The day I paid cash for our marital home, my boyfriend let his ‘one that got away’ move into our bedroom. He even packed up my things and tossed them outside like trash. “Seraphina needs to smell my scent to fall asleep. She can’t handle stimulation. Can’t you just give in a little?” My boyfriend locked me out, and I dragged my luggage through the streets, drenched in rain. A Maybach pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing deep, captivating eyes behind dark sunglasses, twinkling with a mocking smirk. “Need a hand, gorgeous?” I was reborn. Reborn on the very day I paid cash for the marital home with my boyfriend. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to put his name on the deed. After the paperwork was done, I tucked the front door key into the most hidden pocket of my bag. Then, I went home. Outside the door, a suitcase sat alongside several large bags of my belongings. I inserted the key, twisted it. Just as I expected, the door was double-locked from the inside.
I pounded on the door, so hard that a neighbor flung open their window and started yelling. Only then did Alex reluctantly crack the door open just a tiny bit. He stammered, blocking my entry. “Alex, has Seraphina moved back in?” I called him out, no point in hiding it. My boyfriend turned his face away, avoiding my gaze that seemed to pierce through everything. “Seraphina’s a bit unstable right now. Yelling like this will only worsen her condition.” So, I’m the one in the wrong for just speaking normally? “Alex, you let a woman you haven’t seen in eight years sleep in *our* bed. Are you out of your mind?!” “She’s your high school regret? Then what about our ten years together? Was I just a fool?” “You said you’d marry me when I could afford to pay cash for our marital home. Would you demand the same from Seraphina?” *SPLAT!* Alex slapped me. My right cheek immediately swelled, the searing pain burning through my shock, sharpening my resolve. “Stella! Why are you still so childish?!” “Seraphina just got out of the hospital. She has no one else besides me. What’s wrong with her staying at our place for a bit?” His face flushed crimson, veins popping in his neck, as if *I* was the one being unreasonable. I pointed at the bags of skincare products and clean clothes, overflowing from trash bags on the concrete floor, and sneered: “Heh… So, I have to leave?” Alex turned his back, his voice strained: “Seraphina needs to smell my scent to fall asleep. She can’t handle stimulation. Can’t you just give in a little?” *Your* scent? Alex, I’d like to see how long she can stand *your stench*!
Before my rebirth. Following my boyfriend’s demands, I used every penny of my hard-earned money, working day and night, to pay cash for our marital home. His name was on the deed. He said a woman’s name wasn’t worthy of being written with his. I argued with him, but he threatened my kitten, Luna, forcing me to give in. On the very first day we moved into the new house, he brought a woman home. It was Seraphina, his unattainable high school crush, the ‘one that got away’. Seraphina had a string of failed relationships, more men than I could count. Until she fell for some mysterious guy and ended up in a mental institution… Alex let this crazy woman, fresh out of the asylum, sleep in *our* bedroom. And he had the audacity to ask me to get along with my rival! He lied, saying Seraphina’s parents had asked him to look after her for a few days. I, like a fool, actually treated Seraphina like a sister. It wasn’t until I returned early from a business trip and heard the intimate sounds from our bedroom. Only then did I realize that my boyfriend had never loved me. Everything I’d worked for all these years was just setting someone else up for their happily ever after! Alex kicked me out. I rented a cheap apartment, drifting aimlessly day after day, living like a stray dog on the street. Ultimately, Seraphina found me and pushed me from the eighteenth floor. Heh. This time, my destiny is in my own hands.
I was about to pick up my luggage and leave when the door opened again. Seraphina aimed at me and threw three large bags of trash. The trash bags weren’t tied, and the soup from instant noodles splattered on my pant leg, along with… Leftover durian. So, Alex still remembered Seraphina’s taste. Back in high school, many boys who pursued her brought her durian. Alex was no exception. But at the time, Miss Seraphina looked down on him, dressed in cheap clothes. And now, Alex finally fulfilled his dream of feeding durian to the girl he liked. I don’t like durian; I like strawberries. But he told me strawberries were too expensive and to eat them less. Hahahaha, love and not love, it’s so obvious. Strawberries and durians, can’t you tell the difference between what’s cheap and what’s valuable? I stared coldly at Seraphina. This woman, looking somewhat haggard, was arrogant and brazen, showing no humility for someone staying as a guest. She trusted him, he doted on her. What place did an outsider like me have? “Stella, Alex loves me. All these years, you were just his emotional outlet. If you want to fight me tooth and nail, I advise you to give up. You can’t win against me.” Before my rebirth, because of my foolish trust, I tacitly allowed Alex to bring a wolf into our home. Alex kept promising he only saw Seraphina as a sister. Because of love, I believed his nonsense. But in the end, I was crushed, utterly destroyed. Seraphina certainly had her methods, wrapping Alex around her finger and treating me like a dog. “You’re right. I’ve always been your stand-in. I knew all along Alex could never truly let you go.” I’d secretly liked Alex since high school. But his eyes were only on the popular Seraphina. In college, we unexpectedly reconnected. He was unusually enthusiastic about seeing me again, completely unlike his previous indifference. I’d already given up on him, but his flirting rekindled my feelings. He waited for me outside my dorm for meals. He took me to the movies on weekends. We FaceTimed constantly. My roommates all said my boyfriend and I were so in love. What they didn’t know was… I paid for all our meals. I planned every single date myself. He was the one who kept nagging me to get him gifts for every holiday. And the only thing he ever gave me that could be called a gift was leftover barbecue, packed up for me.
“Stella, catch!” Seraphina threw another bag at me. It felt like a large piece of meat… The bag was tied with a tight knot, but I could still smell the stench of a decaying body. “What… what is this?” My hands trembled as I gently placed the bag on the floor. “What else could it be? It’s a welcome gift for you, of course!” Opening the black plastic bag, I saw Luna, my little cat, her body mangled beyond recognition. She was soaking wet, drenched in her own blood. Her ears were gone, leaving two ugly scars. My head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, ringing loudly. “My baby, why are you like this?!” Seraphina seemed quite pleased with my reaction. She stood with her hands on her hips, laughing hysterically, gasping for air. “Alex said this was your lifeline! Oh, my god, it’s hilarious! I just wanted to see why you’d cherish an animal so much.” Seraphina, you deserve to die a horrible death! She noticed the murderous intent in my eyes and immediately pulled out a defensive dagger. I recognized that dagger. It was a special anniversary gift I’d given Alex in college. Alex had lied and told me he’d lost it. Turns out, he gave it to Seraphina. Unarmed, I couldn’t fight her directly. Retreat was my best option. I gathered Luna’s tiny body, trembling as I walked downstairs. I felt so weak, like an old woman on her last legs, as if even a falling leaf could crush me. “Luna, Mom failed to protect you. Reborn, I never imagined they wouldn’t even spare you!” As I left the street, the sky opened up, pouring rain. I dragged my luggage, aimlessly wandering the streets, as if the heavy rain could wash away my sins. A Maybach pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing deep, captivating eyes behind dark sunglasses, twinkling with a mocking smirk. “We meet again, gorgeous. Need a hand?”
This playful man was Julian, the son of my company’s CEO. Known throughout the elite circles as a notorious playboy. I’d actually known him for a long time. He was my junior in college. The embarrassing part? He used to pursue me back then… I truly don’t know why I was so blind to fall for a jerk like Alex and reject such a handsome, rich, sweet puppy! Even though Julian was a bit of a playboy, he wasn’t a bad person. He was even kind of cute. At least he wouldn’t do anything as disgusting as Alex. After I started dating Alex, I rarely saw Julian again. I remember the only time we met after I started working was at a bridal shop. I was with my best friend, trying on wedding dresses, when I accidentally spotted Julian with a glamorous socialite, also trying on dresses. Julian wore a tailored suit, his hair impeccably styled, looking every bit the business elite. He and the socialite, who emerged from the fitting room, looked like a perfect match, a truly stunning couple. I awkwardly greeted him. Julian’s face darkened as he asked, “Since when did you start liking women?” I stared blankly at my best friend, who was on the phone nearby, and realized he’d misunderstood. The socialite finished trying on her dress, then hooked her arm through Julian’s, asking him jealously who I was. Julian’s throat bobbed, and he glanced out the window. “Just a senior from college.” What he said wasn’t wrong, but why did my heart feel so heavy? Later, my best friend’s fiancé cheated before their wedding, and my best friend swiftly packed up and left the jerk. Julian fled his own wedding, refusing a business alliance. In seven days, it would be the day he was supposed to run. Before he left, I needed to use him well. “Julian!” Rain streamed down my forehead, streaking across my cheeks. I knew I looked utterly pathetic right now. But I didn’t care. Whether Julian was still interested in me or not, I had to take this shot. “I need your help to get revenge.” “Please, help me.” “Will you?”
I got into Julian’s car, my pant legs smelling of beef instant noodles, and the little cat in my arms emitting the stench of death. It made me feel a bit constrained. “Looks like you haven’t been doing so great these past few years, gorgeous.” “Why the lost puppy look?” “Tsk, tsk, tsk, truly pathetic.” Right, Julian’s sharp tongue was one of the reasons I rejected him back then. He had such a beautifully shaped mouth, but only sarcastic words came out of it. Julian wanted to take me to his private residence, but I refused. “I have my own place, in Willow Creek.” “Oh, really? You bought a place there? Pretty impressive.” Julian lit a cigarette, a playful smirk curving his lips. I turned my face away, suppressing the urge to snap at him. The urge to curse him out. I knew he was teasing me; my little studio apartment was nothing but a speck in the eyes of a rich kid like him. And in his eyes, I was probably the same. Julian drove the car to the underground parking garage and followed me upstairs. After opening the door and seeing the empty condo. He lightly scoffed, “No money for decorating?” I’d just been reborn; where would I find the time for decorating? Without a word, Julian made a call and had the problem solved for me. The decor style was a fresh French aesthetic. The balcony was transformed into a cozy little garden where I could relax. I buried Luna, my beloved cat who had been with me for two years, right there. My phone rang. It was Alex’s mom, Mrs. Davis. I locked myself in the bathroom and answered. “Hello?” “Stella, dear, did you buy an apartment in Willow Creek? Good girl, you really are something else!”
Alex had told me he’d marry me the moment I could afford to pay cash for a million-dollar marital home. This wasn’t just Alex’s idea, but mostly his mom, Mrs. Davis, constantly drumming it into my head. Mrs. Davis always looked down on me because I came from a modest background. Every time I went to my boyfriend’s house for dinner, his mom would find various ways to remind me of my place. Good thing I woke up. I almost became her easily manipulated daughter-in-law. I ignored her rapid-fire rambling on the phone and cut straight to the chase: “Auntie, your son’s first love is back. Did you know?” She paused for a moment, then confessed: “Auntie knows, but in Auntie’s heart, you’re the *only* best daughter-in-law candidate!” “Alex is still young, a moment of impulse is normal. He’s just playing around, don’t take it too seriously.” Young? Don’t take it seriously? Are you dense, or am I? Seeing that I had no interest in continuing the conversation, Mrs. Davis no longer hid her true intentions. “Stella, your neighborhood seems great! Auntie’s windows broke during a recent storm, and none of our rooms are livable. Could you possibly…” “Yes, of course.” Free labor? How could I say no?
took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, the entire condo was transformed. “This… this fast?” I walked around again, disbelieving, my fingertips tracing the low-key yet luxurious furniture. I couldn’t help but marvel at Julian’s extravagant taste. “Like it, gorgeous? If you’re satisfied, pour me a glass of water.” Julian lounged comfortably on the soft sofa. I poured a glass of water, walked over to him, met his teasing gaze, and then chugged the water down myself. “Pour it yourself if you want water. I don’t serve people.” With that, I splashed the remaining bit of water on his handsome face. Julian lowered his gaze and chuckled, then loosened his tie, looking a little flustered. “Stella.” “You’re the only one who dares to be this bold with me. I really can’t find another.” “What makes you so sure I’ll help you?” He patted his thigh, signaling for me to sit down. My fists slowly clenched. Enduring the humiliation, I plopped down and then told him everything about my rebirth, spilling every detail. “Of course I believe you. Otherwise, you’d still be stupidly making money for that guy to buy a house.” “Julian, I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” “No need to pretend. I *can* be your boyfriend… or husband, even.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, his gaze intensely possessive. “I’m not joking. Control yourself.” Julian still had that playful, teasing expression. I sighed and said, “You’re still dating Chloe Song, the Song Corporation heiress, right?” His arm tightened, squeezing me until I could barely breathe. “Just for show. She has someone she likes too, just like me.” “Gorgeous, are you perhaps… jealous?”
The next day, my phone rang. Mrs. Davis appeared at the apartment complex entrance, carrying large bags. I gestured to the security guard to let her in. Mrs. Davis called again, asking me to help her carry things upstairs. “Auntie, I’m in a meeting right now.” “Just take the elevator up.” After hanging up, I set my phone to do not disturb. I forgot to tell her: the elevator was under maintenance and couldn’t be used right now. Julian emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel. He wrapped his arm around my waist and said he was going to show off his cooking skills. A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. “I didn’t expect the great young master to know how to cook.” Julian grinned, his spatula dancing like a sword in his hand. Compliment him once, and he gets all cocky like this. I was inexplicably in a good mood… It must have been because I successfully messed with Mrs. Davis! After breakfast, Mrs. Davis, laden with luggage, had finally climbed all seventeen floors. Julian opened the door. He was wearing just a pair of boxers, his eight-pack abs brazenly on display. Mrs. Davis’s eyes lit up at first, then she adopted the demeanor of an elder. She began pointing fingers at this handsome, shameless young man. “Oh, my! What an eyesore!” “Stella! Who is this man?” “You said you were in a meeting, but you were probably messing around with another man!” “How is my Alex supposed to save face?”
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