A prime-time reality dating show was launched, promising participants a substantial cash prize if they successfully paired up, got married, and had children. In my previous life, I participated in this show with my adopted sister to win the five million dollar prize. I ended up pairing with Ethan Walker and we got married. But after marriage, we couldn’t conceive. Ethan was convinced I was infertile, so he not only cheated on me but also became violent, ultimately torturing me to death. Meanwhile, my adopted sister paired with another male contestant, got married, and gave birth to twins within a Christmas, winning the ten million dollar prize. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the scene where the male contestants made their final choice. At this moment, Ethan unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for my adopted sister. I understood—he had been reborn too. But he seemed to have forgotten that in our previous life, he was diagnosed with azoospermia by countless hospitals and could never have children of his own. ***** “Now, we’ve reached the moment everyone’s been waiting for—our two male contestants will choose their lifelong partners!” Host Emma Cole stood center stage, announcing with a radiant smile. The audience waved their glow sticks to the beat, and cheers echoed throughout the venue. The spotlight hit my face directly, so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds around me, the stage setup—every second felt so familiar. I immediately realized I had been reborn! I was back at the “Love & Family” filming site. This show was a new prime-time reality marriage documentary that became a ratings champion from its debut. Contestants who successfully paired up and registered their marriage under the show’s supervision would receive five million dollars if they had a child within three Christmas seasons. If they naturally conceived twins or multiples, the prize money would double. As soon as Emma finished speaking, Ethan kept staring at me. His gaze was cold and harsh, completely different from the gentle, considerate persona from my previous life. My father Jack Kindell, standing beside me, saw Ethan looking my way and smiled with satisfaction. Among all the male contestants, Ethan was his top choice. “Jane, even though this show is for matchmaking, we can’t treat it as a joke. I think Ethan is reliable in every aspect. If I were to entrust you to him, I wouldn’t worry at all.” Father spoke with certainty, as if he was convinced that Ethan would choose me without hesitation, just like in the previous life. Truth be told, Jack had good judgment. Since the show began, Ethan and I had formed the “Perfect Match” couple that was beloved by audiences. Our on-camera interactions were natural, and our romantic storyline progressed smoothly. But just as father finished speaking, the venue suddenly fell silent, as if all sound had been instantly drained away. Emma, holding her microphone, was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. Because Ethan had unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for Lynn Blackburn—my adopted sister—and then strode toward her with determined steps. Before anyone could react, he had already pulled out a diamond ring from his suit pocket and knelt on one knee in front of Lynn. His movements were swift and decisive, without a moment’s hesitation, instantly electrifying the entire venue. Lynn was so shocked her mouth fell open, completely unable to believe she had become the ultimate winner. Of course she knew that if it weren’t for the show’s forced “sisterly bond” narrative, she would have been eliminated in the first round. And Ethan, coming from an intellectual family, gentle and refined, would never choose an adopted daughter by any reasonable measure. But I knew perfectly well—Ethan had been reborn too. In my previous life, he had targeted my “America’s sweetheart” persona, riding the wave of our coupled publicity all the way. In the show’s final stages, he made a heartfelt confession and, witnessed by the entire internet, threw me a lavish, romantic wedding. Lynn, on the other hand, had ultimately paired with the quiet, steady Leon Gray. After marriage, Ethan and I did spend what seemed like a sweet period together. Though we got together for the show, I could feel that he genuinely cared for me at first. However, as time passed, my belly remained flat. My medical reports showed everything was normal, yet he publicly claimed on camera that I was the one who couldn’t conceive. After that, he grew increasingly cold toward me, cheated more frequently, and staying out all night became routine. When I discovered his affairs, he simply restricted my movements and often became violent with me. Eventually, the women he had toyed with couldn’t take it anymore and exposed all his misdeeds online. His image completely collapsed due to the scandal of abusing “America’s sweetheart,” instantly falling from A-list to rock bottom, becoming a public enemy. He took out all his resentment on me, even convinced that I had ruined everything for him. In the end, he lost control and beat me to death. The internet exploded too. Some even looked up my birth date and time, declaring I was a jinx destined to bring misfortune to others. Incredibly, people actually started sympathizing with Ethan, saying he was just unlucky to have married the wrong person. But only I knew that Ethan was nothing more than a hypocritical beast in a suit. This time, I would strip away his disguise piece by piece and expose his true nature.
Jack still hoped Ethan and I would end up together, so he tried to lighten the mood and help Ethan out of this awkward situation. “Ethan, this isn’t some surprise you three planned for the audience, is it? Everyone knows how much you like Jane…” Ethan shot me a cold, indifferent glance before immediately turning to Lynn, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Sorry, but the person I’ve always loved is Lynn. I’ve only just now fully realized my true feelings. In this lifetime, she’s the only one for me.” After he said this, Lynn was completely stunned. She instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock written all over her face. She’d always considered herself smart and beautiful, but as an adopted daughter, she was constantly compared to me by netizens online. On the surface, she acted like she didn’t care, but deep down, she’d been feeling wronged and resentful all along. Now, with Ethan publicly turning to propose to her, she finally got to taste what it felt like to be the center of attention. Those innocent big eyes of hers looked at me, but the corners couldn’t hide her smugness—like she’d finally won a hard-fought battle and could hold her head high. Ethan completely ignored the audience’s reaction, took her hand directly, slipped the ring onto her ring finger, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her right there in front of everyone. As for me, after being coldly rejected by Ethan, no one else at the show was willing to confess to me either. A week later, their wedding was ridiculously extravagant—they practically wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for Lynn. The media and audience praised her luck, saying she had a loving adoptive father in the first half of her life and married her ideal man in the second half—a life straight out of a romance novel. Jack even added her name to the family registry to let her marry in style, completely forgetting what he’d once told me personally: “You’ll always be the only precious daughter of the Kindell family.” Meanwhile, I went from being America’s sweetheart to the butt of everyone’s jokes—the “rejected loser” in their words. Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, the internet isn’t a place for reason. Online trolls started spreading rumors that I looked pure but was actually promiscuous. Otherwise, why would a good-looking, well-connected man choose an ordinary adopted daughter over me? I sat on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, reading those vicious comments, each one more brutal than the last. Within just a few minutes, the topic escalated. Some users made up stories about my chaotic private life, claiming Ethan caught me cheating, and tagged me as a sex addict, saying Ethan ran away because he couldn’t stand me. Reading this garbage made me furious. If it weren’t for Ethan and Lynn stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I swear I’d renounce the Kindell name! But even knowing all this, I couldn’t stop this tsunami-like online attack. In just over ten minutes, my image was completely destroyed. Now, forget about confessions—the production team probably wanted to edit me out entirely. On the day they returned home, Lynn looked exhausted but clearly satisfied. The red marks on her neck couldn’t be covered even with foundation—obvious traces from their wedding night. Ethan had one arm around her waist, his eyes lazily scanning over me. Lynn was quicker to react than anyone, her tone immediately turning sharp. “Jane, are you confused about the situation? Ethan is my husband now—stop crossing the line.” Seeing her upset, Ethan immediately lowered his head to comfort her. “Don’t mind her. Just looking at someone like her makes me sick.” Hearing this, Lynn’s smile reached the sky. “Right, I almost forgot—America’s former ‘sweetheart’ has been trampled into the mud. With your current reputation, it’d be hard to find any man willing to marry you, wouldn’t it? “I’d advise you to stop putting on airs and hurry up to find someone to settle down with. Even if it’s a cripple or a blind man, it’s better than being alone for the rest of your life. In your situation, what are you even being picky about?” I watched their little performance with cold eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you two really have the time to show off your love here, you’d be better off working harder on making babies. Don’t end up exhausting yourselves to death while your belly stays empty—that would be truly embarrassing.” Lynn’s face flushed red with anger at my words. She glanced at Ethan beside her and raised her voice. “Ethan and I are true love—our relationship is solid. Having children is just a matter of time. Who knows who’ll be embarrassed in the end.” She clung tightly to Ethan’s arm, looking completely confident, not noticing the hint of hesitation in Ethan’s eyes. I pretended to look a bit intimidated and turned my head away. Sure enough, the next second Ethan immediately pulled her down onto the couch with him. The two of them stuck together like conjoined twins, with Lynn hugging him while glancing at me with a smug smile, looking every bit the victor. Watching this made my fists clench so tight I thought they might explode—I really wanted to slap both of these jerks.
“Jane, don’t panic! Ethan isn’t the only guy who can get someone pregnant. If Lynn with her mediocre looks can find someone, why can’t you?” My usually quiet assistant Cynthia suddenly leaned over and whispered this, instantly giving me a moment of clarity. Right! If I could also find someone to marry and have kids with, wouldn’t those slanderous rumors about me fall apart on their own? If they end up childless while I have a house full of kids, that would be even more satisfying than getting revenge with my own hands. I met Cynthia on the street when I graduated from college. She had just been scammed out of her money and was standing on the corner crying her eyes out. I felt sorry for her and brought her home to work as my assistant. Though she hasn’t been with me long, she’s honest and kind-hearted, and I’ve always trusted her. I turned to look at her and couldn’t help giving her a thumbs up. “You’re absolutely right! How didn’t I think of that?” But Cynthia immediately burst my bubble: “You’re getting ahead of yourself… Is this something you can solve on your own? Even if you’re willing, you need someone willing to cooperate.” I playfully pinched her face, squishing her delicate features out of shape. “Maybe fate has already arranged everything, just waiting for me to seize the opportunity.” I clearly remembered that in my past life, tonight was when Leon suddenly fell ill on a small road and happened to be found by Lynn, who took him to the hospital. After that, they naturally got married. Although the show had ended, there was no rule against dating the male contestants afterward. That’s exactly the loophole Lynn exploited in her previous life to win the grand prize. If I were the one to save him this time, maybe Leon would become the key to my comeback. With this thought, my gaze immediately drifted toward the door. In her past life, Lynn described that chance encounter like a fairy tale romance, remembering every detail of the time, place, and conversation. Without hesitation, I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door. I was going to save someone, and though I had ulterior motives, it was still better than doing nothing. After all, all I wanted was his cooperation in having children—I wasn’t trying to kill him. I took a deep breath and silently encouraged myself. I remembered every bit of suffering from my past life crystal clear. Ethan was all talk and terrible at everything else, then blamed me in the end, claiming I was infertile. Unwilling to accept it, I dragged him to get tested, and it turned out he was the one with problems. Out of loyalty to our marriage, I not only kept his secret but was willing to stay with him even without the prize money. But he repaid my kindness with betrayal and ultimately destroyed me. In this life, as long as I could win over Leon, everything else would fall into place naturally. Lost in thought, I spotted Leon in a secluded alley, his face pale and steps unsteady. He was swaying as he walked, so I quietly followed him. When I saw him suddenly collapse, I immediately rushed over to help him up. His body was burning hot—clearly running a high fever. Without thinking twice, I supported him while trying to flag down a car to get to the hospital. But before I could get a taxi, Leon suddenly pulled me into his arms and swiftly brought me into a car parked nearby. Two buttons on my shirt popped off in the chaos. His gaze fell on my exposed shoulder, and his breathing instantly became heavy, his body temperature rising even more. My heart skipped a beat—this didn’t look like illness, but more like… a drug reaction. As I hesitated whether to run, Leon had already leaned down toward me, his breath so hot it gave me goosebumps all over my back. He held me tightly in his arms, and I couldn’t break free at all. “You’ve been following me all night. Want me to properly ‘thank’ you?” My mind went completely blank. What kind of provocative words were these? Just as I was about to protest, he suddenly touched a certain part of my body, sending a burning sensation through me. I muttered under my breath: “This situation is a bit beyond what I expected…”
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