I’m Amelia Gilbert, and both Bradley Wilson, my secret crush, and his father Vincent Wilson have been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Without hesitation, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. In my past life, I was forced to become Bradley’s antidote and ended up pregnant. But he was always deeply in love with his first love, Lainey Wood, and rarely came home after we married. On our fifth Christmas together, he killed my son and me, burying us in Lainey’s pomegranate orchard as fertilizer. He firmly believed I had maliciously drugged him to force a relationship, preventing him from being with Lainey. He could only watch helplessly as Lainey left for distant lands and eventually died of illness. When I woke up, I found myself back at the moment they were poisoned. In this life, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. ***** “Ms. Gilbert, please think of something! Mr. Wilson is about to pass out!” The housekeeper Sydney Fuller paced back and forth anxiously. I broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly. The excruciating pain of being hit by a car and collapsing to the ground hadn’t faded yet. My child’s bloodied and mangled face still lingered before my eyes. Sydney’s voice suddenly rang out, leaving me somewhat dazed. In my past life, Sydney was dismissed after I married Bradley. We never saw each other again. Sydney said, “Today is the family dinner. Mr. Wilson has had a bit too much to drink. Would you go check on him?” Upon hearing this, I instinctively stepped back two paces. I thought in shock, “I’m alive again?” “Sydney, have the driver pick up Lainey. Bradley has been drugged with an aphrodisiac.” I suppressed my inner excitement and looked at Sydney beside me. She paused, a hint of confusion crossing her face. “Sydney, hurry!” I stepped back again, distancing myself from Bradley’s door. “If we delay any longer, it’ll cause permanent damage.” Watching Sydney’s hurried figure as she contacted people, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In my past life, I entered the room to check on Bradley’s condition, but he roughly pulled me onto the bed, while Sydney mistakenly thought we were mutually attracted and left. Then came my pregnancy, marriage—everything went smoothly. I thought we were deeply in love, not knowing it was just the beginning of hell. He despised me, believing I had schemed to marry him and caused his separation from his beloved. He was cold to me, sarcastically suggesting my child might not even be his, and wouldn’t even allow the child to appear at his dinner table. On our fifth Christmas, he drove drunk and killed my two children and me. When the car came speeding toward us, the children were still clinging tightly to my legs, only to be consumed by blood the next second. Suppressing the hatred in my heart, I slowly walked toward another bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. I remembered clearly that Bradley’s father Vincent had also been drugged with an aphrodisiac. It was rumored that his health was poor, which was why he only had one son. So naturally, the Wilson family inheritance fell to Bradley. But what if Vincent had a few more children this time? I pushed open the door, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom. Vincent’s eyes burned with desire, his black shirt clinging to his abdominal muscles. When our eyes met, his Adam’s apple bobbed suddenly, and he pulled me into his arms.
The next afternoon, I walked out of my room wrapped in my torn clothes. I ran right into Lainey carrying lunch toward Bradley’s room, a faint red mark visible on her neck. She looked up at me, her gaze scanning me from head to toe before a knowing smile curved her lips. “Ms. Gilbert, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?” she asked. Standing in front of me, she tilted her chin up slightly. “You haven’t done something shameful, have you? Though I suppose it makes sense—for wealth and status, you’d seduce a man old enough to be your father. How embarrassing if word got out.” I looked up at her. “Are you talking about yourself?” Lainey snorted coldly. “Don’t try to be clever with me. I’m nothing like you. I’m the one who’s going to marry Bradley, while you’re just his plaything for entertainment.” I pulled my clothes tighter around me, thinking: “Plaything for entertainment?” In my past life, Vincent had indeed paid someone for services, giving the woman money afterward to settle things. But this life would be different. I would get pregnant soon. If I could carry Bradley’s child in my past life, I could certainly carry Vincent’s child in this one. My gaze swept over the hot milk in her hands. “Ms. Wood, please go serve Mr. Wilson.” I was about to leave when I caught sight of Bradley approaching from the corner of my eye. He wrapped his arm around Lainey and leaned down to kiss her, their lips and tongues intertwining. “Lainey, after such an exhausting night, why didn’t you stay and sleep with me longer?” he said. Lainey pouted her red lips. “I still have to work my part-time job. I can’t always stay here with you.” Then she looked at me. “I see Ms. Gilbert seems quite leisurely. How enviable.” Bradley spoke with contempt in his voice. “What is she worth? Baby, forget about those part-time jobs. You’re mine now.” After speaking, he turned his gaze to me, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. “Did you have the driver pick up Lainey last night? You’re smarter than I thought! But you’d better remember your place. Don’t even think about touching what doesn’t belong to you!” His icy words pierced my heart like needles, making me feel like a complete joke. It turns out that loving someone really can’t be hidden. In my past life, Bradley had saved me from bullies, and from that moment, I secretly fell for him, always trying to stay close to him. After graduation, I even came to work as the acting housekeeper at the Wilson Manor, just to be closer to the man I loved. I had asked him if he truly wanted to marry me. He had clearly nodded in agreement and comforted me: “Of course I do. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.” But once he truly gained control of the Wilson family, he lost patience with me. The word “hypocrite” was made to describe Bradley. I nodded calmly. “I understand.” In this life, with Lainey in the picture, I wondered if the two of them could stay together. I was about to leave when Bradley suddenly blocked my path, completely cutting off my escape route. His gaze fixed intently on my forearm, where red marks from last night’s restraints still remained. “Who did this?” He grabbed my arm roughly. “Can’t you live without a man? Can’t you hold back for even a moment?” He gripped me tightly, and my torn sleeve slipped down. I quickly used my other hand to pull my clothes back up. Fighting through the pain in my arm, I looked at him with disgust. “Mr. Wilson, let go of me!” His face flushed slightly, and his grip tightened even more. “Did you sleep with one of the security guards? Are you that desperate?” he said. His eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to throw me out the door immediately. Just as I was about to tell him to get lost, Lainey’s voice suddenly rang out: “It’s so hot!” Bradley immediately released me and rushed to her side. She was crouched on the ground, the cup of hot milk spilled everywhere. She covered her arm with one hand, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s so hot, it hurts!” Bradley immediately helped her up and pulled her into his arms. Lainey rested her chin on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, her eyes meeting mine with pure smugness. In my past life, besides seducing Bradley, Lainey had affairs with several other men, including older ones, all in pursuit of marrying someone wealthy. Later, when she saw Bradley marry me, she turned to an elderly rich man, even going abroad to bear his child. In the end, she was abused by the old man and couldn’t escape. She finally killed him and then took her own life. Yet Bradley firmly believed that Lainey had chosen to end her life because of her love for him. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a strange flutter in my abdomen. I was probably going to be a mother soon. And the Wilson family heir would no longer have to be Bradley’s. I smiled softly, though there was no warmth in my eyes.
After the incident, Vincent got up to pack his bags and head to the branch office. Before leaving, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Wait for me. I’ll give you an explanation when I get back.” I didn’t ask what kind of explanation that would be. Once he found out I was carrying his child, he would definitely marry me. Though it was only a few days, the wait felt unbearably long. The conversation between Lainey and me that day had been overheard by quite a few servants. They mistakenly thought I had seduced Bradley. However, Bradley made it clear that his future wife could only be Lainey, and demanded that everyone treat Lainey with the same respect they showed him. “Hey, did you guys hear? What’s the deal with Ms. Gilbert?” “I heard she’s been with that security guard. As the head housekeeper, she was doing that kind of thing during work hours!” “Exactly. And she’s a college graduate too. I think she’s worse than someone who didn’t even finish elementary school.” These people hadn’t even seen me enter Vincent’s room, yet they gathered together to gossip about it. After hearing these rumors, Bradley’s face turned ashen, and he left without saying a word. To curry favor with the future lady of the house, the maids began disobeying my instructions. My meals were sprinkled with dirt and pebbles, making them inedible. Even my bedding was often doused with water, leaving it soaking wet and impossible to sleep on. “Ms. Gilbert, your bedding is wet again.” Lainey stood nearby with her arms crossed, smiling as she said, “They’re really going too far, bullying you like this.” I turned my head away, unwilling to look at her fake smile, and continued hanging my bedding on the clothesline. More and more nasty comments reached my ears, with some people saying them right to my face. They said I had slept my way through college, that I came to work at the Wilson Manor just to seduce men. Some even knocked on my door at night to check if I was sleeping alone. “She wasn’t here last night. Do you think she snuck into some security guard’s room?” “I bet it was Justin—he was alone in his room last night!” I just gave them a cold glance, not wanting to get into a direct confrontation with them for now. They were clearly following Lainey’s instigation, trying to make me so miserable that I’d leave on my own. Just as I was about to return to my room, I suddenly encountered Bradley in the hallway, who had just returned from outside. He slammed me against the wall and grabbed my throat with his other hand. “Are you that desperate? Can’t go a moment without a man?” His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of contempt. Terror shot through me as I tried to break free from his grip, but I was too weak to overpower him. “You actually believe that kind of talk? That says more about what kind of person you are.” I looked directly into his eyes, speaking each word clearly. A flash of anger crossed his gaze. “Bitch! Someone like you is capable of anything.” He continued staring at my face, maintaining eye contact. Perhaps my struggling annoyed him, because he spoke again: “Amelia, I can make you my woman, but my wife can only be Lainey.” Everything went black before my eyes. I felt that all my past feelings for him had been completely wasted. I snorted coldly. “Disgusting!” He suddenly reached out and grabbed my face roughly. He threatened, “What? You still want to sleep with other men? Amelia, don’t be ungrateful. You can only be mine. Otherwise…” My jaw ached from his grip, and the flesh on my cheeks felt like it was about to tear. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly released his grip and gently caressed my cheek. With an ambiguous expression, he said, “You just need to be obedient. I simply can’t marry you, but you can name any other conditions you want.” I frowned. “Bradley! I don’t agree.” He suddenly flew into a rage and slammed my head hard against the wall. He roared, “You came to my house just to seduce men? If that’s the case, then get out now! We don’t need a disgusting housekeeper like you here!” I took the opportunity to turn and leave. Leaving the Wilson Manor would actually be good—I could quietly focus on my pregnancy. Just as I turned the corner, Lainey blocked my path. She said, “Amelia, why are you trying to seduce my man?” I was somewhat speechless and prepared to walk around her. “Ms. Gilbert, don’t be like this,” Lainey suddenly shouted loudly. I turned back just in time to see her open the window and fall from the second floor. I froze in place, unable to understand what she was trying to do. The servants downstairs suddenly rushed out, and Bradley immediately followed. “Lainey!” He swept Lainey into his arms and carried her inside, calling for the family doctor at the same time. Lainey nestled in his embrace, saying softly, “Bradley, I was careless. Ms. Gilbert didn’t push me. I just don’t want you to be taken away from me!” “Amelia!” Bradley’s gaze turned cold as he looked at me. “You’ve gone too far! Bring her to me!” Several security guards immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged me in front of Bradley. My head hit the steps hard, making me dizzy. “How dare you lay a hand on Lainey?” Bradley stared at me intently. “It wasn’t me!” I protested urgently. “There are real-time security cameras in all the hallways. You can check the footage!” Lainey gently tugged at Bradley’s sleeve, saying quietly, “Just let it go. She probably didn’t mean it.” “You’re still defending her?” Bradley frowned at me. “Lainey, you’re still so naive.” He held Lainey tightly. “I’ll make sure you get justice!” I forced a bitter smile, feeling a chill in my heart. He never wanted to listen to my explanations. Bradley said, “Then scar her face!” I shook my head frantically. If my face was injured, I’d face discrimination when looking for jobs in the future. “No!” I looked up at them. “I didn’t do it. You can’t treat me like this!” Bradley sneered, “Too late. Go get the fruit knife!” A faint smile played at the corners of Lainey’s mouth. I was furious. I hadn’t done anything, yet I was being dragged into this charade. Bradley picked up the fruit knife and slashed it across my face without hesitation. Blood trickled down my cheek as I trembled from the pain. A small pool of blood quickly formed on the floor. “This is the price of making mistakes!” He leaned down close to me, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make me angry, or I won’t hesitate to kill you!” My whole body went cold. So Bradley had been reborn too, just like me. Thinking of everything from my past life, rage boiled up inside me. He raised the fruit knife again, waving it in front of me. “Do you know you were wrong? Just admit your mistake, and I’ll stop.” “I did nothing wrong!” I glared at him fiercely. “Bradley, why won’t you just die!” He immediately flew into a rage and raised the knife again. Just then, urgent footsteps could be heard approaching. Vincent called out urgently, “What do you think you’re doing?”
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