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During my vacation, I received an urgent message asking me to return for overtime work. My job is highly specialized, and all my assignments are classified. I immediately booked a first-class ticket on the nearest available flight. But when I tried to board, I was stopped. “I’m sorry, ma’am, the flight is overbooked, so you’ll have to take the next flight. We’ll compensate you five hundred dollars.” The airport staff member was polite and gentle as she changed my flight information for me. I disagreed and voiced my refusal, but they acted as if they couldn’t hear me. I called the person who had booked my ticket for me. He said he had used a special channel to purchase it. No one had the authority to prevent me from boarding. The plane was taking off in forty minutes, and my flight information had already been changed. But dozens of lives at my destination were waiting for me. The airport staff member handed me the new boarding pass with both hands. Looking at the sixteen-hour wait until the next boarding time, by the time I arrived, it would probably be too late for everything. I tried to communicate again. “Sir, could you please check once more? How could first class be overbooked?” “I’m in first class, not economy.” I emphasized. The other person rolled their eyes impatiently, their tone maintaining professional gentleness. But the words dripped with sarcasm. “We know, ma’am. We all know you gritted your teeth to buy a first-class ticket.” “First time flying it, right? Couldn’t bear to leave the first-class lounge, which is why you’re so late.” “You only have yourself to blame for not watching the time.” Hearing this, I knew something was wrong. Just a moment ago, they said it was because the flight was overbooked that they wouldn’t let me board. Now their words implied I was late, which was why I couldn’t board. But the boarding pass stated that the gate closed forty minutes before departure, and I had arrived forty-five minutes before takeoff. “When I arrived, the gate was still open. Economy passengers were still rushing over. There were even people boarding after me.” “How am I late?” “Moreover, did you see me lingering in the first-class lounge?” I tried to control my anger and anxiety, attempting to reason with them. “In any case, I don’t agree to the rebooking. You must let me board.” “You also have no authority to rebook a first-class passenger who can board at any moment.” “Alright, alright, stop emphasizing that you’re in first class.” The airport staff member said impatiently. “As if you’re afraid people won’t know you’re flying first class. This is probably the only time in your life you’ll get to do it, so you can’t wait to announce it to everyone.” “How embarrassing.” He muttered under his breath, but I still heard him. I pointed at him angrily. “How can you be so rude!” Our argument attracted other waiting passengers. “What’s wrong? Which flight can’t take off?” someone asked. The staff member at the gate immediately put on a wronged expression. “This passenger arrived late, and we’ve already closed the boarding gate.” “She insists on boarding and wants the entire plane to wait for her.” “She keeps emphasizing she’s in first class, saying we can’t let the plane take off without her, and she’s going to file a complaint against us.” “We’ve been trying to convince her for ages. We’re rebooking her for free and giving her five hundred dollars in compensation, but she still won’t agree.” “We pooled that money ourselves.” Hearing this, the gathering crowd looked at me with condemning eyes. “They’re just working folks, it’s not easy for them.” “Exactly. They work hard too, and their salaries aren’t high. You’re flying first class and you’re haggling over five hundred dollars?” “Which princess escaped from home? Do you really think the whole world revolves around you?” I took a deep breath. “I arrived at the gate on time and wasn’t late.” “They first said first class was overbooked and forcibly prevented me from boarding, then changed my flight information without my consent.” “Then they accused me of not having money, of pretending to be rich and not wanting to leave the first-class lounge, which is why I was late.” “I’m just defending my rights. How am I making the world revolve around me?” The onlookers exchanged glances. Still, someone spoke up. “Well, you don’t need to make things difficult for them.” “Whether you can board or not isn’t up to them. Who knows what your situation really is?” “Exactly. Would the staff refuse to let you board for no reason?” “And what’s wrong with taking the next flight? They’re giving you compensation. Causing a disturbance here and bothering others—what a shrew.” Several men spoke righteously, muttering under their breath, “Who knows where she got the money for first class.” I was about to lose my temper when someone said, “The supervisor is here.” A man in a navy blue suit approached with several people. He spoke authoritatively. “What’s going on here? Hasn’t this gate already stopped boarding?” “Why are so many people still gathered here?”

Seeing a supervisor arrive, my heart settled down a bit. “Hello, supervisor. I’m a passenger on this flight. I arrived at the gate before it closed for check-in.” “But for some reason, the staff here found various excuses not to let me board and forcibly changed my flight.” “I only have one requirement. I’m in a hurry and must take this flight. Please investigate and let me board as soon as possible.” I calmly described the problem I encountered and stated my request. I couldn’t help thinking that if this operation hadn’t been sudden and top secret, I would suspect this staff member was sent by the enemy. Hearing my words, the supervisor adjusted his glasses. I had a strange feeling about the way he looked at me. “Ma’am, give me your passport. I’ll look into this.” Upon hearing this, I handed him my passport and anxiously checked the time on my phone. After about three or four minutes, the supervisor spoke. “Ma’am, my system shows you obtained your boarding pass five minutes before the gate closed.” “For you to get through security and arrive here, it would take at least eight minutes, not to mention this is peak holiday season.” “It really wouldn’t be possible to arrive within the designated time. I’m very sorry, ma’am, but our airport staff made no error.” I shook my head in disbelief. “How is that possible?” My voice was somewhat shrill from agitation. The supervisor maintained his gentle smile. “I’m very sorry, ma’am, but those are the facts. You can only take the next flight.” “Even the supervisor says she was late, and she still wants to argue.” “She’ll probably go crazy soon. Does whoever makes the most noise win? That’s how women are.” “Don’t say that. Not all of us women are like her. She’s really an embarrassment.” I refused to give up and confirmed the time with him repeatedly, but the answer was always, “I’m very sorry, ma’am.” The feeling of punching cotton made my stomach burn with anger. I didn’t want to use my authority to pressure them, but the situation was now urgent. I picked up my phone and had just dialed when someone roughly bumped my arm. The phone slipped from my hand and was kicked toward the gate by someone. An airport staff member carrying a chair seemed to want to step over the phone but didn’t stand steady. The chair crashed down hard on the phone. The screen went black and shattered. The female airport staff member who had bumped me and the one carrying the chair rushed to stand in front of me. Their faces were full of panic. “Ma’am, we’re truly sorry. Please don’t file a complaint against us.” “We’re willing to compensate you for your phone. Please don’t tell anyone else.” Their words caused a stir among the surrounding people. “What do they mean?” “Tell anyone else? Could this woman be someone’s mistress?” “No wonder she’s so arrogant.” “But this mistress isn’t doing very well. That broken phone is obviously a garbage brand.” “She probably doesn’t know any better. Her sugar daddy buys her a fake and she doesn’t even realize it.” “I don’t think so.” Suddenly someone spoke as if defending me. “She doesn’t seem like that type.” “She’s not wearing a single valuable thing. She couldn’t possibly be kept by someone.” “I bet she starved herself for several months to buy a first-class ticket, hoping to find a sugar daddy.” “Otherwise, why would she be so anxious and keep emphasizing she’s in first class?” As this person spoke, everyone laughed. A gleam of triumph flashed in the supervisor’s eyes. He was definitely suspicious. I shouted angrily, “Call the police!” “Since we have a dispute, call the police and have them check the surveillance footage.” “And I’m saying this right now! If I don’t get on that plane today, it’s not taking off!”

None of the onlookers around me helped me call the police. They all believed I was an emotionally unstable crazy woman. I was waiting. Now that the gate had closed and the plane was about to take off, the people at my destination would surely confirm with the airport whether I had boarded. At that point, all obstacles would naturally disappear. But I didn’t expect someone would lie about this. Some people in the crowd started livestreaming on their phones with the title: [Princess Causes Scene in Airport Lounge.] The topic, full of gender antagonism, immediately attracted countless viewers. Multiple phones were held high, pointed at my face. “You’re violating my image rights. Turn off the livestream immediately, or I’ll sue you.” I couldn’t expose my identity, so I could only hope they would fear the law and restrain themselves. But the livestreamers just laughed and didn’t take my words seriously. They interacted with their livestream audience. “See that? The princess is throwing a fit.” “Protect me, guys. I’m risking being sued to livestream this for you.” [Don’t worry, streamer. Let her sue. We’ll pay the fine.] [Don’t be afraid. We want to see how this princess’s tantrum ends.] [This is hilarious. She says if she doesn’t board, the plane can’t fly. She really thinks she’s a princess.] [Women like this are just spoiled. Slap her once and she’ll behave.] Their cameras got closer and closer, while others blocked me from retrieving my phone. My fingers clenched tightly. My breathing became rapid, and my chest felt stuffy. On one hand, I worried about the situation at my destination. On the other, I feared this place had already been infiltrated. For no reason, I was being prevented from boarding. I suppressed my emotions and begged the women in the crowd to help me call the police. Their eyes darted away, and only one person spoke. “It’s not that we won’t help you, but given your current state, we’re afraid of being backstabbed.” “Right, what if you falsely accuse us of making a fake police report? Our own travel plans would be delayed too.” Someone added quietly, with some disgust in their eyes. “Gold-digging like this is never good. People should rely on their own efforts.” Someone else kindly advised. I didn’t defend myself and continued to beg desperately. “You can record a video proving I asked you to call the police. Any problems are mine.” “If your travel plans are delayed even slightly and you suffer any losses, I’ll compensate you ten times over.” Seeing that the women on my side were softening. The supervisor’s walkie-talkie crackled. He said a few words. Under my constant persuasion, a woman finally took out her phone to record a video and help me call the police. But then two teams of people in black uniforms came running over. My heart lifted with joy. I was about to say there was no need to call the police when I saw the large words on their chests. “Security.” “Security, over here. Someone is disturbing airport order and obstructing flight departure.” The supervisor shouted loudly. Another team in black uniforms also approached. This time it was the police. The supervisor’s face paled, but after they spoke, he looked at me triumphantly again. “Arrest her.”

“Hello, we received orders to protect the last first-class passenger to board.” “May I ask what that woman’s name is?” The airport supervisor paused, operated the computer for a moment, then turned the monitor toward the lead police officer. “Hello, officers. This is the last first-class passenger to board. Her name is Anna.” “Thank you. We need to ensure her flight takes off smoothly. Is there a problem?” “It’s her!” The supervisor pointed at me. “This Ms. Juliet keeps saying if she doesn’t board, the plane can’t take off.” “She’s been disrupting airport order and delaying the normal departure of the flight.” I looked at the police officers walking toward me. Something was wrong. Weren’t they supposed to be sent to protect me? Why? Oh, right. They didn’t want to leak my information prematurely. Odom probably thought I had already boarded. This is a misunderstanding. I need to explain quickly. Thinking this, I spoke. “Officers, this is all a misunderstanding.” “Now she says it’s a misunderstanding. Who knows who was so arrogant just now, clamoring that if she didn’t board, the plane couldn’t take off.” “Now she’s scared. The princess is about to get what’s coming to her. Send some more gifts so we can celebrate.” His interruption cut off what I was about to say. I was about to continue when the police officer saluted. “Ma’am, please come with us to the station to assist with the investigation. If we confirm you’re innocent, we’ll clear your name.” They moved to grab my arms and escort me out of the airport. A surge of blood rushed to my head. I felt my whole face tighten. Anger made me shout. “Forget the damn station! I need to get on that plane. Call your superior and ask who exactly you’re supposed to be protecting!” “I need to get to Washington to save lives, do you understand? If I don’t go, many people will die!” “I’m begging you, can you please figure out what orders you actually received?!” “And make them turn off those livestreams. Does police work need to be a public spectacle?” I was so angry I was speaking without thinking. The entire police team’s faces darkened. I had not only questioned their professionalism but also their intelligence. “We’re very clear about what orders we received.” “However, this colleague is right about one thing. Please turn off all livestreams and video recordings.” After speaking, two officers behind them went to check the phones of the onlookers. The airport supervisor sidled over. “Don’t be angry, officers.” “This Ms. Juliet is just like this—unreasonable. She probably has some mental problems and thinks the whole Earth belongs to her family.” “We can just take her in for criticism and education.” Then he turned to me. “Ms. Juliet, the plane is taking off in just over ten minutes. You see, there’s no way you’re boarding that plane today.” “So tell me, is this plane taking off or not?” He smiled smugly at me. I glanced at his name tag. “Wood, Supervisor Wood.” Hearing the plane was about to take off, I actually calmed down instead. I sat in a chair behind me, leaning against the backrest with my legs crossed. “I said this plane can’t take off. Even if it takes off, it will have to fly back for me.” “Officer, I sincerely advise you to confirm once more the name of the person you’re supposed to protect.” “And check what relationship this Ms. Anna has with Supervisor Wood here.” Sure enough, hearing this, Wood’s expression changed slightly. When I heard him tell the police that the last person to board was Anna, all the airport staff members’ faces changed, and their eyes all fell on Wood. The two of them were definitely connected. I also understood why I had been prevented from boarding. A supervisor wanted to pull strings for an acquaintance and thought he’d found a soft target. My sudden change in tone and relaxed state made the police officer waver slightly. But thinking of the urgent orders from above and their serious tone, he still had his team surround me. “Ma’am, you’ve now committed a criminal offense—obstructing flight safety. We will arrest you in accordance with the law.” Two officers lifted me from my chair, and silver handcuffs were fastened around my wrists. They planned to drag me out of the airport by force. A burst of more orderly, rapid footsteps approached from afar. “Holy crap, that team is even carrying guns!”

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I walked out of the examination room, clutching my “infertility” report. I saw my Alpha pinning another woman against a hospital bed, caressing her swollen belly. His child. That woman was his brother’s mate. He once said I was his only Luna in this lifetime. But the next second, he was choking me by the throat, forcing me to my knees to apologize. All for her sake. That’s when I finally understood: the cruelest betrayal isn’t a change of heart. It’s his gamble that I would never leave. The smell of disinfectant in the corridor stung my nose. But the cold report in my hand was even harder to bear. “Extremely low conception probability.” I, Amelia, Luna of the Ironclaw Pack, had been sentenced to death once again. To bear an heir for my husband, Alpha Leo, I had swallowed countless bitter medicines over the past three years. Enduring one painful attempt after another. I took a deep breath, stuffed the report into my bag, and prepared to leave. Just as I reached the VIP ward, I found the door slightly ajar. I caught Leo’s familiar scent of pine, but now it was tangled with another’s. A cloying rose fragrance that made my stomach turn. That was Grace’s scent. The mate of Leo’s late brother, and the former Luna of the Ironclaw Pack. I froze in place. Through the gap in the door, the scene before me made my blood run cold. Leo had Grace pinned against the hospital bed, his large hand possessively stroking her prominently swollen pregnant belly. He lowered his head, kissing her neck with fervor, drawing breathy moans from Grace. “Leo… be gentle.” Grace purred coquettishly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. I could clearly see the triumphant gleam in her eyes. “If Amelia saw us like this, she’d definitely be jealous. She’s still desperately hoping to conceive your heir. Aren’t you afraid she’ll cause trouble?” Leo let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with contempt I’d never heard before. He nuzzled Grace’s neck with his nose. “She doesn’t need to know. And even if she did, so what? She’s a useless Luna. I’ve given her more than enough time. If she dares to cause problems for you and our pup, I can reject her anytime and make you my Luna, fair and square.” My heart felt as though an invisible claw had crushed it. My wolf cried out in anguish. This was the man who had once knelt before me, vowing to love me forever? I touched my flat abdomen, my heart aching. Images from these past months flooded my mind unbidden. All the humiliation. Back then, the Council of Elders had pressured me relentlessly, citing “the pack needs an heir.” And when Leo decided to hold a marking ceremony with Grace, he had held me tight, his eyes red. “Amelia, I only love you. Marking Grace is just to satisfy the Council of Elders, just to produce an heir for the pack. You’ll always be my only Luna.” I had believed him. From that point on, Leo frequently stayed overnight at Grace’s place, barely spending any time with me. Whenever Grace used the mind-link, he would drop everything and rush to her side. He even brought her to pack gatherings, as if Grace were his Luna. I had complained to him many times. But each time, he gave me the same excuse. Everything he did was to ensure Grace bore the pack’s heir quickly, nothing more. I kept telling myself he was just fulfilling his duty as an Alpha. I firmly believed our mate bond remained solid. Now, not only had he successfully gotten Grace pregnant, he was even ready to strip me of my Luna status at any moment. My grief receded, replaced by complete clarity. I, Amelia, was no one’s doormat. I pulled out my phone and dialed that familiar number. “Father.” I took a deep breath. My father’s low, authoritative voice came through. “My princess, you’ve finally contacted me. Has that idiot from the Ironclaw Pack been mistreating you?” “You were right. He doesn’t deserve my devotion. I want to break the mate bond with Leo.” I stared coldly at the two people still entangled in the hospital room. “Dad, I want to come home.” “Good. The Princess of the Silver Crescent Pack doesn’t need to waste time on trash. I’ll send our finest guards to bring you back.” I hung up the phone.

Leo soon followed the pack doctor to another office to review ultrasound images. Grace, using the excuse of needing the restroom, emerged from the ward. After they disappeared down the corridor, she walked straight up to me, her pitiful facade instantly vanishing. “Amelia, you don’t need to hide anymore. Did you enjoy the show?” Grace crossed her arms and looked down at me with the arrogance of a victor. I stared at her expressionlessly, saying nothing. My silence seemed to infuriate her. She suddenly snatched the follow-up report from my hand. “What a useless Luna!” Grace glanced at the report and laughed mockingly. “I knew it! An Omega like you, picked up by Leo from some rogue pack, doesn’t deserve to carry noble Alpha blood! You’ll never bear an heir in this lifetime!” She spoke while flaunting her pregnant belly with exaggerated caresses. “See this? This is Leo’s true offspring. Every night he whispers in my ear about how much he loves me, how much he’s looking forward to this pup’s birth. And you? You’re just a Luna in title only!” “Shut up.” I glared at her coldly, my wolf beginning to stir from her provocation. My claws itched to tear her apart. “What? Did I touch a nerve?” Grace’s mocking smile grew wider. “Amelia, if you know what’s good for you, get out of the Pack now. Stop clinging to the Luna position and embarrassing yourself. You barren-” Smack! I’d had enough. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed through the corridor. Grace’s head snapped to the side, her cheek instantly swelling red. “How dare you hit me, you lowly she-wolf?!” Grace shrieked. Then her eyes rolled cunningly, and she deliberately staggered backward, slamming herself against the wall behind her with a piercing scream. Blood immediately began flowing from her forehead. “Ah! My head… my belly… help!” Almost instantly, a powerful and violent Alpha pressure swept through the entire corridor. Leo charged over like an enraged beast, shoving me aside. His large hand clamped around my throat, slamming me hard against the wall. “Amelia! Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Leo’s eyes blazed red as he roared at me, his voice deafening. “You dared to hurt Grace and my pup?!” He choked me until I could barely breathe. My back slammed hard against the wall, the pain making me gasp. Grace lay on the floor, clutching her belly, crying pitifully. “Leo, don’t blame Amelia… I just told her about my pregnancy. I thought she’d be happy for you, but she probably thought of her own inability to conceive and lost control for a moment. I’m fine, as long as our pup is safe…” The more she spoke this way, the more Leo’s fury blazed. Before I could react, Leo grabbed my shoulder and hurled me against the wall. My spine hit the concrete floor hard, sharp pain radiating through my battered body. I gasped, tasting blood, my wolf whimpering from the impact. The Alpha command struck me like a hammer. “Kneel and apologize to Grace immediately! Otherwise, I’ll reject you in front of everyone today and strip you of your Luna status!” I looked up at him in shock, blood slowly trickling from my split lip. Before I could speak, Grace let out a pitiful whimper. “Leo, please don’t punish the Luna. It’s all my fault. As long as my pup survives, it doesn’t matter if she beats me to death to make herself feel better.” Tears streamed down her face. Leo’s face contorted with rage as he glared at me viciously. “Amelia, I command you to kneel and apologize to Grace,” he ordered. “Then you will beg her forgiveness for attacking her and my pup.” I struggled to breathe, looking at this man I’d loved for years, finding him utterly foreign and repulsive. “Leo…” I gritted my teeth, enduring the sharp pain in my neck, and said slowly. “I. Will. Never. Apologize.” Leo froze, apparently not expecting me, who had always been so submissive, to resist like this. Tears burst forth, streaming down my cheeks as my entire body trembled with rage and heartbreak. Seeing my tears, for a split second, remorse flashed across his face, and his tone softened slightly. “Amelia, listen… just do as I say. Apologize properly, and I’ll consider letting this go. As the pack’s Luna, how could you attack a pregnant she-wolf? You’ve tarnished the pack’s honor.” I wrenched myself free from his grip. “If you want to officially reject me, you can do it anytime.” I straightened my disheveled clothes, my eyes coldly sweeping over Grace and her fake fragility. Without another glance at them, I turned and strode out of the hospital.

“Leo, go after Amelia quickly.” She said breathlessly, her hand pressing the wound on her head. “Don’t worry, the pup and I will be fine… cough cough.” Her whimpering made him stop in his tracks immediately. “Stop talking. She’s not even pregnant. Right now, your and the pup’s safety is what matters most.” Leo’s voice was firm. With my enhanced wolf hearing, I heard every word he said. I returned to the Packhouse. Pushing open the master bedroom door, I found it empty and bone-chillingly cold. Since Leo held the marking ceremony with Grace, he’d spent nearly every night at her apartment. Grace, emboldened by Leo’s favor, had gradually encroached upon my Luna authority: she took over the she-wolves’ training, brazenly attended Council of Elders meetings, and even meddled in Pack affairs. On countless deep nights, while Leo mated with Grace, I endured the torment of our mate bond alone, curled up in bed by myself. Now, it was time to end all of this. I walked forward and tore down the photo of Leo and me from the Luna ceremony. I smashed it against the wall. The glass shattered. I didn’t want to leave any trace of my former foolishness, any trace of the love I’d wasted on him. I began throwing away everything related to the past: gifts he’d given me, our photos together, gifts we’d prepared for future pups. I stuffed them all into garbage bags, erasing these memories as if our years of marriage never happened. I pulled out my suitcase and started packing what I’d take with me, only to realize there was nothing worth taking. Finally, my gaze fell on the velvet box on the vanity. Inside lay a Luna ring, the one Leo had personally placed on my finger at the mating ball years ago, when we were declared mates. How bitterly ironic it seemed now. Just then, noisy footsteps sounded downstairs. “Careful, Grace, walk slowly.” Leo’s gentle voice rang out beyond the door. I went downstairs to see Leo helping Grace inside, her head wrapped in white bandages. Seeing me carrying a bag of trash, a flash of impatience crossed Leo’s eyes. “Amelia, pack your things and move to the guest room,” Leo commanded. “Grace was frightened by you at the hospital today. The doctor said she lost too much blood and feels dizzy. She needs me to care for her throughout the night. Give up the master bedroom and sleep in the guest room.” He wanted me to give up the master bedroom to his mistress?! “Care for her?” I laughed bitterly. “Then why don’t you stay at the pack hospital to care for her? Why the fuck are you bringing your mistress into our home?” “Watch your language, Amelia,” he said sternly. “I’m just making amends for your mistake. You put Grace in this condition. Whether you like it or not, Grace is staying in this house.” Grace’s voice came out weak. “I’m sorry, Luna Amelia. I didn’t mean to move in. I’m just worried about the pup…” She said this to twist the knife deeper. My wolf howled with rage. I looked Leo straight in the eye and said loudly, “This is my home, Leo. Make her leave.” Leo hesitated. Suddenly, Grace clutched her belly. “Leo, my stomach hurts a little,” she said softly. “Enough!” he roared. “You’ve never carried a pup, how could you understand Grace’s hardship? Move to the guest room first.” I stared at him, feeling the color drain from my face. “As you wish, Alpha Leo,” I said quietly, my voice dangerously low. Tonight would be my last night in this den. I turned and walked toward the door. “Leo, go check on Amelia quickly.” Grace’s false voice rang out behind me. But then came Leo’s disdainful snort: “Let her go! It’s just her playing hard to get. Don’t bother with her. Without me, she won’t last even a day! She’ll come crawling back and begging soon enough!” I didn’t look back.

I had just pushed open the Packhouse door when a piercing laugh came from upstairs. The sound came from the nursery I had originally prepared for our future pup. Rage instantly consumed me, my wolf growling furiously. That room held immense significance for me. Three years ago, Leo and I had carefully decorated it together, eagerly awaiting the birth of our pup. The pale moonlight-colored paint on the walls, we’d applied it. The exquisite oak crib in the corner, we’d chosen it together. Over these years, because of my weak body and inability to conceive an heir, that room had become my deepest wound. Whenever the darkness of night pressed down on me, I would come here alone to heal, seeking a shred of comfort among those soft little blankets. Now, he’d actually let Grace in there? Fury burned in my chest. I rushed up the stairs, through the corridor, and shoved the door open, only to find Grace sitting comfortably on the very crib I had carefully selected. “This room is wonderful, Leo,” she cooed softly, her hand stroking the bed rail, undisguised smugness in her eyes. “Our pup will be so blessed to have this place after birth.” I didn’t think twice before rushing in, ready to shove her away. But before I could get close, Leo strode forward and grabbed my wrist, pushing me away with force. “What’s wrong with you? You burst in here like a lunatic!” he barked, his brows furrowed. “You’re really going to give this room to her?” I stared at him, my voice hoarse and broken. “Have you forgotten what this room means to me? You promised me this room would only ever belong to our pup!” Leo snorted coldly, his tone dripping with arrogance and impatience. “Enough, Amelia! You’ve disappointed me all these years. You still haven’t gotten pregnant. This room sitting empty is just a waste. Better to let Grace use it. She’s carrying my pup now.” “So I’m supposed to just hand over my hope to someone else?” My heart was bleeding. “You’d better face reality and accept the current arrangement.” He threatened me coldly. “If you keep making unreasonable scenes like this, I’ll have to reconsider whether you’re still fit to hold the position of Luna of Ironclaw Pack.” Looking at that face I once loved so deeply, watching him treat me so cruelly for another she-wolf, I felt all our memories crumbling in an instant. His sweet words, those promises, they’d all become poisoned blades stabbing into my heart. I said nothing more, shook off his hand, and walked out of the room. In the end, I moved into the guest room. However, as a werewolf, my keen hearing became the cruelest torture device. I heard the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed, accompanied by Grace’s sweet moans and Leo’s low grunts. “Leo…” Grace panted coquettishly, “Our child will definitely be the strongest Alpha. You’re amazing.” Leo’s voice was thick with lust and pride. “The one in your belly is the true heir of Ironclaw Pack.” “But Amelia… she’s still the Luna after all.” “Don’t mention her. It kills the mood.” Leo snorted coldly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. “A Luna who can’t even bear a pup? And she still boils those foul-smelling herbs every day, really thinking I’d still have the appetite to touch her?” Hearing this, I was thunderstruck, frozen in place. Thinking back to how I’d traveled everywhere trying to conceive an heir, enduring agonizing pain… it turned out all of it had been my own self-deception! All his tenderness toward me, his patience, his guilt, all fake. I kept blaming myself for not being able to bear an heir for the pack, never knowing I was just a ridiculous stepping stone from the very beginning. I clenched my fists tight, nails digging deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers onto the floor, but I couldn’t feel any pain. Because the ache in my chest was already so intense I could barely breathe. But I didn’t cry.

After that nauseating night, Leo practically never left Grace’s side. As for me? From the moment I accepted the truth, I stopped holding any expectations for him. Several days passed. I was in my room organizing the last of my personal belongings when Grace’s affected voice drifted into my ears. “Leo…” Her voice was so fragile it seemed ready to shatter at a touch, carrying a restrained sob. “I felt some cramping in my belly again today. I’m so scared… scared I won’t be able to keep our pup.” “But the doctor said my body is too weak…” Grace sniffled, her tone full of pitiful grievance. “I heard that the Crescent Moon necklace around Amelia’s neck received the Moon Goddess’s deepest blessing at the altar. If I could borrow it for a while, it would surely bless our pup to be born safely. But… it’s her treasured possession after all, and she already resents me. Never mind, I don’t want you fighting with her because of me. I can endure more hardship myself, it doesn’t matter…” Hearing this roundabout manipulation made me want to vomit. That necklace was the symbol of Ironclaw Pack’s Lunas through the generations. At my Luna ceremony, Leo had placed it around my neck himself. On the surface, Grace was praying for the child’s well-being, but in reality, she wanted to brazenly strip away the last remnants of my dignity as Luna. “Don’t talk nonsense. You’re carrying my heir now. Nothing is more important than you and the pup.” Leo snorted coldly, completely disregarding his former vows. “I’ll get it from Amelia tonight. You should wear it, carrying my heir, you need the best protection.” If I’d heard these words a few days ago, they would have cut me like claws. But now, my heart was nothing but a dead wasteland. Before long, Leo pushed open my door. “Amelia…” He walked over and gently took my hand. “Grace’s health is a bit fragile. The pack witch said the Moon Goddess’s blessing on the Crescent Moon necklace can help her deliver safely. Could you… lend it to her? Just until the day she gives birth.” “Sure.” I agreed readily, my tone so calm it surprised even me. Leo froze, a flash of astonishment crossing his face. He clearly hadn’t expected me to agree so easily. He’d anticipated a major scene. “Leo,” I lowered my eyes, putting on an exhausted appearance. “I’ve been running around trying to conceive an heir all these years, and the doctor said my body has been severely damaged. I really don’t have the strength to bear Luna’s responsibilities anymore. So, I want to officially transfer Luna’s duties to Grace.” I walked to my desk and picked up a document I’d prepared long ago, handing it to him. “This is the responsibility transfer agreement. It needs your signature. Once you sign, the necklace is Grace’s.” Relief flooded his face, as if I’d solved all his problems. He tried to pull me into an embrace, but I dodged, not letting him touch me. Grace’s sticky scent still clung to him, making my wolf sick. “Thank you for being so reasonable,” he said, giving me the first genuine smile I’d seen in weeks. “After Grace gives birth to the pup, I’ll return the necklace. Your status as Luna will never change, Amelia.” He finished speaking and eagerly picked up the pen. He didn’t even look carefully. He signed his name without hesitation. The moment his signature dried on the paper, the mate bond connecting us in my mind began to tremble violently, but I bit down hard and didn’t even furrow my brow. I expressionlessly raised my hand and undid the clasp at my neck. “It’s just a necklace.” I handed it to Leo, my voice ice-cold. “Grace can keep it forever.” Leo took the necklace, triumph and eagerness flashing in his eyes. He didn’t even notice the finality in my tone, turning to rush off to Grace. Seconds later, I heard Grace’s delighted laughter. I stood in the empty room, gazing at the moonlight outside the window. Tomorrow, I would leave this place forever and never look back.

That night, Leo tried to approach me as usual, as if nothing had changed. But the moment he reached out, I instinctively pulled away. Ever since learning the truth, his scent mixed with Grace’s only made me nauseous. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Just then, I noticed Leo’s body suddenly tense. Grace was contacting him through the mind-link. I didn’t know what Grace said through the mind-link, but Leo bolted upright in bed. “I’m coming right now. Don’t move, don’t panic.” He whispered reassurances, and seeing I was asleep, hastily dressed and left the room. Some force compelled me to follow. I silently trailed behind him, finally stopping at the nursery door. The room I’d once decorated with such anticipation for my child. Grace was half-reclined against the crib, her nightgown clinging to her swollen belly. Leo rushed over and pulled her into his arms. “The pup’s kicking so hard,” she said softly. “It’s like he really misses you.” “I’m here now,” Leo murmured, his voice tender. “It’s okay, I’m with you.” Grace looked up, false tears brimming in her eyes. “I know I shouldn’t be selfish… you haven’t been with Amelia in so long. But…” Leo stroked her hair. “Don’t worry about Amelia. She’s already asleep.” “But if Amelia wakes up and finds you in the nursery with me…” “You’re carrying the pup. You’re what matters most.” He said firmly. I stood there, listening to him coax Grace in that gentle tone. Grace wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck, kissing him with urgent desire, pulling him closer. “We can be careful. It won’t hurt the pup.” He murmured against her lips. In an instant, they were lost in each other’s passion in that room I’d so carefully prepared. This was what he looked like when he truly loved someone. I stood outside the door, feeling my wolf roaring with fury at this ultimate betrayal, desperate to burst in and tear them apart. “Quiet,” I soothed my wolf softly. “They’re not worth it.” I numbly turned and walked back to the guest room. The mate severance agreement lay quietly on the bed, Leo’s scrawled signature at the bottom. He thought he was so clever, thinking this was me surrendering to him. He never imagined that by signing his name, he’d set me free. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo on the table. I picked up the frame and smashed it against the wall. The glass shattered into countless pieces. I didn’t sleep that night. Watching the time tick by, second by second. When dawn came, I would leave completely. He didn’t know yet what price he would pay.

At dawn, I’d already packed my bags and was carrying them downstairs. Right there in the hall, I witnessed a revolting scene. Grace, completely ignoring the strange looks from the pack guards and servants nearby, sat suggestively on Leo’s lap, giggling as she waited for Leo to feed her breakfast. Seeing me come downstairs, Grace pretended to be startled, scrambling off Leo’s lap like a frightened deer. I paid no attention to this sickening display, walking straight ahead with my luggage, ready to leave. “Stop!” Leo called out immediately. His gaze fell on my luggage, brows furrowed, voice sharp. “Amelia, what tantrum are you throwing this early in the morning? Where are you going with that luggage?” I had no intention of responding. Seeing I was leaving, Grace immediately put on an aggrieved expression. She picked up a glass of milk from the table and walked over, her tone full of false concern. “Amelia, don’t be angry. I noticed you haven’t had breakfast. Here, drink some milk first…” “Take it away.” I said coldly, casually pushing away the glass she offered. “Ah!” Grace screamed, deliberately falling backward dramatically and landing hard on the floor. “Leo, it hurts! Amelia, why did you push me!” She clutched her belly and cried out, tears instantly streaming down her face. “Amelia, I know you’ve always resented me, but I was just kindly offering you milk. Why did you deliberately push me!” Leo immediately flew into a rage. He first checked on Grace’s condition, his hands caressing her belly, whispering comfort. “I’m fine, Leo.” Grace sobbed. “Just a little frightened. But Leo, I’m so scared of what Amelia might do next.” Then he stood up and strode toward me. I tried to step back, but he grabbed my arm. “Didn’t I warn you?!” he roared, gripping my chin so hard it felt like he’d crush the bone. “Since you won’t drink it yourself, I’ll feed you personally!” He angrily grabbed the remaining milk and roughly forced my mouth open, pouring the milk directly down my throat. I choked violently, struggling desperately, but he threw me aside like trash. I lost my balance and my forehead slammed hard into the corner of a nearby table. Sharp pain struck, and warm blood instantly streamed down my forehead, blurring my vision. Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen. “It hurts…” I clutched my belly, crying out for help. “My stomach hurts so much…” However, Leo only looked down at me coldly from above, not a trace of mercy in his eyes. “Amelia, you think you can fool me with this pathetic act?” he scolded harshly. “You just viciously attacked a mother carrying a pup, and now you’re playing pitiful? Let me tell you, your tricks don’t work on me!” Suddenly, Grace’s voice came from nearby. “Leo? I think my belly really hurts. Is it the pup…” He turned without hesitation and carefully lifted Grace from the floor into his arms. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take you to the pack hospital right now.” He coaxed Grace in gentle tones, his voice full of concern. He personally carried Grace and strode out of the main house. Even now, with me lying on the ground covered in blood, struggling in pain, he didn’t spare me a single glance. This realization was more sobering than any physical pain. He would hurt me without mercy to protect Grace. Wave after wave of excruciating pain hit me. With trembling, bloodstained fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed emergency services myself.

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After Ethan was rescued from the fire, he claimed he’d lost his memory. He remembered everyone but me. His own wife of five years. Completely forgotten. To keep his little assistant around, he called me a desperate, clingy lunatic in public. At first, I thought the injury had messed with his head. So I held back my pain and took care of him. Then I found out it was all an act. A disgusting lie to replace me with someone younger. Since he loved to act, I decided to play along. I’d pretend to lose my memory too. Right in front of him, I threw my arms around the most powerful heir without hesitation and called him “husband” in the sweetest voice. Today was my birthday. At ten o’clock at night, Ethan Grey still hadn’t come home. I called him, but his personal assistant Susan answered instead. On the other end, Ethan’s voice was muffled and indulgent. “Susan, stop fooling around.” I hung up in fury and sent him a text about divorce. One minute later, Ethan’s call came through. “Miranda Walsh, are you ever going to stop? I booked a hotel. I’ll celebrate your birthday there, okay?” Not wanting to ruin my birthday completely, I reluctantly took a cab to South Mountain. But halfway up the mountainside, the road ahead was completely blocked by police tape. South Mountain Restaurant had caught fire. The flames had turned half the sky red. I don’t know how I made it to the emergency building at City Hospital. The nurse’s station told me he was in a special care room on the third floor. I didn’t even wait for the elevator. I ran up the emergency stairs like a madwoman, losing a shoe along the way without bothering to pick it up. At the hospital room door, it was left slightly ajar. I pushed it open. Ethan was wearing a hospital gown with a white gauze bandage on his forehead, sitting safely against the headboard. And his arms were wrapped tightly around a completely uninjured woman. It was Susan, the assistant who’d been fooling around with him on the phone. Ethan was looking down at her, coaxing her in a gentle voice. “As long as I’m here, I’ll never let anything happen to you.” I froze in the doorway, my nails digging into my palms. Hearing the door open, Susan jumped out of his embrace like she’d been electrocuted. She turned around, looking at me with reddened eyes, though a barely perceptible flash of panic crossed her gaze. “Miranda…” Ethan’s eyes followed. The tender look from moments ago turned to ice the instant he saw me. He showed no guilt at being caught in an affair. He pulled Susan behind him, his defensive gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. “Who are you? Who gave you permission to barge into my hospital room?” I stood stunned, my breathing stopped for a beat. “Ethan, what kind of joke is this?” I forced down my trembling voice and took a step forward. “I’m Miranda Walsh! I’m your wife!” “Wife?” Ethan let out a cold laugh, his lips full of mockery. “Did you suffer some kind of shock that made you lose your mind?” Ethan’s eyes were ice cold, his ridicule merciless. “Even if my brain got burned by the fire, I would never marry you.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What?” Susan hid behind him and spoke timidly. “Mr. Grey, the doctor said you inhaled dense smoke that damaged your nerves, causing retrograde amnesia. Miranda… she really is your wife.” Ethan’s expression instantly darkened. He grasped Susan’s hand in return, his tone somewhat displeased. “Susan, you don’t need to speak up for her. The only person I’ve ever loved in my life is you. I’ve never been married!” He stared at me intensely, his eyes full of undisguised rejection. “Even if I did get married, who knows what methods she used to force me! Please leave immediately and stop disturbing us!”

“What methods did I use to force you?” I laughed bitterly, my whole body trembling as I raised my left hand. The diamond wedding ring on my ring finger stung my eyes. “Ethan, this is the matching ring you personally put on my finger five years ago when you knelt in front of the entire company and begged me to marry you! Our initials are even engraved inside!” I thought this ring he’d personally designed would awaken some sense of familiarity in him. But Ethan only glanced at it coldly. Then without hesitation, he removed the men’s ring from his own hand and casually tossed it into the trash can. “You bought a matching ring and think you can scam me?” Ethan’s eyes were full of disdain. I felt struck by lightning, frozen in place, even breathing felt like it was tearing at my lungs. Susan’s eyes reddened as she tugged at his sleeve. “Mr. Grey, Miranda looks so pitiful. What if she really is…” “Susan, you’re just too naive.” Ethan’s tone instantly turned tender. “Even if she produces a marriage certificate, it would be a fake.” He looked up at me again, his expression changing with chilling speed. “You’ve made Susan cry.” He pointed at the hospital room door. “Get out with your things! Don’t make me call security!” The door was urgently pushed open from outside. Lucas came in carrying several brain CT scan films. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he quickly stepped in front of me. “Miranda, Miranda, calm down! Didn’t I tell you outside just now that Ethan can’t handle stimulation right now?” “He threw away his wedding ring!” I said with reddened eyes, grabbing Lucas by the collar. “Lucas, you tell me what’s wrong with him? How could a perfectly fine person suddenly forget the past five years completely?” Lucas’s eyes darted around frantically, not daring to meet my gaze. He coughed twice and forcibly pried my hands away, half-pushing, half-dragging me toward the door. “The brain impact injured his hippocampus. This type of retrograde amnesia is rare medically, but it does exist. Ethan’s memory is stuck five years ago, right before he met you.” “What about Susan?” I gritted my teeth, pointing into the room. “He forgot everyone else, so why is he so devoted to a mere assistant?” Lucas swallowed, guiltily fabricating lies. “The fire was critical. Susan stayed by his side the whole time. It might be a psychological thing. He subconsciously sees Susan as a lifeline, even mistaking her for his first love.” “First love?” My tears finally fell. Lucas pushed me out of the hospital room and closed the door behind us. “Miranda, arguing with him now won’t help. He’s a patient. The more you push him, the more he’ll resent you.” “If you want him to recover his memory, you need to go along with him. Don’t try to stimulate him with things from the past anymore.” After saying this, Lucas left and returned to the doctor’s office. I stood alone in the corridor. Barefoot on one side, my dress hem covered in black soot from the fire rescue. Through the glass window in the door, I watched the man I’d loved for five years. He was holding a cup of warm water, carefully bringing it to Susan’s lips. Susan took a sip and smiled sweetly at him. Ethan’s eyes overflowed with adoration. I covered my face and slid down the cold wall to sit on the floor.

The day Ethan was discharged, I went to the hospital to pick him up. But the room was already empty. The nurse checked the bed records and told me, “Mr. Grey completed his discharge paperwork two hours ago. Miss Susan left with him.” I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and dialed Ethan’s number. It rang for a long time before connecting. “Ethan, why didn’t you tell me you were being discharged?” He didn’t say a word and hung up directly. When I called again, I’d been blocked. I stood in the hospital’s empty corridor like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. Even if he’d forgotten my status as his wife of five years, he shouldn’t be avoiding me like this, right? That evening, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Susan. When I opened the image, all the blood in my body instantly flowed backward, and my breathing stopped. In the photo was a large double bed. On the nightstand sat two half-finished glasses of red wine. Most jarring of all was a men’s white dress shirt casually draped over the foot of the bed, alongside a silk nightgown. That white shirt was the custom-made one I’d personally selected for Ethan during my business trip to Paris last month. The room’s décor was unmistakably from Ethan’s luxury apartment in the city center. Susan’s message came through, every word reeking of nauseating pretense. “Miranda, I’m truly sorry for disturbing you so late at night.” “Ethan… he’s very dependent on me right now. He insisted I move in to take care of him. The doctor said he can’t handle stress, so I couldn’t refuse.” “You must be heartbroken seeing this, but love can’t be forced. He only remembers me now and treats me so well he’d give his life for me.” “Miranda, for Ethan’s health, please do a good deed and let us be together. He told me that as long as you agree to divorce, he’ll give you satisfactory compensation.” Every word was like a knife stabbing into my heart. My hands shook with rage as I immediately clicked into Susan’s social media. Ten minutes ago, she’d posted something visible only to me. In the photo, she wore that oversized men’s shirt, clearly Ethan’s. She stood in the kitchen, turning to smile shyly at the camera. The caption read: “I’m still getting over being sick, and someone insists on making me a midnight snack. Being spoiled like this feels so good.” On his first day out of the hospital, he’d brought another woman into our home and even allowed his assistant to send me this disgusting provocation. I gripped my phone so tightly my nails dug into my flesh, blood seeping out without me even noticing. A massive sense of humiliation mixed with fury instantly consumed all my rationality. I grabbed my car keys from the coffee table and rushed out the door like a madwoman. Fifteen minutes later, I kicked open the password-protected door of the luxury apartment. The password for this place had originally been my birthday. He hadn’t even bothered to change it. The living room was brightly lit, the air thick with the pungent smell of alcohol. “Susan, you really understand me…” On the sofa, Ethan was pressing Susan beneath him, their posture intimate. “Ethan, Miranda just messaged me saying she…” Before Susan could finish, she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye and screamed like she’d been electrocuted, shoving Ethan away and frantically grabbing a throw pillow to hold against her chest. Ethan, interrupted, turned around angrily. Seeing it was me, the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by extreme disgust. “Miranda!” He shot to his feet. “Who gave you the nerve to break into my house?” “Your house?” I said with reddened eyes, glaring at him. “This is marital property! You brought some questionable woman here. Do you have any shame left?” I roughly pulled free from his grasp and raised my hand to slap the cowering Susan. But before my hand could land, Ethan intercepted it mid-air. “You dare touch her? Try it!” His eyes were cold to the extreme. He jerked his hand violently, and I lost my footing, my ankle twisting painfully as I fell to the floor. “Miranda, I’ll say this one last time.” Ethan straightened his disheveled collar, enunciating each word as a warning. “I don’t remember anything. Leave this place immediately. If you dare set foot here again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Ethan threw me hard to the floor, my ankle throbbing with pain. Susan climbed off the sofa, wrapped in Ethan’s shirt, and ran over with red eyes to help me up. “Miranda, are you okay? Ethan didn’t mean it. He’s just sick and can’t control his emotions…” “Don’t touch me!” I violently shook off her hand. Looking at her pretentious face made my stomach churn. Ethan yanked Susan back into his arms, his eyes sinister and terrifying. “Get out! If I see you acting crazy again, I’ll sue you for trespassing!” I braced myself against the cold floor and stood up. Looking at this husband who, for the sake of another woman, wouldn’t even spare me a glance, I suddenly felt utterly pathetic. I didn’t argue anymore. I limped out that door. For the next few days, I felt like my soul had been drained. I suffered through sleepless nights. I kept telling myself, Ethan was just sick. He didn’t mean it. Once he recovered his memory, he would definitely love me like before. Just as I was about to break down completely, my mother’s call suddenly came through. As soon as I answered, her hysterical crying voice came through. “Miranda, save your brother! Jason was arrested by the police!” My head buzzed. “Mom, don’t panic. What happened to Jason?” My brother Jason had just started his senior year of college. Though he was usually a bit wild, he’d never caused trouble this serious. “He got into a fight tonight and cracked someone’s head open! The other family won’t let it go. They say they’ll make sure he rots in prison! Miranda, find a way to reach Ethan. He knows people. He can definitely get your brother out!” Hearing my mother’s tearful pleading, I broke out in a cold sweat. But Ethan wouldn’t even see me now. He’d even blocked me. How could he possibly help? “Ethan has been… sick recently. I can’t reach him. Let me go to the police station first to check the situation.” “What illness could be more serious than your brother going to prison! Miranda, Jason is your own brother. Even if you have to beg on your knees, get Ethan to help!” My mother’s words were desperate on the phone. “If you don’t save your brother, I’ll die right in front of you!” She hung up violently. I clutched my phone, anxious as an ant on a hot pan. The other family was causing a scene at the police station, absolutely refusing mediation. I had no options. With nowhere else to turn, I could only use another backup number to dial Ethan’s phone. This was, after all, the first time in our five years of marriage that I’d asked him for help. The phone rang for a long time. Just as I was about to hang up in despair, it finally connected. “Hello?” However, the person who answered wasn’t Ethan. It was Susan. Her voice was soft and sweet, with a trace of ambiguous hoarseness, accompanied by a series of soft, sticky sounds. “Susan, give me the phone…” Ethan’s low, husky voice came through the receiver, carrying the intimate indulgence I knew all too well. “Ethan, hurry up…” Susan complained coquettishly, followed by the sound of kissing and the violent shaking of a mattress. My brain went blank. All the blood in my body froze in that moment. The crisp sound of plastic packaging being torn echoed through the silent night, amplified clearly in my ear through the receiver. I abruptly hung up. A wave of physiological nausea surged up from my stomach. I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom like a madwoman. Hunched over the toilet, I nearly vomited up bile. The husband I’d loved for five years was currently rolling around in bed with another woman. He’d forgotten me. But he hadn’t forgotten how to flirt with other women. So his so-called amnesia was just a disgusting cover for his blatant affair! I sat paralyzed on the cold bathroom floor, my fingers gripping my phone turning white at the knuckles. I desperately scrolled through my contacts, trying to find someone who could help bail out my brother. Suddenly, my eyes fixed on a profile with a pure black avatar. The name displayed: Hunter Shaw. He was the biggest investor in Ethan’s company, supposedly the all-powerful, ruthlessly effective heir of the Shaw family. Five years ago, at Ethan’s annual party, I’d added him on social media. We’d never exchanged a single word since. I stared at that black avatar, bit my lip, and sent a message. “Mr. Shaw, sorry to disturb you so late. I’m Miranda. My brother got into trouble. Could I ask for your help?” As soon as I sent the message, I regretted it. How could someone like Hunter, a big shot so powerful that even Ethan had to bow and scrape before him, possibly bother with an insignificant woman like me? Just as I was about to retract the message, my phone screen suddenly lit up. Not only had Hunter not deleted me. He’d replied instantly. On the screen, just one word: “Address.”

Seeing those two words Hunter sent back, I froze for a long time before snapping out of it. I quickly sent him the police station location and my brother’s name. There was no further reply. I didn’t know why this top-tier mogul would agree to help me with such a small favor. But right now, I could only grasp at straws. In less than half an hour, my mother called again. “Miranda! Jason’s fine! The other family suddenly backed down. Not only are they dropping the charges, they even proactively paid for medical expenses! Did you get Ethan to help? I knew it. At critical moments, you still have to rely on your brother-in-law!” Hearing my mother’s grateful tone on the phone, I only felt it was deeply ironic. My husband was currently tumbling around in bed with another woman. And the person who truly pulled me out of the mire was a stranger I’d only met once. I suppressed the churning in my stomach and hung up on my mother. Opening the chat, I sent Hunter two words. “Thank you, Mr. Shaw.” He replied instantly again, but only with a question: “Just thank you?” I froze. A billionaire venture capitalist. After doing me a small favor, would he really joke around with a married woman like me in the middle of the night? I hesitated, then replied, “Can I take you to dinner?” After a long pause, he finally answered with one cold word: “Fine.” I didn’t know how to continue the conversation. Just as I was about to put down my phone, the screen suddenly lit up. It was an unfamiliar text message with no saved contact. No words. Just a video file. The moment I opened the video, my breathing hitched and my face turned pale. It was pinhole camera surveillance footage from a hotel room. The quality was crystal clear. In the video, Ethan was pressing Susan down hard on the sofa. That face that had always been refined and courteous toward me was now filled with lust and indulgence. Susan wrapped her arms around his neck, responding coquettishly. “Ethan, if Miranda finds out, will she be angry?” “Don’t mention her and ruin the mood.” Ethan let out a cold laugh, his tone utterly callous. “Facing her every day, I only feel suffocated. If it weren’t for the company shares, I would’ve divorced her long ago. Being with you is so much more relaxing…” My head went blank. I could barely stay standing. He’d acted so convincingly, all just to brazenly keep Susan by his side, to have an excuse to divorce me, even to take over the company we’d built together! I’d fed the best five years of my youth to a dog. I stared at the footage on my screen, waves of nausea surging up my throat. I didn’t cry. In the silent night, I only felt my hands and feet turn terrifyingly cold. I pressed the save button and forced down the discomfort in my heart to sleep. No matter what, life had to go on. … The next morning, I put on a little makeup to hide my puffy eyes and dark circles. I cooked his favorite dish and packed it in a thermos. Today was the day Ethan was scheduled to return to the hospital for a follow-up brain CT. I was going to the hospital. I wanted to watch him in person as he continued this nauseating performance. At the hospital, I headed straight for Lucas’s vice president’s office. Pushing open the ajar door, I was about to enter when I heard Ethan’s voice. “All right, she’s gone. You really put on a convincing performance with that amnesia act. Even Mr. Shaw was fooled?” Lucas’s teasing voice came through. I stopped in my tracks. Through the door crack, I saw Ethan sitting on the sofa, smoking. He blew out a smoke ring, his lips curving into an arrogant arc. “If I didn’t do this, how could I openly protect Susan and systematically strip Miranda of her power in the company?” “Aren’t you afraid Miranda will actually divorce you? You’ve been married five years.” Lucas chuckled. “Divorce? Would she dare?” Ethan scoffed dismissively. “Miranda is a blockhead who revolves her whole life around me. Being with her is like completing a task. I’ve been sick of it for ages. How could she compare to Susan, young, vibrant, understanding what I need?” “Taking advantage of this amnesia, I’m getting some novelty. Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll tell her I’ve recovered my memory. Won’t she still come crawling back gratefully?” I stood outside the door, the thermos in my hand burning like a hot iron. I didn’t burst in to tear off the mask. I took out my phone and recorded their entire conversation, word for word. Find me boring? Want some novelty? Fine, Ethan. Since you love playing the amnesia game, I’ll play along with you. But bigger.

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I am the true heiress of the Lynn family, lost for twenty years. On the day of the reunion, my older brother Ethan had tears in his eyes as he swore to give me the best things in this world. My fiancé Derek also promised he would never let anyone mistreat me again. He said he would marry me as soon as I turned twenty. But when the stage collapse happened, I watched helplessly as they both rushed past me toward someone else. Their eyes full of heartache, they picked up that girl. She had only scratched her skin. Hannah, the fake heiress with asthma, had stolen my place and enjoyed twenty years of my privileged life. I lay in a pool of blood, my right hand crushed beneath several hundred pounds of steel framework. Even the sound of my bones shattering was clearly audible. That was my right hand. The hand I had protected through beatings and abuse in the countryside. The hand I relied on to play the violin with my incredible talent. I thought they would turn back to look at me. But what I got instead was Ethan’s furious roar. “Aria, why did you deliberately push Hannah! If her asthma acts up, I won’t forgive you!” Derek stood beside him, disgustedly stomping on and breaking my violin strings. He looked at me with eyes as cold as ice. “You’ll do anything to compete for attention. It’s truly revolting.” The agony of being abandoned by my blood relative and my lover even surpassed the pain of my shattered bones. I watched them carefully protect Hannah as they ran out of the theater, not even calling an ambulance for me. When I woke up again, I had already been taken to the hospital by staff members. The emergency room doctor looked at the scan and delivered a cold verdict. “The nerves in your right hand are severed. Forget about playing the violin in the future. You won’t even be able to lift heavy objects.” My only pride and future in life had been destroyed by the combined efforts of the sister I saved, my biased brother, and my fiancé. I leaned against the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, unable to shed even a single tear. Suddenly, familiar footsteps came from outside the door. It was Ethan and Derek. They didn’t enter my room, but stood in the corridor negotiating with the doctor. “Call all the best specialists to Hannah’s room. She was frightened, and we absolutely cannot let her suffer any psychological trauma.” Derek’s voice carried undeniable concern. “What about Miss Aria Lynn next door? Her hand…” the doctor probed tentatively. “Don’t bother with her.” Ethan interrupted impatiently. “She’s tough as nails. A little injury won’t kill her. Let her stay in there and reflect on her actions.” Something in my head buzzed, and something shattered completely. From returning to the Lynn family until now, I had compromised myself for a whole year. Staying up late to work on proposals for Ethan, learning to cook Derek’s favorite dishes, yielding to Hannah at every turn, all just to beg for a little bit of family affection and love. But now I understood. When there’s no love, there’s no love. Even my ruined hand mattered less to them than Hannah being frightened. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I just dragged my disabled right hand and calmly took out my phone. I opened the chat with my professor from the Vienna Royal Academy of Music. A few months ago, the professor had noticed my perfect pitch and compositional talent and invited me to study abroad, transferring to symphonic conducting. Because I couldn’t bear to leave Ethan and Derek, I had refused. But now, I had no reason left to stay. I typed out a line and sent it. “Professor, is that invitation still valid? I accept. I can leave next Monday.”

After spending one night in the hospital, I handled the discharge procedures alone. My right hand was wrapped in thick plaster, suspended from my neck with a sling. When I returned to the Lynn family villa, there was laughter and joy in the living room. Ethan and Derek were accompanying Hannah as she opened gifts, celebrating that despite the accident, she had still been awarded first place in the competition for her outstanding performance. At the sound of the door opening, the laughter stopped abruptly. Ethan turned his head, and seeing my hand hanging at my chest, his brow immediately furrowed. “Aria, you didn’t come home all night just to pull this victim act?” He strode over, his tone full of accusation. “The doctor said you only had superficial injuries. Why are you putting on a cast and pretending to be disabled?” Hannah also stood up from the sofa. Looking at my hand, her eyes immediately reddened, and she fearfully hid behind Derek. “Aria, I’m sorry… it’s all because of me. Are you still blaming me for taking your violin, so you deliberately hurt yourself to punish me?” Derek immediately shielded Hannah behind him, looking at me with eyes full of disgust. “Aria, Hannah couldn’t sleep all night from guilt. Now you come back deliberately wearing a cast just to make her feel more guilty, don’t you?” He coldly issued an order. “Put away that pitiful act. Don’t upset Hannah by being an eyesore in this house.” I looked at these two men who had once sworn to protect me, and surprisingly felt no ripples in my heart. Before, even if they just frowned slightly, I would anxiously review what I had done wrong. But now, knowing that my hand was truly ruined, I only found this scene ridiculously absurd. “Fine. I won’t be an eyesore to you anymore,” I said calmly, without a single word of rebuttal. They both froze. Perhaps accustomed to my usual aggrieved explanations and humble submissions, my sudden compliance made Derek’s eyes flash with bewilderment. But he quickly snorted coldly. “It’s best that you can see reason. Stop being so ungrateful all the time.” I walked around them, went straight upstairs, and returned to my room. There were six days until my flight. I didn’t have time to waste on them. I took out a black garbage bag and clumsily swept the things I had once treasured into it with one hand. A paint-chipped music box that Ethan had casually tossed to me, a hair clip Derek had bought me. I once thought these were proof of family affection and love. Now I saw them as nothing more than charity handed out to a beggar. The next morning. Unlike the past year when I would wake up an hour early to make stomach-soothing soup for Derek and iron Ethan’s suits, I did none of that. When I came downstairs carrying the garbage bag full of old belongings, I ran right into Ethan and Derek. Ethan looked at my empty hands and demanded harshly, “Aria, are you deliberately throwing a tantrum because of Hannah winning first place yesterday?” Derek also frowned, his tone extremely impatient. “Are you done with your tantrum yet? Do you have to force the whole family to revolve around you before you’re satisfied?” I walked to the door and calmly threw the garbage bag into the recycling bin outside. Then I turned back and looked at them. “I’m not throwing a tantrum. It’s just that my hand is ruined and I can’t do these things anymore. From now on, find someone else to do your things.” After speaking, I ignored their livid faces, pushed open the door, and walked out. I still needed to handle expedited visa procedures.

The next day I went to the visa center to expedite my visa processing. After that, I went to a pawn shop. Living abroad required money, but I didn’t want to take a single penny from the Lynn family. I only had two items in my bag. One was the diamond necklace Ethan had casually thrown to me on the day of our reunion. The other was the family heirloom jade pendant Derek had given me when he promised our engagement. I had just handed the necklace to the counter when Hannah’s surprised voice came from behind me. “Aria? What are you doing here selling things? Are you short on spending money?” I turned around to see Hannah intimately holding onto Derek’s arm as they walked in. They had come to select jewelry for Hannah’s celebration banquet in three days. Derek’s face darkened instantly when he saw the pawn ticket in my hand. “Aria, you deliberately came here to play the victim so outsiders will criticize the Lynn family for mistreating you?” He strode over and snatched the necklace from my hand, slamming it on the counter. “To make Hannah feel bad, you’ll even use such underhanded tactics!” Hannah bit her lower lip and pitifully shed tears. “Derek, don’t blame Aria. I must have spent too much. I’ll transfer all the money in my account to her right now…” “Don’t bother with her.” Derek coldly interrupted. His gaze swept over and landed on the jade pendant in my hand. His eyes tightened sharply, the disgust in them growing deeper. “What are you taking that jade pendant out for? Planning to threaten me with breaking off the engagement?” Derek sneered, his tone full of mockery. “Aria, aren’t you tired of playing this retreat-to-advance game? Hand over the jade pendant. You don’t deserve to hold anything from the Pierce family.” In the past, if I had heard him say I didn’t deserve it, I would have desperately explained that I didn’t mean that, then clutched the jade pendant tightly to prove how much I loved him. But now, I only felt relieved. Relieved that I could sever the last thread of connection with him so quickly. “Fine.” Without any hesitation, I threw the jade pendant I had once kept warm against my body onto the glass counter in front of him. The jade made a crisp, muffled sound. Without looking at Derek’s shocked, rigid expression, I took the money from pawning the necklace and walked straight out the door. When I returned to the Lynn family home, Ethan was already sitting on the living room sofa waiting for me. Clearly, Derek had already told him about the pawn shop incident. “Aria, you’re getting bolder and bolder.” Ethan suddenly smashed his teacup on the coffee table, pointing at my nose and cursing. “Are you only satisfied when you’ve turned this house upside down? Do you think selling a few pieces of jewelry will earn sympathy and cover up the fact that you pushed Hannah?” I quietly watched him rage without saying a word. “In three days, there will be a celebration banquet for Hannah’s championship. All the prominent people in River City will be there.” Seeing my wooden expression, Ethan’s tone became even more severe as he issued an ultimatum. “At that time, you must publicly apologize to Hannah at the banquet for your unreasonable behavior these past few days! Otherwise, get out of the Lynn family!” I raised my head and glanced at the calendar on the wall. Three days from now. That would be exactly the day I got my passport and flew to Vienna. I met Ethan’s furious gaze and calmly nodded. “Alright, I promise you. In three days, I will completely get out of the Lynn family.”

Since I had promised to leave completely in three days, I stopped clinging to anything and accelerated the pace of clearing out my room. The next day, while cleaning the bottom drawer of my nightstand, my left hand touched an old, yellowed box. Opening the box, a violin string that had been blackened and broken by fire lay quietly inside. Looking at this string, my thoughts briefly wandered. Ten years ago, there was a sensational serial kidnapping case. Ten-year-old Derek had been hidden by the kidnappers in an abandoned warehouse in the countryside. At that time, I had just been beaten by my adoptive mother and locked in the woodshed, separated from that warehouse by only a wall. I heard him crying out desperately in the darkness, terrified. Through the wall, I played lullabies for him all night on this violin. Later, the warehouse accidentally caught fire. I desperately broke through the wooden boards and used all my strength to drag him out of the flames. That broken string had fallen beside him at the time. And on the inner side of my right forearm, I had been left with a scar that could never be removed, from shielding him from falling burning debris. Later, when I returned to the Lynn family, Derek became my fiancé. But not only did he fail to recognize me, he actually treated Hannah, who had stolen the credit, as his savior and doted on her endlessly. I had wanted countless times to take out this string and tell him the truth, but every time, before I could speak, he would ruthlessly cut me off. “Aria, what are you dawdling about now?” The door was suddenly pushed open without courtesy, and Derek walked in with an impatient expression. I instinctively turned around. Because I moved too quickly, my loose sleeves slid down to my elbow, revealing the hideous, ugly burn scar on my right hand. Derek’s gaze fell on my wrist, and his steps suddenly halted. Immediately after, his brow furrowed tightly, unconcealed disgust rising in his eyes. “What’s that scar on your hand?” I froze, my heart seeming to be viciously squeezed by an invisible hand. “This is from ten years ago…” “Forget it, I’m not interested in hearing about your past!” Derek cut me off. “The Lynn family has given you so much money. Don’t you know to go to the hospital and have that scar removed?” “Tomorrow night at the celebration banquet, you’d better wear long sleeves. Don’t show up with that scar and embarrass both the Pierce and Lynn families!” Every word was like a poisoned knife, precisely stabbing into my heart. Not only had he forgotten me, but he also regarded the scar I got from saving him as a crude, filthy mark, thinking I would embarrass him. Hannah walked in from outside the door. She intimately took Derek’s arm, holding imported ointment in her hand. “Derek, Aria suffered in the countryside, so having scars is unavoidable.” Hannah put on a considerate appearance and held the ointment out to me. “Aria, this is scar removal cream Derek had someone airship from Switzerland. When I fell yesterday and accidentally scraped a little skin, Derek was so heartbroken he insisted on buying it for me.” “My superficial wound has already healed, so I’ll give you this ointment to use.” Looking at Hannah’s wrist, smooth as jade, then at the hideous scar on my own wrist. I suddenly felt utterly absurd. For a fraud with a scraped bit of skin, he could spend lavishly, his eyes full of distress. But for me, who had actually pulled him back from death’s door, he only felt disgusted and ashamed. Seeing that I wasn’t taking the ointment, Derek’s face showed even more annoyance. He snatched the ointment back from Hannah’s hand and said coldly, “Hannah, you’re just too kind. Using this ointment on her would be a complete waste.” He looked at me with harsh eyes. “Why waste good things on her.” In that instant, I felt all the blood in my body turn cold. The Aria who used to hide under the covers and cry all night just because he ignored her completely died in this moment. I didn’t cry, nor did I justify myself aggrievedly like before. I picked up the charred violin string from the desk. Right in front of Derek, I casually threw the string I had treasured for ten years into the nearby trash can. Seeing my action, Derek’s frown deepened. “What are you going crazy about now?” I raised my head, looked at that face I had once deeply loved, and pulled my lips into an extremely faint smile. “Don’t worry. Tomorrow I absolutely won’t expose this scar to be an eyesore to you.” Never again.

Not long after Derek left with Hannah, Ethan walked in. The family had been busy with Hannah’s celebration banquet these past few days, and the servants, reading the room, hadn’t come to clean my room for several days. His gaze swept around my room, his eyes full of impatience. “Hannah won the championship this time, and Mom, Dad, and Derek all gave her lots of haute couture dresses. Her closet is completely full now.” Ethan strode to the door connecting to my bedroom and pointed at the small study next door that originally belonged to me. “Clear out all that junk in your study and make room for Hannah to use it as a fitting room.” Hearing this, my hands, which had been folding clothes, suddenly froze. In that small study were music scores I had spent countless days and nights over the past year hunched over my desk writing, stroke by stroke. I still remembered when I first returned to the Lynn family. Ethan saw me crouched at the coffee table in my bedroom struggling to write compositions, and with reddened eyes, he touched my head and promised me. “Aria, it’s my fault as your brother for letting you suffer so much outside. From now on, this room will be your dedicated music room. I’ll have the best music desk custom-made for you so you never have to compromise yourself again.” But now, the music room he had personally promised me was being casually taken back just because Hannah’s dresses wouldn’t fit elsewhere. Seeing me standing there silently, Ethan’s face immediately darkened. “You’re not willing?” He walked to the desk, casually flipped through a stack of scores I had placed on top, then threw them back on the desk with a face full of mockery. The papers scattered all over the floor. “That hand of yours is already ruined. You can’t even hold a water glass steady. So what’s the point of keeping this waste paper? To look at it every day and feel sorry for yourself? Or to remind everyone how much you’ve suffered?” “Aria, hurry up and clear the space for Hannah. Don’t force me to call the servants in to throw things out for you!” Every word was like a rusty, dull knife, cutting the last remnants of my family affection into bloody pieces. “Fine, I’ll clear it now.” I looked at him calmly, my voice showing no trace of emotion. Anyway, I was about to leave for Vienna soon. I didn’t need to take a single one of these scores with me. Ethan clearly hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. He looked me up and down suspiciously, as if trying to determine what scheme I was playing this time. But he was too busy to investigate further. “Good that you know your place. It must be cleared by dark.” After dropping this cold warning, he turned and strode away, rushing to arrange the evening celebration banquet schedule for Hannah. After he left, I found some garbage bags. I swept the music scores from the study into the trash can, handful by handful. There were also those ill-fitting dresses that Ethan had casually bought for me as compensation when we first reunited. And on the vanity, the only family photo I had carefully printed out, which they disliked because my expression was too wooden. For two solid hours, I cleared away every trace of my existence until it was spotless. Looking at the corner piled with garbage bags and the room that seemed as if no one had ever lived there. My heart collapsed along with everything else. After clearing everything, I walked to the desk and pulled open the bottom drawer. A document lay quietly inside. It was the share transfer agreement that the Lynn parents had publicly signed on my first day back home to demonstrate their compensation to me. I took out the document and spread it flat on the desk. In the section for renouncing inheritance rights, I signed my name. After signing, I took out a blank sheet of A4 paper and carefully wrote out a “Declaration of Severance of Family Relations.” “I, Aria Lynn, voluntarily renounce all property and status in the Lynn family. From this day forward, I sever all blood and family relations with Ethan Lynn and all members of the Lynn family. In life and death, we shall never meet again.” I carefully folded these two signed documents. Then, from my backpack, I took out the medical diagnosis from yesterday. “Right hand permanently disabled, irreparable.” I put these three sheets of paper together in a manila envelope. After sealing it, I placed the envelope squarely in the center of the desk. After finishing all this, I glanced at the time on my phone. There were still twenty-four hours until tomorrow night’s celebration banquet, until I completely left this city.

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Five years after breaking up with Matthew, we ran into each other at a friend’s wedding. Our eyes met for a second before we both looked away at the same time, pretending we were strangers. After the ceremony ended, my half-drunk friend pointed at Matthew and whispered to me, “After you two broke up, every girlfriend he’s found has looked a bit like you. We all know they were substitutes for you.” “But this Natasha by his side now—not only has she stayed with him longer than anyone else, she doesn’t look like you at all. He must really be serious about her this time.” I knew my friend was trying to ask if I had any regrets, but I just smiled awkwardly. The truth was, whether Matthew was serious or not had nothing to do with me anymore. This time, I came back to get married. As we walked out of the banquet hall, my friends started making a fuss about going somewhere else to drink the night away. Before I could refuse, someone pushed Matthew over to my side. “Matthew, Prince came all this way back here. With your history together, you have to show her a good time tonight, right?” As they spoke, my friend’s eyebrows bounced up and down suggestively. Matthew didn’t say anything. He just naturally took my suitcase from my hand. I glanced at my watch. Since I still had time before my scheduled meeting, I nodded and agreed to get in the car. I sat in the passenger seat while Matthew and Natasha sat in the back. The car had barely started moving when a sweet, cloying voice drifted up from the back seat. “Matthew, you haven’t even introduced me to her yet.” “At first I thought you two didn’t know each other. I almost made a fool of myself.” Though she was talking to Matthew, I could see from the rearview mirror that her eyes were fixed on me, full of naked provocation and disgust. Matthew’s gaze lingered on me for a moment. Before he could speak, I took the initiative to explain: “Hello, my name is Prince. Matthew and I are classmates.” “Prince?” Natasha suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. “What do you mean classmates? Everyone knows you’re Matthew’s ex-girlfriend.” “Don’t worry though, I’m not that petty. I won’t get jealous over something like this.” After saying this, she wrapped her arm around Matthew’s and kissed his cheek forcefully, as if marking her territory. Throughout the drive, Natasha kept chattering nonstop. Matthew, who had always been cold and quiet, patiently responded to every single thing she said. “We’re not going to have to drink more later, are we? I have the worst tolerance. If I get drunk, will you take me home, Matthew?” “I won’t let you get drunk. I’ll take you home.” “The wedding today almost made me cry. I’m so jealous the bride got to marry for love. When we have our wedding, I want roses filling the sky and colorful balloons everywhere.” “Okay. You can decide everything about the wedding.” I rolled the car window all the way down, letting the wind scatter the intimate atmosphere inside the car. When we finally arrived at our destination, I got out of the car and saw Matthew smoothly lift Natasha out in his arms. When our eyes met, his hands stiffened for a moment. Natasha nestled in his embrace and smiled shyly. “I’m not used to wearing heels. Matthew worries I’ll twist my ankle, so he always carries me when I get out of the car.” I nodded and smiled politely. “Matthew treats you really well.” When we got to the private room, a friend immediately handed me a drink. “You’re late. As punishment, you have to drink three glasses.” I had just taken the glass when Matthew already downed the other two in one gulp. “Natasha can’t hold her liquor. I’ll drink hers for her.” Several people started making a fuss, but most of the attention stayed fixed on me. I calmly drank what was in my glass. As I was about to grab another one, Natasha rushed over and blocked me. “Don’t bully Prince like this. She’s single right now. If she gets drunk, which one of you is going to take her home? Is she supposed to stay at your place?” I glanced at her and took back the glass she’d blocked. “Thanks for your concern, but I’m not single.” My response made Natasha’s expression turn ugly instantly. The room suddenly fell silent. All the eyes that had been on me shifted to Matthew. Through the dim lighting, I could clearly see his hand tighten around the empty glass, as if just a bit more pressure would shatter it. After a few seconds, he finally raised an eyebrow and spoke. “Then why didn’t your boyfriend come today?” “He’ll be here at midnight.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned strange. My friend immediately tried to lighten the mood by raising the cards in their hand. “Today’s gathering is supposed to be drink till we drop! Come on, let’s play games!” Natasha tugged at Matthew’s sleeve, pouting as she whined, “But I can’t handle alcohol at all. Isn’t making everyone drink till they drop just bullying me?” Matthew patiently stroked her hair and gently reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’ll drink yours for you.” “I can’t bear to let you drink that much.” Her eyes darted around, and then she focused her attention on me. “Prince, I saw you drink so much earlier without even blushing. Your tolerance must be really good.” “How about you drink for me?” Someone frowned and reminded Matthew, “Aren’t you going to say something? This is too much.” “She’s always been the one managing me.” Matthew said flatly, then pushed a glass toward me. “Your tolerance really is good. How about you and I each take half for Natasha?” I stood there, suddenly feeling my fingers tremble. When Matthew and I first got together, he wasn’t Matthew the gentleman yet. We were squeezed into a tiny rental apartment, praying the rain would stay light so the roof wouldn’t leak. That kind of life lasted two years before we finally used all our savings to start a business. At business dinners, people would often target me deliberately. “Just one look at Miss Prince and I can tell you hold your liquor well. Why don’t you down this glass first?” Every time, before I could even pick up the glass, Matthew would grab it first. “Prince, since we’re the perfect couple, how about we split it in half?” But every time, he would secretly switch out my drink and end up completely wasted himself, even getting a perforated ulcer that bled. “Prince, I won’t let you get drunk, and I’ll definitely give you a good life. You’ll never have to touch alcohol again.” I glanced coolly at the current Matthew and took two steps back. “Matthew, Natasha is your girlfriend, not mine.” “Don’t tell me after all these years, you still can’t protect your own girlfriend?” The situation became awkward after my retort. Natasha sniffled beside him, tears threatening to fall as she looked aggrieved. “Prince, I know you’re still bitter that Matthew dumped you back then, but you don’t need to target us like this.” Everyone gasped. My friend glared at Natasha and tried to smooth things over. “What dumped or whatever? Isn’t there a popular saying online now—that everyone had their own difficulties back then?” I laughed lightly. “There weren’t really any difficulties. I just had one or two close friends when I was young, that’s all. Why keep bringing up the past? If you’re petty enough to care about it, Miss Natasha, maybe you should go home with Matthew and settle accounts slowly?” Natasha might not know this, but I was famous for holding grudges. If you don’t provoke me, I can pretend you don’t exist. But if you make me unhappy, I’ll make sure you’re unhappy too. Even if it’s just a war of words. Natasha bit her lip. Tears fell at will, but when she noticed Matthew standing beside her with cold eyes, saying nothing, she stubbornly wiped them away. “Then I won’t drink. Let’s just play Truth or Dare, and I’ll be the referee.” The farce finally ended, and no one wanted to stir up more conflict. Natasha grabbed the wine bottle nearby. “Whoever I spin to has to answer a truth question!” The bottle spun several times before stopping in front of me. A flash of smugness and calculation crossed Natasha’s eyes. “Prince, did you really come back just to attend a wedding, or is it for something else?” I could feel Matthew’s gaze fixed on me. I picked up the glass on the table and took a casual sip. “To get married.”

Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth between Matthew and me. Natasha shook Matthew’s arm. “Oh my, if Prince is getting married, does that mean she can’t be our bridesmaid?” “It’s fine.” Matthew’s answer was perfunctory, and his eyes remained fixed on me. I put down my glass and replied to a message on my phone before saying leisurely, “Even if I weren’t getting married, I’d have no interest in being a bridesmaid.” Natasha had embarrassed herself again. She pouted and started spinning the bottle on the table again. “Since we said we’d drink till we drop, whoever it lands on this time has to finish this whole bottle!” Natasha pointed at the bottle. “How should we count this? Why don’t you two split it in half?” my friend teased, then whispered in my ear, “Actually, I think you and Matthew still have a chance. You came back for him, didn’t you?” I’d been up for a whole day without rest, and now my head was starting to throb. I rubbed my temples. “No, I really came back to get married.” My friend clicked their tongue, clearly not believing me. I didn’t want to explain further. Just as I was about to pick up the glass and split the drinks with Matthew, Natasha stopped my hand. “Prince, it’s not that I’m targeting you, but I really don’t like my boyfriend sharing a drink with another woman. Let’s do another round.” She emphasized the words “my boyfriend” especially hard, as if deliberately trying to remind or warn me of something. “What’s the big deal? We’re pouring it out into separate glasses anyway. It’s not like we’re drinking from the same one.” Faced with Natasha’s repeated antics, my friend was finally getting impatient. “If you’re that worried about your boyfriend, why don’t you just tie Matthew up and keep him locked at home?” Natasha immediately became all innocent, her lips slightly pouting as she looked at Matthew pitifully. “I just wanted everyone to have fun.” Matthew’s brow furrowed slightly, but he still went along with what Natasha said. “We’ll do what you want.” The beer bottle spun again and quickly stopped firmly in front of me. Fair and square—I didn’t hesitate to pick up the glass in front of me and drain the entire pitcher. The game continued. I don’t know if Natasha’s hand had been blessed somehow, but every single round, the beer bottle stopped steadily in front of me. The lack of rest combined with excessive drinking was already making me dizzy. Matthew reached out and grabbed my hand as I went for another glass. The cold touch instantly brought me back to my senses. “Let’s stop here for today.” Natasha glared at me resentfully and muttered with displeasure, “But we haven’t finished this round yet.” “Then how about this—for this round, no drinking. Prince, answer another truth question instead.” I pulled my hand back and checked the time. Ten more minutes until midnight. “Fine.” A flash of calculation quickly crossed Natasha’s eyes. She pulled out her phone, opened a photo, and held it in front of me. “Prince, in this scandal of yours, exactly how many men were involved?”

Looking at the familiar photos in front of me, my whole body began to convulse uncontrollably. That dark period of history seemed to return before my eyes. It was when Matthew and my company was about to go public. At a malicious banquet, while Matthew stepped out to take a call, someone drugged my drink. When I realized something was wrong with my body, I frantically knocked my glass over. The moment the glass shards pierced my palm, my consciousness finally returned briefly. I stumbled out of the banquet hall, trying to find Matthew, but the burning restlessness inside made me collapse in a corner after just a few steps. With no other choice, I used glass shards to desperately cut my wrist to maintain brief moments of consciousness while crawling on my knees to the bathroom. Only when the door was locked did my anxious heart finally settle. When I woke up in the bathroom again, it was already the next day. When I rushed home, I learned that Matthew had searched for me all night. But before I could tell him what happened that night, my photos were posted online. Instantly, it caused a huge uproar. Matthew held me tightly. “Don’t be afraid. No matter what you become, I’ll never abandon you.” I explained that nothing happened that night, but wave after wave of photos online nailed me firmly to the pillar of shame. Many people even came forward claiming I’d always been promiscuous, that the only reason our company could close so many deals was because of what I did in bed. There were also men claiming to be in the photos, pointing at my spine and saying I had seduced them. The company caught in the scandal saw its stock plummet. Shareholders withdrew their investments one after another. Going public became an impossible dream. During that time, I desperately tried to prove my innocence, but no one believed me. The only person who said he would always believe me—Matthew—also began to lose patience between being cursed by thousands and facing bankruptcy. Many people said Matthew and I broke up because of this scandal, but only he and I knew the truth. We simply let each other go. I didn’t want to drag him down anymore, and he didn’t want me to continue suffering all that humiliation in America. Five years had passed, and everything had finally begun to fade. But now Natasha had brought it all back into the open. Matthew’s expression darkened immediately. Just as he was about to reach for Natasha’s phone, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. “I don’t know how you got these slanderous and defamatory photos, but maliciously spreading false information carries a sentence of up to three years.” I used to be so upset about this that I became depressed and suicidal, but now, I wouldn’t be hurt anymore. I wouldn’t desperately try to prove myself innocent over something that never happened. Natasha hadn’t expected me to actually hit her. She grabbed Matthew’s hand in grievance. “Matthew, it was just a game. Prince, she—” Before she could finish, I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door. “I have things to do. Continue your so-called game.” Just as I reached the door, Matthew suddenly blocked my way. “Natasha was just playing around. Don’t take it too seriously.” “You slapped her too, so we’re even.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled, finding the man in front of me incredibly unfamiliar. “I always take things seriously.” As I brushed past him, Matthew grabbed my hand. “Where are you staying now? I’ll take you.” I pulled my hand away in displeasure. Just as I was about to speak, I fell into a familiar, warm embrace. A deep voice came from behind me. “My fiancée will obviously be staying with me.”

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In my third year as a blind massage therapist, my ex-husband Damien Hunt brought his employees to my shop. When he saw me, he remained perfectly calm. I served him just like any other customer. Until his phone rang. The ringtone was a song I had once sung. I froze for a moment. His colleague teased him: “I never would’ve guessed Mr. Hunt was into this girly pop music.” Damien smiled as he explained: “My ex-wife recorded it when she was younger.” Just as he was about to leave, Damien suddenly turned back: “Chloe, I’ve never forgotten you. Are you sure you want to keep raising my child and continue living like this?” After a long silence, Damien let out a sigh. “Chloe, look at all those calluses on your hands. Can you really raise a child properly?” “Just apologize to Sydney, and I can take you both home right now to live comfortably.” I didn’t move, just calmly took out my phone. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Hunt. Just leave us a good review.” Damien didn’t move. His fingertips drummed on the table. His voice grew heavier. “Chloe, you’ve already lost your sight. What good does this do you?” I blinked my sightless eyes and was about to speak. Damien’s phone rang. Two young voices came through the speaker. “Daddy, I miss you. When are you coming home? Mommy has a fever.” “Yeah, Mommy feels so bad today her eyes are all red. Come home and be with us.” Damien softened his voice, coaxing them gently. “Daddy misses you too.” “Take good care of Mommy at home. I’ll be right there.” After hanging up, I could sense Damien’s hesitation. His voice was hoarse. “Chloe, I…” I smiled and deliberately moved aside to let him pass. “Have a good evening, sir.” After a long moment, I finally heard his footsteps leaving. But at the door, he paused again. “Chloe, I remember you weren’t like this before.” Before? I touched the corner of my eye, as if the pain still lingered there. Before, I had cried and made scenes, tried to use the baby to keep him, but it never made him turn back. In the end, the baby was gone, my eyes were ruined, and all I got was him saying I deserved it. Only after confirming he had left did I return to the massage room. A colleague came over and nudged me. “You two know each other? That’s Mr. Hunt himself.” I shook my head. “Not really.” Another colleague laughed as she approached. “What do you mean ‘not really’? He just bought an annual membership with you. Chloe, you won’t have to worry about meeting your targets all year.” “Mr. Hunt is so handsome, and he’s the kind of good man you can’t find even with a lantern.” “If I were his ex-wife, I definitely wouldn’t have fought with him.” I found it ironic but didn’t respond. My colleague became more enthusiastic. “I’m serious. A man who was willing to drop a hundred million for her—what more could she want?” “I heard he’s still single. That’s true devotion.” I was silent for a while before I couldn’t help speaking up. “Devotion?” “Cheating during marriage and having twin illegitimate children—that’s devotion?” “A hundred-million-dollar mansion with his mistress living in it—that’s devotion?” “His wife of ten years not even having ten dollars to buy ice cream at the end—that’s devotion?” My colleague gasped. “These things… how do you know?” I lowered my head with a bitter smile and pulled out an old photo of myself to show them. “Were my eyes beautiful?” My colleagues nodded. “Back then, yes. Very beautiful.” I pointed at the corner of my eye. “Damien Hunt destroyed my eyes. Do you still think he’s a good person?” They gasped in shock. I ignored them and calmly continued working. That evening after work, I took my white cane. I bought many flowers and toys and went to the cemetery. I arranged everything in front of the gravestone. “Baby, are you doing well in heaven?” I touched the cold stone. “I ran into your father today. He mentioned you. Too bad he’ll never get to see you in this lifetime.”

Early the next morning, I received a call from the shop even though I had requested the day off. Damien was throwing a fit. When I arrived, his voice was low and threatening. “If you can’t get Chloe here, I don’t mind putting you all out of work.” I paused at the door, then pushed it open. “Don’t make things difficult for them. I’m here.” He spoke coldly. “Come here. You’re coming with me.” I didn’t move. “I’m not going to say it twice.” A smile curved my lips. “What if I refuse?” “This time, what else do you want to take from me?” Damien’s breathing quickened. He crushed the glass in his hand. I knew he could no longer keep up the act. Damien and I were childhood friends. When I was ten and my parents died in an accident, I moved into the Hunt family home. Back then, all I did was cry. Damien, two years older, reached out his hand to me. That hand held mine for ten years. His friends changed girlfriends constantly, but I was always by his side. On my twentieth birthday, he dragged me to the civil affairs bureau first thing in the morning. I teased him for being like an eager puppy waiting for food. He tucked the marriage certificate against his chest. “I’ve waited ten years. Can’t let someone else steal you away.” “A wife should be kept close early.” At the wedding, I lifted my dress and turned around. Damien was already crying. He held me, sobbing as he made his vow. “My wife, you’re the only one for me. Forever.” After marriage, I loved spicy food, so he went to learn how to cook it. I liked walking barefoot, so he carpeted the floors and walked with me. Every morning when I woke up, I didn’t even have to squeeze my own toothpaste. Those days, I felt like I was soaking in honey. Until he spent a month away from home for work. Worried about him, I brought him soup. I pushed open the door. His collar was half-open, a girl sitting on his lap. A cigarette burned between her fingers as she brazenly kissed his lips. I froze completely. “Damien Hunt, what are you doing?” He snapped to attention and stood up, taking the soup from me. “Chloe, what are you doing here?” My voice trembled as I pointed at the girl. “Who is she?” “Just a buddy.” He came over to take my hand. I jerked away. “What kind of buddy do you need to personally kiss on the lips?” The girl laughed and approached. “This must be Chloe? I’m Sydney Reed, just friends with Damien. Don’t take it the wrong way.” “Chloe, you’re so pretty. If I were him, I couldn’t resist marrying you early either.” She pinched my chin. I frowned and pushed her away. Sydney covered her mouth and laughed. “Chloe, I just thought you were beautiful. Couldn’t help myself.” “I’m into girls. You don’t need to worry about me and Damien.” She pulled up photos of her “girlfriend” on her phone. I looked at Damien with doubt. “Is she telling the truth?” Damien smiled and pulled me into his arms. “Of course it’s true. I’ve known her for years. If there was something between us, would I have married you?” “What just happened was an accident. Don’t overthink it.” I looked between them and softened, choosing to believe him. From then on, I kept seeing Sydney shoulder-to-shoulder with Damien. Sydney would walk around naked in front of him. I couldn’t help frowning and reminding him, but he didn’t care at all. “Just a buddy. Why make such a big deal? Just think of her as a guy.” “Besides, even her girlfriend isn’t complaining. What are you angry about?” Seeing how unconcerned he was, I even started thinking I was overreacting. Sydney often brought me gifts, calling me Chloe affectionately. I convinced myself not to be so petty. So I stupidly treated Sydney as a good friend. I’d cook extra portions for her, think of her when buying things. On her birthday, I even made her a cake myself. Until mine and Damien’s first wedding anniversary. He’d been busy abroad negotiating contracts. I specially bought lingerie and prepared gifts for him. I found his friend, eyes bright, wanting to surprise him. But when I looked up, I saw his friend looking at me awkwardly. “Chloe, maybe you shouldn’t go.” “What do you mean?” My smile froze on my face. He took a deep breath and looked away. “Chloe, he’s been in LA the whole time. With Sydney.” I got the address and rushed over. A magnificent palace stood before me. The one he had once built to make me happy. I walked closer, trembling, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Through the crack in the door, Sydney’s belly was slightly swollen. He gently rubbed her stomach. “Our son’s really active. Give him another kick.” “He’s so restless. You must be exhausted.” “When he grows up, I’ll transfer the company to him.” I gripped the door, my nails drawing blood. I remembered this past year when I said I wanted a child. He always said “no rush, no rush.” Turns out he already had one. I shoved the door open.

“Damien Hunt, is this what you call ‘busy’?” My throat felt like it was filled with blood. “What are you doing here?” Damien instinctively stepped in front of Sydney, as if I were some kind of monster. I laughed coldly. “I should be asking you that.” He frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. “Sydney got her heart broken. She said she wanted to experience being a mother. I was just trying to help her.” “Help her?” My voice nearly cracked. “Damien Hunt, where exactly do you put me?” Sydney walked over and glared at Damien. “Damien, how can you talk to Chloe like that?” She grabbed my hand. “Chloe, I just wanted a child. We’re all close, so I borrowed Damien’s seed.” “You don’t mind, right?” “Damien and I have always just been bros. Don’t worry, we didn’t cross any lines.” I laughed coldly and shook her off, trembling with rage. Right. No lines crossed. They just slept together. “Damien Hunt, let’s get divorced.” I turned around and closed my eyes. Without waiting for his answer, I went home and started packing. Halfway through, Damien came back. He grabbed my hands. “After all these years, you’re sure you want to throw it all away?” “You’ve never worked. How will you survive out there?” “That’s none of your business.” I shook him off. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, wiping my tears. “Honey, I was wrong. It’s my fault.” “For the sake of all these years, don’t divorce me, okay?” “Then make her get an abortion and send her away!” “Okay.” He paused, then agreed. I gripped his collar tightly. “I want you to have a child with me. Now. Right now.” He looked at me for a long time before finally agreeing. “Okay.” I kept him home, day and night. Endless supplements, countless remedies. Finally, three months later, I got pregnant. Damien finally breathed a sigh of relief, like he’d completed a task. But when he looked at this child, there was none of the adoration and joy I’d imagined. He wasn’t exactly bad to me. He still accompanied me to checkups, bought me supplements on time. Even when I cried at night, he’d hand me tissues and warm water. But I could tell he was just going through the motions mechanically. His body was here, but his mind was always elsewhere. Until I was five months pregnant, he started going out frequently again. Not answering calls. One afternoon, he snuck out while I was sleeping. I followed him to the old mansion. Sydney’s belly was huge, wearing his shirt, leaning on the sofa eating ice cream. But these past days, Damien never let me touch his shirts. Now, he gently took away her ice cream. Massaging her legs. “Only two bites. I haven’t been able to be with you these past days. You’ve had it tough.” I pushed the door open hard, my lips and teeth trembling uncontrollably. “You said you’d make her get an abortion. Damien Hunt, you lied to me?” Seeing me, Damien’s veins bulged. He finally exploded. “Chloe Miller, will you ever stop?” “You said you wanted me around, I’m around. You said you wanted a child, I gave you one.” “Sydney’s carrying twins and she’s far along. Do you know how much it hurts me to watch her on the surveillance cameras?” “They’re both my children. Do you really have to be so intolerant?” “But you promised me!” I clenched my fists tightly. Sydney smirked and deliberately rubbed her belly. “Chloe, these two kids have outgrown their clothes. Damien’s shirts fit just right.” “The doctor even praised me for being amazing, pregnant with two at once. Though I think I could still do cartwheels.” “It’s just Damien being overprotective. Won’t let me ride motorcycles or watch horror movies.” “But I’m not some delicate little princess. I’ve got plenty of energy.” I finally couldn’t hold back. I grabbed a vase and hurled it at her. “You’re disgusting!” “Sydney, watch out!” Damien suddenly blocked it. He glared at me viciously. “How can you be so malicious!” “Don’t you know she’s carrying twins!” “Chloe Miller, I’ve taken care of you for so many years. If you can’t handle this, then get out.” Nausea roiled in my stomach. I wiped my mouth. “Fine. I’ll get out!” I felt completely drained. I turned and left. I knocked on my best friend’s door. Crying, I told her what happened. But she just kept frowning. “Chloe, I hate to say this, but you’re being really unreasonable.” “Sydney’s a good person. She just asked Damien to father a child. Did you really need to react like this?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What are you saying?” “You’re so cruel. Actually trying to make Sydney get an abortion. That’s a life too.” “Sydney hasn’t fought with you over anything since you got pregnant. You’re making way too big a deal out of this.” She continued selecting items. “What do you think I should give Sydney as a gift when she has the babies?” Something like congealed blood stuck in my throat. I couldn’t spit it out, couldn’t swallow it down. Even my best friend of many years was on Sydney’s side.

I left my friend’s place. Standing on the street, I realized I had nowhere to go. Out of spite, I went to the store to buy ice cream, only to discover I didn’t even have ten dollars in my account. I sat in the park near our home. From nightfall until dawn. The baby was moving. I silently returned home. Damien grabbed me, looking me over carefully. “Where did you run off to?” “I looked for you all night.” “Your tantrum is hurting the baby too.” I didn’t look at him, just held out my hand. “Phone.” He hesitated a moment before giving it to me. I entered the password. My birthday. Wrong. Our anniversary. Still wrong. He pressed his lips together. “0225.” Sydney’s birthday. My fingertips paused. I unlocked it and transferred five thousand dollars to myself. Damien’s pupils dilated. He handed me a card. “No limit. Buy whatever you want.” “Chloe, don’t run away from home again.” I held the card, its sharp edges cutting painfully into my palm. He reached out to hug me, but I dodged. I turned and went back to the bedroom. I just stayed there quietly, barely asking about him and Sydney anymore. Watching the baby grow bigger, I only looked forward to the birth. One afternoon, Sydney came to find me. She was still wearing Damien’s shirt, a smug smile on her face. “Chloe, you don’t know yet, do you? Damien said when the babies are born, he’ll come take care of me properly.” “I just mentioned being tired and he felt so bad. I heard you vomited until you brought up bile and he didn’t say anything?” “How can Damien be like this? If it were me, I couldn’t bear to let a girl suffer.” I was about to turn around when I heard her scream as she tumbled down the stairs. “Chloe, I really just came to keep you company.” “Even if you don’t trust our friendship, you shouldn’t hurt the babies.” “Sydney!” The next second, Damien’s burning slap landed on my face as he bent down to pick up Sydney. “Chloe Miller, you truly disappoint me.” I watched his desperate retreating figure and wiped the blood from my split lip. I smiled bitterly. The numbness on my face took a while to fade. That evening, he came in with a dark expression, grabbing my hand. “You hurt Sydney so badly she went into early labor. She’s lost her sight. Do you know that!” “Since you’re so cruel, you’ll compensate her with yours!” “I didn’t! She fell on her own!” I shook my head frantically. “Still lying! She’s pure-hearted, she doesn’t have all these twisted schemes.” He dragged me toward the door. I lost my temper and fell to my knees, begging him. “Damien, please don’t do this. I’m pregnant. I can’t go.” “Please just wait until the baby is born, okay?” “Just wait a few more months.” I cried until my whole body shook. He laughed coldly. “Wait? What about Sydney? Can she wait?” “The baby? You’re this malicious—do you even deserve to have my child?” Regardless of my condition, he sent me to the operating room. I watched them approach with surgical instruments. I sobbed helplessly. The corner of my eye was brutally torn away, leaving trails of bloody tears. He used to smile and kiss my eyes gently. Said my eyes were bright and beautiful. After it was over, he had me sent to a nursing home. Afraid I’d affect Sydney’s postpartum recovery. I was locked inside. Cold and damp. He never came to see me once. On the day I gave birth, I used every ounce of strength I had. It took a full day. The baby came out, but had long since stopped breathing. I held her tiny body and stumbled out of the nursing home. But that day, everything under Hunt Corporation was free. Because it was Sydney’s twins’ 100-day celebration. He organized a grand event to accumulate blessings for the children. Thanks to her, I got a free swaddle from a baby store. So I could wrap my tiny, lifeless daughter. “Chloe, I just want you and the child to come home with me and live well.” Damien’s hoarse voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I smiled slightly. “The child?” Damien continued speaking. “The nursing home told me it was a girl. She’s three now, right? I already picked out a name for her. Aria. How about that? She should come home eventually.” “Didn’t they tell you that baby was stillborn?” I interrupted him. Damien’s voice suddenly dropped, tinged with anger. “Chloe Miller, even if you hate me, you can hit me, yell at me, whatever. Don’t use the child to take out your anger.” “I’ve prepared a room for her all these years. Just waiting for you both to come home.” I didn’t respond. It all seemed pointless. I picked up my white cane and went home. He followed closely. “Chloe Miller, didn’t you hear what I said? Don’t use the child to—” I pushed open the door. He rushed over and grabbed the yellowed death certificate on the table.

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I arrived at the wedding venue in my wedding dress to find an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage. My fiancé Holt pulled his childhood friend Chelsea over and handed me a pair of boxing gloves with a smile. “Lynette, this is a tradition from back home. The bride has to wrestle with the groomsmen in the ring—it’s for good luck. I specifically asked Chelsea to go up with you. Just go through the motions.” Looking at Chelsea, who always seemed so fragile and sickly, I didn’t think twice and stepped into the ring. But the next second, her expertly executed roundhouse kick knocked me out cold with a severe concussion. When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed. Holt held Chelsea’s hand as he said to me: “The guests already sent so many wedding gifts. The wedding can’t be without a bride. Chelsea is willing to take care of me in your place. You’re so kind—I’m sure you won’t mind, right?” Tormented by extreme humiliation and severe depression, I wheeled myself to the rooftop of the wedding suite and threw myself off. When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding. I turned around and knocked on the door of the national Sanda champion training facility. “Coach, if I train for one month, can I punch someone’s head off?”

The coach looked me up and down, his gaze lingering for three seconds on my skinny arms and legs. He snorted with laughter. “Punch someone’s head off? With that tiny frame of yours, one slap would send you flying.” I didn’t say a word. I just pulled out a stack of cash from my bag and slapped it on the table. Fifty thousand dollars. My savings from two years of secret stashing. The coach contemptuously pushed the money back. “I don’t need this pocket change.” But when I rolled up my sleeve to show him the bruises from when Holt had drunkenly beaten me, the coach simply picked up the liability waiver on his desk and pushed it toward me. “Sign this. The facility takes no responsibility for any accidents during training.” “Including but not limited to fractures, concussions, and internal bleeding!” I grabbed the pen and quickly signed my name. The coach put away the agreement, and the smirk on his face instantly vanished. “Alright, starting today, I’ll train you at the intensity of a professional Sanda athlete before retirement.” “I don’t know if you’ll be able to punch someone’s head off after a month, but you’ll definitely want to punch your own head off after I’m done with you.” On the first day, my sparring partner threw me forty-seven times. Every time my back slammed into the mat, scenes from my past life flashed before my eyes. Chelsea’s roundhouse kick had knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed, tubes running through my entire body. Holt stood at the foot of the bed holding Chelsea’s hand, a troubled expression on his face. “Lynette, the guests sent so many gifts. The wedding can’t be without a bride. Chelsea is willing to take care of me in your place. You’re so kind—I’m sure you won’t mind, right?” Would I not mind? He got a marriage license with Chelsea on the third day of my paralysis. Using my money, living in my house. Everyone praised Holt for being loyal and devoted, praised Chelsea for being kind and virtuous. Not a single person asked whether a bride who’d been kicked into a severe concussion and paralyzed from the waist down could even survive. Thinking of this, I climbed up from the mat and waved at my sparring partner. “Again.” The sparring partner glanced at the coach. The coach nodded. “Go.” That night I lay on the hard bed in the facility dorm, covered in bruises. My phone screen lit up. Holt sent me a message on SnapChat. “Lynette, just finished working overtime and eating. I’m keeping an eye on everything with the wedding planner. You just relax and wait to be the most beautiful bride.” I stared at the words “working overtime,” then swiped to open Ins. Chelsea had posted three minutes ago. A selfie in a wedding dress. In the background, draped over the arm of a sofa, was a deep blue Hermès tie—the birthday gift I’d given Holt last month. The caption was just one line: “Only the favored one gets the privilege of trying on dresses.” I gripped my phone and opened SnapChat, sending Holt a voice message. “Honey, you’ve worked so hard. I’m leaving everything with the wedding planner to you. I have complete faith in you.” Then I typed. “By the way, honey, I found this limited edition haute couture wedding dress. There are only three in the world. The deposit is two hundred thousand. What do you think?” “Isn’t that a bit expensive? A regular wedding dress would look just as good.” “But I’m only getting married once in my life. And didn’t you say you’d give me the most spectacular wedding in the city?” Silence on the other end for nearly two minutes. Finally, one word came back: “Fine.” The corner of my mouth twitched. I turned off my phone and rolled over to face the wall. This wedding dress was a trendy short style—perfect for throwing punches! Holt, oh Holt. In my last life, you took my money, my house, and tried to take my life. This time, I’ll drain you dry first.

During the day at the office, I discussed wedding dress styles with colleagues and tasted wedding cake samples, playing the happy bride to perfection. After work, I dove straight into the gym. I’d put on my protective gear, strap on my gloves, and the mouth that had just been texting “honey” would be gritting its teeth counting reps as I pounded the punching bag. The coach designed a special training regimen for me focused on defending against and countering roundhouse kicks. “You said your opponent specializes in roundhouse kicks?” “Yes.” “What level?” “Underground fight club sparring partner.” The coach frowned. “People from underground fight clubs have dirty leg techniques. They don’t follow proper form—they kick straight for vital points.” He pulled up footage from an underground fight to show me. “See that? They make a small hip movement before they kick. Very fast, less than 0.3 seconds.” “What you need to do is dodge sideways to deflect the force within those 0.3 seconds, then close in for infighting.” I nodded and practiced over and over. When I backed a six-foot-tall muscular guy into a corner, he instinctively protected his groin. The coach cursed him for being useless, but I saw the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. That evening, my best friend Sophie came to pick me up from the gym. When she saw the black and blue marks all over my arms, her eyes immediately welled up. “Lynette, have you lost your mind? Why are you torturing yourself like this?” I took off my protective gear and twisted open a bottle of water, downing a couple of gulps. “Look at what I investigated.” I handed her my phone. On the screen were screenshots of transaction records sent by a private investigator. Holt’s online loans: eighty-three thousand dollars. Sixty-two thousand of it spent on a Cartier bracelet. Recipient: Chelsea. Sophie’s eyes went wide. “That bastard took out loans to buy Cartier for that woman? What has he ever bought you? For your birthday, a nine-dollar bouquet of baby’s breath with free shipping! Call off the wedding, Lynette! Don’t marry him!” I shook my head and took back my phone. “That’s exactly why I can’t call it off. I need to make him get on his knees and cough up everything he’s swallowed.” Sophie looked at me, her expression changing. “Lynette, I don’t know exactly what you’re planning to do, but whatever it is, I’m on your side.” I watched her leave, then bent down to continue hitting the punching bag. Three days before the wedding, I received the investigator’s final audio recording, captured in Holt’s car. The recording featured Chelsea’s voice. “Holt, after the wedding she’ll be finished. That house in her name was bought with cash, right? When you transfer it to your name, we can move in together. Won’t that be perfect?” Holt laughed. “What’s the rush? After we get her house and transfer out her savings, then the marriage will have been worth it.” Chelsea giggled. “Holt, you’re so bad.” “Do you like it?” “I love it.” The recording cut off there. I sat on the bench in the gym locker room and listened to it three times. My hands were steady enough to back up that recording to three different cloud storage accounts. Then I transferred the final payment to the investigator with a note: Excellent work, exceeded expectations.

Two days before the wedding, Holt’s mother came to my door. She was carrying a bag of discounted fruit from the supermarket. She plopped down on my sofa, crossed her legs, and started issuing orders. “Lynette, I want to discuss something with you.” “That wedding house of yours was bought in full before marriage, right? Look, after you and Holt get married, you’ll be family. It looks bad for a family’s house to have just one person’s name on it.” “Add Holt’s name to it. When relatives and friends see it, they’ll think you two have such a good relationship.” I held my teacup without saying anything. “Chelsea even said that after a couple gets married, the house should be shared. You can’t be so selfish.” An outsider making decisions for me, and this mother-in-law thought it was perfectly natural. I took a deep breath and squeezed out an obedient smile. “Mom’s right. Give me the property deed and I’ll go to the housing authority tomorrow.” My mother-in-law’s face lit up. She pulled the property deed out of her bag and handed it over. Good grief, she even carried the property deed with her, just waiting for me to say those words. I took the property deed and saw off my mother-in-law. As soon as I closed the door, the smile vanished from my face. I took the property deed straight to a real estate agency and put the house up for emergency sale. The 3.8 million dollar house sold for 3.5 million. Though I lost a bit, it was better than letting Holt swallow it whole. The money arrived that same day. I transferred it all to a private overseas account. In my past life, Holt had sold this house and didn’t give me a single cent. This life, he wouldn’t touch a single brick. When I got home, Holt had miraculously appeared in the kitchen, holding a bowl of dark liquid he handed to me. “Lynette, you haven’t been looking well these past couple days. I specially made you some calming soup. Drink it and get a good night’s sleep tonight so you can be the most beautiful bride the day after tomorrow.” I took the bowl. A medicinal smell wafted up. In my past life, he’d used this bowl of soup to make me sleep for a full ten hours the night before the wedding, giving Chelsea plenty of time to transform the wedding venue into a fighting ring. I brought the bowl to my lips, pretending to drink. The instant he turned around, I spat it into a tissue, crumpled it up, and stuffed it in my pocket. “Honey, it’s delicious. Thank you.” A flash of satisfaction crossed Holt’s eyes. “Get to bed early. We still have rehearsal tomorrow.” He grabbed his jacket and left the bedroom, closing the guest room door to make a call. I pressed myself against the wall and listened to a couple sentences. “Chelsea, she drank it. She’s sleeping like a dead pig. The day after tomorrow is foolproof.” The voice on the other end belonged to Chelsea: “Holt, should I kick her left temple first or her right temple the day after tomorrow?” Holt laughed. “Whatever makes you happy. Either way, after you kick her, she’ll spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.” I retreated to my bedroom and locked the door. I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, and organized all the evidence I’d collected over these days into a PPT, arranged by timeline. The title was four words: “The Groom’s True Story.” I set up a timed playback program and linked it to the account for the wedding venue’s projection screen. After finishing all this, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. No. I was a blade unsheathed.

The wedding day. Six in the morning. Sophie arrived right on time to help with my makeup. She unwrapped that two-hundred-thousand-dollar limited edition haute couture wedding dress, held it up to me, and her hands trembled. “Lynette… what are all these bruises on your arms…” “Don’t worry about it. Just help me apply extra thick concealer.” Sophie bit her lip and didn’t ask again. She applied three layers of concealer, barely covering the bruises. Despite the injuries, the muscle definition on the inside of my forearms was clearly visible. With the dress on and the veil in place, I turned a half-circle in front of the mirror. The woman in the mirror wore a form-fitting white short dress, like she was wearing white armor. They are the same as the waste who was kicked to the point of shattering his skull and paralyzed in a wheelchair a month ago. The Lynette from my past life had already died falling from the rooftop. The one who came back to life had crawled out of hell. At eight o’clock sharp, the wedding car arrived downstairs. Holt wore a well-tailored black suit and stood by the car door waiting for me, his cheeks clean-shaven, his shoes polished to a shine. When he saw me, his eyes brightened. I smiled and took his arm, getting into the car. Chelsea sat in the passenger seat wearing a bridesmaid dress, her hair in a low ponytail, light makeup on her face. Seeing me get in the car, she turned around and forced out a weak smile. “Lynette, you look so beautiful today.” Then she covered her mouth and coughed twice. I smiled and squeezed her hand. “Chelsea, thank you for your hard work today. You’re not feeling well but you’re still being my bridesmaid.” “It’s no trouble. Being able to witness Lynette’s happiness makes me happier than anyone.” Holt glanced at Chelsea in the rearview mirror. Chelsea looked back at him. That glance was extremely quick, less than a second, but I clearly saw the smugness, excitement, and impatience in it. The wedding car drove all the way to the Waldorf, the city’s most upscale hotel. Flower arches, red carpet, both sides lined with flower baskets sent by guests. Holt got out first, came around to my side and opened the door, bending down in a gentlemanly gesture. “Lynette, we’re here.” I lifted my skirt and got out, taking his arm. We walked through the corridor and pushed open the banquet hall doors. All the guests turned their heads in unison. Thunderous applause. I scanned the venue. The flowers, lighting, and table arrangements were all exactly as shown in the wedding plan. Except in the center of the stage, where the champagne tower should have been, stood an octagonal fighting ring. The ring was surrounded by protective ropes, the floor covered with thick blue wrestling mats. On the metal rack at the edge hung two pairs of brand new boxing gloves. I pretended to be surprised and asked Holt. “What is… this?” Holt gently patted the back of my hand, his tone natural. “Don’t be nervous, Lynette. This is a tradition from back home. The bride has to wrestle with the groomsmen in the ring—it’s called sharing good fortune. It’s just a traditional custom.” He stepped aside. Chelsea emerged from behind him, holding a pair of boxing gloves. She still wore that same expression, her voice very soft. “Lynette, Holt insisted I go up. I couldn’t refuse. Don’t worry, I’m so weak, I don’t have the strength of even one of your fingers. Let’s just go through the motions.” The relatives below, not understanding what was happening, started heckling. “Go on! When in Rome!” “Don’t be shy, bride!” “Chelsea’s so tiny a breeze could knock her over—what are you afraid of?” The noise grew louder and louder. Everyone was laughing, making a fuss. Not a single person thought there was anything wrong with this. Just like in my past life. I was silent for a full ten seconds, then raised my head and looked into Holt’s eyes. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Holt froze. I paused, then continued. “But I have one condition. If anything unexpected happens in the ring, no one blames anyone. We sign a liability waiver.” I took a pre-prepared document from Sophie and spread it open in front of Holt. Black text on white paper, the terms crystal clear. “During the sparring match, both parties bear full responsibility for any personal injuries sustained. The other party is not liable for compensation and cannot pursue any legal responsibility.” Holt glanced down at it twice, unable to suppress the upward curve of his mouth. In his view, I was digging my own grave. Chelsea’s eyes lit up. She snatched the pen and signed her name. After she signed the agreement, I turned and handed the document to Sophie for safekeeping. Then, in front of more than three hundred guests waiting to watch the show, I slowly put on my gloves and knee pads.

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My sister Rebecca’s engagement party was coming up. My mother Linda smiled warmly as she helped me try on my bridesmaid dress, telling me I was the most beautiful girl in the world. But the next second, I heard her vicious calculations from the depths of her mind: “The waistline of this dress is perfect—it’ll cover the incision nicely. Next week, after we harvest her kidney for Rebecca, Rebecca can marry into the Harrison family in style. As for whether this one survives the operating table… well, that’ll be up to fate.” In that moment, I felt like I’d plunged into an icy abyss. So I was never the beloved younger daughter. I was just a spare blood bag they’d carefully raised for eighteen years to use for Rebecca! Since you showed no humanity, don’t blame me for tearing down this facade of a family. Spotlights shone on the enormous floor-length mirror. I stood on a raised platform wearing a pure white bridesmaid dress. Linda knelt at my feet, several pins clenched between her lips, her hands deftly adjusting the fabric at my waist. She looked up at me, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes filled with love and tenderness. “Our Cassie is so beautiful. When your sister gets married, you’ll definitely be the prettiest bridesmaid there.” She reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, her fingertips warm against my skin. I looked at our reflection in the mirror—at the face that resembled hers—and started to form a happy smile. But then, abruptly, a cold, sharp voice echoed in my mind. *[This waistline is perfect. Next week after the surgery, we’ll slap some gauze on the wound, and this dress will hide everything.]* *[As long as she doesn’t die on the operating table, Rebecca’s illness will be cured. The wedding money and villa from the Harrisons will be secured.]* *[Even if this worthless girl does have an accident, trading one cheap life for our family’s prosperity for the rest of our lives—totally worth it.]* My smile froze instantly on my face. All the blood in my body seemed to drain away in that instant. My hands and feet turned ice-cold, like dead flesh. I stared hard at Linda in front of me. Her lips hadn’t moved at all. She still wore that motherly smile. But that voice—it was unmistakably hers, with a chilling calculation that made my skin crawl. “Linda…” I heard my own voice trembling. Linda immediately stood up, gripping my hands with a face full of concern. “What’s wrong? Is the dress too tight? Why is your face so pale?” *[Did this girl figure something out? No way. I need to watch her closely these next few days. Can’t let anything go wrong now.]* I bit down hard on my tongue until I tasted blood, barely suppressing the fear rising in my chest. “I’m fine. Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night. Just a little low blood sugar.” I forced out a weak smile. Linda breathed a sigh of relief and patted the back of my hand. “That’s good. The SATs are coming up soon—you need to take care of yourself. Your sister is counting on you to be there when she gets married.” I lowered my eyelids, hiding the coldness in my eyes. Be there when she gets married? More like hand over my kidney. Maybe even my life. This was my last day as their obedient daughter.

On the drive home, Richard was behind the wheel. He’d always been a man of few words, but today he kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Cassie, take tomorrow off from school and go to the hospital for a full physical. You’re about to start college—need to make sure you’re healthy.” His tone was casual, like he was discussing something trivial. I leaned against the car window, watching the scenery fly past, saying nothing. Linda immediately chimed in. “That’s right. Your sister coughed up blood again today. She’s getting an IV at the hospital. If you were half as precious as your sister, I’d feel so much better.” *[Tomorrow once the compatibility results come back, we’ll schedule the surgery immediately. Richard’s already bought the drugs off the black market. She won’t have a choice.]* I suddenly gripped the seatbelt tighter, my knuckles turning white. Eighteen years. I’d finally seen this so-called family for what it really was. The living room walls were covered with Rebecca’s glamour shots from childhood to now. She wore princess dresses and tiaras—the treasured jewel held in the palm of the entire family. As for me? I didn’t have a single solo photo. The only picture I appeared in was a group shot from middle school graduation, pressed under the glass of the coffee table at the very bottom. All my life, if Rebecca coughed once, Linda would be frantic with worry. If Rebecca had a fever, Richard would drive across half the city in the middle of the night to buy her the strawberries she wanted. And me? When I had a 103-degree fever and was barely conscious, Linda just tossed two fever reducers on my nightstand. “Be good, Cassie. I have to go to the hospital to be with Rebecca. Take your medicine and sleep it off.” I used to think they favored Rebecca more because she wasn’t healthy. I tried so hard to be good, studied so hard, did all the housework—all just to earn even a single look of approval from them. Now I understood. I was never their daughter at all. I was just a “spare blood bag” they’d carefully raised and were ready to slaughter at any time—all for Rebecca.

At dinnertime, the table was laden with lavish dishes. Linda brought over a steaming bowl of beef stew and personally placed it in front of me. “Cassie, eat up. It’ll be good for you.” She smiled so kindly, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothing out. *[I put half a sleeping pill in this soup. Once she’s out cold, we’ll take her straight to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning to draw blood. Saves us the trouble of dealing with a fuss.]* I looked at the bowl with its oily sheen, my stomach churning. “Thanks, Linda.” I picked up the bowl and stirred it gently with my spoon. Linda sat across from me, eyes fixed on my every movement without blinking. “Hurry up and eat. It’ll get fishy if it gets cold,” she urged. I scooped up a spoonful and brought it to my lips, then pretended to be burned and started coughing violently. “Burned! So hot!” I bent over, spitting all the soup into a tissue I’d prepared earlier, then quickly stuffed it into my sleeve. “You careless child.” Linda frowned, a flash of impatience in her tone. *[What a useless thing. Can’t even drink soup without choking. Hurry up and finish so she can sleep. Can’t delay tomorrow.]* I looked up, my eyes red from coughing. “Linda, I really can’t drink any more. I’m going to bed.” Linda looked at the bowl still more than half full, her expression darkening. “No way. You have to finish it! I spent all afternoon making this!” She suddenly stood up, grabbed the bowl, and tried to force it down my throat. I dodged to the side. The soup splashed onto the tablecloth. “Linda! I really can’t drink any more!” I raised my voice. Richard slammed his fork down hard on the table with a dull thud. “What kind of way is that to talk to your mother? She told you to drink, so drink!” I looked at their faces as they gradually shed their masks, the coldness in my heart growing deeper. I couldn’t confront them head-on right now. I took a deep breath, putting on a look of surrender, picked up the bowl, and drank it down in big gulps. Except each time, I cleverly held the liquid in my mouth, then spit it into the sponge hidden in my sleeve while pretending to wipe my mouth. After the last swallow, I set the empty bowl heavily on the table. “I’m done. Can I go to bed now?” Linda’s expression finally softened, revealing a satisfied smile. “That’s more like it. Go on, get some good sleep.” *[The drug takes effect in half an hour. Tonight’s in the bag.]*

Back in my room, I immediately locked the door. I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, stuck my fingers down my throat, and forced myself to vomit. I didn’t stop until I’d thrown up everything in my stomach, even the acid. I collapsed weakly against the sink. In the mirror, my face was deathly pale, my eyes bloodshot—like a ghost crawling out of hell. I didn’t cry. My tears had dried up the moment I saw the truth. I dug deep in my backpack and pulled out a small glass vial, carefully collecting the residual soup squeezed from the sponge in my sleeve. This was evidence of their crime. I pulled out an old, obsolete phone, connected it to a power bank, hid it in the pile of clutter under my bed, and activated the long-term recording function. After finishing all this, I lay in bed, closed my eyes, and waited quietly. Midnight. Light footsteps came from outside the door. Click—the lock was opened from the outside with a spare key. I slowed my breathing and lay completely still. Linda and Richard tiptoed to my bedside. “Is she asleep?” Richard whispered. Linda waved her hand in front of my eyes, then pushed my shoulder. “Out cold. This drug is strong—couldn’t wake a pig.” She laughed coldly, her tone devoid of any pity for her daughter—only the satisfaction of a successful scheme. “Alright, quit talking. Hurry up and get the consent form,” Richard urged. The sound of rustling papers filled the air. “Here, hold her thumb and press it right here.” Linda directed. I felt a rough hand grab my right thumb and press it toward something cold—an ink pad. *[Once she’s stamped her thumbprint, this girl won’t be able to fly away even with wings. Even if she wakes up later, it’ll be in black and white. She won’t be able to deny it.]* Just as my fingertip was about to touch that so-called “voluntary organ donation consent form,” I suddenly opened my eyes. In the darkness, my eyes shone brightly. “Linda, Richard—what are you doing?”

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After three years in a coma from a car accident, the first thing I heard when I woke up was my wife’s voice. “Ethan, our son got a medal at kindergarten today. He says when Daddy wakes up, he wants to give it to him.” My heart ached, my nose tingling with emotion. These three years, she’d raised our child alone while caring for me in my coma. How hard that must have been. “Mommy,” a small voice piped up—our son’s. “Does Daddy not like me anymore? Why won’t he wake up?” “Silly boy,” Claire laughed softly, though her voice was thick with tears. “Daddy loves you most of all. He’ll wake up very soon.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I forced my eyes open. But standing by my hospital bed were two people I had never seen before in my life. This was a woman in her early thirties. Regular features, gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a well-tailored business suit. She held a warm towel in her hand, frozen mid-air. Next to her stood a boy about five or six years old. Dressed in a little suit, his short hair neatly combed, clutching a teddy bear. I didn’t know them. Absolutely didn’t know them. My heartbeat accelerated instantly, blood rushing to my brain. Instinctively, I jerked my hand back, my body shrinking uncontrollably toward the headboard. “Who are you? I don’t know you. Why are you in my hospital room?” The woman froze. The towel dropped onto the blanket. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, then her eyes quickly reddened and she lunged forward to embrace me. “You’re awake! You’re finally awake! Doctor! Someone come quick!” She turned toward the door and shouted, her voice carrying wild joy and choking emotion. The little boy also rushed to the bedside, grabbing the hem of my hospital gown, bursting into tears. “Daddy, you’re finally talking to me! I missed you so much!” I struggled desperately, pushing the woman’s shoulders away, tearing the boy’s hands off. “Don’t touch me! I don’t know you! Where’s Claire? Where’s my wife Claire? And my son—where did you take them?” I gasped for air, my eyes fixed on these two strangers. The woman stumbled backward from my push, retreating two steps. The wild joy on her face froze, replaced by deep shock and hurt. She tried to touch me again, but her hand stopped mid-air. “What are you talking about? I am Claire.” “This is our son. Look at me carefully. Don’t you remember us?” I stared hard at her face. Not Claire. Absolutely not. Claire had a small mole at the corner of her mouth that looked especially gentle when she smiled. Claire’s chin was more pointed too, her eyes more curved. This woman in front of me was completely different. “Bullshit! You’re not Claire at all! Who are you? What do you want?” I grabbed the water glass from beside my pillow and smashed it on the floor. The sound of shattering glass exploded in the hospital room. Hearing the commotion, several doctors and nurses in white coats rushed in from outside. Dr. Thompson, the head physician, strode quickly to my bedside and held down my flailing arms. “Mr. Wilson, calm down! You just woke up, you can’t get too emotional!” I grabbed Dr. Thompson’s sleeve and pointed at the woman, shouting. “Dr. Thompson, I don’t know them! They’re not my family! Please call the police and get them out of here!” Dr. Thompson frowned, glanced at the woman, then back at me. She sighed, her tone carrying a trace of pity. “Mr. Wilson, take a deep breath first.” “This is indeed your wife, Claire.” “These three years, she’s been at the hospital with you every day.” “All these years, she’s been the one taking care of you.” “As for this little boy, he’s your son.” “Based on your current condition, our preliminary diagnosis is that because you suffered a severe car accident with frontal lobe damage, you’ve developed transient prosopagnosia, commonly known as face blindness.” “Your current reaction is quite normal.” I was stunned. Frontal lobe damage? Memory confusion? How was that possible? Claire’s face was crystal clear in my mind. I remembered the restaurant where we had our first date. I remembered how she nodded with tears in her eyes when she accepted my proposal. I remembered her weak but happy smile when our son was born. These memories were so vivid, as if they’d happened yesterday. How could they be confused?

The woman who claimed to be Claire approached with red-rimmed eyes, her voice hoarse. “It’s okay.” “It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember me, as long as you’re awake.” Then she began recounting those moments that belonged only to us. “I really am Claire.” “Do you remember the Japanese restaurant we went to on our first date? You insisted on ordering the crazy spicy wasabi octopus and ended up crying from the heat.” “Do you remember the day our son was born? I was crying in pain in the delivery room, and you were so nervous outside that you dropped our documents down a drain. The building manager had to fish them out for half an hour.” “Have you forgotten all of this?” She was trying to prove her identity through these details. My brain exploded with a boom. She was completely right. These were intimate details that only Claire and I knew. I stared at her hard, trying to find any flaw in her face. Nothing. Her eyes were filled with deep affection, pain, and the joy of recovery. The little boy tugged at my sleeve, crying so hard he could barely breathe. “Daddy, don’t you want me anymore?” “When you were sick, I drew pictures for you every day. The nurse said if you saw them you’d wake up. Will you look at them, please?” I looked at the little boy’s completely unfamiliar face, my heart twisting painfully. Had I really gone crazy? Had my brain really malfunctioned, replacing my wife and son’s faces with those of strangers? Dr. Thompson patted my shoulder. “Mr. Wilson, there are many cases of post-traumatic sequelae in medicine.” “You just woke up. Cooperate with treatment and recover slowly.” “Claire, please take the child outside and let him rest alone for a while.” The woman nodded, wiped her tears, and bent down to pick up the little boy. At the doorway, she looked back at me, her eyes full of longing. The hospital room door closed. I lay alone in bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything around me seemed absurd. Who were they? Had I really lost my memory? Over the next few days, I cooperated with all the doctors’ examinations. MRI, EEG, psychological evaluation. All the reports pointed to the same conclusion: my brain had organic damage causing cognitive impairment. To prove these conclusions, the doctors even showed me our photos and family portraits. And videos of our past life together. Trying to use these to reawaken my memories. The woman claiming to be Claire came every day. She cooked all kinds of dishes I loved in different ways. Steak, sushi. The taste was incredibly identical to what I remembered Claire cooking. She would sit by my bed, holding my hand, telling me about what happened over these three years. How she sought medical treatment everywhere, how our son was bullied at kindergarten, how she cried looking at my photos every night. She spoke with such genuine emotion, tears streaming down her face. Several times, I almost wavered. Had I really gotten sick? But one extremely small detail instantly brought me back to clarity. That afternoon, she peeled an apple and handed it to me. “Eat some fruit to get your vitamins.” I looked at the apple offered to my mouth but didn’t take it. The real Claire was severely allergic to apples. If she touched even a little apple juice, her skin would break out in red rashes, and she could even have difficulty breathing. So all these years, we never bought apples at home, not even apple-flavored drinks. I deliberately pretended to have no appetite and pushed her hand away. “I don’t want any. You eat it.” Without the slightest hesitation, she pulled back her hand, took a big bite of the apple, chewed and swallowed it. “It’s sweet. Sure you don’t want any?” I watched her completely normal reaction, cold sweat instantly seeping from my palms.

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My husband accidentally canceled the order for the luxury necklace I’d been dreaming about. I had no choice but to try my luck on a secondhand marketplace, and incredibly, I found a girl selling one. “You’ve got great taste. This necklace is a limited edition—only one exists, and my boyfriend managed to snag it!” “I’ll tell you a secret—I didn’t actually like it that much, but my boyfriend’s stalker wanted it, which really pissed me off!” “So my boyfriend canceled that stalker’s order to make me happy, then rushed to buy it for me.” My heart sank. I clicked on the girl’s profile picture. In the photo, a man and woman had their fingers interlaced. And the scar on the man’s hand was identical to my husband’s. The computer screen reflected my pale face. My palms began to sweat. I wanted to ask more, but my fingers trembled too much to press the keyboard. Could it be a coincidence? The image of Ethan’s guilt-ridden face flashed through my mind again. “Charlotte, I really didn’t mean it. My finger slipped and hit cancel.” “Next time I’ll definitely buy you something more expensive and better!” I steadied myself and sent a message. “Hey, I see we live close to each other. Let’s add each other on SnapChat and meet up for an in-person transaction!” She readily agreed. Soon I met her at a nearby café. Just as I’d imagined, the girl sitting across from me was young and beautiful, with an innocent charm in her eyes that spoke of someone untouched by the world’s harshness. The café was warm. She took off her coat, and a hand warmer fell from her body. She picked it up and smiled at me sheepishly. “It’s all my boyfriend’s fault. He said it was cold today and insisted on putting this on me.” “Being with him, I’m turning into such a baby.” “When it gets cold, he nags me to dress warmer. During my period, he makes me hot milk. My friends tease me that I’m like a little kid.” She complained in a murmur, but pride filled every corner of her eyes and brows. I tried to comfort myself, trembling inside. It couldn’t be Ethan. My Ethan looked down on those clingy, fussy men. He always said he was meant for big things, that a mature woman shouldn’t bother him with trivial matters. So when I had cramps so bad I nearly fainted, I could only take a taxi to the hospital myself. So when I got too drunk to walk after entertaining clients, I just called a rideshare. So the man she described who took care of her every little need absolutely couldn’t be Ethan. “Charlotte, are you okay?” The girl across from me waved her hand in front of my eyes, puzzled. I snapped back to reality and smiled apologetically. “It’s nothing. I’m just checking the necklace for any issues.” The girl happily took out the necklace and placed it in front of me. “I heard this necklace’s design was inspired by some painter’s work. There’s only one. My boyfriend’s stalker waited forever to get it.” “I was originally going to throw this necklace away rather than let that bitch have it, but it’s fate that I can sell it to you instead.” I took the necklace and silently traced the iris flower on it, my eyes stinging. This necklace’s inspiration came from my late mother’s painting, which was why I’d been longing for it. Ethan knew how important this necklace was to me. It was an accident. It had to be an accident. I told myself this over and over in my mind, but my hands began to shake uncontrollably. The girl continued talking to herself. “Charlotte, you don’t know how annoying my boyfriend’s stalker is. She shamelessly throws herself at him, trying to be a homewrecker.” “She doesn’t even look at herself—so ugly, yet still trying to seduce someone.” “Look, this is what my boyfriend sent me. Isn’t this bitch disgusting?” She pulled out her phone to show me. With just one glance, all the blood in my body seemed to freeze. On her phone was a deliberately uglified photo of me. And I’d only ever sent this selfie to Ethan. I stood up abruptly, my face ashen, and threw out a sentence. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to buy it anymore.” I turned, grabbed my bag, and left. The girl’s expression changed. “Wait, what’s your problem? Didn’t we already agree?” She barely managed to chase after me and blocked me at the door. During the struggle, a delivery bike came straight at us. Just then, a figure rushed over and pulled the girl aside. I couldn’t dodge in time and was hit square on the foot by the scooter. I looked up at the person in front of me, enduring the piercing pain. The heart I’d been holding in suspense finally dropped. So it really was him.

Ethan anxiously checked whether the girl was hurt. The girl’s face lit up with delight. “Why did you come?” Ethan affectionately tapped her nose. “I was worried about you, little fool. Afraid you’d run into some bad person.” The girl then pointed at me angrily and scolded. “I really did meet a psycho. We agreed on everything, then suddenly she says she won’t buy it.” I watched as Ethan’s eyes met mine. His previously smiling expression suddenly froze. The girl looked at the man beside her suspiciously and pushed him. “Do you know her?” Ethan’s eyes darted away as he flatly denied it. “How would I know this kind of woman?” I was about to speak when he interrupted. “I’d better take you to the hospital to get checked out. Otherwise I won’t feel at ease.” With that, he pulled the girl away in a hurry. Leaving me sitting alone on the ground. After a while, a message from him popped up on my phone. “Charlotte, go home first. I’ll explain to you later.” “Trust me, I have my reasons! I love you!” A piercing pain came from my foot. It turned out he hadn’t noticed at all. I remembered when we first got together—when I got a tiny paper cut, he made such a fuss about going to the hospital. I forced myself to stand up and called my best friend, Mia. She rushed over immediately without a second word. At the hospital, it wasn’t until the doctor finished bandaging my injured leg that she finally relaxed. She’d just sat down by the hospital bed when she couldn’t help but curse angrily. “Your foot is so badly injured, and that bastard Ethan is God knows where! I called him over a dozen times and he didn’t answer.” “When he shows up, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” I stared vacantly at the ceiling, my eyes dry and stinging. “Ethan… he’s having an affair.” Mia’s mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?! He actually dared to cheat?” “That son of a bitch! All these years, if it weren’t for you running the company inside and out, what would he be!” “Just wait, I’m going to destroy him and that homewrecker.” I stopped her. “Don’t alert them yet. Help me find out who that woman is. We’ll slap his face once we’ve collected enough evidence.” I never fought unprepared battles. Ethan and I were too deeply entangled over the years. Right now I had no concrete evidence. Acting rashly wouldn’t guarantee a complete victory. Mia patted my hand with a complicated expression. “Charlotte, don’t worry. You’ve got me.” “I’ll make sure that bastard pays the price he deserves!” It wasn’t until evening that Ethan rushed over carrying soup. “Charlotte, I didn’t know your foot was injured. How is it? Is it serious?” “I brought your favorite chicken soup. Try some.” He brought over the hot soup and even carefully blew on it to cool it before holding it to my lips. A strong ginger smell made me nauseous. I’m allergic to ginger. Ethan used to carefully pick out all the ginger from my food. I turned away and pushed it aside. The soup spilled all over the floor. His hand froze in midair, his expression stiffening. Then he smiled helplessly. “Charlotte, you’re throwing a tantrum again. You still don’t trust me?” “That girl is the heiress of Summers Corporation. I’m just playing along with her.” “Once we land that big Summers Corporation project, our company can successfully go public and you won’t have to work so hard.” “I’m doing this for our future. Be sensible and listen.” That phrase again—be sensible, listen. He spoke so righteously, his eyes full of disapproval, as if I were making a scene. Thinking of the photo Mia sent me this afternoon of a naked man and woman in a car, nausea rose in my chest. I opened my mouth, my voice hoarse. “Are you sure she’s the Summers Corporation heiress?” Ethan paused, then laughed lightly. “How could it be false? I had someone investigate long ago.” “Don’t worry, I love you most. She’s just for fun.” I closed my eyes, unwilling to deal with him anymore. He didn’t get angry. He tucked in my blanket and lay down on the accompanying bed beside me. I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night to find the bed beside me empty. I got up and had just stepped out when I heard the sounds of a man and woman panting from the doctor’s on-call room across the hall. Through the door crack, I saw that familiar figure.

The woman’s hands clutched tightly around the man’s neck. Ethan was covered in sweat but held the woman’s waist tightly, pressing her closer to himself. With a powerful thrust, the woman let out a muffled moan. “Baby, why are you being so rough?” “What if someone hears us?” Ethan laughed softly. “You little temptress. Even on duty you can’t help seducing people.” “You sent me those photos this afternoon—wasn’t that you tempting me with your uniform?” “I’ve been waiting since this afternoon. How can you not handle it already?” “Besides, so what if someone hears? Your dad owns this hospital. Who would dare say anything?” The man thrust forward again mischievously, earning a bashful laugh from the woman. My heart sank. I realized his rushing over tonight wasn’t for me at all. I recalled the information Mia sent this afternoon. Sophia Summers—a nurse at this very hospital. So he pretended to be worried about me, but what he was really thinking about was another woman’s uniform seduction. How laughable. My heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, so cold I couldn’t breathe. I tremblingly took out my phone and captured the image of the two people entangled before me. Then I silently returned to the hospital room. Just as I lay down, a message popped up on my phone. “See? He loves me. All I have to do is crook my finger and he comes running back to me.” “You filthy bitch, he doesn’t love you anymore. If you weren’t still somewhat useful, he would’ve dumped you long ago.” “I’m warning you—get lost while you still can. Don’t humiliate yourself.” It was Sophia Summers. She’d seen me. She’d deliberately called Ethan over. I coldly looked at the compromising photos she sent, one after another, then downloaded and saved them. Since the enemy was foolish enough to provide evidence herself, I would gladly accept it. When I woke up the next morning, the space beside me was still empty. A message from Ethan lay on my phone. “Charlotte, something urgent came up at the company. I’m going to handle it. Discharge yourself.” “Be good. I’ll bring you a present tonight.” Though I’d expected it, my heart still couldn’t help but ache. I packed up my things alone and prepared to handle the discharge, but at a corridor corner I ran head-on into the man who’d just said he was busy handling company business. Ethan was coaxing a pouting Sophia Summers with a grin. “Sweetheart, I lined up early this morning to buy these macarons. Just try one bite.” My brow twitched slightly. I used to love these macarons, but Ethan always said waiting in line was a waste of time. So he didn’t mind wasting time—he just minded wasting time on me. The woman huffed and threw a tantrum. “Who knows if you bought them for me or for that bitch? If I hadn’t found out, you were even going to buy her a present!” The man coaxed her gently. “Of course they’re for you. I already told you, I’m just using her. With the company about to go public, once the project succeeds, I’ll break up with her immediately.” “The present I was going to give her was just a freebie from when I bought your necklace. You’re even jealous of that?” I couldn’t take it anymore and threw my bag at him. “Ethan, this is what you call playing along?” The man looked up and met my eyes, a flash of panic in them. Sophia Summers beside him furrowed her brow and pushed me hard with disgust on her face. “Why haven’t you left yet, you bitch? Still haunting us like a ghost. Who gave you the nerve to hit someone?” I barely steadied myself and was about to slap her across the face when Ethan reached out and blocked me. The scar on the back of his hand was particularly clear. That was from when we’d just started our business and landed a big project, then got targeted by competitors for revenge. He’d blocked a bottle someone smashed at me with his bare hand, leaving that scar. And now he was using that same hand to block my retaliation against someone else. Ethan grabbed my hand, impatience on his face. “Charlotte, that’s enough. You’re going too far.” “Go home first. Don’t make a scene here. We’ll talk about it slowly when we get back.” People gradually gathered around, pointing and whispering at us. “Look at that guy—this woman’s probably a mistress coming to demand money.” “These days mistresses are so brazen. What is the world coming to?” I was about to retort when Sophia Summers in front of me pulled out a booklet and threw it at my head. “She is a mistress. Already divorced my boyfriend, but still won’t let go.” I looked at the divorce certificate on the ground, my expression freezing.

Then I laughed. “I didn’t even know I’d been divorced.” Sophia Summers stood with her hands on her hips, looking at me with contempt. “You old hag, last time you clearly agreed to divorce him, and now you’re playing dumb.” Panic flashed in Ethan’s eyes. He didn’t dare look at me directly. I picked up the certificate from the ground and saw the pages without an official seal. Suddenly I understood. Ethan had forged a divorce certificate to deceive her. I remembered on our wedding registration day, Ethan hadn’t slept all night and dragged me to the city hall first thing in the morning. I’d teased him for being as eager as a child. He held the bright red marriage certificate with reddened eyes and hugged me. “Charlotte, how fortunate I am to marry you.” “I’ll keep this marriage certificate safe. Even when we’re old, it’ll be buried with us.” And now he’d so easily given it up. Even if it was fake, it was equally disgusting! I was about to speak with a dark expression when Ethan raised his hand and slapped me. “Haven’t you made enough of a scene? Aren’t you embarrassed enough!” While I was stunned, he pulled Sophia Summers away in a hurry. Leaving me sitting alone. I looked at their retreating figures, my chest aching more and more, until I finally passed out. When I opened my eyes again, I only saw Mia by the hospital bed. Her eyes were full of anxiety and heartache. “Charlotte, you… you’re pregnant.” “The doctor said you have PCOS. If you lose this one, you might never be able to be a mother again.” My heart clenched. I slowly touched my abdomen—a life was beginning to grow here. A message from Ethan popped up on my phone. “Charlotte, you went too far today, embarrassing Sophia in public and nearly making me lose face.” “I already told you, I’m just playing along. In one week, Summers Corporation will sign the project contract.” “After that I’ll break it off with her and come back to you. Let’s both calm down for now.” Looking at Ethan’s words, waves of nausea churned in my stomach. How could someone speak of cheating so righteously? Garbage should be thrown away. If we’re breaking up, we should break up cleanly. Before I could make a decision, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I collapsed to the floor, and the medical staff rushed me into the operating room. When I woke up, the doctor told me I had lost the baby due to the trauma from the scooter accident and the emotional distress. My heart shattered, but there was nothing I could do. Even as I was wheeled out of the operating room, pale-faced, Ethan never sent me another message. His social media was also silent. Mia handed me her phone with red eyes. “That bastard! You’re here suffering, and he’s traveling the world with his mistress.” It wasn’t that his social media was silent—he’d chosen to block me. I silently scrolled through the man’s feed. It was all sweet photos of him and Sophia Summers. They went to the Arctic to see the Northern Lights together, to Bali to watch the sunset—all the places he’d promised to take me. He’d always told me he had no time, but now he finally had time—to go with another woman. Looking at the man’s genuinely happy smile in the photos, I looked up and smiled reassuringly at Mia. “Don’t worry. Soon it’ll be their turn to cry.” After being discharged, I immediately met with a lawyer, then met with someone else. Summers Corporation was undergoing earth-shattering changes, but the two people still playing outside were completely unaware. The day before the signing ceremony between Luke Corporation and Summers Corporation, I received a call from Ethan. “Charlotte, you’ve calmed down enough by now, haven’t you?” “Although I haven’t been with you lately, I’ve still been thinking of you. I booked you a room at the hot spring resort in the Northside. Go relax.” The Northside was miles away from the signing location. He was worried about me and wanted to send me far away. As if. After hanging up, a smile curved my lips. The next morning, watching the location of my car on his phone move farther and farther away, Ethan finally relaxed and held Sophia Summers’s hand, waiting for Summers Corporation’s representatives to arrive for the signing. But even past the appointed time, Summers Corporation’s representative still hadn’t appeared. Sophia Summers smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll call my dad.” But the line was busy. A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Ethan’s heart. The door opened. Everyone looked up at once. Sophia Summers cried out in shock. “How is it you?!”

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