I, Camila Fuller, had been a housewife for ten years. That day, I was washing dishes when suddenly a stream of comments appeared before my eyes. 【The female lead is so pitiful, this family has been draining her luck all along!】 【Her husband stole her graduate degree and job opportunities!】 【Her husband’s parents even took away much of her health.】 【And her husband’s sister borrowed all her romantic prospects.】 【Her husband is about to give her something again. How much luck will she lose this time?】 My hands froze mid-air. Just then, my husband Paxton Freeman walked over and slipped a plastic bracelet onto my wrist. He said, “Honey, I bought this specially after work today. It’s both romantic and budget-friendly. Do you like it?” I looked up and through the reflection in the kitchen window, I caught a glimpse of calculation flashing in his eyes. He continued, “The company is selecting for management positions tomorrow. Do you think I’ll get promoted?” I was still reeling from the shock of those comments, my mind completely blank. “What are you spacing out for?” he urged. “Come on, say something.” The comments appeared again. 【As long as the female lead answers “yes,” this luck-borrowing ritual will be complete.】 【She’ll definitely say yes. She’s always been obedient to this family.】 Seeing my continued silence, Paxton suddenly grabbed my wrist with such force that he nearly crushed it. “Honey, say something.” I stared at the plastic bracelet on my right wrist, which suddenly felt burning hot. I yanked my hand back. “I think my period just started.” Without waiting for his reaction, I rushed into the bathroom. He kept pounding on the door, his voice growing more urgent: “Just tell me, will I get selected or not?” I shouted through the bathroom door: “Yes, you’ll definitely get selected!” Hearing the satisfactory answer, Paxton’s voice carried a note of excitement. “Since you’re not feeling well tonight, I won’t stay with you. I’ll sleep over at my friend’s place.” I looked at the plastic bracelet I had thrown into the toilet. Comments flashed frantically before my eyes. 【The female lead actually threw away the bracelet? Doesn’t she usually treasure everything he gives her?】 【Could she know this man has been harming her all along?】 【Does she know Paxton has been cheating?】 From what just happened, I was certain that these suddenly appearing comments were all true. Reading the words floating in the comments, my heart ached unbearably. Those people in the living room outside were all people I considered family. 【This whole family has been scheming against the female lead from the beginning.】 【The female lead should have gotten into graduate school, then met her husband during her PhD studies. They would have been kindred spirits and founded their company together.】 【If only the female lead knew the truth, she wouldn’t keep letting them borrow her luck.】 Through the comments’ narration, I learned the whole truth and my inevitable fate. I was an orphan who met the seemingly honest and simple Paxton in college. His parents, James Freeman and Sophia Freeman, treated me like their own daughter. But in reality, I had been their target from the very beginning. James had inherited an ancient technique from his ancestors that could borrow others’ luck. However, by now, his ability was limited to borrowing luck only from his own family members. He had calculated that I was born with an exceptionally lucky fate, so he had Paxton marry me quickly, making me part of their family. That’s why, despite my diligent preparation for graduate school entrance exams, Paxton, who never studied, got into my dream school and program. No matter how serious James and Sophia’s illnesses were, they would recover the next day. Meanwhile, I was constantly plagued by various ailments, all the kinds of diseases that typically afflicted elderly people. I maintained a regular exercise routine and balanced nutrition, yet my weight kept increasing daily. Now I weighed nearly 200 pounds, while Jasmin Freeman, who never watched her diet, remained slender and was even dating a rich second-generation heir. At the story’s end, I would develop cancer from having all my luck drained by them, then die crushed by a truck while crossing the street. I splashed cold water on my face repeatedly, trying to calm down. Thank goodness I had seen these comments. I couldn’t let them borrow my luck anymore. Since they didn’t truly care for me, I would make them pay the price. I pressed the flush button. Let that plastic bracelet disappear along with Paxton’s promotion dreams.
The next evening, Paxton stormed through the door in a rage. He yanked his tie loose, and when his eyes landed on my bare wrist, his fury exploded. “Where’s the bracelet!” He grabbed my wrist and roared, “Where’s the bracelet I gave you?” I answered casually, “I accidentally dropped it in the toilet last night.” Paxton’s face flushed red with anger. “You dropped it and didn’t think to fish it out?” I shot back, “It wasn’t anything valuable. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” “Do you have any idea that because of you, my promotion opportunity is completely ruined!” he said through gritted teeth. I tilted my head, playing dumb. “Oh? So because I lost the bracelet you gave me, you can’t get promoted?” Paxton was about to speak. “It’s because you—” James interrupted with a cough. “Enough. If something’s lost, just buy another one. Don’t make this into a bigger issue.” Only then did Paxton stop, breathing heavily. As I went to the kitchen to serve the dishes, I caught a glimpse of his dark expression from the corner of my eye. Not getting promoted is just the beginning. What you owe me, I’ll make sure you pay back every last bit. At the dinner table, Paxton’s face remained stormy. Sophia smiled sweetly, trying to ease the tension. “Camila, you should be understanding with Paxton. He’s been fighting for this position for several years now. Not getting promoted this time, he’s genuinely anxious. Don’t hold it against him. Look how much he loves you—he’s always buying you things. I’m actually jealous. Since you don’t have parents to rely on, I think of you as my own daughter.” She placed a piece of vegetable on my plate. “Eat more. Vegetables are good for your health.” She helped herself to a piece of meat, took a bite, and continued, “Oh, yesterday I went to the pharmacy downstairs to check my blood pressure, and they said my systolic pressure was 170. I need to go to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” My heart sank. I had already swallowed that piece of vegetable. The comments started scrolling frantically: 【Holy crap, this old lady is ruthless. Who would be on guard like this all the time?】 【What should the female lead do? Should she run to the bathroom and throw up?】 【Do you think the female lead already knows the truth?】 At the dinner table, Sophia looked at me kindly. “Camila, don’t you think so? I’ll be fine, right?” Under the table, I pressed hard against my stomach with my hand. “Ugh!” I vomited all the food onto the table. As I threw up, I smiled at Sophia, whose face had suddenly changed. “Of course, you’ll definitely be fine.” “Ugh!” I threw up again, and the entire dinner table was in chaos. My stomach was churning violently. I clutched my stomach weakly and said, “I don’t feel well. I’m going back to my room.” Before long, Paxton came in carrying a glass of milk. “My mom had me make this milk for you. She said you barely ate anything and was worried you’d feel sick on an empty stomach. Who else would be as thoughtful as my mom?” I kept my head down and gave a muffled “mm.” He urged impatiently, “Hurry up and drink it. Don’t be ungrateful.” I replied weakly, “Just leave it there. I’ll drink it in a bit.” He set the glass down heavily on the nightstand and left. Once his footsteps faded away, I immediately got up and poured the entire glass of milk into the flower pot by the window. The comments appeared again: 【How does the female lead know the milk was drugged?】 【I suddenly want to know what the female lead will do next.】 I had just lain back down when the conversation from the next room came through the thin wall. The old house had poor soundproofing, and every word was crystal clear. I quietly cracked open my door, leaving just a small gap. “Is Camila asleep?” It was Sophia’s voice. Paxton sneered coldly, “She’s asleep. I put seven or eight sleeping pills in her food. She’s sleeping like a dead pig.” Sophia said, “Be a little gentler with her. You were so harsh today—what if she wants to divorce you? Jasmin is dating that rich kid. Don’t complicate things.” Paxton sneered, “Mom, with that fat pig appearance of hers, who else would want her? I feel disgusted just touching her. As for Jasmin, tell her to eat less. Just looking at Camila makes me want to throw up.” This comment puzzled me. I’d been married into this family for ten years, and Jasmin had never given me anything. How had she borrowed my luck? And why had she been able to keep me overweight all this time? The comments grew alert too. [Come to think of it, they never mentioned Jasmin giving the female lead anything.] [Maybe it was sent through Paxton’s hands?] The comments’ speculation matched my thoughts. Sophia suddenly grew nervous: “She threw up today. Could she be pregnant?” Paxton immediately cut her off: “That dead fat pig? I don’t even want to touch her. How could I possibly get her pregnant?” Hearing this, I instinctively touched my stomach. I’d once had a child, but my poor health meant I couldn’t keep the baby. Paxton laughed, “Dad, your method really worked. When we worked together to get rid of that dead pig’s child, Phoebe gave me a son right away. When can we bring Phoebe and Kevin home? Just seeing Camila makes me sick.” So my son’s life had been borrowed too! James, who had been silent all along, finally spoke: “Just over a month left, and Camila’s luck will be completely drained. Only when she dies will this luck-borrowing ritual end. Otherwise, we’ll all face backlash.” Paxton was so excited he nearly laughed out loud: “Excellent! My son and wife can finally come back to me.” James coldly reminded him: “Phoebe still can’t come back. You need to marry another woman with good fortune so we can keep living well.” Paxton said, “Fine, Phoebe’s obedient anyway. But Kevin must come back—he’s my only son.” Sophia groaned again: “Oh, my leg hurts again. Tomorrow I need to give Camila more things. And you, use your brain—stop fobbing her off with cheap stuff.” Paxton smirked dismissively: “What’s to worry about? She’s accepted everything for ten years, hasn’t she?” Their conversation seemed to end. I quickly closed the door tight and lay back down on the bed. Moments later, Paxton pushed the door open, glanced at me, muttered “dead fat pig” under his breath, then left. In the darkness, I slowly opened my eyes. My face was wet with tears, and the hatred in my heart made me want to make them pay in blood. My child, Mommy will avenge you. For you, and for my stolen ten years of youth and dignity.
Paxton didn’t come home all night. He used to make excuses before, but now that he knows I only have a month left to live, he can’t even be bothered to put on a show. Sophia gently placed a freshly baked cake in front of me. “Camila, you should eat something first. Your stomach was bothering you yesterday.” I didn’t take it, but pulled her hand and sat down on the couch with her. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you. You know I grew up in an orphanage. Yesterday, the director Freya Lopez called me. She’s getting older and accidentally injured her leg. All these years, she’s been taking care of the children at the orphanage, but she has no children of her own. I want to go stay with her for a while and take good care of her.” Sophia frowned slightly, her tone showing displeasure. “Camila, you’re part of our family. Paxton works hard outside, and you should be the one holding this home together.” I held her hand and spoke honestly: “Sophia, let me be straight with you. Freya told me that she has no children, and I’m the closest person to her after all these years. She’s decided to transfer both of her properties to my name. You and James have always been loving toward me, and Paxton has treated me well too. So I’ve made up my mind—I’ll transfer both properties to Paxton’s name.” Upon hearing this, Sophia’s eyes immediately lit up. She gripped my hand tightly, her voice trembling with excitement. “I knew you were such a thoughtful and filial child! Go ahead, leave today! I’ll handle things with Paxton, so you don’t need to worry about anything!” I nodded with a smile. That evening, Sophia called Paxton home. I hired a fake lawyer and signed many fraudulent documents. Paxton was so immersed in his great joy that he had no idea the divorce agreement was hidden among them. The moment he signed his name, I felt the strings binding me inside snap one by one. A long-lost strength surged from deep within my bones throughout my entire body. The comments were all celebrating for me. 【Great! The female lead finally broke free from the Freeman family and will never have her luck stolen again.】 【The female lead is no longer part of the Freeman family. Since the Freemans failed to complete this luck transfer, what awaits them next is karmic backlash. I can’t wait to see it.】 The lawyer said he needed to take the documents to process the transfer, and Paxton happily saw the fake lawyer out. He had already started planning with James and Sophia how to use those two properties. “We’ll sell one and let Phoebe and Kevin live in the other.” He was so excited that he forgot himself and blurted out about his mistress and illegitimate child right in front of me. Sophia quickly tried to interrupt him, but Paxton glanced at me coldly and said, “Just go take good care of Freya. Don’t bother coming back.” With that, he turned around and violently threw all my luggage downstairs. Standing outside the door, I looked down at the real divorce agreement in my hands as tears fell heavily onto the pages. After ten years, I had finally reclaimed my life. I looked forward to their family’s destruction as payment for the ten years they owed me and my child’s life! Freya had indeed injured her leg. I briefly explained Paxton’s affair to her, and she was very understanding, telling me to settle in comfortably. It was perfect timing for me to take good care of her too. That evening, as I was preparing to rest, Paxton suddenly called. I answered the phone, and before I could speak, I heard his anxious voice: “Honey, you need to come to the Ocean Hotel right now!” Before I could figure out what was happening, the comments filled me in. 【Paxton was supposed to meet a woman, but he went to the wrong room and messed with Nash Ramirez’s woman—the son of New York’s richest man!】
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