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I went undercover to work at a company under my family’s corporation. I didn’t expect to run into Sophia Smith, a manager who worships men and despises women. I was trembling from menstrual cramps and went to ask her for leave. Sophia took a leisurely sip of her coffee and rolled her eyes at me: “Young women are so dramatic. It’s just period cramps—grit your teeth and get through it.” Just then, intern Kevin pushed the door open. “Miss Smith, I need to take the day off. Didn’t sleep well last night, want to go home and catch up on some sleep.” Behind me came Sophia’s saccharine voice: “Oh my goodness, you work so hard. You men need to take care of yourselves while building your careers.” I laughed. Him, hardworking? He writes sixty lines of code and twenty of them are wrong! Just as I was about to leave the office, Sophia called out to me. “Laura, the group leadership is coming for the KDD project presentation. Let Kevin present instead of you—men command more authority.” I froze mid-step. I turned to look at Sophia and spoke without hesitation: “I refuse!” The KDD project was a promise I made to Grandpa three years ago. If I succeeded with the KDD project, Grandpa would agree to let me start my own company. And this project presentation was my moment to deliver! Seeing my refusal, Sophia’s face instantly darkened. “Don’t be so selfish. You’re a veteran at the company—give the younger people some opportunities. Kevin’s about to be converted to full-time, he needs some decent achievements to show.” I turned around. The persistent cramping pain in my lower abdomen made it impossible to stand straight, forcing me to lean against the door frame. I suppressed my discomfort and explained: “This presentation is very important to me.” I hoped she would back down after hearing this. Instead, what I heard was her raised voice scolding me: “Important? What isn’t important? Don’t think I don’t know you want to show off in front of the group leadership! You’re just a woman—what are you trying to prove!” She raised her chin arrogantly, her gaze scanning over me like an X-ray. She sneered: “Why are you so competitive as a woman? I think you look decent enough—just dress yourself up pretty every day and find a rich man to marry. Wouldn’t that be better?” Then she looked at intern Kevin, her tone suddenly turning coquettish. “My husband says women should be like me, a pretty little princess~” I really didn’t have the mood or energy to watch her affectation. I just replied flatly: “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to my desk.” Sophia seemed to feel her dignity was challenged. She slammed her coffee cup down on the desk with a harsh clatter. “Don’t you dare brush me off!” “I’m advising you to be smart! The group leadership is coming personally this time. If you screw it up, you can’t handle the consequences!” She stood up, clicking toward me in her four-inch heels. Looking down at me: “Look at you, you can barely stand. Letting you present—wouldn’t that embarrass our company image?” She beckoned to Kevin: “Look at Kevin, handsome young man with good presence and a strong voice. The leadership will be impressed! Go organize the data and send it to Kevin so he can familiarize himself with it.” Before I could speak, Kevin quickly chimed in: “Thank you, Laura! I really appreciate it. Don’t worry, I’ll memorize all the data in advance and won’t let you down.”

He spoke quickly, as if afraid I would refuse first. Another sharp pain twisted through my abdomen, cold sweat forming on my forehead. But I still lifted my head to look at the two people in front of me. “This project, from planning to execution, every line of code, every piece of data, even every client meeting—I handled all of it myself! Kevin doesn’t even understand the project background. Are you sure you want him to present?” Sophia’s expression grew even uglier. “What do you mean? Questioning my decision?” Her tone became sharper: “Let me tell you! I’m in charge of this department. Whoever I say presents, presents. Do you think you own this company?” The commotion had drawn quite a bit of attention, with several colleagues poking their heads out from their desks. I frowned, unwilling to engage in meaningless arguments with her. “You can fight over anything else, but this KDD project presentation must be mine.” My tone was calm but carried unwavering determination. But Sophia suddenly laughed. “I understand now.” She covered her mouth exaggeratedly, her eyes filled with unconcealed contempt and disgust. “You’re so insistent on presenting because you want to show off in front of the group leadership, looking for a chance to sleep your way up, right?” Her words were cutting, her voice shrill and piercing. As soon as she said this, I clearly felt more and more colleagues casting hostile glances my way. Before I could say anything, Sophia continued in her raised voice: “You young girls nowadays are so shameless, always trying to take shortcuts with your bodies. No wonder you always dress up so flashily at work—turns out you’re just fishing for men.” “Watch your mouth!” The soreness in my lower back combined with the cramping pain already had me irritated. Hearing this made anger surge in my chest. “You need evidence when you speak. Making baseless accusations and slander like this—I can sue you!” Sophia snorted and took two steps closer to me. She crossed her arms, shrugging her shoulders dismissively. “Am I wrong? Why are you pretending to be innocent? Don’t think I don’t know what you do in private. Seducing men—you’re a professional, aren’t you?” She reached out, rubbing the fabric of my clothes between her fingers, pursing her lips: “This brand, costs at least a hundred thousand dollars, right? You’re a fresh graduate—where’d you get that kind of money!” “What, got hooked on servicing old men, now planning to seduce our group CEO?” As soon as she said this, a commotion rippled through the office. Several colleagues huddled together and started whispering. “No way, Laura’s actually that kind of person? She always seemed like such a good kid.” “That’s what you don’t understand. These women are the best at playing innocent. Those rich old men love that type.” “I knew it—wondered where she got the money for all those clothes and bags at her age. So that’s how she earns it. It’s easier for women to make money.” Listening to the vulgar gossip around me, my fists clenched involuntarily. “Dirty-minded people see everything as dirty!” The outfit Sophia mentioned was a gift I bought myself when I earned my first pot of gold from entrepreneurship in my sophomore year. It was the first thing in my life I bought without using a cent of my family’s money. This outfit held extraordinary meaning for me. But in others’ mouths, it became “spoils of war” I’d earned by selling my body. As if a woman’s value could only be defined by the men beside her.

I had no interest in arguing with these idiots. Right now I just wanted to finish the presentation and leave this place reeking of old-world misogyny. But my patience and retreat, in Sophia’s eyes, became a signal for her to continue her attack. She extended her hands with their long artificial nails and dug them viciously into my chin. Her tone contemptuous: “Women like you, I’ve seen plenty! Pretty enough to flaunt yourself and seduce men—you’re cheap trash. Sharing the same space with you disgusts me!” “Still want to show off in front of the group leadership? Kill that dream! Don’t go up there and embarrass the company!” “Be smart and get lost now, before I have to do it myself.” She shoved me away violently, her nails scratching a red mark across my chin. I was already unsteady on my feet. This push made me stumble and crash hard into the door frame. I clutched my arm in pain and turned to glare at Sophia. “Malicious slander! Workplace bullying! Your days as department manager are numbered! You better wait—I hope you won’t be begging me on your knees later!” With that, I ignored these people and turned toward my desk. Behind me came Sophia’s mocking laughter: “Ooh, I’m so scared. I’d like to see who ends up kneeling to whom!” The manager’s office door slammed shut. I walked to my desk under everyone’s judgmental stares and opened my computer. A message popped up in the bottom right corner. It was from HR director Rachel Norton. “Laura, come to my office.” Looking at those words, my heart sank. I walked into Rachel’s office. She was organizing files in her hands. Seeing me, she spoke without looking up: “You’ve been fired. This is the termination agreement. Take a look, and if there’s no problem, sign it.” She handed me the document. I skimmed through it, my fingers gripping the papers so hard they turned white. “What’s the reason?” I slapped the agreement on the desk. Rachel raised an eyebrow at me, then after a long moment, sighed: “Laura, we’re all civilized people. Some things are better left unsaid for everyone’s sake. Listen to me, sign it and leave early. Don’t make it ugly for everyone in the end.” She spoke with apparent concern, but I couldn’t help laughing. “Let’s be direct then. I’m asking you—what grounds do you have to fire me? I haven’t been late, left early, or been absent. My work ability speaks for itself. I haven’t violated any company rules or regulations!” Rachel looked at me, her tone calm: “Your personal morals are questionable and would tarnish the company’s image. Is that reason enough?” She spoke as calmly as if stating the most ordinary fact. I was shaking with anger. I leaned on the desk, speaking word by word: “What evidence do you have? You want to condemn me based on slander?” Seeing my agitation, Rachel patted my hand. “I know you’re unwilling, but this is a directive from above. I have no choice either. We’re all just workers—don’t make this hard for me…” Still that calm tone, calm to the point of numbness. At that moment I deeply understood the phrase “those who wrong you know your grievance better than anyone.” She wasn’t unaware that I was being slandered, but she chose cold indifference. I took a deep breath, suppressing my anger. “I won’t make it hard for you. Just tell me the truth—this is Sophia’s doing, isn’t it?” Rachel glanced carefully at the door. She nodded slightly and spoke quietly: “Mr. Miller sent the email personally…”

Mr. Miller, Marcus Miller, Sophia’s husband and the general manager of this subsidiary. “Fine!” I straightened up: “I’m not signing this termination agreement!” With that, I walked straight out of the office. But when I returned to my desk, I was completely dumbfounded. My once fully-stocked workspace was now completely empty! Even my computer monitor and tower had been removed! “Who moved my stuff?” I asked my nearby colleagues. They exchanged glances, but no one spoke. “What’s all the noise? The company is reclaiming office resources. Is there a problem?” Sophia’s voice came from behind me. She clicked over in her heels, head held high. Intern Kevin followed right behind her. “You’ve already been fired. Why are you still shamelessly hanging around the company?” I ignored her mockery and asked directly. “Where are my things?” She snorted coldly: “That pile of junk? Thrown away, of course.” “Who gave you the right to touch my things without my permission?” Being maliciously targeted again and again, I had no patience left for tolerance. Seeing I was standing my ground, Sophia lost her temper too. “Who do you think you are? Company property is mine to handle! Including you!” I laughed coldly and pointed at my desk. “The pen is a Faber-Castell Count series annual limited edition. The mouse pad is Bottega Veneta. The cup is Baccarat. Plus all the other items, they add up to about half a million dollars.” I looked at Sophia and smiled. “Miss Smith, you’d better explain this to the police.” With that, I picked up my phone, preparing to call the police. But before I could unlock it, Sophia rushed forward and snatched my phone from my hand, smashing it hard on the ground. “Who the hell are you trying to scare?” She grabbed my hair and her palm came down. The change happened too fast for me to react. And as if deliberately, she raised her knee and rammed it hard into my lower abdomen. My already cramping abdomen now felt like it had been run over by a truck. The stabbing pain shot through to my lower back. My face turned deathly pale instantly, cold sweat pouring out. As if still not satisfied, she shoved me hard, and I crashed to the floor. I curled up on the ground in pain, clutching my stomach and unable to stop groaning. Sophia crouched down and grabbed my hair again. The tearing pain in my scalp forced me to lift my head. She gripped my chin, her tone vicious: “I knew you were a slut! Who are you moaning for?” I forced myself to look up at Sophia, speaking word by word: “You just wait!” “Hah, cheap bones are always tough. Let’s see how long you can keep that up!” She snorted through her nose, grabbed my hair, and slammed my head against the floor. The intense pain blanked my mind instantly. Ringing filled my ears and my vision blurred. I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to stay conscious. “Miss Smith, forget it. No need to get angry over this kind of trash.” Kevin laughed as he tried to calm Sophia down. I looked up at him. He was watching me with amusement, his words sounding like advice, but his eyes were full of satisfaction and excitement. Sophia seemed afraid things would escalate. Hearing this, she released my hair. She stood up, looking down at me: “Get the hell out now and stop looking for trouble!” Kevin stepped forward pretending to help me, but at an angle no one could see, he leaned close to my ear and spoke in a frivolous tone: “Laura, why bother? If you’d agreed to be my girlfriend back then, none of this would have happened. I definitely wouldn’t have competed with you for these meaningless titles.”

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Everyone in the family could see the countdown above my sister Stella’s head. They all knew she would die on her sixteenth birthday. So Stella became the most precious person in this household. The delicious snacks were hers, the pretty dresses were hers, even the bedtime stories from Mom and Dad—those were hers too. I felt sorry for her, but I also envied all the favoritism she received. Until I finally made it to her sixteenth birthday. Mom and Dad, afraid I would cause trouble, locked me—burning with fever—in the storage room. I pounded on the door in fear. “Mom, let me out. I have a fever. My head hurts so much…” Mom gritted her teeth. “Enough! Your sister only has today left before she dies. Can’t you just bear with it?” “But I feel awful…” Gradually, the sounds outside the door disappeared, and my consciousness grew hazy… My body suddenly felt very light. Through the old wooden door, I could see the warm lights in the living room. Mom and Dad sat pressed close to Stella on the sofa. Mom’s hand gently patted Stella’s back while Dad kept his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly. Stella wore her only new dress—pale blue with tiny embroidered stars on the hem. Her face looked especially pale under the lamplight, her lips almost bloodless. “Mom, Dad, is Ivy really okay?” Stella’s voice was soft, heavy with congestion. “I heard her calling out that her head hurt…” “Don’t worry about her.” Mom echoed, reaching out to tenderly touch Stella’s cheek and brush the stray hair from her forehead. “Exactly. She’s not running a fever—she’s just faking illness for sympathy. You only have one more day before you…” Mom’s words caught in her throat. Her eyes reddened. “Just focus on your birthday tomorrow. Don’t let her ruin your mood.” Stella pressed her lips together and said nothing more, but her brow furrowed even tighter. I knew she always felt she owed me something. From the time I could remember, all the family’s favoritism piled onto her. I had to watch longingly as she got even a warm bowl of egg custard, let alone new clothes or new toys. But Stella would secretly slip me her snacks, alter the new dresses Mom and Dad gave her to fit me, and whenever Mom and Dad scolded me, she was always the first to shield me. She would always say, “Ivy, I’m sorry. It’s because of me that you suffer.” But Mom and Dad didn’t see it that way. Mom sighed, looking at Stella with eyes full of pity. “Don’t always defend her. That girl has been jealous of you since she was old enough to understand. She can’t stand to see you happy.” “Don’t you remember your fourteenth birthday?” Stella’s fourteenth birthday—that was the first time I truly understood the reality that Stella would die. That day, the family bought a cream cake for the first time, with fourteen thin candles stuck in it. Mom carefully lit the candles while Dad held up the old camera we’d had for years, wanting to capture one of Stella’s few remaining birthdays. I hid behind the door watching—watching the candlelight reflect on Stella’s face, watching her close her eyes to make a wish, watching the tears Mom and Dad struggled to hold back. I rushed out. I don’t know what I was thinking then. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was my inability to accept that the sister who was always so gentle with me was going to leave. I swept the cake to the floor. Cream smeared everywhere, candles rolled into corners and quickly went out. “I don’t want to watch you celebrate her birthday!” I shrieked like every annoying bratty child. I still remember the look in Mom and Dad’s eyes. When Dad’s hand came down, I didn’t dodge. Once, twice, three times… Mom cried but didn’t stop him. It was Stella who threw herself over me, using her thin body to shield me. “Don’t hit Ivy anymore, Dad, stop hitting her!” Her voice trembled, but she held me tightly. “It’s my fault, all my fault…” That night, Stella snuck into my room and pressed half a candy she’d hidden into my hand. She had a red mark on her wrist from where the chair had scratched her while protecting me during the day. “Ivy, I’m sorry.” She said softly, her fingers gently touching my swollen cheek. “I’ll be gone soon, and after that… after that, no one will compete with you for things anymore.” In the living room, Mom tenderly touched Stella’s face, her fingertips softly brushing the stray hair from her forehead. “Stella, don’t pay attention to her.” Mom said, exhaustion in her voice. “That child has been jealous of you since she was old enough to understand. You know that.” I froze. Yes, I was jealous of Stella. I was jealous that she had all the favoritism, jealous of her new dresses, jealous that when she had a fever Mom would watch over her all night, jealous that even with only one day left to live, she was still the apple of Mom and Dad’s eye. I drifted toward Stella, wanting to grab her hand, wanting to tell her I really did have a fever, that my head really hurt. But my hand passed straight through her body, like passing through a wisp of fog. I stopped mid-air, staring blankly at my transparent fingers. I looked back at the tightly shut storage room door. Dim light leaked from beneath the crack. I floated over and passed through the door panel, seeing myself curled up among the clutter. I was already dead. What came before Stella’s countdown hit zero was actually my death.

Memories rushed in like a tide, carrying the smell of old dust. When I was younger, maybe five or six years old, I really did hate Stella. If there was only one piece of candy in the house, it was Stella’s. The only apple got cut in half—the bigger piece for Stella, the smaller for me. New clothes always went to Stella first. I wore her hand-me-downs. Even bedtime stories were Stella’s. Mom’s voice was so gentle. She would read “The Little Prince”, read “Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales”, read those stories about stars and moons. But she only read those stories to Stella. I would secretly crouch by the door crack, listening to Mom say softly, “Stella, what would you like to hear today?” “I want to hear The Little Mermaid,” Stella said. So Mom would begin reading, her voice like a stream at night, flowing slowly. I squatted outside the door, hugging my knees, listening to those beautiful sentences, my heart feeling squeezed by something. Why couldn’t she read to me too? The summer I turned seven, Mom roasted a chicken. Two golden, glistening drumsticks sat on top. At dinner, Mom carefully placed both drumsticks in Stella’s bowl. “Stella, eat more. Build up your strength.” I looked at the few green vegetables in my own bowl. Tears suddenly fell. “Why does Stella get both drumsticks!” “I want to eat them too! I want chicken drumsticks too!” Dad’s chopsticks slammed heavily on the table. “Ivy! How can you be so inconsiderate!” He stood up, his face dark with anger. “Don’t you know Stella’s health is poor? Don’t you know that Stella…” He couldn’t continue. I didn’t know. I only knew that Stella’s complexion was always very pale, that she sometimes coughed, that Mom and Dad always looked at her with that sad expression. But I didn’t know what that meant. “Why, why does everything belong to Stella!” I cried out, jumping down from my chair and pointing at Stella sitting across from me. “Why don’t you just die! Give my things back to me!” Stella’s tears instantly fell, big drops splashing into her bowl. She opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound. Mom shot up and slapped me across the face. That was the first time I’d been hit so hard. Stella lunged forward to protect me, but Mom held her back tightly. “Let her learn her lesson! Let her know what she can and can’t say!” The next day, I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen. “Nine more years left.” Mom’s voice was crying. “I know.” Dad’s voice was hoarse. “Nine years… just nine years…” That’s when I learned that Stella really would die. That the numbers above her head that no one else could see were her life countdown. In the living room, Mom and Dad, eyes red, carefully sent Stella back to her room. I watched, my heart suddenly aching. “Should we… let Ivy out?” Dad’s voice was soft. Mom was silent for a long time. “Let her endure it a bit longer.” Mom finally spoke, her voice so exhausted it seemed to take all her strength. “At least… let Stella spend this birthday peacefully. Just this one day. The last day.” I saw Mom raise her hand to wipe her eyes. “Ivy will understand.” She seemed to be convincing herself. “After Stella’s gone, we’ll… we’ll definitely make it up to her.” Dad said nothing more, just walked to the kitchen, took a small piece of bread from the cupboard, and walked toward me.

“Ivy.” He said softly to the door. “Dad brought you some bread. Eat something, don’t go hungry.” I floated in front of him and crouched down to look at him. His eyes were very red, the wrinkles at the corners deeper than last year, white hair already showing at his temples. He was only forty this year, but looked like he was fifty. “Dad, I’m right here. I died. Won’t you come in and look at me?” “Ivy?” He called again. I reached out to touch his face. My fingers passed through his body. “Sigh.” Dad sighed and stood up disappointedly. “This child… still sulking.” He pushed the bread further through the door crack. “Just stay in there and behave. Don’t make trouble. After your sister is gone… Dad will definitely make it up to you.” I didn’t wait for him to discover me. I looked at his retreating back and said softly: “You don’t need to, Dad. You don’t need to make it up to me.” You’ll never have the chance. After Dad left, the hallway fell silent again. Soft sounds came from the living room. Mom came out of Stella’s room, gently closed the door, and stood in the hallway in a daze. She looked at the storage room door, her lips pressed tightly together, as if struggling with something. Finally she walked over and crouched where Dad had just crouched. “Ivy.” Her voice was soft. “Don’t blame Mom, okay?” “Mom knows you feel wronged.” She continued, her fingers unconsciously picking at splinters on the door panel. “But Stella only has one day left. Just let her have this, let her leave happy, okay?” I floated in front of her, seeing moisture at the corners of her eyes. She raised her hand and wiped quickly, as if afraid someone would see. “After Stella’s gone, Mom will make your favorite burgers, a whole plate, all for you.” Her voice grew smaller and smaller, finally becoming almost a murmur. “I’ll buy you a new dress, the kind with bows—you’ve always wanted one, haven’t you? Mom will take you to the amusement park, ride the carousel, ride the roller coaster… didn’t you say all your classmates have been there except you?” Her tears finally fell, hitting the old hallway tiles and spreading into small dark spots. “I’ll give you everything, everything… so just today, just today, don’t make trouble, okay?” I reached out, wanting to wipe away her tears. She waited for a while. The storage room remained silent. The sadness on Mom’s face slowly faded, replaced by a kind of anger. She suddenly stood up, stumbling because the movement was too abrupt. “This child… so inconsiderate!” She muttered quietly, her voice thick with tears. “Doesn’t think about her parents at all. Raised you all these years for nothing!” She turned and walked away quickly, her back stiff. As evening came, the sky gradually darkened. Mom came out of the kitchen carrying a small basket with a red cloth inside, along with some colored paper and scissors— Birthday decorations prepared for Stella. She’d just reached the living room when the doorbell rang. It was Grandma. Grandma held a cloth bag, bulging and full. Seeing Mom, she forced a smile. “Mom, why are you here?” Mom was a bit surprised and quickly stepped aside to let Grandma in. “I came to see Stella.” Grandma’s voice was somewhat hoarse. She put the cloth bag on the table and took out several apples and some pastries. “Tomorrow is the child’s birthday. I… I came to see her.” “Stella’s resting in her room.” Mom said, taking the things from Grandma’s hands. “Please sit. I’ll call her.” “No, no need. Let her rest properly.” Grandma sat down on the sofa, her gaze sweeping around the living room, her brow furrowing slightly. “Where’s Ivy? Why don’t I see Ivy?”

Mom’s expression changed instantly. “She… she’s in her room doing homework.” Mom avoided Grandma’s gaze, lowering her head to arrange the red cloth in the basket. Grandma said nothing, just looked at her. “Homework?” “I’ll go check on her.” “Mom!” Mom quickly stood up. “Ivy is… throwing a tantrum. I have her reflecting in the storage room.” Grandma’s movements stopped. “What did you say?” She asked, one word at a time. “You locked Ivy in the storage room?” “Knowing tomorrow is Stella’s…” Mom’s voice grew smaller and smaller, finally almost inaudible. Grandma’s face slowly darkened. She stood up, swaying because the movement was too sudden. Mom tried to help her but was pushed away. “Susan!” Grandma’s voice trembled. “Ivy is your daughter too!” Mom opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Grandma cut her off. “Yes, I know Stella had a hard fate, born with that cursed countdown. I know you love her, want to give her the best of everything, let her leave happy!” Grandma’s voice grew louder and louder, tears pooling in her eyes. “But what about Ivy? Isn’t Ivy suffering too? From childhood until now, what has she ever gotten? Stella’s old hand-me-down clothes, Stella’s leftover food, even your love—she has to share half with her sister!” “Mom, I didn’t…” Mom tried to defend herself, but her voice was weak and unconvincing. “Both children are good children, both are good children… but what about you two? As parents, don’t you owe Ivy? Doesn’t she deserve even a little love?” Mom collapsed into a chair, covering her face, her shoulders shaking violently. “And now you won’t even let the sisters see each other one last time?” Grandma’s voice was hoarse. “Stella is going to… going to leave tomorrow. Ivy is her only sister, the sister she’s protected since childhood! How can you let Stella leave? Let her leave with regrets?” “I… I didn’t…” Mom’s voice leaked through her fingers, broken and fragmented. “I just wanted Stella’s last day to be happy. I didn’t want Ivy to disturb her…” Night deepened. Stella’s bedroom door remained tightly shut. “Go to sleep.” Grandma finally spoke, her voice hoarse. “Tomorrow… we still need to get up early.” Mom shifted, as if wanting to say something, but finally just shook her head. “I can’t sleep.” Dad didn’t move either. Grandma sighed and didn’t press further. She stood up, walked to the storage room door, crouched down, and said softly through the crack: “Ivy, Grandma’s here with you. Don’t be afraid.” My tears fell again. Time passed second by second. The candles burned out and the living room fell into darkness. The sky outside the window gradually brightened, changing from deep blue to gray-blue, then to the pale color of fish bellies. The first rays of morning light passed through the glass window, falling on the old floorboards, illuminating the floating dust in the air. Grandma stood up, walked to Stella’s bedroom door, raised her hand to knock, but stopped in mid-air. She hesitated for a long time, finally only saying softly: “Stella, time to get up.” Slight sounds came from inside the room. The door opened. “Grandma, Mom, Dad.” She said softly, showing a faint smile. Mom suddenly stood up and rushed over to embrace her, holding so tightly as if trying to meld her into flesh and bone. Dad also walked over, his hand trembling as he gently touched Stella’s head. “Stella…” Mom’s voice was completely broken. “I’m fine, Mom.” Stella said softly, her hand gently patting Mom’s back. “I’m really fine.” Grandma stood to the side, quietly watching. She watched for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and whipped around to look at the storage room. “Ivy!” Her voice was especially clear in the quiet morning. “Quickly, let Ivy out!” Only then did Mom and Dad remember me locked in the storage room. They broke into smiles through their tears, saying repeatedly: “Yes, yes, yes, let Ivy out. Ivy’s still in the storage room!” “Her sister is fine. This is wonderful news!” Mom pulled Stella along while Dad walked ahead. The family of three ran toward the storage room, faces full of joy. But when they reached the storage room door and Dad’s hand just pushed it open, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He jerked his hand back, murmuring: “Wrong, it’s all wrong!”

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At the final round of the Olympic trials, I held my breath, preparing to execute the most difficult move. My best friend, who was also my biggest competitor, inadvertently revealed during a sideline interview: “Sophia has been taking banned substances to maintain her weight. I’ve tried to warn her…” The camera flashes went crazy, all pointing at me. The head judge raised his hand in a timeout gesture. The whole world thought my athletic career would end today in the most disgraceful way possible. The meaning of my rebirth was to wait for this exact moment. I ignored the head judge and walked straight to the sideline, pulling out two urine test vials from my bag. “One for her, one for me. Let’s go. Head judge, please take us both for testing right now.” A flash of panic crossed Lily’s eyes, quickly replaced by innocence and hurt. “Sophia, what are you doing?” “Didn’t you say I was using drugs?” I held up the two perfectly sealed official urine test vials. “Then let’s both get tested. Now. Immediately. Right this second.” The media cameras shifted from my face to Lily’s, then to the stern-faced head judge and several officials from the anti-doping center. “Sophia! Stop this nonsense!” Coach Harrison rushed over. He grabbed my arm and hissed in a low, angry voice: “Do you know what you’re doing? This is the Olympic trials! Do you want the entire national team to be humiliated because of you?” I shook off his hand. In my past life, he was the first person to stand up and righteously condemn me after I was caught using banned drugs, saying I was a disgrace to the team and a stain on his coaching career. I looked at him and asked back: “Coach Harrison, if I haven’t used drugs, who should be ashamed?” “If I’ve been framed, who should be kicked off the national team?” Harrison was left speechless by my questions. Lily pitifully tugged at Harrison’s sleeve. “Coach, I didn’t… I was just so worried about Sophia. She’s been off lately, and I was afraid she’d take the wrong path…” She cried like a delicate flower in the rain, as if I were the villain bullying her. The murmurs around us began to change tone. “Look at how Lily’s crying. She’s probably genuinely worried about her friend, right?” “Sophia is being way too aggressive. Even if she hasn’t used drugs, she shouldn’t treat her friend like this.” “Exactly. Lily was just trying to help.” Trying to help? In my past life, she used this kind of “help” to personally push me into hell. I died in that dark, damp basement, covered in wounds, with no one caring. And she stepped over my corpse, took the Olympic gold medal that should have been mine, and became the celebrated gymnastics queen. Reborn in this life, how could I possibly let her have her way again? I stopped paying attention to them and looked directly at the anti-doping officials on the sideline. “According to regulations, athletes have the right to request drug testing at any time, correct?” The official nodded. “Yes.” “Good.” I handed one of the urine test vials toward Lily. “Please, my biggest competitor, my best friend.” “Let’s both go prove our innocence together.” Lily looked pleadingly at Harrison, whose expression was extremely unpleasant. He knew Lily’s family background, and he knew how many connections her father had pulled to get her selected this time. “Sophia, stop this! Apologize to Lily right now!” He was still trying to order me around. “Apologize?” I laughed as if I’d heard the world’s biggest joke. “Coach Harrison, did you also drink one of Lily’s special juice drinks? Has your brain stopped working?” “You!” Harrison trembled with anger. Just then, the head judge spoke up, his voice authoritative and fair. “Since athlete Sophia has made this request, and since it’s an accusation made against another athlete in front of a national live broadcast, for the sake of fairness in the competition and for the reputation of both athletes, I agree to conduct on-site testing right now.” “Someone, take them to the testing room.”

In the testing room, Lily kept her head down, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she’d suffered a terrible injustice. We were arranged in adjacent cubicles for sample collection. I could hear intermittent sobbing coming from her side. Harrison and several officials were waiting right outside. I quickly completed my sample collection and handed it to the staff. When I came out, Lily was also just coming out. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at me like I was her mortal enemy. “Sophia, are you satisfied?” she said in a voice only the two of us could hear. “You want to destroy me, don’t you?” “You were the one who tried to destroy me first.” “I was just worried about you!” She was still being stubborn. “Really? So you secretly taking those sleeping pills every night was also for my benefit?” Lily looked at me in horror, her lips trembling. She’d done this extremely secretively. Even her parents didn’t know. This was something from my past life—after she’d achieved fame and success, during a drunken slip of the tongue, she’d proudly bragged to others about it. She’d talked about how she used drugs to maintain peak performance while using another drug to gradually destroy me. “How… how do you know?” Her voice shook. “I know a lot more than that.” I stopped paying attention to her and turned to leave. The test results would take some time. We were led to a temporary lounge. As soon as Harrison came in, he pointed at my nose and started yelling. “Sophia! You’ve disappointed me so much! Even if Lily said something wrong, you can’t destroy her like this! You’re teammates!” “When she publicly accused me of using banned drugs, why didn’t you tell her we were teammates?” “She just spoke without thinking!” “Coach Harrison, you’re being way too obviously biased. Is it because her dad paid you off?” “What nonsense are you spouting!” Harrison flew into a rage and raised his hand to hit me. A figure blocked in front of me. It was Dr. Smith, the team doctor. “Coach Harrison, talk nicely. Don’t use violence.” Harrison’s hand froze in mid-air and reluctantly lowered. Dr. Smith pulled me aside and asked quietly: “Sophia, what’s really going on? I believe you’re not that kind of person.” In my past life, only Dr. Smith came to see me after my incident. She didn’t believe I would use drugs, but had no evidence. Looking at her concerned eyes, I felt warmth in my heart. “Dr. Smith, don’t worry. I definitely haven’t.” “Then Lily…” “Whether she has or not, we’ll know the results soon.” Dr. Smith nodded and patted the back of my hand. “Okay, I believe you.” Just then, the lounge door was pushed open. Director Morgan from the national team walked in. As soon as he entered, he cheerfully tried to smooth things over. “Oh, what’s the big deal? Two girls having a little spat.” He walked up to me with a paternalistic expression. “Sophia, I know you’re upset. How about this—I’ll have Lily apologize to you, and we’ll consider this matter closed, okay? Don’t let it affect the rest of the competition or damage our country’s image.” Lily immediately got the hint, walked up to me, and squeezed out a few tears. “Sophia, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said those things to the reporters. I was just too worried about you. I apologize.” She was about to bow to me. If I accepted her apology, this would really become just a small misunderstanding between friends. She’d get away scot-free, while I, even if I hadn’t used drugs, would still be saddled with a reputation for making a big deal out of nothing and forcing my teammate. Nice try. I stepped aside to avoid her bow. “I don’t need your apology. I just want the truth.”

Director Morgan’s smile froze. “Sophia, don’t be ungrateful. For the sake of team harmony and national honor, this matter must end here.” “Letting a drug-using athlete represent the country in competition—is that your so-called national honor?” “You!” Director Morgan was left speechless. He hadn’t expected that I, who had always been docile and obedient in front of him, would become so sharp-tongued today. “Sophia!” Harrison started yelling. “How dare you speak to Director Morgan like that! So disrespectful!” I was too lazy to deal with them anymore. Birds of a feather, these people had banded together to crush me in my past life. Director Morgan was an old friend of Lily’s father. Harrison had received substantial benefits from Lily’s family. They were grasshoppers tied to the same string. Today, I was going to burn that string in front of the entire nation’s audience. Time passed minute by minute. Outside the lounge, media reporters waited anxiously with various speculations. Inside the lounge, Lily sat restlessly, her face growing worse and worse. Harrison and Director Morgan were quietly discussing something in the corner. I knew what they were thinking. They were wondering, if Lily really tested positive, how to suppress the matter, how to throw all the dirt onto me. Too bad I wouldn’t give them that chance again. After about an hour, the testing room door finally opened. The head judge and officials from the anti-doping center walked in, holding two freshly printed reports. Everyone’s eyes focused on those two thin sheets of paper. The head judge’s expression was serious. He first looked at me, then at Lily. “The preliminary test results for the A samples are out.” “Athlete Sophia, test result: negative.” As his words fell, I saw Harrison and Director Morgan visibly relax. They thought that as long as I was clear, Lily would probably be fine too, and this matter could be minimized. A stiff smile appeared on Lily’s face: “That’s great, Sophia. I knew you were innocent…” Before she could finish, the head judge’s next sentence cut her off. “Athlete Lily tested positive for two banned substances. First, furosemide, a diuretic, S5 class prohibited drug. Second, propranolol, a beta-blocker, P1 class prohibited drug.” The entire lounge fell silent. In an instant, all color drained from Lily’s face. “No… impossible…” She murmured, her body swaying, almost unable to stand. Harrison and Director Morgan’s expressions looked worse than if they’d eaten excrement. Dr. Smith covered her mouth, her eyes showing shock but also understanding. “No! This isn’t true! You must have made a mistake!” Lily suddenly screamed, looking deranged. “It’s her! It’s Sophia framing me! She switched my sample!” Like a mad dog, she lunged at me. Dr. Smith quickly blocked her. “Lily! Calm down!” “How can I calm down!” Lily struggled, her face twisted. “I didn’t use drugs! I never did! It’s her! She’s jealous of me! She wants to destroy me!” Everyone watched this spectacle. Director Morgan and Harrison finally snapped out of it and rushed forward to hold her down. “Lily, don’t get excited. There must be a misunderstanding!” Director Morgan tried to calm her while giving the head judge meaningful looks. “Head judge, could there be a problem with the equipment? Or maybe the samples got mixed up?” The head judge looked at him. “Our procedures and equipment are world-class. There’s absolutely no possibility of error. From extraction to testing, the samples were under surveillance the entire time. There’s no possibility of switching.” His words blocked all escape routes. Lily completely despaired. She collapsed on the floor, wailing. “I didn’t… I really didn’t…” Her performance was enough to make anyone who didn’t know the truth feel sympathy, but unfortunately, everyone present was shrewd. Who was right and who was wrong—the results made it crystal clear. Harrison’s expression kept changing. He looked at Lily, then at me, his eyes extremely complex. He was probably regretting why he’d chosen to believe Lily instead of me. I walked up to Lily and looked down at her. “Now, do you have anything else to say?”

Lily raised her head to look at me, her eyes full of venomous hatred. “Sophia, you’ll die a horrible death!” “That’s what I should be saying to you.” I took out my phone and pressed play. A clear conversation came from the phone. “…Mom, don’t worry. The stuff I’m giving Sophia is the latest type. It metabolizes really fast—can’t be detected. Once she’s finished, the Olympic spot will be mine.” “…For double insurance, I also took a tiny bit of diuretic myself. If anything unexpected happens, I’ll just say she secretly put it in my water. Anyway, she’ll already be disgraced—no one will believe her.” “…That idiot really thinks I’m her best friend. She’ll eat whatever I feed her.” The recording was short, but the information was explosive. Everyone looked at Lily like she was a monster. She looked at the phone in my hand in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost. “You… when did you…” “Last night, when you were calling your mom.” I put away my phone, my tone flat. “I guessed you’d make your move today, so I planted something in your room in advance.” In my past life, this was exactly how she’d set me up step by step. First, she’d given me a drug long-term that made people mentally exhausted and weakened muscle strength, causing my performance to plummet. Then before the crucial competition, she’d added banned drugs to my water. A two-pronged approach that left me unable to defend myself. Reborn in this life, how could I possibly stumble in the same place twice? I’d turned the tables on her. Yesterday, I hadn’t drunk that special juice she’d handed me at all. Instead, when she wasn’t paying attention, I’d poured it into her water cup. And that tiny bit of diuretic she’d taken herself to frame me became the final straw that broke her. “No… this isn’t real… it’s synthesized! The recording is synthesized!” Lily was still making a last-ditch struggle. I looked at the anti-doping center officials. “I’ll submit this recording as evidence to the police and the sports bureau. False accusation and framing, administering dangerous substances—I believe this is no longer just a matter of violating competition ethics. This is a crime.” Lily completely despaired. Director Morgan and Harrison’s faces also became extremely ugly. Although the recording didn’t mention them, once Lily was criminally investigated, she might reveal all the benefits they’d given her to reduce her sentence. Pull up the radish and the mud comes with it—none of them could escape. The head judge took a deep breath. He looked at Lily with nothing but disgust. “Effective immediately, all of athlete Lily’s results in this competition are annulled. A comprehensive investigation into athlete Lily, her coach, and related personnel is being launched.” “Until the final investigation results are out, Coach Harrison’s coaching duties are suspended.” “Now, will all irrelevant personnel please leave. We need to take athlete Lily for B sample retesting and follow-up questioning.” Several uniformed staff members walked in and supported the limp Lily on both sides. As Lily was dragged away, she was still screaming hysterically. “Sophia! I won’t let you go even as a ghost!!”

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I’m a graduate student at a top university, and my advisor, Professor Christie, recently took on a new student named Chloe. He asked me to help her get familiar with the lab project. When I tried to add her on Instagram and get her email to send her project materials, she rejected both requests: “I just want to focus on my studies. I’m not interested in dating, so stop harassing me.” I was about to clear up the misunderstanding when my classmate Marcus sent me a link to the campus forum. It was a post from her: [On my first day, a male student sexually harassed me. I came here to study, not to be hit on.] Attached was a screenshot of my friend request and her rejection. In the comments, she was crying about it: “This guy only met me once and now he won’t leave me alone!” When I saw the post, I was stunned. I’m the only son of Dallas’s wealthiest family, with countless heiresses competing to marry me. Why would I need to chase after her? “This is so unfair. She’s the advisor’s new student. I just wanted to send her materials, and she flat-out rejected me.” I showed Marcus my chat history with the advisor, feeling helpless. “I even noted in my friend request that I was sending her materials, but she still insists I’m trying to date her.” When Marcus learned the truth, his face darkened. “What narcissism! Who does she think she is, some kind of celebrity?” As soon as he finished speaking, we saw the girl walking straight toward us. She looked extremely ordinary. “Are you done yet? I already told you I don’t want to date you. You actually followed me here. Can’t you just leave me alone?” Both Marcus and I were stunned when she opened her mouth. Looking around, we realized everyone was staring at me. I asked in disbelief, “Are you talking to me?” “Stop pretending. I have the records. It was you who added me. I checked.” “What? You do it but won’t admit it? I know I’m beautiful, but that’s no reason for you to harass me.” She looked completely confident and even ran her fingers through her dry, split-ended hair. Marcus leaned close to my ear and whispered, “That’s Chloe? I can’t believe she looks like that. How does she have the nerve? You’re…” I knew what Marcus wanted to say. After all, I’m the only son of Dallas’s richest man, with beautiful women lining up to marry me. I certainly didn’t need this woman I could lose in a crowd. Chloe looked me up and down. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Feeling guilty? Just because you’re slightly good-looking doesn’t mean I have to be with you. My family told me to focus on my studies. I’m not here to date.” I was exasperated. “Chloe, I think there’s something wrong with your brain. I was just following the advisor’s instructions to send you materials. I didn’t expect you to read so much into it.” “Someone like you? I’m really not interested.” I showed her my chat history with the advisor. She hesitated for a moment, then put on a disdainful expression. “To get me to date you, you’d even fake chat records with the advisor? With that kind of persistence, you could succeed at anything.” I immediately shot back: “At least take a look at yourself. If I look at you for even one second, I’d need to rinse my mouth with lemon water.” Chloe trembled with rage. “How can you slander a girl like this? Are you even a man?” “What about you? You’re spreading rumors that I like you. When I ignore you, you call me a pretty boy who’s being kept by someone. So you can say whatever you want, but I can’t talk back? Aren’t you a bit too sensitive?” Chloe was so angry she kept stomping her feet, gritting her teeth as if she wanted to swallow me whole. Being kept? Only an idiot like her would say something like that. My family has billions in assets. What would she use to keep me?

Ignorant, arrogant, and ordinary—my advisor really needs glasses this time. How did he accept someone like this? “Sorry, Chloe, I’m really not interested in you. If it weren’t for the advisor’s assignment, I wouldn’t even bother with you.” I packed up my food and prepared to leave. I had only taken two steps when I heard an unpleasant voice behind me. “Playing hard to get? I’m telling you, no matter what you do, I’ll never accept you!” Just as I got back to my dorm, a fat man blocked my way. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was looking at me sideways. “So you’re the one chasing the girl I’ve got my eye on? I’m telling you, she’s mine. A punk like you? I could take down ten of you with one punch.” “I’d advise you to wise up and stop harassing the person I like, or don’t blame me for not being polite.” I looked at him in shock. “Are you talking about Chloe?” He responded disdainfully, “Who else? Your harassment of her has caused a stir across the whole campus!” I actually laughed. “You two really are a perfect match. If you like her so much, keep an eye on her and stop letting her throw herself at random guys.” I shook my head and was about to leave when he grabbed me. “Oh, so now that you can’t get her, you’re trying to smear her? I’ve seen plenty of men like you. Do you know who I am? I’m interning at the Alexis Group, and my uncle is a supervisor there.” His fierce look didn’t intimidate me at all. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Brown.” Brown was extremely arrogant. I made a mental note. Back in my dorm bed, I found that Chloe had posted more rumors about me online. [The harassment maniac actually verbally abused someone who tried to help me just to get me. I’m so scared. With someone like this at school, what should I do? I just want to study quietly.] The comments below were all from people who didn’t know the truth and had been misled. “How did our school end up with such a scumbag? Does he even know school is a sacred place?” “This guy only thinks about sex all day. Can’t he live without women? If he loves women so much, why even come to school?” I’ve never been the magnanimous type. Since you can’t understand words, I’ll teach you a lesson.

I contacted my family’s butler and had him investigate Brown. Sure enough, the Alexis Group was just one of my family’s mid-sized businesses. Since he was so arrogant, he could forget about his internship. As for his uncle, they could both get out together. Just then, my advisor suddenly messaged me. “Did you contact Chloe?” I helplessly told my advisor about the situation. This task was quite difficult to complete. My advisor sent a question mark emoji. “That can’t be right. I heard she was very quiet and had a good temper. Let me check the school website right now.” At this moment, I vaguely felt something was off. Soon, the advisor finished verifying. The advisor replied, “I just rechecked. The school mixed up the students. My student isn’t Chloe. I’ll send you the correct student information later.” I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I knew it. How could my advisor have such poor judgment? But I still felt something was wrong. I heard that Chloe’s and the other girl’s scores differed by a hundred points. How could they mix that up? Just then, I saw that Chloe had actually applied to add me as a friend, with a message: “I’ll give you one chance. You better really be sending materials, or you’ll regret it.” This time, I directly rejected the request. I thought it was over, but she kept pestering me. There was a facial recognition scanner at the lab entrance. Only people with proper authorization could enter, and the specific application process was all in the materials the advisor asked me to forward. Chloe never got those materials, so there was no way she could get in. When she kept trying and failing to enter, she was almost in tears. And my appearance gave her a target for her frustration. “Are you done yet? I made it here and you’re still following me. Did you tamper with the system so I can’t get in? Using this method to get a girl’s attention—who do you think you are?” “I’m telling you, this is not how you chase a girl. The more you do this, the less I’ll like you, and I’ll never accept you.” “Can you stop messing with me?” She shouted at me, her eyes red. To onlookers, I really did look like I was bullying her. My gaze was cold, without a trace of warmth. “If you have mental problems, go to a hospital, instead of slandering me over and over here. If you can’t get in, it means you’re not the advisor’s student. Also, I suggest you look in a mirror. With your appearance, I really wouldn’t like you.” Chloe’s face twisted with anger: “Even if I can’t get in, there’s no way you can either. I’ve seen your little tricks plenty of times!” The next moment, in front of everyone, I successfully passed the facial recognition, while Chloe standing to the side turned even redder with rage.

“You’ve gone too far! Just to get me, you actually tampered with the facial recognition system so I can’t get in. There’s no way you could get in either. A creep like you couldn’t possibly get in!” “Everyone look! This creep is chasing me, and when I wouldn’t give in, he used this method to try to force me to submit. I’ll never give in. If you dare, let’s make this big and have the advisor give me justice!” After all, there are many people at school, and not everyone knows my situation. Some people started whispering, though not quietly—I could hear them clearly. “This guy is too much. To make things so hard for a girl. Although she’s not particularly pretty, if she’s Professor Christie’s student, she must have something special. Maybe he’s trying to curry favor with Professor Christie through her.” “Right, right. This has happened before. Professor Christie isn’t someone just anyone can suck up to. I heard people who did this kind of thing before got expelled directly.” “Why can’t he just work hard instead of doing this kind of thing? Does he have to be the kind of man who advances by using women?” These people—do they have no brains? They believe whatever comes out of Chloe’s mouth. Don’t they have any judgment of their own? I didn’t bother with them and turned to go in to work on my project. Before long, there was a commotion outside. Experiments require absolute quiet, and I couldn’t make any progress like this. Annoyed by the noise, I walked out frowning and saw Brown kicking the metal trash can at the entrance. When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic tone. “You’re finally willing to come out. I was wondering how long you could hide. Turns out you can’t take much.” “I warned you last time. I told you so many times not to bully the person I like. Don’t you understand human language?” I saw Chloe pitifully hiding behind Brown, quietly sobbing. “I’m so glad you’re here. When my advisor comes, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you. Without you, I’d definitely be bullied to death by this creep.” When Brown heard the words “good word,” I saw his eyes light up. Too bad he was backing the wrong person. I quietly watched the two of them perform in front of me. When they had said enough, I slowly spoke. “Are you pig-brained? Are you sure she’s your advisor’s student? Have you verified it? What if she’s not?” Brown was shaken by my words. Seeing this, Chloe quickly interrupted me, afraid Brown wouldn’t help her anymore. “Brown, if I weren’t Professor Christie’s student, how would I dare to be so confident? I’ve already sent someone to get the advisor. He’ll come soon to back me up.” Just then, someone said my advisor had arrived. The crowd packed in tight made way. When Chloe saw my advisor, her eyes lit up. She quickly ran over and began crying about her ordeal. “Professor Christie, I’m your new graduate student. This guy sexually harassed me and won’t let me in!” “It wasn’t easy for me as a girl to get into such a prestigious university!” She got more and more worked up as she spoke, standing up very straight. The advisor couldn’t help pushing up his reading glasses and asking in confusion: “Are you sure? You say he harassed you. Do you know who he is?” Chloe insisted I was just a lowly creep. The advisor sighed. “Forget that you’re not my student—even if you were, James wouldn’t be interested in you. He’s the only son of Dallas’s richest family. What are you?”

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In the restaurant, my wife Alice’s boss poured a glass of red wine over my face and humiliated me: “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I’m giving Alice a chance for promotion. As her husband, you should be grateful to me, thanking me for giving Alice the opportunity to earn money, instead of coming here to stage some cheating drama.” All the guests in the restaurant turned to look at us. Alice’s boss rolled his eyes and continued: “I’ll give you a chance. Ask Alice whether she wants to stay or leave with you.” I ignored what he said and just pulled out a napkin to slowly wipe the red wine off my face. Then I looked at Alice, who was wearing a deep V-neck dress that exposed most of her chest. She looked at me and frowned: “Miles, go home.” “You’re not coming with me?” “We’ll talk at home tomorrow.” “Can’t you come back now? Do we have to wait until tomorrow?” “I’m not coming home tonight.” Hearing this, I smiled. If you’re not coming home tonight, you won’t be able to come home ever again.

A few days ago, I discovered a problem. Alice’s boss kept calling her frequently. After I pressed her about it. Alice finally told me the truth, saying her boss appreciated her and was preparing to put her in charge of a major project alone. If she could successfully complete this project, the performance bonus would be at least two hundred thousand dollars. At first, I didn’t suspect anything. I simply thought Alice was excellent and it was normal for her boss to appreciate her. But things got increasingly wrong after that. Alice started leaving early and coming home late every day, always drunk when she got home. After several days, we were like strangers. Apart from sleeping in the same bed at night, we had almost no communication during the day. Last night was even worse—Alice didn’t come home at all! I gradually realized things might not be as simple as I thought. Alice had the weekend off. Usually, she would stay home with me to cook, watch shows, and chat. But this time she dressed up carefully and deliberately wore a newly bought dress. And when she was looking at her phone replying to messages, her lips kept curling up in a smile she couldn’t suppress. All the signs indicated that Alice might be in love with someone! “Miles, I won’t be home for dinner tonight. Just order takeout for yourself.” After getting dressed up, Alice looked several years younger. Since she usually took good care of herself, she looked like a woman in her twenties. I saw Alice picking up her bag to leave, so I called out to her. “Alice.” “What is it?” Alice stopped and looked at me questioningly. “Who asked you out?” “I just told you, didn’t I? Mira broke up with her boyfriend. Since it’s the weekend, I’m going to keep her company. Mira and I might drink, so if it gets too late, I won’t come back. I’ll stay at Mira’s place. I’m afraid she might do something foolish if she’s alone. Don’t wait up for me tonight—go to sleep when you’re tired.” “Oh, okay.” “I’m leaving.” “Be safe.” “Okay.” Hearing the door close, my heart ached. I knew Alice had a close friend named Mira. Unfortunately, Alice didn’t know that I had heard her entire conversation with Mira in the bathroom. Alice told Mira. If I called to ask, Mira should tell me that she had broken up with her boyfriend. Without a doubt, Alice was making such thorough preparations in advance. Who she was going to see was self-evident. Thinking of this, I got up and left the house. I wanted to see who Alice’s new boyfriend was!

I followed Alice to an upscale Western restaurant. I watched Alice smiling and drinking with an old man. This old man’s perverted hands kept taking advantage of Alice. Seeing this, I was instantly furious. I rushed over and broke up their intimate atmosphere. I didn’t say a word, just glared angrily at the old man beside Alice. The old man was Alice’s boss. His name was Jamal. Jamal put down his wine glass, his other hand still wrapped around Alice’s slender waist. Alice’s expression became slightly unnatural. She frowned and asked me: “Did you follow me?” “I just wanted to confirm my suspicions.” I explained. “And is the result what you expected?” Jamal picked up his napkin and elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, asking with a smile on his face. “Who is he?” I looked at Alice, asking a question I already knew the answer to. “My boss.” “So this is the old, perverted boss you mentioned.” My words made Jamal’s face change dramatically. Before he could speak. I sneered mockingly again: “You’re already so old, and you still have the nerve to seduce someone else’s wife? To put it bluntly, can you even still perform?” “Miles, I never said anything like that.” Alice hastily explained. At this point, unable to bear it any longer, Jamal suddenly stood up, furious, and grabbed his wine glass. In an instant, the entire glass of red wine was splashed on my face. “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I’m giving Alice a chance for promotion. As her husband, you should be grateful to me, thanking me for giving Alice the opportunity to earn money, instead of coming here to stage some cheating drama.” “Miles, can you stop acting like a child? So many people are watching. Aren’t you embarrassed?” Alice blinked at me, signaling me to leave. Of course, I wasn’t going to leave in disgrace like that. Alice was the one who wronged me. This old man was the third party. I glanced around. Many guests were watching us curiously. I pulled out a chair and sat down, demanding loudly: “How much money did he give you? You’re willing to give up our home and me?” “Miles!” Alice’s face changed dramatically, glaring at me with her whole body trembling. “How much money did he give you?” I pointed at Jamal and asked. “He didn’t give me money.” Alice said through gritted teeth. “Not for money? Then he promised to promote you?” After I asked this question, Alice fell silent. I immediately laughed. “He promoted you, giving you a few thousand dollars more per month, and you’re willing to drink and eat with him, and even sleep with him?” “Miles, stop talking!” Alice bit her lip, trembling with anger. “Why can’t I talk about it?” “If you had money, would I need to sell myself?” Hearing Alice’s question, I suddenly understood. “So after all this, you think I’m poor.” “That’s right, I do think you’re poor. I think you’re incompetent. I think you’re worthless. Compare yourself with any random man—who isn’t better than you?” “Then why did you willingly marry me in the first place?” “I was young and naive. I was blind. I thought all I wanted was love, but after getting married I realized that love is bullshit. Marriage without money and material things, this life worse than a dog’s—I’ve had enough!” “Is this what you really think?” “Yes!” “Fine, I understand.” I got up to leave, heartbroken. But Jamal suddenly called out to stop me: “Wait a minute.”

My gaze shifted to Jamal. “Young man, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. If you’re capable, call Alice back home. Let’s see whether she wants to stay or go with you.” Looking at the somewhat smug Jamal, I suppressed the urge to punch him. My gaze moved to Alice, watching her lean tipsily against Jamal after carefully dressing up. My heart ached faintly. From dating to marriage, everything had been moving in a beautiful direction. But I never dreamed she would sell her body for money. Originally, I was going to leave directly. But I wanted to see if Alice would suddenly change her mind. “Miles, stop embarrassing yourself. Go home.” Before I could ask, Alice told me to leave. “If you leave with me now, there might still be a chance to salvage things.” I reminded her. “We can talk about anything tomorrow when I get home.” “Tomorrow?” “As you wish.” I said nothing more and turned to leave. “Young man.” Jamal suddenly spoke. “Spit it out if you have something to say.” I frowned impatiently. “Are you interested in watching a livestream tonight?” Jamal paused. “Didn’t you say I’m too old to perform? Then I’ll let you appreciate my prowess.” I didn’t answer. Jamal’s lips curled up, continuing smugly: “Letting you watch your own wife become another man’s plaything with your own eyes—just thinking about it feels especially thrilling.” Hearing this, Alice’s pretty face became somewhat unpleasant, but she said nothing. “Can’t help it. Who told me to have money and power?” Jamal shrugged, looking completely fearless. “Are you very rich?” I raised an eyebrow and asked. “Not much, just tens of millions. Nothing worth mentioning.” Jamal said. Then he changed the subject, becoming even more smug: “Of course, what I have now, you couldn’t earn in a lifetime. If I were you, I’d just accept this, or pretend it never happened. After Alice satisfies me and gets her promotion and raise, you two can still continue living your good life together.” “A mere few tens of millions and you dare to be arrogant in front of me? In a few days, I’ll make you go bankrupt.” I said calmly. “What did you say? Did I hear wrong? You’re going to make me go bankrupt?” Jamal looked at me in astonishment, as if he’d heard the biggest joke ever. “Just wait and see.” I didn’t want to waste words and turned to leave. After I left, Jamal turned to Alice and asked: “Alice, did his head get caught in a door?” “Boss, ignore him. He just likes to brag.” Alice wrapped her arms around Jamal’s neck. “What an interesting young man, too bad his brain doesn’t work well.” Jamal laughed triumphantly, his hand tightly holding Alice’s waist. I stood outside the restaurant, taking in Jamal’s brilliant smile. The next second, I calmly took out my phone and made a call. “Mom, I want to come home and eat your cooking.”

That night, I scrolled through photos of Alice and me, unable to sleep. And Alice didn’t come home all night either. Although I already knew the answer, it would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt. To marry Alice, I had sacrificed so much. It’s just that no one knew about the sacrifices I made except myself, including Alice. After dawn, I simply packed my personal belongings and sat in the living room waiting for Alice to come home. I waited until around ten o’clock before Alice finally came home. After she entered, we made eye contact. She had gone out wearing black stockings last night, but when she returned, the stockings were gone. Thinking about how she had been intimate with that old man in bed last night, I clearly felt what it meant to have your heart ache to the point of suffocation. “You’re back?” I asked calmly on the surface. “Yeah.” Alice just responded faintly, then was about to go to the bedroom. “Sit down. Let’s talk.” “Talk about what?” Alice frowned. “I want a divorce.” I once thought Alice and I would be happy together forever. I never thought the word “divorce” would come out of my mouth. “Miles, are you crazy? You want to divorce me?” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “Yes, divorce.” I said. Alice walked up to me in a few steps, anger appearing on her tired face, asking: “Can you be more mature? Just because of this trivial matter, you want to divorce me?” Hearing this, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I suddenly stood up, my face livid: “You slept with your boss for a promotion. You betrayed me right in front of me, and you still think this is a trivial matter?” “I don’t think it’s a big deal.” Alice retorted. Then she defended her actions: “Jamal and I just made a transaction. He promised to promote me and said he would never touch me again after this. It was just one night. From now on, my salary will increase by six thousand dollars every month, and there’s a big project. If I do well, I could get a bonus of hundreds of thousands of dollars at any time. Such a good opportunity is right in front of me—do you want me to give it up?” I looked at Alice in shock as she spoke so righteously. I always thought I understood her well, but it turned out all that so-called understanding was just my own wishful thinking. “You win.” I gave Alice a thumbs up in despair. “You really want a divorce?” “Yes.” “Think it through. As long as you accept this, our life together will only get better and better from now on.” “Sorry, I can’t accept my woman cheating on me and showing no remorse.” “Fine. You want a divorce, right? I agree. Don’t come crying to me to remarry later.” After Alice finished speaking, she turned to leave. I took the divorce agreement out of the drawer and placed it on the table. Alice didn’t hesitate either, decisively signing her name on the divorce agreement. “As you wish. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” After Alice finished speaking, she viciously threw the agreement in my face. At this moment, I suddenly had an illusion that the person who made the mistake wasn’t her, but me. “The house is mine. Pack your things and get as far away as possible. Don’t ever let me see you again.” After dropping these words, Alice turned and left.

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On my wedding day, Ethan Cross bombed the hotel to stop the ceremony. He dug me out of the rubble with his bare hands. Looking at me with my lost memories, he hid the wild joy in his eyes and said in a trembling voice that he was my lover. But Ethan’s devotion to me only lasted five years. That day, he smoothly removed his wedding ring and gently cradled his assistant’s pregnant belly. “Have my child. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t let Aria find out.” But he didn’t know the assistant secretly recorded this and flaunted it to me. “You old hag! Ethan loves me. It’s time for you to step aside!” What he knew even less was that I had recovered my memory. Before him, my true love was named Nathan Kane. That man was gorgeous, but also a crazy mafia boss who never forgot a grudge. And I was just like him. Ethan Cross was finished. Ethan hid his mistress extremely well. Too bad the girl’s courage and ambition were both enormous. This girl named Summer Collins came straight to my door, belly protruding, to provoke me. “Aria, I’m carrying twins. The doctor said they’re boys.” “Their father feels bad that pregnancy is so hard on me. He’s been giving me massages every night lately, and only goes home to his wife after I fall asleep. He can’t wait to meet the babies!” I lifted my eyes with a smile, coldness flashing through them. “Has the father of your children never told you what kind of person I am?” If Ethan was so eager to see the children, shouldn’t I help him out? Half an hour later, an express delivery package was sent to Ethan’s company. While I enjoyed afternoon tea, I watched the company surveillance footage. When Ethan received my package, his cold, stern features instantly melted into gentle spring water. But the moment he opened it, his expression changed dramatically. Inside was a medical certificate for a miscarriage. Along with his and Summer’s children. An hour later, Ethan came home. Summer was lying on a temporary hospital bed. The moment she saw him, she burst into heartbroken sobs. “Ethan, she killed our children! Those were the babies you’ve been dreaming about!” “I want her dead!” Pain flashed through Ethan’s eyes. He grabbed my wrist, his cold, hard voice clearly suppressing tremendous rage. “Aria, she’s just a young girl fresh out of college! Did you really need to be this ruthless?” In five years of marriage, this was the first time he’d been harsh with me. And it was for another woman. I threw my phone in front of him. The chat history was full of intimate videos between Ethan and Summer. Along with messages insulting me and demanding I step aside. “Your mistress sent these to provoke me. As your wife, I was very hurt watching them. Isn’t it okay for me to retaliate?” Ethan froze. He glanced coldly at Summer. Then his eyes softened as he half-knelt before me, holding my hands. “Aria, you misunderstood.” “I just didn’t want you to suffer through childbirth. I planned to bring the baby home for you to raise after she gave birth.” “I swear on my life, the only person I’ll ever love is you, Aria.” I believed what he said was true. Back when we were considering having children, he directly signed up for a childbirth simulation experience. That was the first time I’d seen Ethan cry. He held me tight with heartache. “Aria, how can childbirth be this painful? Let’s not have children, okay? I can’t bear to see you suffer.” But because he couldn’t bear to see me suffer… He had another woman carry twins for me instead? I turned my head with a mocking look, just in time to see Summer’s eyes widen in disbelief, turning bloodshot. I laughed softly. “Ethan Cross, you’re the truly ruthless one, stabbing both of us with a single sentence.” “So now, what do you plan to do?” “In the past, when someone made me angry, you’d ruin them without a second thought and drive them out of the city.”

Ethan’s eyes swept over Summer with cold indifference. But his trembling hands betrayed him. After a long moment, he said: “Aria, I apologize on her behalf.” “What will it take for you to calm down and let me take her away?” A violent energy suddenly surged in my chest. No matter how prettily he spoke or how cold his eyes looked, he was still protecting her! Expressionless, I swept the porcelain in the house to the floor, shattering it everywhere. Without hesitation, Ethan took off his shoes. Barefoot, he stepped on the broken shards. He picked up Summer and walked away step by step. The bright red blood mixed with porcelain white, making my eyes tremble. Though Ethan was crazy, he was an extreme egoist. Since I’d known him, he’d only been hurt for me, only suffered losses because of me. My expression grew colder inch by inch. Ethan still didn’t know I had recovered my memory. What he knew even less was that I might have actually developed some feelings for him. For a few moments, I’d even wondered if I should continue pretending to have amnesia and stay with him forever. But now… A ruined man and a woman who stole my man. I would make them both pay dearly! After that day, Ethan sent me gifts in different ways every day. But he ran to Summer’s place daily. Tonight’s excuse was that he had a last-minute business dinner and would be home a few hours late. The moment Ethan finished lying, Summer’s message arrived. “Ha ha, are you regretting it now, old hag?” “So what if you killed my child? He just feels more sorry for me now. He makes me healthy meals every day.” In the video, a tall man wearing an apron was busy in the kitchen. Ethan never used to cook. For me, he learned from chefs everywhere. Now the dishes he made for Summer were all my favorites. Staring at the food in the video, I could even recall the familiar aromas. My mouth filled with nausea. Damn Ethan! He ruined all my favorite dishes! Summer’s laugh was full of malice and showing off. “He also said he’ll give me another child tonight, while you…” “Old hag, you’re finished.” The moment the voice message finished playing, my car was violently struck. I looked up to see a dozen tattooed, bald muscle men with clubs surrounding me. “So you’re the one who bullied my little sister Summer?” I raised an eyebrow and calmly called Ethan. As usual, he answered after just one ring. “Ethan, Summer called her gang friends. They’ve surrounded me with their men.” His voice on the other end sounded somewhat helpless. “Aria, stop making things up, okay? She’s just a college graduate. How could she…” I smiled and cut him off directly. “I won’t resist whatever they do. Whether you come or not is up to you.” With that, I hung up. The night wind was cool. I counted the traffic lights in a daze. Ethan appeared quickly. He’d encountered traffic on the way and abandoned his car to sprint here. The man was gasping, his chest heaving violently, his shirt vaguely outlining his muscular chest. I stared for a moment, then smiled slightly. Actually, I’d lied to him. The muscle men who’d tried to do something to me were now sprawled all over the ground. Ethan stared at me through clenched teeth. Finally, his gaze fell on my scratched leg. With heartache and defeat, he crouched in front of me. With extreme gentleness, he held my calf and applied medicine. “You’re only acting this way because you know I love you!” He had a thousand complaints in his heart, but this was all he dared to express. In that instant, my heart stirred again slightly. For once, I felt the urge to explain. “This wasn’t staged by me. Summer really did call them here.” But Ethan said without hesitation: “I asked Summer. She swore it wasn’t her. She’s a very innocent girl, not like…” His words cut off abruptly. But I understood. Not like me—vicious and cunning. My expression darkened. I grabbed my phone and called my lawyer right in front of Ethan. “Please prepare divorce papers for me. I’ll come pick them up right now.” I kicked Ethan out of the car and turned it around. He actually stood directly in front of my car. The night wind lifted his hair. His eyes were defiant yet crazed. He gritted his teeth, his voice practically squeezing through his throat. “Aria, if you want a divorce, run me over first!” The bright headlights illuminated his insane expression. I met his gaze and stepped on the gas.

The piercing sound of brakes rang out. I stopped just a few centimeters away. But Ethan didn’t retreat at all, staring at me with hot, crazy eyes. This time it was my turn to grit my teeth. “This lunatic!” I fled in panic, turning to leave in another direction. A few days later, I received another message from Summer. Unexpectedly, her attitude this time was surprisingly humble. “Aria, I’m here to apologize. I really know I was wrong.” “I know I made you angry. Give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?” She sent an address, saying she wanted to invite me to relax. And apologize in person. I went. An enormous rose garden appeared before my eyes. Summer stood in a white dress in front of intensely red rose bushes, waiting for me with a smile. Like a hostess, she used a key to open the estate’s gate. When I glimpsed the huge photograph by the flower bushes, my body stiffened. In the photo, Summer and Ethan held hands, lying in the flowers kissing. The scene was beautiful and warm. And the date it was taken was five years ago. Before I lost my memory. Summer’s pretentiously proud laughter came from beside me. “Aria, actually I knew about you long ago. I even helped Ethan come up with ideas to pursue you.” Only then did I learn that Summer had known Ethan much longer than I had. She was a poor student he sponsored. Ethan brought her out of the mountains. When she had nowhere to live, she stayed at his place. The corridor was filled with photos, every single one of Summer and Ethan together. This rose garden was built by him for her. Listening to Summer introduce their past photo by photo. My palms actually went a bit numb. She smiled as she looked at my wedding ring. “Every gift Ethan gave you, I helped him choose.” “Including this wedding ring—he only bought it because I liked this style.” I knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth, or rather not telling it completely. The wedding ring was something Ethan first selected from dozens of styles. He brought them to me and let me choose personally. But that didn’t stop me from being disgusted. Expressionless, I pulled off the ring and casually tossed it into the rose bushes. Seeing this, Summer’s eyes curved with satisfaction. “Mr. Cross really likes you. I’m so unwilling to accept it.” “But it’s okay. People always get tired, right! I acted understanding in front of him, saying I didn’t want anything, just that when he thought of me, he could spare me a little of the love you didn’t want.” “Guess what?” Summer laughed exaggeratedly, as if remembering something happy. “He took the initiative to sleep with me!” “You, the white moonlight, became a mosquito blood stain after he caught you. He’s tired of you!” “So I advise you to be smart and get lost. Mr. Cross will be mine sooner or later!” I stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled sweetly. “If you’re this cheap, then I feel relieved.” Summer froze, looking at me suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “This way I won’t feel any guilt.” Under her confused gaze, I kicked over the shelving. Collectible wine shattered all over the floor. I pulled out a lighter. The flickering flame illuminated Summer’s terrified face. The next second, fire engulfed the entire estate. Ethan arrived quickly. Seeing me and Summer in the flames, his eyes nearly split with rage. Summer screamed at the top of her lungs: “Ethan, save me! The fire’s about to reach me!” “I just lost two children for you!” I watched Ethan with interest and mouthed words to him. “Between the two of us, who will you save first?”

The wild, unrestrained fire dragon licked at the sky. Illuminating the man’s struggling expression. He soaked himself thoroughly and rushed toward Summer. At the same time, I heard his anxious voice. “Aria, I know what you’re capable of. You can escape on your own, but Summer can’t!” He scooped Summer up in his arms. Through the rolling flames, I saw Summer turn her head and flash me a triumphant smile. I smiled back at her. Arms crossed, standing still without moving. The flames burned more and more fiercely. Ethan glanced at me not moving and hesitated for half a second before gritting his teeth. In the end, he put Summer down and rushed over to cover me with his wet jacket, pulling me to escape the fire. I stared at him with half disappointment. What a shame. If he’d just chosen to leave me behind, I could have used that as grounds for divorce. As for what the other half of my emotions were, I didn’t want to think about it. After rescuing me, Ethan went back for Summer. After we got out, the corridor’s flower stands collapsed. They fell right on Summer’s leg. When Ethan carried her out, she was crying her heart out. I knew Ethan was angry. As he passed me, he slammed heavily into my shoulder. He ordered coldly: “Take the lady to the hospital with us!” On the hospital bed. Summer’s leg was wrapped in thick bandages. She obediently held Ethan’s hand. “Ethan, don’t be angry. I’m fine.” “I don’t blame Aria for making trouble at the estate, and I don’t blame you for not saving me first. It’s my own fault…” As she spoke, her eyes reddened, but she stubbornly refused to let tears fall. She looked like she’d suffered a great injustice no matter how you looked at her. Ethan’s eyes filled with heartache and guilt. He even ignored my presence and directly cupped her face, kissing and comforting her tenderly. Then he frowned at me. “Aria, you trespassed on Summer’s estate, set fires, and hurt people. Don’t you think you should apologize?!” I smiled provocatively, resolute. “I won’t.” Ethan’s frown deepened. Summer said with false sincerity: “Ethan, don’t force Aria. Don’t fight because of me!” She suddenly smiled at me quickly and operated something on her phone. The next second, media reporters flooded into the hospital room. “Are you Mrs. Cross?” “We heard you won’t let any woman near Mr. Cross. This assistant was just doing her daily work, and you directly set a fire to hurt her. Is this true?” Dense microphones and cameras pointed at me. Ethan’s expression became panicked. Five years ago, to hide me after I lost my memory, he’d gone to great lengths. He spent hundreds of millions creating false leads to lure my lover, who was desperately searching for me, out of the country. He blocked the media, forbidding any reports or public photos showing my face for five years. He took big strides toward me. But at that moment, Summer pretended to be pushed down by the media and cried out in pain. “Ethan, my stomach hurts so much. Did my wound open again?” “Forget it, forget it. You should go check on Aria first. I can find a doctor myself.” “After all… this isn’t the first time you’ve abandoned me for her.” As she spoke, she shed bitter tears. Ethan’s eyes froze. Across the crowded cameras and heads of the media, he looked straight into my eyes. “Again? You arranged these media yourself, didn’t you?” “Aria, I won’t fall for your tricks this time.” “Summer is right. I’ve spoiled you too much these five years. It’s time you learned a lesson!” With that, he picked up Summer and turned to leave. “Summer, I’m sorry. I’ll never let you get hurt because of her again!” Over his shoulder, Summer gave me a flaunting look. This time, she’d finally won. I held my sides laughing until tears came. Ethan desperately hid me for five years. Turns out all it took was one Summer to make him let his guard down. The hospital room door slammed shut. I looked at the camera and smiled as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I knew he would definitely see me. As long as I gave him the slightest clue, he would spare no effort to find me. My former beloved, mafia boss Nathan Kane.

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My best friend was a professional “relationship tester.” She said she was afraid I would get hurt by scumbags, so every time I dated someone, she would disguise herself as their ideal type and seduce them into bed. Every single time, she would send me photos from the bedroom. “Jade! If I was not protecting you, you would have been fooled by another scumbag! I am such a good friend to you!” I was tormented to the point of breaking down. I cut ties with her completely and moved to another city. Later, I met the love of my life, Ethan Rivers. On our wedding day, I saw my best friend disguised as a makeup artist. “Jade, let me test him before you get married!” She drugged me unconscious, put on my wedding dress, and got into Ethan’s bed. I woke up just in time, brought people to burst into the bridal suite, and had her sent to prison. Later, I got pregnant. During delivery, I hemorrhaged severely. Ethan watched me struggle in agony but refused to sign the consent form to save me. “Miranda just wanted to give herself to me before the wedding to fulfill her wish!” “But you sent her to prison and caused her suicide! When she died, she was carrying my child!” “You and that bastard in your belly both deserve to die for her!” Only then did I realize the man I thought was my true love had fallen for my best friend long ago. I died with grievances. He even threw my ashes into a sewer. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn to the day my best friend disguised herself as a makeup artist and appeared at my wedding.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Miranda Cole’s familiar yet stunning face again. Her foot slipped. She let out a soft cry and fell into Ethan’s arms, her face flushed as she looked at him. “Sorry.” This was her favorite seduction trick. I had witnessed it countless times. In my previous life, when I opened my eyes and saw Miranda like a nightmare before me, when I saw the wedding makeup I had looked forward to ruined by her, when I watched her flirt and use the same old tricks to seduce my husband again, my fear and rage poured out like a flood. I screamed and rushed forward, yanking her away and slapping her across the face. “Get out! You’re trying to seduce my boyfriend again, aren’t you? I won’t let you ! I will not let you succeed!” Ethan quickly called the bridesmaids to hold me down. Miranda cowered in the corner, her face red and pitiful. “I did not. Mrs. Rivers, you misunderstood. This is just a pre-wedding prank.” No matter how I explained that she was a relationship tester, that she had seduced several of my boyfriends and destroyed countless relationships of mine, Miranda just cried in panic. “I really did not. I do not even know you. I am just a makeup artist. Please stop slandering me…” Everyone whispered. “A relationship tester? Has she been reading too many novels? Who does that?” “She thinks everyone is trying to steal her husband. How embarrassing…”

My defenses grew pale under everyone’s mockery and Ethan’s weary gaze. Ethan sighed helplessly and came over to hug me gently. “It is okay. If you do not like her, we will fire her, alright?” “But you should have told me directly instead of misunderstanding her and slandering her…” I thought he, like the other guests, had been deceived by Miranda’s lies and disguise. But it was not until I died that I learned the truth. His heart had already turned toward Miranda. This time, I watched Miranda throw herself into Ethan’s arms with no expression on my face. I did not miss the flash of emotion in his eyes. But the next second, he glanced at me quickly. He pushed the person in his arms away and said coldly, “This joke is not funny. Apologize to my wife right now and remove that makeup properly so you can redo it.” “No need.” I spoke calmly, picking up a makeup remover wipe to clean the marks on my face. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and patted her head gently. “Are not you going to thank my wife? If she was not so kind and forgiving…” I cut him off. “Ethan, no need to redo the makeup. Let us just cancel the wedding.” Ethan looked at me in disbelief, then laughed after a moment. “That joke is not funny.” “This is not a joke.” I simply took off the wedding dress Ethan had imported and threw it aside like garbage. “The wedding is canceled. We are breaking up.” I quickly put on my coat and walked toward the door. “Jade!” Only then did Ethan realize I was serious. He grabbed my wrist, veins bulging on his forehead as he suppressed his emotions. “You are canceling the wedding just because of a makeup artist’s prank?” He looked at me, his eyes full of grievance and confusion. “Jade! Stop making a scene!” “This wedding we put so much effort into. All our friends and family are here. You cannot…” I shook off his hand, ignoring the pointing and whispering around us, and looked at him with cold mockery. “Ethan, you know perfectly well why we are not getting married.” “I am giving you a chance to be with the person you truly love. Is not that good?” I thought I would see panic on Ethan’s face. But he looked perfectly calm, confused and aggrieved. “Jade, what are you talking about? Everyone knows you are the one I love most.” He pointed at Miranda. “Is it because of her?” He said helplessly, “I did not know she would pull that prank.” “Besides, did not I already say I would make her apologize? If you are still not satisfied, I will fire her.” Miranda ran out crying. Ethan did not even look at her. His eyes were fixed deeply on me. “Is that enough now?” I looked at him with calm eyes, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Ethan’s parents walked in, their tone reproachful as they tried to persuade me. “Ethan has already apologized. Do not push it.” “Jade, you know how good Ethan has been to you. Have you forgotten who arranged your mother’s surgery and follow-up treatment? Do not be ungrateful.”

My heart ached sharply. My mother’s stroke was caused by Miranda. She deliberately displayed photos of herself in bed with my ex at his and my wedding, then publicly eloped with my ex, leaving me as the laughingstock. My mother collapsed in anger and fell into a coma. To get her treatment, I transferred hospitals to Portland and met Ethan Rivers, a neurosurgery expert. Ethan and I gradually fell in love during the treatment process. I understood the threat in his mother’s words. Their family was prominent. If I ruined the wedding today and made them lose face, my mother would be kicked out of the Rivers Medical Center. “Mom!” Ethan cut off his mother’s words with measured firmness. “Jade is my wife. Her mother is my mother-in-law. This is what I should do.” He looked at me, his tone pleading. “Honey, for the sake of me saving your mother, please do not make a scene at the wedding today, okay?” I dug my nails into my palms and showed a wronged expression. “Ethan, do you really not know that makeup artist? But she whispered to me that you deliberately had her make me look ugly to get back at me. That is why I got angry.” As soon as I spoke, the guests who had been displeased with me all showed sympathetic expressions. Ethan’s mouth twitched, then he showed a reassuring smile. “She was talking nonsense, just jealous of your good marriage.” Seeing I remained silent, he promised helplessly, “I will file a complaint against her right now, okay?” Only then did I show a smile and say, “Then you have to make a vow.” “If you really have something going on with her and betrayed me, then we will get divorced.” Ethan coaxed me and raised his hand to make a vow. The guests laughed good-naturedly. “You are worrying too much. Ethan only has eyes for you.” Outside the door, Miranda’s face flashed by, filled with vicious resentment at her failed scheme. I ignored it. After the wedding ceremony ended, just as I was about to go back to the room to change out of my wedding dress, someone covered my mouth and nose. I stopped breathing and closed my eyes, going along with it. Just like in my previous life. Miranda and Ethan were entangled, stumbling through the door of the adjacent guest room. The two fell onto the bed, making intimate sounds. I suddenly opened my eyes, quickly went downstairs, and found my in-laws who were chatting with guests. This time, I did not do what I did in my previous life. I did not mention that Miranda had drugged me and climbed into bed with him. I just appeared worried and said, “Mom, Dad, Ethan seems to have drunk too much and is not feeling well.” The doting Mr. and Mrs. Rivers, along with the Rivers family relatives eager to watch drama unfold, immediately followed me upstairs in a massive group. As soon as we reached the guest room door, we heard intimate sounds from inside. Immediately, their faces turned ugly. They hurried to cover it up, but I pushed the door open directly. “Ethan, are you not feeling well?” The door opened. The two entangled figures on the bed immediately sprang apart, hurriedly pulling up the blanket. Miranda flashed me a triumphant smile through the crowd. In an instant, the people outside the door erupted. “Oh my God, that woman is not that the makeup artist from this morning?” “Looks like what Jade said was all true…” Mr. Rivers’ face flushed red with shame and anger. “Ethan! Look at what you have done!” Mrs. Rivers rushed forward, dragging Miranda from the bed. “It is all you! You must have drugged my son and made him think you were Jade!”

“Son, that is what happened, right? We will call the police! Send this bitch to prison!” At these words, Miranda, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was frightened into tears, shrinking into Ethan’s arms. “Enough!” Ethan roared, fiercely protecting Miranda. He raised his head and looked at me through the crowd. His eyes were dark but showed not a trace of panic or guilt. “Jade, let us talk.” Mr. and Mrs. Rivers cleared everyone out. Only the three of us remained in the room. I did not think there was anything left to discuss between him and me. I was just thinking about why, in this life, when I had not sent Miranda to prison or caused her death there, he could still face me without any guilt. For a moment, I could not tell if my heart felt bitter or resentful. I took off my wedding ring and threw it in the trash. I said flatly, “You made a vow. If you lied to me, we would get divorced.” “Ethan, I will draft divorce papers as soon as possible.” “Jade!” Ethan behind me called out. “I will not divorce you.” I whipped around, looking at him with hatred for the first time. “Then I will file for divorce!” “You can try!” Ethan’s face was obscured in the dim room. “If you dare file for divorce, I will immediately stop your mother’s treatment.” “I guarantee that in all of Portland no, the entire country no hospital will take your mother.” “Ethan!” I clenched my teeth, trembling uncontrollably. I must have looked utterly pathetic and powerless right now because I saw Miranda flash that gleeful smile again. “Why are you doing this to me?” “If you like her, just divorce me! You two can be together openly! Why do you have to drag me into this!” I looked at Ethan through tears. “I have already made way for you. I have never done anything wrong to you! Why will not you let me go!” Ethan said coldly, “You have not wronged me, but you have wronged Miranda.” I widened my eyes in shock. “When did I…” Ethan sneered. “Every boyfriend Miranda ever had were not they all stolen by you?” “It was you who, under the guise of being a ‘relationship tester,’ stole all of Miranda’s boyfriends, slept with them, and stimulated Miranda until she became depressed and nearly committed suicide!” “You stole so many of her lovers. You should feel what it is like to have your man stolen.” “And your mother! Dare you say why your mother had a stroke?” “It is because your mother went to Miranda’s wedding to make a scene, trying to help you steal her man, and got yelled at until she fainted. Your mother is half-dead that is what she deserves.” My head exploded with a roar. Almost instinctively, I rushed to them. I slapped Ethan hard across the face. But when I raised my hand to slap Miranda, Ethan shoved me away. “Enough! Even now you are still bullying Miranda!” I wiped my tears and said through gritted teeth. “I did not do it! I never did any of those things! Ethan! It was Miranda who stole my boyfriends! It was she who eloped with my ex at the wedding and made my mother collapse!” “So many people witnessed these things. So many chat records are still on my phone. You can go check…”

“Enough!” Ethan slapped me across the face, cutting off my words. His face was ugly. “At this point, you still will not admit it! Still will not repent!” “Jade, I never knew you were such a shameless, conscienceless person!” “Will not admit it, huh? Still lying, huh? Then let me see just how stubborn you can be!” He stood up directly and dragged me downstairs. “Ethan! Let me go!” He ignored my struggles and threw me directly into the basement freezer, locking the door. “Let me out! Ethan!” I frantically pounded on the freezer door. His only response was cold and merciless. “You will not admit it, right? Then let us see if your life is tougher or your mouth!” “When you admit it and kneel down to apologize to Miranda, that is when I will let you out!” I desperately pounded on the freezer door, but no one paid attention. The temperature dropped rapidly. I collapsed helplessly on the floor, beginning to lose body heat. I do not know how long passed before the freezer door opened. I looked up to see Miranda coming over with concern to help me. “Bestie, are you okay? Come out quickly! Let us go to the hospital!” Looking at the genuine concern on her face, I only felt torn apart. “Miranda, why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to wrong you that you would hurt me like this!” My voice choked with sobs. If I hated anyone, I hated Miranda more than Ethan. We grew up together. We were best friends. I took slaps for her when blocking the seniors who bullied her. She once hugged my arm and said she wanted to be with me forever. But this same person kept stabbing me in the heart. Miranda looked hurt and wronged. “I am just afraid you will be deceived by scumbags. I just want to find you a husband who truly loves and trusts you!” “Look! If I had not tested him this time, you would have married a bad man. What if there is a mistress later who makes up lies like I did? Then you would…” I shook off her hand, sobbing. “You are not doing this for my good! You are hurting me again and again!” Miranda blinked her innocent eyes and said to me, “Okay, okay, it is my fault. Let us go to the hospital first.” She forcibly helped up the already unsteady me and pushed me into a car. The car drove all the way to a hotel. I looked at her warily. “What are you trying to do! Where are you taking me!” She just smiled mysteriously, grabbed my weakened body, and led me into a room. The door opened to reveal a group of sleazy-looking burly men inside. She suddenly screamed, tore her clothes, smashed her own head, and ran outside. “I was wrong! I am sorry, Miss White! I will not compete with you for him! I will not compete with you for anything! Do not hit me anymore!” My instincts screamed danger. I barely managed to stand, trying to grab her. Before I could steady myself, the door was kicked open. After Ethan saw me and the sleazy men behind me, his eyes turned red instantly. He slapped me across the face. “Jade! Do you have a death wish?!” “Not only do you refuse to repent for your mistakes, you want to keep retaliating against Miranda?! You even wanted to ruin her! How can you be so vicious!” “I did not!” I bit my lip and shouted. “It was Miranda who opened the freezer and brought me here!” “Enough! Only my parents and I know the freezer password! How could Miranda open it! You clearly sneaked out of the freezer and kidnapped Miranda here!” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “Fine! Threatening your life did not make you yield, so let us see if your mother’s life will!”

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My son got a girlfriend who’s ten years older than him, divorced, and has a five-year-old son. Of course I didn’t approve. I strongly opposed it, but my son went on a hunger strike for a week, threatening to die. Watching my son grow so weak he could barely speak, I gave in. On the day we met the parents, she said arrogantly, “Ethan said he’ll treat my son as his own, and to put my mind at ease, he’s already gotten a vasectomy.” “Of course, if your family treats my son well, I might consider letting Ethan get a reversal surgery.” My son also rushed to declare his loyalty, “Until Jessica agrees, I absolutely won’t have children of my own.” I completely gave up hope. I said calmly, “Whatever you two decide is fine. I have no objections.” When my son brought Jessica home for dinner, I didn’t make things difficult for her or show her a cold face. I received her with a calm heart. She wore elaborate makeup and dressed young, but standing next to my twenty-three-year-old son, you could see the age difference, though it wasn’t too dramatic. I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and smiled as I made small talk with her. After chatting for about half an hour, I took out an envelope I’d prepared beforehand and handed it to her. Inside was eleven thousand dollars, which by our local standards was already quite generous. When Jessica took it, she thought she was being subtle, but her fingers obviously pinched to gauge the thickness. The corners of her mouth turned down. Clearly she thought it was too little. I’d originally thought that since my son loved her so much, she must have some redeeming qualities I hadn’t discovered yet, and I wanted to talk with her more. Now I’d completely lost interest. I made an excuse about having work at the company, preparing to end this meeting. That’s when Jessica spoke up. “Since Ethan and I are planning to get married, we’ll be family from now on. There’s something I don’t want to hide from you.” “Ethan always says you’re an open-minded mother. I believe you’ll understand.” Hearing this, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Jessica’s attitude seemed respectful, but her eyes were full of provocation as she said, “Ethan said he’d treat my child as his own, but words are just words. So to put my mind at ease, he voluntarily got a vasectomy.” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. A vasectomy? Suppressing my anger, I looked sharply at my son. “Ethan, is what she’s saying true?” My son’s eyes flashed with guilt as he explained, “Mom, Andy is still young, at a sensitive age. He often has nightmares at night because he’s scared.” “Not only is Jessica worried, I’m worried too, so I went and… got the vasectomy.” Jessica pretended to comfort me. “This is all temporary. As long as I’m sure your family truly treats my son well, I’ll agree to let Ethan get a reversal surgery.” A surge of anger shot up, burning so hot my whole body trembled. What did she mean by “she’s sure”? “She’ll agree”? But before I could demand an explanation, my son was already rushing to show his loyalty to Jessica. “Don’t worry, I’ll never go back on what I promised you!” “Until you agree, I absolutely won’t have children of my own.” My son’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured over me, chilling me to the bone. In that moment, I completely gave up hope. I said calmly, “Whatever you two decide is fine. I have no objections.”

Ethan took Jessica home, and I collapsed on the sofa, lost in thought. My son Ethan had been obedient and sensible since childhood, did well in school, got into a prestigious university, and after graduation used his own abilities to get into a major tech company. I could say he’d never given me any trouble. But I never expected I’d stumble so badly on his marriage. Jessica was his coworker. Ethan fell for her at first sight. “She’s extremely capable, she’s been involved in so many major projects.” “She has a great personality, everyone at the company likes her.” “There are a lot of factions at the company. If she hadn’t warned me, I would have offended people.” “When we work overtime, she always orders takeout for me.” … This was Ethan’s first relationship. Of course I wanted to bless it, but Jessica was not only ten years older than him, she was also divorced, and even had a five-year-old son! What I didn’t expect even more was that Ethan would go on a hunger strike and threaten to die for her sake. A mother can probably never win against her son, so I gave in and tried hard to convince myself to accept them. But I never imagined that this woman Jessica would encourage Ethan to get a vasectomy! I run beauty salons—my job is dealing with women. I knew her little schemes crystal clear. Ethan’s hunger strike for her gave her confidence. She just wanted to use Ethan to control me. As long as I still wanted grandchildren, I’d have to listen to her. But what made me even angrier was Ethan. I didn’t believe he didn’t know how important the vasectomy was, how angry and upset I’d be when I found out, but he still did it. He was just relying on being my only son, convinced I couldn’t do anything about it. Instantly, a thought I couldn’t control popped up. I was forty-seven this year, healthy—I was completely in time to have another one! When Ethan came home, I was still wildly tempted by that thought. He sat down across from me, somewhat unhappy as he asked, “Mom, today when Jessica mentioned my vasectomy, if I hadn’t interrupted, were you going to get angry?” I stared at him sharply and asked, “You got a vasectomy without saying a word. Shouldn’t I be angry?” Ethan froze and said, “That’s not what I meant.” “Mom, you’ve always opposed us being together. Jessica doesn’t feel secure, so that’s why I came up with the vasectomy idea. Don’t blame her.” I didn’t believe a word of this! But the deed was already done. Arguing now about whose idea it was had no meaning. I looked at him steadily and asked with utmost seriousness, “Ethan, I’m asking you one last time. If I still don’t agree, will you still insist on marrying Jessica?” Ethan suddenly stood up and said emotionally, “Mom, didn’t we already agree? Why are you going back on your word?” “Anyway, she’s the only person I’ll love in this life!” “If I can’t marry her, I’d rather die!” “Mom, don’t make me hate you!” Hearing Ethan say “don’t make me hate you,” I laughed coldly inside and completely let go of that last shred of hope. Have another one. I made the decision instantly. I said calmly, “Ethan, you’re not young anymore, and you’re about to get married and start a family with someone else. From now on, I won’t interfere in your affairs. You make your own decisions.” After a pause, I said meaningfully, “You chose this partner yourself. I hope you won’t regret it.” Ethan’s obsession with Jessica was obvious to the naked eye, but the way Jessica looked at Ethan wasn’t as passionate as how she looked at my Hermès Birkin bag. Unfortunately, Ethan didn’t notice and kept singing Jessica’s praises to me. On the surface I listened attentively, but inside I was already screening candidates to father my child. Over ten years ago, when Ethan’s dad was secretly meeting his mistress, he died in a car accident. After that, I never remarried for Ethan’s sake, but I also had needs, so I dated a few boyfriends. My current one was a company employee. His family had difficulties and I helped them out, then later he got into my bed under the guise of repaying me. He was young and handsome, so I just went along with it. He’d been my underground lover for several years without any official status, never actively asked for anything, never used my influence to suppress anyone, and instead worked hard for the company. Almost instantly, I made my decision. Him it was. I took out my phone and sent him a message. I’m coming to your place tonight to stay over.

After that, in my effort to get pregnant, I was trying almost every day, always getting home in the middle of the night. And Ethan was right in the thick of his infatuation with Jessica, also frequently staying out all night. We clearly lived under the same roof, but we managed not to run into each other, and Ethan didn’t notice at all that I was coming home late. After more than two months of this, Ethan called me, saying he wanted to discuss the wedding. That day, we both rarely came home from work on time. He talked for a bit about his and Jessica’s recent situation, emphasizing how good Jessica was to him, how her son was starting to accept him, and how happy that made him. After going on about this for over half an hour, he asked me, “Mom, what style of wedding do you prefer?” After listening to him talk nonsense for so long, honestly, I was quite annoyed. I said bluntly, “This is your and Jessica’s wedding. Shouldn’t you be asking what she likes?” “I told you, I respect all your decisions.” Ethan was very happy. “I said there’d be no problem, but Jessica insisted I ask you.” He asked again, “Mom, Jessica says the wedding needs eighty thousand dollars. That’s okay, right?” Ethan said with both heartache and emotion, “I think eighty thousand is too little, but she insisted, saying as long as she can marry me, she’d be willing even without a wedding ceremony. Mom, Jessica is so good, I don’t want her to feel wronged.” As he spoke, Ethan’s eyes even reddened. I raised an eyebrow. Looks like Jessica’s ambitions weren’t small. Sure enough, Ethan immediately continued, “Mom, that luxury penthouse you bought me for my marriage—I want to add Jessica’s name to the deed, and then do a prenuptial agreement.” I put my water glass down on the coffee table, a bit heavily—bang. I looked at Ethan and said calmly, “If you bought the house yourself, you could even put only her name on it if you wanted.” “But I paid for that penthouse. Understand?” Ethan was stunned and after a long pause could only squeeze out, “Isn’t it all family money?” I laughed coldly. He knew it was family money! I was too lazy to beat around the bush with him and decided to speak plainly. “I don’t like Jessica, but if you insist on marrying her, I won’t oppose it. I respect you.” “But my things—tell Jessica to stop coveting them!” “And you stop coveting them too!” Ethan’s face turned from red to white. “Mom, I’m your son. Why do you have to be so clear about everything?” He said righteously, “Your things will eventually be left to us anyway!” Though I already knew he thought this way, thinking it and hearing it firsthand were two different things. I said mockingly, “Don’t speak in such absolutes. I don’t necessarily have to leave it to you.” Ethan said impatiently, “Mom, I know you’re angry about the vasectomy, but I’ve already explained. Can you stop being so passive-aggressive!” “Also, don’t think I can’t tell—you’re just trying to use money to control me, to make me break up with Jessica. Let me tell you, I absolutely won’t compromise!” “Just you wait and see—even without your money, we can live well!” After delivering his speech, Ethan slammed the door and left. After that, he started preparing for the wedding. It was very grand—custom wedding dress and diamond ring, five-star hotel, tables at sixty-eight hundred dollars each, the venue decorated entirely with imported fresh flowers. He really kept his word—he never asked me for a cent. But I only had this one son. I’d always been generous with money when it came to him. For holidays I’d give him envelopes with fifty or a hundred thousand dollars. During his university years, his monthly allowance was ten thousand. That only stopped when he started working. His savings must be at least close to a million. At the end of the day, wasn’t that also my money? So when Ethan stood on stage saying something about how no matter how many people opposed him, he had the ability to give Jessica happiness, I only found it laughable. My best friend sitting next to me rolled her eyes and said bluntly, “Your son was raised for nothing.” Thinking of the pregnancy test result from this morning, my smile deepened. “Yeah, so I’m hoping this time I can have a daughter.” My friend froze. “You mean you’re…” Before she could finish her sentence, Jessica’s mother’s shrill voice interrupted, “You’re pregnant?”

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Chase Sterling and I were purely platonic friends for twenty-six years. We were inseparable, but he was a relentless player who couldn’t stand being alone. So, whenever he got a new girlfriend, I would proactively distance myself and cut contact. On my twenty-seventh birthday, Chase—likely annoyed by his family constantly pressuring him to settle down—showed up at my front door bright and early. “Quinn, why don’t we just make do with each other?” I was just about to curse him out when he added, “I’m serious.” For the first time ever, Chase crossed the boundary and held his hand out to me. I looked at him and thought about it for a few seconds. “Chase, if we cross this line and become a couple, we can never be friends again if we break up.” He gave me his signature, cocky grin. “We’re not going to break up. I couldn’t bear to lose you.” And so, I took his hand. That “making do” lasted for three years. At our engagement party, Chase and his frat brother, Tyler, sneaked out to the balcony for a smoke. “Chase, I know you originally asked Quinn to be your cover because you were terrified your grandfather would go after Lily. But looking at her today… I think Quinn is actually genuinely in love with you.” “You didn’t… forget to tell her this was all just for show, did you?” The hazy cigarette smoke obscured Chase’s face. His voice was cold and indifferent. “I was in a rush that day. I forgot.” My footsteps came to a dead halt right around the corner. In my hand, I was holding the cold medicine I had just bought for him. Tyler sounded horrified. His voice spiked as he called him a bastard, then leaned in closer to ask: “So what the hell is the situation with you and Quinn now? Are you actually marrying her or not?” “Because just yesterday, right before your engagement, I saw Lily post on her private story. You were at her apartment in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, cooking her late-night snacks.” Chase let out a low chuckle. “Lily is my real girlfriend, obviously.” “As for Quinn? She’s just a strategic business merger. What’s the difference between a real marriage and a fake one?” “I knew she liked me a long time ago. Giving her a picture-perfect marriage and the title of my wife… I’d say I’m treating her pretty damn well.” The glass of water in my hand grew so hot it burned my palm. I lowered my head, feeling incredibly pathetic. I realized the cold medicine tablets I was holding had already started melting into my sweaty skin. But what burned hotter was my face. It was the absolute, crushing humiliation of having my secret, years-long crush exposed, only to be mocked and trampled on. “You know what? Quinn is actually pretty clueless. I’ve been around the block enough times to know that nobody’s breathing hitches and refuses to make eye contact when they hold hands with a purely ‘business’ partner.” “She always acts so cool and indifferent, but she’s actually incredibly patient. She lets me get away with everything.” Chase coughed softly, a hint of smug bragging in his voice. “Two days before the engagement, I lied and told her I had an emergency business trip. She didn’t suspect a thing. She even packed my suitcase for me.” “Last night, Lily and I got a little crazy by the window. When I got home at 3 AM, my head was pounding, but all my meds were expired. Quinn literally threw a winter coat over her pajamas and ran out into the freezing cold to buy me medicine. Then she brewed me ginger tea and coaxed me to sleep.” “She woke up every half hour to feel my forehead, terrified I was running a fever.” “I don’t even think she realizes how obsessed with me she is.” Tyler sucked in a sharp breath. “Chase, she’s treated you like gold for years. I refuse to believe you haven’t caught even a tiny bit of feelings for her?” I stood outside the door. I felt like the biggest joke in the world. My eyes burned, and the tears threatened to spill. But I didn’t leave. I wanted to hear Chase’s answer. Without a single second of hesitation, Chase replied with dripping sarcasm. “What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I don’t.” “I’ve known Quinn for nearly thirty years. If we were going to happen, it would have happened a long time ago. I wouldn’t have waited until I was twenty-seven.” “My type has always been the sweet, innocent, soft girls. Quinn is a tough, cold badass. She completely misses every single box on my checklist.” “Love is something that hits you at first sight. I don’t believe in ‘growing to love someone over time.’ Even if you gave me another thirty years, I would never fall for her.” He took a deep drag of his cigarette, sounding completely self-righteous. “But Quinn is my best friend for life, and soon she’ll be my family. Even if I don’t love her, I’ll definitely make sure she’s taken care of.” “I want her, and I want Lily.” My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. But I couldn’t stop myself from smiling a bitter, hollow smile. What did Chase see me as? A convenient object he could just pick up and mold to his liking? Pick it up when he needed it, toss it aside when he didn’t. Just how pathetic and low did he think I was, to assume that marrying me was some kind of generous charity? Out on the balcony, Tyler sighed and patted Chase’s shoulder. “Let’s go back inside, man. The party is starting.” “So tonight, the plan is to introduce Lily as my cousin, right?” I turned my back and quickly hurried down the stairs. I sprinted into a vacant bathroom and dry-heaved over the sink. The tears fell faster than I could wipe them away, completely ruining my carefully done makeup. The emotions I had harbored for years suddenly felt like a putrid, suffocating swamp, pulling me under and making me physically sick. My phone buzzed constantly with group chat notifications. [It’s the engagement party! Where are our main characters?] [Chase and I are walking in now. My cousin is coming tonight too.] [Since when do you have a cousin, Tyler? Where’s Quinn? She’s been MIA.] I found an empty guest room. I washed my face clean and reapplied a light, sharp layer of makeup. For years, whenever Chase dated someone new, I proactively cut contact. Tonight, I wanted to see exactly what kind of girl had stolen his heart. As for him and me? I used a cotton swab to meticulously wipe away a stray tear from the corner of my eye, making sure my foundation was flawless. Chase probably thought I was joking when I told him on day one: If we break up, we don’t stay friends. But I, Quinn, have never been desperate for friends. And I absolutely refuse to spend another second of my life standing beside someone who doesn’t love me. “Baby, what took you so long?” The second I sat down in the VIP room, Chase leaned in, whining and acting cute. “I haven’t taken my meds tonight, and my cough is getting worse.” He blinked his puppy-dog eyes and nuzzled his face into my shoulder. There wasn’t a single trace of the cold, calculating bastard from the balcony. His friends around us started hooting and hollering. “Get a room! Leave the PDA at the door!” “You two are sickeningly sweet! If you weren’t so perfect for each other, I would have kicked you out of the group chat years ago!” “This is what you call a fairy-tale ending! Childhood sweethearts to soulmates! Chase played around for his whole life, but now he’s utterly whipped by our girl Quinn. It actually makes me believe in love.” The sticky, gross residue from the melting medicine tablets was still on my palm. I suppressed my nausea and offered a faint, detached smile. I leaned forward smoothly to grab a sparkling water from the table, expertly dodging Chase’s touch. “Where’s Tyler?” Chase had been about to lean in again, but hearing me ask about Tyler made him freeze. “He went to pick up his little sister! Oh, speak of the devil.” Tyler walked in, followed by a slender, fragile-looking girl in a white sundress. They sat down a few feet away. “You lucky bastard, Tyler. Your sister is gorgeous. You gonna introduce her to the single guys here?” one of the guys joked. Tyler shot an awkward, nervous glance at Chase and replied, “This is my sister, Lily.” “She’s a little shy and not used to this kind of scene, so go easy on her.” Amidst the roaring laughter, I looked at Lily. Her large, doe-like eyes were already locked tearfully onto Chase. The man who had just been trying to nuzzle into my shoulder quietly put some distance between us, leaning back against the armrest. That dull, throbbing pain flared up in my chest again. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, the grief and fury were overwhelming. Lily hadn’t learned how to hide her feelings. Or maybe, because she was the one who was truly loved, she felt entitled to be bold. Her gaze lingered on Chase with reckless, unapologetic longing. My best friend, Zoe, instantly noticed I was unhappy. She didn’t hesitate. She smiled sharply and said, “Little girl, you shouldn’t be staring at that one. He’s getting married.” Lily’s face instantly flushed crimson. She quickly averted her eyes, forcing an embarrassed, fragile smile. “I’m sorry. I already have a boyfriend.” Chase still had a smile on his face, but his tone carried a sharp, defensive edge. “Zoe, you like to mess around, but not every sweet, innocent girl is like you.” Zoe’s temper flared instantly. She stood up, ready to smack him. I grabbed her arm, holding her back, and smiled directly at Chase. “You talk like you’re some saint. At least Zoe has never two-timed anyone.” Chase froze. He instinctively avoided my gaze. He forced a nervous chuckle to cover his panic. “I haven’t either, baby. Why are you suddenly getting mad at me?” Seeing my visibly icy expression, Chase grabbed a shot of liquor and downed it. “My bad, I phrased that wrong. I apologize to Zoe. Let’s drop it.” As everyone started laughing and changing the subject, I watched Lily look at Chase with profound, aching heartbreak. It was as if I was some tyrannical villain, ruthlessly torturing the two star-crossed lovers. “Alright, alright, let’s play a game! Camera Roll Roulette, how about it?” Tyler jumped in to smooth things over. “If you have anything sketchy on your phone, hide it now! Don’t traumatize us.” “I’ll pick the first date: May 17, 2023!” Everyone pulled out their phones. The rule was simple: if the bottle landed on you, you had to cast your camera roll from that exact date to the big screen for everyone to see. The bottle spun and landed pointing directly at me. I cast my phone screen to the TV. Ocean waves. A sandy beach. A candlelight dinner. And a screenshot of an UberEats delivery confirmation. “That was the year you guys went to the beach for your birthday, right?!” Zoe playfully shoved my shoulder, lowering her voice. “I even asked you if after twenty-eight years of being a saint, tasting a man for the first time was mind-blowing!” I smiled at Zoe. Those memories used to be so beautiful, but looking at them now, they only tasted like ash. One of the guys had sharp eyes and pointed at the screen. “Wait, you guys ordered delivery at 2:00 AM?” “What kind of delivery, Chase?! Was it that kind of delivery?!” The whole room erupted into wolf-whistles and laughter. But Chase, who usually loved dirty jokes, wasn’t smiling. He was staring at Lily, whose face had gone completely pale. “No, it was just some cold medicine. Don’t be gross.” A sudden, vicious wave of malice surged from my chest. “We ordered that medicine because you hurt me, didn’t we?” I smiled sweetly, willing to rip my own scars open just to make them sick to their stomachs. “You were entirely too rough. I have no idea why you were so frantic. That dress was incredibly expensive, and I only got to wear it once.” “Chase, you acted like you had never slept with a woman before. Your technique was terrible.” “Is it because the innocent little girls you usually like never let you touch them?” Amidst the roaring, scandalous cheers of the crowd… I watched Lily lower her head and wipe away tears. I watched Chase’s face twist in displeased, suffocating panic. Even though I had gotten the twisted satisfaction of laughing out loud… Why did my chest feel so painfully tight? Why did my nose sting? “Next!” Tyler wiped the sweat from his forehead and spun the bottle again. It pointed straight at Lily. She forced a fragile, trembling smile. “There’s nothing interesting on my camera roll.” Zoe looked at me, then at Lily, her sharp intuition immediately picking up on the vibe. She frowned. “Little girl, if you can’t handle the game, don’t sit at the table.” Chase frowned deeply. Before he could open his mouth to defend her, I grabbed his hand. I leaned in close to his visibly angry face. From the side angle, it probably looked like we were kissing. “Puppy, I’m a little hungry. Can you go order me some food?” Chase paused for a few seconds, but eventually stood up and walked over to the server by the door to grab an iPad. “I can handle it.” I knew Lily had watched our intimate interaction. Her voice was laced with grinding teeth. She glared at me, her eyes brimming with tears. It was the first time she had looked me dead in the eye all night, and her gaze was filled with reckless, undisguised hatred. Her phone screen was cast to the big screen. The very first image was a text message screenshot. One of the nosy guys in the group read it out loud. “‘Did you sleep with her? You swore to me it was just a strategic business merger! You promised you wouldn’t touch her!’” “‘But I was only thinking of you the entire time, my Lily.’” “‘I want fries, Quinn!’” The guy’s voice reading my food order perfectly overlapped with the last two words of that text message screenshot. The entire VIP room plunged into a suffocating, dead silence. I finished ordering and handed the iPad back to the server. I placed my violently trembling hands under the table and smiled. “What a coincidence.” “But listening to that… it sounds an awful lot like Ms. Lily is a homewrecker, doesn’t it?” “QUINN!” Chase snapped, shouting my name. Meeting my perfectly calm, dead eyes, he forced an ugly, strained smile. “Quinn. Don’t speak to a young girl like that.” Before I could even reply, Lily suddenly raised her voice. “I am NOT a homewrecker.” She stared directly at Chase, her face full of stubborn defiance. “My boyfriend and I are each other’s first loves. We were each other’s first everything. The only reason we’re separated is because his family is too stubborn and refused to let us be together!” “His relationship with his fiancée is just an open, arranged business merger. She had a desperate, pathetic crush on him, and his parents forced them together!” The young girl recklessly unleashed her pent-up emotions, swiping through the photos on her screen. “The day before May 17th, we celebrated his birthday together.” “His flight was at 11:00 PM, but he stayed with me until 9:00 PM before he finally rushed to the airport. He almost missed his flight.” “Before he left, he bought me flowers. We ate cake together, and we made love for hours.” “This is the birthday present he gave me. I just glanced at it on his phone, and he bought it for me instantly.” It was a photo of a breathtaking, dazzling sapphire ring. “He told me that in this lifetime, I am the only woman he will ever buy a ring for.” I was stunned. I had been at that exact auction. I had wanted that sapphire ring too, but some anonymous buyer had outbid everyone in the room with a blank check. Chase had coaxed me afterward. He promised he would buy me an even more beautiful one. But we were literally engaged now. I rubbed my bare, empty fingers. It suddenly hit me. Chase had never, ever bought me a ring. Lily swiped back to the screenshots from the 17th. As the images flew by, the truth hit me like a freight train. Even though he was physically next to me on that beach, Chase had been texting and coaxing her from morning until night. The beautiful scenery we saw? She got photos of all of it. The gorgeous travel souvenirs I looked at? Chase noted them in his app and had them shipped directly to her. And then, there was a photo of a cake. In the shadowy background of the picture, I could clearly see my own dress and the lower half of my chin. I saw myself, hands clasped together, eyes closed, earnestly wishing that I could stay with the man I loved forever. While he was sitting right next to me, texting Lily: “This cake is amazing. I’ll buy you one next time so you can taste it.” It was absolutely, sickeningly repulsive. I grabbed Zoe’s leg under the table. From the exact second that cake photo appeared on the screen… She had silently grabbed an empty glass liquor bottle. “Quinn, that’s… that’s…!” “Don’t rush it,” I smiled at Zoe. Her eyes were shimmering with furious tears. She muttered a few muffled curses about ‘idiots’ and ‘bitches.’ The atmosphere in the VIP room was so tense it was hard to breathe. “Is Ms. Lily finished? Then let’s move to the next round.” I calmly spun the bottle on the table. “I want to select April 2, 2025.” “Who’s playing?” For the first time all night, Chase completely lost his composure. He suddenly threw his arm around my shoulders. “Baby, my head is killing me.” “I just remembered I’m on antibiotics. I can’t be drinking tonight.” “Let’s go to the hospital, okay?” I methodically peeled his fingers off my shoulder one by one, and smiled. “No.” I was the first to cast my phone to the screen. The image was the stark, blinding white walls of a hospital room. It was a photo of the post-op care instructions for a miscarriage. It was the doctor’s warnings saved in my notes app. It was a screenshot of texts I sent to my mom. [The doctor said I might never be able to have children again.] [Mom, they still haven’t found the driver who caused the crash.] [Let’s postpone the courthouse wedding for now.] April 2, 2025, was exactly five days after the accident. On the day Chase and I were driving to the courthouse to officially sign our marriage license. A woman had suddenly sprinted directly into the middle of the road. There was enough distance to brake safely. Chase was an experienced driver; he even knew how to race cars. But he panicked. He panicked so completely that he violently yanked the steering wheel. The entire passenger side of the car—my side—was smashed brutally into the steel guardrail. The baby that had just barely developed a heartbeat was gone. I was critically injured and spent three days in the ICU. When I woke up, I saw Chase kneeling by my hospital bed. He had lost so much weight. He swore to me that he didn’t care if we never had kids, but in this lifetime, no matter what happened, he was going to stay by my side. “Let’s not look at this, Quinn.” Chase gripped my hand desperately, his eyes unable to hide his sheer terror. “I really don’t feel well. Let’s just leave, please.” Lily hesitated, about to disconnect her phone, but Zoe lunged across the table and snatched it out of her hand. With vicious speed, she swiped straight to that exact date. It was a mirror selfie of Lily wearing cheap, novelty lingerie. Followed by a shaky video, the camera pointed at a messy, dirty floor. Amidst the sounds of chaotic, heavy breathing… I heard Lily crying. “You said you hated me! You said you never wanted to see me again for the rest of your life! Why did you come back?!” She was kissed into silence. “I want to fucking kill you!” The man ground his teeth, his voice hoarse as he tried to soothe her. “Lily, that was my baby. Do you know she might never be able to get pregnant again?” “I can give you a baby!” Lily’s voice sounded so incredibly wronged and pitiful. “If you really want to make it up to her, just take our baby and give it to her to raise!” A heavy sigh echoed from Chase on the video. “I love you so much… how could I ever bear to let you lose your child?” “Just consider it… a debt she and I owe you.” I finished watching the grotesque, humiliating spectacle. I took the last sip of my drink, and set the glass down. It felt as if I was finally setting down thirty years of tangled, miserable history. “Chase, we’re done. Let’s break up.” The exact second the words left my mouth, Zoe smashed Lily’s phone against the wall and hurled the heavy glass liquor bottle directly at Chase’s head. “CHASE STERLING, FUCK YOU!” Lily threw herself over Chase to protect him. Tyler grabbed Zoe’s arms, narrowly avoiding getting his face clawed off by her manicured nails. But Chase just stared at me nervously. His eyes flickered with emotions I couldn’t understand, and frankly, had zero desire to decipher. I turned around and took long, purposeful strides out of the VIP room. My driver was already waiting downstairs. We sped all the way back to the apartment Chase and I shared. I pulled out my suitcases and rapidly packed up all my belongings. Even though we had lived together for two years, I was shocked to find that my entire life fit perfectly into just two suitcases. The driver loaded the bags into the trunk and drove me back to my parents’ estate. Everything had been such a chaotic blur. It wasn’t until I was lying in my childhood bed, staring out at the unfamiliar night skyline, that my heart finally slowed down. And then, the realization hit me. Chase and I were actually broken up. The dull, heavy pain I had been suppressing in my chest completely exploded in the silence of the empty room. I sobbed until my lungs burned. It felt like someone had literally carved a piece of flesh out of my body. Even if you know the flesh is necrotic and rotting, cutting it out still hurts like absolute hell. I don’t remember what time I finally cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, my eyes were so swollen they ached. I grabbed my phone. Chase had called me four times. And sent a barrage of texts. [Quinn, can we please just sit down and talk?] [After all these years, even if we can’t be together, are we really not going to be friends anymore?] [Quinn, please don’t do this.] The timestamp on his most recent message… Was right around the time my driver and I had pulled out of the underground parking garage at his building. So I hadn’t imagined it. That really was Chase sprinting desperately toward the elevator banks as my car drove away. I hugged my blanket tight and took two deep breaths. I raised my hand and permanently deleted Chase’s contact info. Break up. Two simple words. When I said them, I was absolutely resolute. I just didn’t expect the withdrawal period to be this agonizing. The most complicated part of all this was our engagement. Our families had deeply intertwined business interests, and we had just launched a massive joint venture. A messy, public fallout would be catastrophic for both sides. My mother saw the guilt on my face after I explained everything Chase had done over the years. Her tears fell first, her heart breaking for me. “Don’t worry about the Sterling family. Your father’s lawyers and I will handle everything.” “You just focus on resting and healing.” I kept my phone turned off for several days until my emotions finally began to stabilize, and then I slowly started checking my messages again. I heard through the grapevine that Chase had shown up at my family’s estate multiple times, but the security guards wouldn’t even let him through the front gates. “Your mom gave the security team a photo of Chase, and the license plates of every single car his family owns, and put them all on a permanent blacklist,” Zoe laughed, trying to cheer me up. “And he caught the family wrath.” “His grandfather beat him so badly he snapped a leather belt on him, and now he’s under house arrest.” “Serves him right!” Then, she scratched her head, looking a little awkward. “But his older brother… the CEO, Pierce Sterling… he asked me for your contact info. He wants to meet with you.” “At first, I told him to go to hell along with his brother.” “But then he told me some things, and I decided to pass the message along.” “Do you want to see him, Quinn?” Chase’s older brother? I searched my memory for any impression of him. He was the son of Mr. Sterling and his first wife. He had a quarter European blood and looked like he was sculpted out of marble. In my memory, he had always lived abroad. He was only three years older than our group of trust-fund brats, but he was incredibly accomplished, mature, and ruthless in business. He had already taken over half of the Sterling Group’s operations.

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In the tenth year after my death, my husband—a high-profile, undefeated defense attorney—received a phone call from a kidnapper. The man on the other end gave him exactly twenty-four hours to overturn my criminal conviction. If he failed, his beloved protégée and junior partner, Chloe, would be killed. In a blind panic, he kicked open the front door of our old house. “This is you, isn’t it?! I know you’ve always resented me for forcing you to take the fall for Chloe!” “If you’re mad at me, take it out on me! Why would you kidnap her?!” Seeing the house completely empty and covered in dust, he dialed my old cell phone number. A gruff voice answered. It was the groundskeeper at the local cemetery. “Evelyn Hayes was buried here ten years ago. Who is this?” My husband let out a cold, mocking scoff, hung up the phone, and drove straight to the police precinct. After hearing his frantic story, the desk sergeant looked at him in total confusion. “Evelyn Hayes? She was executed by lethal injection ten years ago!” My husband froze instantly, violently shaking his head. “Impossible! She was sentenced to ten years in prison!” “She got out on parole three years ago! Why would she… I don’t believe you!” The sergeant turned to his computer and pulled up the federal database. [Inmate: Evelyn Hayes. Convicted of the murder of Mia Foster.] [Sentence carried out via lethal injection on February 6, 2014.] Liam froze for a fraction of a second before violently slamming his fist on the precinct desk. “IMPOSSIBLE!” “She must have hacked your system! The lengths she’s willing to go to just to trick me… it’s pathological!” The sergeant looked at him like he was a psychiatric patient. “This is the secure federal law enforcement database. Who the hell could forge this?” Hearing this, Liam let out a dark, cynical laugh. “Evelyn used to be one of the top cybersecurity hackers in the country. You think altering a database file is hard for her?” “I busted my ass on the outside trying to negotiate her early release! And instead of being grateful when she got out early, she’s been hiding from me for three years, and now she actually has the nerve to kidnap Chloe?!” “Open a case right now! Track her down and throw her back in a cell! I’ll make sure she rots in there for the rest of her life!” The sergeant just shook his head in exhaustion. Just then, Liam’s phone buzzed with a text from the kidnapper. [You have 12 hours left.] Seeing that the police still didn’t believe him, he stormed out, got into his car, and drove straight to the orphanage on the outskirts of the city. But when he arrived, all he saw was a charred, blackened wasteland of rubble. He violently kicked a piece of burnt brick across the asphalt, screaming into the empty air: “Evelyn! You are a ruthless, psychotic bitch! Just to hide from me, you burned down the place you grew up in?!” I floated in the air a few feet above him, watching him lose his mind in a fit of rage. The day after I was executed, Chloe sneaked onto the orphanage grounds and set it on fire. Over thirty children and a dozen teachers were burned alive. Every single one of those people had treated Liam like family when we were young. But in this exact moment, his mind was entirely focused on worrying about the woman who murdered them. Unable to find me, Liam got back into his car. He drove straight to the home of Mr. Davis, the old orphanage director. Mr. Davis had barely survived the fire. He had suffered catastrophic third-degree burns over most of his body, and the trauma had completely shattered his mind. The second Liam burst through the front door, he charged into the bedroom and violently grabbed the old man by the collar of his pajamas. “Where is Evelyn?! Tell her to get the hell out here right now!” The frail, burned old man trembled violently in his hospital bed, whimpering and trying to hide under the thin blankets. Liam grabbed a fistful of his thinning white hair and delivered several brutal slaps across his scarred face. “Stop playing dumb with me! If Chloe loses a single hair on her head, I will make you suffer!” “I know you’re the only family Evelyn cares about! I’ll beat you to death right here! Let’s see if that drags her out of hiding!” I lunged forward, desperately trying to stop him, but my hands phased uselessly right through his solid chest. All I could do was scream at him: “STOP IT! I DIDN’T KIDNAP CHLOE! I’M ALREADY DEAD!” But he couldn’t hear a single word. Mrs. Davis heard the commotion from the kitchen and ran into the room. She forcefully shoved Liam away from the bed, screaming at the top of her lungs: “What the hell are you doing?! He’s an old, sick man! How dare you lay a hand on him! I’m calling the police!” Liam just crossed his arms over his chest and let out a cold, arrogant laugh. “Go ahead! Call them!” “You two conspired with Evelyn to kidnap Chloe! Let’s see who the cops arrest first when they get here: me, or you!” Mrs. Davis stared at him in absolute, horrified disbelief. “Are you insane?! Evelyn is dead!” The mocking sneer on Liam’s face deepened. “Still trying to play me? She was only sentenced to ten years! I literally read the sentencing documents with my own eyes!” Hearing those words, Mrs. Davis’s entire body began to tremble violently. “A brutal murder conviction like that… how could she possibly have only gotten ten years?!” “Right before her execution, the prison called your cell phone over a dozen times. You declined every single call. Finally, out of desperation, they called our house.” “The warden told me that in the very last second before she died, Evelyn was screaming your name, begging you to save her!” A momentary flash of profound shock crossed Liam’s face. He muttered under his breath: “That’s impossible…” He immediately pulled out his phone and texted his paralegal. A minute later, his assistant sent over the official case files from back then. It clearly stated: [First Instance Verdict: Sentenced to Ten Years in Federal Prison.] Liam let out a dark, furious laugh. The rage in his eyes looked ready to ignite the room. “Evelyn. Did you honestly think orchestrating this pathetic ‘faking your own death’ drama was going to fool me?” Floating in the air above him, my heart felt like it had turned to ash. During my first trial, with him aggressively defending me, I had indeed avoided the death penalty. But right before my appeals trial, Chloe orchestrated a car accident that left Liam hospitalized and unable to appear in court. While he was recovering in a hospital bed, Chloe eagerly volunteered to take over my case as my lead defense attorney. During the trial, she intentionally fed me leading questions and manipulated me into giving testimonies that directly incriminated me. Because of her deliberate sabotage, my sentence was upgraded to the death penalty! When I was sent back to death row, she paid off the other inmates to brutally beat me. They stomped on my legs until both my tibias were snapped in half! I passed out from the excruciating pain. When I woke up, the guards told me I had one final opportunity to make a phone call to my family before the execution. Dragging my shattered, useless legs and my bruised, broken body, I begged the guards to let me call Liam. One call. Two calls. Three calls… Over a dozen consecutive calls were ruthlessly declined. Finally, he blocked the prison’s number entirely. I was forced to walk to the execution chamber drowning in absolute, bottomless despair… Ring… The kidnapper suddenly initiated a FaceTime call on Liam’s phone. He scrambled to answer it. On the screen was a figure wearing a black mask. A distorted, robotic voice came through the speaker: “You have 9 hours left.” The camera panned, focusing on Chloe, who was bound tightly to a metal chair in a dark, grimy room. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression twisted in pure terror as she screamed: “Liam… Liam, please! You have to save me!” Liam frantically tried to comfort her. “Chloe, don’t be scared! I promise you, I will get you out of there!” Chloe’s tears fell continuously as she sobbed into the camera: “I know Evelyn is still holding a grudge against me for what happened at the trial ten years ago.” “But I swear, I tried everything I could to help her! Please, talk to her for me! Tell her she can have whatever she wants—any compensation she demands! As long as she doesn’t kill me, I swear to God I will never show my face in front of you ever again…” Click! The video feed was abruptly cut. Liam stared at the black screen, roaring in absolute fury: “EVELYN HAYES! I KNEW IT WAS YOU! I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD!” “When I drag you out of whatever hole you’re hiding in, I am going to make you drop to your knees and beg for Chloe’s forgiveness!” He violently whipped his head around to glare at Mrs. Davis. “Talk! Where is Evelyn hiding right now?! Why the hell are you helping her do this?!” “As a former teacher, hiding a convicted felon… do you have even a shred of a conscience left?!” Mrs. Davis was shaking with apocalyptic rage. She shoved him forcefully toward the front door. “I don’t know who the kidnapper is, but it is physically impossible for it to be Evelyn! She is dead! Stop pouring your filthy lies over her grave!” Liam looked at her with pure, unadulterated disgust and violently swatted her hands away. Mrs. Davis was elderly. Caught off guard by the violent shove, she lost her balance and crashed to the floor, her forehead slamming brutally against the sharp edge of the coffee table. Blood instantly gushed from the wound. She clutched her head, crying out in agony: “Why did Evelyn ever have to meet a monster like you?! To keep your precious little protégée out of prison, you forced Evelyn to take the fall! You sent her to death row, and in the end, she didn’t even have anyone to claim her body!” “And now you have the audacity to come into my home and ask me where she is?! Are you even human?!” Hearing the commotion, the neighbors gathered in the hallway, pointing and whispering at the gruesome scene. Looking at the blood pouring down Mrs. Davis’s face, a microscopic flicker of hesitation crossed Liam’s eyes. “What exactly did she promise you to make you go this far?” “Let me remind you, conspiracy to commit kidnapping is a federal crime. You’ll be looking at a minimum of ten years in prison!” Before the words fully left his mouth, Liam’s phone buzzed again. He unlocked it, and his face instantly turned deathly pale. It was another video call from the kidnapper. He stepped out into the hallway to answer it. On the screen, blood was trickling from the corner of Chloe’s mouth. Her face was covered in fresh, dark bruises. It was glaringly obvious she had just been brutally beaten. She stared into the camera, crying out with a mixture of terror and tragic resignation: “Liam… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said bad things about Evelyn. I deserve to die!” “Please don’t be mad at her anymore. I don’t want you two to turn on each other because of me…” Liam was so furious his eyes looked ready to pop out of his skull. He screamed into the phone: “EVELYN! YOU SICK, TWISTED BITCH!” “I was the one who forced you to take the fall! Beating Chloe proves absolutely nothing! If you want revenge, come after me!” Then, he forcibly softened his voice, trying to project strength for Chloe: “Chloe, hang in there! I swear to God, I am going to save you!” Chloe shook her head tragically on the screen, her tears mixing with the blood dripping onto the dirty floor. “If my death is what it takes for you and Evelyn to reconcile, I am willing to pay her with my life.” “I just want you to promise me you’ll take good care of yourself. Please don’t let anyone hurt you ever again…” Liam’s eyes flooded with burning red tears. He ordered fiercely: “Stop talking like that! I will absolutely not let anything happen to you!” He wanted to offer more comfort, but his phone vibrated with an incoming notification. It was his paralegal, sending over the complete, unredacted transcripts and verdicts from the appeals trial ten years ago. But Liam didn’t even have the patience to open the file. He was just about to swipe the notification away when his paralegal sent a frantic, stuttering voice memo: “Mr. Pierce… Ms. Hayes… During her appeals trial, her sentence was upgraded to the death penalty! She really is dead!” Liam’s heart slammed violently against his ribs. On the video call, Chloe clearly heard the voice memo as well. Her face instantly lost all its color, turning completely ashen. She nervously glanced sideways at the kidnapper standing just off-camera, testing the waters: “Evelyn, you must really hate me. You actually forged federal documents to make Liam think I killed you?!” “How is that possible?! She’s been locked up in this facility for seven years!” “I’ve called the prison dozens of times trying to request visitation rights, but the guards always told me she refused to see me!” Floating in the air above him, a wave of profound, icy sorrow washed over my soul. He tried to visit me because he still had feelings for me? Maybe he did. But whatever feelings he had for me were completely, utterly worthless when compared to his devotion to Chloe. Ever since Chloe became his junior associate, the two of them had quickly developed a magnetic, undeniable chemistry. I had confronted him and asked for a divorce, but he had looked at me with tears in his eyes, swearing on his life that he would cut Chloe off completely. But the very next day, all it took was one phone call from Chloe, and he went running right back to her side. His trust in Chloe was absolute. It was buried in his marrow. He never even noticed when Chloe installed intercept software on his phone. For years, any calls he made to the prison were automatically rerouted to a group of paid actors Chloe had hired to play the prison guards. In the present, the warden’s face darkened. He tapped his pen aggressively against the desk. “There is absolutely no record of her in our system. And there are certainly no logs of any visitation requests.” “If you don’t believe me, I suggest you go to the maximum-security facility where she was actually held and ask them.” Hearing this, Liam gritted his teeth in sheer, manic denial. “Evelyn. You actually have the audacity to hack a federal prison database. Your arrogance knows no bounds!” SMACK! The exact second the words left his mouth, a brutal, echoing slap struck Chloe across the face on the video feed. A cold, robotic voice followed immediately after: “You have 5 hours left.” The video feed was abruptly severed again. Liam screamed in frustration, violently hurling his phone against the precinct wall. A few seconds later, as if a terrifying realization had suddenly struck him, he sprinted down the stairs, jumped into his car, and drove like a maniac. He sped all the way to the state women’s penitentiary and barged into the warden’s office. “I need to see Evelyn Hayes’s release records! Give me the forwarding address she listed!” The warden typed her name into the federal database, his brow furrowing deeply. “This individual was never incarcerated at this facility.” Liam slammed his hands onto the warden’s desk, panicked and furious. “Maybe she was held at the county jail after the sentencing and never transferred to state! Check again!” Liam completely refused to believe it. But with absolutely zero leads, he had no choice but to drive to the county maximum-security detention center. The veteran corrections officer who had been assigned to my cell block ten years ago listened to Liam’s frantic story. His face instantly darkened into a furious scowl. “Mr. Pierce, I assure you, this kind of joke is not funny in the slightest.” “After Evelyn Hayes’s sentence was upgraded to the death penalty during the appeals trial, the Supreme Court review was expedited. She was executed on the third day.” The final, absolute sliver of denial in Liam’s eyes shattered, replaced by profound, paralyzing shock. “Impossible… that’s impossible!” “I was her husband! If she was really sentenced to death, why wasn’t I notified during the review phase?!” The corrections officer frowned deeply, opened a heavy metal filing cabinet, and pulled out a faded manila folder. “The official Notice of Execution Review was sent to your home via certified mail. Is this not your signature acknowledging receipt?” Liam stared down at the signature line. His entire body felt as though it had been struck by lightning. He froze completely solid. It was undeniably his handwriting. But he had absolutely zero memory of ever signing a document like this. A freezing, terrifying dread began to crawl up from the very depths of his soul. He frantically dialed the kidnapper’s number again, but it went straight to voicemail. He immediately called his paralegal, ordering him to file an emergency motion with the courts to obtain the raw, unedited video recordings of the appeals trial. Then, he demanded the entire physical box of case files from the original murder trial and began frantically reviewing every single microscopic detail. While examining the crime scene photos, he noticed something. On the back of the victim’s phone case, there were several deep, erratic scratches that looked like they had been gouged by fingernails. Ten years ago, the police had officially ruled those marks as standard scuff damage from the phone hitting the pavement. But Liam’s brow knotted tightly. He remembered that the victim—my younger sister, Mia—had been learning Braille. He pulled up a Braille alphabet chart on his computer. He meticulously traced the erratic scratches against the chart. His blood ran cold as the translation formed in his mind: “Chloe killed me.” I floated beside him in the air, watching as every drop of blood completely drained from his face. Ten years ago, for my sister Mia’s seventeenth birthday, Liam had invited Chloe to our house to celebrate. That night, Chloe had cornered Mia at the top of the stairs and began viciously bullying her. When Mia fought back, Chloe flew into a violent rage and literally shoved my sister down the massive, marble staircase. Afterward, Chloe fell to her knees in front of Liam, sobbing hysterically. She swore on her life that she was just drunk, and that she had accidentally bumped into Mia, causing her to fall. To save Chloe from a murder charge, Liam actually used extortion to force me to take the fall for her. “I have the city planning reports proving your childhood orphanage was expanded illegally. If I submit them to the zoning board, the entire facility will be bulldozed immediately. Dozens of orphans will be thrown onto the streets.” “All you have to do is confess to involuntary manslaughter. I promise you, with my defense, you’ll be out in three to five years max!” Backed into a corner with the lives of those children hanging over my head, I had no choice but to agree. But I never, in my wildest nightmares, imagined that this decision would cost me my life. At that exact moment, the kidnapper’s video call rang again. “Two hours left!” Chloe was sobbing hysterically, her voice raw and shredded: “Liam! Please, you have to save me… I’m still so young, I can’t die like this…” “I know I was a coward back then! I never should have let Evelyn take the fall for me…” Liam stared at her on the screen. But the deep, profound tenderness that usually filled his eyes was completely gone. “Ten years ago. Did you really just ‘accidentally’ push Mia down those stairs?” “And that Notice of Execution Review… did you forge my signature on it? Did Evelyn really…” Liam’s voice choked on the words. He couldn’t finish the sentence. Chloe’s eyes darted nervously in a micro-expression of panic, but she quickly masked it, crying even harder. “Liam, I’ve been by your side for over a decade! Don’t you know my character by now?! How could I ever intentionally murder someone?!” “Evelyn forged all those documents because she knew you had a soft heart! She wanted to manipulate you into feeling guilty for the rest of your life…” SMACK! The video feed was abruptly cut off again. Liam lost his mind. He violently swept his arm across his desk, sending files, laptops, and coffee mugs crashing to the floor. “EVELYN HAYES! Do you think I’m a complete fucking idiot?!” Just then, a memory flashed into his mind. The gruff voice of the cemetery groundskeeper from earlier today. He immediately pulled up his recent calls and dialed the number. The municipal cemetery on the outskirts of the city was desolate and bleak. The groundskeeper led Liam down a long, overgrown path, finally stopping in front of a massive, communal gravestone. “She’s buried right here. We found that old cell phone in the dirt when we were repairing the plot a few years ago. I kept it charged in the office, figuring someone might eventually come looking for it.” Liam’s eyes widened in horror. Carved deeply into the cold granite headstone were the words: [Here Lies the 37 Victims of the Sunlight Orphanage Fire, and Evelyn Hayes.]

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