie needs to settle in.” Jessie moved closer, hooking her arm through mine in a mock-intimacy that made my skin crawl. “Thank you, Professor. I really want the baby to be close to you. Maybe your ‘wisdom’ will rub off on her. Oh—and make sure you get the dust under the bed. I have terrible allergies.” She was treating me like a maid. And Wyatt and Parker just watched. I wrenched my arm away. “There are twenty housekeepers on payroll. Let them do it.” “Margot,” Wyatt’s voice was a warning bell. “Don’t test me. You can leave, but remember your mother. If you won’t do it, maybe we should bring her here so she can help?” The threat hit its mark. I turned and walked into the master bedroom. I started pulling my clothes from the closet, my hands shaking. Parker followed me in. He didn’t help. Instead, he started grabbing my perfume bottles, my jewelry boxes, my silk scarves, and throwing them out into the hallway. Glass shattered. Precious things I’d collected for decades were ruined in seconds. “You’re too slow, Mom,” he said, his face a mask of indifference. “Besides, this stuff is all old. It belongs in the trash.” Wyatt appeared in the doorway, looking at the mess. He actually had the nerve to look pitying. “Look, Margot, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy those beachfront villas in Malibu you liked and put them in your name. Just… take a break. Stay in the guest wing for a while.” The hypocrisy was suffocating. I finished clearing the bare essentials and walked out without a word. But thirty minutes later, a scream pierced the air from the master suite. Two of Wyatt’s security guards intercepted me in the hall and forced me back toward the room. There, on the Egyptian cotton sheets, a long sewing needle glinted in the light. Jessie was hysterical, buried in Wyatt’s chest. “Wyatt, I’m so scared! I felt it prick me. What if it hit the baby? What if she’s hurt?” Wyatt looked at me, his face contorted with disgust. “Margot, how could you be so petty? So cruel?” “I thought you were a professional. A teacher. Have you no dignity? I told you Jessie wasn’t a threat to your status, but you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You put a needle in her bed? You wanted to kill the baby?” I stared at the needle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Parker, who had been standing in the corner, suddenly lunged. Before I could react, he grabbed my right hand. A sharp, searing heat exploded in my wrist. He had driven the needle into my arm. My hand went numb instantly. Parker wasn’t done; he swung his small fists at my stomach, his face red with rage. “Bad Mommy! Evil Mommy! You tried to hurt the baby, so I’m hurting you!” The physical pain was nothing compared to the sound of his voice. I had spent years worrying that Parker was too stoic, too much like his father. I had prayed for him to show emotion, to cry, to laugh, to be a child. And now he was, for the first time in his life—and it was directed at me, in defense of a stranger. I looked up at Wyatt. “Do you really believe I did this?” Wyatt didn’t answer. Jessie let out another theatrical wail. “Wyatt, my stomach hurts. Something is wrong. If I lose this baby, I don’t want to live!” Wyatt scooped her up, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me one last time. “This was your fault, Margot. You brought this on yourself. Parker was just defending his sister.” He looked at the blood dripping from my wrist. “It’s a scratch. Fix it yourself.” “And don’t worry about your mother. I’ve sent a private surgical team to her floor. They’re monitoring her 24/7. As long as you stay in line, she stays alive.” He carried Jessie out of the room. A sharp, cramping pain bloomed in my lower abdomen. I gasped, reaching out a hand to Parker, hoping for a flicker of the son I used to know. But Parker shoved my hand away with a look of pure loathing and ran after his father. I fell, my stomach slamming against the sharp edge of the coffee table. I felt a warm, terrifying rush of fluid between my legs. Panic, primal and raw, took over. I used the last of my strength to scream. “Parker! Stop! Please! There’s a baby—your real sister—please, help me!” Parker stopped in the doorway. He turned back, a cruel, mocking sneer on his face. “You’re such a liar, Mom. Dad said you’re too old and dried up to have kids. You’re just jealous because Jessie can do what you can’t.” “My sister is in Jessie’s belly. Stop pretending, it’s pathetic.” The pain intensified, a dull roar in my ears. I tried to speak, but he was already gone. In the end, it was a sympathetic maid who found me and called an ambulance. When I woke up, the fluorescent lights of the hospital were blinding. A doctor stood at the foot of my bed, his face a mask of practiced sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Scott. You were too far along for the trauma you sustained. We couldn’t save the pregnancy.” “Don’t lose hope,” he added gently. “You’re still young enough to try again.” I touched my stomach. It was flat. Empty. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel like crying. The grief was there, but it was overshadowed by a cold, dead certainty. There would be no “next time.” Not with Wyatt. Not ever. I slept for a few more hours, drifting in a morphine haze. When I finally reached for my phone to call a lawyer, it rang in my hand. It was the emergency room downstairs. “Mrs. Scott? Your mother’s condition has plummeted. You need to come down. Now. To say goodbye.” The world tilted. I ripped the IV out of my arm, ignored the blood spraying from my vein, and ran. I reached the ICU unit, breathless and shaking. My mother was lying on a gurney in the hallway. Alone. There was only one intern standing over her. “Where is everyone?” I grabbed the nurse’s arm. “Where is the surgical team? Where are the specialists?” The intern looked down, avoiding my eyes. “Mr. Scott… he called them away. He said his wife was having an emergency on the upper floor and he needed the entire cardiac and trauma team up there immediately.” My heart stopped. Wyatt had pulled the doctors to attend to Jessie’s “fainting spell.” I dialed Wyatt’s number. It took ten tries before he picked up. But it was Parker who answered. “What do you want, Mom? Why are you calling?” “Put your father on,” I hissed, my voice trembling. “Dad’s busy. He’s holding Jessie’s hand while she gets her ultrasound. Stop being a stalker.” He hung up. My mother’s breathing was becoming a series of ragged, wet gasps. I called Wyatt’s personal assistant. I begged. I screamed into the phone. “Margot, what is it now?” Wyatt’s voice finally came through, sounding bored. “Wyatt, please. My mother is dying. She needs the surgeons. Please, send them back down. I’m begging you—I’ll do anything.” There was a pause. Then, a dry, cruel chuckle. “Still with the theatrics? My team is already here, Margot. Stop trying to steal the spotlight from Jessie. It’s transparent.” “No, Wyatt, please—she’s literally dying—” “Then let her die,” he snapped. “I’m done with your lies.” The line went dead. I stood there, paralyzed, as the monitor behind me flatlined into a long, continuous drone. I watched them pull the white sheet over my mother’s face. I didn’t have any tears left. Hours later, my phone buzzed. A text from Wyatt. How’s your mother? The team said she was stable. Don’t worry, I’ve got the best meds being flown in from Germany. Tonight is Parker’s birthday dinner. Be there at seven. He wants that specific chocolate cake you make. Don’t be late. “Okay,” I whispered to the empty room. I went back to the OB/GYN wing. I asked the nurse for the remains of the child I’d lost. I placed the small, clinical container inside a beautiful, silk-lined gift box. Then I called a courier. I handed him my black Amex. “Deliver this to Wyatt Scott. Personally. In front of everyone.” At the gala dinner, Jessie was draped in diamonds, preening for the cameras. Parker was looking around, his eyes searching the crowd. “Where’s Mom? Is she still throwing a tantrum?” Wyatt checked his watch, his jaw tight. “She’ll be here. She knows better than to miss this.” The courier arrived then. Wyatt smirked, assuming it was a peace offering. He took the box, his ego preening. “See? She can’t stay away. A cake is a bit much, but I suppose I’ll forgive her this once—” He opened the box. His face went from smug to a ghostly, translucent white in less than a second.

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The night before the confession, I received a hotel room number from my childhood friend. I thought there would be a surprise, so I rushed over with flushed cheeks. After entering the room, I saw him entangled in bed with a girl. Seeing me, he didn’t stop. In fact, he became even more intense. After finishing, he slowly climbed off the woman. He lit a cigarette, smiling carelessly through the smoke. “No hard feelings, I’m just tired of hiding. I don’t want to keep sneaking around with her anymore.” He paused, carefully pulling the blanket up to cover the woman. “Don’t worry, I’ll still show up for tomorrow’s confession.” “After all, you’ve been chasing after me for ten years. Who else would want you besides me?” “Tomorrow, everything stays the same, except…” “You get the title, she gets my body.” He looked at me mockingly, waiting for me to ask him why like I used to, all hurt and pitiful. I said nothing and turned to leave. The next day at the confession, I threw myself into his sworn enemy’s arms. “You get the title, and you get my body too.”

“She’s here, she’s here! Bella’s here!” “Bella and her ten-year childhood friend—the campus heartthrob—confessing their love! How romantic!” The field was packed with students, completely surrounded. Dylan loved his reputation and demanded that my confession to him be grand and spectacular. For this spectacular confession, he’d been hyping it up online for three months, attracting a huge crowd of onlookers. “Bella, how do you feel about confessing today?” “Bella, aren’t you worried Dylan might reject you?” I said nothing, slowly walking toward the center of the field. The confession was arranged on the sports field. Dylan stood in the center wearing last night’s clothes, his face carrying a confident smile of certain victory. This morning he texted me, saying seven rounds last night had left him a bit tired, so he might be late. I didn’t expect him to actually show up. I looked at him calmly. He was certain I couldn’t leave him. Our families were neighbors. I’d practically grown up following right behind him. Since childhood, whenever I threw a tantrum or cried, he’d threaten me that he wouldn’t play with me anymore. Until I obediently listened, letting him mold me however he wanted. This time was the same. I showed no reaction. He thought I’d compromised. Dylan’s good buddy, Nathan, looked at me with an ambiguous expression. “Bella, you actually came!” He laughed lecherously, slinging his arm around Dylan’s shoulder. “Bro, you’re not playing fair! You won’t teach your brothers this amazing technique for controlling women!” Another guy chimed in: “So jealous of Dylan! Seven rounds in bed last night, and today he still gets a confession from the campus beauty!” Several of them burst into laughter. Dylan, being flattered, was in a great mood, his lips curving upward. “Of course. She’s my little follower I’ve trained since childhood. How could she not be obedient?” A woman who’d followed behind him since childhood—if she didn’t listen to him, who else would she listen to? So this was how he saw me. Nathan looked at Dylan with admiration. I slowly walked toward the center of the field. Sunlight fell on my white dress, making me look like an angel. A flash of amazement crossed Dylan’s eyes. Dazed, he said, “My girlfriend is so beautiful.” Without thinking, he slowly began walking toward me. Before he could move, Dylan’s buzzing phone diverted his attention. Seeing the contact name, his lips unconsciously curved upward. He walked away a few steps to answer it. “You’re awake? Looks like I didn’t work hard enough last night?” On the other end, the voice was soft and sweet, carrying a mix of complaint and coquetry that stirred the heart. “I’m in pain… It’s all your fault. You were too rough this morning. I don’t care, you have to take me to the hospital!” Dylan softened his tone: “Alright, my fault, my fault. I’ll take you to the hospital right now for a thorough checkup!” Dylan chuckled softly and turned to leave. Nathan quickly stopped him: “Who is it?” “Yesterday’s little vixen.” Dylan put his phone in his pocket, his tone unconsciously affectionate: “I was too rough last night. The little vixen is in too much pain to take it. I’m going to check on her.” Nathan raised an eyebrow: “Today is Bella’s confession day. Teachers and students are all watching. If you leave, what about Bella?” Dylan was unconcerned. “What’s the rush? No matter how late it is, she’ll wait for me. A little while won’t make a difference.” “Sophia isn’t the kind of girl who throws tantrums. She must really not feel well.” “You just keep an eye on things here. It’ll be fine.” Thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and shoved a bouquet of flowers into my hands in front of everyone. “Take a photo and post it yourself to handle things.” Click—done. He yawned lazily: “That’s that. I’m taking Sophia to the hospital for a checkup first. You handle those people.” “Dylan.” I called out to him, saying calmly: “If you leave today, I won’t confess to you.” His steps paused. He turned to look at me. His dark eyes were unreadable, then he smiled carelessly. “In this entire city, who would want you besides me?” “Bella, you simply can’t leave me. Stop making a scene.” Before leaving, he tossed out casually: “My patience is limited. Stop making a scene. When I come back, the girlfriend position is still yours.” Dylan left quickly. His buddies exchanged awkward glances. Everyone looked at me uncomfortably. No one spoke. I looked up toward the direction Dylan had left, my lips curving slightly. Dylan, go ahead. Go comfort your Sophia. Then I’ll just change the male lead for this confession.

I slowly walked to the center of the field. Everyone was staring at me. The surrounding flowers and balloons were beautifully arranged. Students and teachers were all there too. Except for the male lead. Nathan caught up, forcing out a smile. “Um… Bella, Dylan has urgent business. He’ll be back in a bit. Don’t overthink it.” His other buddies also crowded around, trying to smooth things over. “Right, right! Dylan always has everything under control. Today’s your confession day—he’ll be here soon!” “Bro guarantees it—being with Dylan, you’ll definitely be the happiest woman in this city!” “Men are all like this, you know.” The guys went back and forth, making his scumbag behavior sound completely reasonable. I looked at my phone. It was now 11:50 AM. I smiled at everyone. “Of course I’ll wait for him to come back.” If he didn’t come back, how could he witness me leaving with someone else, and the fall of the Thompson family? There was still some time before the scheduled confession. I stood in the center, my eyes scanning across the entire field. The roses in the flower beds were ones Dylan had personally imported from abroad not long ago. The floating balloons were all pig-shaped ones I liked. The heart formation on the side was also designed by a top designer Dylan had personally hired. The scene was extremely romantic. This man liked to do everything to the extreme. In college, when pursuing me, he followed me to the lab for three months without complaint. Even for data and reports he didn’t understand, he put aside his pride to ask others for help, learning everything from scratch bit by bit. A high-and-mighty, unruly rich kid reforming himself for a woman. Even though he never formally confessed, I was willing to take the initiative to confess and go to him. But this man that every woman would dream of turned out to be a scumbag. No comfort, no explanation. He only left me with one option: obedience. My best friend Emma found me, angrily defending me. “He used to treat you so well, buying gifts more diligently than anyone. I thought he was a good man!” “I never imagined he’d betray you like this. And to think I told my arranged marriage partner to learn from him!” She opened her phone, showing me new social media content. [Little vixen is too clingy. She insists on one more round to cure her illness. Won’t let me leave unless I cure her. No choice but to satisfy her.] Below were comments from all his buddies. [Congrats, Dylan! Two women now!] [When Bella finds out, she’s going to make a scene. Dylan, have you figured out how to coax her?] Dylan quickly replied. [Like I said, body for Sophia, title for her.] He said it so matter-of-factly, not treating me like a person at all. I clicked into Sophia Turner’s social media—sure enough, she had new content too. In the photo, a man and woman were embracing, exposed skin covered in bruises and marks. On the bed behind them were scattered intimate clothing, and on the sheets, faint traces of their passionate aftermath could be seen. Caption: Stop it! I told you to be gentler with your treatment! I remained expressionless and took a screenshot. “Bella, don’t wait for him anymore!” “That pair of cheating dogs is disgusting.” Emma grabbed my shoulders, shaking me: “Bella, don’t be foolish! Toads with three legs are hard to find, but men with three legs are everywhere. Why hang yourself on one tree? Hurry up and cancel today’s confession and cut ties with Dylan!” “You could have been admitted without exams in senior year, but you chose to repeat the year to tutor that spoiled brat. You taught a complete idiot until he finally got into college just last month, wasting your precious youth!” “In college, you both started managing family businesses. The Thompson family went from loss to loss under his management. You stayed up late every night creating various proposals for him—that’s the only reason the Thompson family maintained its position today.” “Even when he was out partying and all kinds of scandals spread about him, you were the one who handled everything! Silly girl, wake up! You gave him everything, and what did he give you in return?!” Emma became more agitated as she spoke, her eyes moistening: “I don’t care anymore. If you confess to him, tomorrow I’m hanging myself at your bedside.” I gently comforted her, saying seriously: “Thank you, Emma.” “Don’t worry, I won’t be confessing to Dylan.” After comforting my best friend, I opened my dad’s chat. “Dad, I admit defeat.” Dylan really wasn’t worth it.

Dylan’s buddies gathered not far away. Drunk and loose-lipped, they said everything. “Dylan’s so lucky! Out there enjoying himself now, and tonight when he gets back together with Bella, he can keep enjoying!” “Bella’s personality is so easy to manipulate. Look at her—watching Dylan get seduced by a vixen without any reaction. She can really take it!” “Dylan’s born to enjoy life. Bros, work hard and learn from Dylan!” Emma couldn’t help but want to confront them. I signaled her to stay quiet, recorded the video, and continued watching the show. Good content should be shared with everyone. Nathan video-called Dylan. The call was answered instantly. Ambiguous sounds came from the other end. Dylan, breathing heavily, joked: “I’m treating my little vixen’s illness. You guys want to watch the whole thing?” Someone asked: “Dylan, aren’t you coming back? The students are getting impatient.” Dylan said irritably: “What’s the rush? Isn’t Bella there? She’ll think of reasons to explain for me.” “Right now I need to properly treat my little vixen’s illness!” I stepped forward and took a photo of their video call screen. Several guys instantly froze in place. Nathan quickly hid his phone behind his back, forcing out a smile. “Bella…” I interrupted him. “There are five minutes left until the confession time. Shouldn’t you all go find good positions to stand?” Nathan scratched his head, laughing: “Bella, you’re really underestimating Dylan!” I rolled my eyes at them and pulled Emma away. Nathan had no choice but to explain the situation to Dylan. Dylan was dismissive. “Five minutes? Is she kidding?!” Dylan scratched his head irritably. “You guys go over first. I’ll be right there.” Dylan’s fair-weather friends caught up with me and started making excuses again. “Bella, you’re the only one in his heart, but men, you know…” Emma kicked the guy who was talking. “Trash is trash. What excuses!” I remained silent. Ten-plus years as childhood friends—Dylan had been excessively good to me. If he hadn’t come clean, I would never have discovered he had someone else. To say I wasn’t hurt would be a lie, but I was grateful—at least we weren’t married yet. As for the option he left me, I chose to flip the table. The group arrived at the center of the field. It was already packed with people. A man walked toward me. I took the initiative to walk toward him and nestled into his arms. The smiles on Dylan’s buddies’ faces completely froze. The guests below had varied expressions. This confession wasn’t for Dylan?! On the other side, Dylan finished his last cigarette and got dressed. Sophia was wrapped entirely in the blanket, mumbling discontentedly: “Rushing, rushing, what’s the rush! I haven’t finished treatment yet…” Dylan smiled and pinched the soft flesh on her body. “Let me get through this formality, then I’ll come back and continue the treatment.” He opened his phone. A flood of messages poured out. Dylan paused slightly and clicked on the latest video Nathan had sent. In the video, I wore a white dress, not the least bit disheveled. Instead, I was smiling—calm yet radiant. I didn’t walk down the rose path Dylan had laid out for me, didn’t take the flower he’d casually shoved into my hands. Instead, I walked straight toward the front of the crowd. Standing there was a tall, imposing man with an aura of cold intensity.

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The day I personally caught Tristan cheating in bed, Harbor City was hit by heavy rain. Nora was sitting on his lap, and he had his arms around her waist, smiling exactly the way he did when he was pursuing me all those years ago. After that, everyone said I’d lost my mind. I hired people to monitor him. If he came home five minutes late, I’d call the police. If he replied to work messages in the middle of the night, I’d grab scissors and threaten to castrate him. At first, Tristan would try to placate me. He knelt before me saying he was sorry, that it was a moment of weakness, that I was the only one he’d ever love in this lifetime. Until Nora fell down the stairs, her dress covered in blood. He signed that disciplinary agreement, his eyes cold and venomous. “Susie, you’re being very naughty. Nora is researching behavioral correction programs. Since you enjoy tormenting people so much, go there and learn to control that temper of yours.” “Learn how to be a proper, sensible Mrs. Kingsley.” Five years passed in the blink of an eye. The day Tristan came to the academy to pick me up, Harbor City was hit by another rainstorm. We hadn’t seen each other in years. When he looked at me, his eyes held scrutiny and a subtle satisfaction. The instructor beside me smiled and said, “Mr. Kingsley, you can rest assured. Miss Reed has learned how to be the most exemplary wife of an elite family.” I kept my eyes lowered, knees slightly bent. This was the standard posture the academy taught—never looking people in the eye, never standing with a straight back, always ready to assume a submissive stance. Tristan scoffed. “She’s certainly learned to put on a good show.” He wasn’t wrong. I really had learned well.

During the first month after being locked up, I hadn’t learned yet. Back then, I would cry, curse, bang my head against the wall, and scream Tristan’s name in the isolation room until my throat bled. Later, I stopped screaming. Not because I’d come to terms with it, but because electrical currents passed through my temples and I forgot why I was screaming in the first place. The instructor called it “behavioral cognitive correction.” It took me a long time to understand what that meant— It meant turning someone who could cry, make a fuss, and love into someone who couldn’t cry, couldn’t make a fuss, and couldn’t love. Actually, it wasn’t that difficult. After enough pain, you learn everything. In the car on the way back, Nora sat on Tristan’s lap. She looked at me, her eyes carrying that familiar concern—light and airy, like a cat appraising a mouse with its claws pulled out. “Susie, how were these past five years for you inside?” I stared straight ahead, hands resting flat on my knees. When I didn’t answer, Nora waited a moment, then her voice became even softer. “If you hadn’t hurt me back then, Tristan wouldn’t have gotten angry and sent you there. Don’t blame him.” Five years ago, I would have lunged at her and torn that mouth apart. But now I just sat there. Tristan glanced at me sideways, his tone turning cold. “Nora is talking to you. Did all that etiquette training go straight down the drain?” I still didn’t speak. Suddenly my chin was gripped, the force making my bones ache. Tristan forced me to look at him, familiar irritation in his eyes. “I told you to speak.” It hurt, but compared to having my mouth sewn shut at the academy, it was nothing. My mouth had been sewn shut three times. The first time was for talking back to an instructor. The second time was for crying out loud. The third time was for calling Tristan’s name in the isolation room. When the needle pierced through my lips, I trembled all over from the pain, but couldn’t make a sound. After they removed the stitches, I learned not to open my mouth carelessly. “Mr. Kingsley, you haven’t given me permission to speak.” I looked into his eyes, my voice soft. But Tristan froze. He stared at me for a long time, so long that even Nora’s smile grew stiff. Then he released his grip and laughed coldly. “Fine. Now you can answer Nora.” I turned my head and smiled at Nora—a standard smile, showing exactly eight teeth. “Miss Parker, I won’t be angry. You’re the only person Mr. Kingsley truly cares about.” I meant every word of that statement. At the academy, the instructors showed me photos of Tristan and Nora together every single day. In the photos they looked so happy, like a perfect couple. At first, when I saw them, I would feel heartbroken, tremble, want to tear the photos to shreds. Then electrical currents would pass through my temples, and I’d briefly lose all emotion. Over time, I stopped crying. The instructor called it “desensitization therapy.” I thought she was right. After seeing something enough times, it stops hurting. But for some reason, his expression grew even darker. He furrowed his brow, speaking through gritted teeth. “Susie, is this passive-aggressive tone your way of resisting?” “I’m not.” I lowered my head further. “I only learned… how to be a proper Mrs. Kingsley.” Tristan froze for a moment. Nora watched this scene from the side, her voice gentle. “Tristan, as long as Susie knows she was wrong, don’t be so harsh with her.” He stared at me for a long time, then suddenly laughed coldly. “Fine. I’d like to see just how long you can keep up this act!”

When we arrived at the Kingsley residence, a four or five-year-old child ran over. He hugged Tristan’s leg and looked at me with his head tilted. “Daddy, who’s this lady?” Tristan’s body stiffened. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness. “Susie, this is the child you pushed back then. His name is Andy. He’s four years old now. Don’t be angry.” He was waiting for my reaction. Five years ago, I would have been angry. Nora had stood at the top of the stairs with her pregnant belly, smiling as she told me, “Susie, the one who isn’t loved is the real mistress.” I pushed her. Later, Tristan said I’d gone crazy and sent me to the academy. At the academy, the walls of the isolation room were covered with photos of Nora and that child. The instructor said those were the people I’d harmed, and I had to look at them every day until I learned to repent. I looked at photos of that child for five years. Now he was right in front of me, alive and real, able to run and jump, calling Tristan “Daddy.” I crouched down and touched his head. Hatred was too much of a luxury. It required too much energy, and I didn’t have that kind of energy anymore. “I’m not angry.” I looked up at Tristan, my voice calm. Tristan stared at me, his brow furrowing. He suddenly pulled Andy away, his tone stiff. “Since you’re not angry, let’s go inside for dinner!” I didn’t know what he was unhappy about. This was exactly what he’d wanted me to learn. During dinner, Nora placed a piece of fish on my plate. “Susie, the kitchen specially made this steamed fish. Eat more to nourish your body.” I looked at the snow-white piece of fish in my bowl. I was allergic to fish. When Tristan and I had just gotten married, I accidentally ate some fish sauce and had an immediate breathing difficulty. They had to resuscitate me for a full day and night. After that, fish never appeared on the Kingsley family’s dinner table again. Nora blinked. “Oh my, did I remember wrong? I thought Tristan said Susie loved eating this.” Tristan didn’t look up, busy peeling shrimp for Andy. “Just eat what she gives you.” I picked up my chopsticks. At the academy, I’d also resisted eating due to allergies. Until the instructor mixed various types of fish together into a paste and force-fed it into my mouth. I’d vomit and eat again, eat and vomit again, until I had a high fever and convulsions before they stopped. They said they were helping me desensitize. “Miss Reed, a perfect wife can’t make her husband accommodate her allergies.” I picked up the fish and put it in my mouth, chewing slowly. Physiological nausea surged up, but I suppressed it. One piece, two pieces. By the time Tristan noticed something was wrong, I’d already eaten more than half. He snatched away my chopsticks, his voice rising. “What are you doing? Susie, have you forgotten you’re allergic to fish?” I looked up. Red welts had already appeared on my face, and my breathing was becoming labored. “Are you insane?” He was both anxious and angry, speaking without thinking. “Even if you want to frame Nora, you don’t have to make it this obvious!” I looked at Tristan’s furious eyes, somewhat bewildered. “I wasn’t trying to frame her. I just thought… doing this would make you happy.” Tristan froze. His expression looked as if someone had slapped him hard across the face. On the way to the hospital, my consciousness was fuzzy. I vaguely felt myself being held tightly. That person’s heartbeat was racing, his voice trembling slightly. I remembered the first time I had an allergic reaction and needed resuscitation—Tristan had held me like this too. His eyes had been red then, and he’d said, “You scared me to death, you know that?” Back then, I believed him. I believed he truly loved me. Later, when I was kneeling at the academy, convulsing from electric shocks, I would occasionally remember that red-eyed Tristan. But after thinking about it for a while, I’d stop. Because the electrical currents would still pass through my body. The pain was still pain.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard Tristan confirming the emergency treatment plan with the doctor. I also heard him make a phone call to the academy. With obvious anxiety, he demanded, “Why has she become like this? What exactly did you do to her?” The voice on the other end was polite yet cautious. “Mr. Kingsley, this is normal. All of Mrs. Kingsley’s current behaviors might be an act. After all, just last month, she was still saying she wanted to kill Miss Parker…” I heard Tristan’s breathing hitch. I felt wronged. If this was all an act, then I’d be quite the impressive actress. The next evening, I was out of danger and Tristan took me back home. Due to the allergies and long-term malnutrition, I’d become extremely thin. The red welts on my neck still hadn’t faded. I must have looked quite pathetic. I’d just entered the living room when Andy ran over. He stared at the wounds on my neck, extending his chubby little hand to point at them. “Lady, does it hurt?” I looked at his innocent eyes and shook my head. “It doesn’t hurt.” At the academy, I’d had injuries a hundred times more painful, and I still had to smile and say they didn’t hurt. Andy took the opportunity to burrow into my arms, his warm little face pressed against my ear. “I know who you are.” His voice was so soft that only I could hear it. “After you came back, Mommy became very unhappy. Last night she even cried while holding me.” “You’re like those evil mistresses in TV shows, trying to steal Daddy from my mommy. Why don’t you just die?” “If you died, Daddy would belong only to Mommy.” I froze, feeling something like a tiny needle prick my heart. Not sharp, but lingering. Before I could react, Andy suddenly hugged my waist tightly and threw his body backward. We tumbled down the stairs together. In that moment of weightlessness, I instinctively held him in my arms, using my body as his cushion. When my body hit the floor, I felt like every bone in my body had shattered. “Susie, what are you doing!” An angry shout came from upstairs. It was Tristan. He rushed downstairs, pushed aside my injured body, and carefully picked up Andy from the floor. Andy burst into tears, trembling as he burrowed into Tristan’s arms. “Daddy, that lady pushed me! She said she hates me and Mommy!” Tristan’s movements stopped. He slowly turned to look at me, his eyes filled with the familiar disappointment and disgust. I tried to stand up using the floor for support, my back drenched in cold sweat from the pain. “I didn’t…” “Shut up!” He stood up, looking down at me. “Andy is only four years old. Would he lie?” “I thought you’d reformed over these years. Turns out it was all an act. Do you want to go back to the academy again?” I froze, my body trembling uncontrollably. Those mocking voices, the pain of being stripped naked and made to crawl like a dog—it all seemed to resurface. “No, don’t send me back.” I immediately dropped to my knees, pressing my head deep against the floor, begging him. “Don’t send me back there. It was my fault. I pushed him. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” If he said it was my fault, then it was. Five years had been enough to teach me how to apologize. As long as I admitted my mistakes, the punishment would always be lighter. Tristan remained silent for a long time—so long I thought I’d be dragged back and locked in that windowless isolation room again. Finally, he only said, “Lock her in the basement. Let her reflect properly. For the next three days, no one is allowed to let her out!”

I was shoved into the basement. The room was pitch black. I sat against the wall, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around my legs. At first, I was actually relieved by this punishment. I even leaned against the wall and dozed off for a while. Until, half asleep and half awake, it seemed like countless hands were reaching out through the darkness. They pulled at my clothes, pinched my chin, laughing as they said: “She’s so pale. Such delicate skin. How could Mr. Kingsley bear to send her to a place like this?” “What’s she shouting? For her husband to come save her? What a pipe dream.” The man’s breathing was heavy as he leaned close to my ear, laughing. “Face reality. Your husband sent you here to teach you obedience. Don’t you think he knows what you’re going through here? He just doesn’t care at all!” I buried my face in my knees. That wasn’t true. Tristan did care. He just… he just wanted me to become better. But had I become better? No. Andy said I was a bad woman, that I wanted to steal his daddy from his mommy. I hadn’t won the favor of my husband’s child. I hadn’t become a proper, sensible Mrs. Kingsley. I immediately knelt up, positioning my knees shoulder-width apart, assuming the repentance posture from the academy. Then I raised my right hand and slapped myself across the face. Hard. Once, then again, slapping until my mouth bled, my cheek swelled, and my palm went numb. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I didn’t protect the child properly.” “I upset Andy. I shouldn’t have put my husband in a difficult position.” For three days, whenever I woke up, I’d kneel and slap myself. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, dripping onto my knees. It was warm. When the basement door finally opened, I instinctively straightened my kneeling posture and lowered my eyes. Tristan saw the blood covering my face, his pupils contracting sharply. He stepped forward. “You…” Before he could finish, a servant carrying a basin of hot oil hurried past. She slipped, and that bucket of scalding oil poured straight toward Nora. Without time to think, I threw myself over Nora almost desperately, shielding her tightly beneath me. The hot oil splashed all over me. It hurt terribly. But I couldn’t care about the pain. I anxiously searched for Tristan’s eyes, hoping to see satisfaction in them. But there was none. He looked at me, his whole body trembling, his eyes reddening. I lowered my eyes in disappointment. Hadn’t I done well enough? But I didn’t have time to think anymore, didn’t have time to apologize to him and Nora. I passed out. Before losing consciousness, the last thing I heard was Tristan calling my name with a trembling voice. “Susie, Susie…” When I woke up again, Tristan was asleep leaning against the hospital chair, his brow furrowed, still holding my hand. His features were rarely this gentle—just like when he was pursuing me all those years ago. I was eighteen that year, still frying rice at the night market. To pursue me, he came every day to help me pack up. The day we got together, there was a drizzling rain. When we pushed the cart to the alley entrance, the rain intensified. We hid under the eaves, shoulders touching. “Susie.” He suddenly called my name, his eyes shining. “Will you be my girlfriend?” I was stunned. “Have you eaten so much fried rice you’ve gone stupid?” He laughed, his eyes crinkling, then lowered his head and kissed me. The sound of the rain was loud, his lips were soft, and he kissed me until I forgot to breathe. The smell of cooking oil mixed with rain-soaked earth became the entire fragrance of my eighteenth summer. Later, to marry me, his father punished him by making him kneel in the ancestral hall and take a beating. His back was lashed until the skin split open. I went to see him. He was lying on the bed, his shirt stuck to his wounds. When it was pulled off, it brought blood with it. I cried until I couldn’t breathe. He comforted me instead. “Don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt.” “You’re lying.” “It really doesn’t hurt.” He gripped my hand, his fingers burning hot—he had a fever. “My father asked if I’d change my mind. I said no. He asked if I loved you. I said yes.” He looked at me, his eyes red. “Susie, you’re the only person I’ve ever loved in this lifetime.” I believed him. Back then, I really believed him. The curtains were blown by the wind. I moved my fingers, wanting to close the window. As soon as I moved, he woke up. He looked at me, opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally only said, “Let’s go home.” Go home. Was the Kingsley residence home? I didn’t know. But I nodded and said, “Okay.” Perhaps as a reward for saving Nora, Tristan treated me much better over the next few days. He had Nora thank me. When she stood before me and bowed, the smile on her face was stiff. I was flustered and quickly told her there was no need to thank me. Tristan watched all of this from the side, his brow relaxing somewhat. That night, he opened my bedroom door.

When the kiss fell, I accepted it docilely throughout, without dodging. He looked at my face, pale from pain, and laughed softly. “Looks like the academy really did tame that temper of yours. In the past, if I’d hurt you like this, you would have jumped up and kicked me.” He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his voice soft. “After all these years, you’ve finally learned to behave.” “Susie, as long as you stay obedient like this, the position of Mrs. Kingsley will always be yours.” “Later on, I’ll have Andy registered under your name. The three of us will be a proper family. Sounds good, right?” I looked at the ceiling. “Okay.” Whatever he said was fine. When the knocking sounded at the door, Tristan’s movements stopped. Andy stood in the doorway holding his pillow, crying hysterically. “Daddy, Andy had a nightmare. I want Daddy to sleep with me.” Tristan looked at me, but ultimately put on his clothes and stood up. “You sleep first. I’ll go check on the child.” The door closed. I sat up and simply cleaned up the blood between my legs. I encountered Nora when I went downstairs to get medicine. She stood at the top of the stairs, as if she’d been waiting specifically for me. Her gaze slowly moved from the marks on my neck to my face, lingering there for a long time. “You know, during the years you were gone, Tristan treated me very well.” Her voice was soft. “So why did you have to come back?” I didn’t have time to answer. She suddenly pressed a knife into my hand, then gripped my hand and stabbed it viciously into her own forearm. Blood spurted out, warm, splashing onto the back of my hand. “Tristan, save me…” When Tristan rushed out of the children’s room, I was still holding that knife. Nora lay in a pool of blood. Andy ran out barefoot, crying and calling for his mommy. “Susie, what are you doing!” Nora’s eyes filled with tears. “Susie, why do you want to kill me? Can you really not tolerate my existence?” It wasn’t me. She was the one who gripped my hand and stabbed herself. I opened my mouth. “It wasn’t me… She did it herself…” When the slap came, I turned my face away. Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. I tasted rust. Tristan looked down at me, his eyes filled with familiar anger and disappointment. “You want to say she gripped your hand and hurt herself?” “Susie, even your lies should have limits.” He crouched down, gently lifting Nora, tearing off his shirt to stanch her bleeding. When he looked at me again, only coldness remained in his eyes. “Last time you saved Nora, I thought you’d really changed. I suspected the academy had treated you poorly, that you’d suffered wrongs. I sent people to investigate. I even regretted sending you there.” “But you—” He turned his face away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me any longer. “Either go back to the academy, or just die! Susie, don’t force me to choose for you.” I froze, my body trembling with fear. I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want to return to the academy. I didn’t want to choose. I looked at Tristan’s face anxiously and carefully—from his brow bone, eyes, to his tightly pressed lips—trying to find any sign of relenting. But there was none. He was serious. Seeing that I still hadn’t moved, he lost patience, his eyes cold as he ordered, “Take the lady away. Send her back to the academy. Tell them to discipline her properly! If they still can’t teach her—” Before the bodyguards could forcibly drag me away, my head was spinning and I stumbled toward the exit in a panic. All the rules and propriety I’d learned these past years seemed to vanish in that moment. In my panic, I seemed to trip over something. My knee split open and bled, but I didn’t care. I had only one thought: I absolutely could not go back there. Even if it meant death, I didn’t want to return to that place where even breathing had to be calculated. I didn’t want to be scrutinized like livestock again. And I didn’t want… to love Tristan anymore. Behind me, Nora groaned, as if the pain was unbearable. I only heard Tristan urgently call her name, soothing her. “Nora, hang in there. The ambulance will be here soon!” Andy stood barefoot on the floor, also crying out, “Mommy, Mommy!” Everyone was surrounding Nora. No one was looking at me. Outside was Harbor City’s night. Traffic was sparse. I walked along the road to the river’s edge. Below the bridge, the river water rushed violently. I climbed over the railing and took a step forward. Then I leaped!

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Everyone said that Mrs. Ashford from the elite circles was notorious for her vindictive nature. When her husband cheated, she found lovers too. Today a sweet young thing, tomorrow a college boy. After breaking up with her thirty-sixth boy toy, I asked Asher for a divorce. The man leaned lazily against the sofa, looking at me with a mocking smile. “What? Didn’t like last night’s guy?” “Then get a new one. Money is the one thing your husband has plenty of.” Looking at his indifferent expression, I suddenly smiled. “I’m serious. Let’s stop torturing each other.” “Once we’re divorced, you can make room for her, right?” Hearing my words, the amusement in his eyes faded, and his tone turned cold. “You went to see her?” In all the years since our marriage, countless starlets and models had been linked to Asher in tabloid rumors. But only I knew the truth. I knew those women were just a smokescreen to protect that girl. Her name was pretty—Lily. She hadn’t even graduated from college yet. Asher kept her hidden away, protected so well that the paparazzi hadn’t caught a single photo of her to this day. I had seen her before. Once, when I went to his company to find Asher. The girl had a round doll-like face and eyes like black grapes. When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents. For a moment, I was transported back to seeing my eighteen-year-old self at the debate competition. An angelic appearance, but a domineering and willful personality. Outside rumors said Asher’s new favorite, whom he doted on endlessly these days, was kneeling on the floor putting on her shoes and socks, even cupping her hands to receive the chewing gum Lily had already chewed. The girl had a butler drive her to and from class back to the estate. When she wanted to go shopping, one phone call was all it took. Asher would pause meetings to accompany her. Even if he truly couldn’t get away, he’d keep a video call running—more clingy than college sweethearts. Whatever she wanted to eat, she just told the private chef. She even had a personal doctor and bodyguards by her side. Back when Asher wanted to marry me, he knelt all night in the Ashford family shrine. Even when threatened with being disowned, he didn’t back down. Later, under the full pressure of the Ashford family, he relied on ruthless methods and talent to rapidly build his own network in the business world, establishing his foothold. He also made quite a few enemies in the process. I was kidnapped. That experience was truly agonizing. There wasn’t a single patch of skin on my body that wasn’t bruised or bleeding. It hurt so much. Our first child was also lost during that incident. But when I saw the man’s bloodshot eyes, I comforted him: “Hey, maybe God just wants us to enjoy a few more years as a couple!” After that incident, he became even more vigilant. How ridiculous—using the lesson learned from my suffering to protect someone else. He couldn’t bear to let the girl suffer even a little. Everything had to be the very best for her. All the things I had or didn’t have over the years, Lily now had them all. Seeing my silence, his brow furrowed deeper. “She’s timid. She can’t handle being frightened.” I didn’t answer. I just calmly gestured toward the divorce agreement already signed on the table. “The cooling-off period is over. Come with me to the courthouse, and I’ll tell you where she is.” Over all these years, I had signed a thick stack of divorce agreements with him. But they always ended up going nowhere. Either he suddenly had a meeting, or he had to accompany Lily. But I didn’t want to keep dragging this out with him anymore. This marriage—I was cutting my losses. I couldn’t be like him. Watching him nervously make phone calls, I dug my nails into my palms. Good. No one answered on the other end. I was about to urge him on when my breath was suddenly stolen away. He pinned me to the floor, his hand around my throat. “Jade, she hasn’t bothered you at all. Why can’t you tolerate her?” We were so engrossed in our struggle that we didn’t notice the sound of someone entering the passcode at the door. “Are you deaf? Didn’t I say I want to make room for her?” He inexplicably grew angrier. “What right do you have to make room? Who do you think you are?” Psycho. In the chaos, my hand found a chair leg. I struggled to lift it and brought it down hard on his head. Blood trickled down the man’s black hair onto my neck. The blow made him stagger back a few steps before he steadied himself. I collapsed to the floor, exhausted, gasping for breath. “Try choking me one more time.”

That was the scene the girl walked in on. She screamed, then carefully helped the man up. “Baby, does it hurt…” Lily was heartbroken, tears welling up in her eyes, making the man tenderly wipe them away for her. He coughed lightly. “I’m fine.” The girl grew even more upset and tried to rush at me to scratch my face. “You crazy woman—” “I’ll bash you too if you come at me.” I quickly grabbed the bloody chair again to warn her, my tone mocking. “Don’t you know you’re the mistress? And now you dare to come to my door?” She hesitated slightly, realizing I might actually follow through. She retreated into the man’s arms, aggrieved. “Baby, she’s calling me a mistress!” “Why won’t you divorce her!” “Everyone says she’s so disgusting, sleeping with so many men.” Asher coaxed her while mocking me coldly. “Didn’t you want a divorce?” “Let’s go then, Mrs. Ashford.” On the way there, the driver said nothing. I sat in the passenger seat. For some reason, I thought of our wedding night. I had pressed the golden hairpin from my updo against his chest. “Let’s get this straight first.” “I’ve always been vindictive. If you dare to change your heart or cheat, I’ll find plenty of boy toys too.” “You’d better hide that little lover of yours well, or if I find her, I won’t spare her either!” He had laughed softly and kissed me. “I won’t give my wife that opportunity.” Now, he and his lover were all lovey-dovey. I quietly watched the scenery flying past the window. I didn’t hear clearly what they were saying. Nor did I notice Asher’s occasional glances my way. There weren’t many people at the courthouse, just one couple ahead of us. The woman pointed to the bruises on her arm, accusing: “He’s beaten me like this and we still can’t divorce?” The staff member was still trying to mediate: “Ma’am, this really can’t be used as evidence of a broken relationship…” As soon as they saw Asher, they immediately stood up to greet him. Money really can solve a lot of problems. See, even divorce has an express lane. No one dared say anything. The process went very quickly. “Satisfied?” The divorce certificate was tossed into my lap. Asher shoved past my shoulder and drove off with his girl in his arms. “Did you see that? That woman played around so much outside. I’ve been disgusted by her in the news for ages. Finally divorced.” “Sigh, married to someone so rich and still couldn’t stay faithful.” “I think she’s crying.” “Of course she regrets it. She ruined such a good life with her own behavior.” Everyone said I was shameless, finding lover after lover. Still clinging to the position of Mrs. Ashford, refusing to let go. Actually, I had thought about divorce a long time ago. The first time I found ultra-thin 0.01 condoms on Asher’s coat after a business dinner, I smashed everything in the house. He didn’t even glance at the divorce agreement. He just burned it. Then he bandaged my wounds and said with amusement: “I didn’t bring her in front of you. What are you angry about?” “Your grandmother’s condition isn’t looking good right now.” Later, he didn’t even bother coaxing me anymore. He just found men for me directly. I looked at him in disbelief. Seeing my reaction only made him laugh harder. He patted those men casually. “Don’t worry, they’re clean.” “Serve Mrs. Ashford well. If she’s not satisfied, I’ll hold you accountable.” One second we were divorced, the next second the news dominated the headlines. 【Finally divorced. I’d say she never had the fortune to enjoy such a life. Living in a mansion, eating bird’s nest, and still making trouble all the time.】 【She’s honestly the first person I’ve seen who finds lovers for herself just because her husband has a few mistresses. Such a vengeful personality.】 【Who knows if she’s riddled with diseases now hahaha.】 The comment section was filled with unanimous celebration. After seeing these comments so many times, they somehow didn’t hurt as much anymore. As I was about to scroll away, I accidentally clicked on a video Lily had sent me a couple days ago. The man sitting in the main seat was leaning lazily on the sofa, a girl in his arms. His temple wasn’t injured yet. It must have been from before. The girl was questioning him: “Why won’t you divorce her!” “I don’t want to be a mistress in the shadows forever!” He smiled and pulled her back to coax her. “Alright, alright, let me explain, okay?” “Jade has been an orphan since childhood. The only person she cares about is her grandmother. She’s not unreasonable. As long as you don’t go in front of her, she won’t be mean to you.” “At most she’ll hit me. She won’t lay a hand on you.” “Jade is traditional. She can’t accept an open relationship.” “Plus I understand her. She has clear loves and hates. She won’t do anything to you.” The man explained earnestly to her. “Look.” The screen showed my chat records with those men. From the first one to the thirty-sixth. Every single detail. So he knew all along. He knew I could never really be like him. My personality clearly wasn’t like this. Why did I become this way after marriage? Why, when I looked at those men sent to my bed, was my first reaction to run to the bathroom and vomit? Why couldn’t I, like Asher, naturally accept the deterioration of our marriage? Later I finally realized. Because I was faithful in relationships, and I couldn’t separate love from sex. I crouched on the floor, watching my tears fall drop by drop onto the bright red divorce certificate. Perhaps Jade, who had agreed to that young man’s proposal three years ago, never imagined they would end up in such a situation. Forget it. It’s all in the past. I supported myself against the wall and slowly stood up. At least I had saved enough money to leave with my grandmother.

A message popped up on my phone. “Jade, I almost forgot. Let me give you one more divorce gift.” She seemed to know I wouldn’t respond to her, so she directly made a video call. On the other end, Asher’s friends were discussing. “Asher, so you and Jade—” The man lazily lifted his eyelids to look at the speaker. Someone immediately elbowed him, and he urgently corrected himself: “You and your wife really got divorced?” The man in the main seat seemed to be thinking about something. After a long while, he finally curved his lips. “We won’t divorce.” The others immediately chimed in: “Right, everything is under our Asher’s control.” “Besides, where could she go without Asher?” Lily’s face paled slightly, but she still smiled and asked: “What do you mean?” “Little Lily, you don’t know yet. That medicine is addictive. Once you start using it, you can never stop for the rest of your life.” “It’s imported from abroad. Without Asher, she won’t last long.” Hearing this, the girl blinked. “Does Jade know?” “Of course she doesn’t know.” Everyone burst into laughter. My whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, my brain buzzing. Everyone knew my weak spot was my grandmother. Although I was an orphan, I received just as much love as anyone else. Pretty schoolbags, pretty dresses—all sewn stitch by stitch by my grandmother. All these years, my tolerance of Asher was because he could provide my grandmother with the best treatment. I wiped away my tears, turned the car around, and headed to Cloud Nine. That was a club under Asher’s name. I had to get to the bottom of this. “Miss, you can’t go in without a reservation.” “Get out of my way!” My momentum was too fierce. For a moment, they didn’t dare stop me. “Isn’t that Mrs. Ashford?” “Seems like it, but didn’t they get divorced?” “The news broke this morning. Didn’t you see?” “She probably regrets it now. Went too far with her tantrums.” … “Jade? I’m over here.” “What did you mean in that video?” She leaned close to my ear and smiled. “Guess?” My emotions at their breaking point, I struggled to control my voice to sound normal. “Fine. I won’t ask you. Where’s Asher?” “You already hit Asher. Are you going to hit me too?” I didn’t immediately understand what she meant by that. Very quickly, I found out. She grabbed my hand and slapped herself across the face with it. In my moment of shock, someone grabbed my wrist and flung it away forcefully, without holding back at all. “Mrs. Ashford, even your tantrums should have limits.” I stumbled backward, my lower back slamming hard into the edge of a table. The pain was piercing. So he had been holding back when he fought with me before. The person I was looking for finally appeared. Asher suddenly scoffed mockingly. “Oh, not anymore, actually.” “What, having regrets?” His friends, hearing the commotion, also came out to mediate. “Ma’am, why make this so ugly?”

Before I could question him, the hospital called. “Is this Miss Rivers?” I sniffled and quickly answered: “What’s wrong?” “The patient has spontaneous pneumothorax. We’re preparing emergency treatment. Please come over.” “Wasn’t she fine before?” My heart sank. “I’ll be right there.” Someone gripped my wrist. I said urgently: “My grandmother is in trouble!” He lowered his eyes, his gaze indifferent. “That excuse won’t work.” “Apologize.” I didn’t have time to argue with him. I just wanted to leave… “Fine. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Can I go now?” The grip on my wrist didn’t loosen one bit. He laughed softly. “Just ‘I’m sorry’?” I looked at him in disbelief. Asher’s eyes were actually quite beautiful—slender phoenix eyes. I had looked at them for so many years, but this was the first time they felt so unfamiliar. All these years of love and hate seemed to condense into one word: fool. I was so stupid, to have loved him for so many years. More and more people gathered around. People from other private rooms also came out to watch the spectacle. “What’s going on?” “Seems like they got divorced and she’s not willing to accept it, so she hit that girl.” “Ah, she cheated on him herself and still has the nerve to get physical? How disgusting.” I didn’t. That’s not true. I wanted to say something, but when I moved my lips, only a choked sob came out. “Fine. I’ll apologize.” The next second, the dull sound of knees hitting marble floor echoed as I slapped myself hard across the face. “I’m sorry.” “From now on, I won’t appear in front of you two again.” No one expected me to kneel directly in front of Lily. Even Lily was stunned for a moment. My action was too quick. No one had time to react. After speaking, I supported myself against the wall, stood up, and turned to leave. I didn’t give anyone another glance. Everyone present could barely breathe. The atmosphere was oppressively terrible. No one dared look at that man’s expression. I drove toward the hospital. Because I was in such a hurry, the car even crashed into a railing. Warm blood slid down from my temple. I couldn’t wait for the elevator. I ran all the way up. Pedestrians hurriedly avoided me in fright. I couldn’t care about any of that. My high heels twisted my ankle. I just took them off and ran to the tenth floor carrying them. I ran straight into the attending physician coming out of the hospital room. Before I could catch my breath, I grabbed the doctor and asked: “My grandmother—” A nurse pushed out a hospital bed reflecting cold light. A withered hand hung down from under the white sheet, a very familiar red string bracelet around the wrist. I blinked slowly. The doctor removed his mask and sighed, lowering his eyes. “We were just about to notify you. We couldn’t save the patient.” I didn’t immediately understand what the doctor meant. My ears were ringing. I couldn’t believe it as I lifted the white sheet. My hands were shaking so much that it took several attempts. Those eyes that had always looked at me with a smile were now peacefully closed. I wanted to say something… My throat felt like it was filled with razor blades. Before I could even open my mouth, tears fell like blood. One after another in a continuous stream, drop after drop landing on the yellowed, sagging skin. “Grandma, does it look good! I made it for you!” “My Jade has such skillful hands. Grandma loves it.” Later, when I had some money, I bought her a big gold bracelet. The little old lady didn’t wear it: “Grandma likes what Jade made by hand better. It’s like Jade is always with Grandma…” “Grandma, I got into North Ivy University!” “I knew my Jade was the smartest! Got into the best university in the whole country!” Past moments of acting spoiled and playing around flashed through my mind like a film reel. “Miss Rivers!” “Miss Rivers, are you alright…” In the last moment before losing consciousness, an anxious figure ran toward me and caught me steadily in their arms. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze. From now on, I don’t have a grandmother anymore. Tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, tear tracks drying on my cheeks.

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After seven years of marriage, Ethan finally asked me for a divorce because of his mistress, Chloe. He said, “Vivian, she’s different from other girls. She came to me pure and innocent.” I nodded silently. I suppressed my inner excitement, terrified he’d see through me. God knows. If he didn’t bring up divorce soon, I’d barely be able to hold back myself. Last night, billionaire Harrison forced me to be his girlfriend using eighteen different positions in bed. Now my whole body won’t stop trembling. When I took the divorce agreement from Ethan, my whole body was shaking. “Vivian, I’m sorry for wronging you.” Seeing my uncontrollable trembling, Ethan said somewhat helplessly, “This girl came to me pure and innocent. I need to give her what she deserves.” “I understand.” I nodded. My body still wouldn’t cooperate—it kept trembling. Especially my legs. They were shaking like a sieve. But I didn’t notice. I was focused intently on reading the divorce agreement. Ethan and I had been married for seven years. We’d been childhood sweethearts. We started dating in high school and got married right after college graduation. At the wedding, Ethan cried like a baby, saying he was blessed beyond measure to marry me. But in the third year of marriage, he had someone on the side. The first time I caught him, he panicked and begged on his knees for forgiveness. I forgave him. So there was a second time, a third time, an Nth time. But he said no matter how much he played around outside, I would always be his wife. Yet this time, he finally asked me for a divorce because of a mistress. I’d met the girl. Just twenty years old, delicate as could be. She loved calling Ethan in the middle of the night. Every call, she’d cry. She cried so much it broke Ethan’s heart. To comfort the girl, Ethan spent less and less time at home. His sudden return today startled me. What if we’d run into each other? How embarrassing that would be. I’d started seeing someone on the side a year ago. Ethan didn’t know. Not that I deliberately hid it—he just hadn’t paid attention to me in a long time. Or rather, deep down, he didn’t think I could ever betray him. I’d heard him on the phone with a friend: “Vivian? She can’t live without me. No matter what I do outside, she’ll still wait obediently at home for me.” That moment, I suddenly started reflecting on myself. Why could he? But I couldn’t? Why could he say so matter-of-factly: “It’s normal for men to fool around outside.” But I couldn’t? After deep reflection and painful deliberation. I bravely stepped outside the shackles of marriage. My first affair was with Harrison, the heir to the Morrison fortune. That night he got in a fight at a bar. I was watching the excitement from the sidelines. As a bystander, I just commented: “Young people sure are hot-blooded.” Then he caught me: “Lady, I’m even hotter in bed. Want to try?” I looked at his face—handsome despite being covered in bruises—and his well-developed pecs and firm, round ass peeking through his clothes. I boldly tried for one night. And that one try became impossible to shake off. Harrison’s clinginess rivaled, even exceeded, Ethan’s mistress. At first he only clung to me in bed. Gradually he pushed for more. He insisted I make things official with him. Like last night—this young master went crazy in the middle of the night and stormed to my house, demanding I make him my legitimate boyfriend. I didn’t give in, so he tormented me all night long. If he hadn’t had a business trip early this morning, he would’ve run right into Ethan. Ethan’s phone kept ringing. Chloe couldn’t hold back anymore and had called several times. Her voice was loud enough that I could hear. She was crying on the other end: “Why is this divorce taking so long? Is she refusing? You promised me you’d divorce her even if you had to leave with nothing. Are you lying to me?” Hearing the words “leave with nothing.” My eyes lit up. Ethan coaxed her in a low voice: “Almost done. Be good and wait at home. I’ll buy you the duck neck you love on my way back.” “One hour. Maximum one hour. You must come back.” “Okay.” Ethan hung up. “Vivian, if there’s no problem, just sign.” Ethan urged me.

Actually, the divorce agreement wasn’t bad. Ethan was giving me half the assets. You could see his sincerity. Originally, I would have accepted. But thinking of my current status and all these years of humiliation… Not taking advantage when you can brings a lifetime of bad luck. Not taking advantage of a scumbag brings eight lifetimes of bad luck. So in that moment, I pretended to be upset and said, “Ethan, back when Sterling Group almost went bankrupt due to poor management, I accompanied you to business dinners and drank until I had stomach bleeding, all to secure sponsorships and financing.” “Vivian, that’s all in the past. When love is gone, it’s gone. You can keep my body but not my heart. Why bother?” Ethan tried to reason with me. “I think I should have a share of Sterling Group.” I stated plainly. Ethan froze. He probably didn’t expect I wanted Sterling Group itself, not him. “I want fifty percent of your original shares in Sterling Group, not the cash equivalent.” “What do you want shares for?” Ethan asked, surprised. “Nostalgia, I guess.” I said flatly. Ethan hesitated. To him, shares were naturally more important. He wanted absolute control of the company. Giving me fifty percent would mean he wasn’t the majority shareholder anymore. “Fine.” Ethan agreed readily. He probably figured that even if I had shares, I couldn’t really participate in company decisions. “I want the cash too.” I continued making demands. “Vivian, don’t push your luck.” Ethan clearly didn’t want to. “Money is all I have left.” I looked at Ethan. While you. You have great love. Seeing my bloodshot eyes and trembling body, Ethan reluctantly said, “Fine, I’ll give it to you. But Vivian, don’t come pestering me afterward.” “It’s a deal.” Ethan quickly had his lawyer draft a new divorce agreement. I signed it readily. I rode in his car to City Hall. The moment I opened the passenger door, I saw large words stuck there: [This Princess’s Exclusive Seat—Everyone Else Back Off!] Obviously not posted by me. Ethan noticed too and explained, “The girl likes to play around.” “No problem, I’ll sit in back.” The ride was quiet. Ethan suddenly asked me, “Why aren’t you talking?” I was looking at messages Harrison sent me. He’d just landed and was message-bombing me. [Landed safely.] [I miss you.] [Do you miss me?] [Every second away from you is torture.] [Give me official status when I get back, okay?] [What’s good about that rotten cucumber Ethan? I’m more handsome, richer, younger, and have better stamina than him.] “Vivian!” Ethan’s voice got loud. I frowned. “What?” “Who are you chatting with? Can’t you hear me talking to you?” “What is it?” I asked, puzzled. “I said after the divorce, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me. After all, we were married. I’m not that unreasonable.” Ethan repeated impatiently. “Okay.” I nodded and agreed. The car fell silent again. Ethan couldn’t help but speak again. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” “Then I wish you and her a long and happy life together.” I said. “No need to pretend in front of me.” Ethan was magnanimous. I wasn’t pretending. Bitch and dog, forever together. Ethan suddenly said kindly, “Vivian, you should see more of the outside world. Your life is too narrow. Haven’t you noticed you don’t have any friends? “Like this, after divorcing me, can you even find your next man?” I laughed lightly. “We’re getting divorced. My business is no longer your concern.” “I’m worried about you being alone with no one to take care of you.” “All these years, haven’t I always been alone?” I said coldly. Ethan naturally understood my sarcasm. He paused. “I mean, I have lots of friends. Want me to introduce you to someone?” “Sure.” I agreed generously. Ethan seemed stunned, then said, “Okay, when there’s someone good, I’ll introduce you.” After reaching City Hall, we quickly completed the divorce registration. When we left, Ethan said he’d drive me home, but his mistress kept calling him, so he left in a hurry. I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above, finally understanding what it meant to feel reborn. Over twenty years of feelings truly vanished in that instant.

I didn’t tell Harrison that Ethan and I had registered for divorce. I couldn’t really say why. Maybe I just never thought about making things official with Harrison. We were just playing around. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. But Ethan’s mistress Chloe clearly couldn’t wait any longer. On the fifth day after we registered for divorce, she posted on social media to mark her territory. We’d added each other on SnapChat at Chloe’s initiative. At first I refused, but she was persistent. One day my finger slipped and I accepted. The photo showed her and Ethan holding hands, both wearing matching couple rings. It happened to be that day. A mutual friend of Ethan and mine was having a birthday party. We both went. Ethan brought Chloe along. Before I arrived, I heard a group of people joking in the private room: “When are you two having your wedding reception?” “Wait, did Vivian really agree to divorce? I remember she loved you to death, right? Her whole life revolved around you.” “How did you convince Vivian not to cling to you desperately? Teach us, man.” Before Ethan could speak. I answered frankly, “Fair distribution of assets.” Everyone looked embarrassed when I appeared. The birthday person quickly smoothed things over and called everyone to the table. I was quite comfortable. But Chloe kept looking at me. Her eyes full of provocation. Finally unable to hold back, she stood up. “Vivian, Ethan lost so much divorcing you, and I didn’t even complain. I just hope you won’t keep pestering Ethan. Let me drink first as a sign of respect.” She downed her glass. I ignored her. Chloe got unhappy. “Vivian, you’re divorced from Ethan. Don’t tell me you still have feelings for him?” “That’s enough.” Ethan called to Chloe. “Talk about this privately.” “No, I want her to promise in front of everyone that she’ll never bother us again.” Chloe acted coy. “I just want you to belong completely to me.” Her voice was soft and sweet. Ethan ate this up. He sighed. “Vivian, just give Chloe a promise to put her mind at ease.” I glanced at Ethan. I’d almost forgotten, but suddenly remembered—once when he was drunk, he knelt on the ground saying he’d love me forever, that if I wanted the stars, he’d pluck them from the sky for me. This scene now was truly jarring. I smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, I don’t take trash.” Ethan’s smiling face instantly turned cold. Chloe didn’t look much better either. I continued, “Let me correct you. When Ethan divorced me, he didn’t lose much. It was all what I deserved. Also, half of what Ethan spent on you was my money. Not making you pay it back is my mercy. You should be grateful, not push your luck.” “You!” Chloe’s face turned red with anger. Ethan protected her. “Vivian, even if you can’t accept divorcing me, there’s no need to make things hard for the girl.” “No hard feelings.” I enunciated each word. “Stop being stubborn. I know you can’t accept that I don’t love you anymore…” The door suddenly burst open. A familiar voice rang out. “Sorry, I’m late.”

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To appease his assistant Yvonne, my husband Sebastian demoted me to cleaning toilets. From that day on, I avoided him completely. When he woke up in the morning, I no longer helped him with his tie. When he worked late into the night, I no longer prepared his reports. Even when I caught him leaving a love hotel with Yvonne, I didn’t say a word. I just quietly left. One day, Sebastian swallowed his pride and came to find me, watching as I knelt on the floor scraping off chewing gum. “River, you don’t actually have to degrade yourself like this. Putting you on janitorial duty was just for show. Once Yvonne calms down, I’ll move you back to your VP position.” I braced myself on my aching legs and stood up, carrying the dirty water bucket in silence. Today marked the thousandth day I’d spent chasing after Sebastian, and it would be my last. He had no idea I’d already accepted a job offer worth millions a year. Seeing my silence, Sebastian pressed his lips together tightly. He seemed to be trying to pacify a sulking child—giving a slap followed by candy, thinking everything could just be smoothed over. “It’s your birthday today, so stop being mad at me. I’ve prepared a surprise for you tonight.” In seven years together, Sebastian had never once remembered my birthday. Every time I bought a cake, he would look surprised and ask what special occasion it was. But Yvonne had only been working here for two weeks, and Sebastian could clearly remember her cycle, her birthday, and exactly how many days she’d been on staff. Now that I’d stopped loving him, he suddenly cared. Sebastian raised his hand to pat my head, but when he heard a cough, he pulled his hand back in panic. Yvonne walked up to me, pulled out a bottle of alcohol spray from her bag with disgust, and sprayed it right in my face. “River, you work in sanitation now. You’re absolutely filthy.” “Mr. Harrison is a gentleman. Please disinfect yourself before getting close to him.” She moved too quickly for me to dodge. The alcohol spray got in my eyes, and the pain made me instinctively rub them. The water bucket fell to the ground with a crash, accompanied by Yvonne’s hysterical screaming. “Call security to disinfect this area! The dirty water splashed on Mr. Harrison’s pants. What if he gets infected and falls ill?” Sebastian smiled indulgently and teased Yvonne. “I’m not as delicate as you.” Yvonne pouted in protest, standing on her tiptoes to cup Sebastian’s face. “Who says I’m delicate? Last time you ate spicy noodles and got gastroenteritis, I was the one who carried you to the hospital.” The two of them flirted, completely oblivious to the fact that I’d been tripped by the water bucket. I sat slumped in the cold, dirty water, remembering the slap I’d given Yvonne. That day, I’d helped Sebastian secure an international contract. He’d gotten a stomachache from drinking. I went to the nearest pharmacy to buy medicine. When I rushed back to the restaurant with the medication, gasping for breath, he was already gone. The news had just reported that a murderer was on the loose in that area. I panicked and called the police, crying as I searched every street for Sebastian, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. Until the hospital called me. I ran to the hospital, thinking that if something had really happened to Sebastian, I would die with him. But when I pushed open the hospital room door, I saw Sebastian holding Yvonne and comforting her. Yvonne was crying her eyes out, blaming herself for taking Sebastian to eat spicy noodles. I lost my mind and slapped Yvonne hard across the face. Sebastian’s expression turned frighteningly cold. He immediately contacted HR to transfer me to janitorial services. At that moment, I demanded like a madwoman whether Sebastian had fallen for someone else. He was too busy comforting Yvonne to answer. But I already knew the answer.

Security guards arrived carrying high-concentration disinfectant sprayers on their backs. Under Yvonne’s direction, they aimed the nozzles directly at me. Sebastian frowned and grabbed Yvonne’s hand. “River is allergic to disinfectant. Just have them spray the floor.” Yvonne blinked playfully. “Don’t worry, I’m using all-natural, non-irritating disinfectant.” “Even if River accidentally gets some on her, she won’t have an allergic reaction.” She pressed the switch, and a stream of liquid reeking of disinfectant soaked my collar. “See? Nothing happened.” Sebastian glanced at me, confirming there was no rash on my neck, then affectionately tapped Yvonne’s forehead. “Clever girl.” I swayed as I stood up, struggling to suppress the urge to scratch my skin raw to stop the itching. From an angle Sebastian couldn’t see, Yvonne smugly made a face at me. She was certain I wouldn’t ask Sebastian for help—or rather, she firmly believed that even if Sebastian knew, he would choose to stand by her side. After all, last time, Yvonne had accidentally shredded an important data file. She’d cried and thrown herself into Sebastian’s arms, saying I’d told her to do it. All the employees glared at me with resentment, watching months of their hard work go down the drain. I couldn’t defend myself. I asked Sebastian to check the security footage to prove my innocence. Instead, he covered Yvonne’s ears and called me an idiot who couldn’t even keep data safe. The smell of disinfectant stung my nerves. My throat felt like an invisible hand was choking it, leaving me unable to breathe. I placed my hand over my belly, praying the baby inside would hang on a little longer. Sebastian didn’t notice anything wrong with me. But when Yvonne started coughing from the fumes, he quickly led her away. The security guards watched them leave, then leered at my partially visible clothes. “Sleep with Mr. Harrison a few times and you think you can be the boss’s wife? You’re just a used shoe he kicked aside.” “Ms. Sullivan specifically instructed us that you smell like a vixen and need to be thoroughly washed with disinfectant!” Seeing their malicious expressions, I backed away cautiously. “What are you trying to do?” They roughly dragged me toward the stairwell, tearing my clothes. My lower abdomen felt like hands were viciously twisting inside, filling me with dread. I bit down hard on the ear of the person closest to me and struggled desperately to break free. “Ah! You bitch, let go!” My cheek stung with searing pain as someone kicked me down hard. I didn’t care about the pain and crawled toward the exit using both hands and feet. “Help! Someone’s trying to rape me!” My screams echoed through the stairwell, loud enough to hurt eardrums. Seeing things spiral out of control, the guards cursed and kicked me a few more times before fleeing in panic. I endured the sharp pain in my lower back and slowly climbed up from the floor. Before I could catch my breath, someone grabbed my wrist forcefully. Thinking the guards had returned, I reflexively shook off their hand. “Get away!” A cold laugh came from above my head. I looked up to meet Sebastian’s icy gaze. “River, I never thought you could do something so vicious.” I frowned in confusion. Before I could ask, Sebastian dragged me quickly toward the elevator. Yvonne’s aggrieved sobbing came from the executive office. Sebastian threw me against the wall and pointed at the bloody dead rat in the coffee machine, roaring. “Stop playing dumb! Apologize to Yvonne right now.”

The rat’s eyes bulged grotesquely. When I saw the blood, my head started spinning. After my parents died, the community sent me to an orphanage. The girl in the bed across from mine wanted the hairpin in my hair. It was the only thing my parents had left me. I refused to give it to her no matter what. She got some thugs from outside to threaten me, saying if I didn’t give it to her, they’d kill me. I trembled with fear, clutching the hairpin tightly to my chest. Furious, they lunged at me with a knife. Sebastian rushed out and took the blow for me. Warm blood stained my dress, just like when my parents shielded me during the explosion, coughing up blood. I screamed and collapsed on top of Sebastian, passing out. After that, I developed severe hemophobia. I slid weakly down the wall, images of my parents lying in pools of blood flooding my mind. “It’s all my fault… I shouldn’t have wanted to go to the amusement park…” Sebastian noticed something was wrong and rushed to my side in panic. But when Yvonne cried out in pain, he immediately returned to her, holding her and gently patting her back. “Sebastian, I’m scared…” “Why is River deliberately trying to scare me? Does she resent me for taking her position?” Yvonne pulled off her work badge, tears streaming down her face pitifully. “I’ll give you back the position by your side. I won’t compete with her anymore…” Sebastian tenderly wiped away Yvonne’s tears, his eyes looking like he wanted to tear me to pieces. He roared at me. “River Hayes, apologize to Yvonne right now.” I curled up in the corner, forcing out a smile that looked worse than crying. Sebastian really didn’t believe me. His heart had truly shifted to Yvonne’s side. My nails dug painfully into my palm as I closed my eyes in despair. I’d said I would let go. I’d sworn not to love Sebastian anymore, not to shed another tear for him. But why couldn’t I stop the tears from flowing? Sebastian’s patience ran out. He roughly grabbed my wrist, squeezing so hard it felt like he’d crush my bones. He dragged me to Yvonne’s feet and pulled out a property deed from the drawer, throwing it in my face. “I bought back your parents’ house at a high price. I was planning to give it to you as a birthday gift.” “But since you refuse to apologize to Yvonne, I guess there’s no need for that.” Sebastian lifted his foot and stepped on the deed. The clean document got dirty footprints on it. My breathing stopped as I lunged forward to protect the deed. “I’m willing to buy it back at equal value! You promised me that when we made money, you’d help me get my parents’ house back.” “Sebastian, I want you to keep that promise right now!” Sebastian froze for a second. Yvonne seized the opportunity to snatch the deed from my arms. The crisp sound of tearing filled the air as the deed became a pile of scraps. Yvonne’s eyes were red as she vindictively scattered the pieces out the window. The taut string in my brain snapped. I stared blankly at the paper scraps dancing in the air. Sebastian rubbed his temples wearily and was about to scold her, but he looked into Yvonne’s moist doe eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to blame her and looked at me in compromise. “You put a dead rat in the coffee machine to scare her, and she tore up your house deed. Consider it even.” Tears streamed down my face as I laughed bitterly. Sebastian thought Yvonne had only torn up a deed. No. She hadn’t just torn up a deed. She’d torn up Sebastian’s promise to me and the last bit of feeling I had for him. A metallic taste rose in my throat. I said very, very softly. “Sebastian, I don’t love you anymore.” He stepped closer and leaned down. “What did you just say? I didn’t hear you clearly.”

Seeing Sebastian’s attention drawn back to me, Yvonne clutched her chest and whined that it hurt. “I’m still dizzy. How am I supposed to receive our important guest later?” A malicious smile played at the corners of her mouth, as if disaster was about to befall me. The next second, someone knocked on the office door. “Mr. Harrison, Ms. Linda has arrived in the VIP room.” A chill ran down my spine. When I heard the visitor’s name, I couldn’t help trembling. Linda was the only daughter of the company’s largest partner and Sebastian’s most obsessive pursuer. Every time she visited, she’d have her wolfhound sniff Sebastian to track down any woman who’d been near him. Once, she had the dog bite off the leg of a female employee who’d run into Sebastian in the break room. Sebastian still needed her father’s influence, so he could only swallow his anger. To keep me safe, whenever Linda visited, he’d give me the day off to stay home. The click-clack of high heels approached. The glass door reflected the shadow of a woman and a dog. The office rest room could only fit one person. Sebastian looked between me and Yvonne hesitantly, unable to choose. Yvonne suddenly gasped for air and collapsed weakly into Sebastian’s arms. “Mr. Harrison, let me receive the guest.” “I’m your assistant now. Even if the wolfhound tears me to pieces, that’s my duty.” Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I clutched the desk, my phone clattering to the floor. The screen lit up, showing my wallpaper—a photo of Sebastian and me smiling while hugging a Samoyed. Sebastian’s eyes lit up as he gripped my shoulders tightly. “River, didn’t we used to have a dog?” “The dog always liked you better. Maybe Linda’s dog will like you too.” My pupils constricted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Wolfhounds were extremely aggressive. Our Samoyed had been mauled to death by a wolfhound while protecting me. I’d suffered severe psychological trauma from it. Even now, I still had nightmares every night. Sebastian carefully carried Yvonne into the rest room. There was extra space inside—barely enough to squeeze in one more person. I slowly approached, but Sebastian blocked the doorway with a cold expression. “She needs enough room to breathe. If you force your way in, you’ll kill her.” The knocking grew more urgent. I could barely stand from the pain as I frantically searched for somewhere to hide. But then came a loud crash behind me. Linda kicked the door open furiously, leading a wolfhound with a mouthful of fangs toward me. I instinctively hid behind Sebastian, protecting my belly. Murderous intent flashed in Linda’s eyes as she patted the wolfhound’s head. “Precious, tear apart this bitch who’s seducing Sebastian!” The wolfhound opened its gaping maw and charged at me viciously. I ran, but the dog still clawed several bloody gashes in my calf. Sebastian looked worried, but when I approached the rest room, his expression instantly changed. He grabbed the glass from the desk and threw it precisely at my feet, blocking my path forward. Yvonne cracked the door open slightly, smirking triumphantly. The wolfhound cornered me. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists. The office descended into chaos as Linda’s phone suddenly rang. She stamped her foot in frustration and called Precious back to her side. “You’re lucky today. Next time I catch you shamelessly clinging to Sebastian, I’ll have Precious bite you to death!” Watching Linda’s retreating figure, my taut nerves slowly relaxed. Sebastian stepped past my blood-covered body and urgently pulled open the rest room door. After confirming Yvonne was unharmed, he spared me a glance. “Go treat your wounds first. I’ll come home tonight to celebrate your birthday with you.” I limped out of the office and rushed to the hospital as fast as I could. The doctor gave me medication to prevent miscarriage and told me I absolutely had to rest well. I went home to pack my things. Without a second of hesitation, I headed straight to the airport. Near the end of the workday, Sebastian called HR. “Starting tomorrow, restore River Hayes to her VP position.” The person on the other end made a confused sound. “Mr. Harrison, River submitted her resignation after the employee health check revealed she was pregnant.” Sebastian’s temple throbbed. He grabbed his car keys in panic and rushed home. But when he opened the door, the bed was empty except for a dull diamond ring.

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For three years, I lived under the title of Luna of the Shadow Phantom Pack. But everyone knew I was nothing more than Sophia’s replacement—a blood bag she needed to survive. Alpha Zane guarded her, my parents favored her, and even the Silver Moon Necklace that should have been mine was casually dismissed by him as “returning it to its rightful owner.” I once thought that if I was obedient enough, humble enough, someday they would see me and feel sorry for me. But now, I’ve finally woken up. I’m going to dissolve the mate bond, leave the pack, and from now on, live only for myself. Mira POV When the cold needle pierced my skin, I was already used to not crying out in pain. I lay numbly on the hospital bed, watching my blood flow through the tube, drop by drop, into that glaring blood bag. Zane stood not far away. The high and mighty Alpha of the Shadow Phantom Pack. My mate. At this moment, he was staring intently at that blood bag, his eyes filled with a heartache I had never received. “Draw it faster.” He coldly ordered the doctor, not even sparing me a glance as I lay there, deathly pale. “Sophia is still waiting.” Hearing that name, my heart couldn’t help but throb with pain. Sophia, the true precious daughter of the Silver Moon Pack. She was the one who was supposed to wear the wedding dress and marry Zane in the arranged union. But after an attack by a rogue wolf, the wolfsbane poison completely destroyed her blood and completely ruined my life. I was sent to Zane’s territory as a cheap replacement, packaged and delivered. Everyone in the territory respectfully called me Luna. But only I knew it was nothing more than a pathetic joke. Because Zane’s heart had always belonged to Sophia. Vial after vial of fresh blood was drawn from me. I watched Zane carefully protect those blood bags as he turned and left, then closed my eyes in despair. After a long time, I slowly opened them again. What greeted me was the pure white ceiling of the hospital. My wrist was wrapped in thick gauze. The wolf within me felt like it had fallen into a death-like slumber. The door to the hospital room was suddenly shoved open, and a middle-aged couple strode in, their faces showing undisguised impatience. They were my biological parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. “Mira, you’d better take care of that body of yours. Listen carefully—your life exists to save Sophia.” His voice was cold as ice, cruelly crushing the last bit of hope in my heart. Yes, in their eyes, I had never been their daughter. My mother’s voice was even more cutting. “Drop that pitiful look! Don’t forget, the Luna position you’re occupying belongs to Sophia! If Sophia hadn’t been poisoned, it would never have been your turn!” “Enough, don’t bother with her. Sophia still needs us.” My father snorted coldly. They turned and left, never once looking at me again from start to finish. I lowered my head and touched the blood-soaked gauze on my wrist, letting out a self-mocking laugh. Zane returned, and I thought he was going to have them draw my blood again. He walked straight to my hospital bed, impatiently furrowing his brow, lowering his voice as if granting me charity. “As long as you continue obediently giving blood to Sophia, I promise that in a few days, I’ll officially mark you.” I looked at him, the corner of my lips curving into a cold smile. “Really? What a generous compensation.” He froze for a moment, seeming to find my reaction somewhat unusual today, but Sophia left him no time to care. In the end, he said nothing and turned to leave. The next day, after the blood draw, my face was as white as paper, so weak I could barely stand. I believed this would be the last time I gave blood to Sophia. Through the glass window, I clearly saw Zane walk to Sophia’s bedside and gently tuck in her blanket. The whispered gossip of a few nurses nearby reached my ears clearly. “Luna Mira is so pitiful. They’re both Alpha’s daughters…” “Who told Alpha Zane to only have eyes for Miss Sophia? She’s nothing but a walking blood bank. How pathetic.” So this was the life I had been living all along—without love, and without dignity. My nails dug deep into my palms, yet I felt no pain. I supported myself against the wall and slowly walked to Zane. “Are you coming back to the main house tonight? I’ve prepared a gift for you.” “A gift?” His expression instantly darkened, his eyes full of disgust. “Sophia is still suffering in that hospital bed, and you still have the mood for these pleasing tricks? Do you even have a heart?” “If you’re not coming back, forget it.” My tone remained calm. “It wasn’t anything important anyway.” “Stop with your ridiculous schemes. I don’t need them.” He coldly cut me off, turned, and quickly walked back to Sophia’s hospital room. Don’t need them? You’ll need this “gift” soon enough. Walking out of the hospital doors, I mind-linked my exclusive pack lawyer. “Prepare a mate dissolution agreement for me.”

Mira POV The next day, I discharged myself from the hospital alone. As I walked out of the hospital building, I passed by Sophia’s VIP room. Through the half-open door, I saw Sophia leaning against the headboard. Though her face was pale, her smile was radiant and endearing. My parents surrounded her bed, asking after her health with concern. And Zane sat on the edge of the bed holding a bowl of herbal medicine, patiently feeding it to her spoonful by spoonful. They looked like a complete, happy family. I withdrew my gaze and turned to leave. I returned to the house Zane had assigned to me. This wasn’t the main house, because he had never officially marked me, nor did he allow me to set foot in his true territory. I walked into the bedroom and began packing my pitifully few belongings. When I pulled open the bottom drawer of the nightstand, I discovered an old phone with a cracked screen. As if possessed, I turned it on. The phone had no password. I clicked on a memo titled “Secret.” Inside were densely written records of every detail from the past three years. 【Today was my mating ceremony with Zane, but he didn’t kiss me or mark me. In the evening, Sophia suddenly coughed up blood. He left me alone in the bridal chamber and never returned all night.】 【Today they drew 400cc of blood. My head is so dizzy. Mom came to see Sophia and brought her favorite desserts. I asked Mom if I could have a piece too. She said it was specially made for Sophia and there was none for me.】 【Zane smiled at me today. Although it was only because I voluntarily offered to draw an extra vial of blood for Sophia as backup. As long as he’s happy, I’m willing to give any amount of blood.】 【It hurts so much… Why won’t they love me no matter how hard I try? What do I have to do for them to just look at me?】 … Line after line, word after word—all evidence of how that girl named Mira had endured endless neglect and torment. She had humbled herself into the dust, trying to please those who would never love her with her own blood. Looking at those words, I couldn’t stop my eyes from stinging. Tears fell onto the cracked screen. I felt sorrow for that foolish version of myself. I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and forcefully wiped the tears from my face. I stood and walked to the full-length mirror. The woman in the mirror was pale and thin, her wrists still wrapped in glaring bandages, like a withering rose. I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes gradually becoming clear and resolute. I threw that old phone into the trash. “It’s okay if no one loves you, Mira.” I said softly but firmly to myself in the mirror. “From now on, you need to love yourself.” To hell with being a walking blood bank. To hell with Zane. I was no longer that pitiful creature begging humbly for love. I was going to take back my own life.

Mira POV A mind-link forcibly cut into my mind, carrying my mother’s blunt accusation. “You’re not even planning to show up at Sophia’s birthday party tonight?” Birthday? The wolf within me paced back and forth irritably. She had already issued an impatient command: “Whatever your excuse is, seven o’clock tonight—be there on time!” As soon as she finished speaking, the mind-link was forcibly cut off. I didn’t want to go. But thinking it over, I was leaving soon anyway. There was no need to cause trouble at the last moment. So I picked out a black dress and had the driver take me to the birthday party venue. The entire Silver Moon Pack banquet hall was brilliantly lit. When I arrived, the party was at its liveliest. The center of attention was Zane and Sophia standing in the middle. Sophia wore a white gown, like a carefully tended rose. Although the attack years ago had left her poisoned with wolfsbane, causing severe blood disease, sustained by regularly drawing my blood, her face now glowed especially rosy with joy. And Zane—my mate in name only—his gaze never left her from start to finish. “I heard Alpha Zane personally supervised the wolf guards for three days and nights to prepare a surprise for Sophia.” Amid the guests’ chatter, I watched Zane kneel down and willingly adjust Sophia’s hem for her. The smile on his face held a tenderness I had never seen. That scene had once been like a silent knife. Suddenly, the lights converged on the stage. My father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, announced radiantly, “I’ve decided that Sophia will soon inherit the entire Silver Moon Pack, including all the pack’s wealth and trust funds—everything will be inherited by my daughter Sophia alone!” The entire hall erupted in shocked murmurs. As his other daughter, I received nothing—not even a mention of my name? Probing, pitying, and schadenfreude-filled gazes shot toward me in the corner. But the most shocking part was yet to come. Zane led Sophia onto the stage and opened a velvet box. Inside was the Silver Moon Necklace, symbolizing the Luna identity of the Shadow Phantom Pack. “Isn’t it said that only successive Lunas can wear it?” a pack member exclaimed. Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, Zane personally placed that necklace around Sophia’s neck. “Zane, this is too precious,” Sophia covered her mouth, looking down at the audience timidly. “This should be Mira’s.” My mother immediately chimed in. “Mira is already Alpha Zane’s mate—she doesn’t lack these things. You’re weak and need her blood to sustain you. This compensation is only right and proper.” Zane’s gaze swept across the audience below, cold as ice. “If not for that accident years ago, the one standing by my side today, becoming Luna, should have been Sophia all along. This necklace is merely returning to its rightful owner.” The words “rightful owner” felt like a slap across my face. The pack guests’ snickering was like ants, gnawing away at my last shred of dignity. I looked at the happy family of several people on stage, at Sophia’s triumphant eyes and Zane’s heartless face. At this moment, I felt no turmoil in my heart whatsoever. No heartache, no sadness, not even anger. I turned and silently walked toward the exit. “Look, Luna Mira is crying,” whispers came from behind me. I didn’t stop walking and entered the restroom. In the mirror, that face had not a single tear—calm as a deep sea. So after your heart dies, it really doesn’t hurt anymore. These people, these things—to me, they were already an irrelevant past. I pulled at the corners of my mouth in the mirror. Just endure a little longer. Once the mate dissolution agreement is ready, I can leave completely.

Mira POV I came out of the restroom and turned into a secluded balcony off the main house to get some air. The moment I stepped in, I froze in place. In the shadows, Zane was pinning Sophia against the wall, kissing her intensely. The thick Alpha scent in the air made the wolf within me instinctively tremble. “Zane… will Mira be upset…” Sophia whimpered. “I saw her—she seemed to be crying…” Zane released her, his thumb rubbing her swollen lips. “Whether she’s upset or not has nothing to do with me.” He looked at her, enunciating each word. “Sophia, the only Luna candidate in my heart has always been you and you alone.” My face felt itchy. I reached up to touch it and found tears. “Maybe it’s my past self mourning,” I thought. I left expressionlessly. Not long after returning to the banquet hall, Sophia rushed over excitedly. “Mira, the necklace Zane gave me is missing! Did you take it?” Her eyes reddened. “A wolf guard saw you—you were the only one who went near my seat!” My father and mother immediately rushed over. “Mira, did you steal the necklace?” my father demanded harshly, his Alpha pressure bearing down directly. My mother slapped me hard across the face. “You’ve made the Silver Moon Pack lose all face! Hand it over now!” My cheek burned with pain. I looked at my so-called biological parents, watched them trample me like this for a sister who had been drinking my blood for years, and felt only absurdity. “I didn’t take it.” I defended myself. “Still lying!” My mother commanded the wolf guards. “Search her! Even if you have to strip her clothes off, find that necklace!” Two burly wolf guards roughly grabbed me. During the struggle, my dress tore, exposing my pale shoulder. The surrounding guests let out mocking laughter. Just then, a wolf guard suddenly pulled the necklace out of my handbag. “Found it!” Sophia took it back with tears in her eyes, looking wounded. “Mira, I know you’re upset. If you really wanted it, you only had to ask and I would have given it to you. Why did you have to steal it?” With one sentence, she sealed my guilt. Zane slowly approached. He didn’t look at anyone else. His gaze fell only on me, his voice icy. “Why steal it?” A supremely mocking curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve never considered you my mate. Don’t you know that?” “Things that don’t belong to you will never belong to you, even if you steal them.” The ultimate humiliation engulfed me. Just when everyone thought I would break down, I suddenly laughed. The laugh was soft, but it made Zane’s expression change. I raised my head and met his cold gaze. “I didn’t steal it.” I looked at him, enunciating each word as if using all my strength: “Alpha Zane, I, Mira Glace, reject you as my mate.” Watching his pupils suddenly contract, I added coldly: “Since I’m rejecting you now, you’re nothing to me. Why would I steal that necklace?”

Mira POV My rejection declaration plunged the entire hall into deathly silence. On Zane’s handsome face, the mocking expression froze for an instant, then transformed into an even deeper sneer. He released suffocating Alpha pressure, looking down at me from above. “Don’t want to be my Luna anymore?” He laughed scornfully. “Mira Glace, you’ve played this playing-hard-to-get trick no less than a hundred times. Give it a rest. I don’t love you and never will.” The surrounding pack members immediately echoed, not hiding their mockery. “Using this method to attract the Alpha’s attention again. Truly disgusting.” “Who does she think she is? She hasn’t even been marked by the Alpha. Everyone knows Sophia is the Luna Alpha Zane chose. If not for the wolfsbane poisoning, how could Zane possibly look at Mira, this walking blood bag?” Contemptuous gazes and harsh comments wrapped around me like a net. My father’s face turned iron-blue. To show loyalty to Zane and for the pack’s interests, he barked an order to the wolf guards: “Guards! Throw Mira Glace into the dungeon!” The dungeon—that was where the Silver Moon Pack imprisoned rogue wolves and traitors. Cold and damp. My pupils contracted sharply. I couldn’t be locked up. My escape plan had just begun! “Let me go! You can’t do this to me!” I struggled hoarsely. But from prolonged blood draws for Sophia, my body was already extremely weak. My resistance was useless. I turned my desperate gaze to Zane. “Zane, you can’t let them do this to me!” “Why can’t I?” A cruel sneer curved Zane’s lips. I wanted to say, because I’m still your mate in name, the Luna of the Shadow Phantom Pack. But before I could speak, a wolf guard impatiently raised his hand and struck hard at the back of my neck. Sharp pain hit me, my body went limp, and my consciousness plunged into complete darkness. … The bone-chilling cold woke me. I lay on the icy stone floor, surrounded by darkness, permeated with heavy smells of blood and mold. This was the dungeon. I couldn’t die here. A strong survival instinct supported me. I dragged my drained body toward where I remembered the iron door to be. “Open the door… is anyone there…” I hoarsely pounded on the heavy iron bars. Outside the door—no response. Just as I was about to despair, the sound of high heels approached from far to near. “Mira, are you in there?” Sophia’s voice came through the iron door, carrying a strange pity. “How pitiful. You’re the legitimate Luna, aren’t you?” My heart was stabbed hard. Sophia looked down at me condescendingly and continued mockingly. “But what good is a Luna in name only? The one who isn’t loved is the most pitiful. From beginning to end, you’ve been nothing but my blood bag.” She let out a light laugh. Just then, a phone rang. Sophia took out her phone. Seeing the caller ID, she smiled with satisfaction. She pressed speakerphone, and Zane’s deep voice came through. “Sophia? Where are you?” Sophia immediately switched to a soft, pitying tone. “I… I wanted to come to the dungeon to check on Mira.” Zane’s nervous and heartbroken voice instantly came through. “That place is cold and dark. What are you doing there? Come up quickly. Your body can’t handle the cold.” “Mm, I’m coming out now.” Sophia gave me a triumphant look and hung up. I felt my breathing begin to freeze. He knew the dungeon was cold and dark, yet he didn’t care at all that I, his “Luna” who had just had blood drawn, had been locked in here for a full day. Just like countless times before, I thought my compromise and sacrifice could earn a shred of his mercy, but in his eyes, I was just using tired old tricks again. But this time, I wasn’t using tricks. Because I could finally stop loving him completely. The last bit of strength in my body was drained. I slowly closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into endless darkness.

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The holiday was approaching. I had just booked the hotel and plane tickets for the whole family. I couldn’t wait to call my father, only to discover that the video call connected to my dad five years in the future. I said happily to the camera: “Dad, this time I’m taking you guys to Hawaii to stay in an ocean-view room. You can watch the beach and the bikinis.” There was no answer on the other end. Instead, I heard heart-wrenching coughing. I asked with concern: “Dad, isn’t Sophia taking care of you? Five years from now, did I marry far away and can’t take care of you?” Father turned the camera around to face the hospital bed. In the frame, a child was stepping on his oxygen tube, laughing gleefully. Seeing this scene, I said angrily: “That must be my child with Jasper! Tell him to discipline this kid properly.” Under my shocked gaze, he trembled as he turned the camera back to himself: “Actually, five years ago, I gave the house you bought for us to Sophia. This child is Jasper and Sophia’s kid.”

“Rayne, can you upgrade the hotel to a suite? I want to take photos for Ins. This small room is too shabby.” Sophia’s message popped up, followed by a pouting emoji. I stared at the screen. My fingers were still trembling. The image of my father’s face from that video call was still burned into my mind. That child was Jasper and Sophia’s? I didn’t reply to her. Instead, I turned and dialed Jasper’s number. He answered instantly, his tone gentle: “Baby, what’s wrong? Missing me?” I was about to speak when I heard a laugh in the background. Very soft, but I knew it too well. Sophia’s laugh, with that coquettish lilt at the end. “Who are you with?” “Oh, Sophia came to pick up the sunscreen you bought for her. She just stopped by.” His tone was casual. “What’s wrong, baby?” Stopped by? His company was in the east side of the city, Sophia lived on the west side. Forty minutes apart by car. “Nothing, just asking.” I hung up. I opened my notes app, deleted the Hawaii itinerary I’d written, and typed a line: Not going to Hawaii. At dinner time, I went back to my parents’ house. When I pushed open the door, the spicy wings hit me. All dishes Sophia loved. I had a bad stomach. Three years ago, I was diagnosed with superficial gastritis and couldn’t eat spicy food. Mom poked her head out from the kitchen: “Rayne’s here? Come sit. Sophia rarely comes home for dinner, so just make do, okay.” Sophia rolled her eyes: “If you don’t like it, just eat less. It’s not like this every day.” I sat down. There wasn’t a single dish in front of me that I could eat. I took a bite of fried chicken. When I swallowed, my stomach burned with acid. After dinner, Jasper came to pick me up. He greeted my parents first, his smile appropriate. Then he walked to the sofa and naturally picked up the shopping bag Sophia had left there, handing it to her. “This is pretty heavy. Let me carry it down for you.” Their fingertips touched. Neither pulled away. Sophia looked up at him. Her ears were flushed red. Jasper turned to me with a smile: “Let’s go, baby. Time to go home.” I saw it all but said nothing. In the car, he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and covered the back of my hand with the other. “Rayne, is everything arranged for Hawaii? Do you need my help?” “All booked.” “That’s good.” He glanced at me. “When we get there, I’ll take you diving. You’ve always wanted to try, right?” I said okay. Back home, I closed the bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed. I replayed that future video call in my mind over and over again. The house given to Sophia. The child belonging to Jasper and Sophia. You decide for yourself. I picked up my phone and saw that Sophia had sent a message in the family group chat: “So excited! The hotel Rayne booked must be amazing! Love you, Rayne!” Followed by a row of hearts. Mom replied: “Rayne worked hard.” Dad sent a thumbs-up emoji. I exited the group chat and opened my conversation with Jasper. The most recent message was his goodnight text with a kissing emoji. I scrolled up to three days ago. He had recalled a message. The recall time was 2:17 PM. That afternoon at 2 PM, Sophia posted on social media saying she was shopping at the mall. Location: A shopping district in the east side. The one downstairs from Jasper’s company. I put my phone face-down on the nightstand and closed my eyes. My future father’s voice echoed again: “You decide for yourself.”

“Rayne, Mochi only eats this brand of food. Anything else makes her sick. Thanks!” Three days before departure, Sophia brought her corgi to my house. She walked in, dumped three bags of dog food on the kitchen floor, and turned to leave without even bringing a dog bed. I stopped her: “Where’s the bed? Where will she sleep at night?” “Just find some cushion. Mochi’s not picky.” She had already changed her shoes and waved at me: “You’re the best, Rayne! I’ll treat you to dinner when I get back!” The door closed. I looked down at the label on the dog food bag. Imported. $360 per bag. Last month, Sophia asked to borrow money from me: “Rayne, my salary is only three grand a month. I really can’t make it to the end of the month.” I transferred her two thousand dollars. But today, the shoes on her feet—I’d seen them at the mall. Four thousand eight hundred dollars. The corgi circled around my feet, wagging its tail happily. I crouched down and patted its head: “Come on, let’s take you to the park to see the world.” The park had lots of large dogs. The corgi’s short legs couldn’t run fast. I loosened the leash and watched it frolic on the grass, squealing as a golden retriever chased it. At noon, Mom called. “Rayne, transfer two thousand dollars to Sophia. She wants to buy some clothes for the trip.” “Mom, doesn’t she have her own salary?” Her tone immediately changed: “Sophia doesn’t make much, you know that. Can’t you be more generous? She’s been frail since childhood. What’s wrong with you helping her?” Frail since childhood. I’d heard this line for twenty-five years. Sophia had pneumonia as a kid and was hospitalized for half a month. Since then, she became the family’s porcelain doll. But now she could party at clubs until 3 AM. Frail? “I’ll transfer it to her later.” I hung up. I didn’t transfer it. In the afternoon, I went to Jasper’s company to deliver his charger that he’d left at home. The receptionist said: “Jasper is out. Would you like to wait?” I called him. “Baby, I’m meeting a client. I’ll call you back later.” I said okay and turned toward the parking lot. His car was still there. The black Audi was parked in its usual spot. I walked closer and looked inside. The passenger seat had been lowered. The rearview mirror angle was wrong too. Someone much shorter than me had sat there. I’m five-foot-eight. Sophia is five-foot-two. That evening at home, I deliberately leaned on Jasper’s shoulder and said: “I might not be able to go to Hawaii. The company has a last-minute project.” He froze for a second. Just one second. Then he cupped my face with both hands, his brow furrowed: “That’s such a shame, baby. How about I don’t go either and stay with you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes gentle. “No, you go. Help me take care of my parents.” “Alright, then I’ll be filial for you.” He agreed too quickly. Not even a second of hesitation. Before bed, I scrolled through the family group’s new messages. Sophia had posted: “So excited for the holiday! Jasper said he’ll take me diving when we get there!” Mom replied with a string of happy emojis. Dad said: “Jasper’s a reliable guy.” I turned off my phone and lay in the darkness with my eyes open. That future scene floated up again—Father paralyzed in bed, a child stepping on his oxygen tube and laughing. I told myself: Just hang on a few more days.

“Yes, transfer it to Sophia’s name. How can a girl get married without a house? Rayne has Jasper. No need to worry about her.” The day before departure, I went to my parents’ house to get something. As I passed the study, I heard Dad on the phone. His voice wasn’t loud, but every word was crystal clear. Exactly the same as what my future father had said. He was already processing it. That house—the down payment of $800,000 was three years of my savings. The monthly mortgage of twelve thousand dollars, I’d been paying for three years. I put it in his name because he patted his chest and said: “Put it in Dad’s name. In the future, it’ll belong to both you sisters.” Now “both you sisters” had become Sophia alone. I stood outside the study door, taking deep breaths. I pushed the door open, pretending I hadn’t heard anything. Dad hung up the phone and smiled: “Rayne’s here? You’re really not coming with us tomorrow?” “Can’t get away from work.” He nodded without asking more and turned to open the closet to pack Sophia’s suitcase. Sophia came back from outside carrying a bag. She rushed into the study and acted cute toward Dad: “Dad, look! Isn’t it pretty?” She pulled a bikini out of the bag. The tag was still attached. Dad smiled: “Pretty, pretty. My daughter looks good in anything.” I stood beside them. He didn’t even glance at me. That evening, Jasper came to the house for dinner. During the meal, Sophia dropped her fork and bent down to pick it up. Jasper bent down at almost the same time. The two of them stayed under the table for two seconds before coming back up. Sophia’s ears were red, her eyes darting around. Jasper nonchalantly served me some food with his fork: “Baby, eat more. You’ll have to take care of yourself these next few days.” I smiled and said okay. After dinner, Mom pulled me into the kitchen and lowered her voice: “Sophia told me she wants a new phone. Can you transfer her five thousand this month? She’s too embarrassed to ask you herself.” “Mom, I just gave her three thousand last month.” Mom’s face darkened: “You make so much money. What’s wrong with spending some on Sophia? You’re getting stingier.” I made eighteen thousand a month after taxes. Mortgage: twelve thousand. Sophia’s living expenses: three thousand. Year-end for my parents: twenty thousand. “I’ll transfer it to her later.” I said that line again. Back at my own place, Sophia’s dog had torn up my couch cushion. Cotton was scattered all over the floor. I crouched down to clean it up. My phone buzzed with Sophia’s message: “Rayne, Mochi’s nails need trimming. Can you take her to the pet store? My usual place charges $280 per visit.” I didn’t reply. I opened my photo album and recorded an audio memo of the property transfer call I’d overheard today. Then I dialed my future father’s video call. The call rang three times before connecting. Weak breathing came from the other end. “Rayne, you called again.” “Dad, when exactly was the property transfer processed?” He was silent for a long time. “Right before your Hawaii trip during the holiday. I signed the papers.”

“When did Jasper and Sophia get together?” I asked, keeping my voice down, my fingers gripping the phone case tightly. Father coughed a few times, his voice weak: “Not long after you all came back from the trip, Sophia got pregnant. Jasper said the child was his and he wanted to marry her.” He paused, then added: “That’s when you found out.” I closed my eyes. Not long after the trip. That meant during the Hawaii trip, they were already together. If I didn’t go, I’d be making room for them. The next morning, I drove them to the airport. Sophia walked ahead, arm-in-arm with Jasper, chatting and laughing. Mom was beside them helping Sophia push her suitcase. Dad patted my shoulder and told me to work hard at home, then hurried to catch up with the three of them. Jasper turned back and blew me a kiss: “Wait for me to come back and take you out for good food.” Sophia covered her mouth and giggled beside him. I stood at the departure hall entrance, watching the four of them disappear into the security checkpoint. They were a family. I was the outsider left behind. In the afternoon, the family group chat started blowing up. Sophia posted a video of the ocean-view room. Jasper had filmed it for her. In the frame, she wore that bikini, twirling on the balcony with the azure sea behind her. Mom replied: “Sophia is so beautiful.” Jasper posted a photo of himself with Sophia, captioned: “Helping Rayne take care of her little sister.” They were standing very close. His hand rested on her shoulder. Dad liked it. No one tagged me. No one said “too bad Rayne couldn’t come.” I muted the group chat notifications. At 11 PM, Jasper sent me a private video message. The text read: “Baby, look at the ocean view.” I clicked it open. The video showed the hotel room with the lights on. Sophia came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, her hair wet. When she saw he was recording, she screamed and lunged to grab the phone. The two of them laughed as they tumbled onto the bed. The video cut off there. Immediately after, he sent a message: “Sorry, sent that to the wrong person. Meant to send it to my buddy. Sophia coming out of the shower startled me.” Sent to the wrong person. In the hotel room, Sophia in a bathrobe, him recording. I stared at that video three times. The first time, my hands shook. The second time, my eyes stung. The third time, I felt nothing at all. I opened the hotel booking page and clicked cancel. I opened the airline app and refunded all the return tickets. Finally, I logged into the banking app and found Jasper’s supplementary card. It was linked to my primary card with a fifty-thousand-dollar limit. I changed the limit to zero. Twenty minutes later, my phone vibrated frantically. Caller ID: Dad. I watched the name flashing on the screen. I didn’t answer. It rang once, twice, three times. On the fourth ring, a text came in. “Rayne, have you lost your mind! Why can’t my credit card be used! Call me back!” Sender: Jasper. I flipped the phone over, screen-down on the table. Then I took a shower, dried my hair, and got into bed. Before sleeping, I glanced at my phone one last time. Twenty-three missed calls, over forty messages. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.

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Rumors spread throughout the company that the Chairman’s chief secretary had worked her way up and was about to become his wife. I carried a stack of files and strolled to the Chairman’s office, wanting to see what kind of person this secretary was. The woman wore luxury designer pieces from head to toe, her figure alluring. She was indeed quite attractive. Before I could leave, she strutted straight toward me on her high heels. “Are you that intern who keeps going to see the Chairman? Seducing the Chairman during work hours—college girls these days are truly shameless.” Before I could snap back, she suddenly grabbed my hand and slammed it hard against the desk corner! The face of her Patek Philippe watch shattered instantly. She fell to the floor in one smooth motion, tears streaming down on cue: “This watch was a birthday gift the Chairman personally flew to London to buy me!” “Even if you’re jealous of me, you can’t destroy the Chairman’s heartfelt gift…” In an instant, everyone in the office pointed and whispered about me, calling me shameless. My brain completely froze. Wait, what seduction? I’m the Chairman’s actual daughter!

Violet collapsed to the floor, holding up the shattered watch, crying pitifully. She pointed her finger at my nose. “Yesterday I saw you sneaking out of the Chairman’s office, and today you deliberately broke the birthday gift he gave me!” “How can an intern be so vicious!” I glanced at the watch on her wrist. The so-called Patek Philippe was an obvious knockoff. Setting aside how fake it looked, my dad Roger didn’t even like the Patek Philippe brand. I laughed coldly. “Are you out of your mind? The Chairman is my…” Before I could say “dad,” Violet suddenly raised her voice to interrupt me. “You’re still trying to make excuses?” “Are you going to say the Chairman has feelings for you? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself first!” As she shouted, she deliberately rubbed her wrist hard against the rough carpet. Her fair skin instantly scraped raw, with tiny traces of blood seeping out. She had the victim act down perfectly. The entire executive office fell into dead silence, then erupted into buzzing whispers. “College girls these days really have no shame.” “Exactly, desperate to climb the social ladder!” “Violet is so beautiful and kind-hearted. What’s there to be jealous of?” The sycophantic colleagues in the executive office immediately found their chance to perform. Correll, the HR manager who rushed over after hearing the commotion, pushed through the crowd. He saw this as the perfect opportunity to show loyalty to the future Chairman’s wife. “You broke Violet’s multi-million dollar watch—you couldn’t pay for it even if you sold yourself!” “Fire her immediately! Call security to detain her and report to the police for compensation!” I watched this farce unfold, feeling only absurdity. Flew to London last month? Roger clearly went to attend my Oxford graduation ceremony. He followed me around carrying my bags the whole time. When would he have time to buy you a watch? This was all Roger’s fault—insisting on putting me at the bottom as an intern. He claimed it was to help me understand the company’s real internal situation, and kept calling me to his office for questioning every few days. Now look—a huge misunderstanding. Listening to the increasingly ridiculous whispers around me, I spoke again. “Call the police? Fine.” “Let them bring Roger down here so he can personally identify me as his—” “Enough!” Violet interrupted me again. She put on a generous yet wronged expression, raising her hand to stop Manager Correll. “Forget it. She’s just a poor student. Calling the police would ruin her whole life.” Tears still hung in her eyes, but her voice carried a condescending charity. “As long as she kneels before me and apologizes right now, then gets out of this company herself.” “This multi-million dollar watch… I’ll bear the cost myself.” As soon as she finished speaking, waves of admiration erupted around us. “Violet is such a good person…” “If it were me, I could never be so generous.” “Worthy of being the future Chairman’s wife—such grace, such magnanimity!” After praising Violet, everyone’s hostility turned back to me in unison. “What are you standing there for? Violet isn’t even holding it against you—why aren’t you kneeling?” “That’s right! If you know what’s good for you, kowtow quickly, or once the police are called you’re finished!” I almost laughed in anger. Make me kneel? Roger doesn’t even dare speak a harsh word to me normally—who do you think you are to receive my bow? I coldly scanned the room, my voice not loud but full of authority. “Make me kneel? I’m afraid there’s no one in this company worthy of it.” Seeing me so arrogant, Violet felt humiliated. She suddenly stood up and reached to grab my hair, wanting to force me down. “You bitch—” “SLAP!” An extremely crisp sound echoed through the executive office. I backhanded her with a slap that sent her tumbling back to the floor. Everyone was stunned. After a brief moment of shock, Manager Correll shrieked for security. “This is outrageous! Grab this crazy woman!” Several security guards rushed in and surrounded me. At that moment, a cold, authoritative male voice rang out. “What’s going on here!”

The newcomer was none other than Gabriel, the company’s Executive Vice President. A second ago, Violet had been like a tiger ready to tear me apart. The moment she saw Gabriel, she instantly transformed into a delicate, clinging flower. “Mr. Gabriel, you’re finally here!” Violet covered her swollen cheek, tears streaming endlessly. “This new intern not only seduced the Chairman during work hours but is also jealous of me!” “She deliberately smashed the multi-million dollar watch the Chairman gave me!” “I kindly advised her to apologize, but she actually hit me…” As Violet sobbed, she pressed her swollen face against Gabriel’s chest. “Look at my face—look what she did to me!” Gabriel held the soft woman in his arms, his gaze shooting toward me with sinister intensity. He looked me up and down in my plain business attire, his contempt unconcealed. “Where did this wild girl come from, with no manners whatsoever.” “Dressed in such shabby clothes, yet dares to cause trouble in the executive office?” He snorted coldly and squeezed Violet’s shoulder in reassurance. “I’ve seen plenty of cheap college girls like you who’ll do anything to climb up.” “Today, if I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t know who really runs this company!” I looked at the two clinging tightly together and nearly burst out laughing. Well, well—turns out this secretary’s real lover is Mr. Gabriel. Looks like I’ve caught a big fish this time. Seeing Gabriel personally taking charge, Manager Correll jumped out like he’d been injected with adrenaline. “Mr. Gabriel is absolutely right! This cancer must be fired immediately!” The sycophantic colleagues around also chimed in, afraid they’d be too late to show loyalty. “Make her pay! Pay until she’s bankrupt!” “Offending Violet and Mr. Gabriel—she’ll never work in this industry again!” “She even dared to hit someone, thinking that fox face gives her the right to do whatever she wants?” Vicious mockery flooded in like a tide. In their eyes, an intern with no connections like me was finished today. To vent for Violet, Gabriel’s face showed malice. He turned directly to the security captain and ordered: “Lock the doors!” “Until this matter is resolved, no one lets her out!” The executive office doors closed. Several security guards advanced on me in a semi-circle. Watching me surrounded, Violet poked her head out from Gabriel’s arms. She affected a condescending tone, full of false charity. “Mr. Gabriel, don’t really hurt her. She is a girl, after all.” “How about this—as long as she kneels and kowtows an apology to me right now, then signs a three million dollar IOU, we’ll call it even.” She paused, calculation flashing in her eyes. “Besides… the Chairman will be back in ten minutes. We shouldn’t disturb him.” Hearing this, a cold smile curved my lips. Ten more minutes? Perfect timing. Roger, you’d better hurry up and see your toxic company and your “excellent secretary.” I walked straight through the security cordon to the center of the executive office. I pulled out the chair usually reserved only for the Chairman and sat down directly, casually crossing my legs. Everyone was dumbfounded. Gabriel’s face instantly turned iron-blue—this move was like grinding his face into the ground. I leaned back in the chair, my fingers lightly tapping the desk. My gaze coldly fixed on Violet and Gabriel. “Make me sign a three million dollar IOU?” “Sure.” “But Violet, even if I dare to sign it, do you dare to take it?” Before she could react, I turned to Gabriel. “By the way Gabriel, have you cleared up that mess from when you embezzled company funds last month?” The moment “embezzled company funds” left my mouth. Gabriel’s previously arrogant face instantly went pale. The panic in his eyes was impossible to hide—he completely broke. “What nonsense are you spouting!” Humiliated and furious, he shoved Violet aside. His eyes bloodshot, he grabbed the heavy crystal ashtray from the desk and, face twisted, hurled it viciously at me. “Grab this bitch who’s spreading lies!” “If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility!”

The heavy glass ashtray came whistling through the air. My eyes sharpened as I jerked my head to the side. With a tremendous crash. The ashtray grazed past my ear and smashed into the mahogany bookshelf behind me, shattering into pieces. Several female colleagues screamed and covered their mouths. I planted my hands on the desk and stood up. Looking down at Gabriel with authority, my voice carried the oppressive force of someone in power. “Gabriel, you dare touch me?” “Who gave you that courage!” Gabriel was stunned by my presence. Even the security guards instinctively stepped back half a pace. Seeing this, Violet panicked, afraid Gabriel would back down. She rushed forward on her high heels. “Mr. Gabriel, don’t listen to her bluffing!” “She’s just a broke student with no connections. She’s still trying to act tough when she’s about to die!” She turned to the security guards, her eyes full of venom. “Hold her down!” “Strip her clothes off!” “I want the whole company to see what this vixen who dares seduce the Chairman really looks like!” Not a single person around spoke up to stop it. I grabbed the teacup from the desk, flicked my wrist, and splashed it directly in Violet’s face. “Ahh—” Violet screamed, covering her face as tea dripped down from her hair. She looked utterly pathetic. I scoffed coldly. “Acting tough with me?” “Looking at someone like you makes me sick.” “This tea is for you to wash that filthy mouth of yours.” She trembled with rage, pointing at me for a long time without managing a word. I couldn’t be bothered with her and turned to Gabriel. “Gabriel, embezzling company funds in especially large amounts carries a sentence of over ten years.” “Add illegal detention, picking quarrels, and intentional injury.” “Are you trying to spend the rest of your life in prison?” Gabriel’s eyelid twitched, his expression shifting uncertainly. He stared at me hard, probably realizing I really held evidence that could destroy him. But a old fox like him wouldn’t admit defeat publicly. He suddenly laughed coldly and turned the tables. “Good!” “I’ve long suspected there was a corporate spy inside the company. So it was you!” He turned and shouted at the security guards. “She stole the company’s core secrets!” “Search her phone and belongings immediately!” “Detain her in the security room and wait for the police!” Gabriel did have some skill—no wonder he’d embezzled under Roger’s nose for so many years. Hearing they were catching a corporate spy, the security guards pounced like wolves. I struggled hard, but the strength difference between men and women was insurmountable. Two security guards roughly twisted my arms and pressed me hard against the desk. In the scuffle, the top button of my shirt was torn off. My hair fell loose, and my wrists were twisted until they showed glaring red marks. I gritted my teeth without making a sound. Not only did no colleague intervene, they all showed contemptuous expressions. “So she’s a thief.” “I knew she seemed sneaky.” “Looks decent on the outside but does such shameless things.” This humiliation of being publicly framed and roughly handled was truly infuriating. Gabriel walked up to me and bent down slightly. In a voice only we could hear, he said viciously: “Once we get to the security room with no cameras.” “I’ll make you cough up all the evidence.” “Then I’ll send you to prison to rot for the rest of your life.” With that, he straightened up and waved his hand with false righteousness. “Gag her! Take her away!”

Two security guards pulled me up with my hands pinned behind my back. I raised my head and stared hard at Violet and Gabriel. “Turn off the cameras?” “You really think you run this company, Gabriel?” “The more you jump around now, the worse you’ll die later.” Violet felt stung by my gaze and stepped forward to slap me in frustration. I spoke mockingly: “Violet, does the Chairman know about your little affair with Gabriel?” Violet’s hand froze in mid-air. Gabriel also froze. Watching their reactions, I sneered inwardly. Just as I suspected. A murderous glint flashed in Gabriel’s eyes. He realized he couldn’t let me speak anymore. “This bitch has lost her mind!” he roared. “Violet, get tape and seal her mouth!” Violet immediately grabbed the wide tape from the desk and viciously approached me. Every muscle in my body tensed. Just as she lunged with the tape, I suddenly exerted force. Risking dislocating my wrist, I kicked forward hard, landing precisely on Violet’s kneecap. “Ahh—” Violet screamed and fell flat on her face in a ridiculous position. I used the momentum to ram my shoulder hard into the security guard on my left. The security captain was enraged by my resistance. He felt humiliated by a young woman. “Fucking bitch!” He cursed and raised the black rubber baton high. With fierce force, he swung it mercilessly toward my head. My pupils contracted sharply. This blow would leave me dead or disabled. “What are you doing! Are you rebelling?” At this critical moment, the closed doors of the executive office were kicked open from outside. A deep male voice exploded at the entrance. Everyone’s movements froze instantly. I raised my head and saw who stood at the door. Roger stood there with several executives and personal bodyguards. The moment Violet saw Roger, she acted like she’d found her savior. Ignoring the pain in her knee, she crawled over frantically, crying pathetically. “Chairman, you’re finally back!” “The company has a corporate spy!” She rushed to accuse me first. “This new intern not only stole company secrets but also injured me!” “Mr. Gabriel was having security restrain her to protect company property!” Hearing Violet’s words, I was speechless. This woman’s acting was really quite good. To nail me completely, Violet continued embellishing. “Chairman, this shameless woman has been spreading rumors everywhere that she has close ties with you!” “I got angry and confronted her, so she attacked me!” “Look what she did to me!” She raised her face, pointing to the fingerprints. “You absolutely cannot let her off!” Manager Correll and the sycophantic colleagues also chimed in. “That’s right, Chairman! Mr. Gabriel and Violet have worked so hard for the company!” “This shameless college girl should be sent straight to the police!” Everyone used the most vicious language to condemn me. Expecting the high and mighty Chairman to bring down thunderous wrath. I stood in the middle of the crowd, coldly watching these clowns’ crude performance. Roger frowned deeply, his face dark as he pushed through the crowd. “Move aside!” “Let me see who has such audacity!” The security guards immediately scattered in fear. I was finally free. I slowly straightened my body. Though my hair was disheveled, my shirt torn, and I looked utterly wretched. My spine remained perfectly straight. I ignored the others’ mockery. Instead, I looked directly at that imposing middle-aged man. I raised both hands, showing my bruised wrists. “Roger, this is the company you insisted I come to?” My voice was clear but full of mockery. “If you’d been one minute later, I would’ve been beaten to death by these loyal dogs of yours!” Hearing me call him by name, everyone gasped. They thought I’d gone mad. However, the moment that man saw my face clearly, his pupils dilated in shock, and his entire body froze. The authority on his face crumbled inch by inch, transforming into extreme anger and heartache…

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