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On the day of my kidney transplant, my husband’s old flame, Zoe, volunteered to be my surgeon. After I refused, again and again, my husband, Phoenix, still let her use me for practice on the operating table. When an artery ruptured mid-surgery, Zoe panicked, completely out of her depth. The hospital demanded Phoenix take over, but he flatly refused. “Don’t put so much pressure on Zoe,” he said, his voice cold. “She’s not going to die. And if she does, I’ll sign a waiver. The hospital won’t be liable.” After the surgery, I suffered from severe complications and organ rejection. The entire hospital was put on high alert for an emergency rescue. But Phoenix was out with Zoe at a celebratory dinner, ignoring all our calls. Lying in the observation ward, my phone buzzed with a text from him. “I’m at home helping Zoe with her dissertation. Don’t come back when you wake up. You’ll distract us.” I had waited so long for a donor kidney, but just before I was wheeled into the OR, everything went wrong. My case was a perfect match for Zoe’s dissertation topic. Using this as an excuse, my husband, Phoenix, refused to perform the surgery himself. He wanted to hand me over to his protégé, Zoe, as a practice run. “Zoe will be the lead surgeon in name only. I’ll be right there to make sure everything goes perfectly. What are you so afraid of?” Phoenix snapped when he saw me hesitate to sign the consent form. He ignored my weakened state, his fingers digging into my jaw. I heard the sickening grate of bone. “I’m afraid of dying!” I choked out. “You know better than anyone how complex my case is. Zoe just graduated. How could she possibly handle this?” Zoe, who had been lingering by the door, heard my words and fled the room in tears. Phoenix pointed a trembling finger at me. “Then you can just lie there and die. Ungrateful bitch, I don’t even know what to say to you.” He chased after her, leaving me alone and helpless in the sterile white room, desperately waiting for him to come back and do his job. “Clara, don’t you worry,” a kind nurse whispered, trying to console me. “If he won’t do it, we can always… call him back. He’s the best there is.” I knew who she meant. The man they were talking about was Phoenix’s sworn rival. He would never operate on Phoenix’s wife. The surgery was scheduled in an hour. Phoenix was still nowhere to be found. My palms slicked with nervous sweat. I had waited so long for this kidney. Was it all going to be for nothing? With thirty minutes to spare, Phoenix finally reappeared, his neck littered with fresh hickeys. He signed the liability waiver with a flourish. This time, he promised, he would be the one in charge. I was too consumed with the fear of dying to care about the marks on his skin. I just nodded, tears streaming down my face. As they pushed my gurney through the double doors of the operating room, I watched them swing shut behind me. And then I saw her. Zoe, dressed in surgical scrubs, standing right in front of me. My eyes widened in horror. But the anesthesiologist was already administering the dose. Just before the world went dark, I saw Phoenix wrap Zoe in a gentle embrace. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Just do what you need to do. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” A chill, colder than any I’d ever known, washed over me. Zoe stepped up to my gurney, a faint, triumphant smile on her lips. “Don’t be scared, Clara. I’ve only scrubbed in three times, but I’ll do my best.” Phoenix watched her, his face a mask of pure admiration. And then, I surrendered to the suffocating darkness. An hour later—or maybe a lifetime—I was jolted awake by Phoenix’s rough voice. A harsh beam of light stabbed at my eyes as he checked my pupils for dilation. From the periphery, I heard the frantic, disjointed voices of a few residents. “Dr. Evans, please, you have to take over! The fellow almost nicked the patient’s artery. If this goes on, something terrible is going to happen!” “Yeah, Dr. Evans, you should be the one operating. This is your wife, after all. If anything happens to her… you’d be devastated.” My husband listened to their desperate pleas, then glanced at the woman behind him, whose hand was trembling so badly she could barely hold the scalpel. His response shattered my world. “I have faith in Zoe,” he said calmly. “Besides, if this woman dies, I, as her husband, will sign a full liability waiver. None of you need to worry. The hospital won’t be on the hook for it.” Why? Why was this the first thing I heard upon waking? I felt the blood freeze in my veins. The faces around me, once familiar, were now the faces of strangers. My consciousness drifted in and out. I could hear Phoenix’s voice, a distant murmur guiding Zoe, but the words were blurred, like a half-remembered nightmare. The next time I woke, I was staring at a stark white ceiling. The room was empty. It wasn’t until the monitor beside my bed began to scream its shrill warnings that people rushed in. “What’s going on? Why are all her vitals crashing after the surgery?” “Her O2 sats are dropping like a stone! What the hell happened? Where’s her attending physician?” The nurses exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one spoke up. “Dr. Evans took Dr. Monroe to celebrate after the surgery. He took a leave of absence, said he’d be back in two days.” “His patient just got out of a major operation! She’s in critical observation! How could he take leave? Who approved this?” the head nurse thundered. A junior nurse stammered, “Dr. Evans approved Dr. Monroe’s leave himself… and as for his own, he said he hadn’t had a vacation in a long time. The administration just… couldn’t say no.” Just then, a resident shouted. “Severe organ rejection! She’s covered in a rash, her airway is swelling… Code Blue! We need to resuscitate, now, or we’re going to lose her!” As they wheeled me away, my mind was terrifyingly clear, as if my body knew it was shutting down. I heard them announce the “Code Blue” over the hospital-wide PA system, a call to arms for every available doctor and nurse to converge on my operating room. I heard their frantic discussions, heard the anesthesiologist lean down and whisper gently, “Don’t you worry, Clara. We’re going to give it everything we’ve got. You just take a nice long nap, and everything will be okay when you wake up.” I nodded. But I’d been a medical student. I knew exactly what a Code Blue meant. “Still no contact with Dr. Evans?” A roar echoed through the haze. It was the hospital’s chief of staff, his voice tight with fury. “In a crisis like this, the two surgeons responsible have just… vanished?” “Get them on the phone now! How can they be out enjoying themselves while their patient is circling the drain?” That’s when a young intern held up his phone, his voice barely a whisper. “It looks like… they went on a trip to the coast. They posted on Instagram, but… they’re not answering the hospital’s calls.” In the final minutes before the anesthesia took me completely, I heard Phoenix’s voice on a speakerphone. He sounded annoyed. “Impossible. I supervised the surgery myself. There’s no way there could be such a severe complication. It’s probably her own body, a violent rejection. It has nothing to do with Zoe’s skill.” “If you can’t save her, don’t waste any more medical resources.” “Just… let her go.” His final words were followed by Zoe’s anxious murmur, but before I could make out what she was saying, the darkness swallowed me whole. The battle between the hospital and the grim reaper lasted for ten grueling hours. In the end, they pulled me back from the brink and I was transferred to the ICU. I spent two weeks teetering on the edge before my condition finally stabilized. As I was moved to a regular ward, my phone, silent for so long, lit up with its first message from Phoenix. “I’m at home helping Zoe with her dissertation. Don’t come back when you wake up. You’ll distract us.” His social media had been wiped clean, but his profile picture was a new one: a shot of him and Zoe on vacation, taken while I was fighting for my life. They were locked in a sweet embrace. You couldn’t see Zoe’s face, but Phoenix… Phoenix looked happier than I’d ever seen him. I pulled up the feed from the security cameras at home. There they were. Zoe, curled up against Phoenix on our couch, reading aloud from the love letters I’d written him years ago. She finished one and let out a derisive laugh. “Clara was so cheesy back then! This is so cringey, how did you even stand it?” she mocked. “And her handwriting is awful.” Phoenix’s reply was a cold, flat blade. “I keep them around for a laugh.” Zoe’s laughter grew louder. She then found the metal box where I kept all the mementos from our long-distance relationship—every train ticket stub from my visits, every handwritten note. She pulled them out, one by one, and began to tear them into pieces. With every rip, she’d look up at Phoenix and smile, a bright, cruel grin. She even handed him a photo to tear himself. He didn’t hesitate. Together, they shredded ten years of my life, one piece at a time, driving a fresh knife into my heart with every tear. The last item was a cheap photo of us, taken with money from our part-time jobs right after college graduation. In it, his gaze was so earnest, as if I were the only person in his world. At least, that’s what I believed back then. It was a grainy, poorly lit photo, but I could never bring myself to throw it away. Zoe ripped it to shreds, then ground my half of the picture under her heel. “I don’t know why Clara would keep such an ugly photo of herself. She looks horrible here!” she declared, then pulled out her phone, switched to the front-facing camera, and snapped a selfie with Phoenix. “See? Even a random shot of me looks better than her prized photo.” Phoenix looked at the screen, a fond, indulgent smile spreading across his face. “That’s because you’re beautiful.” And then they were kissing, a tangle of limbs and shameless passion, right next to our wedding portrait, which they completely ignored. As I watched, a cool, crisp voice cut through the silence of my hospital room. “Still obsessed with your husband? Staring at security footage of him from your hospital bed?” That sharp, sarcastic tone could only belong to one person. I looked up and met his eyes. Leo. He held a stethoscope, and after a brief examination, he announced, “Another two weeks or so, and you should be good to go home.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. He was supposed to be in a fellowship program across the country… What was he doing here? “You… you… you…” I stammered. He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware that kidney transplant complications included a stutter. A new research topic for me, I suppose. After all, I’m the one who flew back to perform your surgery.” “What?!” “What, what? Of course, the ridiculously generous offer the hospital director made didn’t hurt. Don’t get a big head about it.” With that, he packed up his things, gave a haughty tilt of his head, and strode out. Just then, my phone pinged. A large wire transfer had just hit my account. The amount: $5,000. On the monitor, Zoe saw the notification on Phoenix’s phone and squealed, smothering him with kisses. They were so wrapped up in each other, it was as if I were already dead. A moment later, another transfer came through. Another $5,000. Over ten thousand dollars. Had Phoenix forgotten our prenuptial agreement? It clearly stated that all our assets, even after marriage, remained individual property. The card he was using was mine. I’d given it to him so he could take care of himself while he was busy with his research, since my job at the pharmaceutical company paid far more than his. I never said he could use it to woo other women. And this house… what did it have to do with you, Phoenix Evans? What gave you the right to bring another woman to live in it? I turned off the monitor and made a call. “Hello, 911? I’d like to report a crime. Someone is using my credit cards without permission and has broken into my home.” It didn’t take long. Phoenix, who had been too busy for the hospital, too in need of a “rest,” suddenly had all the time in the world. He didn’t even bother to put on his respectable, doctorly facade. He stormed into my room wearing slippers and pajamas. “What the hell is your problem?” His finger jabbed forcefully at my forehead. “I sent you a message! I told you Zoe was staying with us to work on her dissertation. Why did you call the cops?” I slapped his hand away. The look of feigned concern on his face was almost comical. When I was on my deathbed, he had the time to go on a romantic getaway with Zoe, hiking and watching sunsets. He didn’t show an ounce of concern for me, even blocking me from seeing his posts. But the moment Zoe was taken in for questioning, he forgot all sense of decorum and rushed to the hospital to confront me. I let out a bitter laugh. “I’m surprised they didn’t take you with her.” That only enraged him further. “You’ve gone too far, Clara! What did Zoe and I ever do to you? Why are you so hell-bent on sending us to prison? You’re just that vicious, aren’t you?” His face was a mask of contempt, his expression so hateful it burned itself into my memory. “The surgery is over, and the hospital saved you, didn’t they? So what are you being so dramatic about? Zoe has been working on this dissertation for ages, and she just needed your case data. Couldn’t you just help her out? Instead, you call the police. Do you have any idea what a criminal record would do to her career?” Suddenly, it all made sense to him. He was worried about Zoe’s reputation, her future. But what about that time she stole the topic for my dissertation? Why was his first instinct back then to tell me to just let it go? Just a case file? There were dozens of kidney transplant cases at the hospital every day. They chose me for a reason. Because I was Phoenix’s wife. Because I had no parents. Because if I died, Phoenix could decide not to press charges. Bullying an orphan—that was their ultimate weapon.

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1 At my best friend’s birthday party, I got wasted and crashed next to a gorgeous stranger. Platonically. My so-called best friend, instead of looking out for me, snapped a perfectly angled photo and posted it to his Instagram story. The caption: “That’s my boy Leo, ‘scoring’ wherever he goes! ” The next morning, I was trending for all the wrong reasons. During a media scrum, my two childhood friends, Bella and Zoe, who had always sworn they’d trust me unconditionally, didn’t just fail to defend me—they threw me under the bus. “Leo’s always been a player, ever since we were kids. He loves the attention from women. What can we do?” “I guess we’re just not as exciting as the girls he finds on the outside. But thank God we have Finn now!” I let out a cold laugh. After deciding to quit the industry, I cornered the beautiful stranger from the party outside her hotel. “Hey. About last night. Aren’t you going to take responsibility?” Her eyes, a stunning shade of amethyst, widened slightly. “How, exactly?” “Marry me.” … When Bella and Zoe returned to our shared condo, I was staring blankly at the freshly printed marriage certificate in my hand. I was so out of it, I didn’t even notice them walk up. “A marriage certificate? Whose?” Bella snatched it from my grasp, flipped it open, and let out a derisive snort. “Leo, seriously? Your career is in the toilet, so you get a fake marriage license to shut people up? Pathetic.” Zoe’s smile was more restrained, but her words were just as sharp. “A fake like this won’t fool anyone, Leo. When you’re exposed, it’ll only be more humiliating for you.” I frowned, taking the certificate back. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. These were the girls who had professed their undying devotion to me, who swore to trust me no matter what. As I stood to go to my room, my eyes met those of the person standing behind them. Finn. I was surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?” Finn stepped forward, his face a mask of guilt, and before he even spoke, he slapped himself hard across the cheek. “Leo, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You know I’m new to the industry. I had no idea a stupid Instagram story would blow up like this.” He played the innocent victim to perfection. A damn shame he wasn’t an actor. I crossed my arms, watching him with a detached curiosity. “Then why don’t you clear things up?” He blinked, feigning confusion. “Clear what up?” “The truth, Finn. That nothing happened.” I couldn’t stand his act anymore, and my voice rose. He immediately flinched and ducked behind Bella, as if I were about to hit him. “I… I can’t lie.” “That’s enough.” Bella and Zoe instantly jumped to his defense. One grabbed my arm, pulling me back, while the other stood between me and Finn. “Leo, you’re the one who can’t keep it in your pants, and now you want Finn to lie for you?” Bella sneered. “You think everyone is like you, able to lie through their teeth without a shred of conscience?” “Honestly, you brought this all on yourself,” Zoe added, her voice laced with disappointment. “Finn is just too kind and naive. He felt so bad he insisted on coming to apologize in person, and this is how you treat him? By bullying him?” “Bullying him? Me, with no self-control?” I was so angry I could only laugh. Growing up, thanks to Bella and Zoe’s possessiveness, there hadn’t been a single other girl in my life. Even Finn, my one and only guy friend, had to get their stamp of approval before I was “allowed” to hang out with him. I’d actually been happy to finally have a brother. Now, it seemed my joy had been tragically misplaced. “I’m not arguing with you. You’re being completely irrational, as always,” Bella scoffed, taking Finn’s arm and leading him downstairs. Zoe sighed. “Leo, you need to get your act together.” She followed them down the stairs. Staring at the empty stairwell, it suddenly hit me. If I was going to sell this place, I’d have to fix it first. Years ago, I’d entered a TV talent show on a whim. I ended up getting a bit of a following and was signed by a label. After my first real paycheck, I bought this condo. Bella and Zoe, not wanting to be separated from me, used the excuse of “protecting” me to get money from their parents and buy the unit directly below mine. Then, against all building regulations, they had a spiral staircase installed, connecting our two homes. It meant they could come and go from my place as they pleased. I’ll admit, that convenience had its perks. There was a time I fell into a lake during a variety show shoot and came down with a raging fever that night. They’d come up with takeout, found me delirious, and rushed me to the hospital. But I didn’t need that kind of “care” anymore. 2 The next morning, I was jolted from a deep sleep by a frantic call from my assistant, Benny. “Leo, what the hell happened last night?” I was still half-asleep, mumbling, “Happened? With who?” “Dude, just check your socials. You’re trending again.” Trending? The fog in my brain vanished. I immediately pulled up my phone’s browser. My name was everywhere. #FinnApologizesInPerson,GetsVerballyAbusedByLeo #LeoCutsTiesWithChildhoodFriendsAndBestieAfterScandal #BellaAndZoeSpeakOutOnLeosBetrayal The comments were a cesspool of vitriol. 【What a scumbag. Can’t control his own dick and now he’s attacking people. I always thought Leo seemed like a decent guy, but he’s disgusting behind the scenes.】 【Unfollowed him yesterday. Honestly heartbroken. Can’t believe the artist I supported is this kind of trash.】 【A man with no self-respect is worthless. If I were his friend, I’d cut him off too. Who needs a friend like that?】 This was… interesting. Bella and Zoe had brought Finn over last night, and he’d left through their apartment. So how did this become about me attacking him, instead of a potential three-way scandal? It was obvious. Someone was buying bots and boosting these hashtags, using me as a stepping stone. I clicked on Finn’s social media profile. Sure enough, for a brand-new artist, his follower count had skyrocketed past 300,000 in less than two days and was still climbing. The comments were filled with people praising his “purity” and “kindness,” vowing to protect him. When I switched back to the call, Benny’s voice was hesitant. “Leo… Rex said they’re putting your new album on hold. He wants you to come into the office.” “Do you need me to get the driver to pick you up?” I stretched, sitting up in bed. “No need. I was planning on seeing Rex anyway.” If I remembered correctly, my contract was up in a month. Given the current PR nightmare, the label would never re-sign me. Perfect. I was tired of it all anyway. This was my chance to just walk away. As soon as I arrived at the agency, Benny rushed to meet me, his expression a mixture of pity and anxiety. I waved a hand, letting him know he didn’t need to say anything. When I entered my manager Rex’s office, Bella, Zoe, and Finn were already there. Rex, his face grim, tossed a contract onto the desk in front of me. “The variety shows you were booked for have all dropped you. No one wants to touch you right now. This opportunity… Bella fought to get it for you. Take a look. If it seems okay, sign it.” In the middle of this firestorm, some producer was brave enough to sign me? And Bella got me the gig? Since when did she have that kind of pull? Puzzled, I opened the contract. After a few glances, I flipped to the attached script. And I laughed. This wasn’t Bella fighting for me. This was a custom-made production designed for the four of us. The script had me deliberately antagonizing Finn on camera, turning our real-life drama into a primetime spectacle to maximize the buzz. They were going to squeeze every last drop of value out of me, letting Finn build his career on my ashes. My laughter clearly unnerved Bella. “What’s so funny?” she snapped. My smile vanished. “What are you so nervous about?” I retorted instinctively. “You…” Bella clenched her fists, about to step toward me, but Finn held her back. “Leo, if you don’t want to be on the same show as me, I’ll just pull out. You really need this chance right now. Don’t let your pride get in the way.” Before I could even respond, Bella and Zoe said in unison, “No.” “Finn, you’re a rookie,” Zoe said. “Every moment of screen time is precious for you.” Rex’s face was grim as he stared at me. “Leo, this is the company’s decision!” I nodded slowly, then asked the question that had been burning in my mind. “Last night’s trending topics… that was the company’s doing too, wasn’t it?” Rex’s lips thinned into a hard line. He didn’t answer. That was answer enough. A bitter wave of sorrow washed over me. I picked up the pen from Rex’s desk and signed my name on the contract with a flourish. Everyone in the room visibly relaxed. I stared Rex straight in the eye, handing him the contract. “For ten years of guidance and support,” I said, each word precise and cold, “our debt is paid. We’re even.” Without a second glance at their stunned faces, I grabbed the script and walked out. 3 “What artist gets hit with a scandal and then immediately signs on for a show? That’s just asking for more trouble. What is Rex thinking?” Benny muttered, frowning as we waited for the elevator. I just smiled, a sad, knowing smile. “Benny, I’ve been in this business for ten years.” Ten years. I hadn’t won any major awards, I wasn’t a superstar, and my voice was even starting to lose its edge. Every agency needs fresh blood. And Finn just ‘happened’ to create this massive stir at the perfect time. The company might have considered damage control at first. But once Bella and Zoe, my supposed “devoted sisters,” hammered the final nail in my coffin, any attempt to clear my name would have been met with skepticism from the fans. It was far more profitable to use my downfall to launch Finn. This is the entertainment industry. It’s a cruel place, devoid of loyalty. Benny fell silent, chewing on the pearls in his bubble tea. His eyes started to turn red. “But it’s not your fault, Leo. I’ve seen how careful you’ve been with your reputation these past ten years. It’s Bella and Zoe who are the ungrateful ones. Without you, they never would have even had a career, let alone become this beloved ‘devoted duo.’” A wave of gratitude washed over me. I pulled him into a quick hug. The two girls I grew up with were less loyal than the assistant I’d known for a decade. “Benny, I’m planning on leaving the business. So… use this time to figure out your next move, okay?” As I let him go, the trio walked up behind us. “Leaving the business?” Bella’s voice was sharp with suspicion. “Leo, who are you bad-mouthing now?” Her voice was drowned out by the ding of the arriving elevator. I pretended not to hear her, waved goodbye to Benny, and stepped inside. I saw a flash of annoyance on Bella’s face, but she was too proud to follow me after I’d given her the cold shoulder. It wasn’t until I was in my car that I saw a message from my not-yet-well-acquainted wife, Aurora. 【Sorry, I was busy and just saw the news. Do you need me to make a statement?】 I quickly typed back, 【No, it’s fine. Thanks!】 After a moment’s thought, I sent another. 【Could you book my flight to Aethelgard for a month from now? I have to film a show first.】 The reply was almost instantaneous. 【Of course.】 I cringed, feeling the awkwardness even through the screen. The truth was, when I’d cornered her at the hotel, it was a moment of pure impulse. I’d spouted all that nonsense without thinking. I never, ever expected her to actually agree—and then, as if afraid I’d back out, she dragged me straight to the courthouse to get the license. I figured she must think I was loaded with money. But then, as soon as we had the certificate, she handed me a black card linked to her private account. Holy hell. The balance in that account was more than I’d make from ten platinum albums. And that wasn’t all. She then mentioned her properties in the capital, Aethelgard, and said she’d take me to have the deeds transferred to my name. That’s when it hit me. I hadn’t just married some girl. I’d married a goddamn CEO. When she later mentioned wanting to have the wedding in Aethelgard, I naturally had no objections. My parents happened to live there too. That night, I was eating instant ramen and scrolling through my tablet, looking for a construction company. Zoe came up from downstairs, snatched the ramen cup out of my hands, and tossed it in the trash. “This is what you’re eating? Come downstairs. Finn made spicy hot pot. He sent me up to get you.” I looked at her, my heart filled with a profound sense of disappointment. I’ve had a sensitive stomach since I was a kid. They both knew that. For eighteen years, they never let me eat anything spicy or raw, let alone something as oily and fiery as hot pot. But now, because of Finn, they could so easily forget something they once cared about so deeply. “I don’t eat hot pot. Give me back my ramen.” Zoe’s lips tightened. For a long moment, she didn’t move. Finally, she crouched down, meeting my eyes at eye level, just like she used to when she was trying to coax me. “Leo, I know you’re still angry. But Finn is different from you. He’s a rookie. If we don’t speak up for him, your fans will tear him apart, and he’ll never get his big break.” “But you’re different. Even if you can’t make it in this industry anymore, you still have me and Bella. We’ll take care of you.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hard pass. I don’t eat leftovers.” My dismissive attitude infuriated her. “Leo…” she snapped, her face hardening. I was done listening to her nonsense. “Can you please leave? I’m busy.” Zoe’s face grew darker and darker until she finally stormed out in a rage. She never once glanced at what I was doing on my computer.

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1 The night before the National Robotics Championship, I took a hammer to my masterpiece and quit. The internet exploded—forums flooded with accusations of fraud, cowardice, hacks who couldn’t handle the spotlight. Only Greg Croft, the golden boy hailed as a tech prodigy, offered hollow support to the press: “I have complete faith in Leo’s abilities. He’s the only rival I’ve ever considered my equal. Whatever’s happened, I just hope he finds his way back and proves the genius he truly is.” In my last life, the robot I’d brought to the championship was a bolt-for-bolt replica of his. No matter how I tried to expose his theft, he played the magnanimous victim online: “It’s alright. Leo can have this one. I can always build better.” His fans descended like wolves. Fueled by rage, I rebuilt overnight—until a power failure triggered a catastrophic explosion. I woke in the ICU. The internet cheered my downfall. That same night, Seraphina signed my DNR. My last thought before darkness: How did he steal my data? How did he turn her against me? Then— I opened my eyes. Back to the day before the championship. “Leo, this dynamic humanoid design is absolutely insane! We’re going to crush it this year. First place is in the bag!” My best friend Matt’s excited voice snapped me back to the present. I stared at the six-foot-tall robot before me, a violent shiver running down my spine. “I’m uploading the final specs now! Then all we have to do is wait for the live demonstration tomorrow!” Matt was already at the computer, grinning from ear to ear. “Wait!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “Stop! I have a better idea.” My hands trembled as I took the laptop. I navigated to Greg’s public project feed, my heart pounding in my chest. There it was. A video demonstration and a full spec sheet. It was a perfect copy of my robot. “What the hell?” Matt leaned over my shoulder, his face a mask of disbelief. “How is this possible? I checked his feed this afternoon, and his bot looked nothing like ours! Where did that son of a bitch get our design?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Last time, I had made the same check in the afternoon. Seeing that his robot was different, I had relaxed, complacent. I only discovered his theft half an hour before the submission deadline. I had frantically reported him to the organizers and posted my entire design process online, but it was useless. They didn’t believe me. Greg’s fans tore me to shreds. “Leo the Leech, at it again. First, he copies Greg’s ideas, now he’s trying to frame him. Shameless!” “Greg posted his data first, you pathetic thief. How dare you claim his work as your own?” The abuse was relentless. I had tried to prove them wrong by building a new robot overnight for the competition floor. And somehow, Greg’s robot had changed again, perfectly matching my new one. I was humiliated in front of everyone. They threw water bottles at me. Desperate, I tried to demonstrate my unique dynamic humanoid system, but the moment I powered it on, the robot exploded. The blast left me critically injured, fighting for my life in the ICU. With me out of the picture, Greg coasted to victory. He won the two-million-dollar prize and was immediately taken under the wing of a titan of the tech industry. His future was secured. And me? I was lying in a hospital bed, hovering between life and death. To make matters worse, the competition officials announced they’d found traces of high explosives in my robot’s wreckage. They concluded I had been planning some kind of attack and had become a victim of my own malice. But I knew. I knew I hadn’t put anything like that in my machine. That announcement was my death sentence. I was expelled from the university. The online mob doxed my parents. They spray-painted “FATHER OF A MONSTER” on their garage door and left funeral wreaths on their lawn. They said my parents deserved to die for bringing someone like me into the world. The night I was admitted to the hospital, Seraphina signed the papers to take me off life support, telling the world I had succumbed to my injuries. The internet rejoiced. My parents, shattered by the news of my “death,” took their own lives. My soul watched it all, a helpless, screaming ghost, refusing to move on. And then, I woke up. Back on the day before it all went wrong. This time, I will uncover the truth. I will clear my name. And I will make Greg Croft pay for every last thing he stole from me. 2 “Leo, we can still modify it! We still have time!” Matt insisted, his face pale but determined. “This competition isn’t just about the two million bucks. The winner gets mentored by Dr. Aris Thorne himself! We can’t give up.” The organizers had already replied to our initial complaint, stating they found no evidence of wrongdoing on Greg’s part. “I’ll handle the modifications myself,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Matt, you keep hounding the event staff. Don’t let them off the hook.” I took a deep breath. A second chance meant I couldn’t trust anyone, not even my closest friend. In my last life, Seraphina had been by my side the entire time I was building and modifying my robots. The memory of seeing her, after my death, tucked into the crook of Greg’s arm… there was no doubt. She was the one who leaked my designs. But she didn’t understand the complex mechanics or the code. Even if she gave him the physical blueprints, she couldn’t have accessed the core operational programming. And Greg and I… we’d been rivals since freshman year. I was his shadow. Every brilliant idea I had, he somehow produced it first, leaving me to be mocked as a copycat. We avoided each other like the plague on campus; there was no way he could have ever gotten a direct look at my work. So how? How did his robot’s programming mirror mine down to the last line of code? Even with the gift of foresight, the question gnawed at me. A sharp, stabbing pain lanced through my chest at the thought of Seraphina. Why would she betray me? We were childhood sweethearts, practically engaged. She was supposed to be my partner, yet at the most critical moment of my life, she’d been the one to push me into the abyss. Shaking my head, I slapped my own cheek, hard. Focus. The robot was all that mattered now. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I began disassembling the code and the machine. I’d already conceptualized an upgraded version of this robot, but I’d held back, opting for a more stable, conservative build for the competition. I was confident even the base model could win. I was always good at this, with a natural intuition for mechanics and programming that felt like a sixth sense. But caution was a luxury I could no longer afford. It was time to go all in. An hour later, I leaned back, letting out a ragged breath as I stared at the upgraded machine. This time, I had worked completely alone. Unless Greg Croft was literally a god, there was no way he could know the new specifications. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I was about to submit the new data to the organizers when Matt burst back into the lab. “Dude, you need to see this! Greg just posted an update!” My blood ran cold. I snatched the laptop from him and stared at the video. I couldn’t breathe. “No… it’s not possible!” The robot in Greg’s new video, the one he was showcasing with a smug grin, was my upgrade. Every last detail, every new line of code, was there on the screen. I scrolled down to see his post. His fans were already lavishing him with praise. Greg had written: “I felt my initial design was a winner, but in a competition of this caliber, you have to be willing to innovate. So, I decided to push the envelope with a significant upgrade. The performance isn’t perfectly stable yet, but if I can get some feedback from the judges, it’ll be worth the risk…” A cold dread washed over me. The core of the upgrade was a piece of programming that had come to me in a dream, a flash of pure inspiration. I treasured it like a divine gift, telling no one. Could he have hired a top-tier hacker? Was my workshop bugged? A terrifying theory began to form in my mind. “Leo, what do we do now?” Matt’s voice was a desperate whisper. “The forums… they’re tearing you apart.” 3 I stared at my phone, the screen a venomous stream of comments from Greg’s fans. “Tsk tsk, looks like the Leech ran out of material to steal.” “He’s been riding Greg’s coattails for years. Greg is a god, and Leo’s just a rat scurrying in his shadow.” … I took a deep, shuddering breath, the words blurring together. “It’s fine,” I said, my voice dangerously calm. “I have another robot. I’ll use that one.” I was about to lock myself in the lab again when my phone buzzed. It was Seraphina. I had specifically told her to give me space before the competition. I stared at her name on the screen, a cold fury rising in my chest. I declined the call and blocked her number. “I don’t believe he can read my mind on this one too,” I said to Matt, my jaw set. “This animal-model robot… he can’t possibly know about it.” With the grim determination of a man on his last hope, I re-entered the workshop. This time, I cut the power to the router, severing all connection to the outside world. No hacker on earth could spy on me now. I carefully retrieved a hidden case from beneath my workbench. Inside was a project I’d poured my soul into for five years—a bio-mimicking drone. It was more powerful and versatile than any humanoid model, designed for reconnaissance in complex terrains. It was only a prototype, and I had never spoken a single word about it to anyone. Three hours later, the assembly and programming were complete. I stood back, my heart a mix of pride and anxiety, and looked at the spider-like machine. Its most unique feature was its adaptive structure; it could shift between eighteen different forms to navigate any environment. Greg could not know. He absolutely could not know. Taking a final, deep breath, I reconnected to the internet to upload the data. But the connection was lagging. The spinning loading icon on the screen felt like a harbinger of doom. My heart hammered against my ribs. The upload finally finished. I frantically pulled up Greg’s project page. His robot had changed again. It was my spider bot. My exact design. I scanned the parameters, my vision going blurry. They were identical to mine. And the timestamp on his upload was exactly one minute before mine. His latest post read: 【Hey everyone, I felt like the competition was getting crowded with humanoid bots. So, I thought I’d switch things up with this new arachnid-inspired model! If you guys like it, maybe I’ll do a giveaway of some miniatures…】 I looked at his smarmy, self-satisfied post and roared, sweeping everything off my workbench in a blind rage. “HOW? HOW IS THIS HAPPENING? WHY!” The raw, primal scream tore from my throat. Matt rushed in, saw the spider bot on my screen, and understood everything. “Could it be the organizers?” he stammered. “Are they feeding him your data?” It was the only logical explanation he could find for two identical, last-minute designs. I stood frozen in the center of the room, a dark, suffocating aura clinging to me. We had less than two hours until the final submission deadline. There was no time to build another new robot. “I’m calling them. Right now,” I snarled, pulling out my phone. As I did, I saw a text message notification. Seraphina had used someone else’s phone after finding she was blocked. 【Leo, I am in love with you. My love for you is like your shadow.】 【Where you are, I am. When you are gone, I cease to exist.】 The words flashed in my mind, sparking something, a fleeting connection I couldn’t quite grasp. I shook it off and dialed the organizers, my voice tight with fury as I laid out my accusation. 4 The official on the other end was cold and dismissive. “Mr. Vance, this championship is sponsored by the National Science Institute and overseen by two of its most distinguished fellows.” “It involves universities from across the country. We would never compromise our integrity for a single student. Besides…” His voice took on a mocking edge. “Your university isn’t exactly an Ivy League powerhouse with the pull to bribe a panel of national experts.” “Instead of making baseless accusations, maybe you should focus on improving your own skills.” He hung up. They wouldn’t take any more of my calls. “Leo! It’s getting worse online,” Matt said, his face ashen as he handed me his phone. The screen was filled with hate. 【So shameless. A blatant, last-minute copy. Get out of the competition!】 【Someone on Greg’s team must have been bribed. How else could this leech copy the newest design so fast?】 Greg himself had posted a reply, oozing false magnanimity. “It seems great minds think alike. Perhaps Leo and I just had a similar flash of inspiration. It’s no problem. Leo, you can have the design. I’ll compete with something else.” Beneath his comment, his fans praised his generosity. 【A true class act! So gracious, even to a thief!】 【LMAO, even if he’s given the stolen design, can he even operate it?】 【This is disgusting. Someone should report this parasite before he gets any more ambitious.】 I stared at the words, feeling the blood freeze in my veins. Why? Why was this happening? Was I doomed to repeat the past? To just give up? No. I refuse. There has to be something I’m missing. In the grip of that extreme, helpless rage, my mind suddenly became preternaturally clear. Memories of Greg flashed through my mind like a chaotic film reel. Before I met him, people called me a genius. But ever since he appeared, my light had been dimmed by his brighter star. He was always one step ahead, as if he could pluck my very thoughts from the air. A spark ignited in the darkness of my mind. “Matt,” I asked, my voice eerily calm. “Do you believe it’s possible for two people to have the exact same brainwaves?” He looked at me, bewildered. “What? No way. Not even identical twins are that in-sync.” “Okay,” I pressed on. “A robot you know inside and out. If you had all the parts, what’s the absolute fastest you could assemble a new one from scratch?” Matt considered it seriously. “Leo, I’m not on your level, but I’m no slouch either. With all the components ready, assembly and full diagnostics… minimum, half a day. These are precision instruments, not LEGOs. You can’t just snap them together.” His words were like a key turning in a lock. My eyes widened, and a slow, strange smile spread across my face. It grew into a laugh, wild and unrestrained. “You’re right,” I said, the sound echoing in the silent lab. “To build a machine like this from the ground up takes at least half a day. So how could two of them appear within a minute of each other?” “It’s not scientifically possible!” I stared at the two robots before me, my eyes gleaming with a terrifying, feverish light. I dragged the spider bot over to the industrial gravity press in the corner of the lab. My hand hovered over the activation button. “I’ve found it,” I whispered, a manic grin stretching across my face. “Your fatal flaw.”

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My boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Hannah, used my credit card to fund scholarships, building herself a reputation as a beautiful, kind-hearted heiress. So when the class fundraiser money went missing and turned up in my locker, my boyfriend, Max, looked at me with a heartbroken expression and said, “Vivian, just confess. I’ll wait for you.” I tried to explain, but no one believed me. The entire class pointed their fingers at me. I was sent to prison, framed for a crime I didn’t commit. On their way to present evidence that would clear my name, my parents died in a car crash. With me out of the way, Max seized control of my family’s company and announced his marriage to Hannah. I died in that prison cell, consumed by despair. When I open my eyes, I’m back on the day Hannah pays for the scholarships. … “The university is organizing a fundraiser for students on financial aid! Is anyone interested in donating?” The familiar words sent a jolt through my entire body. I stared at the professor on the podium, talking about the benefits of the program—extra credit, honors, a leg up on grad school applications—and I knew. I was back. The next second, Hannah shot to her feet. “Professor, I’ll donate fifty thousand dollars,” she announced, “to go towards living stipends for the scholarship students.” A collective gasp went through the lecture hall. “Fifty thousand? Hannah, are you serious?” Hannah lifted her chin, deliberately showing off the designer necklace gracing her neck. “It’s only fifty grand. Do I look like I’m joking?” The room erupted in applause. “Hannah, you’re literally a princess! So generous and kind,” gushed Laura, my roommate and Hannah’s biggest sycophant. “You’re always so down-to-earth, but when it really matters, you step up. Not like some people, who just parade around with their Chanel bags trying to show off.” She shot a pointed glare at the backpack sitting behind me. I only liked the bag because it was spacious. My family’s housekeeper used the same one for groceries. Compared to the exclusive, custom-made pieces in my closet, this one was laughably plain. In my last life, I had been the anonymous donor who had sponsored Hannah through a private fund my father set up. I’d even given her a supplementary card linked to my account. At first, the charges were small—a few hundred here, a few thousand there. I didn’t think much of it. So when she announced she was donating $50,000, I was a little annoyed, but I didn’t say anything. After all, my family donated millions to charity every year. Because of that one act, Hannah became the campus’s philanthropic angel, while I was branded a vain, materialistic snob. Then, the class fundraiser money vanished. It was Hannah who led a search party to my locker, where they “found” it. And it was Max who stood before everyone and sealed my fate. “Vivian, go to the police. I’ll wait for you.” I was ostracized, expelled, and thrown in jail. The university gave my guaranteed spot in the graduate program to Hannah. When my parents died trying to save me, I just… gave up. After my death, I watched as Max used illegal means to take over my family’s corporation and proposed to Hannah with a fleet of nine hundred helicopters. They became the internet’s most adored power couple, their happiness built on the blood of my family. Rage, hot and sharp, coiled in my gut, and I clenched my fists until my knuckles were white. Basking in the praise, Hannah gave a modest wave. “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I just want to do my part to help others.” Then, her eyes landed on my bag, her gaze loaded with meaning. “Vivian, that bag looks… familiar. I know it’s normal for women to want nice things, but please, don’t let your vanity ruin your life.” I ignored her and looked directly at the professor. “Professor, I’ll also donate fifty thousand dollars.” He glanced at me, his eyes filled with disbelief. “Are you sure, Vivian? Once your name is down, the pledge is binding. If you can’t follow through, you’ll lose all academic honors, your club positions, and your grad school recommendation. You need to think this through. Don’t make a reckless decision you’ll regret.” Hannah grabbed my arm, her face a mask of frantic concern. “Vivian, if you’re only doing this to compete with me, then I won’t donate! I can’t bear to watch you destroy your future because of me. I’d never forgive myself.” Hearing this, the scholarship students in the class panicked and turned on me. “Vivian, you are so unbelievably selfish! Are you really going to take away our funding just to satisfy your own ego?” “Do you have any idea how hard we’ve worked to get here? We skip meals just to save money! This donation was our one chance at a normal life, and you’re going to ruin it with your stupid bluff? You’re a monster!” “Keep your vanity to yourself! Why do you have to drag us down with you? People like you are a disgrace to this university! Get out!” One of the more hot-headed students lunged at me, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of my seat. I stumbled and fell hard on the floor. As more students started to surge forward, the professor finally intervened, shouting threats of expulsion to get the situation under control. He turned to me, his expression laced with disappointment. “Vivian, charity is a wonderful thing, but you must act within your means. For your own good, it’s best you sit this one out.” My jaw tightened. “Professor,” I said, my voice cold, “I don’t believe you have the right to make that decision for me.” Hannah immediately jumped in. “Professor, please don’t be hard on Vivian. It’s fine, I just won’t participate.” Her words were perfectly crafted to sound as if I were bullying her into withdrawing her offer. I was speechless. The students who had just been restrained exploded again. “Just get out of here, Vivian! Stop putting on a show! You think you have that kind of money?” “Yeah, we don’t want your donation anyway! We don’t need your pity money!” “Pah! I wouldn’t take a cent from you! We’d rather starve!” “Professor, we all formally request that Vivian be barred from donating!” The professor’s gaze was hard as steel. “Vivian, you need to respect the wishes of your peers. Don’t be so selfish.” I let out a bitter laugh and swept my eyes over the crowd. “Fine. I won’t donate. But remember—you’re the ones who told me not to.” The scholarship students immediately turned to Hannah, their faces alight with hope. “Hannah, Vivian has backed down. No one is pressuring you now. Is your offer of fifty thousand still on the table?” Hannah shot me a triumphant, challenging look. “Of course it is.” The professor moved to her side, his voice gentle. “Hannah, if you’re certain, just sign this pledge form. The funds need to be transferred to the university’s account within three days.” Hannah picked up the pen and, without a moment’s hesitation, signed her name with a flourish. After class, I was heading back to my dorm when I saw Max and Hannah standing near the entrance. He was laughing, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. The moment he saw me, his face went cold. “Vivian, I heard you made a scene in class today, trying to one-up someone by pledging fifty grand. When did you become so desperate for attention?” Seeing my expression darken, he softened his tone. “Look, I’m just saying this for your own good. My family is comfortable, but fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. Were you planning on draining your parents’ savings account just to satisfy your ego? You should be grateful Hannah was there to stop you before you made a huge mistake. You need to thank her properly. She saw a necklace she really likes… it’s only about three grand. You should get it for her.” I stared at him, then let out a disbelieving laugh. “Max, if you don’t have a mirror, I suggest you find a puddle. You want me to spend my money on a gift for your little childhood friend? Your ego is bigger than your brain.” Max froze, clearly stunned. The old Vivian would have done anything to please him. Three grand was nothing if it kept him happy. Not anymore. I’d rather give my money to a homeless person on the street than spare him another dime. His face turned thunderous. “Vivian, do you have any idea what you’re saying?” I widened my eyes, feigning innocence. “Oh, was I not speaking English? Do you need a translator?” His face flushed with rage. Hannah stepped forward, her voice trembling with manufactured hurt. “Vivian, I know you don’t like me. I’ll stay away from you and Max from now on. Please don’t be angry with him because of me.” Max’s glare was icy. “Stop being so jealous, Vivian. I’ve told you, Hannah is like a sister to me. You spend thousands on a single bag. What’s the big deal about buying her one piece of jewelry? She’s going to be your sister-in-law one day.” I stared at Hannah for a long moment. “Is her mouth lined with gold? A few words from her are worth three thousand dollars? Is she worth it?” Hannah’s eyes immediately filled with tears. Max’s face contorted with fury. “That’s it, Vivian, you’ve gone too far! Hannah saved you fifty thousand dollars! Buying her a thank-you gift is the least you can do! If you won’t do it, then we’re through!” A genuine smile spread across my face. “Great! We’re done. See you never.” I turned and sprinted back to my dorm, faintly hearing him screaming behind me, yelling that I would regret this. The first thing I did when I got to my room was freeze the supplementary card. Let’s see where you get fifty thousand dollars from now, Hannah.

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One minute I’m gone, the next I wake up, and somehow I’m Cinderella’s stepmother. And the moment I meet my deadbeat husband again, he literally drops dead from happiness! 01 Wait, didn’t I die? Since when was the afterlife this noisy? “Cinderella’s nothing but bad luck! If it weren’t for her, Mom wouldn’t have gotten hurt!” “Mom, Mom, wake up!” Someone was shaking me, making my head spin. Then, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed in, mixing with the arguing voices around me. I realized… I was alive again. And somehow, I’d landed smack-dab in the middle of the Grimm fairy tale, Cinderella. The constant racket was coming from the story’s heroine and her two “wicked” stepsisters. And I, unfortunately, was the wicked stepmother. But according to my new memories, things were a little different from the story. “I” was actually Cinderella’s father’s first love. My family went bankrupt thanks to bad management, leaving me broke. As soon as the money was gone, Cinderella’s dad dumped me and our twin daughters flat, turning around to marry Cinderella’s mother. Even though I resented him like hell, “I” worked my fingers to the bone, raising two daughters alone. Then, wouldn’t you know it, Cinderella’s mom got sick and died, and her dad came sniffing around “me” again. At the time, “I” was working shifts at a bakery, barely scraping by, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of responsibility. I basically told him to get lost. But Robert – yeah, that was his name – was persistent. He brought flowers, gave me rides home, and doted on my daughters. “I” saw the longing for a father in my girls’ eyes, saw Robert acting all sincere, and my resolve crumbled. I agreed to give it another shot. We got married quickly, wanting to give the girls a proper family. But after the wedding, Robert changed completely. He became useless, doing nothing all day but drinking with his buddies or running off to the city to “network.” And he just dumped little Cinderella on “me.” So “I” was out working every day, my two daughters handled the house, and Cinderella was too young for chores. But did that stop her from “helping”? Nope. Whenever her sisters were working, she’d volunteer, only to make a bigger mess, ruining whatever they were trying to do. “I” was often so exhausted I could barely speak. My husband was useless, I had to earn the money, and manage three kids at home. And guess who always ended up cleaning up Cinderella’s messes? Me. Even a saint would lose patience. “I” yelled at everyone – my daughters, Cinderella, even their deadbeat, drunken dad. My own girls never complained, but Cinderella? She always acted like I was the cruelest person on earth, making the neighbors whisper that “I” was abusing my stepdaughter. Let them talk, “I” was too tired to care. But then they had to start sticking their noses where they didn’t belong… 2: Why Are You Crying? The memories settled. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was a rickety wooden house, furniture tossed around, eggs splattered on the walls, and bits of rotting vegetable scraps stuck everywhere. Influenced by the memories, my first thought looking at the broken eggshells was, What a waste. Seriously, those were perfectly good eggs. Could’ve sold them for decent money. While I was spacing out, my older daughter, Tara, grabbed my arm, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Mom, oh thank goodness, you’re awake!” My younger daughter, Amber, was fussing over me too. Only Cinderella stood off to the side, sniffling and sobbing like her whole world had ended. I took a closer look at Cinderella’s ragged gray dress. It was old, sure, but warm enough and looked spotlessly clean. Then I noticed that while she was covering her face and crying, not a single tear actually fell. Crocodile tears. The whole scene almost made me laugh. I walked over, smoothed down Cinderella’s neat, soft hair, and asked, pretending to be gentle, “Kylie, why are you crying?” Cinderella’s real name was Kylie. But no matter how many new dresses I bought her, she always wore that drab gray thing. Eventually, everyone, including my own daughters, started calling her Cinderella. Hearing my question, Kylie flinched, choked back a sob, but didn’t answer. Tara, getting impatient, jumped in. “Mom, don’t you remember? A bunch of villagers came by, yelling that you hit Kylie all the time, starved her, didn’t give her clothes… They said you weren’t fit to be a mother! They stormed in and trashed the place.” “It’s all her fault!” Amber added, her anger rising. She started rolling up her sleeves like she was ready to smack Kylie. “If it wasn’t for her, those people wouldn’t have come here causing trouble and pushing you down, Mom! You got hurt because of her!” Kylie just kept crying. I noticed her subtly shifting towards the door, and saw a few slivers of fabric disappear behind the doorframe. Onlookers. It clicked. I stopped Amber, putting on my kindest voice. “Now, now, how can you blame Kylie? Mom has to work all day. The food I make, the clothes I buy – they’re the same for all of you. People just don’t realize Kylie prefers this gray dress. It’s just a misunderstanding.” “The people around here are good-hearted,” I continued smoothly. “Once Mom explains things clearly, it’ll all be fine.” I gently patted the almost dust-free gray skirt Kylie was wearing and gave her a warm smile. “Am I right, Kylie?” 3: Dealing with the Little Snake Kylie was clearly shocked by my sudden change in attitude. She stammered, “O-of course, Mom. You’re very good to me.” The second the words were out, she frowned, looking annoyed, like she’d said the wrong thing. I noticed the figures lurking outside our broken door quickly melt away. Then Kylie said, “Mom, if you’re okay, I’ll go fetch the water now.” I kept smiling, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “No need. You’ve had quite a fright today. Let Tara get the water. You go rest in your room.” Tara snorted but didn’t argue, heading out efficiently to get the water. Kylie glanced at me nervously several times before hesitantly walking away. Watching her timid little retreating back, I sneered inwardly. Ha! Did she really think a PhD in psychology like me couldn’t handle a little manipulator like her? The next couple of days were much calmer. People in the neighborhood were still gossiping, but they seemed warier, keeping their distance. Because that useless drunk husband of mine hadn’t been home in two days, we were completely out of meat. I had to take a day off work and head into town with Tara to buy groceries. Once we got to town, the marketplace was chaotic. People were rushing in one direction. Tara was curious, so I went with her to see what was up. Turns out, the royal family had posted a new announcement. In three days, there would be a grand ball at the palace. All eligible unmarried young women from every family were required to attend. The Prince himself would choose his future bride that very night. Seeing the notice, Tara went ballistic with excitement, shaking my arm. “Mom, I need a new dress! I want to go to the ball!” Honestly, I was even more excited than Tara. Because I instantly remembered the original ending for these two girls in the story. Tara cut off her big toe, Amber sliced off her heel, and both ended up crippled. After Cinderella married the Prince, the three of us – my daughters and I – were kicked out of the country to face a miserable end.

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The year Ethan broke his leg, I disappeared. But he didn’t know that for five years, I was trafficked and violated while trying to raise money for his wheelchair. His “perfect girl,” Sophia, framed me for prostitution and got me thrown in jail for two years. After I got out, I cried and begged Ethan to listen to my explanation. He just coldly crushed my life-saving pills under his foot. “Chloe, your sob stories are pathetic.” But he didn’t know those were my last two pills. So, on the day of his wedding, I died in the apartment we used to share. 1 “Renowned dancer Ethan set to marry dance partner Sophia. Ethan has won consecutive global championships in the past two years, becoming the youngest dance…” I was taking shelter from the snow in a convenience store. Hearing Ethan’s name made me freeze. Then, hearing “wedding,” I whipped my head around to look at the clerk. The clerk was watching news on his phone. I snatched his phone, my eyes glued to the screen. “Are you nuts? Give me back my phone! This is a new model, can you even afford to replace it?!” The clerk’s angry voice buzzed in my ear, but I couldn’t hear him. I just kept staring at the news headline. “Oh, so you’re stealing phones now, huh? Tank, come here and deal with her!” The phone was suddenly ripped from my grasp, and the guy called Tank roughly shoved me out of the convenience store. “Is this woman crazy? She just grabbed my phone and wouldn’t let go!” I coughed a couple of times, struggling to my feet. The snow was so cold, it made my heart ache. Ethan was going to marry my enemy… I couldn’t believe that in the five years I was gone, he had fallen in love with the woman who had ruined my life. I knelt in the snow, a terrifying cold seeping into my heart. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I tried to stand. But my weak legs gave out, and I stumbled. The clerk and Tank came out. Just as they were about to rough me up, a sweet voice called out. “Ethan, is that Chloe?” 2. Hearing that voice, my mind instantly flashed back to the darkness of five years ago, the despair of two years ago. Five years ago, Sophia tricked me into going to a shady agency. She told me she knew the owner there. That they could get the best and cheapest wheelchair for Ethan. I was broke back then, so I believed her. But she tricked me and had me taken to a remote place in the mountains. I was trapped there for three years. Three years later, the police found the place. I thought I was finally free, but then I heard Sophia accusing me of voluntarily prostituting myself. I spent another two years in jail. Enduring the pain of my illness flaring up, I went to see Sophia. She was affectionately clinging to Ethan’s arm. Ethan was standing. His leg was healed. I got up, wanting to hug him, but was met with his cold, indifferent gaze. “Chloe, have you really stooped this low?” “You look disgusting.” I froze, staring at him, dumbfounded. “Ethan, I’m back. Do you know these past five…” Before I could finish, Sophia interrupted me. “Chloe, honey, I shouldn’t have told you back then that Ethan’s leg wouldn’t heal. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone abroad.” Abroad? What abroad? I rushed forward to grab Ethan. “Ethan, I didn’t go abroad! I… I was trafficked by Sophia!” I glared at Sophia, but she remained perfectly composed. Ethan touched my hand, and for a moment, I thought he believed me. But then he yanked his hand away. His voice was so cold it made me shiver. “Chloe, are you really capable of making up such vicious lies now?” 3. “I didn’t… I really was trafficked by Sophia, Ethan!” “Trafficked, or were you doing that kind of thing overseas?” I stared at him, stunned. He thought I’d been selling myself abroad. Ethan’s eyes were as cold as a stranger’s. I unconsciously took two steps back. Sophia walked over and put her hand on my arm. “Chloe, honey, I know you had a tough time abroad these past few years, but Ethan hasn’t had it easy either. You have no idea what he…” “Sophia, don’t waste your breath on her!” Sophia. What an intimate way to call her. The moment Sophia got close, I started to tremble, just like five years ago when she stepped on my hand and said viciously, “Chloe, what do you think Ethan would do if I told him you ran off?” The fear of years of beatings was seared into my bones. I screamed in terror. “Please, let me go… Ah, please, Ethan, save me!” Seeing me like this, Ethan clenched his fists. “Chloe, your sob stories are pathetic.” “I don’t want to see you ever again.” They left, disappearing into the snowy night. And I was abandoned by them in the snow. Trembling, curling up, screaming. Like a madwoman. 4. When I woke up, I saw two pairs of worried, curious eyes looking at me. It was the convenience store clerk and the guy named Tank. Seeing I was awake, they sighed and introduced themselves. “I’m Gus, and this is my younger brother, Tank.” “Kiddo, I figured it out. You’re a poor soul, aren’t ya?” I looked at Gus silently. He patted my shoulder. “You were trafficked, weren’t you? You don’t look like the type to just abandon someone. Lord knows how you survived.” For the first time since getting out of prison, I cried. I sobbed as I explained I didn’t have a phone, I just wanted to see the news. And Gus was the first person to believe me. I wailed, wanting to cry out all the grievances of the past years. Gus and Tank kept comforting me. Before I left, they told me to come by and chat whenever I felt like it. I nodded, determined to find a job. I went back to the apartment Ethan and I used to rent. It had been bought now. I knew Ethan would despise this place. He wouldn’t want to set foot in it. So I got the key from the old hiding spot and tidied up the apartment. After cleaning, I went looking for work. I went from place to place, trying my luck, but no one wanted me. I used to be Ethan’s dance partner. We relied on each other, a win-win. It took so much effort to go from unknown to somewhat famous. Then Ethan unexpectedly injured his leg. I composed myself, trying not to dwell on the past. Seeing the last dance company on my list, I resolutely walked in. During the audition, I specifically performed the dance Ethan and I had done countless times. The judges’ eyes showed an admiration that brought back the feeling of those old days. When I finished, the judges praised me one after another, saying I “still had it.” “Congratulations, Ms. Chloe…” Suddenly, someone burst in and whispered something to the head judge. 5. I saw his expression gradually turn awkward, then icy. The judge who had initially praised me frowned and said, “Ms. Chloe, due to a stain on your personal character, we cannot offer you a position.” I stared blankly as they left one by one, leaving me alone under the spotlight. A stain. One stain had ruined my life. I laughed hysterically. I turned to see Sophia’s smug, triumphant smirk and Ethan’s expressionless face as he watched. They walked over. “Chloe, honey, I didn’t expect your ‘stain’ to be like this. Maybe I should have a word with them…” “Sophia, you don’t need to be so kind. She deserves all of this.” I lowered my head, listening to Ethan’s piercing words. Every sentence stabbed at my heart. I slowly walked closer to Ethan, looking up at him. “Ethan, why don’t you believe me?” He saw my tears but just tightened his grip on Sophia’s hand. “How can I believe you, Chloe? Who was by my side for five years? It was Sophia. My Chloe died the day she ran off!” Tears streamed down my face as I tried to explain it wasn’t like that, but Ethan had already left… I hate you, Ethan! A little while later, Sophia came back to find me. She held out a business card, her face feigning concern. “Chloe, honey, Ethan felt sorry for you and found you a job. He said this is the last time he’ll help you.” I looked at Sophia woodenly, as if she were a corpse. She seemed startled and loosened her grip. “Chloe, honey, why are you looking at me like that?” I took the business card, too drained to argue with Sophia. After I left, I could still hear Sophia shouting. “This is the last shred of dignity Ethan is giving you! Find a job and don’t come back.” 6. I stayed in the apartment for a few days. Looking at the familiar photos, the furniture, but the person who was once so close was no longer the same. Before Grandma died, she tearfully begged Ethan to take good care of me. I only remember him kneeling, kowtowing to my grandma so hard his forehead bled. He swore the most solemn oath to marry me. Only then did Grandma pass away in tears. Looking at that business card, I decided to give it a try. I went to a lounge based on the address on the card. A vague unease settled in my heart. I calmed my racing pulse and walked in. A manager bustled over, clearly busy. He said to me hurriedly, “You’re the server Sophia recommended, right? Go, go, hurry up and change into your uniform, then go serve drinks.” “Serve drinks?” “Yeah, quick, go.” He rushed me, and I had no choice but to change into the server’s uniform. But the outfit was strangely revealing. I nervously carried a tray, going from private room to private room delivering drinks. It seemed like an upscale, fancy lounge. The patrons were dressed impeccably. I delivered the drinks and left immediately. In the last private room, I walked in with my head down. I heard several men’s flattering voices. “Mr. Hayes, could you see if you can let this young actress off the hook? She really didn’t mean it.” “I’ll apologize to Sophia on her behalf. How about I drink three penalty shots?” Hearing the familiar name “Sophia,” I jerked my head up and met Ethan’s sharp, discerning eyes. “Server! Pour the drinks!” I flusteredly handed them the drinks, but one of the men grabbed my hand. I was scared and tried to pull away; the bottle suddenly shattered. “You bitch, what good can come from someone serving drinks here!” A sudden slap made my head ring. “Let go.” Ethan spoke. He kicked the man away and forcefully pulled me out. He looked at my drink-stained clothes, his expression strained. “Chloe, are you really this cheap?” “What, wasn’t doing that stuff abroad enough for you? Now you’re back doing it here!” “Did a dog eat your damn dignity?” Tears welled in my eyes, and I shook my head repeatedly. “It’s not like that. I just wanted a job.” “I have no money. I need treatment…” I saw Ethan’s eyes gradually redden. He angrily shook off my hand. “No money? All those years abroad, you must have made tens of thousands each time, right? And now you’re talking about no money? You think I’ll believe you?” He left again, leaving me there. “Ethan! I’ll say it again, I, Chloe, have never lied to you!” He paused for a moment, then walked straight away. Endless pain gnawed at my heart, dense and overwhelming. Please, Ethan, don’t go… 7. I went back to the apartment and picked up my last bottle of medication. Those five years had left me with severe depression. The doctor in prison only gave me one bottle of pills. This medicine was to alleviate the pain and impulses when my illness flared up. I looked at the last few pills. Maybe I really was going to die. But I still wanted to live, to see Ethan a little longer. I went to Ethan’s dance studio. We used to practice here. Even when we were dirt poor, we never gave up. And now, it had become the place where he and Sophia danced together. I suppressed the pain in my heart, thumping my chest as if that could stop it. After one dance ended, I walked over. He saw me and frowned. “What are you doing here?” “Ethan, I want my grandma’s bracelet back.” He didn’t speak, but I caught sight of the jade bracelet on Sophia’s wrist. That… that was what my grandma gave me. How could it be on her hand? My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked at Ethan. He gave it to her, didn’t he? I only ever gave the jade bracelet to him. I couldn’t control my emotions and rushed forward, grabbing Sophia’s hand. “That’s my grandma’s jade bracelet! Give it back to me, it’s mine!” Sophia screamed in fear, “Chloe, honey, you’re mistaken! Let go of me, it hurts!” Ethan quickly tried to pull me away. I desperately clawed at Sophia’s hand and arm. Bloody scratches appeared. “It’s my grandma’s! Ethan, how could you give it to her!” I cried, questioning Ethan. He roared at me in a low voice, “Have you had enough, Chloe? Look at what you’ve become!” He shoved me away and helped Sophia up from the floor. Watching me lose control so calmly. The sudden force made my head throb, and the pain in my heart intensified, making me frantic. My medicine bottle was knocked to the ground by Ethan. “Medicine… give me my medicine!” But Ethan stepped on my medicine bottle, and the pills inside instantly turned to powder. My heart shattered along with them. “Chloe, you’re a really great actress, aren’t you? Is it fun trying to get sympathy?” My chest was so tight I couldn’t breathe, and I coughed incessantly. A thousand voices screamed in my head, “Go die!” I collapsed to my knees, letting out a piercing shriek. And Ethan, holding Sophia, walked away. 8. I dragged my failing body back to the apartment. As soon as I entered, I stumbled and fell to the floor. “Ethan… Ethan, save me.” My chest was tight, my heart pounded; I felt like I was being pushed into the ocean, sinking deeper and deeper. “Ethan! It was for you that I was trafficked for five years! Five years! How could you do this to me!” I cried and coughed, spitting up blood before passing out. I slept heavily. A day passed, and I was still on the floor. I had no strength to get up. The suicidal thoughts grew stronger. I fought to control myself. Ethan was still out there. I couldn’t die. Just as I firmed my resolve, I suddenly heard a broadcast from outside the window. “Today is the grand wedding of renowned dancer Ethan and Sophia…” The last straw supporting my will broke. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dragged my heavy body and reached for the knife on the table. Every cut drew blood, but there was no pain. I only felt relief. On the wedding day of the famous dancer Ethan, I died in the apartment we once shared.

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My company was bankrupt, drowning in massive debt. I sat on my penthouse balcony, chugging a bottle of whiskey, and dialed Ethan Chen’s number. “Can you come see me one last time?” He scoffed. “You want me to beg you not to die? Don’t pretend, you’re not the type to give up that easily.” “Oh, and that proposal from yesterday? It’s off. I have no interest in becoming a co-debtor.” In the background, a woman’s sweet voice cooed, “Ethan, focus, darling. Don’t mind that old hag.” I shook my head, a bitter smile playing on my lips. Five years I’d nurtured him, only to find him an ungrateful dog. My phone vibrated. A new message. Dad: “Had enough fun? Come back and inherit the family business!” 1 Three minutes later, on board the private jet dispatched by the Sterling Corp. Ethan texted: “Get your stuff out by end of day.” I leaned back in the plush leather seat, my fingertips barely touching the screen as I typed: “Just trash it all.” He instantly replied: “Ordering me around? Still think you’re Harper Lin, the high-and-mighty CEO?” I let out a soft laugh, tossing the phone aside. He’d been my executive assistant for three years. I supposed he’d felt truly wronged. The jet landed on the helipad of a sprawling hillside mansion. Pushing open the heavy front door, I found my clothes and jewelry crammed haphazardly into cheap duffel bags. A few pieces of expensive lace lingerie had been deliberately pulled out and strewn across the floor, soaked in red wine, cigarette burns clearly visible. Several of his friends lounged on the sofas, eyeing me with meaningful, smirking gazes. My hands clenched, trembling as I looked at Ethan. He wore a silk black shirt, collar slightly unbuttoned, his charming eyes now glacial, making him look even more alluringly cruel. Suddenly, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and flung it directly at my face. The bills fluttered down, a few sticking to my cheek, like dirty paper meant for a mockery. Everyone burst into laughter: “Harper just came back from the brink, she needs a good cleanse! What if she loses it again and tries to off herself? Where would we collect our debts then?” “Off herself? She’d never abandon our Ethan!” One of them nudged a lace bra on the floor with his foot. “The tags are still on. Guess she never got to wear it for Ethan.” Ethan sneered, walking closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm: “Harper Lin, how does it feel to be humiliated with money? All these years, what else could you do but throw cash at me? Limited edition cars, yachts, hundreds of designer suits…” “Aside from spending money, do you have any other talent? If you’d shown me even a shred of genuine affection, you wouldn’t be in this position today!” I tugged at the corner of my lips: “Ethan Chen, you missed one thing: this $20 million mansion? I gave you that too.” I remembered our first time, in his cramped apartment. My heart ached for him, and I bought this villa the very next day. Later, anything good I saw, I wanted to give him. Now, that’s considered lack of sincerity? He looked disgusted. “What? You want it back?” I gazed at him, my fingertip lightly tracing his lips: “Considering how hard you worked in bed all these years, it’s yours. I really don’t lose anything.” He slapped my hand away, his face contorted in rage: “Do you know how disgusted I was every time I touched you? Your garish lipstick, your fake moans, even your breathing made me want to gag!” A dull ache swelled in my chest. I had money, looks, and on top of that, I’d tried every way to please him in bed, yet he despised me so much. The onlookers stifled their laughter, their gazes filled with contempt, mockery, and revulsion. Someone shook his phone: “Ethan, that’s not fair, man. Those private pics of Harper you shared in the group… her figure was totally smoking hot.” “Didn’t expect Harper, usually so poised and dignified, to be so wild in private.” “Shut up!” Ethan snapped, cutting him off, then turned to me with a cold smirk, “Even the best body can’t compare to a single strand of Chloe’s hair.” He’d actually shared my private photos with others to admire. My voice was hoarse: “How truly difficult for you, Ethan. Fetching my coffee all day at the office, and then at night having to endure your disgust while ‘servicing’ this ‘old hag.’ If I’d known it was such a burden, I would’ve hired a few more attractive assistants to spare you the effort.” Ethan suddenly clenched my wrist: “Harper Lin, do you have no shame? If you hadn’t bought off Chloe and forced her to leave the country, forced her to break up with me, how would I have ended up with you…?” “I forced her?” I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t play innocent!” He ground his teeth, “If you hadn’t meddled, why would Chloe and I have been apart for five years?” I suddenly remembered five years ago, Chloe Su standing timidly in my office: “Ms. Lin, I, I can let you have Ethan. Could you give me some money for my studies abroad?” At the time, I found it utterly ridiculous. A man Harper Lin wanted? Did I need someone else’s permission? Out of pity, I’d allocated funds from my philanthropic foundation to her. Unexpectedly, that very night, Ethan spent all his savings to book the most exclusive restaurant in town, proposing to me with a diamond ring. Looking at the man now, his face filled with resentment, I suddenly felt a profound sense of weariness. Too lazy to explain, I shook off his hand and walked straight out. “Ms. Lin, long time no see.” A syrupy voice suddenly floated to my ears. 2 Chloe Su glided gracefully toward me on stiletto heels, her Givenchy couture dress accentuating her slender figure. She covered her mouth with a delicate hand, a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Ms. Lin, you’ve maintained yourself so well. You really don’t look thirty at all.” I eyed her coldly. Five years abroad had indeed polished away some of her former tackiness. But her habit of saying nasty things remained unchanged. She intimately linked her arm through Ethan’s. He immediately tenderly smoothed a strand of hair from her temple. I spotted the sapphire necklace around her neck. “Nice necklace,” I drawled, “I have an identical one.” Chloe suddenly stepped forward and embraced me, whispering in my ear: “Ethan said, anything you have, I have to have too. And it has to be better than yours.” She pulled a necklace from her palm, tilting her head, her smile both innocent and venomous: “This one is yours, a cheap imitation worth a few bucks. Mine is the real deal. Look at the wear and tear, Ms. Lin must have worn it often, right?” I stared at the necklace that had accompanied me to countless important events, my fingertips growing cold. The gift I had cherished as a treasure was nothing but a fake. And I had felt sorry for Ethan, always reciprocating his gifts with luxury watches and custom suits worth a hundred times more. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and ripped Chloe’s necklace from her neck, tossing it into a nearby trash can. If I had to wear a fake, why should she get to wear the real thing? Chloe shrieked in shock. The next second, Ethan shoved me hard: “Harper Lin! Are you out of your mind? Desperate for cash, are you? Trying to steal a necklace now?” My back slammed against a stone table, the searing pain making my vision blacken. He grabbed the trash can and dumped its contents over my head: “Pick up the necklace yourself!” Cigarette ash, fruit peels, and foul-smelling liquid cascaded over me. The stench was unbearable. I ripped the cheap fake necklace from my collar and hurled it at him. I gasped, writhing in pain, yet managed a brilliant smile: “Ethan Chen, that cheap trash isn’t even worth me touching.” Ethan’s face twisted, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Harper Lin, even now you’re still so shallow, always measuring everything by money!” He sighed heavily, “We’re clearly not from the same world. Forget it. I was originally planning to give you some emergency money…” I cut him off, contempt and mockery lacing my voice: “No need. I agree, we were never in the same world.” He sneered, “Butler, show her out!” The servants, who had once been so respectful, now herded me toward the door like a stray dog. My bodyguards, waiting outside the main gate, rushed to steady my stumbling form. “Miss, should we deal with this?” I looked back at the two figures embracing inside the mansion, and gently shook my head. How ridiculous. Even after all this, I still couldn’t bring myself to harm him. 3 Back home, my father was leisurely sipping tea. “My girl, that $10 billion tuition fee? Totally worth it!” He said, a smile crinkling his eyes, “Tomorrow, you’ll take over as Chairman.” I collapsed onto the sofa, groaning: “Dad, I just drove a company into bankruptcy. Can’t I get a break?” “Alright,” Dad slowly set down his teacup, “How about a blind date tomorrow then?” I instantly sprang up from the sofa: “No way!” Late that night, a friend request popped up on my phone. I casually accepted it, and out of curiosity, tapped on the sender’s social media profile. The latest post was a photo: Chloe Su in a bikini, lounging in Ethan’s arms, the two of them passionately kissing on a yacht deck. The location showed Hawaii. The date was last month, when Ethan had told me he was going abroad for a business trip. The most ironic part? The luxurious yacht in the background was the very gift I’d commissioned for him, thinking he deserved it after all his hard work. I let out a soft chuckle, then posted a comment: “Truly a match made in hell.” Not long after, Ethan sent a message: “I wired you $100,000 for emergencies.” “Don’t sleep under a bridge, it’s not safe.” I lightly tapped the ‘thumbs up’ emoji, then casually returned the transfer. Next, Chloe eagerly sent a video. In the footage, Ethan was breathing heavily, his voice laced with a vulnerability I’d never heard from him: “Baby, please, don’t ever leave me again. Do you know how I’ve survived all these years?” “Every time I was with Harper Lin, I’d close my eyes and imagine she was you. It was the only way to trick my body and not throw up.” “She clung to me every day, like a persistent fly! Even when she smiled at me, I felt like she was just laughing at my misery.” “Did she really think money could buy love? Buy my body and my dignity? Ridiculous! She’s just a crude, arrogant nouveau riche. How could she ever compare to my baby?” Every word was a poisoned dagger, piercing precisely into my heart. Only then did I belatedly realize, with him, I might have actually fallen. I fiercely wiped away the tears on my face, then carefully applied my flawless makeup. It’s just a man, isn’t it? When have I, Harper Lin, ever been short of them? I changed into the red dress he always loved to see me in, slipped on my high heels, and headed straight to the exclusive club. I picked a male escort who was handsomer and seemed more docile than Ethan, and collapsed into his embrace: “Does my smile really make people hate me?” His eyes were so tender they could melt. “How could it? Ms. Lin, your smile is as captivating as moonlight.” See? This is what a professional does. Not like Ethan, that hypocrite, who wanted my money yet still gave me that condescending sneer. I lightly kissed his lips. “So, will you keep me company tonight?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed conflicted. My heart suddenly sank. Was it true, as Ethan had said, that I was disgusting? “Harper Lin!” The VIP room door was brutally kicked open. Ethan’s face was grim with fury: “We’ve only been broken up for fifteen hours, and you’re already so desperate you have to come to a place like this? If someone hadn’t sent me the video, I wouldn’t have believed you could sink so low!” 4 Ignoring him, my fingertips traced circles on the male escort’s throat: “A million dollars, just for tonight?” The escort’s breath hitched, clearly tempted by the million. The next second, he smoothly swept me into his arms. Ethan lunged, trying to grab me. “Get down, now!” I tilted my head, looking him over: “What, Ethan? Do you want the million too? Too bad. I’ve already moved on from your model.” Ethan’s face instantly turned ashen: “Harper Lin, you sicken me! Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t want my ex-girlfriend buying escorts and becoming a laughingstock in our circle!” “Ex-girlfriend?” I wagged a finger: “Ethan, your memory’s truly terrible. Between us, it was always patron and plaything! And now, the former patron is about to spoil her new favorite.” Ethan scoffed: “Your accounts are probably frozen! You think you can actually pull out a million? I suggest you stop now, before you get sued for skipping out on your bill at a place like this. I’d be embarrassed for you!” Suddenly, the escort looked at me, a handsome smile gracing his features: “Tonight, I’ll be happy to provide complimentary service for Ms. Lin, along with a top-floor suite experience.” Ethan sneered, “Harper Lin! You’re not even ashamed of a man who’s up for sale like that?” “Ashamed?” My fingertip traced the escort’s collar, “It’s better than someone who acts all sincere on the surface but secretly cheats behind your back! At least he’s upfront about his price. No surprises.” Ethan’s gaze darkened abruptly. That familiar, possessive look was back. I rolled my eyes; his clumsy acting no longer fooled me. I urged the escort: “What are you waiting for? Show me what you’ve got.” Ethan glared at us from behind, eyes burning. The escort carried me out, striding confidently, and ran straight into Chloe Su. Seeing the situation, a flicker of jealousy crossed her eyes as she intimately linked arms with Ethan. “Ethan, finding male escorts is Ms. Lin’s personal hobby. We should learn to respect that, shouldn’t we?” She deliberately raised her voice, drawing the attention of nearby guests. The men stared at me with lecherous gazes, as if appraising an item for sale. The women whispered amongst themselves, occasionally casting scornful or curious glances. I subconsciously looked at Ethan. The disgust in his eyes was almost palpable, as if I were some kind of scarlet woman. I gave Chloe a cold glance: “At least I’m better than Ms. Su. I have no interest in picking up someone else’s used trash.” Chloe’s face went pale. Ethan immediately gritted his teeth, “I’m used trash? Harper Lin, you’re utterly disgusting!” Disgusting? I’d become numb to it. Too lazy to argue with him further, I signaled for the escort to leave. The escort gentlemanly opened the Maybach’s door for me. As the door closed, the car started. “Wait!” I quickly rolled down the window. “Didn’t we say we were going to the suite?” He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes: “Harper Lin, you really don’t remember me?” He was…? There was no time to think, the car was already moving. I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing back into the seat. I furiously scrubbed at my lips until I tasted blood. Good thing he didn’t get in the car. That act almost fell apart. Ethan’s disgusted face flashed involuntarily in my mind again, and my eyes suddenly grew hot. Damn it! He wasn’t worth a single tear! 5 My father hosted a grand welcome reception to celebrate my official return to the Sterling Corp. I wore a stunning Valentino couture gown, linked arms with my father, and chatted elegantly with various business magnates. When I went to the ladies’ room for a touch-up, Chloe Su was leaning against the hallway wall, studying my gown and jewelry with a mix of envy and disdain. “Ms. Lin, quite the strategy! You certainly latched onto the Sterling Corp. tree quickly.” “Mr. Lin might be a bit older, but he’s got deep pockets. With your skills, becoming Mrs. Lin must be just around the corner, right?” “I heard the Lin family assets are worth hundreds of your old companies combined. When you get tired of servicing the old man, you can always spend money to find male escorts for fun. How enviable!” “I don’t quite understand your pursuits, but congratulations in advance!” I nonchalantly toyed with my perfect manicure. When she finished, I raised my hand and delivered a sharp slap. “That’s to teach you to control your filthy mouth. Say one more word, and I won’t hesitate to have security escort you out.” She dramatically tumbled to the floor, covering her face and whimpering. “Harper Lin! You’re abusing your power! Does having money mean you can just hit people?” “Hitting you doesn’t require power; it’s merely cleaning up trash.” Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind me. Ethan rushed over, his hand raised, and delivered a stinging slap across my face. “That’s for Chloe!” The fiery pain hadn’t even fully subsided when a second slap landed with heavy force. “And that one’s for Chloe’s baby!” My ears buzzed, but I only registered the word “baby.” He had once said he wanted to enjoy our time as a couple, always making sure I took birth control afterward. Despite such caution, I had still accidentally conceived his child once—a tiny life that was gone at just four weeks. My heart felt as if an invisible hand had violently squeezed it, yet I managed a perfect smile: “Ethan Chen, do you really hate me that much?” His eyes flickered for a brief moment, then hardened. “Otherwise?” “Alright, I understand.” I turned to leave, but he roughly grabbed my arm. His voice held a note of disbelief: “Harper Lin, you’re not even arguing? What scheme are you planning now? I’m warning you, if you dare touch a single hair on Chloe’s head, I will make you pay!” I sighed tiredly: “Are you done? Can I go now?” Since childhood, not even my father had ever raised his voice at me, yet today I had received two solid slaps from him. I wasn’t even holding it against him, so why was he throwing a tantrum? Ethan stared at my swollen cheek, frozen in place. But Chloe lunged forward, kicking me hard in the back of my knee. “Harper Lin, I’m not done with you yet!” I buckled, falling to my knees on the marble floor, a piercing pain radiating through my entire body. Chloe seized the opportunity, clutching my long hair and forcing my head back: “Called you Ms. Lin, and you really thought you were someone? A rat fleeing with billions in debt, you think you’re worth anything in front of me?” “Honestly, a useless person like you should’ve jumped off that rooftop yesterday and ended it all!” In my periphery, Ethan’s brows were tightly furrowed, but he made no move to intervene. I slowly curled my lips into a smile: “Chloe Su, this time, you’ve truly messed with the wrong person.” She first froze, then burst into exaggerated laughter: “Oh, Ms. Lin’s getting fierce? I’m so scared.” Around us, snorts of laughter erupted: “Oh, who’s this ‘elite socialite’? Still so defiant even after getting beaten up like that.” “She probably played mistress and got what she deserved from the main woman! Serves her right!” “Dressed like a human, but who knows how depraved she is underneath.” Amidst the cacophony of harsh whispers, a commanding voice boomed like thunder: “I’d like to see who’s tired of living, daring to touch my daughter on Sterling Corp. property!”

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I was a recent college grad, and to save money, I was sharing a two-bedroom apartment with my best friend. But one unexpected incident plunged both our relationships into a spiral we could never escape… Last weekend, I’d just finished showering and was about to get dressed when my boyfriend suddenly pressed me down onto the bed, pulling down my underwear. “Baby, your butt is getting curvier.” “Stop it,” I tried to push him away. “The door’s still open. Someone might see.” “So what if they do? It’s not like they’re strangers…” My boyfriend pulled me into his arms and started kissing me, leaving me dazed and letting him have his way. After a while, I noticed a figure standing at the doorway. It was Ryder, my boyfriend’s best friend. He leaned against the doorframe, looking at my barely clothed body. “Not just a curvy butt, she’s got dimples too.” “Go on, scram! Haven’t you seen enough of your own girlfriend?” Though it wasn’t the first time Ryder had seen me undressed, I still hid in my boyfriend’s arms, blocking Ryder’s view. Initially, I had intended to close the door before putting on my clothes. But Ryder wouldn’t leave, and I couldn’t exactly walk around naked to shut the door, so I grabbed a short skirt from the bed and slipped it on. In this situation, wearing a bra was out of the question. So I dug breast petals out of my bag, ready to stick them on. When I looked up, Ryder was still staring at me. “Still looking? Can’t tear your eyes away?” “Can’t tear them away because it feels too good! But I’m thinking of a different part of the body!” Ryder burst out laughing. “You pervert, I’ll tell Mia not to let you into bed tonight!” I glared at Ryder, then turned sideways to apply the breast petals. Just then, my boyfriend started getting frisky again. He reached out and touched me. “If Mia won’t let him into bed, he can just sleep with us. Your body’s so amazing, baby. Why enjoy it alone when you can share the fun?” “Ugh, you’re trying to give yourself a reason to cheat?” “What’s there to be scared of? I’m not losing out. He’ll trade Mia for you.” “Get out of here, you’re talking nonsense! Are you two really that close you’d swap girlfriends?” Hearing my boyfriend’s vulgar and direct banter, my ears immediately burned crimson, and an indescribable tremor surged through me. I keenly picked up on the unspoken understanding between my boyfriend and Ryder; it seemed like more than just talk. At the time, I didn’t know this was just the beginning of my downfall. After they’d had their fill of joking, my best friend Mia had also showered and changed, so we set off for the escape room. This time, it was an adventure-themed room, just the four of us. My boyfriend and Ryder walked ahead, while Mia and I followed closely behind, huddling together in the darkness, inching forward. Normally, I wasn’t easily scared, but Ryder kept letting out strange shrieks, and combined with the eerie lighting, it made my skin crawl. Suddenly, the door ahead burst open, and Mia and I shrieked, clutching onto each other. Just then, the walkie-talkie crackled, telling us a ghost had appeared up ahead and we needed to find a cabinet to hide in quickly. Before I could react, Ryder grabbed me and pulled me into a nearby cabinet. My boyfriend, meanwhile, pulled Mia into another cabinet. The cabinet was only about two feet wide, so cramped our bodies were pressed together. Ryder held me from behind, and almost instantly, he couldn’t keep still, his hands starting to wander freely over me. “Ah!” Just then, Mia in the cabinet next to us let out a soft gasp. I quickly stretched my neck to look at her. Sure enough, Mia was pressed intimately against my boyfriend, just like us. But while I was facing away from Ryder, Mia and my boyfriend were face-to-face. She seemed stunned with fright, pressing herself deep into Jake’s embrace, trembling uncontrollably. Jake, meanwhile, had a look of pure enjoyment on his face. In the dim light, separated by a thin cabinet wall, the heavy breathing of all four of us became exceptionally clear in the silence. At that moment, Ryder gently bumped me, then lowered his head and nibbled my neck. I immediately froze. Ryder was on the basketball team, a towering six-foot-three, and holding me from behind felt like a wild giant playing with a doll. This gave me a fresh thrill, accustomed as I was to my boyfriend. Yes, women enjoy new sensations too. I was both ashamed and scared. His body radiated a fire-like heat, stimulating my smooth, sensitive skin through my thin skirt. “Mmm…” My body felt weak and I let out a soft gasp, subtly pressing back against him. “Chloe, you’re really something, aren’t you?” Ryder’s soft chuckle sounded from behind me. My face was flushed crimson, feeling as if my inner thoughts had been laid bare, my entire scalp prickling. We stayed pressed together like that, I don’t know for how long, until the walkie-talkie crackled again, reminding us to continue searching for clues. Only then did I realize the ghost NPC had long disappeared. I fully snapped back to reality, quickly pulling Ryder’s hand away and frantically pushing him to get out of the cabinet. My boyfriend and Mia also emerged from their cabinet, their clothes disheveled, especially Mia whose face was flushed with a dreamy, almost dewy look. What surprised me was that Ryder didn’t seem to care that his girlfriend had been taken advantage of; instead, he kept looking at me and smiling. This made me recall our intimate contact in the cabinet, and I quickly pulled my boyfriend forward, asking him with a hint of sourness, “So, how did someone else’s butt feel?” My boyfriend quickly begged for mercy, “I just couldn’t help myself.” Seeing his comical expression, and remembering that I hadn’t controlled myself either, I couldn’t help but huff. “Men are all pigs, always wanting what they can’t have, especially other men’s girlfriends. It’s like they can’t control themselves!” My boyfriend looked like he was about to cry. “Unfair! You’ve already drained me dry, I’ve got nothing left for other women.” “So if you had the ‘goods,’ you’d just go for it?!” After another hour or so of playing, we returned home for dinner, by which time it was already dark. After washing up, I returned to my room, but heard muffled moans and groans from Mia’s room next door. It turned out she and Ryder had already started. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was leaning over the bed, listening in, holding my underwear and examining it closely. On it… were the intimate traces from my time in the cabinet! My heart seized with panic, and I quickly snatched it away. “What’s so interesting about underwear? It’s dirty!” “Did Ryder touch you in the cabinet today?” My boyfriend said in a teasing tone, chuckling a few times. Seeing that he wasn’t angry, I felt a little relieved and deliberately provoked him. “So what if he did? Aren’t you two close enough to swap girlfriends?” At this, my boyfriend’s breathing grew heavier. He pushed me down onto the bed, his voice growing rougher. “How did he touch you? Like this? Spill it.” Sometimes, to spice things up, we’d exchange suggestive banter during foreplay, which always sent our passion skyrocketing. It was a little couple’s kink, nothing to do with personal decorum. “No way, I’m totally innocent…” I deliberately swayed my hips, continuing to tease him. “You’re clearly turned on, so don’t play innocent. Tell me!” My boyfriend pulled off my sleep shirt, used one arm to pin my wrists above my head, and then his other hand spread my thighs, holding me firmly against the mattress, as if I were a prisoner. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t get angry.” I turned my head to look him straight in the eyes, seeing his features contort rapidly, as if with anger mixed with excitement. “Tell me.” My boyfriend’s repeated demands made my heart pound faster. Strangely, as I watched him grow impatient, I also felt a peculiar thrill building up inside me. “In the cabinet, he pressed against me…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “And then? You didn’t resist?” “Of course I resisted, but he held me tight and wouldn’t let go. He was so strong, I tried to push him away a few times, but couldn’t…” “You actually enjoyed it, didn’t you?! Keep going!” My boyfriend’s questions grew more direct, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. My face burned hot, flushed all the way to my ears, and I gradually became more aroused. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips a few times. “I want you… Let’s do it now. Tonight, you don’t have to use a condom.” “Did he… enter you? Did you like it?” My boyfriend couldn’t hold back anymore. He roughly flipped me over, sticking his fingers into my mouth, swirling them around. “Yes, I liked it, so much. Hurry, please…” I was already dizzy with escalating desire, my messy hair flailing, my words becoming incoherent. Just as I writhed, my hands flailing and grabbing at the sheets, the bedroom door suddenly pushed open. Ryder, completely naked, walked in carrying a flushed and panting Mia. “Let me tell you the most exciting part…” I shrieked instantly, fumbling frantically to pull the covers over my body. “How did you two get in here?!” Ryder, holding Mia, looked at me with a mischievous grin. “You ask Jake…” My eyes widened. I stared at Ryder incredulously, then turned my gaze to my boyfriend, who had remained silent. Jake’s lips curled into an enigmatic smile. “Why enjoy something alone when you can share the fun?” Looking at the man before me, I simply couldn’t believe my ears. He actually agreed to Ryder’s outrageous request! A few mumbled words escaped my lips, and I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cellar. “Are you insane?!” I backed away step by step, feeling that the two people in front of me had become utterly unfamiliar. “Don’t come closer! Don’t touch me!” “Jake, I’m warning you, don’t take another step! You know the consequences!” That was our unspoken rule, a phrase I used to rein him in whenever he angered me. For some reason, my boyfriend, who used to immediately hang his head and apologize upon hearing those words, now showed a flicker of impatience and almost undetectable disgust. “And what then?” The expression on his face froze for a moment, replaced by a complex emotion I couldn’t decipher. Was this still the Jake I knew? My eyes welled up with tears, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Through blurry vision, the figures of these people seemed to blend and flicker, helplessness and fear overwhelming my heart. My gaze fell on Mia, nestled in Ryder’s arms, throwing her a silent plea, my last hope. Mia and I were college classmates and even shared a dorm. After Jake and I got together, I introduced her to Ryder, which is how their romance began. She noticed my gaze, but merely tossed out a lighthearted remark. “Chloe, it’s the 21st century. Don’t be such an old fossil!” With that, she poutingly snuggled into Ryder’s arms, completely unbothered by what they were about to do. Ryder chuckled heartily and joined in, trying to persuade me. “Yeah, what’s the big deal? Just treat it like a game, we’re all best friends here.” His words felt like a stinging slap across my face. My earlier resolve completely crumbled, and tears flowed freely. Looking at the three of them, in their disgusting collusion, I felt a chilling coldness all around me, and an unprecedented bitterness and rage twisted in my heart, choking me until my voice became hoarse. “Your ideas are too… progressive. I’m not cut out for this kind of game. Excuse me!” With that, I quickly pulled the covers tighter and tried to bolt out the door. But a large hand appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path. “Leaving would be so boring!” Jake reached for my hand, but I slapped him hard across the face. “Get lost!” A crisp slap echoed, causing the air to seemingly freeze for a moment. Half of Jake’s face immediately swelled red. His pride had been trampled, and the stinging pain reminded him of how humiliated he was. At that moment, Jake, as a man, finally snapped.

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It was my third year of marriage to Ethan. He was thirty-five. I was not yet twenty-one, still in my senior year of college. I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to be a stay-at-home wife yet, when I overheard him chatting with a group of industry titans: “Audrey has nothing going for her besides her youth. “Compared to her, Veronica is far more sophisticated. “I’m starting to regret getting married. How much does it cost to keep a young mistress? Now, divorce would mean a monumental loss.” Turning around, I handed him the divorce papers. When he saw the words stating I’d walk away with nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then, feigning generosity, said, “I’ll transfer you twenty million as compensation.” I smiled and politely declined, “I’m still young; I can afford to lose.” He didn’t know that my brother, Liam, was a scion of one of the East Coast’s most powerful families. All these years, Ethan’s rise to the top tier of business was entirely due to my brother’s support. Divorcing me, his losses were just beginning. 01 During my senior year internship, to see my handsome husband more often, I resolutely joined Ethan’s company. As a junior employee, I kept such a low profile that Ethan didn’t even know I was there, fearing I’d cause him trouble or distract him. Whenever I overheard fellow interns discussing Ethan, I would listen intently, never interrupting. “Mr. Miller is so charming, thirty-five is the prime age for a man.” “Too bad he’s married; I heard his wife is just some unknown young woman.” “Ugh, why don’t I have that kind of luck…” When I was eighteen, to show his sincerity, Ethan declared on the first day he pursued me that he was aiming for marriage, and immediately gave me an engagement ring. I responded with equal passion. We got married after a year of dating, impulsive and fervent, sweet and blissful. He gave me a dream romance beyond imagination; an alpha CEO’s love, direct as a raging torrent, sweeping me off my feet. If I hadn’t interned at his company, perhaps I would never have discovered his hidden secrets. Veronica, Ethan’s executive assistant, was sensual and stunning, a classically sophisticated woman. She often accompanied Ethan on business trips and client dinners. She managed all company affairs, big or small, often more intimately familiar with operations than Ethan himself. Thus, before news of Ethan’s marriage broke, the entire company believed Veronica was the boss’s wife. While getting lunch in the company cafeteria, I even overheard old employees who had worked with Veronica remarking: “Mr. Miller has such poor taste; he doesn’t appreciate Veronica, a beauty like her right by his side.” “It’s a shame Veronica resigned from her executive position at a publicly traded company just to be Mr. Miller’s assistant.” “Just wait and see; once the passion fades, Mr. Miller will divorce and end up with Veronica.” Rumors swirled, but I paid them no mind. After all, the fiery passion between Ethan and me never waned, night after night. Until one client dinner, Veronica, drunk, openly confessed her feelings to Ethan in front of everyone. It was less a confession, and more an ultimatum to Ethan. Veronica asked him if she was in his heart. Ethan remained silent for a long time. Veronica pressed on, “If I’m not in your heart, why won’t you approve my resignation?” Ethan’s expression was grave as he answered with one word: “You are.” Then, he gazed deeply at Veronica, “You are in my heart. I can’t be without you, so I can’t approve your resignation, okay?” Veronica smiled, downed a glass of expensive wine, and left with her bag. The air hung heavy for two seconds, then Ethan chased after her. That gathering consisted of old associates who had worked with Ethan and Veronica for years; I hadn’t attended. However, Jessie, a curvy girl I was friendly with and who loved gossip, filmed the scene and sent it to me privately. She asked: [Do you think Mr. Miller and Veronica will… hook up tonight?] I replied: [Probably not… right?] [They’re adults, they’ve known each other for years, have deep feelings, drank alcohol, and confessed. How can nothing happen?] I typed with certainty: [Mr. Miller is married, he’ll know his limits. Besides, Veronica isn’t the type to be a homewrecker!] [You’ve got a point. But whether anything happened, we’ll know tomorrow.] I didn’t understand what she meant by “know tomorrow,” but the moment I exited the chat, I got my answer. Ethan sent a message saying he wouldn’t be home tonight due to a client dinner. My heart trembled. I immediately dialed his number. At first, no one answered. After several attempts, Ethan finally picked up: “Baby, my phone was on silent, didn’t hear it. What’s up?” I forced my emotions down, my nails digging into my palm. “Honey, are you really not coming home tonight?” “Hmm, dinner with the team, everyone’s here. Can’t make it back, baby, please understand.” I gritted my teeth and pressed, “Are there any female guests at this dinner?” He paused, then chuckled, “No, when did you start checking up on me? How about a video call, I’ll prove I’m innocent.” As he spoke, I heard rustling. It sounded like a high-end shirt rubbing against a hotel bedsheet. Before, when our love was fervent, such sounds were common. “Ugh…” A muffled groan escaped Ethan’s lips. The turmoil in my heart, it just… dissipated in that instant. Three years with Ethan, we did a lot of intimate things. I knew exactly what that “ugh” meant. It was his emotional release after exerting himself in pleasure. This detail, he probably hadn’t even noticed himself. Good. I didn’t even have to stop him from cheating. He already cheated. I forced a bitter laugh, “No need for a video call… I’m afraid I’ll go blind.” “You have fun. I’m going to bed.” My heart turned to ash. I was about to hang up. Then Ethan spoke again. His voice was hoarse and low. “Baby, we finalized a huge deal tonight. The team will be working extra hard starting tomorrow. I might be working very late, so don’t wait for me for dinner these next few days.” Working extra hard. Or spending extra time with Veronica. To me, it no longer mattered. 02 The call ended. I didn’t sleep a wink all night. Sporting dark circles under my eyes, I arrived at the company. My mind was still a blank slate when Jessie, the curvy girl, came up to me, eager to continue discussing last night’s gossip. “Something definitely happened between Mr. Miller and Veronica last night.” I furrowed my brow slightly. Then she continued, “This morning, Mr. Miller’s clothes were all wrinkled, and… he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday. Doesn’t that mean Mr. Miller didn’t go home at all last night?” I nodded, too tired to praise her keen observation skills. She went on, “Veronica was also late this morning. When she came in, she looked radiant, like someone who usually acts so sharp and efficient just completely transformed.” I asked her, “How transformed?” She thought for a moment before replying, “More radiant, more seductive, more… delicate and pampered. See for yourself.” I looked up. I saw Veronica walk in, wearing a tight, curve-hugging dress. I had seen that dress before. I spotted it when I was shopping with Ethan. But they didn’t have my size, so I paid and placed an order, asking them to ship it to Ethan when it arrived. Now it seemed. The dress had arrived. But the recipient had changed. Veronica was in high spirits. As soon as she entered, she asked everyone what they wanted to drink, offering to treat. Everyone cheered. I sat in the corner, a mix of emotions churning inside me. I tried to numb myself with work. But it didn’t help. I drifted aimlessly until noon. I sat at my desk, eating takeout. Veronica, meanwhile, carried large bags of exquisite meals into Ethan’s office. Once inside, she stayed the entire afternoon. When she finally emerged, it was already evening, almost quitting time. Jessie, next to me, clicked her tongue, sighing, “The world is truly going downhill. Why did Veronica have to fall for a married man? Mike, who sits closer to the CEO’s office, said Veronica practically threw herself into Mr. Miller’s arms as soon as she went in. They almost turned the office into a motel!” After saying that, Jessie even sent me a photo Mike had secretly taken. Veronica was sitting on Ethan’s lap, feeding him. Their expressions, their posture, were incredibly intimate. “I wonder how sad Mr. Miller’s wife would be if she saw this,” Jessie whispered with a sigh. Mr. Davies, the manager sitting opposite us, frowned. “They’re clearly smitten with each other. Why are you two interfering?” Jessie didn’t quite catch Mr. Davies’s meaning and playfully added, “That’s true, she really is the mistress!” Mr. Davies grew displeased, throwing a binder at Jessie. “Since you’re so free, finish this. You’re not leaving until it’s done.” Jessie’s face fell. I quietly sent her a message: [Mr. Davies and Veronica go way back. He’s definitely on her side, so don’t say that kind of thing again.] Jessie replied with a crying emoji. I comforted her: [I’ll help you with that binder. Let’s finish it quickly and go. My treat, gourmet tacos.] She brightened up again. That evening, Jessie and I finally completed our overtime task and were about to head out for tacos when Mr. Davies called us back. “You two worked hard. Let’s go grab a late dinner together.” Mr. Davies gave us no chance to refuse. He turned and led us to a restaurant near the company. After dinner, we were led to a karaoke bar. We were reluctant, but had no choice. Interns had little say. Sitting in a dark corner, we just played a popular mobile game. We were so engrossed in the game, we didn’t even notice that a lot of people from Ethan’s inner circle had entered the private room. Until I heard a familiar voice. Then I saw Ethan, surrounded by a group of industry giants, seated in the main spot. At first, the group talked about projects. Later, they started discussing their personal lives. About children, wives, in-laws… and of course, their mistresses. “I saw Veronica’s social media post saying ‘lovers finally united.’ What’s up, did you finally come to your senses and take Veronica into your bed?” Someone asked. I couldn’t help but perk up my ears. Ethan said coolly, “You don’t understand the situation that day. I had no choice; Veronica was pushing me. If I didn’t want her, she would resign. You know, Veronica has been with the company for so many years; the company can’t function without her. Of course… you could also say I can’t function without her.” “So Veronica is okay being a mistress? Ethan, don’t let this backfire on you later.” “Yeah, remember how much effort you put into marrying that young girl? We all saw it. Never mind how stable your arrangements outside are, but what happens when the wife at home finds out? Wouldn’t she cause a huge scene?” “That’s not fair. If Veronica doesn’t mind, why should the other woman?” “Mr. Miller has pampered that girl for years. How could she accept returning to a normal, ordinary life? Even if she found out about his mistress, she wouldn’t dare make a fuss. As long as she holds the title of Mrs. Miller, she’ll at least be financially secure and live a life of privilege.” Everyone chimed in, one after another. Ultimately, they concluded that as long as Ethan kept Veronica from making a scene, the wife at home wouldn’t be able to turn their world upside down. They even congratulated Ethan, praising his ability to have his cake and eat it too. Jessie listened, her face crinkling in disgust. She couldn’t help but whisper “disgusting” in my ear. Then she added, “Even though Mr. Miller is such a jerk, what they’re saying isn’t entirely wrong. That young girl probably hasn’t even graduated yet, no family background, no real skills. Causing a scene really wouldn’t do her any good, do you think…?” I nodded. “No, she won’t cause a scene. In this society, everyone prefers to be civilized.” Everything could be discussed calmly and respectfully. Divorce, too. At that moment, Ethan put down his glass and spoke: “Yes, Audrey has nothing going for her besides her youth. Compared to her, Veronica is far more sophisticated. “But Veronica’s proud personality, I don’t know how long she can endure this. “I’m starting to regret getting married. How much does it cost to keep a young mistress? Now, divorce would mean a monumental loss.” So, he was calculating the loss. Of course. Ethan and I were legally married. A divorce would mean splitting his marital assets. Then, let it be as Ethan wished. I could walk away with nothing. But he would have to bear the cost of me walking away with nothing. 03 Until everyone dispersed. Veronica drove off with a drunken Ethan. I watched from afar as the two embraced, their mouths pressed together. Perhaps they had restrained themselves for too long. As soon as they got into the car, it began to rock violently. I silently filmed everything that had just happened. Then, I called my brother. “What’s up, sis? Why are you calling me so late?” My brother’s voice immediately touched the softest part of my heart. I couldn’t help but “plop” and tears streamed down my face. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” I choked, unable to speak. My brother immediately asked where I was. I mumbled an address. Half an hour later, he appeared before me. I was huddled on the street steps, trembling. My brother took off his jacket and draped it over me, sitting silently beside me. “Where’s Ethan?” “He cheated.” My brother froze, his jaw clenching. “Where is he? I’ll kill him.” I grabbed my brother’s hand and shook my head, “No need. It’ll just dirty your hands.” My brother stomped his foot hard on the ground in anger! But it wasn’t enough to appease him. He asked me, “Are you divorcing him?” I nodded without hesitation. “Could it be a misunderstanding?” I showed my brother all the videos and photos on my phone. Even though I didn’t say anything, my brother had already made his decision. He immediately took out his phone and made a few calls. One was to his lawyer friend, asking him to draft a divorce agreement for me. The second was to contact suppliers associated with Ethan, instructing them not to sign contracts they had just agreed upon if they hadn’t already, not to renew expiring contracts, and to revoke discounts on existing contracts, charging market prices. After making the calls, my brother took my hand. “Come on, let’s go home.” I shook my head, tears still clinging to my eyelashes. “Before we go home, I want to move.” My brother didn’t hesitate, driving us to the marital home Ethan and I shared. Ethan bought the house. I had nothing to be nostalgic about. But I had lived there for three years, and I never thought I would leave it this way. “If you want this house, I’ll get you the best lawyer to help you claim it.” “No, thanks, Liam. Anything tainted by Ethan, I find pretty dirty now.”

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“Did you… hook up with someone?” My face burned crimson as Liam, my handsome and charismatic desk partner, tossed the crumpled note onto my desk. “Th-that’s absurd!” I stammered. “Then why’s your chest bigger? Another growth spurt?” My name is Ashley, a dance major student aspiring to enter a prestigious arts program. Two days ago, during a large lecture, the professor was showing a documentary on the big screen. The other students were whispering amongst themselves. I wasn’t really paying attention, so I snuck into the back corner and started catching up on my favorite show. Suddenly, I felt a warmth near my ear. Liam leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “Hey, pretty desk partner, I just realized you have the biggest chest in class.” “Of course I do. I’m a D-cup, you know.” I proudly lifted my chin. Liam whistled, then put on a wolfish grin. “I don’t believe it. Unless you let me touch.” Hearing his unfiltered remark, a flush spread across my face. “No way, you pervert!” “I’ve always used you as my… inspiration,” he said, still grinning. My face instantly flared. What was I supposed to say to that? Should I admit I’d fantasized about him too? Seeing my silence, Liam poked my waist. The unexpected tickle made me flinch, and I instinctively shrunk back, worried about other students noticing our antics. “What now?” I mumbled. He leaned his upper body closer, tucking an earbud into my ear. “Want to see something good?” With that, he unlocked his phone and pulled up a video. A series of heart-pounding moans filled my ear. On the screen, a woman was kneeling on a bed, pinned down by a strong man. She rolled her eyes back, her pleas sounding less like pain and more like pure abandon, sparking all sorts of wild thoughts. “I don’t think her butt is as good as yours,” Liam compared seriously, his eyes glued to the screen. Even though I hadn’t been in a real relationship yet, the guys in class constantly talked about girls, and they often made suggestive comments about my figure. My best friend, Sarah, had even blushed and secretly told me about her hotel escapades with her boyfriend, showing me little videos they’d recorded. In this environment, I’d long passed the stage of blushing at adult films. But watching one in class? That was a whole new level of scandalous! I quickly averted my gaze, only to find Liam staring at me, a playful arch in his brow. “Too scared to watch?” Under the bright classroom lights, his features were sharp and defined. Despite the roguish smile on his face, his undeniable good looks shone through. I feigned indifference, shifting my gaze back to the screen. “Pffft, I’ve seen tons of stuff like this.” The couple on the phone changed positions. I tried to force myself not to overthink, while Liam’s breathing seemed to merge with my own quickening heartbeat. Just then, Liam’s hand slowly moved, settling on my leg, gently stroking. “Mmm…” Through the thin fabric, I could clearly feel the warmth of his palm. His hot breath brushed against my ear, and I couldn’t help but gasp softly. I clenched my legs tightly and pressed his hand down. “Don’t mess around! Aren’t we watching the movie?” “You watch yours, I’ll touch mine. We’ll mind our own business,” his voice had grown a little husky, his warm breath fanning my ear. I involuntarily shivered, trying to relax my body. Given my unspoken consent, Liam’s hand moved upwards, tracing a path along my waist. A jolt of electricity ran through me, and that indescribable urge intensified. I tried to ignore his touch, but the seemingly gentle caress felt like a current, waves of tingling spreading from my chest, easily disrupting my breathing. My feet felt weak, half my body numb. The thrill of doing something forbidden in broad daylight, coupled with the scandalous moans from the earbuds, made the woman’s pleasure in the video seem to align with my own. If… if Liam and I were to do that… Thinking of that unspeakable image, my whole body trembled, every bone melting into jelly. I couldn’t help but close my eyes slightly. “G-gently…” Just then, I felt a sudden emptiness in my chest— Liam’s hand had moved too much, unhooking my bra strap. “What do I do?!” I snapped out of my daze, my eyes wide with panic. I clutched my chest, agitated. “Quick! Help me clasp it back!” Liam hadn’t expected this accident either. He obediently moved his hand up my side, under my shirt. Without the thin fabric as a barrier, his hot palm pressed directly against my skin, even hotter than before. When he finally found the two small clasps, I quickly straightened my back, making it easier for him to see. But Liam fumbled for a few moments, struggling to align the hooks. Just as my impatience grew, my shirt was suddenly lifted, and Liam actually bent down and slipped his hand further under my clothing! His somewhat stiff black hair brushed against my back, sending subtle shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, terrified of making a sound in the classroom. His breath, now unhindered, brushed against my skin, making my sensitive body even weaker. By the time Liam finally managed to clasp it, I was practically melting into my seat. Ding-a-ling… The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Without waiting for Liam to call me, I grabbed my books and bolted, not even looking back. I rushed into the dorm bathroom, tearing off my clothes. Sure enough, my skin felt a little flushed. Liam really went all out, didn’t he? How could he be so rough? After showering and washing away the stickiness, my roommates saw me emerge from the bathroom, flushed. They didn’t think much of it, instead chattering about gossip. “Liam has a game tomorrow. Are you going to watch?” Sarah asked casually, sitting across from me. I quickly shook my head, feigning indifference. “A bunch of guys running around? What’s so special about that?” Sarah thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess not.” A few seconds later, she swooned again. “But Liam is so handsome, and he has an eight-pack… I wonder if he’s just as good in bed.” Watching Sarah wiggle her hips, looking like she wanted to strip naked and throw herself at him, I glanced down. It almost felt like Liam’s hand was still on my thigh. “Ah…” Thinking of those agile hands, I let out a low gasp, a shiver running through me. This was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this. My whole body felt out of control, far more stimulating than when I touched myself. I indulged in these fantasies for a while, even through dinner, until I received a message from Liam. “Want to take a walk on the track? Wear that white miniskirt you wore the other day.” I wasn’t stupid; of course, I knew what he meant. Especially with the specific request for the miniskirt. He clearly hadn’t gotten enough touching this afternoon. He wanted to keep messing with me! When I arrived at the track, filled with anticipation, Liam was waiting by the bleachers. He put his phone away, studying me from head to toe. “Good girl,” he said with a smile. My face burned. “I didn’t wear it for you.” Liam took my hand, leading me to a secluded spot behind the bleachers. He leaned in, whispering into my ear, “Still looks good.” The next second, I was firmly pressed against him, his lips on mine. The surroundings were quiet, but the air suddenly thickened with an unspoken intensity. My already flushed body felt hot all over, my cheeks and ears practically on fire. Without realizing it, I lifted my hands and slipped them under Liam’s t-shirt. A hazy thought drifted through my mind: his abs are so hard… Liam pulled away from my mouth, panting softly. “You learn fast, don’t you?” I buried my face in his chest, frantically exploring his body with my hands, hurried gasps escaping my lips. “So… you can touch me… but I can’t touch you?” “Then let me teach you something even better.” With that, Liam lifted my skirt…

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