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I stood in my own living room, watching my wife hold another man’s baby, while my son, Theo, called a complete stranger “Daddy.” Nobody knew that I had only gone out to take out the trash, got dragged onto a spaceship by aliens, and spent what felt like sixteen minutes there. But when I came back, six years had passed on Earth. When Catherine saw me, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Then, she put her hands on her hips and tried to kick me out. “George, do you have any conscience left?” she shrieked. “You vanished for six years without a single word! Now that I’ve finally rebuilt my life and started a new family, you come back to ruin it?” “Theo doesn’t even remember you. This house has nothing to do with you anymore. Get the hell out!” I didn’t say a word. I just raised my hand, showing her the glowing dark stone resting in my palm. It was an Obsidian Wishing Stone, given to me by the aliens to make up for their “time-dilation error.” It had the power to grant wishes. I looked at the lovey-dovey couple in front of me, and then at Theo, who was hiding timidly behind the man. Calmly, I made my wish in my heart: I want everything I lost back, with interest.

Three hours. That was all it took for me to figure out what had happened during the sixteen minutes I was gone. The disgust on Catherine’s face hadn’t even faded yet when I asked the question burning in my chest. “I was only gone for sixteen minutes. How do you already have a new family?” “Sixteen minutes?” Catherine grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the calendar on the wall. “Open your eyes and look! It’s 2032. You weren’t gone for sixteen minutes. You were gone for six freaking years!” My head spun. Only then did I understand what the aliens meant when they said “everything will have changed.” But Catherine didn’t give me a second to process. She pointed at the man next to her. “This is my husband, Donald.” Then she pointed to the baby girl in his arms. “And this is my seven-year-old daughter.” “During the six years you were gone, I married the love of my life and had a beautiful daughter. This is the life I always wanted.” Her cold eyes made my heart ache. This woman had once sworn to love me forever. Yet now, she didn’t have a single word of concern for me. She just wanted me to know she had married her “true love” the moment I disappeared. And the funniest part? The kid was already almost seven. The math didn’t even add up. I took a deep breath to swallow the bitterness in my throat. “Since you have a new family now, then give me back my house.” Catherine blinked, and then she let out a mocking laugh. “Your house? What house do you have?” Her snide look pissed me off. “Theo is my son. And this house was bought by my dad. How is this not my house?” Catherine pulled a death certificate out of the drawer and threw it in my face. “Look closely, George. You were declared dead six years ago.” “For the past six years, Donald has been the one taking care of our son. In Theo’s heart, Donald is his only dad…” “That’s impossible!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Theo was eight when I left! I homeschooled him, tutored him, and took care of him every single day for eight years!” “When he had pneumonia, I stayed up for three days straight in the hospital room holding his hand. I am his father!” “I don’t have a father who abandons his family for another woman!” Suddenly, a small figure rushed over and shoved me hard. I lost my balance and fell to the floor. It was Theo. He glared at me with pure hatred. “You ran away with some side-chick and left us. You should have died out there! How dare you show your face here again?” Looking at the boy who looked seventy percent like me, my hands shook as I reached out to touch his arm. “Theo, I didn’t abandon you. I was taken by aliens. It was a mistake.” Theo slapped my hand away. “Aliens? Do you think I’m three years old?” He turned to Donald. “Donald told me everything.” “You’re just a serial cheater. We still have the photos of you with those other women. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be my dad!” “Photos? What photos?”

I looked at Theo in sheer disbelief. Catherine smirked, pulling out a stack of photos and holding them in front of my face. “These are photos of you grinding on girls at a nightclub. Do you have no shame?” “And this one is even worse. Walking down a hotel hallway half-naked with a stripper. If that’s not cheating, what is?” Slap! I didn’t hesitate. I slapped Catherine right across the face. “These photos are so poorly Photoshopped. How could you use these fake pictures to poison Theo’s mind against me?” Catherine clearly didn’t expect me to hit her. She stared at me, completely stunned. Theo screamed and threw himself at me, kicking and punching. “You bad man! Don’t you dare touch my mom!” I knelt down, grabbed Theo by his shoulders, and said in a deep, serious voice, “Theo, I am telling you the truth.” “I was taken by aliens for sixteen minutes, but six years passed here. I never left you.” I checked my watch and quickly pulled out the Obsidian Wishing Stone. “Look, the aliens gave me this. In two hours, everyone who harmed me will get their karma.” Theo looked at the stone with disgust and kicked it out of my hand. “Donald was right. You’re not just a cheating scumbag, you’re a psycho.” He turned to Donald. “Daddy, you’re the best doctor in the city. Give him some medicine. Better yet, poison him so he leaves us alone!” Hearing Theo’s words made my entire body go numb. This was the child I had poured my heart and soul into raising for eight years. And now, he wanted me dead. I closed my eyes, forcing down the overwhelming pain. “Theo, I loved you for eight years. Do you really believe a man you’ve known for six years over your own father?” “Yes,” Theo said without a second of hesitation. “I believe him. And he is the only father I will ever have.” My throat tightened. Theo didn’t even want to look at me anymore. He grabbed Donald’s hand. “Daddy, I’ve cut ties with this man. He’s not my dad anymore.” Donald smiled triumphantly. “Go upstairs first, buddy. I’ll have a quick word with him and make sure he never bothers our family again.” I watched Theo walk upstairs. Once the boy was out of sight, Donald stepped right up to me. Before I could even react, he slammed a syringe into my shoulder. A sharp, stinging pain instantly spread through my veins. Donald’s smirk widened. “Does it hurt, George?” “That’s just a little taste of what happens when you try to take my woman and my son.” He grabbed me by my hair and slammed my face onto the dining table. “You lost a long time ago, George. Even before you went missing, Catherine was already pregnant with my baby.” “As for your precious Theo? The only reason he’s still alive is because his grandfather left him a huge trust fund.” Donald sneered. “Since I couldn’t kill the brat without losing the money, I had to play the good dad.” “I bought him every toy he wanted, just to make him forget how good you were to him.” “I even told him bedtime stories every night. But in those stories, you were the villain who abandoned him.” “Right now, you’re worse than trash to him.” Rage boiled in my blood. I forced myself up, spun around, and landed a hard punch right on Donald’s jaw. “You son of a bitch! I’ll make sure you rot in hell!”

Donald stumbled back a few steps. Instantly, Catherine rushed over. She kicked me hard in the shin. “George, you bastard!” “I actually felt bad for you because of our eight years together. I was going to ask Donald to let you stay here as a live-in housekeeper and my secret side-piece! How dare you lay a hand on him?” She pinned me against the floor. “Apologize to Donald right now! If you behave, you can still live here, be close to me, and see Theo!” Her words made me want to throw up. I spat on the floor. “In your dreams! I’m not serving either of you. I’m throwing you both out of my house!” “Your house?” Catherine’s eyes turned malicious. She grabbed my collar and shoved me against the wall. “Those photos might be fake, but I didn’t just show them to Theo. I showed them to your dad, too.” A cold smile crept onto her lips. “Do you want to know how your dad reacted?” Without waiting for me to answer, she continued, “Your dad said he didn’t have a son so shameless. He said Donald and I were saints for taking care of Theo. So, he left all his money and this house to us in his will.” “You’re lying! My dad would never believe your garbage!” I roared. “Of course he wouldn’t believe it easily. But I had a great accomplice.” Catherine looked at Donald lovingly. “After you went missing, your dad got paralyzed from a stroke. Donald got hired as his personal doctor.” “He spent two long years playing the perfect, caring doctor to win the old man’s trust.” She laughed. “And I did my part, too. At night, Donald and I were hooking up in your bed. During the day, I was the grieving, perfect daughter-in-law.” “We worked like a charm. Thanks to our hard work, your dad finally believed you were a cheating scumbag who ran away. He cried as he signed the company and this house over to me.” I glared at her with pure hatred. “Catherine, karma is going to get you.” Catherine was one of the first students my father had sponsored through his charity foundation. Before my dad paid her tuition, Catherine had to work as a dishwasher at our family restaurant, eating leftovers from customers. Once, she fainted from malnutrition. My dad saw her, felt sorry for her, and started paying for her college. After graduation, she literally begged my dad for a job, saying she wanted to work for free to pay back his kindness. My dad thought she was a grateful, sweet girl. He mentored her and introduced her to me. How could she be such a monster? Donald grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “George, only fools believe in karma.” “Catherine and I were tired of being poor. We started planning this ten years ago just to get rich.” “Ten years?!” I gasped. “So her working at the restaurant, begging for the job, marrying me… it was all a setup?” “Duh!” Donald raised his chin proudly. “Your dad was our golden goose. Working for free was just the hook. Marrying you was our ticket to the wealthy life.” He shoved me back. “Watching Catherine walk down the aisle to you in that white dress… I hated you so much.” “But to make it up to me, Catherine gave me your wedding ring. She even let me prescribe her some ‘special meds’ when she was pregnant with Theo.” “So that’s why she was constantly bleeding and almost died during labor?” My eyes widened in horror. Donald laughed coldly. “Too bad she was tough. She survived.” Catherine looked a little guilty for a split second. “I did care about you and your dad at first, George. But you guys were always so guarded. You wouldn’t hand over the company to me early. I had no choice!” I looked at my watch. Another hour had passed. I stared at them. Keep talking. Keep bragging about your secrets. I want to see how painful it is when your karma hits you a hundred times harder. “Now you know everything, George. But what can you do about it?” “We have the legally binding will. And Theo only loves me,” Donald taunted. “You were only special because of your daddy’s money. In the end, you still lost to me…” Before he could finish his sentence, his face suddenly went pale. He grabbed my wrist, checking my pulse. A second later, his brow furrowed. “Your… your body…”

Donald examined me closely, and a dark, vicious look crossed his eyes. “Catherine, his physical condition is exactly the same as it was six years ago. If six years really passed, his body shouldn’t be like this.” Catherine’s face fell. She glared at me. “What kind of game are you playing, George?” She balled her fists and punched me hard in the chest. “And here I was feeling guilty, trying to offer you a place to stay! You made up this ridiculous lie to trick us!” I gritted my teeth through the pain. “It’s the truth. I was only gone for sixteen minutes.” “Sixteen minutes!” Catherine laughed hysterically. “Do you think the whole world is stupid?” She raised her hand to hit me again, but Donald stopped her. “Wait, Catherine. Didn’t George say he was abducted by aliens?” “Let’s prove he’s a liar and have him committed to a psych ward forever.” Catherine grabbed my arm and dragged me up. “Fine. You want to play the alien card? Let’s get you tested.” They threw me into the back of their car and drove straight to the hospital where Donald worked. They dumped me onto a bed in a private room. A second later, a nurse stuck a needle into my arm, pumping a cold fluid into my veins. Donald whispered in Catherine’s ear, “I already spoke to the lab director. He’s going to write up a fake report saying George is severely schizophrenic. The asylum transport is already on the way.” I clenched my fists. Catherine grabbed me by the collar and dragged me off the bed, holding her phone camera right in my face. “Alright, cheater. Tell the camera. Where did you run off to with your little mistress six years ago? Why are you back now pretending to be a victim?” Her eyes were filled with venom. “Do you know how worried I was when you first disappeared?” “I was so stressed that I ignored Donald for days…” Donald’s voice coldly cut her off. “And because of that stress, she had a miscarriage. We lost our second baby.” Catherine went quiet for a second, her gaze turning even colder. “You owe me for the last six years, George. Today, you pay.” I stared at her. “Catherine, I am telling the truth. You can’t do this to me.” “Are you scared now?” Catherine mocked. “Can’t keep up with your own lie?” “Instead of waiting for the psych evaluation, I think I’ll just make sure you shut up permanently.” She grabbed a sedative syringe from Donald and stabbed it into my arm. I stumbled back, hitting the wall. The drug worked fast. My vision started to blur. Donald chuckled. “Don’t worry, George. It’s my own special mix. It hurts like hell, but it gets the job done.” As I slid down the wall, the Obsidian Wishing Stone fell out of my pocket. I stared at it and whispered, “Make them feel a hundred times the pain they caused me.” Right then, a nurse ran into the room, panting. “Dr. Carter! The lab results are back. His physical indicators are completely normal. The psychological evaluation is perfectly fine, too!” “What… what did you say?” Catherine’s hands shook as she grabbed the report from the nurse. “Does this mean… George was telling the truth?” Donald’s eyes widened in horror. “The aliens… the wishing stone… it’s all real? We…” Before he could finish, Catherine’s phone rang loudly. She picked it up, and her assistant’s panicked scream echoed through the room. “Ms. Catherine! Oh my god, the company is crashing!”

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For the eighteenth time, Mom delivered a gift that was supposed to be mine straight to Hayden’s room. She shot me a guilty look, but immediately turned it around to blame me. “Why didn’t you remind me? Well, since things turned out this way, let’s just let Hayden have it.” I froze in place. Watching Hayden look so incredibly happy with my gift, I just nodded. I didn’t care anymore. Ever since Hayden was born, Mom always “accidentally” gave my things to him. She promised to take me to the theme park, but ended up giving my ticket to Hayden. I had a high fever in the middle of the night, but Mom rushed Hayden to the ER instead, frantically asking the doctors if he was going to catch whatever I had. Even on my birthday, my cake was delivered straight to his room. “Since things turned out this way, let Hayden go play.” “Since things turned out this way, we can’t let Hayden get sick.” “Since things turned out this way, it’s fine to let Hayden blow out the candles first.” Just like right now. Mom smiled as she carried my birthday cake over to Hayden. My lips twitched into a bitter smile. Mom had completely forgotten. I had terminal stomach cancer. The doctor said this would likely be my last birthday. So be it.

The sound of keys jingling came from the front door. Dad was home from work. I forced myself to ignore the sharp, stabbing pain in my stomach. Clutching the wall, I slowly dragged myself out of my room. Years ago, if I coughed even once, Dad would drive me to the urgent care clinic in the middle of the night. Now, I was standing in the living room, covered in cold sweat, but Dad didn’t even spare me a glance. He walked straight past me to Hayden, shoving a limited-edition Transformer into his arms. “Happy birthday, Hayden! Do you like the present Dad got you?” Hayden squealed with joy, jumping up to plant a big kiss on Dad’s cheek. Dad’s eyes crinkled with laughter. It was only when he turned around that he finally saw me, pale and swaying against the wall. His smile vanished instantly. His brows furrowed into a tight, angry knot. “What is up with that look on your face?” “Today is Hayden’s birthday. Do you have to ruin the mood with that miserable face?” “You’re getting more and more depressed every day. It’s exhausting just looking at you.” I bit my lower lip so hard it bled. My fingers tightened around the medical diagnosis sheet inside my pocket. “Today is my birthday, too,” my voice trembled. Dad froze for a second. A flash of guilt crossed his eyes. But that tiny sliver of regret was instantly swallowed by annoyance. “How old are you now? Why are you still throwing tantrums over Hayden’s birthday? Can’t we just buy you another cake in a couple of days?” Mom was slicing the cake nearby. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t buy her anything. She just can’t stand seeing Hayden happy.” “She loves throwing drama all day long. She’s just desperate for attention.” I slowly pulled the sweat-soaked diagnosis sheet out of my pocket. “The doctor said… this might be my last birthday.” “Stomach cancer…” Both Mom and Dad frowned. For a brief second, their eyes softened. But suddenly, Hayden pointed at me and started crying hysterically. “Mom! Audrey is being scary! I don’t want her to die! Make her stop!” Seeing Hayden cry, Mom rushed over, snatched the diagnosis sheet from my hand, and threw it right into the trash can. “Audrey, are you out of your mind?” “So what if you have stomach cancer? Do you have to scare Hayden to death just to feel satisfied?!” I stood there, completely numb. I shook my head frantically. “No, I didn’t…” SLAP! A heavy blow struck my face. The force knocked me straight to the floor. My ears rang loudly, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Dad stood over me, looking down with pure disgust. “You are absolutely toxic!” “How did we raise such a selfish loser who only knows how to bully her little brother!” Lying on the cold floor, I stared at the trash can. The diagnosis sheet was sitting right there, stamped in red by the hospital. But nobody wanted to look at it. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. All my urge to explain, all my hurt—it all died right there. I used the wall to push myself up and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my sleeve. I turned around and walked toward my room. Dad grabbed a glass from the table and shattered it right at my feet. “Always acting like a corpse!” “If you ever use death to threaten us again, get the hell out of this house and die outside!” “We don’t need your bad luck in this family!”

The next morning, I woke up from a stabbing pain in my stomach. I hadn’t eaten dinner last night, and nobody had come to check on me. Even though it was my birthday, I could only curl up in my room, listening to Hayden celebrate his birthday right outside my door. I struggled to open my eyes. Surprisingly, there was a glass of milk and two slices of toast on my nightstand. Mom was sitting on the edge of my bed. She had a rare, gentle smile on her face. “You’re awake? Come on, eat something.” I stared at her. My nose stung with tears. She did something she hadn’t done in years—she reached out and gently stroked my hair. “Your dad was just stressed yesterday. Don’t take it to heart.” “This weekend, I’ll take you to that theme park you’ve been begging to go to, okay?” My dry, cracked lips trembled. The dying embers of hope in my chest sparked back to life. The theme park. I had been waiting for this for three years. When I was little, Dad used to put me on his shoulders, laughing as we rode the carousel. Maybe… maybe they still loved me. As long as I behaved, as long as I didn’t make Hayden mad, they would still care about me. I swallowed the stomach pain and nodded quickly. “Okay. I’ll go.” “Thank you, Mom.” I held on until the weekend. I pulled my favorite white dress out of the closet. It was a bit too short for me now, but I couldn’t bear to throw it away. Since I got sick, I hadn’t gotten any new clothes. I stood in front of the mirror, splashing cold water on my face to make myself look a bit more alive. I didn’t want to ruin their mood. I leaned against the wall, taking slow steps out of my room. In the living room, Mom was on the phone. She was packing Hayden’s bright yellow backpack, her voice dripping with affection. “Yeah, taking Hayden to the theme park today. Already got the VIP passes.” “Oh, don’t worry about Audrey. She looks like a walking corpse anyway. Bringing her would just ruin the fun.” “Exactly. Hayden’s happiness is what matters. Who wants to drag a sick drag-along around?” I froze. It felt like my entire world had collapsed. Mom’s milk that morning, her promise, her gentle smile, and her comforting words… How did it all change so fast? I dragged my weak body into the center of the living room. “Mom…” My voice was incredibly hoarse. “You said… you were taking me.” Mom hung up the phone. The smile on her face vanished instantly. She knitted her brows in disgust. “Are you having another episode? Didn’t I tell you to stay in your room?” “But you promised me…” “Promised you what? Look at yourself in the mirror!” She looked me up and down with pure disdain. “Dressed like that… are you trying to embarrass us in public?” Hayden ran over and shoved me hard. “Get out of the way! Mom gave the tickets to me! They’re only taking me to the theme park, not you!” I was already running on empty. His shove threw me completely off balance. I reached out, trying to grab Mom’s sleeve to steady myself. But Mom flinched away as if I were a leper, shaking me off violently. “Don’t touch Hayden! Are you trying to fake a fall to blame him now?” My body slammed hard against the solid wooden coffee table. A sharp, agonizing pain shot through my lower back. The pain was so intense that I curled up on the floor, cold sweat instantly soaking through my dress. I gasped for air, unable to even scream. Mom watched me writhe on the floor with cold eyes. “Cut it out. Stop acting. I’m sick of your little guilt trips.” She took Hayden’s hand and walked toward the front door. Before stepping out, she stopped and threw one last icy look at me. “Look at you, acting like this. Why would we bring an embarrassment like you to the theme park?” “Don’t bother calling me today. Nobody is going to ruin Hayden’s weekend!” The front door slammed shut.

Once the door closed, the house fell deathly quiet. The stabbing pain in my back and the violent cramps in my stomach twisted together. Every breath I took tasted like blood. After lying there for hours, my condition took a sudden, violent turn for the worse. A warm, thick rush of liquid erupted from my throat. Bright red blood instantly stained my favorite white dress, pooling onto the hardwood floor. I convulsed violently, my body locking up in pain. I reached my hand out, desperately trying to grab onto anything. Staring at the growing pool of dark blood on the floor, my survival instinct kicked in. I didn’t want to die. I really didn’t. I grit my teeth and started crawling toward the landline phone in the corner of the living room. It was only a few feet, but it took me ten agonizing minutes. I dragged myself forward, leaving a horrifying trail of blood behind me. Memories of when I was seven flashed through my mind. That year, I was hit by a car and broke my leg. Mom and Dad had rushed to the hospital so fast they didn’t even put their shoes on properly. Mom had held me, crying her eyes out, while Dad begged the doctors with teary eyes to save me. I thought, even if they hated me now, even if they preferred Hayden… If they knew I was actually dying, if they knew I was bleeding this much… They would run back to save me without a second thought, just like they used to. With trembling fingers, I dialed Dad’s number. It rang for a long, long time before he finally picked up. Through the receiver, I could hear the roar of a roller coaster and Hayden’s cheerful laughter. “What do you want now?!” Dad’s voice was filled with extreme impatience. I gasped for air, crying into the phone with the last of my strength. “Dad… it hurts so bad…” “I’m bleeding so much… my stomach… please, come back and save me…” There was a brief second of silence on the other end. Then, Mom’s mocking voice drifted over. “I knew she’d pull something! Listen to her, she’s faking her death again!” “She just can’t stand us having a good time!” Dad hesitated. “What if… what if it’s real?” Mom sneered. “Real? She’s just trying to ruin our day because we took Hayden out and left her behind.” Dad let out a sigh of relief. Then, he let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Audrey, you’ll really use any cheap trick just to compete with Hayden, won’t you?” “You think we’ll run back just because you claim you’re bleeding? Do you think I’m a gullible idiot?” I clutched the phone cord in despair, my tears mixing with the blood on the floor. “I’m not lying… it really hurts… please…” In the background, Hayden screamed, “Dad! I want that giant strawberry ice cream!” Dad’s voice instantly softened into a gentle tone. “Okay, buddy. Dad will buy it for you right now.” But when he spoke back into the receiver, his voice was pure ice. “Do you hear that? Hayden is happy right now.” “If you want to die, go do it somewhere else. Stop calling to ruin our day!” I opened my mouth, but another surge of blood rushed up my throat. I coughed up a huge splash of blood right onto the phone receiver. I couldn’t make a sound. Dad roared angrily on the other end. “I’m warning you! If you dare call again, I’ll come back and break your legs!” Click. The line went dead.

Listening to the dial tone, the pain suddenly faded. The agonizing cramps that felt like they were tearing my stomach apart seemed to disappear with that beep. I thought, maybe this is for the best. I really was a bad kid. Even getting sick was just me “demanding attention.” I shouldn’t have done that. I slowly put down the bloody receiver and wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve. I looked at the long, horrifying streak of blood on the floor. It was so dirty. Mom loved a clean house. If she came back and saw the floor ruined, she would scream at me. Leaning against the wall, I used the very last of my strength to crawl to the bathroom and grab a rag. On my hands and knees, inch by inch, I wiped up every single drop of my blood until the floor was spotless. The water in the bucket turned a deep, dark red. I poured it into the toilet and flushed it five times until the water ran clear. Hayden’s Transformers and building blocks were scattered all over the sofa. I picked them up, piece by piece, and neatly arranged them back into his toy chest. After doing all this, I went back to my room. I pulled a dusty metal box from under my bed and took out a stack of crumpled bills. It was exactly three hundred dollars. It was the money I saved by secretly stopping my expensive cancer meds, sneaking out to hand out flyers behind their backs. I found a clean sheet of paper and grabbed a pen. “Mom, Dad, please don’t be angry anymore.” “I secretly stopped taking my medication. Since things are already like this, and it’s terminal anyway, let’s not waste any more money.” “Please use this three hundred dollars to buy Hayden’s school supplies or get him some new toys.” “As long as you guys had fun at the theme park today, I am happy.” “I won’t call to annoy you or ruin your mood ever again.” “I hope you are always happy.” I wrapped the money inside the letter and walked slowly to my parents’ bedroom. I carefully tucked it right under their soft pillows. After that, I returned to my dark, tiny bedroom. I took off the stained white dress and put on my faded school hoodie. It was the only piece of clothing they had bought me in the last few years. I climbed onto my hard little bed and curled up in the corner against the wall. I pulled my knees to my chest, tucking myself into a fetal position. Slowly, my breathing grew shallower and shallower, until my chest stopped moving entirely. My soul felt light as it floated up, drifting to the ceiling. I looked down at the tiny, stiff body on the bed that would never cry in pain again. It was nice. I would never get screamed at again. At eight in the evening, the sound of keys jingling came from the front door. My parents, holding a giant colorful balloon for Hayden, walked into the house full of laughter. The living room was spotless. There was no trace of blood, as if nothing had ever happened. Mom kicked off her shoes and walked habitually to my closed bedroom door. She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Locking yourself in your room to play dead all day! You don’t even know enough to come out and get Hayden a glass of water!” “Do I seriously have to invite you out? Get your butt out here!” Hearing no response, her anger flared. She grabbed the doorknob and shoved the door open violently. The bright light from the hallway spilled into my dark room. The room was silent. So silent that it made her heart skip a beat. Her eyes fell upon my body on the bed. The phone in Mom’s hand slipped through her fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

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Twenty years ago, my oldest brother, Ethan, made me the fall guy just to keep his precious little sister, Dorothy, out of trouble. My second brother, Ryan, had even looked me in the eye and promised: “Victoria, if you just take the fall for Dorothy this once and do her time, we will do whatever it takes to clear your name when you get out. We’ll make sure you get your normal life back.” And Lucas, the third brother, just said it straight to my face: “You’re the older sister. It’s your job to protect her. Mom and Dad told us to look after Dorothy before they passed.” “Just take one for the team.” Ignoring my crying, my begging, and my desperate struggles, the three of them joined forces to throw me to the wolves. I was sent straight to prison. Three years later, I was finally released, only to find that everything that once belonged to me had been handed to Dorothy on a silver platter. My design portfolios were stolen and published under her name. The prestigious awards that should have been mine were shining in her display case. Even my fiancé, Mario, had married her. When I stormed over to demand answers, Mario literally shoved me out the door. “Victoria, have you no shame?” he sneered. “Dorothy is kind, generous, and actually talented.” “You honestly think I’d choose a convicted felon with a ruined reputation over her?” Even my own brothers completely abandoned me. They threw a prepaid card with a measly five thousand dollars at my face and bought me a one-way ticket out of the country. Now, twenty years later, I am back in the country with a multi-million-dollar tech patent in my hands. Standing in front of me are two very familiar faces, begging for my help. I let out a cold laugh. “I’ll partner with anyone in this city. Anyone but you.”

“Ms. Samuels, the people waiting outside are Mario and his wife, Dorothy Johnson, from Future Tech.” “The Johnson family has built quite a reputation in New York over the last few years. And Dorothy’s three brothers are…” “That’s enough,” I said, raising my hand to cut my assistant off. I turned my eyes toward the two familiar faces standing outside the glass door. My office was fitted with one-way mirrors. I could see their every movement clearly, but to them, it was just a blank wall. Twenty years. Dorothy hadn’t changed a bit. It looked like my brothers had kept her perfectly sheltered in her little bubble. That innocent face of hers had only grown more refined with age. Mario was standing next to her, looking sharp and professional in a designer suit. “I’ve made myself clear. We are not doing business with them. Tell them to find someone else.” “If they can’t, then that’s their problem.” I scoffed. Though my assistant looked confused, she nodded and went out to deliver the message. “But why?” I heard Dorothy’s bewildered voice through the door. The next second, the two of them bypassed security and burst right into my office. “Ms. Samuels, is there something wrong with our proposal? Why won’t you even consider a partnership with us?” “Or is it because…” Dorothy froze mid-sentence. Her eyes locked onto my face. Her throat seemed to tighten, and she couldn’t squeeze out another word. After what felt like an eternity, she gasped, “Vic… Victoria?” “Victoria? It’s you!” Mario gasped, his eyes widening in pure shock. He took a few steps forward, staring at me. “You… you’re the legendary Ms. Samuels?” “I can’t believe it. Twenty years, and you’ve managed to climb this high.” There was a mix of awe, nostalgia, and utter disbelief in his voice. I leaned back in my chair and looked up at him with a smirk. “What did you expect, Mario? Did you think I’d be living like a stray dog, dying in some back alley overseas?” “That’s not what I meant,” Mario frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “Why do you have to be so hostile? After all, we used to be…” “Victoria!” Dorothy suddenly rushed forward, grabbing my hands with forced warmth. “Victoria, where have you been all these years?” “The boys and I missed you so much! Are you still mad at me?” “I know I caused you so much trouble back then, but it’s been twenty years. It’s time to let it go. We’re family, Victoria. We haven’t had a proper reunion in forever.” “Come home with me, please.” It’s been twenty years? Let it go? Of course it was easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one who spent three years in a cold cell. She was still playing the same old naive, innocent girl. Or rather, she had been so spoiled by everyone that she never had to grow up. “I’m not your sister, Dorothy,” I said, my voice ice-cold as I snatched my hands back. “Stop acting like we’re close.” Dorothy stood frozen, her eyes welling up with tears. “Victoria… are you really still holding a grudge over what happened back then?” Even after all this time, she still acted like a fragile teenager. “Victoria, what is your problem?” Mario barked, stepping in front of Dorothy. “Dorothy is trying to be nice to you. She’s inviting you home, and instead of being grateful, you treat her like trash!” “If you hadn’t made that mistake back then, none of this would have—” “Mario!” Dorothy cut him off, clutching his arm. “Don’t blame Victoria. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” She turned back to me, squeezing out a pathetic smile. “Victoria, you probably know why we’re here.” “Our company is facing a massive technical bottleneck right now, and you happen to hold the exact patent we need. Could you please just…” “No,” I replied instantly. I turned to my assistant. “Show them out.” They tried to argue, but my security team was already moving in, pushing them out the door. I could hear Dorothy’s soft whimpering and Mario’s angry shouting fading down the hallway. I didn’t care. I simply turned back to my laptop and got back to work.

I didn’t expect another uninvited guest to show up the very next day. Lucas barged past my secretary and slammed my office door open. “Well, look at you, Victoria! It really is you. When Dorothy told me, I didn’t want to believe it. But here you are, back in the city.” “Bullying your own little sister the moment you get back? Some older sister you are.” Lucas had aged quite a bit over the last twenty years. There was gray hair at his temples, and he looked like a seasoned businessman. But one thing hadn’t changed: his blind devotion to Dorothy. Just like twenty years ago, he immediately took her side and started pointing fingers at me. I slowly capped my pen and stood up. “Sir, watch your mouth. There is no Victoria here. You are standing in the office of Victoria Samuels, the founder of CN Tech.” “Furthermore, I license my technology to whoever I want. It’s purely business.” “There is nothing personal about it.” “Now, if you are suffering from early-onset dementia, I suggest you visit a hospital.” “Why, you—!” Lucas slammed his fist on my mahogany desk, his face turning red with anger. “You’ve got some nerve, Victoria! Just because you got lucky and started a little company, you think you can look down on us now?” Brother? I wanted to laugh. Where was this ‘brotherly love’ twenty years ago when they conspired to send me to prison? Where were they when I finally finished my three-year sentence, only to be handed a five-thousand-dollar card and kicked out of the country to starve? They told me back then that the Johnson family couldn’t have a ‘criminal’ ruining their reputation. Why didn’t anyone talk about family values back then? And now he wanted to talk about feelings? What a joke. I looked him up and down with pure disgust. “Sir, I’ll say it one last time. My name is Victoria Samuels. I don’t go by Victoria anymore.” “And I don’t have any siblings. Get out of my office.” Lucas refused to budge, but my security guards quickly arrived and dragged him out by his arms. After that incident, I tightened the security at the front desk. They weren’t allowed anywhere near my floor. I finally enjoyed a few days of peace. That was until I received a VIP invitation to a high-society charity gala hosted by the Morgan family. After some consideration, I decided to go. But the moment I walked into the venue, I ran straight into Dorothy and Mario. “Victoria!” Dorothy squealed, running toward me with a fake, bright smile. “I knew it was you! I didn’t expect to see you at Mrs. Brown’s gala tonight.” “Oh, but Victoria, you do know this event requires an exclusive VIP invite, right? Not just anyone can walk in.” “Do you actually have an invitation?” She stared at me with her wide, innocent eyes, practically oozing superiority. I frowned, thinking of Mrs. Brown who was waiting for me inside. I had zero interest in playing along with her little drama. I brushed past her hand and turned to walk away. But she wasn’t having it. She chased after me and grabbed my arm, her face instantly shifting into a victim expression. “Victoria, why are you ignoring me?” “Is it my fault again? Did I do something to make you hate me?” Her voice was just loud enough to draw the attention of the surrounding guests. In seconds, people began whispering. “Wait, isn’t that Victoria? The oldest Johnson daughter?” “Oh my god, it is! Didn’t she go to prison years ago and get disowned by her family? Why is she back?” “Twenty years and she’s still as toxic as ever. She’s throwing a tantrum the moment she sees Dorothy.” “Seriously. Everyone knows Victoria has a criminal record. She’s nothing compared to Dorothy, who is so talented and sweet.” “Victoria, Dorothy is just trying to be nice. Don’t be so dramatic!” Mario stepped forward, shielding Dorothy as if I were some kind of monster. But I hadn’t even said a single word. My phone buzzed in my hand. It was a text from Mrs. Brown, letting me know her husband was ready to discuss our project partnership in the private lounge. “I have a business meeting. Move,” I said coldly. I tried to step around them, but someone grabbed my arm from behind and yanked me back. The force caught me off guard. My heels slipped, and I fell hard onto the marble floor. My phone flew out of my hand and smacked against the ground, the screen instantly going black.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my voice rising in anger. I quickly scrambled to pick up my phone, but no matter how many times I pressed the power button, the screen remained dead. The guy who did it was standing over me, looking down like some righteous judge. “Apologize to her!” “What?” I stared at him, thinking I had misheard. “I said, apologize to Dorothy!” Mario demanded again. I let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. I gathered my things from the floor and pushed myself up, standing tall. “Mario, are you completely insane?” I hissed. “If you have a mental issue, go see a doctor.” “Or are you just losing your mind with age?” “You—!” “It’s okay, Mario. Don’t blame Victoria,” Dorothy sobbed, putting on her classic fragile act. “It’s my fault. If I had known Victoria still hated me this much, I wouldn’t have approached her.” “I’m sorry, Victoria.” “Are you still mad at me for marrying Mario?” “But you were in prison back then, and the Johnson family desperately needed the alliance, so I had to…” “And Mario and I already have—” “Are you the bitch who’s bullying my mom?” a loud, arrogant voice interrupted. Before I could even turn around, a sharp pain shot through my forehead. A heavy decorative stone had been thrown straight at my head. Warm blood immediately started trickling down my face. I gasped in pain, clutching my forehead. I looked up and saw an eighteen-year-old boy standing in front of me. He was tall, well-built, and had a nasty sneer on his face. He stormed over and shoved me hard, stepping right in front of Dorothy. “You trashy woman, are you trying to get with my dad? Is that why you’re harassing my mom?” Jefferson yelled, clenching his fists. The surrounding guests gasped and took a few steps back to stay out of the crossfire. “Jefferson, stop it! Don’t be rude,” Dorothy said, though there was barely any weight to her voice. Jefferson rolled his eyes. “Mom, I’m trying to protect you! You’re way too soft. You never stand up for yourself.” “Women like her are so manipulative. Dad is rich and handsome, who knows what kind of dirty tricks she’s trying to play.” “And don’t tell me to be polite. If my uncles find out this ex-con tried to hit on Dad, she’d be in a much worse state than this.” The three of them chatted away like I wasn’t even there, completely ignoring the fact that I was bleeding on the floor. To make matters worse, with my phone broken, I couldn’t even call the police. I had to ask for help. But the guests around us only looked at me with disgust and avoided my gaze. I couldn’t even contact Mrs. Brown. I dragged myself up and grabbed a nearby security guard’s arm. “Please, tell Mrs. Brown that Victoria Samuels is outside and needs—” Before I could finish, the guard let out a mocking laugh. “Who? You? You’re trying to tell me you have a business meeting with Mrs. Brown?” “Who are you trying to fool? Get out of here. Leave before I throw you out myself.” The guard pointed toward the exit threateningly. Mario and Dorothy, who knew exactly who I was, chose to remain completely silent. I turned to walk toward the lobby desk to use their landline, but Mario blocked my path again. “Victoria, if you just agree to license that patent to us, I’ll personally drive you to the hospital.” “And about your relationship with your brothers… Dorothy and I can help smooth things over. We can help you get back into the family.” Before I could even respond, Jefferson lunged forward again, shoving me back. “You cheap bitch, trying to flirt with my dad right in front of my mom? Are you begging for a beating?” The veins on my temples were throbbing. I looked at Mario and Dorothy, who were still playing dumb. “Are you two deaf and mute? Can’t you control your own son?” “If you won’t teach him some manners, I will.” I found my footing, stepped forward, and slapped Jefferson across the face. The loud, sharp *SMACK* echoed through the lobby. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Suddenly, Dorothy wasn’t deaf or mute anymore. She shrieked and lunged forward, throwing her arms around Jefferson to protect him as if I were a wild animal.

The crowd began pointing and muttering insults at me. Just then, the loud screech of tires sounded from the driveway. A sleek black Maybach pulled up to the entrance, and my three brothers stepped out. Seeing them arrive, Jefferson immediately clutched his cheek and ran over to Ethan, crying. “Uncle Ethan! You have to help me! She tried to seduce Dad right in front of us, and when I stopped her, she slapped me!” “She made Mom cry too!” Hearing this, the three brothers’ faces darkened instantly. The moment Ethan’s eyes landed on me, he froze. “Victoria?” But within a second, his expression turned freezing cold and accusing. “It’s been twenty years, and the moment you step foot back in this country, you start targeting Dorothy again?” “Oh, so you’re the trashy, ex-con aunt everyone talks about,” Jefferson sneered, looking at me with pure disgust. “You really are a piece of work.” Dorothy put on her most pitiful face and clutched Ethan’s sleeve. “Ethan, please don’t yell at Victoria. It’s my fault. It has nothing to do with her.” “You haven’t shown your face in twenty years, and the moment you do, you bring drama to Dorothy,” Ryan snapped at me. “And look at you, covered in blood. Who are you trying to guilt-trip? Are you trying to embarrass the Johnson family in front of everyone?” Before Ethan could even speak, Ryan had already finished judging me. Dorothy, playing the saint, stepped forward and tried to grab my hand. “Victoria, I know you must have suffered a lot while you were away, and it’s natural for you to hate me.” “But Jefferson is Mario’s and my son. He’s your nephew. How could you lay a hand on him?” “He’s just a kid.” “If you’re angry, take it out on me. Just hit me instead.” She grabbed my hand, trying to force me to slap her face. But Mario quickly stepped in and pulled her back. “Victoria, enough is enough!” Mario yelled. “You claim you don’t care about the past, yet you stalked us all the way to this gala!” “You’re making life miserable for Dorothy and me just because I married her instead of you!” “Let me make this clear: I love Dorothy. No matter what kind of sick games you play, I will never love you. Get over it!” Mario held Dorothy tightly, delivering his grand, dramatic declaration of love. I stood there, completely numb, watching this circus. “Who said I stalked you here?” I asked, massaging my temples. “Do you people have no shame?” “I’m here to meet with Mrs. Brown for a business partnership.” As soon as the words left my mouth, Lucas let out a loud, mocking laugh. “You? Partnering with Mrs. Brown?” Lucas sneered. “Has living abroad made you completely insane? Do you even know who she is?” “Mrs. Brown is not someone a person like you can just casually chat with.” Dorothy sighed, looking at me with pity. “Victoria, please stop lying.” “Mr. Brown is one of the wealthiest men in Los Angeles. The Morgan family has a massive legacy. They aren’t people we can easily reach.” “I get that you want to impress our brothers, but you shouldn’t make up such ridiculous lies.” Her words instantly turned me into the laughingstock of the night. The crowd whispered and snickered. “She really is delusional, trying to use the Morgan family’s name to look good.” “Where does she get the confidence? Claiming she knows Mrs. Brown… how embarrassing.” “Look at her. She looks like a mess. How could she possibly know Mrs. Brown?” I didn’t bother explaining. Seeing that it was almost time for our meeting, I decided to ignore my broken phone and just head inside to find Mrs. Brown in person. I pulled some tissues from my bag, looked in the compact mirror, and wiped the blood from my forehead. I packed my things, turned around, and walked toward the entrance, but Dorothy grabbed my arm yet again. “Wait, Victoria, where are you going?” “To see Mrs. Brown.” A wave of snickers burst out around us. “Still lying even now.” “Let’s see what she does when Mrs. Brown actually gets here.” Just then, someone in the crowd gasped. “Oh my god, Mrs. Brown is actually coming this way!” Everyone turned toward the grand entrance. Draped in a stunning custom gown and wearing a flawless emerald necklace, Mrs. Brown was walking gracefully toward the lobby. Dorothy’s face lit up, and she immediately stepped forward. “Mrs. Brown—” The others watched with bated breath. “Of course Dorothy is the one who actually knows Mrs. Brown.” “Exactly. Victoria’s little lie is about to blow up in her face.” They all smirked, waiting to watch me fall. But Mrs. Brown walked right past Dorothy, completely ignoring her, and stopped directly in front of me. “You must be Ms. Samuels! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come right in.” The entire room went dead silent.

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The billionaire heir to a massive shipping empire was getting married, celebrating with a high-profile parade of ninety-nine luxury yachts along the West Coast. My best friend excitedly dragged me to the harbor to watch the spectacle. Out of habit, I snapped a photo first, wanting to share it with my boyfriend right away. But a second later, two familiar figures walked right into my camera frame. My boyfriend, who was supposed to be working overtime, was wearing a bespoke designer tuxedo. He was holding another woman’s hand, leading her onto the glittering flagship yacht. I froze, my mind going blank. Anger surged through me, and I wanted to rush forward to confront him, but my best friend grabbed my arm, stopping me. “Chloe, Elena was always meant to be Julian’s fiancée. If you make a scene now, you’re just going to embarrass yourself.” “Julian pretended to be broke and lived in a cramped basement with you for five years. I actually felt bad for how much he had to hold back.” “As your best friend, I’m advising you to have some self-respect. Don’t be a shameless homewrecker.” The cold ocean breeze slapped my face, and my heart turned completely to ice. My boyfriend of eight years had been lying to me this whole time. And the girl I treated like my own sister had known all along and kept it from me. My phone buzzed with a Snapchat notification. It was a message from Julian. “Babe, I just got off work. I took two more Uber rides to make some extra cash.” “Don’t be jealous of other people. If I work a little harder, I’ll save enough for an engagement ring soon and propose to you.” Looking at the elegant billionaire standing on the yacht, I felt nothing but pure disgust. “No need. My mom wants me to go back home for some blind dates.”

The reporters swarmed the couple. Julian casually looked back. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted me standing outside the crowd. The smile on his face froze instantly. He reflexively let go of Elena’s trailing wedding gown. “I thought you said she wouldn’t know. Who brought her here?” He pushed past the crowd and leaped off the deck of the yacht. Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, he ran toward me desperately, panic written all over his face. “Babe, let me explain!” “I didn’t mean to keep this from you… I was just afraid that the status gap between us would make you feel insecure.” “Elena and I are just putting on a show for the families. Please don’t make a scene, okay?” Holding back my tears, I violently shook off his hand. “You’re still trying to lie to me even now!” I looked past him at Elena, who was wearing a satin, diamond-encrusted wedding dress, looking as elegant as a white swan. Around her neck was a sapphire necklace that had recently been auctioned for $20 million. Meanwhile, Julian, the man who had been with me for eight years, couldn’t even “afford” a $300 engagement ring. My best friend, Vivian Cole, frowned. “Chloe, are you really trying to ruin the wedding of the century?” “Let’s be real here. You have no right to throw a tantrum. Can you grow up for once?” I stared at her in utter disbelief. We had been best friends for over a decade. After her parents divorced, I was the one who brought her into my home, sharing my parents’ love with her. I had even cut down on my own expenses and begged my parents to help pay for her college tuition. And now, she was standing here, accusing me to defend outsiders! Elena let out a soft laugh, stepping up to Julian’s side and shaking her head at me. “Chloe, even your best friend has more class than you.” “Do you know what kind of event this is? Who gave you the courage to come here and cause trouble?” My chest felt incredibly tight, and I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “My boyfriend of eight years is suddenly marrying someone else. Am I not even allowed to ask for an explanation?” “Shut up!” Seeing the reporters sniffing out a scandal and starting to gather around, Julian lowered his voice, warning me coldly: “Do you want to broadcast our private business to the entire world?!” “Vivian, please take her back and help her calm down.” Vivian nodded, locking her hands tightly around my shoulders. “Don’t worry, Julian. I’ll make sure she leaves.” It wasn’t until Julian and Elena, arm in arm, boarded the yacht again under the spotlight that Vivian finally let me go. She sighed with deep envy. “They look so perfect together!” “Chloe, take my advice. You and Julian belong to different worlds. Give up, and stop clinging to him.”

Vivian hailed an Uber. “I still have things to do at the clinic, so I won’t ride back with you.” “Chloe, people need to have self-respect. I don’t want a best friend who is a homewrecker.” It finally clicked. She had purposely brought me here tonight to witness Julian and Elena’s wedding. A bitter taste spread through my chest. The Uber driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, and the silent judgment in his eyes made me feel like I was sitting on needles. I returned to our tiny, 100-square-foot basement. As soon as I pushed the door open, the entire room was visible. A small twin bed, a desk squeezed tightly against it, and on the desk lay a half-ironed Louis Vuitton shirt. Julian had told me he was competing for a promotion and begged me to buy him a luxury piece to “look the part.” I had gritted my teeth and spent a whole month’s salary on it. On the day I swiped my card, he had laughed so hard seeing how much it pained me to spend that money. Now, the image of the $20 million necklace he gave Elena flashed through my mind. He wasn’t happy because he received a gift. He was laughing at how pathetic and poor I was. My eyes stung. I grabbed a pair of scissors, shredded the shirt to pieces, and threw it into the trash can. Then, I rummaged through the room, grabbed all of Julian’s things, threw them into a suitcase, and shoved it outside the door. I sent him a text: “[Julian, we’re done. I threw your stuff out. Pick it up yourself.]” Right after sending it, I blocked and deleted him on Snapchat. After doing all this, I collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I remembered our sophomore year in college. I was working part-time at the cafeteria when I overheard Julian complaining that he could barely afford food. Feeling sorry for him, I gave him my own meal. His expression back then was so strange, but I was too busy working to think much of it. Now that I think about it, he must have found me incredibly hilarious. A broke student working for tuition actually pitying the heir of a multi-billion-dollar shipping empire. Later, he started pursuing me. After graduation, I followed him to the West Coast to build a life. The West Coast is incredibly expensive, and rent is insanely high. Even this tiny basement cost me $3,000 a month. Julian said he wanted to save up to marry me and buy us a big house, so I took on the burden of the rent. But the first time he saved up $10,000, he supposedly clicked on a phishing link, and his account was wiped out. The second time, he allegedly donated it to a little girl with leukemia. The third time, he got into a car accident and had to pay for damages… For five whole years, he hadn’t saved a single penny. He couldn’t even afford a cheap $500 engagement ring. But it wasn’t that he didn’t have $500. He just didn’t want to marry me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open from the outside. A dripping wet Julian rushed in and hugged me tightly. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice trembling. “Babe, please don’t break up with me.” “Just wait for me a little longer. I promise I’ll marry you.” The cold rainwater on his body soaked through my clothes. For a split second, my heart softened. But then my eyes landed on the shredded designer shirt in the trash can. I snapped back to reality and pushed him away. “Julian, you’re married.” His body stiffened, but he hugged me even tighter. “Chloe, my older brother passed away, and my dad had a brain hemorrhage and is still in a coma.” “Your family is ordinary, so you don’t understand how dangerous high society can be. Only Elena’s family can help me secure my position right now.” “But the only person I love is you. The only one I want to marry is you. Can you just wait for me for another six months? Just until I stabilize things…” His voice grew softer, and my vision started to blur. I suddenly remembered a month ago, when we were preparing to celebrate our eighth anniversary. He had received a phone call, turned pale, and told me his family had an emergency and he had to leave for a while. I had stuffed a debit card into his hand. It had $100,000 on it—every single penny I had saved from working for five years. Because he had promised me countless times that once we saved enough for a down payment, we would move back to my hometown, get married, and settle down. So, I had worked myself to the bone to save that money. “Julian, I don’t understand your high-society struggles.” “But I’ve already waited for you for five years. I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I promised my mom that if I wasn’t married by twenty-seven, I would go back home and let her set me up.”

Julian gripped my shoulders tightly, his eyes bloodshot. “You’ve been with me for eight years! How can you marry someone else? I won’t allow it, Chloe! I won’t!” Anger flared in me, and I slapped him across the face. “Julian, you are married to Elena now. You have no right to control me!” “It’s just a marriage of convenience!” “You waited five years, so why can’t you wait another six months?!” “Don’t worry, Elena is very open-minded. As long as you stay quiet and behave, she won’t cause trouble for you.” I was shaking with pure rage. I used all my strength to push him out the door. “Get out!” “I never want to see you again!” Through the closed door, Julian’s muffled voice continued, trying to coax me into being his kept woman. “I’ll buy you a villa, okay? You can move your parents in. I’ll give you $10,000 a month for living expenses.” “You won’t have to wake up early and squeeze onto the subway for work anymore. I’ll take care of you…” So, he had seen how hard I struggled over the past five years. He had just chosen to ignore it. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto the floor, completely exhausted. The man I had loved for eight years had turned into an absolute monster on the other side of the door. My bones felt icy cold, but my skin was burning hot, and my consciousness began to slip. I had suffered from severe pneumonia a few years ago. Whenever I ran a high fever, it became extremely dangerous. I dragged myself to open the door, my voice incredibly raspy. “Julian… can you take me to the hos—” Before I could finish, his phone rang. He checked it, his face changing instantly, and he rushed toward the elevator. “Elena is feeling unwell. Just hang in there for a bit. I’ll call Vivian to come over.” His retreating back distorted in my vision. I couldn’t hold on any longer and blacked out. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. Vivian was bending over me, replacing my cooling patch and checking my forehead with the back of her hand. “Good, your fever is going down.” “Chloe, it’s just a breakup. How did you end up like this?” Her eyes were filled with pity. “One is a billionaire heir, and the other is a wealthy heiress. Messing with them was never going to end well for you.” “When did you find out?” I stared directly into her eyes, watching her every expression. Vivian bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. “The year he first started dating you, he confessed his identity to me.” “He gave me a million dollars and set me up with a job. The only condition was that I had to help him hide his secret.” “He said that saving up for a ring and a house was too easy for him, so I was the one who suggested he use fake scams, donations, and car accidents to drag out the time…” A million dollars was all it took to buy out our ten-year friendship. Money and a bright future are hard to resist. I couldn’t even find the energy to blame her. But— “Vivian, leave. I’ll pretend I never had you as a friend.” Vivian’s eyes widened. “You’re ending our friendship over this little thing?” “Fine, Chloe. Don’t regret this!” She slammed the door and left. Shortly after, a nurse came in to administer my IV. The needle missed my vein over ten times, making me gasp in pain. The nurse looked at me with a mocking smile and tossed a local tabloid newspaper onto my bed. “Ms. Shen, you’re famous now.” Confused, I looked down, and a massive headline caught my eye: “《On His Wedding Night, the Billionaire Shipping Heir was Seducing His Slum Mistress, Leaving the Wealthy Heiress Devastated》” My private photos took up half the page. My pupils dilated. Only Julian had those photos. He had begged me to take them on his birthday. Rage boiled in my chest. Just as I was about to call him, my phone rang. It was Julian. “I went to see you last night, and Elena was upset, so she leaked those to the media.” “Just let her vent her anger. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Before I could say a word, he hung up. Meeting the nurse’s judging eyes, I didn’t even have the energy to explain myself. I simply closed my eyes. But I never expected Vivian to publicly label me a gold-digger. In front of the reporters’ cameras, she put on an act of deep disappointment. “Chloe and I have been friends for over ten years. I tried to warn her not to interfere in other people’s relationships.” “But she wouldn’t listen. She was obsessed with marrying into money and kept harassing Mr. Vance.” The video went viral, shooting straight to the top of the trending page on Twitter. My brain buzzed. I stared blankly at Vivian’s face on the screen, unable to believe she would stab me in the back like this! But before I could even process my best friend’s betrayal, my phone rang again. It was my mother, her voice filled with tears. “Chloe, your sister Emily had an accident!”

“Your sister saw Vivian’s interview on the news. She was so distracted and panicked that she didn’t see the construction site… A falling steel bar pierced her chest!” “The doctor said there’s a matching heart available right now, but there’s a strict time limit. If we can’t raise the $100,000 for the surgery fee within an hour, the heart goes to the next patient on the list!” “Taking out a loan on our house will take too long. Do you have $100,000 with you?” My heart hammered violently against my ribs, and a cold sweat broke out all over my body. “Mom, don’t panic! I have $100,000. I’ll transfer it to you right away!” I quickly unlocked my phone and tried to transfer my savings—the money I had worked so hard to save. But the screen flashed: “Transaction Failed.” Then I remembered. A month ago, I had given that debit card to Julian for his “emergency.” Given his massive wealth, he surely wouldn’t care about a measly $100,000. But when I logged into my mobile banking app, the cold, glaring balance of $0 made my eyes sting. With trembling hands, I called Julian, but the call wouldn’t go through. In my panic, I accidentally opened Snapchat and clicked on Vivian’s story. “Accidentally crashed a private party. Crying over the beautiful love story of our favorite billionaire heir and his gorgeous wife! ~” In the center of her photo grid, Julian and Elena were kissing passionately under the fireworks at a luxury mansion on the hill. A sharp pain pierced my chest, but I didn’t have time to think. I quickly traced the location and rushed over. When Vivian saw me at the entrance, her face fell, and she tried to push me back out the door. “Julian finally got Elena calmed down! What are you trying to ruin now?” I was still weak from my fever. When she pushed me, I lost my balance, fell hard onto the concrete, and a sharp, blinding pain shot through my wrist. Elena sneered, raising her eyebrow at Julian. “Julian, did your little mistress switch to a victim-playing strategy now?” The surrounding crowd burst into laughter. Julian’s wealthy friends looked at him with mocking grins. “Man, your standards must have been really low back then. You dated “this” for eight years?” “She’s so embarrassing.” Julian looked embarrassed and glared at me. “Stop acting. Get up right now.” There were only ten minutes left! Anxiety consumed me, and I forced myself to stand up. “Julian, give me back my $100,000!” “Oh, so you’re here for money,” Elena sneered mockingly. “Kneel down, slap yourself, and I’ll give you the $100,000. It’s pocket change to me anyway.” “Elena is so generous!” “Slap yourself once more, and I’ll throw in another ten grand as a wedding tip!” Listening to their relentless humiliation, the taste of copper rose in the back of my throat. “I am only here to take back what is rightfully mine!” “Julian, you said your family had an emergency last month, so I gave you a debit card with $100,000 on it.” Julian frowned. “What debit card?” Only three minutes left. Tears of pure desperation finally spilled over. “My sister is in critical condition! Give me the money back! I’m running out of time!” “I’ve never seen any debit card. Besides, where would you even get that much money?” Seeing that Julian was denying it, I gritted my teeth and turned to Elena. “Is it true? If I kneel and slap myself, you’ll give me the $100,000?” Julian stared at me in utter disbelief. “Chloe, have you lost all your self-respect for some cash?” To save my sister’s life, I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees right in front of Elena. Elena looked down at me with pure disgust, as if she were looking at a piece of garbage. “Julian, a mere $100,000 to show you exactly what kind of trash she is? Totally worth it.” She pulled out her phone to transfer the money. But Julian grabbed her hand, his expression incredibly complicated. “Chloe isn’t a gold-digger. Don’t use money to humiliate her.” No matter how much I begged and explained, Julian refused to let Elena send me the money. I watched the clock on the wall hit the hour mark. All the strength was drained from my body, leaving me completely numb and hollow. “Julian, the biggest regret of my life was ever meeting you.” Lied to for eight years, and in the end, I lost both my love and my life savings. My heart was completely dead. I turned around and walked away without looking back.

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On our wedding day, the man made love to me three times in the backseat of the car. I lay there, weak and boneless, watching his back disappear through the entrance of the private club, my heart still sweet with happiness. Then I picked up the cuff link he had accidentally left behind and followed him inside. Before I reached the private room, I froze. My own breathless moans echoed from behind the door. “Julian, who would’ve thought Aria, the quiet little sweetheart, is such a wildcat in bed?” I stood rooted outside as the man who had whispered, *”A little louder,”* barely half an hour earlier lounged lazily against the sofa. “She really is,” Julian replied coolly. Someone turned to the man sitting beside him with a grin. “Hunter, making Julian pretend to be you and string Aria along for two whole years… that’s a hell of a move.” “And when she finds out even the marriage certificate is fake…” “…do you think she’ll lose her mind on the spot?” The blood drained from my face in an instant.

Aria’s POV On the day of our wedding, he took me three times in the back of the limousine. I was so thoroughly overwhelmed, crying and whispering between soft gasps, “Please, Julian… baby, stop.” Only then did he smile with deep satisfaction, kissing the tears from my swollen eyes. I lay slumped across the leather backseat, my body completely drained of strength, aching in every joint. Julian casually adjusted his designer suit, leaning down to plant a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. “I have a private celebration with the guys. Go home and get some rest first, okay?” I nodded weakly. I hated going to his parties anyway. His friends always looked at me with this strange, knowing smirk that made my skin crawl. I watched his tall, elegant figure disappear into the exclusive VIP club entrance, a sweet, warm flutter rising in my chest. For two years, from the moment our families set us up on that first date to our courtship and today’s wedding, he had spoiled me to the bone. Even though in the bedroom, he was always so insatiable, completely ignoring my pleas for mercy. My cheeks flushed at the memory. But I had to admit, he was incredibly skilled. He had endless stamina and a taste for variety. Over the past two years, he had introduced me to so many wild places and positions. He also loved recording videos. At first, I hated it. Every time he lifted his iPhone, I would turn my face away in sheer embarrassment. But he would hold me tight, whispering in his deep, husky voice, “When I’m away on business trips, I need to see you, Aria. Please?” And my heart would melt. I was always willing to make compromises for the man I knew as Hunter Vance. As the car door shut, I leaned back to rest. That was when I noticed the custom diamond cufflinks I had gifted him lying forgotten on the adjacent seat. Suppressing the ache in my lower body, I gathered my strength, grabbed the cufflinks, and headed into the club to return them to him. The VIP lounge door was left slightly ajar. Just as I reached out to push it open, a sharp, ragged gasp echoed from inside. I froze instantly. That was my voice. That was the sound I had made in the back of the limo just half an hour ago! “Jesus, Julian! Aria always acts like such an innocent, quiet girl in public. Who knew she was such a wild little slut in bed?” “Right? Listen to her moan. Damn, that’s hot!” “Come on, Julian, you’ve got a whole archive of these on your Snapchat, don’t you? AirPlay it! Let us all have a listen!” The room erupted into loud, malicious laughter. It felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped over my head. Every drop of blood drained from my face. Shocked, I peered through the crack at the man sitting in the center of the velvet sofa. Julian Carter?! Why were they calling him Julian? His name was supposed to be Hunter Vance! The man leaned back lazily, swirling a glass of whiskey, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips as he tapped his phone screen. My voice was blaring right from his speakers. “She is quite wild,” he murmured indifferently, taking a slow sip. I could barely believe my eyes. Just thirty minutes ago, this exact man had held me in his arms, whispering, “Louder, baby, I love it when you scream my name.” The crowd laughed louder, turning to the cold, silent man sitting right next to him. “Hunter, you have got to admit, having Julian swap identities with you to play Aria for two whole years, that is the most genius scheme ever.” “Man, when she finds out her husband isn’t just a fake, but that fake marriage certificate you guys printed is a total sham, do you think she will lose her mind on the spot?” My brain exploded. A loud buzzing filled my ears, and my body broke into a cold sweat. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Wasn’t my husband’s name Hunter Vance? Then who was the man they were addressing as “Hunter”? If that man was the real Hunter Vance… then who on earth had I been sleeping with for the past two years? What did they mean by “swap identities”? What did they mean by “fake marriage certificate”?! I stared, paralyzed, at the stranger sitting next to Julian. He had a cold, chiseled profile, and right beneath his ear was a very distinct, bow-shaped birthmark. In his hand, he was casually spinning a pink candy-shaped hair tie. My pupils dilated in absolute horror. I knew that birthmark. Twenty years ago, when I was still a little girl in the orphanage, there was an older boy named Seven who protected me. He had that exact birthmark. And that hair tie… it was mine. It was the parting gift I had given Seven the day his wealthy biological parents came to take him away. So… Hunter Vance was Seven?!

Aria’s POV The pieces of the puzzle began to violently crash together in my mind. Those men just said Hunter had Julian impersonate him. I remembered that on “Hunter’s” phone, there was always a pinned contact named Julian. So… The man I had actually married, the man who went to family matchmaking dinners, who courted me, who lived with me, was Julian Carter. He had used Hunter’s name to deceive me from day one. Hunter’s cold, mocking voice cut through my chaotic thoughts. “Just wait until Chloe’s birthday party. Julian, we’ll project Aria’s finest videos on the grand screen. I want the entire high society of New York to see what Christian King’s precious little sister really is behind closed doors.” “Let’s see if Christian still dares to look down on us.” “We are going to make sure Chloe gets her sweet revenge.” “Though,” Hunter turned to Julian, “Julian, man, thanks for putting up with this for so long.” Julian locked his phone with a click. “It was nothing.” “Chloe loved Christian so much back in college, but that arrogant bastard rejected her in front of the whole school, making her a laughingstock, and then had his military buddies humiliate her family. We had to settle this score for her.” The blood in my veins turned to solid ice. I clutched the door frame, gasping for air, my knees trembling so violently I could barely stand. The man who had shared my bed, comforted me when I was sick, and held me through the night for two long years… was a lie. His name was Julian Carter. When he kissed my eyes during our most intimate moments and whispered, “I love you more than life itself, Aria,” it was a lie. When he drove across New York in the dead of a winter blizzard just to bring me my favorite warm chestnut cake, it was a lie. The perfect husband, the perfect lover, the perfect romance… it was a meticulously crafted trap. But how? His eyes had been so warm. His passion had felt so incredibly real. How could anyone fake that for two years? I didn’t want to believe it. “Hey Julian, don’t keep them all to yourself! You only let us hear the audio. Let us see some of the videos too! You took tons of them, didn’t you?” “Yeah, Aria’s got a killer body. Let us appreciate it too!” Julian declined instantly, his voice sharp. “You’ll see them at the birthday gala. On the big screen. It’ll be much clearer then.” The group burst into another round of crude laughter. “Man, I can’t wait for Chloe’s gala in two weeks! Not only do we get to strip Aria of her innocent little mask, but we get to see the look on Christian’s face!” “Exactly! I’ve been waiting to see Christian King fall from his high horse. Every time my dad meets him at charity events, he comes home and lectures me, comparing me to him. It’s disgusting!” “Hey, after you guys are done playing with her, pass her over to us. Aria always acts so pure and untouchable, but she sounds like an absolute siren in bed. That kind of contrast must be insane to play with.” Hunter let out a disdainful chuckle. “You guys aren’t worried about getting dirty?” The vulgar jokes continued to pile up, suffocating me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter. I tightly pressed my hands over my mouth, desperate to stifle my sobs. My parents were national heroes, scientists who sacrificed their lives in a laboratory accident when I was very young. I grew up in an orphanage. Back then, when the older kids bullied me, Seven was the one who stood in front of me, taking the hits. When his parents found him, he held my pink hair tie tightly and promised, “Candy, I will come back for you when we grow up.” I still kept the wooden toy block he gave me in my most treasured jewelry box. Through all the hardships of my life, the memory of Seven had been my anchor, my hope. But I never could have imagined that when I finally met him again after twenty years, he would be the monster pushing me straight into hell. I kept screaming inside my head, This isn’t real. It can’t be. Julian’s voice cut through the noise, silencing the room. “That’s enough. Don’t bring up sharing her again.” “Why, Julian? Don’t tell me you’ve actually caught feelings for her?” Julian swirled his drink, his voice devoid of any emotion. “She’s just a toy. Why would I care about a toy?” “After the birthday gala, both she and Christian will never be able to hold their heads up in New York again.”

Aria’s POV I stumbled out of the club like a ghost. It was the dead of winter, and large snowflakes began to drift down from the dark sky, landing on my bare shoulders. Yet, I felt absolutely nothing. My body was numb; my entire world had shattered into a million sharp pieces. I was adopted by the King family. Christian was my foster parents’ only biological son, and he was my older brother. He had loved and protected me since we were kids. When I first arrived at the King estate, I was terrified, too scared to eat or play. My foster parents were renowned research scientists, practically living in their laboratories. It was Christian who took my hand, fed me, played with me, and introduced me proudly to everyone as his little sister. Chloe Albright was my high school classmate. She had been obsessed with Christian for as long as I could remember. At first, Chloe tried to get close to me just to grab Christian’s attention. But during our high school graduation prom, Chloe publicly confessed her love to Christian in front of the entire class. Christian rejected her flatly, and she was utterly humiliated. From that day on, Chloe became my worst nightmare. She put laxatives in my water bottle, making me a laughingstock at school. She stuffed dead rats into my locker to terrify me. She cornered me in the girls’ restroom, slapping my face, pulling my hair, and forcing me to drink dirty water from the floor. By then, Christian was already away at military academy. I didn’t want to worry my foster parents, so I endured it all in silence, never saying a word. But my silence only made Chloe more vicious. For five years, all through high school, Chloe bullied me mercilessly until I finally left for college in another city. I thought my nightmare was over. I had no idea I had never escaped. Two years ago, my foster father arranged a setup for me with the son of an old family friend from overseas. Hunter Vance. Or rather, Julian Carter pretending to be Hunter. On our first date, Julian was quiet but incredibly attentive. He asked about my food preferences and listened to my thoughts with absolute focus. Ever since Christian joined the special forces, no one had looked after me like that. Julian was different. When I was sick, he would show up at my apartment with medicine immediately, staying by my side all night. When I worked late at the news agency, he would wait downstairs in his car, sending me a text: “Here to take you home, sweetheart.” For two years, he treated me like royalty, placing me on a pedestal. I thought I had finally found the man I would spend the rest of my life with. But now, I knew it was all a staged performance. “Julian, you’ve got serious patience, acting the devoted husband for two whole years.” “It’s just acting. I tell her what to do, and she does it. Very obedient.” Their mocking words echoed in my head like a death knell. I clutched my chest, unable to draw in a single breath. I didn’t even know who to hate more. My legal fiancé, the real Hunter Vance, had never even shown his face to me. And the man I had slept next to for two years, I only just learned his real name today. No wonder Julian hated it when I called him “Hunter” in bed. Every time I cried out “Hunter” in his arms, he would grip me harder, pushing deeper, forcing me to call him “baby” or “Julian” before he would let me go. I staggered into a quiet bar down the street, ordering shot after shot, pouring the burning liquid down my throat. My mind became hazy, but the agonizing pain in my heart only grew sharper. Hours later, I stumbled back to the empty villa we called home. I dug out our marriage certificate from the safe, my hands trembling as I inspected it. The paper was cheap, the seal imitation. It was such a lazy forgery. But of course. If the man was fake, how could the marriage certificate be real? Everything was a lie. My tears soaked the fake document, smudging the names written on it. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Helen, my foster mother. I respected my foster parents deeply, though we had grown distant over the years due to their endless research projects. “Mom,” I whispered, forcing down the sob in my throat. “Aria, sweetheart, how are you?” Helen’s voice was naturally quiet, but warm. “I’m doing great, Mom. Don’t worry about me.” I wiped my tears quickly. “How are you and Dad?” “We are doing well,” Helen said, her tone softening. “Aria, your father and I have made a decision. We’re getting older, and I’m retiring next month. We want to move abroad to Australia and live a quiet life by the coast.” “That’s wonderful, Mom! When are you leaving? I’ll come to the airport to see you off.” I fully supported them. They had given their lives to science; they deserved peace. “Aria, we want you to come with us. Your news agency has an international bureau in Sydney. You can request a transfer.” She paused. “Talk it over with Hunter. You two can come together. You have no other family left in New York besides us, and we don’t feel comfortable leaving you behind.” Hunter? My foster mother had no idea that the “Hunter Vance” they had introduced to me was currently plotting to destroy their son and daughter. If this were yesterday, I would have refused. I would have insisted on staying in New York with Julian. But now, there was absolutely nothing left for me here. “Okay, Mom. Let’s go together.” “Really?” Helen sounded overjoyed. “Wonderful! We’ll handle your visa and transfer paperwork. We leave in two weeks.” I hung up the phone and looked around the grand villa. This was supposed to be our marital home. I had designed every corner of it myself. I had handpicked every piece of furniture, every plate, and every curtain. I thought I was building a sanctuary of love. Instead, I had built a beautiful stage for my own execution.

Aria’s POV After hanging up, I collapsed onto the bed. Having spent hours wandering in the freezing snow, my body began to shake uncontrollably, and my forehead burned with a raging fever. I didn’t even have the energy to reach for a blanket. I drifted into a dark, heavy sleep. I don’t know how much time passed before I heard the click of the front door. Heavy footsteps approached, and my bedroom door was thrown open. “Aria, why are you still in bed at this hour?” Julian didn’t even notice my flushed, feverish face. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed. “Chloe is back. Get up and come greet her.” I stumbled, nearly falling over as he dragged me into the living room. The sight before me instantly cleared my hazy mind. Standing in our living room were Chloe Albright and Hunter Vance. “Chloe heard we got married and flew back from London just to congratulate us,” Julian said, his voice softening unconsciously as he looked at Chloe. “And this is Chloe’s fiancé… Julian Carter.” I looked at the man introduced as “Julian Carter,” who was actually the real Hunter Vance, and quickly looked away. Hunter’s icy gaze swept over me with utter disdain, but when he turned to Chloe, his expression melted into pure tenderness. I clenched my fists. After all these years, Chloe was standing in my house, while I was shivering with a high fever, looking pathetic and weak. “Aria, long time no see.” Chloe stepped forward, wrapping her arm around mine with fake intimacy. She leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Still as pathetic as ever, I see. You look like a stray dog no one wants.” I yanked my arm back and took a step away, my eyes filled with defensive anger. Julian’s brow furrowed, clearly displeased by my reaction. Chloe let out a soft, delicate cough, looking incredibly frail. “The flight was so cold, and my stomach is acting up. Julian, could you ask your maid to make me some hot oatmeal?” “Aria, go make it,” Julian ordered immediately. “Aria’s cooking is great, Chloe. You’re in for a treat.” I stared at Julian. “I have a fever. I’m sick.” Julian’s face darkened instantly, his eyebrows knitting into a tight scowl. “Stop throwimg a tantrum. Chloe flew all this way for us. You didn’t even go to the airport, and now you won’t even make her a simple bowl of oatmeal?” Of course. In Julian’s eyes, because Chloe was here, my sickness was just a dramatic act. I let out a bitter, silent laugh. My body was entirely drained of strength. I didn’t want to waste my breath arguing with them, so I turned and walked into the kitchen. When the first bowl of oatmeal was served, Chloe took a bite and frowned. “It’s too salty.” I took a deep breath, took it back to the kitchen, and remade it. The second time, she said it was too bland. The third time, she complained about the texture. By the fifth time, Chloe walked into the kitchen alone, shutting the door behind her. “So, you know now, don’t you? About Hunter and Julian swapping places to play you like a fool?” Chloe smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Then you must also know that Hunter is your precious ‘Seven’ from the orphanage, right?” She leaned closer, her voice dripping with venom. “He promised to protect you forever, yet he doesn’t even recognize your face now.” I kept my head down, ignoring her, but my hands began to tremble violently. “Want to know a secret? He thinks I am Candy. He’s been treating me like a queen all these years because of it.” Chloe’s laughter grew wilder. “I wonder… if Christian finds out his beloved little sister has been shared by two men for two years, will he lose his mind? Will he break his precious military codes and rush back to save you?” Before the words fully left her mouth, Chloe suddenly threw herself backward. She grabbed the pot of boiling oatmeal and poured it over her own hand. The skin of her wrist turned instantly raw and red. “Ahhh!” she screamed. The two men burst into the kitchen. Hunter rushed forward, catching Chloe in his arms, inspecting her hand with intense panic. “What happened? Chloe, are you okay?” He whipped his head around, glaring at me with murderous eyes. “I didn’t know Julian’s wife could be so vicious.” Julian’s face was even darker. Whether it was anger or jealousy over Hunter holding Chloe, his eyes were filled with disgust as he looked at me. “Aria, you and your brother bullied Chloe back in school, and she never held a grudge.” “I can’t believe that after all these years, you’re still this cruel!” Julian’s voice was freezing. “Go out to the terrace. Stand in the snow until you learn how to apologize.” I stared at him, my last shred of hope dying. “I didn’t push her.” “I have a fever. My knees can’t take the cold. You know this, Julian.” Julian knew about the chronic joint damage in my knees. He used to protect them carefully, never letting me get cold. For a second, Julian’s eyes flickered with hesitation. Even Hunter’s brow furrowed slightly when he heard about my knees. But Chloe chose that moment to whimper softly, “Julian, please, it’s fine. Aria clearly doesn’t want me here. I should just leave.” “Julian!” Hunter barked, warning his friend. Julian’s expression turned completely cold. “Take her coat. Put her out on the terrace.” Two burly bodyguards stepped forward. Without a word, they stripped off my heavy coat and dragged me toward the glass doors, shoving me out onto the freezing, snow-covered terrace.

Aria’s POV The snow was still falling heavily. Standing on the freezing stone floor in nothing but my thin indoor clothes, the cold bit into my bones, and my knees began to ache with a blinding, white-hot agony. When we were kids at the orphanage, Seven had fallen through thin ice into a freezing pond. I had jumped in without a second thought, dragging him out with all my might. Since then, I had suffered from chronic joint pain. Seven knew how much I feared the cold. Back then, he would wrap his oversized coat around me. “Candy, as long as I’m here, I’ll never let you freeze.” I also remembered Julian holding me on winter nights, whispering, “My sweet girl is so sensitive to the cold. I’ll never let you freeze.” Yet now, they had pushed me into the freezing winter night themselves. While they sat inside the warm, heated living room, whispering comforting words to Chloe. My heart died completely. The last spark of warmth in my soul was extinguished. I don’t know how long I stood there before my legs finally gave out, and I collapsed into the snow. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor looked at me with deep sympathy. “The chronic damage in your knees is severe. If you don’t take care of them, you might lose the ability to walk properly.” I nodded silently. The door opened, and Julian walked in, his face filled with worry and regret. Seeing him, the doctor scolded, “Are you her husband? How could you let her get this cold? Her joints cannot take this kind of trauma!” Julian looked incredibly guilty. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me into his arms and kissing my lips softly. “I’m so sorry, Aria. I didn’t mean to leave you out there for so long. It’s just… Chloe was in so much pain, and we had to rush her to the ER, so I…” I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. So he simply forgot about me. Julian squeezed my hand. “You guys were classmates. Let bygones be bygones. You’re my wife now. You need to be magnanimous and kind, not petty and resentful.” My eyes remained dead and hollow. On the day I was discharged, Julian drove me home, only for us to find Chloe already settled in our villa. She was wearing my silk pajamas and my slippers, lounging on our sofa like she owned the place. I froze at the entrance. How could he? How dared he let Chloe move into our home? But Julian acted as if it were completely normal. “Aria, the Albright family has gone bankrupt, and Chloe has nowhere to go. Staying at a hotel is so lonely, so I invited them to stay with us for a while.” Hunter walked down the stairs, casting a cold, indifferent glance at me. “Is Julian’s wife really that fragile? A little cold and she ends up in the hospital?” Julian explained, “Aria has a chronic knee injury from childhood. She fell into freezing water and is extremely sensitive to the cold.” Hunter’s eyes flickered. He seemed about to ask something. But Chloe quickly interrupted, “I’m tired, Hunter. Let’s go rest.” Hunter’s expression softened. “Go on up, Chloe.” They walked up the stairs together, hand in hand. I watched them disappear around the corner of the hallway, listening to their bedroom door click shut. Forcing down the agony in my chest, I walked silently back to my own room. Julian saw the way I looked at Hunter. His face darkened, and he followed me into the bedroom, locking the door. He crawled onto the bed, pinning me down and biting my earlobe with a possessive grip. “Aria, your man is right here. Stop staring at another man’s fiancé, understand?” Anger flared in my chest. I wanted to scream the truth in his face, to tear off his mask of lies. But I forced myself to hold back. I had more important things to do. “I understand,” I whispered. Seeing my obedience, Julian’s mood seemed to improve. He stroked my hair. “We are married now, Aria. You need to drop your bad habits. Just be a good, obedient girl, okay?” I lowered my eyes, hiding the utter disgust in them. His hands began to slide under my clothes. “Aria…” My body went stiff as a board, a wave of nausea washing over me. “I’m on my period. It’s not convenient.” Julian frowned slightly, but eventually let go of me. “Fine. Just let me hold you.” Before long, the sound of his steady, heavy breathing filled the room. I opened my eyes, waiting until I was absolutely sure he was asleep before gently slipping his phone from the nightstand. I had never looked at his phone before, and I didn’t know his passcode. I tried my birthday. Error. I tried his birthday. Error. Finally, I typed in Chloe’s birthday. The screen unlocked.

Aria’s POV I let out a cold, silent laugh. Opening his photo album, I selected the hundreds of private videos and photos of me, hit delete, and permanently cleared the trash folder. Once it was done, I finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Next, I opened his Snapchat and found their private group chat with his wealthy friends. I scrolled up through the chat history. For two years, they had been mocking me behind my back. “Julian, Aria looks so pure and untouchable. How did you get her into bed so fast?” “Just a few sweet words and some flowers, and she lays down and does whatever I want.” I clenched my teeth, scrolling further. “Julian, make sure you don’t accidentally get her pregnant. You’ll never get rid of her then.” “I’d never let her carry my child. She isn’t worthy.” Every sweet memory, every gentle promise, and every midnight whisper shattered into worthless, ugly shards of glass. But the text that truly chilled me to my core was from Hunter: “Once you’re done playing with her, destroy her. If she tries to cling to you, I don’t mind disposing of her myself.” The boy who had promised to protect me at all costs now wanted to strip me of my dignity and throw me to the wolves. I was completely, utterly done. I exited the group chat and opened Julian’s direct messages with Chloe. “Chloe, Aria was begging me not to go on the business trip today. I told her I had an urgent board meeting.” “Thanks for putting up with her, Julian. Once the truth is out, you won’t have to deal with her disgusting presence anymore.” I scrolled up. On my birthday last year, Julian told me he had an emergency meeting in Chicago and left after giving me a cheap brooch. In reality, he had flown to Miami to spend the weekend on a yacht with Chloe. And when my grandmother passed away. I had called him dozens of times, crying, but he kept saying he was stuck in crucial negotiations in London. According to their chat logs, he was actually spending Christmas with Chloe in Paris. Not a single tear fell from my eyes. I put the phone back exactly where it was and stared at Julian’s sleeping face. This face, which I had loved with every fiber of my being, now filled me with nothing but absolute disgust. I never wanted to look at it again. The next morning, I was choked awake by thick smoke. I ran to the window and saw Chloe in the backyard, burning something in a metal bin. Once I realized what she was burning, my heart stopped, and I ran downstairs. “Stop it! Stop!” I screamed, rushing at her to grab the items from her hands. “Give them back to me!” It was a stack of old polaroids. They were the only photos I had left of my biological parents. Most of them had already been turned to ash inside the fire bin. Only a few remained in her hands. Chloe giggled, stepping back. “Give them back? Sure. If you give me the wooden block.” So that was why she had moved in. She wanted the wooden toy block Seven had given me, the ultimate proof of identity. “I lost that block years ago! Give me the photos!” “Lost? Oh, what a shame!” Chloe threw the remaining photos directly into the roaring flames. “You better hope you really lost it.” I ignored the heat, reaching my hands directly into the fire to pull out the burning photos. Chloe whispered maliciously, “Because even if you find it, Hunter will only believe you stole it from me!” Just then, the sound of a car arriving echoed from the driveway. Seeing this, Chloe quickly scratched her own wrist against the metal bin, then pretended to struggle with me over the fire. “What are you doing?!” Julian and Hunter rushed into the backyard, immediately pulling Chloe away from the fire. “It’s my fault… I thought they were just old, useless papers, so I wanted to clean up. I didn’t know they were Aria’s things…” Chloe sobbed hysterically. She wasn’t burned at all, but the scratches on her wrist looked red and dramatic. Hunter’s face darkened as he inspected her wrist. “Did she do this to you?” I was on my knees, frantically pulling the last half-burnt photo out of the ash, my hands covered in painful, blistering burns. I couldn’t care less about their drama. Furious, Hunter kicked me hard in the shoulder, knocking me flat onto the frozen grass. My blisters popped, and blood began to seep through the dirt. Julian stared at my bleeding hands, his brow furrowing slightly, but seeing Chloe crying so pitifully, he snapped, “Aria, Chloe didn’t do it on purpose, and she tried to help you save them! How could you put your hands on her!” I screamed through my tears, “She did it on purpose! Those were the only photos of my parents!” Hunter remained completely unmoved. “A dead person’s photo isn’t more important than a living person’s well-being. I can’t believe Christian’s sister is such a classless bitch.” Julian felt humiliated in front of Hunter. “Guards! Lock her in her room. She is not allowed to leave this house without my permission!” With that, the two men rushed Chloe inside to treat her scratches. I clutched the half-destroyed photo with my bleeding, raw hands, letting out a shattered laugh that turned into a quiet, painful sob. It was fine. In just a few days, everything would be over. And I would make sure every single one of them paid the price. I dragged myself back to my room and began to pack. The clothes Julian had bought me. I took scissors and cut them into shreds, hanging them back in the closet. The jewelry he gave me. I smashed them with a hammer, placing them back in their velvet boxes. The watches, cufflinks, and ties I had gifted him. I destroyed them all and put them back in his drawer. Our framed photos were torn into tiny pieces and left in a neat pile on his desk. The villa still looked beautiful and warm on the outside. But on the inside, it was already a graveyard.

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On the eve of my wedding, I caught my fiancé, Caleb, and my bridesmaid, Serena, tearing each other’s clothes off. The two of them didn’t even look guilty. Caleb looked me straight in the eye and said, “I don’t love you, Lyra. I only proposed to get my hands on your father’s throne as the leader of the Goldvein Pack.” I ripped up our marriage contract on the spot and told them both to get the hell out of my sight. As soon as the sun rose, I packed my bags. I swore I would never set foot in the Bramblefall Pack’s territory again. But just as my convoy crossed the border, we were blocked. Kian, the Alpha of the Ashford Pack, was standing right in the middle of the road with his men. This was the Wolf King—notorious for being cold, ruthless, and completely uninterested in women. He looked at me, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Lyra, I’ve loved you from afar for years. I don’t want to take advantage of your pain, but I want to give you a marriage with dignity and all the respect you deserve. Marry me. Be the Luna of the Ashford Pack.” Heartbroken and exhausted, I nodded. Our alliance shook the entire North American werewolf community. Everyone said we were a match made in heaven. Kian was incredibly attentive. He gave me everything I could ever ask for. But after three years of marriage, I still wasn’t pregnant. Kian told me that because of his powerful Alpha lineage, conceiving was naturally difficult. He told me not to rush. To have a baby of our own, I drank bitter herbal medicine every single day for three years. Even when I was throwing up so hard I could barely stand, I never complained. Finally, in our third year, I got a positive pregnancy test. The whole pack celebrated. Kian treated me like I was made of glass. I genuinely thought I had stepped out of the shadows of my past and found real happiness. Until my eighth month of pregnancy. I went to the clinic for a routine checkup and overheard Kian talking to the doctor in the private consulting room. “Alpha Kian, the fetus is developing perfectly. The due date is in two weeks.” “But I still don’t understand… Luna Lyra is your true mate. Why did you insist on transferring your and Serena’s embryo into her womb?”

Kian’s voice was completely nonchalant. “Serena is just a low-ranking Omega. Her status is too low. A child born from her would never be respected enough to inherit my title as Alpha.” “Only by carrying the baby in Lyra’s womb can this child secure the inheritance.” “This way, Serena will be taken care of for the rest of her life.” I leaned against the freezing wall, all the strength draining from my legs. It was all an act. Three years of devotion, three years of sweet words… all a trap. A sick, twisted trap. Hearing footsteps approaching, I scrambled into the nearby emergency stairwell. Pressing my back against the cold concrete, I covered my mouth to muffle my sobs. Only after the hallway fell completely silent did I drag my numb body downstairs. The lobby was bustling with pack members. I stood there, my eyes burning with unshed tears. It didn’t take long for Kian to find me. He rushed over, his face pale with anxiety and concern. “Lyra! Why did you come down by yourself? I told you to wait for me in the room while I talked to the doctor.” “You weren’t answering your phone. You scared me to death.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth. It was the exact same loving gaze he had given me for three years. But looking at his face now only made me feel icy cold. “I was looking for the restroom and got lost,” I said quietly, my voice surprisingly steady. Kian chuckled, tapping my nose playfully. “My little directionally-challenged Luna. What am I going to do with you?” Once we got into the car, he buckled my seatbelt and brought something up, trying to sound casual. “By the way, Serena’s birthday party is in a few days. The pack elders and our allies will all be there. What happened back then was years ago, and she’s just doing administrative work for the pack now. So…” “Sure, I’ll go,” I replied calmly. “I didn’t make a scene years ago, and I won’t start now. Don’t worry.” Kian visibly relaxed, a bright smile spreading across his face. “I knew my wife was the most reasonable woman. I’m so lucky to have you.” I turned my head to look out the window, watching the trees blur past to hide the coldness in my eyes. Right. Reasonable. He only married me because I was “sensible” enough to quietly carry his and his mistress’s baby, didn’t he? For the past three years, every time I choked down that bitter medicine, he would hold me tightly and say it was okay if we didn’t have kids. But then, he would “accidentally” mention how cute other Alphas’ pups were. Every single word was designed to make me willingly suffer for him. Late that night, after Kian fell asleep, I took his phone and crept into the study. The passcode was Serena’s birthday. The wallpaper was a photo of Serena in a white dress standing under a cherry blossom tree. I opened his photo gallery. It was packed with photos of her, taking up almost his entire storage. The very top photo was a group shot from years ago when I first introduced Serena to Caleb and Kian. I remembered Kian looking annoyed back then, complaining about taking “useless group photos.” But now, both Caleb and I had been cropped out of the picture. Only Kian and Serena remained. It was the same for all the other photos. Even the photos Serena posted on Instagram with Caleb—Caleb’s face was cropped out, leaving only her smiling face. Pack ribbon-cuttings, charity galas, and private dinners I had never heard about. In every single photo, his eyes were locked onto Serena with a tenderness that made my stomach turn. With shaking fingers, I opened their Snapchat history. He replied to her messages instantly. Always. He sent her huge sums of money on Venmo—all ending in the digits of her birthday. Even the dates of our pack’s business contracts were aligned with her birthday. And our wedding day… it was on Serena’s birthday. I had asked him back then if we could change the date. He told me the elders had calculated it to be the most auspicious day for the pack, telling me not to overthink it. There was no auspicious day. Even though I was the one wearing the white dress, he had made her the true main character of our wedding.

In our three years of marriage, he never allowed me to call him during work hours. Once, when I had severe abdominal pain during my early pregnancy, I called him in a panic. He blew up at me, calling me immature and accusing me of ruining a major business merger. I felt incredibly hurt, but I forced myself to be understanding because of his heavy responsibilities. Now I realized it wasn’t about the business. It was just me. I was never the one who mattered. I let out a bitter laugh and closed the phone. I dialed the private number of Chloe, my best friend and the chief physician of the Goldvein Pack. “Chloe, arrange a procedure for me. I want to terminate the pregnancy in three days.” Three days. That was enough time to say goodbye to this lie. I set a countdown timer on my phone as a silent reminder. Returning to the bedroom, I stared at Kian’s handsome face as he slept peacefully. The cruel truth replayed in my mind like a horror movie. Tears soaked my pillow. I didn’t sleep a wink. The next morning, I sat at the dining table, waiting for him. He came downstairs with his usual warm smile. “Why are you up so early, babe? Pregnant women need their sleep.” I smiled and said nothing. Just then, my phone buzzed. He caught a glimpse of the word “Doctor” on the lock screen and frowned. “A message from the clinic? Is something wrong with the baby?” I turned off the screen and acted natural. “Nothing. Just spam. Data leaks are getting out of hand these days.” “Didn’t you say the mining investors are coming today? Hurry up and eat so you won’t be late.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I must have saved a kingdom in my past life to end up with a wife as perfect as you.” I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Wait until our anniversary, babe. I have a huge surprise for you.” “Great. I can’t wait.” He really went all out just to make sure I delivered his and Serena’s baby. But this marriage of lies was about to end. As soon as Kian left, I drove straight to the Pack Elders’ Council. The Elder in charge of marital contracts stood up immediately to greet me. When I told him I wanted to dissolve the marriage, his jaw dropped. He kept asking for the reason, asking how much territory and assets I wanted to claim in the divorce. “I don’t want a single dime,” I said calmly. “Just sign the papers. Effective immediately.” Under the Elder’s shocked gaze, I took the printed divorce agreement and left. On my way back, I stopped by Kian’s office building. Before I even reached the entrance, I heard the receptionists gossiping in the lobby. “Is that girl really the Alpha’s first love? She’s stunning. Better looking than most influencers.” “You have no idea. All the limited-edition jewelry and furs our pack imports are named after her. Last month, she casually mentioned she liked that million-dollar moonstone necklace, and the Alpha bought it at the auction without blinking.” “No wonder we keep renewing our unprofitable partnership with the Bramblefall Pack. It’s just so the Alpha can see his dream girl more often.” I didn’t stop. I walked straight up to the penthouse suite. The office door wasn’t fully closed. The muffled, heavy breathing coming from inside made me freeze. Peering through the gap, what I saw made my stomach heave. Clothes were scattered all over the floor. Serena was sitting on Kian’s mahogany desk, her pale legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Kian, you’re the only one who truly cares about me. You knew carrying a baby would ruin my body, so you made Lyra do it for me. If I had to rely on Caleb, I don’t know how I’d survive.” Her voice was dripping with sweet triumph. Kian kissed her neck, gasping, “Does Caleb treat you well? Has he been hurting you?” “Oh, he’s obsessed with me. He gives me whatever I want. He just bought me that private island estate last week.” Kian’s voice carried a hint of bitterness. “As long as he treats you well, I can bear it.” Serena snuggled closer into his chest, her voice softening. “Kian, you’re so good to me. Since I can’t marry you, this is the only way I can repay you…”

Before she could finish, Kian pressed his lips hard against hers. I had never seen this side of Kian. With me, he was always disciplined, distant, and composed. But here, he was desperate, wild, and out of control. The disgusting scene made me want to throw up. I turned around and walked out of the building. Back at the villa, I ripped down every single wedding photo from the walls, smashed the frames, and threw them into the fireplace, watching them burn to ash. Kian didn’t come home that night. Serena posted a new update on her Instagram. Against a background of expensive silver fireworks, a pile of limited-edition designer bags and jewelry was on display. The caption read: [Someone decided to celebrate my birthday early. Just the two of us.] In the corner of the photo, a silver cufflink in the shape of a wolf’s head was visible. It was a custom-made coming-of-age gift I had personally designed for Kian. I let out a cold laugh and liked the post. Then, I turned off my phone and went back to packing my bags. The next morning, Kian finally called to explain. “Lyra, there was an emergency at the mine yesterday. I was working until 3:00 AM. It was too late, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept at the office.” “Yeah, it’s fine. Work comes first.” He let out a sigh of relief. “You’re the best, babe. I’ll have my driver pick you up for the birthday party tonight. Make sure to dress up beautifully.” After hanging up, I stood in front of the mirror. Looking at my exhausted face and my heavily swollen belly that could no longer fit into any elegant dress, I laughed at myself. Dress up? For what? No matter what I wore, I could never compete with the girl in his heart. That evening, the driver dropped me off at the birthday gala. Serena stood in the center of the crowd, her curves hugged by a stunning silver-white gown, surrounded by the luxury jewelry Kian had bought her. The moment I walked in wearing a loose, plain maternity dress, the surrounding wolves threw throwing-shade looks at me. Kian frowned, a flash of annoyance in his eyes. “Why did you wear that? I told you to dress up.” “None of my dresses fit anymore,” I said flatly. His expression softened slightly, but he quickly turned back to network with the Alphas of other packs. Serena walked over with a fake, sweet smile, grabbing my arm and offering to take me to the second-floor VIP lounge to rest. The moment the door closed, her fake smile vanished. She looked me up and down like I was a piece of trash. “Lyra, look at you. Pregnancy really ruined you, didn’t it?” “But I bet you didn’t know… the baby in your belly actually belongs to me.” “Kian couldn’t bear to see me suffer through pregnancy. He wanted our child to inherit the Ashford Pack legitimately, so he used you, the precious daughter of the Goldvein Pack, as a incubator.” “You should really thank me. If I hadn’t given you this chance, you wouldn’t even be the Luna of this pack. He wouldn’t even look at you!” I shook with anger. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face went completely pale. A malicious glint flashed in her eyes. She grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and splashed it all over her own dress. Then, she let out a piercing scream. The door was kicked open. Kian rushed in and immediately pulled Serena into his arms. He glared at me, his eyes blazing with fury. “Lyra! What the hell are you doing?” “Serena was nice enough to bring you up here to rest, and you throw wine at her? You said you let go of the past, so why are you acting like a psycho now?” Serena whimpered in his arms, covering her face. “Kian, don’t blame Lyra… I just wanted to clear the air. I joked about wanting to be the baby’s godmother…” “But she… forget it. It was my fault for what happened with Caleb years ago. Just let this be my apology to her.” Kian’s face was terrifyingly dark. “Lyra, apologize to Serena. Right now.” I looked him dead in the eye. “Apologize? Shouldn’t the two of you be apologizing to me instead?”

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For the entire year after our daughter was born, my husband slept in the guest room. For our baby’s safety, I installed a 24-hour security camera in the master bedroom. One night, while my husband was in the shower, his phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Snapchat notifications. I had never once snooped through his phone. But in that exact moment, possessed by some strange instinct, I picked it up. In his chat history, he sent a short clip from our bedroom security camera and a message to the same contact almost every single night after midnight. “Look, I didn’t touch her tonight.” “Don’t worry. I feel sick to my stomach just looking at her. Nothing is going to happen between us.” In those videos, there was me, in the middle of the night, hair messy, holding our crying baby and pacing back and forth in the dark bedroom. There was me, weeping with guilt and exhaustion because our baby was sick. There was even footage of me, half-dressed, breastfeeding in the dark. All of my late-night breakdowns, my loneliness, and my struggles were captured in high definition by that camera. The camera I bought solely to keep our daughter safe. In that moment, it became a double-edged sword piercing through my heart. It was a loyalty test my husband handed to another woman.

I had never checked Ethan’s phone before, so he naturally didn’t have the habit of deleting his chat history. I scrolled up, watching the timeline of their romance unfold. It started with: “Great job on today’s pitch. Get some rest.” Then it became: “What are you up to? I can’t really sleep.” Then came the confession: “From now on, you have a boyfriend.” And after that, it was video after video of me looking exhausted in the middle of the night, followed by Ethan’s reassuring promises. “Don’t worry, I’m sleeping in the study room. I didn’t touch her.” My hands shook so violently that I could barely hold the phone. So this was what it felt like to spy on your husband’s love story with another woman. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. I marked the messages as “unread” to hide my tracks, and calmly placed the phone back exactly where it had been. Ethan walked over to me, drying his wet hair with a towel. “Why are you still sitting in the living room? Not tired today, Chloe?” I looked up at him. From eighteen to twenty-eight, a whole decade. I had loved this man for ten years. Seeing that I didn’t answer, Ethan set his towel down and sat beside me. “Why do you look so pale?” “Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go to the clinic?” I took a deep breath. “Ethan, sleep in the master bedroom tonight.” Ethan had to work. After our daughter was born, to make sure he got enough rest, I was the one who suggested he move into the guest room. He was reluctant at first, but over time, we both got used to sleeping apart. This was the first time I had asked him to move back. Ethan froze, seemingly caught off guard by my request. “Why… why the sudden change?” His evasiveness made my heart sink a little further. Perhaps worried that I would get upset, Ethan softened his voice. “Chloe, you know the company is launching a major project right now. I’ve been exhausted lately.” “Plus, I have to work late on my laptop at night sometimes. You’re already drained from taking care of the baby, and Lily is still so small.” “I’m just afraid I’ll wake you guys up and ruin your sleep.” The warmth in Ethan’s eyes was so thick it could almost overflow, and every word he said sounded like it was purely for the sake of me and our daughter. It was the exact same caring husband I had known for the past ten years. If I hadn’t just seen his Snapchat logs, I would have believed every single word.

But now, I just wanted to scream in his face. Really? Is that really what you think? But it wasn’t the right time yet. I forced a smile. “Whatever you think is best.” The moment those words left my mouth, Ethan visibly relaxed. He stood up. “Alright, Chloe. I still have some emails to reply to. I’ll head to the study.” “Get some rest. It’s getting late.” I nodded and didn’t say another word. Only when the study door closed and he completely disappeared from my sight did my tensed shoulders drop. Huge tears splashed down my face. Ethan. Our daughter is only one year old. How could you bear to destroy this family? The next morning, Ethan left for work as usual. After I finished Lily’s morning feeding, I finally started to wash up and look at myself in the mirror. The woman in the glass still had the same face, but her eyes had lost their spark, worn down by the endless cycle of motherhood. Not only that. As a breastfeeding mom, I had barely stepped out of the house over the past year. I lived in baggy pajamas, spent my days makeup-free, and devoted every second of my life to our daughter. Like a flash of lightning, a phrase from Ethan’s chat history echoed in my mind. “I feel sick to my stomach just looking at her.” My chest tightened. I walked into the walk-in closet and sat down at the vanity. I hadn’t put on makeup in over a year. My hands were a bit clumsy, but the muscle memory was still there. Soon, the tired face in the mirror became radiant and striking. I wasn’t trying to prove anything to anyone. But if a woman sacrifices her life to build a home and raise a child, that sacrifice should never become a man’s cheap gossip. And it should never be the weapon a husband uses to humiliate his wife. After putting on a nice dress and doing my makeup, I dressed Lily up and called our driver. “Leo, can you come pick me up?” “I want to drop by Ethan’s office.” Before heading over, I bought boxes of pastries and a tray of iced lattes from Starbucks. Ethan and I had co-founded this design firm right after college. Many of the senior employees still remembered me. But after the company got on the right track and I got pregnant, I gradually stepped back from operations, leaving Ethan in full control. The moment I stepped inside, the receptionist recognized me instantly. “Chloe! What brings you here today?” “Oh my god, is this your daughter? She is absolutely adorable!” I smiled and asked Leo to bring in the drinks and pastries. “Go ahead and share these with everyone. You guys have been working so hard, take a quick coffee break.” The moment I walked into the open office area, the team gathered around me. “Chloe! We missed you so much!” “You always know how to treat us. I desperately needed a sugar rush today.” Inside his private office, Ethan heard the commotion. The second he opened his door, he saw me standing in the center of the crowd, holding our baby. I didn’t miss the flash of pure amazement in his eyes when he looked at my makeup and outfit. He walked over quickly and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist. “What are you doing here today, babe?” Several senior staff members gave us knowing smiles, turning to explain to the newer hires who didn’t know me. “You guys don’t know? This is our co-founder. She used to run the creative department here.” “Look at them. Don’t Chloe and Ethan look perfect together? And their daughter is so beautiful. Ethan really won at life.”

“Seriously, how does Chloe still look like a college student after having a baby? Her figure is perfect, and her skin is glowing. I’m so jealous.” I smiled and chatted with them, but my eyes were casually scanning the room. Feeling the arm around my waist loosen slightly, I followed Ethan’s gaze and landed on a young girl in the crowd who was forcing a smile. She had fair skin and a delicate, pretty face. An employee handed her a coffee. “Here, Maya, grab one. This is a treat from Chloe.” “By the way, you’ve been here less than a year so you haven’t met Chloe yet. This is our boss’s wife. Isn’t she gorgeous?” A flicker of humiliation crossed Maya’s eyes, but she forced herself to nod. I turned to look at Ethan beside me. He was still smiling, but the anxiety in his eyes was painfully obvious. We had been together for ten years. How could I not read him? I smiled at the team. “Alright guys, I just wanted to drop by and say hi.” “I’m going to take the baby home now so you all can get back to work.” Ethan walked me to the elevator and waved with a warm smile. Only when the elevator doors fully closed did his face disappear from my sight. The elevator went down to the first floor. The doors opened and closed, but I didn’t step out. I took a deep breath, and pressed the button for the 18th floor—where Ethan’s office was. The moment the elevator doors slid open again, I saw Ethan anxiously pulling Maya into the stairwell. Nobody noticed me. I softened my steps and crept toward the stairwell door. Ethan had Maya pressed against the wall. The usually calm, successful CEO was now in a complete panic. “Maya, please don’t get the wrong idea. I swear I had no idea she was coming today.” “Please don’t shut me out, okay? I’m literally losing my mind here.” The girl kept her head down. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see her tears splashing onto the floor. Ethan took a deep breath, looking completely helpless as he pulled her into his arms, whispering sweet nothings to comfort her. Listening to his soothing words, for some bizarre reason, I actually wanted to laugh. But as I smiled, hot tears slipped down my face. I knew Ethan. He was the kind of person who could never let a misunderstanding drag on to the next day. In the past, whenever I was upset, he wouldn’t care if I was yelling at him; he would immediately do whatever it took to make things right. “Chloe, my sweet Chloe, you know me.” “Please don’t ignore me. If you don’t talk to me, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” I had anticipated this exact scene back in his office, which was why I had come right back up. But even though I was mentally prepared, seeing it with my own eyes made my heart sink into a dark abyss. I wiped the tears from my face, held my daughter tighter, and walked back into the elevator. After getting home and putting Lily to sleep, I sat frozen on the balcony sofa, watching the sky fade into darkness. When Ethan finally got home, I was still sitting in the exact same spot, motionless. Ethan walked over, knelt in front of me, and looked up at my face. “What’s wrong? Why haven’t you changed out of your nice clothes yet?” I blinked, finally focusing my eyes on him. After a long silence, I stood up and walked toward the closet. “It’s been so long since I put on makeup and wore a nice dress. I guess I was just reluctant to let it go.” Reluctant to let go of my daughter’s father, reluctant to let go of this home. Ethan didn’t catch the double meaning in my words. He chuckled, walked up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me. “My Chloe looks beautiful in anything.”

He leaned down, trying to find my lips. That movement instantly brought back the scene in the stairwell. I turned my head slightly, dodging his kiss. “I’m really tired today.” Ethan froze. I was the one who asked him to sleep in the master bedroom yesterday, and now I was rejecting him. But I had no energy left to deal with his emotions. I grabbed my pajamas and went straight into the bathroom. After showering, I walked out and saw Ethan sitting on the sofa, working on his laptop. I walked over to him. “Tomorrow is Friday. Let’s go to your parents’ place for dinner.” “They must miss the baby.” Ethan was focused on his screen and didn’t even look up. “Yeah, we should definitely visit. Wait for me at home tomorrow, I’ll leave work early to pick you guys up.” “Chloe, you always handle everything so well. I’m so lucky to have you.” I didn’t reply. I turned and walked into the master bedroom. A second before closing the door, I took one last, long look at Ethan. The man I had loved for ten years. Ethan. This is the last day. The next afternoon, before five o’clock, Ethan and I arrived at his parents’ house. Perhaps because Ethan had called them in advance, the delicious aroma of home-cooked food was already wafting from the kitchen. My mother-in-law happily took Lily from my arms. “You guys haven’t visited in two weeks! I missed Lily so much.” “If you hadn’t come this weekend, your father and I were about to drive over to your place.” I smiled and walked into the living room with Ethan. My father-in-law poked his head out from the kitchen. “Chloe, sit down! Dinner is almost ready.” “I made your favorite roasted salmon today. You have to eat a lot!” Seeing how warm they were, I could barely hold back my tears. Ethan and I met at our freshman orientation week. It was love at first sight for him, and he pursued me relentlessly. On the day he confessed his feelings to me under the sunset by the campus soccer field, I revealed my deepest scar to someone for the first time. “I’m an orphan, Ethan. I don’t have parents. I grew up in a foster home, and I’m only in college because of student loans.” “Don’t waste your time on me. A lot of families would mind my background.” Poverty and being an orphan were the heavy burdens of my eighteen-year-old self. I thought he would be scared away. Instead, his eyes filled with pure tenderness, and he stumbled over his words. “I like you. What does your family background have to do with us?” “And don’t worry about my parents. They’ve always wanted a daughter. They are the sweetest people ever, I promise. No pressure.” “Chloe, I just need to know one thing right now. Do you like me?” The eighteen-year-old boy’s face was flushed, filled with anticipation and shyness. As if under a spell, I nodded. And Ethan hadn’t lied to me. His parents were indeed the best people. Over the years, they never once looked down on me for being an orphan. They never took advantage of the fact that I didn’t have a family to back me up. They treated me like their own daughter and spoiled their granddaughter. But now. This family was about to fall apart. My mother-in-law was the first to notice something was off with my expression. While playing with Lily in her lap, she asked as if it were just a casual thought: “Are you two still sleeping in separate rooms?” I didn’t expect her to bring this up, and I froze. Ethan stammered, unable to find an answer.

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During the Super Bowl final, my husband, Marcus, suddenly suggested we make a bet. Watching the game reach its halftime mark, he said casually, “If the Eagles win, we get a divorce. What do you say?” The Eagles were leading by a landslide. They were bound to take home the championship ring tonight. I stared blankly at the TV screen, my mind drifting back to an Instagram post I had seen just this afternoon, uploaded by Marcus’s secretary, Hailey. [Mr. Marcus said that if the Eagles win tonight, he will finally take our relationship public. Perfect timing, because I have a little surprise waiting for him too! ] The “surprise” Hailey mentioned was a photo of a positive pregnancy test showing she was two months along. Remembering the sweet, pampering messages Marcus had left under her post to make her happy, I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. With only one minute left on the clock before the game ended, I spoke in a quiet voice. “Okay. I’ll take that bet.” The game ended. Around us, the screams and cheers of our friends watching the game were deafening. Only Marcus and I sat in a silence that felt completely out of place. Marcus froze, looking at me in surprise. I looked at the final score on the screen. Then, I said softly, “You won.” He was always going to win this bet. I didn’t want to fight it anymore. “Marcus, I agree to the divorce.” In our five-year marriage war, he had finally won. On the drive back, Hailey sent Marcus a Snapchat voice note, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Marcus! The Eagles actually won! Does this mean we can finally tell everyone about us?” The voice note played out loud by accident. Every single word fell clearly into my ears. Marcus instinctively glanced at me through the rearview mirror. But he only saw me staring out the window, completely expressionless. He cleared his throat. “It was just a random bet before the game started. I was just trying to make her happy.” “But…” Marcus paused, his tone turning somewhat indifferent. “Since I’ve been with her for so long, I guess it really is time to marry her.” I gave a quiet “Hmm.” “Have your lawyer draft the papers.” Seemingly not expecting me to agree so easily, Marcus was slightly taken aback. Then he said, “There’s no need to rush it like this.” I met his gaze calmly. “We wouldn’t want to delay your big announcement. It’s better to sign the papers as soon as possible.” “After all, she’s been waiting quite eagerly.” I wasn’t lying. Hailey had been with him for three years, but she had never gotten the chance to show him off publicly. As long as Marcus and I were married, he couldn’t bear to let Hailey be labeled a homewrecker. Marcus stared at my face, trying to read my expression. But I was too exhausted. I just closed my eyes. I didn’t want to say another word. As we neared the house, Marcus suddenly said, “The power went out at Hailey’s place. She’s terrified of the dark. I need to go over and keep her company.” “Okay, just drop me off at the next intersection,” I said, not even looking at him. I was already too used to this. Marcus hesitated. Only after I stepped out of the car did he say, “I might not come back tonight.” I nodded, my face completely calm. “Okay.” After Marcus’s car drove away, I stood on the sidewalk for a while. My phone buzzed. It was a Snapchat message from my best friend, Amber. [Did you and Marcus leave early? I can’t find you guys at the party.] Marcus had hesitated for a long time about coming to this game tonight. Maybe out of guilt, or maybe remorse, he had still ended up coming with me. I replied to Amber. [Yeah, we’re getting a divorce.] Amber replied instantly. [Because of Hailey? Why won’t that girl just disappear?] [She’s just a secretary! Has Marcus lost his mind?] Maybe he had. I didn’t know when things had started to change between Marcus and me. When did it begin? Probably when his work got “too busy,” and we talked less and less. He stopped sharing the funny little details of his day with me. His replies to my messages took longer and longer. Strangely, the thought of divorce didn’t make me sad. Instead, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. We had known each other for eight years and been married for five. This marriage, which had kept me awake for countless painful nights, was finally coming to an end. Just then, a voice note from Marcus came through. “Go to bed early.” Marcus always had this habit of slapping me first and then giving me a sweet treat. I was used to this way of living, too. Back home, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling drained. I stared numbly at the empty house. I don’t know how much time passed before my phone lit up again. It was a notification for an Instagram update from Hailey. I clicked on it. It was her relationship “hard launch” post. [Congrats to the Eagles for winning the championship! Mr. Marcus won his bet. Family of three, finally together! ] The photo showed two hands overlapping on top of a pregnancy report. My hand automatically drifted to my own stomach. My own medical report from yesterday’s checkup was still sitting in my purse. Four weeks pregnant. It was my second pregnancy. I lowered my eyes, exited Hailey’s post, and pulled up my lawyer’s contact details. [Please draft the divorce agreement for me as quickly as possible.]

Marcus didn’t come home for three consecutive days. Hailey posted on her Instagram constantly. It didn’t look like she was sharing her life; it felt like she was specifically targeting me. Amber was absolutely furious after seeing Hailey’s posts. Her voice over the phone was shaking with anger on my behalf. “Who does this Hailey think she is? She’s literally just a side chick! Why is she acting so proud?” “Is Marcus blind? What does she have that you don’t?” I had asked myself that question many times. Was Marcus bad to me? No. He remembered all my preferences, my birthday, and every single anniversary. When I was sick, he would stay up all night taking care of me. If I casually mentioned wanting to go on a trip, he would drop everything to go with me. Whatever I wanted, he gave me. Could I say he never loved me? No, I couldn’t. I had seen the way his eyes used to light up whenever he looked at me. I took a sip of water and looked out the window. “Who knows? But it doesn’t matter anymore.” The divorce papers were ready. I was just waiting for Marcus to come back and sign them. I smiled to comfort Amber. “Alright, let’s just enjoy our dinner. Don’t let them ruin your mood.” When I texted Marcus, it was Hailey who picked up the FaceTime call. She had a sweet, mocking smile on her face. “Chloe, Marcus is making a prenatal meal for me right now. I’ll let him know you called when he’s done~” A prenatal meal? Marcus used to nag me about being too skinny and not eating right. To make sure I got enough nutrition, he used to cook almost every single meal for me himself. But after he met Hailey, he never had the heart for it again. His mind and eyes were now completely filled with Hailey. Before I could even reply, Hailey sent me a photo. It was a shot of Marcus from behind, wearing an apron and working busy in the kitchen. “Chloe, Marcus is really stretched thin right now.” “I told him what you said, and he knows about it now~” Marcus came back very late that night. Seeing me sitting on the couch, his hand paused as he took off his coat. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” He acted as if nothing had happened. His tone was warm and familiar. “It’s really late.” My voice was flat. “I was waiting for you.” Marcus walked over, and I pushed the signed divorce papers toward him. “I’ve already signed. Since you cheated, we aren’t splitting the assets 50/50. I’ve had all our marital property calculated, including the money you spent on Hailey. I get seventy percent, you get thirty.” Marcus frowned. “Chloe, aren’t you being a bit too greedy?” Greedy? I actually felt it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to argue with him. “You cheated. Me taking this much is only fair.” After a long silence, Marcus was the first to look away. He sat down, grabbed a pen, and signed his name on the papers. I took my copy immediately. Marcus opened his mouth to say something. But I turned around and walked upstairs without looking back. Halfway up the stairs, I stopped. I turned around to remind him, “We need to file this at the family court tomorrow morning.” “After all, there is still a thirty-day waiting period.” Marcus frowned deeply. He opened his mouth. “Are you really in that much of a rush?” I finished his sentence for him. “The sooner we file, the sooner your child stops being an illegitimate kid.” “Isn’t that what you want?”

Marcus froze. Seeing how calm I was, he hesitated before speaking. “You know about the baby?” Marcus let out a breath and tried to explain: “I only found out today what Hailey meant by her ‘surprise’.” “I honestly didn’t expect her to be pregnant.” There was nothing left to explain. I ignored him and was about to continue upstairs. Suddenly, a wave of intense nausea hit my throat. I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom. Marcus followed me in, looking frantic. He knelt down beside me, rubbing my back. “Why are you throwing up so badly?” I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. “Do we need to go to the hospital?” Marcus asked. I didn’t look at him. “No.” He hesitated for a moment. “If you’re not feeling well, we can put off the divorce for a bit.” I took a large step past him and walked out. “There’s no need to delay.” Back in my room, I pulled that crumpled pregnancy report from my purse. Two months ago, Marcus had come home drunk and slept with me, whispering Hailey’s name. I hadn’t expected to get pregnant from that. I paused, balled up the report, and threw it into the trash can. The next morning at nine, Marcus and I met outside the family court. After filing the papers, we had to wait out the thirty-day waiting period before we could officially get our divorce certificate. “I can drive you back,” Marcus said. I had taken an Uber here this morning. A bad car accident years ago had left me with severe trauma, and I hadn’t driven since. Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. It was Hailey. I kept my head down, opening my Uber app. “Hailey, what’s wrong?” Marcus kept his voice low. But Hailey’s voice was loud enough to leak through the receiver. “Marcus, how did it go with Chloe?” Marcus told her about the thirty-day waiting period. Hailey giggled. “Okay, are you coming over later? The baby and I really miss you.” Marcus glanced at me. He hesitated, but that hesitation only lasted three seconds before he agreed. “Okay.” Marcus could never say no to Hailey. If Hailey wanted to see him, he would go. Hanging up, Marcus looked at me with some embarrassment. “About Hailey…” I cut him off, not even raising my head from my phone. “Don’t worry about it. Go to her.” My Uber had just arrived. I didn’t look back at Marcus as I opened the door and got into the car. On my way home, Amber sent me a link to a social media post. I clicked on it and realized it was Hailey’s. Amber’s voice notes were practically vibrating with rage. “Chloe, this Hailey is absolutely shameless! What does she mean by ‘there was no love left in your marriage’? What does she mean by ‘the one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker’? Does she have no shame?” “I tried to call her out in the comments, but she blocked me.” “And Marcus, that spineless jerk…” Amber was truly hurting for me. By the end of her voice note, her voice was cracking. I comforted her before clicking back to read the post. The comment section was already flooded with thousands of replies. I saw the thread where Amber had argued with Hailey. Many internet users were dragging Hailey in the replies. As I scrolled down, I saw Marcus’s account had left a comment: [Our marriage was already broken, and we are currently in the middle of divorce proceedings. My girlfriend is not a homewrecker.] I stared at that sentence for a very long time. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. What a beautifully worded statement. Suddenly, I remembered the promise Marcus made the day he proposed. He had held up three fingers, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. In front of all our friends, he swore, “If I, Marcus, ever do anything to hurt Chloe, may God strike me down on the spot.” Back then, I never believed Marcus could ever betray me. The moment he slipped the engagement ring onto my finger, his eyes were red as he kissed the back of my hand. “You’ve finally gone from my girlfriend to my fiancée. My heart can finally rest easy.” Unfortunately, his promises were worthless. Changing my status from girlfriend to fiancée, and then to legal wife, didn’t protect me at all. He had still betrayed me. I gave Marcus’s comment a “like” and closed the app. Once I got home, I started packing my things. Marcus had designed this house himself, but I had handpicked all the furniture. I had too many things, and they ended up filling three large suitcases. I didn’t know when Marcus had come back home. Passing by the master bedroom, he stopped. His brows knitted together. “You’re moving out right now?” I lifted my suitcase, not sparing him a glance. “This house belongs to you. If I don’t move out, how is she supposed to move in?” “I never planned on having Hailey move in here,” Marcus said. “She’s perfectly fine living at her place. You don’t have to rush to move out.” “Chloe, you don’t need to throw a tantrum like this. You agreed to the divorce too.” My hands paused. I wanted to laugh. He had already won the bet he was destined to win, so why was he still acting like this? Marcus had wanted this divorce for a long time; I was the one who had been holding on too tightly. But seeing his protective attitude toward Hailey made me realize how tired I was. I was so tired that letting go actually felt like a relief. I looked at Marcus. “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” “I’m just making room for her.” Marcus remained silent, his mind seemingly elsewhere. Suddenly, he asked me: “Chloe, don’t you find this exhausting?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We lost that spark we had when we were dating a long time ago. I’m used to having you around, but I can’t find that excitement anymore.” “With Hailey, I actually feel like I’m in a relationship again.” “Every day, you do the exact same things. Your whole life just revolves around me.” “Don’t you get sick of it?” He closed his eyes. “Chloe, I got tired of this kind of life a long time ago.” I stared at Marcus. Suddenly, I couldn’t find any words to say. I had imagined many reasons, but I never expected that Marcus was simply “bored” of our life. He was used to my presence, yet I could no longer stir any feelings in him. With one casual sentence, he had completely shattered everything we had built. I suddenly laughed. “You’re right. It is pretty exhausting.” Marcus was silent for a moment. “Divorce is the best outcome for both of us.” Marcus walked back to his room. I sat on the bed, staring into space for a long time. The next morning, I hired movers to take my luggage away. Just as I reached the door, Marcus called out to me. His tone sounded relieved. “If you ever need help with anything in the future, feel free to ask.” I didn’t reply and walked straight out. On the very night I moved out, Hailey moved in. She even posted a status on Snapchat. It was just a simple “New home! ” caption alongside a photo of her suitcases. Just a day ago, Marcus had said he wouldn’t let Hailey move in. The second I left, he couldn’t wait to bring her over. Hailey even sent me a provocative text message. “Chloe, Marcus said that since I’m pregnant, I should live with him so he can take better care of me. Otherwise, if something bad happens like when you were pregnant, it would be awful.” “Since you and Marcus are getting divorced anyway, you won’t mind, right?” My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. In our third year of marriage, I had gotten pregnant. Later, when I went to Marcus’s office, I walked in on him kissing Hailey. Because of the shock, I tripped, fell, and suffered a miscarriage. Marcus never mentioned Hailey after that incident, and he spent two weeks taking care of me. I lowered my eyes and typed back: [Does being a homewrecker make you feel that proud?] Five minutes later, Marcus called. “Hailey is just childish. You don’t need to take her words to heart, and there’s no need to argue with her.” “About her moving in… I thought about it. She’s a pregnant girl living alone, which isn’t safe, so I brought her here to take care of her.” I laughed. Hearing my laugh, Marcus went silent. “Don’t worry, I won’t lower myself to her level. She’s just a child, so take good care of her. Also, you don’t need to explain anything to me. We are divorced.” Without giving Marcus a chance to speak, I hung up. My hand rested on my stomach. Without any hesitation, I opened my phone and booked an appointment for an abortion. The day the waiting period ended, Marcus and I finalized our divorce. Walking out of the courthouse, Marcus called my name. I didn’t answer, nor did I stop my pace. I got straight into my Uber and left. As soon as Marcus got home, he received a text message from an unknown number. He frowned as he opened and zoomed in on the picture. When he saw the words clearly, his entire body went rigid.

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My roommate was an extreme eco-warrior. During a brutal 104°F heatwave, she locked the AC remote in her drawer. “We are supposed to sweat in the summer anyway. Just bear with it. Think of it as your contribution to saving Mother Earth.” That night, there wasn’t a single breeze coming through the window. Our dorm room felt exactly like an active pizza oven. My head was spinning from the suffocating heat, and sweat was dripping off me in sheets. When I tried to find the key to the drawer, she climbed onto a chair and used scissors to snip the AC’s power cord right in half. “Can’t you see Mother Nature is throwing up a fever? You selfish brat, all you care about is producing greenhouse gases.” In my past life, this was the exact night that kicked off a massive wave of cyberbullying against me at school. Everyone called me a spoiled, privileged princess who had zero empathy for the planet. They praised her as a hero with a noble mission. Ultimately, the extreme heat triggered my myocardial ischemia, sending me into cardiogenic shock. While I was dying, she cried on a TikTok Live, telling her followers that I only collapsed because I ate too much “processed industrial junk food” and had a weak body. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very first day of the semester. She was currently shoving the AC remote into her drawer. Her eyes were red as she looked at me and said, “Norah, being a little warm isn’t going to kill you.” Without a word, I grabbed my phone and my medical records, and walked straight to the housing office. “Mrs. Taylor, I need to apply for an emergency transfer to a single room.”

If she wanted to play a martyr, she could do it alone. I actually valued my life. Mrs. Taylor, the housing coordinator, looked up from her desk. Her freshman registration list was only half-finished. “Norah? You just checked in today and you’re already asking for a single room?” I placed my official medical documents on her desk. “Mrs. Taylor, I have a severe history of myocardial ischemia. Extreme heat can easily trigger a life-threatening cardiogenic shock for me.” “Right now, my roommate, Sienna Vance, has locked up the AC remote and is refusing to let us use any electricity, including personal fans.” The office went dead silent for a second. The student assistant sorting papers next to her stopped, wiped a thick bead of sweat from his forehead, and looked up in disbelief. “It’s literally 104 degrees outside today. She’s not letting you use the AC?” Mrs. Taylor frowned. “Norah, dorm conflicts should be resolved through communication first. The paperwork for a single room transfer takes time. It can’t be approved today.” Suddenly, a soft, pitiful, trembling voice came from the doorway. “Mrs. Taylor, this isn’t a conflict. This is a spiritual journey.” Sienna was standing by the door, clutching our dorm’s AC remote tightly to her chest. She was wearing a faded, oversized linen dress. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her eyes were so red she looked like she had just been terribly bullied. “Mrs. Taylor, she wants to drain the very blood of our planet.” The assistant’s hand froze halfway through wiping his forehead. Mrs. Taylor looked at the plastic remote in Sienna’s hands. “Why do you have the AC remote?” Sienna immediately hugged the remote tighter, as if it were some sacred relic. “This machine is evil. Every breath of artificial cold air it spits out is a loan taken against the lifespan of our mountains and rivers.” “Mother Nature is crying in pain.” As she spoke, tears began to stream down her face. “I know everyone thinks I’m crazy. But I just want this world to stop being poisoned by modern industrial civilization.” By now, a few other freshmen had gathered in the hallway, whispering. “I mean, she’s a bit extreme, but her heart is in the right place, right?” someone muttered. Others started looking at me with judging eyes. That familiar, suffocating pressure tightened around my chest. It was exactly like my past life. The moment Sienna started crying and brought out her grand, dramatic speeches about saving the planet, everyone automatically assumed she was the victim. When I said my heart couldn’t take the heat, they called me dramatic. When I said she unplugged the fans, they said natural air was healthier anyway. When I complained that she turned our room into a sauna, they said she was just deeply compassionate. Even when I was finally lying in an ICU bed, hooked up to a ventilator and unable to speak, people on the school forum were still debating if I “lacked social responsibility.” This time, I didn’t bother explaining myself to the crowd. I kept my eyes on Mrs. Taylor. “Mrs. Taylor, I’m not here to judge her beliefs.” “I am simply requesting to not live with her.” Sienna’s sobbing paused for a fraction of a second. She looked up, her sweat and tears sticking her eyelashes together. “Norah, are you really that addicted to material comfort?” I replied flatly, “I have a heart condition.” Looking deeply hurt by my “ignorance,” she took a step back, her face full of disappointment. “But children in underdeveloped countries live without electricity every single day, and they survive. Why can’t you?” I flipped my medical report open and pointed directly at the doctor’s warning: Avoid extreme heat and high-stress situations. “Because I want to live.” The office fell completely silent. Mrs. Taylor stared at my medical records. Her brow furrowed, and her expression turned incredibly serious. “A single room request requires us to verify vacancy, and it has to go through both the department head and housing logistics.” Sienna immediately sniffled and took a step forward. “Mrs. Taylor, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this.” “I will do my best to guide Norah with love. I want to help her experience the joy of detoxing through natural sweat. Mother Nature will heal her heart.” I looked at her. “I don’t need Mother Nature to heal me.” “And I don’t need your guidance.”

The single room wasn’t approved on the spot. Mrs. Taylor said she had to call housing services to check for empty beds and submit a formal request to the dean. Hearing that the administration was getting involved, Sienna’s tears fell even faster. “Please don’t escalate this to the dean. They’ll just think I’m causing trouble again.” A student in the hallway chimed in, feeling sorry for her. “Mrs. Taylor, maybe they should just go back and talk it out?” “Yeah, the semester just started. Moving out on day one looks bad on their record.” “Exactly. Just bear with it for a couple of days, communication is key.” Mrs. Taylor looked at me. It wasn’t a look of favoritism—it was sheer helplessness. The university administration moved like a turtle, but peer pressure and moral high grounds traveled at the speed of light. Sienna knew exactly how to play this. Clutching the remote, she kept her voice just soft enough to sound fragile, but loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. “Norah, I just want you to let go of your greedy consumerism.” “The glaciers are melting. Polar bears don’t even have ice to stand on anymore.” “If we can’t even handle a little heat, how much longer does Earth have left?” In my past life, this was the exact moment I backed down. I had thought to myself that since it was only the first day of college, I shouldn’t make enemies. So, I followed her back to the dorm. That night, she locked away the remote, unplugged the fans, and told us to “listen to the beautiful hum of the summer cicadas.” I was trapped in that suffocating room until 4:00 AM. My heart was pounding like crazy, and my breathing sounded like a broken bellows. When I crawled to grab my emergency heart medication, she snatched it away, crying that “pharmaceuticals are toxic chemicals” that would ruin my “natural bodily magnetic field.” I ended up on the floor, gasping for air, clawing at the bedpost as my vision went black, until I finally lost consciousness. In this life, I took out my phone, laid it on the desk, and hit record. “Mrs. Taylor, I’m happy to follow the official housing protocol.” “But until my single room is approved, I will not be sleeping in that dorm. If the university cannot provide a temporary bed, I want a written statement from your office.” “A statement confirming that I have submitted proof of a severe heart condition, and that my current assigned dorm has an active hazard where a student is forcibly cutting off electricity and refusing to allow cooling.” The office went dead silent again. Sienna stopped crying. The way she looked at me now was no longer pitiful—she looked at me like I was an irredeemable sinner. Mrs. Taylor remained silent for a few seconds before picking up her desk phone and dialing the resident advisor line. “Hi, is this the RA for Hall B, Room 503? Please send someone up to check on that room immediately.” “A student reported that their roommate is refusing to let them use the AC or fans.” She listened to the person on the other end, her expression hardening. “Yes, I am serious. One of the residents has a severe heart condition and cannot be exposed to extreme heat.” Sienna suddenly lunged toward me. “Why do you have to blow everything out of proportion?!” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was dripping with self-righteous anger. “We could have finished this beautiful spiritual journey together!” Outside the door, several students had already raised their phones, recording us. I took a giant step back. “Get away from me. The smell of your sweat is making me nauseous.” Sienna bit her lip, tears instantly spilling over. “This is the scent of nature! How could you insult me like that?” Crying hysterically, she turned and ran out of the office, heading back to the dorm. Mrs. Taylor closed her eyes, grabbed her keys from the desk, and sighed. “Let’s go. Room 503.” When we arrived at Room 503, the door was slightly ajar. From inside, we could hear our other roommate, Chloe, sobbing hysterically. Mrs. Taylor pushed the door open. A wave of suffocating, sweltering heat hit us in the face, carrying a strange, sour, rotting stench. Sienna was standing right beneath the AC outlet, holding a pair of heavy-duty kitchen scissors. On the floor lay the severed end of the AC’s thick white power cord. She held her head high, looking like a martyr standing before a firing squad. “Since a locked remote wasn’t enough to stop your greed, I have permanently freed us from this path of sin.” Chloe was sitting on the floor, crying, clutching a small, unplugged portable insulin fridge in her arms. Inside the plastic case, several expensive vials of imported insulin had already turned cloudy and ruined from the heat. Chloe was shaking with pure rage, pointing a finger at Sienna. “Are you insane?! You unplugged my mini-fridge! That was my entire semester’s supply of insulin!” Sienna looked at the ruined medicine on the floor, her face filled with mock pity. “Chloe, such expensive medicine is a luxury of capitalism.” “Elderly people in remote villages fight through illnesses using only their inner strength. Material goods do not bring true health. Why don’t you try letting your own body fight the disease naturally?” Chloe’s face drained of all color. “I have Type 1 Diabetes! I will literally die without insulin!” Sienna sighed, shaking her head. “That’s only because you are too dependent on modern medicine. Mother Nature will give us—” “Screw your nature!” Chloe scrambled up from the floor, grabbed a heavy textbook from her desk, and hurled it straight at Sienna’s head. Sienna shrieked, ducking quickly behind Mrs. Taylor. “Mrs. Taylor! She’s attacking me! The synthetic toxins in her body have driven her mad!”

The hall RA and the campus maintenance worker arrived shortly after. The moment they stepped into 503, the oppressive heat forced them back a step. It was 2:00 PM. The temperature outside was a scorching 104°F. The dorm windows were wide open, letting the hot, heavy summer air rush inside. Worse, the dorm floor was completely soaked with puddles of water. The extreme heat combined with the standing water turned the room into a giant steam room. It was so humid and sticky that it was hard to breathe. The RA’s face turned pale. “Why is there water all over the floor? Did a pipe burst?” Sienna peeked out from behind Mrs. Taylor, looking entirely innocent. “No, I brought that water from the campus lake.” “I read online that splashing water on the floor cools down a room through evaporation. It’s an ancient, eco-friendly cooling method. Plus, natural lake water carries spiritual energy.” The maintenance worker stared at the smelly, murky lake water on the floor, trying his best not to scream. “Kid, ancient climates were different, and this is a closed dorm building!” “Throwing stagnant water on the floor in this heat will only skyrocket the humidity! Anyone staying in here is going to get heatstroke!” Sienna pouted. “Don’t let modern science blind you. Traditional human wisdom is never wrong.” Some students watching in the hallway gasped, while others looked at her determined face and began whispering. “I mean, it’s dumb… but she really did it to try and cool them down.” “She’s just not very smart, but her heart is in the right place.” “Yeah, she had good intentions.” Just then, our fourth roommate, Ashley, walked in from the balcony. Her neck was already covered in a bright red heat rash, and she looked completely drained. She glanced at the ruined insulin on the floor, then at the sweating Sienna, and sighed. “Chloe, Norah, just drop it.” “Sienna just moved here from a small, rural town. Maybe she doesn’t know any better. She’s just trying to help us connect with nature. She was literally sweating bullets earlier writing eco-friendly quotes by hand.” “Let’s just take a step back. Think of it as doing a good deed. We can survive a few hot days.” Here it was again. Good intentions. In my past life, this simple phrase—good intentions—was the shield that excused all the deadly harm she caused. Sienna’s eyes immediately filled with tears of gratitude as she looked at Ashley. “Ashley, thank you for understanding me. I just want to save everyone from the trap of consumerism.” I stared coldly at Ashley. “She cut the AC cord, ruined Chloe’s life-saving medicine, and tried to lock me—a heart patient—in a 104-degree steam room.” “And you call that good intentions?” Ashley shrunk back under my gaze, her voice dropping. “Well… she’s already crying. Do you have to push her to the edge?” Before I could reply, Sienna took a sudden step forward, pulled a dirty cloth pouch from her pocket, and carefully opened it. Inside was a small pile of crumpled, dirty bills and coins. “Chloe, Norah, I know you both come from privilege.” “This is $30 I made from recycling soda cans. I’m paying you back. Go buy some organic popsicles to cool down, just please stop hating me.” She held out the crumpled money with both hands, tears streaming down her face. With her faded dress and desperate posture, it looked exactly like I was some wealthy bully tormenting her. The whispers in the hallway shifted instantly. “Oh my god, she’s offering her recycling money. Is she serious?” “It’s just a little heat. College girls these days are so fragile.” “They need to learn to forgive.” Chloe stared at the thirty dollars, her body shaking with rage. Tears welled up in her eyes, but the heavy judgment from the crowd kept her from speaking a single word. Mrs. Taylor raised her voice, telling the crowd to disperse, before turning a cold look on Sienna. “Sienna Vance, destroying university property and ruining another student’s expensive medication cannot be resolved with thirty dollars. Come to my office. Now.” Sienna clutched the crumpled money to her chest like a martyr carrying her cross, looking back at me with a mix of pity and creepy fanaticism as she followed Mrs. Taylor out.

As expected, by that evening, the incident exploded on the university’s anonymous forum, Fizz. A post titled “Pure-hearted girl tries to save energy for the planet, gets bullied by wealthy roommates” was pinned right at the top. The post featured three photos. The first was Sienna, drenched in sweat, writing environmental quotes under a dim desk lamp. The second was a candid shot of her crying in the hallway, holding her crumpled thirty dollars. The third was of me, standing by with my arms crossed, looking cold and aloof—the perfect image of an arrogant, evil roommate. The caption was highly manipulative: “What is wrong with this world? Someone tries to protect the Earth through natural living, only to be forced to her knees to pay money by her spoiled roommates who can’t live without AC. Do poor people with beliefs not deserve to go to college?” The comment section was a toxic wasteland. “The girl with her arms crossed looks like a total bitch.” “It’s just AC. I grew up without it and I’m fine. Kids today are brainwashed by capitalism.” “I feel so bad for the eco-girl. Seeing her hold that money made me tear up.” “Expose the spoiled roommates! Avoid them at all costs!” When Ashley showed me her phone, her expression was incredibly awkward. “Norah, look… things are getting out of hand. Why don’t you and Chloe just forgive her? Post a public statement on Fizz, otherwise how are we going to face people in class?” Looking at the cropped, out-of-context photo, my chest tightened, and my heart rate began to spike erratically. In my past life, I was cyberbullied exactly like this. I had posted my medical reports, the cut AC cord, and Chloe’s ruined insulin. But nobody cared. They only wanted to remember Sienna’s sweating, innocent-looking face. They only wanted to believe in their perfect, impoverished saint. I took a deep breath and pushed the phone away. “She is the one lying online. Why should I be the one to apologize and forgive her?” Mrs. Taylor had set up a temporary bed for me in the RA’s first-floor duty office. “Maintenance will fix the AC cord tomorrow. You sleep here tonight. There’s a fan. Tomorrow morning, I’ll push the dean for your single room.” The office only had an old ceiling fan that squeaked loudly, blowing warm air around, but it was a million times better than the artificial lake sauna upstairs. At 2:00 AM, just as I was drifting off, a pungent, artificial floral scent hit my nose. It smelled like the cheapest, lowest-grade incense sticks from a dollar store, mixed with heavy, suffocating smoke. I began to cough violently. My heart rate instantly surged to 120 beats per minute, and my lungs screamed for oxygen. I struggled to open my eyes. Through the dim light from the hallway, I saw Sienna standing right by my bed. She was holding a metal tray with seven or eight cheap incense sticks burning at once, releasing thick clouds of blackish smoke. She was actively waving the smoke directly into my face. “What… what are you doing?!” I gasped, clutching my chest as I scrambled back. Sienna looked down at me with a terrifyingly gentle smile. “Norah, Ashley told me your heart was acting up. Your heart is beating fast because your mind is full of modern anxiety and greed.” “This is meditation incense. Breathe it in. This raw, natural smoke will quiet your mind, and your heart condition will heal itself.” The thick smoke rapidly filled the tiny, unventilated room. The 104-degree heat, combined with the toxic chemical fragrance and severe lack of oxygen, felt like a physical hand squeezing my heart. “Get… get out…” I reached out, trying to knock the tray from her hands. Sienna grabbed my wrist with shocking strength. Her eyes were wide and manic. “Norah, don’t reject nature’s gift! Breathe deep! Purge the industrial toxins from your body!” My vision began to blur, and a tearing pain ripped through my chest. A second before I completely lost consciousness, my fingers brushed against my phone on the pillow. With my very last bit of strength, I pressed the emergency SOS button. As the metal tray clattered loudly to the floor, I collapsed onto the bed. The last thing I heard was Sienna’s horrified, self-righteous shriek. “Norah! Why would you rather faint than accept Mother Nature’s blessing?!”

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My brother called me the family’s most boring person—because I always cried at his pranks. When he mashed gum into my hair, I cried. When he yanked my chair, fracturing my tailbone, I cried for two months flat on my stomach. Mom and Dad brushed it off. “Boys will be boys,” they said. “Learn to take a joke. You’re cold and unloving as an older sister.” So I stopped crying. Even when he piled food onto my plate at dinner, I forced a grateful smile. But he’d mixed in a heavy spoonful of peanut butter. The second I shut my bedroom door, invisible hands crushed my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Angry red hives erupted, burning like fire. I collapsed onto my bed, phone glowing in the dark. My Safari history showed one desperate search: “Can a peanut allergy kill you?” Consciousness faded. Through the wall, my brother laughed at his video game. In the living room, Mom and Dad watched a sitcom. No one cared what I did behind my closed door. No one knew their daughter was dying. In my next life, I don’t want to be a cruel joke’s punchline. I want to be treated like a human being. Even once. 1 “Ivy, come out and eat right now!” My mother’s voice pierced through the wooden door, dripping with irritation. I did not move. It was not because I was giving her the silent treatment. I physically could not move. My body felt like it was filled with wet cement. Every single muscle burned with a terrifying heat. I could feel the skin on my face stretching. My eyes were swollen shut into tiny, useless slits. My lips were completely engorged, so thick I could neither open nor close my mouth. My throat felt like someone had shoved burning coals down it. Every attempt to pull in oxygen felt like swallowing razor blades. “Ivy, are you deaf? I said dinner is ready!” She yelled again. Louder this time. I could hear the sharp edge of anger in her tone. Her patience was already gone. “Mom, she is just throwing a fit again.” My brother Cole’s voice drifted over from the dining table. He sounded entirely relaxed, like he was talking about the weather. “I just mixed a little peanut butter into her food. I just wanted to play a prank on her.” A prank. He said it so casually. As if sneaking peanut butter into the meal of someone with a deadly allergy was exactly the same as putting salt in a sugar bowl. Just a fun little science experiment. “Cole, you know your sister is allergic. Why would you do that?” My mother’s voice carried zero actual blame. It was just a mild, helpless complaint. “I just wanted to see what happened.” Cole sounded completely justified. “The books make it sound so scary. I bet they were just exaggerating.” “Alright, enough.” My mother cut him off. “Ivy, come out and eat your dinner. Stop being so petty with your brother.” I gave no response. I was not being stubborn. My tongue had swollen to twice its size. The entire inside of my mouth was inflamed. I tried to force my jaw open, but all that came out was a pathetic, muffled whimper. Like a stray cat that had just been hit by a car. “Ivy, I am warning you. Do not test my temper today.” My mother’s voice turned harsh. “If you refuse to eat, you are going to starve. Do not expect us to bring you a plate.” Her footsteps retreated from my door. The clinking of silverware against porcelain echoed from the living room. They had started eating. The perfect family of three. Without me. I lay paralyzed on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was a faint water stain right above me, shaped vaguely like a butterfly. I had stared at that stain countless times growing up. Whenever I felt overwhelmed, I would look at it until the tears stopped. But this time, the tears leaked out of my swollen eyes and rolled down my burning cheeks. Breathing was becoming impossible. I could hear the frantic pounding of my own heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Like someone desperately banging on a door that would never open. My phone slipped from my numb fingers and hit the carpet. I let my eyes fall shut. Whatever. Let it end. Nobody cared anyway. When my soul finally drifted out of my body, my very first thought was strangely calm. So this is what dying feels like. 2 Every ounce of pain and suffocation vanished in a split second. I floated up near the ceiling, looking down at my own body on the bed. The girl lying there had her head twisted at an unnatural angle. Her face was swollen beyond recognition. Her lips had turned a sickening shade of dark purple. Her arms were covered in a horrific rash. The phone lay discarded on the floor, the screen still brightly lit. The search engine was stuck on the very last thing I tried to read before I died. “Emergency first aid for anaphylactic shock.” I floated right through my bedroom door. I drifted through the solid wood that nobody had bothered to knock on. In the living room, my mother was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. The coffee table was covered in half eaten dishes. Roast chicken, a green bean casserole, and a bowl of mashed potatoes. There was a full plate sitting at my usual spot. My mother had not cleared it away. A fork was still resting on the edge of the plate. She had no idea I would never take another bite of food in my life. My father, David, sat beside her watching the evening news. The meteorologist on the screen was predicting heavy rain for tomorrow. “Ivy is still not coming out?” He asked casually, not even taking his eyes off the television. “Ignore her. You spoil her too much.” My mother kept her eyes glued to her screen, her thumb swiping mindlessly. “Cole just played a harmless joke on her. Is she really going to drag this out?” “Whether she is dragging it out or not, the kid is allergic. You know that.” My father’s tone was completely flat. No panic. No concern. He might as well have been saying the milk was expired. “How bad could an allergy really be? It is not like she drank rat poison.” My mother frowned in annoyance. “She is just dramatic. She has been like this since she was little. The second she does not get her way, she locks herself in her room.” “Look at Cole. He is such a bright, happy kid. But having her around forces him to walk on eggshells.” Floating nearby, I actually wanted to laugh. Cole walked on eggshells? He certainly did not look nervous when he used my toothbrush to scrub the toilet bowl. He laughed louder than anyone when he snuck to the breaker box and cut the hot water while I was showering in the dead of winter. I was the one living in that house like I was navigating a minefield. He lived like a king who could do whatever he pleased. The only difference was who our parents chose to believe. “Fine, I will go check on her.” My mother finally put her phone down and stood up from the couch. I drifted behind her as she walked to my bedroom door. She pushed it open just a crack. The room was pitch black. The curtains were drawn tight. She could barely make out a curled up silhouette on the mattress. “Ivy, are you coming out to eat or not?” I did not move. I was already dead. “Alright, stop faking it.” Her voice grew even more exasperated. “If you are not eating, I am throwing it away. Do not come crying to me that you are hungry at midnight.” She waited for three seconds. The figure on the bed gave no response. “You are absolutely infuriating.” She slammed the door shut. Her footsteps marched back down the hall. She left. She did not take two steps inside. She did not flip the light switch to look at my face. If she had, she would have seen my deep purple lips. She would have touched my hand and realized it was already turning cold. But she just stood at the threshold. Ten feet away. Tossed out a few annoyed words. And walked away. I hovered in the hallway, staring at the closed door. “Mom, is she still not coming out?” Cole chewed on a chicken wing, his mouth shining with grease. He glanced down the hall toward my room. “Who knows with her. She is just throwing a pity party.” My mother started clearing the table. She scraped the leftover chicken into the trash. She picked up my untouched plate, stared at it for a second. She hesitated briefly. Then scraped it right into the garbage too. “Is she seriously mad?” Cole’s voice held a tiny fraction of guilt. But it vanished instantly. “I literally just put a drop of peanut butter in her food. Is she really going to overreact this much?” “Overreact or not, you know she has that allergy.” My mother stacked the dirty plates and carried them to the sink. “Just do not do stuff like that again.” That was it. No punishment. No lecture. No screaming that he could have killed his sister. Just a casual “do not do that again”. Spoken with the exact same weight as telling him not to leave his dirty socks on the floor. I watched the whole exchange. My chest felt strange. A deep, hollow ache. I was already dead. I had no heartbeat. So why did it still hurt? 3 “Mom, do you think she is actually sick or something?” Cole’s voice dropped lower. “What could possibly be wrong with her?” My mother turned on the faucet. The loud rush of water drowned out her words. “Your sister has done this her whole life. The slightest inconvenience and she plays dead.” She paused to scrub a plate. “Remember when you pulled her chair out? She laid in bed for two months claiming she was hurt. And she was perfectly fine in the end, was she not?” My soul drifted into Cole’s bedroom. His dual monitors were glowing brightly. A multiplayer shooter game was paused on the screen. He was leaning back in his expensive gaming chair, a lollipop in his mouth. His phone buzzed. A text from his friend. “Yo, how is your sister?” Cole typed back quickly. “She is fine. Just playing dead for attention like always.” “Your mom didn’t chew you out?” “Nah, my mom knows she is just a drama queen.” “Nice. We will have to think of a better prank next time. Lol.” “Yeah, next time I am going to steal her final project so she fails her class.” “Lmaooo you are a menace.” I stared at the glowing chat bubbles. Something shattered deep inside my chest. It was not anger. It was something much colder than anger. It was absolute, suffocating despair. The realization that in their eyes, I was not even a human being. I was just a toy. A prop for their amusement. Something they could break without ever worrying about the consequences. Because my parents would never punish him. They would always, always take his side. I turned around and floated out of his room. I did not want to hear his laughter anymore. I did not want to know how else they planned to humiliate me. I was dead. None of this should matter to me anymore. But why did it still sting? Later that night, my mother came back to my door. This time, she knocked. “Ivy, come out and take your shower.” No response. “If you do not answer me, I am coming in.” Still no response. She pushed the door open. The room was pitch black. She reached her hand in and flicked the light switch. The bright overhead bulb flooded the room. My corpse was still lying exactly where I collapsed. My posture had not shifted an inch since the afternoon. My face was even more grotesquely swollen now. My lips were a horrifying, bruised plum color. My fingers were curled inward, stiff and rigid like claws. My mother stood in the doorway. She took one look at me and frowned deeply. “Are you seriously still putting on this act?” She did not step closer. She stood at the doorway, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. Less than ten feet away. Ten feet. Her daughter was dead. Her dead child was lying ten feet away from her. She stared at me for three agonizing seconds. Then she turned around and walked away. “Ivy, I am telling you right now, if you do not get up, I am taking your phone tomorrow.” Her voice echoed down the hall. She never looked back. She never hesitated. She just walked away. I hovered right above my own bed. Looking down at my ruined body. I looked so disfigured I barely recognized myself. Mom. You did not recognize me either. But that is because you never really looked at me to begin with. Whenever you looked at me, your eyes were always filled with impatience. You always thought I was complaining, whining, faking it. You never once considered the possibility. That one day, I might actually die. Even when I was lying dead right in front of you, you refused to believe it. By ten o’clock, my father went to take his shower. My mother was back on the couch, watching a reality TV show. The television blared with canned laugh tracks. Hahaha. Hahaha. It echoed loudly through the house. Cole was back in his room, violently mashing his keyboard. He was in a voice call with his buddies. “Dude, that sniper is camping in the back!” “Revive me, revive me, I am down!” “Hahaha, we destroyed him.” Their laughter seeped through the walls. I floated in the empty hallway. Listening to the noise. It felt incredibly ironic. In this house. Every single person was smiling. And not a single one of them knew. That this family was missing a person. Forever. At eleven o’clock, my mother turned off the TV. She went to brush her teeth. As she walked past my bedroom, she paused. “Ivy, are you really…” She pushed the door open slightly. The lights were still glaringly bright. I was still lying there, frozen in the exact same position. She stood at the threshold and let out a heavy sigh. “You are impossible.” She reached out and flicked the light off. Click. The room plunged back into total darkness. My soul stood in the black void. Looking down at my own corpse. I suddenly remembered a true crime article I had read on Reddit a few weeks ago. It discussed how long it took for someone to be discovered if they died alone in their house. 4 Some people in the comments said three days. Some said a week. Some said it depended entirely on when the neighbors complained about the smell. I remembered reading that and thinking to myself. That would never happen to me. I lived with my parents and my brother. No matter how bad things got, they would definitely notice if I died, right? Now I knew the truth. They would not. They would just assume I was throwing a tantrum. Sulking, whining, acting out. Faking it. Even if I was dead. They still would not believe it. The next morning, my mother woke up to make breakfast. The sound of sizzling bacon drifted from the kitchen. The smell of food floated down the hall. It used to be my favorite smell in the world. “Ivy, get up, you are going to be late for school.” My mother yelled from the stove. No response. “Ivy!” Still nothing. “Unbelievable. Every single day it is a battle with her.” She walked out holding a plate of bacon. She glanced down the hallway. She did not walk toward my room. “Cole, go wake your sister up.” Cole walked out of his room, stretching casually. “Why should I? She will get up when she wants to.” “Just go knock on her door.” “No way.” He did not even spare a glance in my direction. My mother stood by the dining table. She looked at my empty seat. She pulled out her phone and sent me a furious text message. “Are you getting up or not? If you miss the bus, I am not driving you.” The message delivered. Silence. She sent another one. “Ivy, do not push me today.” Still silence. She slammed her phone down onto the table. “She is trying to give me a heart attack.” She grabbed her purse and her keys. And she left for work. The house fell completely, suffocatingly quiet. Leaving just me. Lying in the dark bedroom. My phone was still on the floor. The corner of the screen was cracked. Notifications began to pile up on the lock screen. Texts from my mother. A missed call from my homeroom teacher. Messages from classmates asking for homework answers. Nobody realized. That the owner of this phone. Would never reply to another message again. At ten o’clock in the morning, my homeroom teacher finally called my mother. My mother picked up. “Mrs. Astor, Ivy did not show up to homeroom today. Is everything alright?” “What? She is not at school?” “No, she never arrived.” “That stubborn girl…” My mother’s voice was laced with pure fury. “She was throwing a tantrum last night and locked herself in her room. I assumed she just walked to the bus stop on her own this morning.” “You should really go home and check on her, Mrs. Astor.” “Fine. I will handle it.” She hung up the phone. She did not rush home immediately. She told her boss she had a family issue, finished writing her morning report, and packed up slowly. It was noon by the time she finally drove home. As she unlocked the front door, she was already yelling. “Ivy, get out here right now. You have crossed the line today.” She stomped down the hallway to my door. She pushed it open. The lights were off. The curtains were still drawn tightly shut. The room was pitch black. She reached for the switch and flipped it. The lights hummed to life. I was still on the bed. Frozen in the exact same position I had been in since yesterday. Still wearing my clothes from yesterday. The swelling in my face had gone down slightly. But my lips were significantly darker now. A deep, horrifying blackish purple. “Ivy?” My mother’s voice faltered. She finally sensed something was horribly wrong. I had never skipped school to prove a point. No matter how angry I was, I never skipped class. Because I knew the punishment for skipping school would be ten times worse than whatever I was currently enduring. So I always woke up on time. I always caught the bus. No matter how sick or miserable I felt. But today, I did not get up. My mother finally stepped into the room. She walked slowly to the edge of the bed. She reached out and shoved my shoulder. “Ivy? Stop trying to scare me…” My body shifted slightly under her weight. It was stiff. Freezing cold. Like pushing a heavy boulder. My mother’s hand snatched back like she had been burned. She stared down at my face. She stared at my distorted, disfigured features. The blackened lips. The rigid, clawed fingers. Her pupils dilated violently, consuming her entire iris in sheer terror. “Ivy!!”

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