— When the real daughter came back, the Taylor Family threw me out. My fiancé, Evan, knelt before me with heartfelt devotion— “I don’t care whether your status is genuine or not; what I love is you!” I thought I had found true love. I married Evan and, over five years, gave birth to four children. Each child was diagnosed with a terminal illness soon after birth and was euthanized. When our fifth child was born, I overheard Evan speaking with the butler: “Sir, are we going to falsify the test results again to euthanize the young master? This is already your fifth child with the madam…” Under the harsh lights, Evan impatiently loosened his collar: “Rosie suffered in the countryside because of that woman and got sick. Who knew that the child’s heart blood could save Rosie? Children can be born again, but there’s only one Rosie…” At that moment, I finally gave up hope and silently dialed a number… 00 “Miss Taylor, we have arranged a fake-death service for you. Please be ready in advance. In three days, we will deliver ‘your and your child’s bodies’ to Mr. Davis as per your request.” After hanging up, my eyes fell on the baby swaddled beside me. Seeing his tender face, a heart-wrenching pain surged through me, waves of sorrow and anger crashing over me. Just then, footsteps approached the door, and Evan entered with a stack of medical reports. His eyes lingered on the child for a moment before he handed me the report. “Cora, the test results for the child are out, and this time… it’s another terminal illness.” “The doctor recommends euthanasia.” Looking at the densely written report, I seemed to hear the innocent cries of my previous children echoing in my ears. Five years, four children… Every time, I eagerly welcomed a new life, only to send my child to death myself again! But this time, I didn’t cry, didn’t make a scene, nor did I break down like before, wanting to die with the child. I calmly signed my name on the document. Such an abnormal reaction made Evan a bit anxious and guilty. “Cora, I know this must be very hard for you, but there’s no other choice.” “We’re still young; there will be another chance…” Hearing his gentle voice, I suddenly recalled how many times he had comforted me after the children died. Back then, I was grateful. Although fate was cruel, making me lose one child after another, at least Evan seemed worth it. I laughed at myself, swallowing the bitterness in my throat, and asked, “Will there be another time?” Evan panicked instantly: “Of course!” “Cora, I promise you, no matter what, we’ll have a child of our own.” “This time… should be the last time…” Should it? As long as Rosalie Taylor doesn’t let me go, as long as she turns pale and clutches her chest claiming she’s unwell, I can only offer my flesh and blood again and again, letting them cut into my child’s body with a scalpel, using my child’s life to get that heart blood? But alas, there won’t be another time… 00
I encountered Rosalie Taylor in the hospital corridor. The overbearing little princess strutted in high heels, her makeup heavy. Beside her, the Taylor parents doted on her like a precious gem, and even Evan followed closely behind. Seeing me, Rosalie Taylor laughed smugly: “I heard your child didn’t make it again, sister?” She clicked her tongue, continuing to provoke me. “Isn’t it strange? You and brother-in-law are perfectly healthy, so why do your children always die of terminal illnesses?” Saying this, she stuffed a business card with a temple’s address into my hand, winking provocatively. “I told you, those who do too many bad deeds should pray more.” “So you won’t face retribution, ending up with no descendants!” I raised my ghostly pale face to her. When my first child was euthanized, Rosalie Taylor bought trending topics for over ten days, broadcasting live. At home, even in the temporary hospital room I stayed in, she plastered it with pictures of the child, claiming it was to comfort me. The day I lost my second child, I had a depressive episode and stood on the rooftop. Rosalie Taylor pretended to be a kind, caring sister, secretly giving me a blood-stained swaddle after I was rescued. And the third, the fourth… This time, Rosalie Taylor pulled something from her bag, grinning as she showed it to me. “Sister, I got bullied and expelled from school, but…” “Thanks to your work, I got a chance to study abroad!” 00
With the Taylor and Davis Family backgrounds, how could Rosalie Taylor be bullied? To help her graduate smoothly, the Taylor and Davis Family invested over a hundred million annually in her school. Yet Rosalie Taylor reached this age without a diploma. Recently, just because a girl at a school event accidentally wore the same outfit as her, she hired people outside the school to beat the girl, stripping her and dumping her in a manure pit. It took both the Taylor and Davis Family mobilizing connections to suppress the incident. The school, fearing escalation, had no choice but to expel her again under pressure from both families. In Rosalie Taylor’s version, she became the poor little victim of bullying and expulsion. But seeing that design draft, my eyes widened in shock. This was a gift for my child. The four gemstones on the necklace represented the four children I’d lost. The two central gems surrounding a small gemstone symbolized Evan and I would always protect and love our fifth child. The design draft was only with Evan, yet now… It ended up in Rosalie Taylor’s hands. Evan anxiously tried to appease: “Rosie finally got a chance to study abroad, don’t be so petty.” Hearing this, the cracks in my heart tore open, bloody and raw. When my fourth child was euthanized, I was a wreck, confined to my room for months. A university mentor felt sorry for me, visited, and even arranged a study abroad opportunity. The doctor advised shifting my focus to my passion, hoping it might alleviate my condition. Evan held my hand, earnestly saying he wanted to try for another child. He said if we didn’t have a child, he’d regret it for life. For him, I turned down the only chance to escape my gloom, nearly sacrificing my life to conceive again. Turns out, he’d long planned to trap me this way, using my efforts to send Rosalie Taylor abroad! Indeed, what destroys a woman more than marriage and childbirth? What drives a mother mad more than watching her children die one by one? Seeing my prolonged silence, the Taylor parents assumed I was unwilling. They immediately berated me: “What’s wrong? It’s just a design draft, and you’re reluctant?” “Don’t forget, you ate at our house, lived in our house, everything you have is ours!” “Whatever it is, even your wretched life, as long as Rosie wants it, you must give it!” 00
I’d heard this same speech when I was kicked out of the Taylor Family five years ago. I no longer had the strength to argue or refute. I swallowed hard and nodded: “It’s fine, I can give it all.” “After all… I’ve already sacrificed my own children, what else can’t I give?” As soon as I said this, everyone became tense. Evan’s expression froze momentarily, then he put on a gentle smile to soothe me: “Alright, don’t talk nonsense. The children… none of us wanted this, but fortunately, he was just born, he doesn’t know anything…” My fingers clenched tightly again, biting my jaw, my eyes reddening as I faced him. A newborn, feeling cold will cry, feeling hungry will fuss, that’s a little life, how could he not understand? Like a zombie, I walked step by step towards him: “Evan, before our child died… did he cry?” Evan didn’t dare meet my eyes, forcefully changing the topic— “The euthanasia is scheduled in three days, during this time… spend it with the child.” That night, Evan returned very late. He said he was busy with work, but I knew he was celebrating with Rosalie Taylor. Only late at night did he drunkenly return. I was in the bedroom caring for the baby, he approached, breathing heavily, groping— “Cora, let’s have another child, shall we?” To provide Rosalie Taylor with heart blood in time, Evan never allowed me time to recuperate. Almost every time after a child was born, he couldn’t wait to start the next pregnancy, claiming it was out of love for me. I gritted my teeth and pushed him away, saying softly: “The baby has a fever, I want to go to the hospital…” Evan’s cold voice sounded in my ear: “Is it necessary?” “Anyway, in a few days, he’ll be euthanized…” Facing my deep, abyss-like eyes, his heart seemed to skip a beat: “I didn’t mean it that way…” “Of course, I care for the child too, I just don’t want you to be too exhausted…” I held the child tightly, avoiding him, suppressing the tears threatening to fall, and began my plan. “In three days, the child will be euthanized.” “I want to move to South Island, to quietly spend this last time with him…” 00
Evan and I met on South Island, and we held our grand wedding there. Since all memories and grudges began there, they should end there too. Fortunately, Evan didn’t have time for me and the child. — “I care deeply about the child, but I don’t want you to wear yourself out…” I clung to the child, avoiding him, and swallowed my tears as I set my plan in motion. “In three days, the child will undergo a procedure for a peaceful passing.” “I want to move to the South Island, to spend our last days together quietly…” 005 Evan and I first met on the South Island, and we celebrated a grand wedding there. Since all our memories and grievances began there, it feels right for them to end there as well. Fortunately, Evan had no time for me or the child. He still believed he could deceive me while endlessly indulging his favorite. He went hiking with Rosalie Taylor, took her to romantic dinners at couple’s restaurants. In the messages Rosalie Taylor sent me, Evan wore a silly wig and sang at a party to amuse her. Though he never liked being touched, he knelt publicly to massage Rosalie Taylor’s ankle just because she mentioned her foot hurt. On my phone screen, Rosalie Taylor’s taunts and provocations flashed incessantly— “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?” “This is the man you treasure! I beckon, and he comes running like a pet.” “It hurts, doesn’t it? Don’t you dare die on me! I haven’t had enough fun yet!” I stared at the screen as my vision blurred; my heart had long since grown numb. When did Evan start favoring Rosalie Taylor? I once believed I was his whole world, never imagining that our childhood bond would become tedious to him. A lively and bold girl suddenly entered his life, capturing all his attention in an instant. I packed up all my belongings and sent a design draft to a school in France. Rosalie Taylor had plagiarized this very piece from me. So, three days later, when Rosalie Taylor became infamous for plagiarism and lost her study abroad opportunity, I received an irate call from Evan: “Cora, why did you do that?” “Don’t you realize you’ll ruin Rosalie’s life?” My expression was wooden as I held a can of gasoline, pouring it throughout the villa, muttering— “That was mine, a gift for the child…” Evan retorted without hesitation: “Your things? Aren’t they all owed to Rosalie?” Even though I was prepared, hearing him say this still hurt enough to make me laugh bitterly. “Even if I owe her, I’m planning to pay it back completely…” Evan was taken aback, incredulously asking, “What did you say?” I suddenly laughed, exhaling in relief: “Evan, five years of marriage, six lives…” “For you, for the Taylor Family, and that woman, isn’t that enough?” 00
By the time Evan reached the South Island villa, the entire building had burned to ruins. He staggered towards the inferno, but firefighters stopped him several meters away from the wreckage. Evan’s eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fixed on the building. “Impossible, this can’t be happening…” “Where were the security and the maid? Didn’t I tell you to watch over Cora?” The bodyguards and maid I had sent away returned hurriedly, looking grim as they faced Evan’s hysterical rage. “It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival today. Madam told us to reunite with our families…” Only then did Evan suddenly remember it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Before, Evan never spent festivals with me; Rosalie Taylor always found excuses to take him away. He claimed to be busy with work or entertaining clients, even when I caught him with Rosalie Taylor. He would just sigh with feigned helplessness— “Your sister, I’m just trying to keep her quiet.” “What’s that saying? Love me, love my dog? Maybe because I like you so much, I’m willing to be kind to her.” But his kindness to Rosalie Taylor had long surpassed me, becoming an unbalanced, hollow lie. The so-called affection for me was just a pretense to hide where his true attention lay. At this moment, the Taylor parents and Rosalie Taylor arrived. Facing the villa engulfed in flames, Rosalie Taylor’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Feigning concern, she took Evan’s arm, speaking in a peculiar tone— “Brother-in-law, don’t worry. Sister wouldn’t do anything foolish.” Then she sarcastically sighed: “Sister is just upset because you didn’t spend Mid-Autumn Festival with her this year.” “Always threatening to die with the child for sympathy and attention.” “So many times, it’s not even annoying?” When we lost our first child, Evan felt guilty and heartbroken seeing me devastated. He stayed by my side, holding me, kissing me. Afraid I might do something drastic if he wasn’t watching. But later, the same things happened so often that he became used to it. When I cut my wrist, he expressed concern but showed no true care in his eyes. Even when I attempted to jump, he arrived half an hour late. Afterwards, he claimed he was in a meeting, and his phone lost signal. The Taylor parents chimed in: “Exactly! Don’t you know that troublemaker?” “Always talking about dying, cutting wrists, jumping, when has she ever succeeded?” “Just like when she was a child, pretending to be pitiful, making everyone revolve around her.” Evan didn’t respond, just stared at the fire being extinguished. The next moment, firefighters carried out charred bodies of a woman and a child. 00 “We found two bodies at the scene, including a child not yet a full month old.” “Preliminary judgment suggests it’s the missing Mrs. Davis and that baby…”
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