My mom has Bipolar Disorder. She always has an uncontrollable urge to destroy things. But she’s afraid of paying for damages, so she has used me as a cover since I was little. When I was small, she was in a bad mood and smashed the neighbor’s vase. When the neighbor found out, she blamed it on me: “Why is this child so naughty, touching other people’s things? Don’t worry, I’ll discipline her properly!” She actually made me kneel on a washboard, leaving my knees full of scars. After starting school, Mom took me to the mall and secretly slashed a leather jacket at a counter. When the salesperson found out, she cried and wailed: “How could I raise such a vandal! I’d rather you have bad grades than bad morals!” The mall made me pay, classmates shunned me, and I got depression and had to drop out. When I grew up and finally married my husband, my mom broke the jade bracelet my mother-in-law gave me on my wedding day. When my mother-in-law found out, my mom threatened to cut ties with me on the spot: “Your mother-in-law treats you so well, why did you do such a thing again?” The video was posted online, and everyone called me a shrew. In despair, I slit my wrists. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when Mom said I broke the vase. Chapter 1 The sunlight was blinding, and the neighbor Mrs. Zhang’s angry questioning was right in my ear. I widened my eyes, looking carefully at my mom: “Mommy, you were the one who threw it down, why do you insist on saying it was me?” As soon as the words fell, the panic on my mom’s face instantly turned into an iron-green hue. She lowered her voice, squeezing threats through her teeth: “You little brat, dare to talk nonsense again? I think your skin is itching! I’ll tear your mouth when we get home!” I stared at my mom’s bloodshot eyes, filled with guilt and anger. These were the eyes that, in my past life, watched me being accused by thousands, watched me kneeling and begging, yet never showed a trace of pity. I used all my strength and bit hard on my mom’s palm covering my mouth. She screamed in pain and instinctively let go. I seized this opportunity, using the most innocent, most miserable crying voice, shouting to everyone in the yard: “Mrs. Zhang, I’m sorry! I didn’t break the vase! Mommy threw it!” “She saw your new dress just now and said it looked better than hers, so she got angry!” “She also said, why is your yard bigger than ours, she gets angry just looking at it! Then she lifted the vase and threw it with a bang!” “Mommy, why do you lie? Teacher said, admit mistakes when you do wrong, lying is not a good child. If you keep doing this, Nora won’t like you anymore!” I deliberately used the most naive, childish way to expose my mom’s dark jealousy completely, and then used childish logic to label her a “bad child.” A six-year-old child, crying her heart out, looked exactly like a pitiful worm frightened by an unreasonable mother but still struggling to “reason.” The following plot was the same as the previous life, but I changed my strategy. I no longer just cried and denied, but clearly listed Mom’s previous “destruction records,” successfully turning the neighbors against her. Amidst contemptuous gazes, my mom paid all her savings and dragged me home in disgrace. Back home, she slumped on the floor, eyes empty. I thought she would hit me, but she didn’t. She just stared dead at the ceiling, muttering to herself: “Why… why do they live in big houses, and I live in a broken building… why…” I knew why she had Bipolar Disorder. Grandpa John and Grandma Betty favored boys over girls, giving all resources and love to my uncle Lucas. My mom, as the eldest daughter, was a sacrifice from childhood. She didn’t dare to resist her parents, so that pent-up hatred twisted into a desire to destroy everything beautiful. In my previous life, I hated her, hated why she was crazy, hated why she dragged me down. But now, looking at her red eyes, I suddenly realized. Her illness was forced out by that family; her hatred had an original sin. Every debt has its debtor. Since the root of the illness lies with the patriarchal grandparents and the beneficiary uncle. Then why not—destroy the environment that drove her crazy! I walked over, handed her a glass of water, and gently patted her back. “Mom, don’t be angry,” I whispered. “Let’s not smash neighbors’ vases anymore. The neighbors are not wrong; the ones sucking your blood are wrong.” My mom froze, a glimmer of light flashing in her turbid eyes. Because Uncle Lucas’s son’s First Birthday Party was coming up. Chapter 2 Uncle, full name Lucas Liu, was the apple of Grandpa and Grandma’s eye, a “Golden Boy” raised on my mom’s youth and sweat. On the day of the party, the scene was extremely grand. The hotel was the most luxurious five-star in the city, with fifty tables set. Grandpa John specially wore a dark red Tang suit, standing at the door with a glowing face to welcome guests. Grandma Betty held the chubby grandson not yet weaned, smiling from ear to ear, giving cash gifts to everyone she met. “Oh my, my big grandson is so blessed, definitely material for a high official in the future!” My mom wore a washed-out old coat, shrinking in the corner, looking out of place. I also wore ill-fitting old clothes, holding a red envelope stuffed in my hand for show, which actually contained only two crumpled ten-dollar bills. I sat beside her, looking up at the uncle surrounded by people on stage, and then at my mom, humble as a clown. I wanted to see what this fire suppressed for half a lifetime would burn into. Halfway through the banquet, the host shouted in an exaggerated tone: “Next, please invite our Golden Couple to cut the cake for the lovely baby!” A three-layer giant cake decorated with exquisite chocolates and fruits was pushed onto the stage. Just then, Uncle’s wife’s mean best friend passed by our corner table with a wine glass. She glanced at my mom, then at me, suddenly covering her mouth and laughing: “Oh my, isn’t this Lucas’s miserable sister? Why dress like this to a party? Would think you came to beg for food.” “Look at that child, silly too, like a little wooden stake.” I felt all the muscles in her body tighten, a sign before the storm. I gently pulled the corner of her clothes and said in a voice only we two could hear: “Mom, don’t be angry. Getting sick from anger, no one loves you, and you have to spend money to cure it.” My mom turned her head, eyes full of bloodshot veins, and a desperate madness. “Nora,” she muttered, “Is Mommy useless?” “You are not useless, they are,” I said coldly. “Mom, look at that cake, $5,000. That’s the amount you saved for five years to scrape together. But they use it as a toy for a doll that can’t even speak.” “Is it fair?” These three words were like a drop of boiling oil dripping into my mom’s red-hot heart. “Unfair… unfair! Why! Why!” My mom’s breathing began to quicken. “Then go take it back,” I stared at the stage, whispering, “Take back what belongs to you.” My mom stood up stiffly. She walked through the crowd, straight to the stage. Before everyone could react, she suddenly stretched out her hands, used all her strength, and pushed hard against that huge cake! Crash—!!! A thunderous noise. The exquisite three-layer cake collapsed instantly. Dead silence in the whole venue. Uncle’s smile froze on his face, the baby in his arms cried in fright. Auntie screamed: “Ah! Oh my god! Who… who did this?!” My mom stood in the mess, hands still trembling slightly. She turned to look at me. Then, her shrill wail resounded through the entire banquet hall: “Oh god! Nora! You… how could you do such a thing!” She dragged me to the cake wreckage, pointing at the ground, tears coming instantly, beating her chest and stamping her feet: “You jinx! Are you jealous of your cousin’s blessing? You embarrassed your uncle completely! On such an important occasion, you actually pushed over the cake!” Chapter 3 All eyes hit me instantly like spotlights. “This is Lucas’s niece, right? Looks honest, why so bad?” “Sigh, heard this child is from a single-parent family, psychology might be a bit twisted.” “Pushing over the birthday cake? This is a big taboo, not wanting people to have a good life.” Grandma Betty rushed over with an iron-green face, raising her hand to hit me: “Little beast! I knew you were an ungrateful one! Who let you come over? Huh?!” Just as Grandma’s hand was about to land on my face, I suddenly spoke. Voice not loud, but exceptionally clear, even with a sneer. “Grandma, don’t hit me. Mom pushed this cake.” “You are talking nonsense!” My mom screamed, reaching out to cover my mouth again. “Everyone judge! This child has lied since she was little! How could I push my own nephew’s cake? I am his real aunt!” “Really?” I looked up, gaze passing her, looking at the uncle beside who was trembling with rage. “Uncle, do you remember? Last night at home, Mom said, this cake costs $5,000, enough for your younger brother’s tuition for two years, but you only gave us a two-hundred-dollar red envelope.” Uncle’s face instantly became very ugly: “You… what are you babbling about!” I ignored him, continuing to speak, voice getting louder and louder, enough for people at surrounding tables to hear: “Mom also said, Grandpa and Grandma secretly sold Mom’s gold ring to buy you this suit.” “She said, she is not jealous of the cake, she just feels… why is the younger brother the golden grandson, and I am just grass?” Uproar in the venue. Grandpa and Grandma’s faces turned pale instantly, like being slapped hard. Uncle’s face turned liver-colored. He pointed at my mom, fingers trembling: “Sis! You… what nonsense are you talking to the child! You gave me that gold ring voluntarily!” “Voluntarily?” My mom froze. She didn’t expect that instead of dodging the blame, I brought out this old account. But the next second, her pathological defense mechanism activated. She roared hysterically: “Yes! I pushed it! So what?! I can’t stand it!” She grabbed an unbroken wine bottle on the table, pointing at Uncle’s family and cursing: “Lucas Liu! You ungrateful white-eyed wolf! Who paid for your tuition back then? Who gave the down payment for your marriage house?” “Now you are rich, living in a mansion, but reluctant to give my daughter a decent red envelope!” “Get out! You get out!” Uncle shouted exasperatedly, losing all face. “I get out? I have a share in this hotel too! Why should I get out? You bloodsuckers!” Security rushed up, dragging her away in a flurry. I stood in the mess, looking at Uncle’s extremely ugly face. This is just the first step. Chapter 4 The party became the joke of the whole city. Uncle’s family was furious, wanting to sue my mom for intentional property damage and have the police arrest her. But my mom had anticipated this move long ago. After being taken to the police station, she didn’t resist. Instead, she started a hunger strike and banged her head against the wall, shouting: “I have no money to pay! No money, just a life! I only have this one daughter, arrest me, let this child die!” The police couldn’t do anything with this “rascal” plus “Bipolar Disorder,” could only criticize and educate, then notify the family to pick her up. Grandpa and Grandma were afraid of losing face, finally had to swallow their pride, paid for the cake, and took my mom back to that dilapidated home. But this didn’t end. On the contrary, this was just the beginning of the tug-of-war. From that day on, my mom seemed to have completely opened Pandora’s box. She no longer hid her hatred, aiming all spearheads at Uncle’s family. Every day after school, she would drag me to squat at the gate of Uncle’s newly bought villa. “Nora, look, that’s your uncle’s house. We paid for it, and now he shuts your mom out like a dog.” My mom suddenly became violent, grabbing stones by the road and smashing them hard against Uncle’s wall. Bang! Bang! Stones hit the wall, making dull sounds. Soon, the nanny in the villa ran out, pointing at us and scolding: “Who is it! Have any public morality! Calling the police to arrest you!” My mom wasn’t afraid, instead more excited. She picked up mud from the ground, smeared it on my face, then shouted at the top of her voice: “Come look everyone! Lucas Liu, this ungrateful man! Abusing his own niece! Denying his own sister!” A circle of people soon gathered around. Uncle drove back. Seeing this scene, his face turned green with anger. He rushed down and kicked my mom: “Do you have any shame! Are you crazy!” “I am crazy! Driven crazy by you!” My mom rolled on the ground, grabbing Uncle’s pant leg and not letting go. “Give me money! Give me $50,000! Otherwise I’ll make a scene at your door every day! Make you unable to do business!” Uncle is a man who cares about face, especially now that he has just made a name for himself in the circle, most afraid of such messy things. He gritted his teeth, took out a stack of money from his wallet, and threw it hard on my mom’s face: “Take it and roll! Don’t let me see you again!” My mom picked up the money, a smile of victory on her face. I stood aside, mud still on my face, but eyes cold as ice. This is not enough. This kind of small fight isn’t painful enough.

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I was ironing Lucas’s white coat for tomorrow when I smelled another woman’s perfume on him as he came home. “She’s pregnant.” His voice was as calm as if discussing a medical case. “Chloe is an orphan, she needs me.” My hand holding the iron suddenly froze in mid-air, steam blurring my eyes. Thinking of the night I had a high fever of 104 degrees, he held a hot towel to compress me, “I will only take care of you in this life.” “What about me?” My voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Lucas wrinkled his brows in displeasure: “Sarah, you know I’m under a lot of pressure, and Chloe understands my ambition.” Bang, the iron dropped onto the white coat, burning a hole right over the heart position. I didn’t cry or make a fuss, returned to the room, sleepless all night. Before leaving, I placed the divorce agreement and ring in the entryway. Incidentally, I wrote in my graceful handwriting on the burned white coat. “Dr. Sterling, from now on, there will never be a patient named Sarah on your operating table again.” Chapter 1 Leaving the Sterling home, I boarded a plane to Miami. These years, I gave too much for Lucas, lost myself. Miami Beach, the place I always wanted to go. Every time I mentioned it, Lucas always used being busy as an excuse, making me wait. Waiting and waiting, this time finally no need to wait anymore. I looked at the white clouds outside the window, from now on, I want to be a bird flying freely, living for myself. Got off the plane, Lucas sent me more than thirty messages. “Sarah, just because Chloe is pregnant with my child, you make a fuss about divorce with me?” “How can you be so selfish, don’t you know I’m in the rising period now, you just can’t stand to see me living well.” “I am responsible for Chloe, do you want me to be a treacherous person, can’t you understand me.” “What exactly are you doing? Why turn off the phone!” “Sarah, what exactly did you say to Chloe? Why did she suddenly bleed?” “You bitch, since you left, don’t come back for a lifetime!” Such messages filled the chat box between him and me. Lucas and I married for ten years, this is the first time he sent me so many messages. Every sentence can’t leave accusation, also can’t leave Chloe. I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, turned off the phone and played in Miami for half a month to my heart’s content. After leaving Miami, I found a seaside city, Seattle, opened a studio, making a living by painting. I thought the matter with Lucas was already past. Unexpectedly, today, I just opened the shop door, saw an uninvited guest squatting at the door. He grabbed my arm, staring dead at me. “Why did you block all my contact methods.” “Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” I threw off his hand, “Mr. Sterling, we are already divorced, please conduct yourself with dignity.” He was stunned, couldn’t help stepping back two steps. Seemingly didn’t expect, we haven’t seen each other for just half a month, the person who was always obedient to him actually changed like another person. He hesitated for a moment, lowered his posture, voice gentle. “I know, you are still sulking, but Chloe is different from you, she can’t leave me.” “This time I came, hoping you can go back with me, take care of Chloe postpartum.” “Don’t worry, when Chloe recovers, I’ll give her a sum of money, we raise the child, send her abroad.” I turned my back to him, tears blurred my vision. For a moment, I thought he really repented. Unexpectedly. I turned around sharply, eyes scarlet. “Lucas Sterling, are you sick, asking me to serve the mistress postpartum?” Voice just fell, this sentence touched Lucas’s reverse scale, he raised his hand and slapped me. Blood flowed from the corner of my mouth, half of my face burned with pain. He pinched my chin like crazy, coldly said: “Chloe is not a mistress, heard that?” He released his hand sharply, I stumbled and couldn’t stand firmly, hit the corner of the table behind me precisely, teeth bared in pain. Seeing me like this, he snorted coldly. “Aren’t you always very strong, what does this little injury count to you?” “Want a divorce, without my signature, you can never escape my palm.” “Give you three days, arrange things here well, go back immediately to take care of Chloe, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude to you.” Lucas turned and left, door closed with a bang. I suddenly realized, every time we had different opinions and quarreled, I was always the one retreating and bowing. I once thought, couples don’t have overnight grudges, it’s just mutual accommodation to last long. Now it seems, my retreat exchanged for his inch by inch advance. He ignored my feelings, still thought I was that silly woman who only mentioned divorce but dared not really leave. Dare to propose, let me take care of his third party, really ridiculous. Even, until now, he dare not face his heart squarely, still drawing big cakes for me. This kind of man who wants both, disgusting and greedy, whoever loves to take can take! Even if I leave with nothing, I will divorce him! Chapter 2 Coming out of the hospital after bandaging, I dug out the number of my male best friend, Alex. We are high school classmates, relationship always good. Since he went abroad for further studies in college, learned I dated a boyfriend, we rarely contacted. On the wedding day, he sent a text message to bless me. “Happy Wedding!” After marriage, to prevent Lucas from overthinking, we lost contact. In a flash ten years passed. Staring at the number, I hesitated for a long time, still couldn’t help dialing out. “Sarah, is that you?” Familiar voice came from the handset, I felt surprised, softly responded Hmm. Didn’t expect, after so long, he still kept my number. Seeing me迟迟 not speaking, he laughed awkwardly twice. “Why thought of finding me, must have encountered some trouble.” He is still the same as usual, likes to joke, ease the atmosphere. “I… I want you to help me a favor!” I hesitated for a long time, finally summoned up courage to say it out. “Okay! Where are you now, I go find you, I returned to Boston.” “I’m not in Boston, I’m in Seattle.” “Seattle” He didn’t ask much, just said: “Send me a location, I go find you now.” Before I could speak, he hung up the phone. Two hours later, a familiar figure appeared in the shop, it’s Alex. Seeing me he scratched his head embarrassedly instead. “Hearing your voice was a bit excited.” “Haven’t seen for so long, thought of inviting you to dinner, so ran over.” Seeing his shy appearance, I couldn’t help laughing. Later I learned, the reason he was so fast, was taking a private jet. We exchanged pleasantries briefly, then stated my request. After hearing, he stood up from the chair swish. “This beast, if in front of me, I must kill him.” Seeing him rolling up sleeves, a look ready to fight, I burst out laughing. He patted his chest, vowing solemnly. “This divorce lawsuit, I help you fight!” Chapter 3 He handed me a list of information needed to be collected, and instructed me, the more detailed the better. I looked at the items on the list. Dealing with Lucas this greedy and entangled man, without using some means, he won’t let me go easily. Rather than this, might as well spend some thought to collect enough evidence, court direct enforcement is faster. I told Alex about Lucas coming to the shop to make trouble today, and those remarks he said. He said his personal proof of the third party’s existence is naturally the best evidence, in court, he is powerless to refute. I was still struggling with the difficulty of getting rid of this scumbag before. Now with Alex’s few words of pointer, I instantly relaxed a lot. I collected the list well, picked up coat and bag, smiled at him. “Time is late, today you helped me solve problems, tonight I treat you to dinner.” Seeing smile finally on my face, he didn’t be polite with me. “Okay, rare you treat, then I’ll eat freely today.” We talked and laughed ready to leave, suddenly door kicked open. Lucas rushed in angrily, like an angry lion. He stared dead at Alex. “Good! I said Chloe pregnant, why didn’t you make a fuss with me one cry two make noise three hang myself, just ran away from home sulking.” “Also kept insisting on divorcing me non-stop.” “Thanks to Chloe just now keep nagging me, saying my handling method to you wrong, also said let me invite sincerely.” “I came back to apologize to you, didn’t expect, you dare cuckold me!” He was emotional, raised hand to hit Alex. Alex pinched Lucas’s falling hand tightly, face iron green. “What are you? Also dare hit me?” “Just this kind of man who can’t control lower body, still well-known thoracic surgeon in the city.” “I呸!” “Simply tarnishing the profession of doctor.” “Cheating outside after marriage, knocking up others not mentioning, still delusional to let wife serve mistress.” “You have this time here shouting thief catch thief, might as well think if this matter spreads out, how will you face medical big shots later.” Lucas face turned green, he showed no weakness, flung away Alex’s hand. “You! You dare!” He placed gaze on me, eyes fierce. “Sarah, if you dare ruin me, I will definitely kill you.” “Don’t let me have a good time, you don’t think about having a good time either.” Alex raised leg gave him a kick. “Just this useless appearance, don’t know how Sarah was blind to see you back then.” I looked at Lucas carelessly, tone mixed with ridicule. “Seeing clearly now is not late, stop loss in time, ending is not too bad.” “We throw him out, don’t let him affect our mood.” Voice fell, Alex picked up Lucas collar, dragged him out. “Sarah, you want to kick me to be with him, unless you serve Chloe postpartum.” “If coax me happy, maybe I’ll divorce you.” “Otherwise, as long as I live, you don’t think about it, consume, I also consume you to death!” Lucas exasperated appearance, made me feel shocked. Married to him for ten years, even if we had numerous frictions between us, didn’t see him so vicious. These years, he hid really deep enough. If not completely angered him this time, didn’t know he has this face. No wonder, before marriage father reminded me, Lucas is not as kind as I saw. Blame me for being love-brained back then, insisted jumping into fire pit.

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Every New Year’s Eve, my boyfriend ditches me last minute for his childhood sweetheart. This year, I booked the best view, expecting to count down with him. But before the clock struck twelve, I received a text: “Stella is being forced by her mom to go on a blind date again. I’ll accompany her. You go ahead and celebrate first.” This time, I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, amidst the sky full of fireworks, I said: “In the new year, Gavin, I don’t want you anymore.” When Gavin called, I was sleeping peacefully. “Mia, where are you? No one at the restaurant? Why didn’t you wait for me?” I answered sleepily, “No need. You accompany Stella. I don’t mind.” Chapter 1 Hanging up the phone, I continued to sleep. Gavin came back soon, asking puzzledly: “Why are you sleeping in the guest room?” “Nothing, too sleepy. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I didn’t even open my eyes, pulling the quilt over my head. He was relentless, “What’s wrong with you? Said you didn’t mind, why throw a tantrum?” I didn’t make a sound. Gavin sighed, wanted to hug me, but I dodged. He froze slightly, explaining helplessly: “It’s late at night, unsafe for a girl like Stella to run around…” I nodded calmly. “I really understand, no need to explain. Go take care of her.” He was completely stunned, obviously not expecting this reaction from me. Stella is his childhood sweetheart, and also the hurdle Gavin and I couldn’t get over in our five years of dating. Before, whenever he left me to accompany Stella, I would cry, throw tantrums, and argue with him like a shrew. But now, I’m too tired. I just want to have a good sleep. Gavin still wouldn’t leave, face full of displeasure. “I explained countless times, why are you still angry?” I sighed helplessly, forcing myself to sit up despite fatigue. “I have things to do tomorrow, must sleep now. I’m really not angry.” “But you clearly…” I turned off the light in the guest room directly, buried my head and slept. Gavin stood quietly for a long time, finally sighed, turned and left. In the dark, my tight nerves finally relaxed. This is our fifth New Year’s Eve together, and the fifth time he stood me up. The first time, he said Stella broke the water tap and needed him to save her. I waited until the restaurant closed, waiters were getting off work. The third time, he said Stella sprained her ankle, no one to take care of her. I was provoked and mocked by a couple at the next table alone, hit by a bottle, head stitched seven stitches. This year is the fifth time. He said Stella was forced to blind date, in a bad mood. Every time it was because of her, leaving me behind. My heart, in these abandonments time after time, gradually stopped hurting. So this year, I made a wish. In the new year, I really don’t want him anymore. Slept well all night, I got up early. Didn’t prepare exquisite breakfast for Gavin as usual, didn’t even ask for a morning kiss, just went out directly. Chapter 2 In the afternoon, while I was negotiating a contract with a client, Gavin texted. “I put Stella in a hotel last night. Today she says it’s too noisy to sleep well. Can I bring her to our home?” Looking at his text, I suddenly thought of three years ago. My parents rarely came to visit me, wanted to stay in our home, but he refused. “I don’t like my private life disturbed by others. Better let them stay in a hotel.” My parents are “others.” But Stella is not. How ridiculous. I calmly put down the phone, ignored it. Until I came home after a busy day, opened the door and saw Stella holding half a watermelon, sitting on Gavin’s favorite designer sofa. Last time I accidentally dripped a drop of water on it, he said angrily “Don’t touch it anymore.” But now, watermelon juice dripping on the sofa surface, he was smiling dotingly on the side. Seeing me back, Gavin’s smile froze. “Mia don’t misunderstand, I was just afraid if I didn’t let her sit, she would cry to my mom again…” I nodded indifferently, expression unchanged, “Understand, no need to explain.” Gavin’s expression relaxed instantly, asking me in a low voice: “Not angry anymore? What do we eat tonight?” I shrugged. “I was never angry, you just didn’t believe it.” He looked me up and down suspiciously, as if distinguishing if I was telling the truth. I ignored him. Just as I wanted to let them solve dinner themselves, Stella jumped onto Gavin’s back. “Brother Gavin, I want to eat at Chez Pierre, take me there okay?” Gavin naturally supported her butt with his hands behind his back, responding dotingly: “Of course no problem, brother takes you.” Finished speaking, remembered me, turned back asking hesitantly: “Mia, you… want to eat together?” I shook my head, face calm. “Not going. I don’t like the taste there. You guys go.” His brows furrowed tight, gaze hesitant: “Really? Didn’t you love clamoring to eat out most? Why not go?” I looked at him calmly, smiling but silent. Five years, he never remembered, I’m allergic to the special sauce at Chez Pierre, never go there. But because Stella loves it, every time we wanted to eat out, he always chose there. I said dozens of times he didn’t remember, later I stopped saying. Gavin looked at me for a long time, expression obscure. Finally turned and left. I was surprised to find myself not sad about this anymore. Even calmly ordered a favorite takeout, eating deliciously while watching a movie. Halfway, Mom called. “Baby, happy New Year?” I responded smiling: “Pretty good.” Mom hesitated, after a while spoke with heartache: “Don’t lie to Mom, you are unhappy right? Why spent New Year alone? Where is Gavin?” The smile on my face faded. “He went to accompany his neighbor sister. It’s okay Mom, I’m used to it.” Mom coaxed me for a long time before hanging up. The rice in front of me was cold. I stared blankly at the movie ending on screen, heroine said: “In this world, anyone can live without anyone.” But Gavin told me countless times, “Mia, I really can’t live without Stella.” Vision a bit sour, but not a drop of tear. I seem to really let go of Gavin. Almost midnight, Gavin came back. He smilingly pulled down Stella’s arms around his neck, pinching her cheek dotingly, “Stop messing around.” Turned to see me, stunned for a moment, panic flashed in eyes. “Mia, not what you think, we…” I twitched lips indifferently. “I don’t mind.” He froze there for a long time, before asking uneasily. “Mia, what exactly is wrong with you?” I was about to go back to the guest room to sleep, looking puzzled, “Nothing. By the way, was the food good?” “Still that taste… but why aren’t you angry?” “Why should I be angry?” Gavin choked. Couldn’t say a word. Past five years, he questioned me why I was angry in my hysteria countless times. Now I’m not angry, he unaccustomedly suspects why I’m not angry. Too hard to serve. Chapter 3 After that, I left early and returned late every day, avoiding all chances to meet Gavin. Gavin asked me to a concert, I replied four hours later, “Sorry, too busy didn’t hear.” He wanted me to play squash with him, I refused with regret, “Client trouble, need to revise plan.” He wanted couple time, candlelit dinner, I agreed then canceled, “Sorry, my best friend is sick, need to accompany.” He gradually couldn’t stand it, complaining everything is more important than boyfriend in my heart. I didn’t refute, didn’t coax him, didn’t explain. After all, in his world, I’m not the most important person either. Even my home is gradually filled with traces of another woman, disgusting. I wasn’t willing to torture myself anymore, submitted application for transfer to Boston branch to the company. Weekend night, I was filling out work handover form on tablet at dining table, colleague called. “Mia, you leave, what about your boyfriend?” I said lightly, “Everyone is adult, no one can’t live without anyone.” “You guys wouldn’t… be breaking up right?” I fell silent, didn’t answer. Hung up and continued filling form. Gavin, who was playing games with Stella in living room, came for water, glanced at tablet accidentally. Suddenly exploded: “Mia, you leaving New York?” I looked up, glanced at him, “Yes.” Gavin stood in front of me, breathing heavy, “Why? Just because Stella moved in?” I laughed out loud, expression unchanged. “I’m not angry, just normal work transfer.” “Such a big thing, why didn’t you tell me?” I turned off tablet and stood up. “I don’t think it’s a big deal, and it’s not decided yet.” Finished, about to go back to bedroom. He held my hand, unwilling to let go, “But I am your boyfriend!” “You are not only my boyfriend,” I looked straight into his eyes, answering him with his own words. “You are also Stella’s neighbor brother. You just take good care of her first.” Gavin froze. “Mia, are you mocking me?” I turned into the bedroom. No answer. Next day noon, Gavin unprecedentedly ran to company to find me. “Passed by, came up to see you. Dinner together after work okay?” I didn’t even lift my head, “Not today, a document needed urgently, might have overtime.” He changed face immediately, reached out grabbing my hand. I finally looked up at him. “Mia, are you sure you are not avoiding me? It’s been over a week!” “My attitude was bad last night. Can you not go for transfer? Let’s talk properly okay?” “Stella is really just my sister. The one I love is you. Can we stop making a scene?” He said a lot of questions in a row. The person chattering when encountering things changed from me to him. I felt even dealing with him was troublesome. “I really didn’t make a scene, all normal work.” “Go back to work quickly, I have to report work to boss upstairs.” Finished, holding documents left office. Leaving Gavin on spot, looking at me for a long time. Chapter 4 A week before leaving for transfer, I was accidentally hit by a motorcycle while out. Large area of abrasions all over body, blood dyed clothes red. On the way to hospital, driver asked if I wanted to call family. I hesitated a moment but still texted Gavin. “I was hit by a motorcycle, got some injuries.” He called, opening with: “Then go to pharmacy buy some ointment to apply, don’t work today.” I was silent for a moment, twitched lips self-deprecatingly. Calmly hung up phone. Medical treatment, go home, take medicine. Body hurt tearing heart and lungs, cold sweat layer after layer. Didn’t eat a mouthful all day, until night waited for Gavin’s call. “Mia, Stella has period cramps unbearable today, I sent her to hospital for injection, you rest early.” I looked at my hideous wounds, tears finally fell. Until early morning, Gavin came home. Door opening sound woke me up. I heard him settling Stella after entering, then left quickly. “I go buy pads for you, rest quick.” After a long time, outside movement finally quieted completely. He then pushed open my door. Saw my full body wounds at a glance. “Mia, how did you become like this?” “Get up quick, I take you to hospital!” Saying that wanted to come support me, I pushed away coldly directly. “No need, already went, all skin trauma.” Gavin seemed relieved, tucked me in. “Alright then, you rest well, I go see Stella again.” Then got up and left, didn’t say one more word. I looked blankly at the closed bedroom door. Stella just period cramps, he busy before and after, hospital, buying pads. I car accident full body contusion laceration, even standing up hard, he said rest well. I couldn’t help asking myself. “Mia, do you still love Gavin?” Until about to fall asleep, I suddenly shook my head. “Not anymore.” … Next day, I slept until sun high. Got up with difficulty, preparing to wash. But saw Gavin didn’t go to work either, kneeling on one knee on ground, fiddling with something. I moved over looking at him, “Why didn’t you go to work?” He looked up smiling, “Stella period cramps too severe, might faint anytime, I’m worried.” My whole body stiffened. Just wanted to speak, saw “might faint anytime” Stella walking out of bedroom radiantly. “Brother Gavin, luckily you warmed my belly all night last night, I feel much better. Knew you love me most.” Gavin smiled dotingly. “Of course, who does brother love if not you?” “Look, I bought you a heated coffee table rug, so your belly won’t freeze when watching TV on sofa.” I stood there, watching them talking and laughing, feeling like an outsider. Gavin finally seemed to remember me. “Mia, there is some black chicken soup I made for Stella in the morning in the kitchen, heat it up and drink some.” Chicken soup. Seemingly nutritious and healthy. But something I never touch. I suddenly felt, between us, should end. I looked up at Gavin, asking back. “Do you still remember what I love to eat?”

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Returning from a business trip, I found a pregnancy test in the trash can. In the past, even if Lucas had a woman’s perfume on him, I would go crazy checking his whereabouts for the day. But this time, I ignored the pregnancy test, ordered the nanny to change the sheets, and reminded Lucas. “You said only my child would be your sole heir.” Lucas smiled ambiguously, hugging my waist tightly. “Then let’s make one now.” Lust surged in his eyes, but was interrupted by a call from his little mistress. Watching Lucas leave in a hurry, I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he didn’t see the swollen hickey on my collarbone. Chapter 1 Half an hour later, my phone received the girl’s abortion surgery receipt. “Sweetie, her child is gone, you owe me one.” In the dark, the screen light was piercing. But the chat background of Lucas and me was like a sharp dagger piercing my heart. That was a family portrait of three. Me, Lucas, and our daughter who just turned one. I don’t know how long passed, until the tears at the corner of my eyes dried. The door was gently pushed open, the bedside sank. Lucas pressed against my back, whispering softly. “Sweetie, let’s have a baby.” Before I could speak, Lucas skillfully removed my nightgown. Warm lips fell on my back, he reached out to turn on the light. I panicked and grabbed Lucas’s hand. “Don’t turn on the light, this is fine.” Moonlight penetrated the window, I saw clearly the ambiguous lipstick mark on Lucas’s collar. Acid in my stomach churned violently, rushing to my throat. I lay on the edge of the bed retching wretchedly, the infant’s heart-tearing cry suddenly echoing in my ears. When our daughter was one year old, Lucas fed her hastily and put her to sleep to accompany his little mistress shopping. When he and the mistress were rolling in the sheets passionately kissing in the hotel, my baby choked on milk and suffocated. A pink and cute little face, finally became blue and cold. A glass of water appeared at hand, Lucas patted my back patiently. “Eleanor, you remembered that incident again, right?” I mocked myself with a curled lip. In his eyes, our daughter’s death was just “an incident.” But for me, it was a repeatedly festering scar on my heart that would never heal. Lucas gently wiped the filth from the corner of my mouth, but his voice was cold. “Don’t let this incident become a hurdle we can never cross.” I nodded gently, trying hard to muster the spirit to rinse my mouth in the bathroom. When I came out again, Lucas was no longer in the room. The phone dinged. It was a message from Lucas’s little mistress. The girl was spoiled by him too much, even being a mistress was arrogant. “Old woman, you think Lucas really willing to let me abort our baby?” “He just faked the abortion receipt to trick you because he was afraid you would go crazy and hurt me.” “Lucas said, when I give birth to the baby, he will let you, the yellow-faced woman, leave with nothing.” Attached was an extremely explicit bed photo. The girl was naked, and Lucas devoutly kissed her not-yet-bulging lower abdomen. I sneered, silently saving the photo. Then dialed that person’s number to confirm one thing. “Are you sure the medicine you gave me last time can make a man sterile?” “Not just sterile, I was afraid the old beast still had evil thoughts about you, so I specially increased the dosage.” “Guarantee he can’t even be a man.” Looks like Lucas is going to have two green hats on his head. Chapter 2 Even if estranged, Lucas and I still have to play a loving couple to the outside world. But I didn’t expect him to bring his little mistress to the charity gala, embarrassing me. Ruby wore a high-end mermaid dress, intimately holding Lucas’s arm. “Sister, didn’t expect you to be here tonight too.” Lucas leaned into my ear, whispering an explanation. “Ruby just lost her child, I was afraid she would be depressed so I brought her out to relax.” I gripped the champagne glass, deliberately exposing the ugly scars on my wrist. “Then you have to take good care of her emotions, lest she goes crazy like I did.” Two years after my daughter died, I haven’t had a good sleep. In dreams, she cried and vomited heartbreakingly, I was anxious but couldn’t get close. Could only watch helplessly as she stopped breathing. After waking up, I slit my wrists to commit suicide, wanting to find my daughter to apologize and atone. Lucas sent me to a mental hospital instead, and had people erase all traces of my daughter’s existence. Countless mocking gazes looked over. The wealthy ladies who used to envy me being held in Lucas’s palm sneered disdainfully. “Lucas was willing to donate a kidney and block a knife for her back then, isn’t he finding a new love now?” “What’s the difference between her and us? Why pretend to be noble?” I bit the flesh inside my mouth, the freshly done nail broke in my palm, spreading severe pain. “Since you have a beauty by your side, I won’t disturb.” Ruby covered her mouth laughing, not hiding the provocation in her eyes. “Then thank you sister for letting Lucas go to me tonight.” I shrank in the corner, heart in a mess. Blood dripped through my fingers, but I felt no pain. No medicine in the bag, I annoyedly unlocked my phone to message that person. “Hubby, I miss you…” Next second, the chat box popped up a smooth V-line abs photo. The restlessness in my heart was gradually soothed, fingers unconsciously poked the cold screen. This is the most important lesson Lucas taught me in seven years of marriage. Vent emotions in affairs, let hormones eliminate wild thoughts, play to the fullest. I didn’t understand before why Lucas was obsessed with entangling with young girls? Now I understand, and I’ve tasted the marrow. Suddenly, a beam of light stabbed my eyes so I couldn’t open them. Warm applause rang in my ears, Ruby walked over smiling and held my hand. “Sister, you were chosen as the lucky audience.” “Go up to interact quickly.” I looked up blankly at Lucas, he nodded. The host excitedly held the microphone, “Congratulations to this lady for winning the only interaction opportunity tonight.” He shook the lottery box, signaling me to put my hand in. I touched a small note. Reading the small print on it, my heart convulsed uncontrollably. The host snatched the note from my hand, eyes full of mockery. “Congratulations to this lady, the prize drawn is to perform a pole dance for everyone.” In an instant, everyone looked at Lucas in unison. Everyone knew that “pole dance” was his forbidden zone. I met Lucas’s ambiguously smiling eyes, watching him gently peck Ruby’s lips. Suddenly realized he was venting for Ruby who was slapped by me last week. Ruby leaned on Lucas’s shoulder, clapping innocently. “Sister go for it, I haven’t seen pole dancing yet.” Lucas covered her eyes, doting words piercing eardrums. “That kind of loose dance will only dirty baby’s eyes.” I took off my high heels, eyes smiling. “Okay.” Chapter 3 Most rich wives didn’t like me. The luxury goods they waited bitterly for were always delivered to me first. Their marriages were unhappy, but Lucas and I were the model couple in the circle. Finally waiting for me to make a fool of myself, countless people held up phones to take pictures and record. I curled my lips and smiled wantonly, body dancing closely against the steel pipe. Amidst the noisy metal music, I saw Lucas’s face gloomy. Only when he is unhappy, I feel happy inside. So I tore off the skirt hem hard, revealing a pair of fair and long legs. The gaze of the men present was hot and scorching, sticking to me. Lucas finally lost his cool, strode onto the stage, took off his jacket and wrapped it around my waist. His sharp eyes swept across the men in the venue, voice cold. “Don’t want your eyes anymore?” I panted holding his shoulders, tilting my head and smiling. “Didn’t you want to see me humiliated? Satisfied?” When the Sterling family went bankrupt back then, Lucas was devastated. Everyone avoided him like snakes and scorpions, only I, the companion, was willing to stay by his side. When Lucas stood on the rooftop seeking death. I cried breathlessly, finally daring to speak out the love of many years. “Lucas, even if the whole world doesn’t want you, I want you.” “I beg you to come down, okay?” Tutoring money came too slow, I had to hide from Lucas to dance pole dancing in night clubs. Very profitable, two thousand a night. With this money, Lucas and I didn’t have to be beaten by debt collectors, nor squeeze in a damp and small basement. It was also this money that gave him financial support to make a comeback. I hid carefully, only daring to go home after removing makeup and showering every day. But Lucas still found out. He accompanied clients to drink, accidentally met my eyes. At that moment, embarrassment and fear occupied my heart. I was afraid Lucas would despise me, but he leaned over to kiss the bruise on my knee, promising never to fail me in this life. Oaths, like bubbles. Lucas gripped my wrist tightly, force so great as if to crush my bones. He took me away from the banquet, eyes surging with anger. “Eleanor! Why didn’t you refuse? Do you know how shameful it was just now?” “These years people say behind my back I married a night club girl, poking my spine, you still insist on hooking out those unbearable memories!” Lucas pinched my chin tight, crushing my lips hard with his thumb. “Or are you naturally this cheap!” I quietly watched Lucas roar. He now, was as hysterical as when I caught him cheating. After the banquet, Lucas brought Ruby back to our home. He took off Ruby’s clothes in front of me, gently kissing her lips. Ruby showed me a provocative smile, reached out and broke the porcelain doll ornament on the bedside table. The porcelain doll was made from my daughter’s ashes. Heart seemed to be gripped tightly by someone, pain making me breathless. I knelt on the ground in panic, tears falling uncontrollably. Porcelain pieces cut my palm, but I couldn’t feel pain, sobbing desperately. “Baby…” Lucas quickly pushed Ruby away, nervously holding my hand, roaring with red eyes. “Eleanor, what exactly are you doing?” I lowered my head, only realizing I unconsciously cut my wrist with porcelain pieces. Blood gushed out horribly, pata smashing on the floor. Consciousness gradually blurred, I fell into a familiar embrace. Chapter 4 When I opened my eyes again, Lucas held my hand joyfully. His voice was hoarse but couldn’t hide pleasure. “Eleanor, we have a child again, must be a daughter, she came to find mom and dad again.” Nausea churned in stomach, I dodged Lucas’s touch without a trace. What right does he have to mention my daughter? A slight sobbing sound rang in ears, Ruby stood barefoot at the door with red eyes. She turned and ran, and Lucas chased in panic. I gently stroked my lower abdomen, tears rolling down. This child belongs entirely to me, unrelated to Lucas. After finding out pregnancy, Lucas was considerate everywhere. We seemed to return to the most loving time before. Lucas bought me a whole set of limited edition porcelain ornaments to please me. But he forgot, that porcelain doll I wiped and cherished day and night, was the only relic my daughter left me. My morning sickness was severe, Lucas pushed away projects worth hundreds of millions, cooking three meals a day for me at home. Flat lower abdomen gradually bulged. Lucas often stared at my stomach giggling, saying he was finally going to be a dad. If he hadn’t killed my baby with his own hands, if he didn’t have the sweet smell of woman’s perfume on him. I would foolishly deceive myself that he still had some sincerity for me. Approaching due date, Lucas picked up the big-bellied Ruby to live at home, arranged next door to me. He frowned slightly, looking troubled. “Eleanor, in her belly is also my child, I can’t ignore it.” “Don’t worry, I have asked a lawyer to draft an agreement, only the child you give birth to is my heir.” I watched Lucas signing the agreement to show loyalty, fawningly sending the agreement to my hand. “It’s okay, I understand you.” “Just let her live at home, as long as she doesn’t disturb me.” But that night, Ruby had unbearable abdominal pain after drinking the soup I stewed. Blood flowed non-stop between her legs, soaking the white dress, choking: “If sister hates me for stealing Lucas’s love, kill me and I have no complaints.” “But the baby is innocent…” I stood helplessly on the spot, just wanted to explain. But Lucas pushed me down fiercely, holding Ruby leaving in a hurry. “If anything happens to Ruby’s child, the bastard in your belly will be buried with it!” Lower back hit the sharp table corner, lower abdomen severe falling pain. Warmth flowed between legs, amniotic fluid pata smashed on the ground. I shouted Lucas’s name in panic, but he didn’t even deign to give me a look. Labor pains hit again, I trembled uncontrollably, dialling emergency number in panic. “I’m giving birth…” All obstetricians in the hospital were transferred to Ruby’s ward to ensure her safety. I lay on the cold operating table, lower abdomen seemed to be crushed hard by a bulldozer, flesh and bones shattered. Until Ruby’s child was born smoothly, dying me was noticed. Fetus dystocia, countless needles pierced my body. Moment before consciousness dissipated, I saw Lucas crying holding his and Ruby’s child. Children’s One-Month Celebration was held together. Lucas only invited a few best brothers. They congratulated Lucas on having a son and a daughter, wife and mistress getting along well. Ruby showed off her son in front of me, unable to hide pride in brows and eyes. “Eleanor, what does your little bastard have to compete with my son?” “If you kneel down and kowtow two loud heads to me now, I can still consider being a good stepmother.” I ignored, smilingly holding daughter walked to Lucas’s side. Amidst everyone’s blessings, I pressed the switch in my hand. The moment the screen lit up, Ruby’s face turned pale.

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After winning the highest bid for Tristan Chase at the auction, he set three rules for me. Give him an unlimited Black Card. Clean up all his messes. And never ask about his private life. He would only leave with me if I agreed to these three points. Everyone thought he was overestimating himself; no one would agree to such conditions. But I just nodded. “Take good care of your face.” For the next three years, I spent over a billion dollars on him. Everyone around me laughed at me for losing my mind over love. But I continued to do as I pleased. The day my father died, he had a car racing accident. Enduring my grief, I rushed to handle it. But at the door, I heard Tristan talking with his friends. “Tristan, sister-in-law is trained like a dog by you. Married life will be blissful, right?” “Yeah, once her old man kicks the bucket, won’t all the family assets be yours after marriage?” A burst of laughter followed. Tristan’s cold voice came from the center of the crowd. “Is she even worthy of marrying me?” The door was pushed open. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, I walked calmly to Tristan. Ignoring his somewhat unnatural expression. After carefully wiping the dust off his forehead, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, the face is fine.” Chapter 1 Tristan turned his face away impatiently. “It wasn’t a big deal anyway, Melody, aren’t you annoying?” Seeing the stiff atmosphere, his friends came up to smooth things over. Asking indirectly if I heard their conversation. Tristan also looked at me slightly nervously. Facing this somewhat apprehensive face, I still couldn’t be cruel. I shook my head. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, movement sounded at the gate again. It was Tristan’s childhood sweetheart. He got up anxiously, tone gentle in a way he never used with me. “Why are you here? Didn’t I say it’s nothing, no need for you to run over in such heavy rain.” Penelope clutched an umbrella, eyes filling with tears as soon as she saw the injuries on Tristan. “I was worried about you, and the thunder is so loud, I’m scared…” Tristan wiped away her tears with heartache. “It’s late, I’ll take you back and tuck you in.” Finished, the two packed up and left. Facing the awkward expressions of others, I just watched silently throughout. Just as Tristan requested when I bought him. Never ask about his private life. Before leaving, Tristan spoke to me frankly: “My car is wrecked, I’ll take yours. Find your own way home.” Finished, he carefully put his jacket on Penelope, hugging her as they left. Never thinking about what I should do alone in such heavy rain. “Sister-in-law, Tristan he…” His friend stuttered. “No need to explain.” I interrupted. In Tristan’s heart, I will never compare to Penelope. His scarce patience and gentleness are all poured onto her. I also recognized long ago, no matter how much this face looks like that person, it’s ultimately not him. But to see this face I think of day and night, I still endure it sweetly. Called the driver to pick me up, to handle Father’s funeral. It was already midnight when I got home. The living room lights were on, which surprised me. Usually, he should have been asleep long ago. Seeing my face full of fatigue, Tristan frowned. “Why back so late?” I said lightly, “Had something to do.” He seemed not to believe it, scoffing lightly. “I say, do you find this interesting all day?” “I just went to accompany Penelope. She’s a little girl, worried about me in the rain and ran to see me, plus she’s timid.” “What’s wrong with me sending her back?” Totally ignoring that I also dropped everything for him, rushing to see him first thing in the heavy rain at night. I rubbed my forehead, not wanting to argue with him too much. Seeing this, Tristan stepped forward and pinched my chin. Like a bestowal, he kissed down. I turned my head to dodge. His face sank, “Enough is enough, what temper are you throwing?” “My dad died, no mood.” Tristan froze. Ignoring him, I turned into the bedroom. Don’t know how long passed, Tristan lay beside me with the moisture after a shower. He gently pulled my hand. “I didn’t know.” I didn’t respond. Tristan spoke to himself. “By the way, Penelope’s birthday is coming soon. Saw a magazine a few days ago, there’s an emerald diamond necklace that looks good.” “I asked, that necklace is an antique, can’t buy it anymore.” “I remember you have one in your jewelry box. Since you don’t wear it anyway, why not give it to Penelope to make her happy.” My headache worsened, voice cold. “That was my mother’s dowry, I won’t give it.” His hand holding mine stiffened. This was the first time I rejected him. He gritted his teeth and let go of me, got up, dressed, and went out. The door was slammed with a thunderous noise when he left. I ignored it, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 Driving to attend Father’s funeral. Just entered the car, saw a pair of lace panties stained with white fluid on the passenger seat. Only Tristan drove this car when sending Penelope before. Time was tight, I changed a car and arrived at the funeral. Guests gradually arrived, Tristan arrived late with Penelope. “Penelope wasn’t feeling well this morning, we are late.” I lowered my eyes, “Take a seat.” Seems the venue was a bit hot, Penelope took off her trench coat. Instantly, she became the focus of everyone. What she wore underneath was shockingly a bright red dress. Penelope sensed others’ gazes, shrinking behind Tristan. She trembled, “What’s wrong? Why is everyone looking at me?” She clenched Tristan’s sleeve tight, causing him to protect her in his arms and comfort her softly. Now even with my good temper, I couldn’t control it anymore. “Either take off this dress, or get out.” My eyes were full of frost. “Wearing bright red at my father’s funeral, Miss Penelope has such good breeding.” People around watched this scene in silence. Penelope looked as if she suffered a huge grievance, biting her lower lip, eyes red. “I’ll go then!” Finished, turned and ran. Tristan glared at me gloomily, grabbed Penelope’s coat left on the seat and chased out. Closed eyes hard, took a few deep breaths. “Sorry, please continue.” Everyone reacted then, pretending nothing happened just now. I sat down dejectedly. After this, I can imagine how they will discuss after going back. Nose tingled with sourness, thinking if only that person was here. After the funeral, Tristan returned. His clothes were slightly messier than when he left. He frowned, tone angry. “Just because of such a small thing, did you have to embarrass Penelope in front of so many people?” “She’s just a little girl who doesn’t understand these things, why make it difficult for her?” “Just because I went to tuck her in that day? It’s been so long, is it necessary?” Tristan’s mouthful of questioning made me laugh in anger. Usually I would pretend not to see, but today I don’t intend to indulge anymore. “Today is my dad’s funeral, who exactly is picking a fight?” I mocked. He paused, avoiding my gaze. After a while, offered a step down. “Alright, I’ll talk to her about this later, it’s not your turn to lecture her.” “Penelope accidentally fell when running out. You happen to own a hospital, let them prepare the best ward.” “Arrange a full set of checkups for Penelope, and this matter is over.” I refused without thinking, “Impossible.” Although I cover for his actions, I won’t agree to even these requests. “You are becoming more and more unreasonable.” Tristan impatiently tore off his tie and threw it on the ground, striding away. Home at night, entering the door saw Penelope sitting at the dining table in my seat. In the bowl in front of her was the nourishing soup prepared by my maid for me. Seeing me back, Penelope’s voice sweet. “Sister Melody is back? Brother Tristan said Auntie Wang’s soup is most nourishing, just right for my body.” “You come have a bowl too.” I glanced, walked past ignoring her directly. Tristan came up in three steps, putting his arm around my shoulder. Tone rarely gentle. “I thought about it, if you are unwilling then forget it. Anyway, we have a family doctor at home, it’s the same for Penelope to live in our house.” “Penelope likes your sunny master bedroom, give it to her. Having a good mood helps her recovery.” Tristan was certain I wouldn’t refuse him again. After all, over these years, he got whatever wind and rain he wanted from me. Even limited edition luxury cars worth tens of millions, I could fill a garage for him without blinking an eye. Chapter 3 Tristan pulled me to the dining table without waiting for my answer. He pushed a plate of bamboo shoots salad in front of me. “The bamboo shoots from the north city you like, I bought them for you, eat more.” I stared at this dish in a daze. Actually, it wasn’t me who liked it, it was that person. After his accident, this dish became my favorite. Picked up a bite with chopsticks, still the old taste. Seeing me giving face, Tristan’s expression eased a bit. A trace of jealousy flashed quickly in Penelope’s eyes, she put a piece of pig heart into my bowl. Then panicked hurriedly, “Sorry Sister Melody, I forgot Uncle died of heart disease…” “I’m always clumsy, don’t be angry.” She looked at Tristan for help. Tristan rubbed Penelope’s head, comforting dotingly. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Looked at me again, said lightly. “Penelope is young, don’t hold it against her.” With that, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, skillfully peeling shrimp for her. Revealing the small hair tie belonging to Penelope on his wrist. Facing the two’s intimacy, I lost my appetite. Put down chopsticks. Tristan saw I finished, spoke again. “Penelope’s current rental lease is expiring. Give her a house to transition later.” “Your downtown penthouse before is nice, decoration is also good, convenient for Penelope to find a job.” The house Tristan mentioned was the marital home I prepared before. Decoration was personally designed by that person, all according to my favorite style. I felt it a bit funny. My lack of bottom line before spoiled him. Thinking I would yield for him time and again. But involving that person, I can’t not care. “Tristan Chase, you want me to raise your mistress too?” My tone calm. Penelope stood up with a humiliated face, loudly said. “Sister Melody, I know you always minded my good relationship with Brother Tristan, but we are innocent.” She looked at Tristan weeping. “I disturbed you guys, sorry Brother Tristan, I’m leaving now.” Tristan pulled her anxiously, voice cold to me. “Apologize to Penelope.” I sneered, strange, “Did I say wrong?” “Or say the panties on my passenger seat, aren’t yours?” Penelope breathed rapidly, face flushed red. She shook her head, “You really misunderstood, I was having severe ovulation pain that day, Brother Tristan helped me with his hand.” “We were close since childhood, this is nothing.” Tristan pulled her into his arms, patting her back to comfort. “No need to explain, she is just suspicious all day long.” He looked at me with cold eyes. “Do you think I will look at you more like this?” “Being unreasonable should have a limit. I’ll spend more time with you another day, okay?” “Penelope can’t stand grievance.” “If you continue like this, I’ll move out with Penelope.” I heard the implication in his words. He was threatening me. Usually, as long as Tristan said this to me, I would soften immediately no matter what. Then satisfy his request, make him happy. Only when done, would he magnanimously express forgiveness. But my attention now was all on the phone that just rang. It was a text message. From a number I was extremely familiar with, yet thought would never contact again. [Melody, wait for me] Simple four words, made me freeze holding the phone. Chapter 4 Whose prank is it, or did that person really come back? This guess made my eyes gradually moist. Phone was snatched away. It was Tristan. “Why crying?” He frowned asking, looking suspiciously at the phone screen. But it was already off. He tried entering passwords several times, none correct. Tristan threw the phone on the table irritably, asked me again, “Did you listen to what I just said?” Thoughts chaotic, I didn’t want to waste more words, grabbed the phone and stood up. “I think we should both calm down.” Seeing my leaving back, Tristan was a bit at a loss. This was the first time I left before him. In the past, as soon as he lost his temper with me, I was the one apologizing and seeking peace in a low voice. No matter what vicious words he used against me. I would try every way to coax him. Maybe the anger is too big this time, should be fine in a few days. Tristan thought. Since that night, I haven’t returned home for several days, nor sent a message to Tristan. This made him unable to sit still. Friends around saw his anxiety, comforted. “Oh, Tristan, what are you afraid of? We all see how much sister-in-law loves you.” “Women, let her calm down herself is enough, won’t she come back to lick our Tristan in the end?” Finished with more laughter. Penelope also nodded, filling Tristan’s wine. “Yes Brother Tristan, definitely nothing big. Sister Melody is probably throwing a tantrum waiting for you to coax her first.” “And her dad died, isn’t the closest person still you? How could she really fall out with you.” Tristan recalled the wallpaper he saw when taking my phone that day. Although pixels were a bit blurry, could still recognize it was him. Probably sneaked sometime unknown. After all, I loved him to the bone, how could I give up just like that. Tristan nodded, anxiety fading. “True, Melody Vance is taking over as CEO in a few days. When I go to her banquet then, she will definitely be fine.” At the banquet, I was drinking with partners. Since that day, no matter how I messaged that number, no more reply. I could only wait patiently. If it’s really him, he will definitely come to find me. I just need to wait obediently. Sipped champagne, saw Tristan entering the venue hall with Penelope. My face changed. The dress on Penelope was clearly the one I wore at my coming-of-age ceremony. This was custom made by that person finding a top foreign designer, took full six months to arrive. I walked up quickly, eyes angry. “Who let you wear it?! Take it off!” Penelope was scared by my eyes. Thinking Tristan was by the side, seemed to have confidence, “What are you doing?” I ignored everything, pulled directly. Tristan seeing my crazy look also got angry, pulled me away forcefully. Carried by his force, unsteady, my lower back hit the edge of the long table. The champagne tower placed on top shattered all over the floor. Huge commotion attracted everyone’s eyes. Banquet supposed to celebrate my succession as CEO turned into a farce. Tristan protected Penelope behind him, tone impatient. “Melody Vance, how long are you going to act up? Aren’t I here?” “This dress color doesn’t suit you anymore, fits a little girl like Penelope perfectly.” “You have so many clothes, necessary to embarrass her in public for this?” Seeing me covered in wine, calf scratched by glass shards. A trace of unbearable appeared in Tristan’s eyes, made a gesture to pull me up. “Stop throwing tantrums, I’ll accompany you to buy a new one later okay?” But whether to the pain on body or Tristan’s words, I had no reaction. Just staring blankly at that familiar figure behind him. All blood in body seemed to coagulate in an instant. Tristan looked back following my line of sight. Seeing that man’s face, his pupils dilated instantly. That was a tall man with a handsome face. Gestures revealed a transcendent temperament. “What are you doing to my fiancée?” Man asked coldly. Tristan subconsciously moved to block my line of sight. Questioned me with rising anger. “What fiancée?! Melody Vance, who is he!”

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I was childhood friend Jax’s simp for five years, but only ended up as a “friend with benefits.” For five years, as long as he called, I appeared. Every time he needed comfort, I stayed. Even without a title, I was happy. Until I heard he had a new girlfriend, I quietly packed up my feelings, ready to exit again. But that night, he knocked on my door again. And rarely bought a box of strawberry flavored condoms. “This isn’t appropriate, right? Aren’t you dating?” I blocked the door, not letting him in. He squeezed in sideways, pulled open his collar, movements showing rare impatience. But his tone carried a trace of rare gentleness: “I am dating, but she is too clean, so innocent that people just want to protect her.” He paused, voice lowering: “I can’t bear to touch her. Can only come to you to solve it. Let’s just treat it as a breakup sex. What are you pretending in front of me, open it quickly!” I swallowed the astringency in my throat, asking cooperatively: “Who is it, can make you treasure her so much?” The corner of his mouth hooked up a heartless smile, looking up at me: “Your sister.” Chapter 1 Hearing this sentence, my hand trembled fiercely. The condom fell on the bed. Brain blank for a rare moment. I never thought he would be with my stepsister. Even less did I expect he would turn over a new leaf for my stepsister. Maybe the expression on my face was very helpless. Jax tutted, smiling playfully: “Didn’t expect it?” He took a drag of his cigarette, as if reminiscing: “That little idiot, doesn’t even know how to smoke.” “I passed it to her with my mouth, she coughed for a long time.” “Innocent as hell.” He shook his head laughing. I swallowed the sourness in my chest, speaking with difficulty: “Why her?” Jax put out the cigarette in his hand, tone rarely serious: “Annie is a good girl, I don’t want to let her down.” My heart trembled, as if all strength was drained from my body. “Forget it, you continue to take pills tonight.” Jax pushed me onto the bed, skillfully unbuttoning my bra. “Annie is too good, I held back for so long these days, dare not touch her.” Still the usual flirting technique, but my body was cold and couldn’t raise any interest. I pushed him away, stood up silently. Put on clothes, shoes. Then holding back the pain, pretending to be free and easy: “Jax, let’s break it off.” Jax paused slightly, tutted disapprovingly: “Nicole, can you leave me?” I didn’t speak, picked up my bag and started packing cosmetics. “Fine, get out then.” Jax’s voice turned cold. With a bit of impatience of being disturbed. My fingertips almost sank into the flesh, but I still left the room. Jax can like anyone, but not Annie. Annie and I have completely different personalities. I love playing, love excitement. Like Jax, nature is flamboyant and loose. And Annie has been a well-behaved, obedient and quiet good girl since childhood. So when she was tricked by punks to the bar, I chose to save her. That day, I was drunk as mud by the punks, barely escaped with her. But she left drunk me at the bus stop because the teacher notified to hand in homework. Causing me to be taken back to the hotel by the punks chasing out. Years later, I still dare not recall that night. I scoff at chastity, but voluntary and forced are two different things. Afterwards, I dragged my body tortured for a night, weak and broken, and slapped Annie hard. But she cried aggrievedly, collapsing and accusing me: “You only care about yourself! If I can’t hand in homework, I will be punished by the teacher!” Since then, I hated her extremely. And Jax knew all these. Chapter 2 I couldn’t accept the fact that he was with Annie. Could only avoid paying attention to his updates. But on his birthday, he sent me an invitation as if nothing happened. Maybe I just wanted to see with my own eyes, or maybe I was just unwilling. I chose to go to the appointment. But when I pushed open the private room door, my heart still missed a beat. On the sofa, Jax pressed Annie against the backrest, kissing dominantly and fiercely. I even saw the veins bulging on the back of his hand due to exertion. People around were jeering, only my face was pale. For so many years, every time Jax was intimate with me, he watched me being confused and infatuated with ease. This is the first time seeing him losing control emotionally. Kiss ended, Annie’s face flushed, leaning softly in his arms. Jax’s Adam’s apple rolled, tutted dotingly: “Why so innocent?” Just finished speaking, saw me. The smile on Jax’s mouth stiffened imperceptibly. I didn’t speak, face probably ugly white. Could only be pulled to join the game. However, the next round, the loser was Annie. Punishment content was pole dancing. Annie was always conservative, hearing this punishment turned pale instantly, looking at Jax for help. People around were full of excitement, jeering: “Brother Jax, can you bear this?” Jax couldn’t bear it, so he lifted his chin at me lazily: “Annie is thin-skinned, can’t dance this.” “You go dance for her.” Annie is thin-skinned, what about me? My heart seemed blocked by a stone, crushing me breathless. Could only endure the bitterness, mocking coldly: “Why play if you can’t afford it?” Annie’s face turned white again, she bit her lip, suddenly said: “Sister, do you still hold a grudge against me for causing you to be raped back then?” The word Rape was specifically emphasized by her. Hard not to hear clearly, people around instantly cast strange looks at me. My body stiffened slightly, didn’t expect Annie to uncover my scar in public. Annie continued to accuse: “How long are you going to hold a grudge against me? Clearly I was forced too, you can’t just care about yourself right?” “And you are so casual, what’s the difference sleeping with one more or one less?” She sounded more and more aggrieved, as if I was the one being aggressive. The pain of being tortured that night surged again. I trembled with anger, losing control on the spot. When everyone was caught off guard, I raised the wine glass and poured it directly on her. “Ah!” Annie exclaimed, crying like pear blossoms in rain pouncing on Jax. I sneered sarcastically: “Annie, for so many years you are still as selfish as ever, back then I clearly went to save you…” “Enough.” Jax interrupted me, voice indistinguishable joy or anger. He took off his clothes and draped them on Annie. Then looked at me, smile still romantic and rogue. Impatience in eyes was particularly dazzling: “Nicole, it’s been so long.” “Is it necessary to calculate like this?” My heart sank heavily, only feeling something broken. Chapter 3 When that happened back then, I wouldn’t think I lost my innocence like in TV dramas, then seek death. But the colored eyes and rumors of people around still made me feel lost and helpless. The most painful time was being blocked by school punks at the gate asking if being raped felt good? At that time, everyone around was watching the show, only Jax. He rushed over like crazy fighting with that group of punks, smashing until unconscious but still holding on to block in front of me. That time, Jax broke an arm. Several punks were sent to the hospital for emergency rescue. And I, love grew wildly, filling the girl’s heart. Later, during the most critical time of senior year, it was also Jax who resolutely transferred schools to accompany me through that difficult time. When lost, I once asked him in a low voice. Is it really my fault? Am I really dirty now? At that time, the boy laughed wantonly: “Dirty my ass, wait for that beast to come out I’ll kill him!” Since then, I was like a moth flying into the fire named Jax. Even if hurt completely by his promiscuity and looseness. Still persistently refused to let go. But now, he asked me is it necessary to calculate like this? At this moment, I looked at the careless coldness in his eyes. Suddenly felt very boring. I don’t know how I walked out of the private room. Maybe very awkward. I entangled with Jax for so many years, for him even stayed alone in this strange city. Now it’s time to let go. I went to the company to resign, bought a ticket home desperately. After packing everything, I went to Jax’s villa. Here stored many things belonging to me, now should all dissipate with those love and lust. However, after opening the door, I froze on the spot again. Living room was ambiguous, scattered clothes and condoms everywhere. One, two, three. Each one seemed to tell me the intensity of this affair. Bedroom even heard the girl’s soft tune ambiguous sound, and man’s muffled groan when passion intense. I blinked dry eyes, took a long time to suppress the surging pain in my heart. Maybe this time entangling with Jax is Annie whom I hate to the bone. So clearly something I should have been used to, I still felt heart-wrenching pain. A moment later, the door opened. Annie exclaimed, covering her naked body: “Why are you here!?” I restrained myself from noticing the marks of intense ambiguity on her body. But just then, phone vibrated. I just wanted to check but was snatched away by Annie. She bit her lip and questioned loudly: “Are you secretly taking my nude photos!?” I felt she was unreasonable, sneered sarcastically: “Is it necessary?” Annie seemed stimulated by something, directly slapped me hard. “You just want to ruin my reputation, make me a dirty woman like you!” I was beaten to turn my head, cheek burning with pain. But couldn’t understand no matter what. If not for me, Annie would have become the dirty woman in her mouth long ago. Why does she treat me like this? Chapter 4 I snatched the phone, then raised my hand planning to slap back hard. After all, I was never one to be bullied. But the next second, wrist was pinched tightly. Jax’s voice mixed with coldness sounded. “Nicole, what crazy fit are you throwing?” Annie cried and threw herself into his arms, as if extremely scared: “Brother Jax, sister took my nude photos. I’m so scared, can you make her delete them?” Jax frowned tight, coldly said: “Delete.” I only felt the pain on my face getting worse, unbearable pain. Jax actually also thought I would do such a thing. I gritted my teeth, holding back tears: “Let go.” “Nicole, Annie is different from you.” “She is not a casual girl, using such dirty means on her, do you want to ruin her?” Jax’s tone even carried cold threat: “Delete now, or don’t force me to be rude to you!” Every word of his stepped precisely on my pain. Emotions in my heart exploded completely, threw the phone hard on Jax’s face. Red-eyed shouting: “Jax, look clearly!” “For so many years, if I wanted to revenge her, I would have done it long ago!” Jax looked at my collapsed appearance, face changed slightly. He opened the phone to look, nothing. And Annie had no trace of guilt. She leaned in Jax’s arms, crying aggrievedly: “Brother Jax, I didn’t mean to misunderstand her.” “I just don’t want to become dirty like her.” “If people know I have premarital sex, I would want to die!” “Brother Jax, I’m really scared.” Jax rubbed her head, seeming unable to handle her crying. My mouth hooked a sneer, took the phone and turned to leave. After a while, like comforting. Jax said: “Good girl, you are different from her.” “You are not dirty.” My body stiffened, finally completely gave up hope. Only felt past events, all turned into dreamlike broken shadows at this moment. Those years of obsession, all turned to ashes. Sitting on the high-speed train home. I looked outside the car, eyes unexpectedly calm. Leaving this city, Jax and I are completely over. I am not nowhere to go. At least, in my hometown. My long-dead mother left me a house belonging to me. I closed my eyes, planning to rest briefly. However, the next second, someone patted my shoulder. Man wearing white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses. Looking gentle, smile shy: “Hello, can I sit next to you?” I nodded lightly, continued to close eyes. A moment later, man said again: “Maybe a bit presumptuous, but I just took a photo of you.” “Can I get your authorization?” Man called Jasper, profession photographer. Usual work is shooting scenery around the world. In the photo he handed me, I leaned against the window, side face bathed in sunlight, brows relaxed. I was a bit surprised, decided to leave Jax. My mood turned out to be relaxed? “Composition of this photo is perfect, removing your profile would destroy the overall structure.” Man seemed a bit shy, pursed lips after saying this. “If you are unwilling, I will delete immediately.” I smiled: “Use it.” Maybe sitting in adjacent seats, or maybe too bored. Jasper and I chatted all the way. Then learned he and I lived in the same community. More surprisingly, he and I went to the same kindergarten. “Like this, counts as old classmates.” Jasper also smiled: “I have a younger brother, always lived with my dad in this community. Don’t know if you know him, his name is Jax.” I froze, unbelievable there is such a coincidence in the world. Jax has a biological brother. Smarter than him since childhood, more sensible than him. So when parents divorced, Jax’s mother only took the brother away. This matter has always been Jax’s knot. But such a coincidence, I couldn’t raise half interest. Still smiled: “Know, but not familiar.” Speaking here, phone rang. It was Jax.

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Everyone in Julian Sterling’s company knows the CEO has a wife from a business marriage. They never gave her a good face; even the cleaning lady could gossip about her. She lived like a coward guarding the house, never actively provoking Julian’s displeasure. Until the Michelin restaurant on their fifth anniversary, his assistant Lily sat down gracefully. Took out an ultrasound report from her bag. “Ms. Celia, I’ll be direct. I’m over three months pregnant, it’s Julian’s.” “Mr. Sterling is soft-hearted towards his first wife and can’t bear to mention divorce.” “I came today to beg you to be kind. Don’t cling to a man who doesn’t love you at all.” “Please give my child a complete home.” My fingertips trembled slightly, the ultrasound report twisting and distorting before my eyes. Julian is just like this, using the crystallization of his love with another woman to prove he will never love me. At the same time, the phone on the table rang with a unique notification tone. It was Julian’s cancellation text. “Emergency meeting at the company, I’ll make up the anniversary to you later.” This is the third anniversary he missed. At this moment, I didn’t want to fight for anything anymore. Even though in the bag beside me, there was also an ultrasound report of seven weeks pregnancy… Chapter 1 After returning home, I cooked a bowl of soothing soup. Just as I was about to drink it, Julian came back. His suit jacket draped over his arm, two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, looking a bit disheveled. He walked over on his own, picked up the soup by my hand and drank it all. “Don’t cook these things in the future, tastes terrible.” I frowned, “That wasn’t for you.” Before, whenever he came home late, I would cook a bowl of soothing soup and put it by the bed, telling him to drink it before sleeping. He paused, put down the bowl heavily. “Late at night, what temper are you throwing? Just because I didn’t accompany you for the anniversary?” “Company has a lot of things, I’m annoyed enough after a busy day, can’t you be considerate staying at home all day?” He took out a jewelry box from his bag and threw it casually on the table. “New style from your favorite jewelry store. Last year you blamed me for not preparing a gift, this year I didn’t forget.” The jewelry box rolled twice on the table before stopping, like a pitiful charity to me. He didn’t wait for me to speak, turned and went to the bathroom. I sat blankly on the sofa for a while, Julian’s phone on the dining table lit up twice. Ghost-driven, I already held the phone in my hand. I entered our wedding anniversary, but it showed password error. Since marriage, his password hadn’t changed, always our anniversary. Now it changed. Even knowing the reason, my heart couldn’t stop aching. I have a good memory, thought of Lily’s birthday on the ultrasound report today. Entered it, phone unlocked. I clicked on their chat history, Lily just sent a message. [Brother Julian, thanks for taking Donut to the vet, she’s much better now.] [You are so careful with our kitten, you will definitely be a good daddy to our baby (kisses)] Followed by a photo, a cute Ragdoll cat nestled in the arms of Lily who was dressed scantily. I felt a bit nauseous, cold all over. I begged Julian countless times, hoping to raise a cat of my own at home. But he always refused on the grounds of hating cat hair, saying he had intermittent cat hair allergies. Turns out this intermittence refers to being allergic only to cats raised by me. Julian would reply seriously to every message from Lily. From work problems, where he would formulate a comprehensive work plan for her, telling her how to solve it step by step. To life problems, caring if she ate lunch on time, if she brought an umbrella when raining. I laughed at myself, laughing until tears came out. I always thought Julian was busy, too busy to reply to his wife’s messages. Thought Julian was naturally cold, disliking long greetings and care. Turns out he knows everything, understands everything, just these loves and cares are never for me. I scrolled through their messages quickly like masochism. I soon found the origin of that cat, a sick cat abandoned by someone they picked up during a business trip a year ago. Julian praised Lily in the message. [Lily, when you decided to save the kitten without hesitation, you really looked like a kind little angel.] From this day on, their chat gradually became ambiguous and deteriorated, until crossing the line. My heart pounded, veins popping on the back of my hand holding the phone. Water sound in the bathroom gradually stopped, came Julian’s familiar call. “Celia, get my pajamas.” Chapter 2 I put the phone back, sat on the sofa again. “Get it yourself, I’m busy.” Julian came out wrapped in a towel, extremely impatient, cold air all over. I turned a deaf ear, turned on the TV to watch a variety show. After a long time, he changed clothes, hugged me from behind. I stiffened all over. “Celia, the company is busy with IPO recently, you know.” “Next year’s anniversary, I will definitely accompany you properly, okay?” Julian didn’t notice my abnormality at all, his deliberately softened voice wanted to turn the page lightly like before. Then, I would still be that considerate wife in everything, he would still be that busy and taciturn husband. Just like countless times in the past. My marriage is like soaking in a pool of stagnant water, guarding a stone that won’t respond, grateful for this little warmth. If Lily didn’t come to me today, if I didn’t see his other side. Maybe such days, I would live on for a long time. But now, I don’t want to. “Julian, let’s talk.” Just as I finished speaking, Julian’s phone which had been silent for not long rang again. He hurried to answer the phone. Surroundings too quiet, Lily’s anxious crying on the other end came clearly into my ears. “Brother Julian, my stomach hurts suddenly, I don’t know what’s going on, woo woo woo I’m so afraid something happens to the baby…” “Don’t be afraid, I’m coming right away.” Julian panicked immediately, he put on his coat in a panic and rushed out. At the door he remembered me at home, left a sentence. “Celia, something happened to a company employee, we’ll talk when I get back.” I sat on the sofa, feeling cold hands and feet. The soothing soup was finished by him, I probably can’t sleep well tonight. Until dawn, I barely fell asleep. Not long after, I was woken up by a huge banging on the door. Next second, a big hand choked my neck. I opened my eyes in panic, met Julian’s bloodshot eyes. “Celia, you went to find Lily? Who gave you the guts to find her!” “Do you know, she is in poor health, can’t stand stimulation, come at me if you have anything, what kind of ability is bullying her!” I felt the big hand on my neck tightening constantly, strangling me to suffocation. Until my face flushed red, Julian let go. “Cough cough cough… I didn’t go…” I subconsciously wanted to defend, but was interrupted angrily by Julian. “You didn’t? Still pretending, those dirty means you used to marry me into the Sterling family back then, don’t think I know nothing!” “If you dare use these means on Lily, I will make you pay!” I shook all over, looking at him in disbelief. Those things back then, he clearly knew the truth… Turns out he never truly believed me. “I say it again, I never went to find her, she came to find me herself!” Julian sneered. “You think I would believe you? Lily is different from you, she is simple and kind, never thought of fighting for any title with you.” “Even afraid you would be hurt if you knew, living in guilt every day.” “How could she take the initiative to find you.” What a “living in guilt every day,” a person who knowingly becomes a mistress dares to talk about guilt. Every message Lily sent to Julian can be called seduction. I laughed out loud with tears. Laughing at Julian’s blindness, also laughing at my five years of wrong payment. “Unreasonable, reflect on yourself properly, go apologize to Lily with me in two days.” “Otherwise, I don’t mind changing the person sitting in Mrs. Sterling’s position.” Julian glanced at his phone, rushed out again. I stroked the choke marks on my neck, heart cooled inch by inch. This Mrs. Sterling position, I don’t want it. I dialed the lawyer’s number. “Please help me draft a divorce agreement, ASAP.” Chapter 3 I just got up and tidied myself, the doorbell rang. Opened the door, before I could see the visitor clearly, a stick fell straight down, I fainted instantly. I woke up, found myself in a familiar basement. In front of me was my father’s hideous face. “Celia, you got bold? I warned you not to make President Sterling angry, why don’t you listen?” “You’ve been a little bitch since childhood, I raised you so big, now you can’t even hold onto a man, what use are you!” Father scolded while raising a whip to lash me. The water-soaked long whip beat me until skin tore and flesh split, blood dripping. “Ah! I didn’t! Let me go!” “Julian won’t let you go if he knows!” I screamed in pain, begging for mercy. “Hahaha, you think without your good husband’s authorization, I dare to go to the Sterling house to grab people?” I stiffened all over. After marrying Julian, I completely escaped the cage of the Shi family, I once thought he was my savior. But didn’t expect, for a woman, he would send me back here. Whipping continued, my thoughts drifted away. Before fainting again, I heard Julian’s voice. “Celia has a scorpion’s heart, teach her a lesson, just keep her alive for me.” Unknown how long passed, I woke up in the hospital. Julian sat by the bed, face full of anxiety. “Sorry Celia, I didn’t expect your dad would be so heavy-handed.” I gently withdrew my hand, didn’t reply. He forcefully held my hand again, looking at my pale face with some distress. “This time you were wrong first, you shouldn’t have touched Lily, I was dizzy with anger so…” I sneered, just about to speak. Lily suddenly rushed in at the door, crying and about to kneel. “Sister Celia, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have fallen for President Sterling, destroying your relationship, sorry! Really sorry!” “I don’t blame you for finding me, I shouldn’t have existed, I will schedule surgery tomorrow to remove the baby, return President Sterling to you.” “I just love President Sterling too much, feelings are uncontrollable…” Julian stood up immediately, threw away my hand, hugged Lily distressedly. “Lily, this isn’t your fault, give birth to the little treasure well, no one will make it difficult for you.” I looked at Lily’s clumsy performance, feeling only disgusting. Next second, Julian pulled me up, dragged me out of bed to stand in front of Lily. “Celia, apologize to Lily.” I looked at the man beside me in disbelief. “I apologize to her? I was beaten skin open flesh split not enough? Why should I apologize to a mistress!” My knee was kicked hard, I knelt on the ground instantly. “I give you one last chance, you must apologize.” I gritted my teeth, “What if I don’t.” Julian sneered, pinched my chin threatening: “I remember your early dead mom is buried in the back mountain, dead without even a tombstone, how about I move her grave?” My pupils shook. “You dare touch my mom, I won’t let you go!” “Whether I touch her or not depends on you.” I lowered my head to Lily in humiliation, palms pinched bleeding. “Sorry, I apologize to you, I shouldn’t make it difficult for you…” Lily covered her mouth, triumph flashed in her eyes. “Sister Celia, I don’t blame you. President Sterling is always afraid I’ll be wronged, making it hard for you, I should be the one apologizing, cough cough.” She coughed violently after speaking, causing Julian anxiety. “What happened? Asthma again? I’ll take you to the doctor.” He picked up Lily horizontally, passed me and left with big strides. I was covered in whip wounds, maintained the kneeling posture for a long time unable to get up. Long time later, I dragged my numb legs climbing onto the bed with difficulty. Tears dripped into palms, heart also bleeding with whip wounds. Chapter 4 I stayed in the hospital for three days, Julian only came to the ward again on the last day. I learned from Lily’s Moments (social media) that he guarded her every step these days. Didn’t even have time to see me once. “Celia, you haven’t been pregnant for five years, I will raise the child in Lily’s belly for you.” I paused, subconsciously touched my belly. “I don’t have the habit of raising other people’s children yet.” He walked over wanting to hug me, I turned my head to avoid. “You suffered grievance in this matter, I will compensate you.” I took out the divorce agreement prepared long ago, tapped the signature place. “In that case, sign this compensation agreement.” Just as he was about to turn over to look carefully, Lily’s call interrupted his movement. “Julian, the baby in the belly is making trouble again.” “I’m coming right away.” He signed quickly, rushing to leave again. “I’ll have the driver send you back later.” I breathed a sigh of relief, sent the divorce agreement to the lawyer. “Ms. Celia, the divorce certificate will be mailed to you by express then.” I went home to pack things with peace of mind. But when I opened the drawer storing bracelets, a cat’s corpse fell out. “Ah!” I was scared out of my wits, fell to the ground. At this time, the sound of the door opening downstairs rang, I panicked wanting to call for help. Julian pulled open the bedroom door, followed by a terrified Lily. “Donut!” “Celia! Why did you kill my cat! It’s just a small animal!” I was stunned on the spot, finally reacted. “It’s you…” Julian’s eyes split, raised his hand and slapped me hard several times. He still felt not relieved, kicked me hard several times. “Celia! What a vicious heart! Even a cat you want to harm, is the next step harming the child in Lily’s belly!” “Not me, I didn’t…” I defended subconsciously, severe pain came from the kicked belly. “My chi…” I was soon in too much pain to speak. In Julian’s eyes, it was guilty acquiescence. “Someone, drag the Madam to the basement!” I opened my eyes in horror, the Sterling family’s basement is a place specially for handling enemies, things below are more terrifying than the Shi family’s. Fear deep in the bone marrow since childhood almost swallowed me. I kept kneeling and begging for mercy, “Sorry, I was wrong, don’t lock me in the basement! I beg you!” I was almost dragged into the basement, blood flowing from under me along the way. Countless torture tools whipped my body, my fingers were forcibly clamped broken. The second day locked in the basement, Lily appeared at the door. Face full of triumph, tone contemptuous. “The little bastard in your belly should be gone, I knew you were pregnant long ago, do you like the gift specially sent to you?” I used my remaining strength to spit at her fiercely. Lily stood up in disgust. “Since you are not afraid of death, then stay well, I wait to collect your corpse.” She took out a box, threw it into the basement. Dozens of rats scrambled out, quickly surrounding me. “Ah!” When I was desperate, the basement was opened again. A tall figure picked me up, familiar embrace made me feel at ease. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you away.” … “Mr. Sterling, Madam has been locked in for three days, want to let her out?” Julian lowered his head drinking a sip of hot tea. “What does the doctor attending her say?” Assistant paused a second, somewhat embarrassed. “Mr. Sterling, didn’t you send that doctor to check Ms. Lu’s fetus later?” Julian’s hand shook, tea cup fell to the ground, shattered. He got up quickly, ran straight to the basement.

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At the Vanderbilt family’s gala, my husband’s childhood sweetheart rushed in, clothes disheveled: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, you must seek justice for me! Lucia’s brother forced himself on me, I can’t live anymore!” “My innocence is ruined, I have no face to marry Young Master Vanderbilt!” Guests around whispered, calling my brother a horny dog, blaming me for failing to teach him. My husband Gavin Sterling looked heartbroken, shielding Sharon: “Lucia, you know how important Sharon is to the Vanderbilts, yet you let your brother do such a bast*rd thing.” “We can’t afford to offend the Vanderbilts. If your brother is a man, he should come out and take responsibility. Even if Old Man Vanderbilt cripples him, I will support him for life.” Seeing Old Man Vanderbilt looking at me with killing intent, I smiled. Because my brother, really isn’t a man. Chapter 1 Old Man Vanderbilt looked at me and spoke in a deep voice: “Girl, I need an explanation.” I was not panicked at all: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, actually my brother…” Before I finished, Gavin pushed me away: “Lucia, it’s useless to argue now. Hand over your brother Luka immediately!” “Let him break his own hands in front of Grandpa Vanderbilt to apologize, otherwise don’t blame me for ignoring our marriage!” Guests attending the gala today were all big shots in Manhattan. Now they looked at me with faces full of contempt. “The Lu family is an academic family, parents are professors, how did they raise such a shameless beast.” “Young Master Vanderbilt has intellectual disabilities, only clings to Sharon the caregiver. Grandpa Vanderbilt just announced Sharon would marry into the family, and this happened.” “I think the Lu family is done. The brother caused such trouble, will the Vanderbilts let him go?” Sharon cried even harder, trembling in Gavin’s arms: “Gavin, my innocence is gone, how can I face Young Master Vanderbilt…” She cried while looking at Old Man Vanderbilt. Old Man Vanderbilt’s face instantly darkened: “Lu girl, your brother did such an ugly thing in my house, you must give me an explanation!” Gavin immediately spoke for me with righteousness: “Grandpa, rest assured, I, Gavin Sterling, will never shield him!” “Although Luka is my brother-in-law, he committed such an unforgivable crime. I’ll have someone break his hands right now, chop off that harmful thing to apologize!” I raised my eyebrows, looking at Sharon: “Sharon, are you sure it was my brother who forced you?” Sharon shook, voice suddenly rising: “Sister Lucia, what do you mean? Would I use my own innocence to frame him?” “He is so strong, I couldn’t escape no matter how I struggled. This was my first time, meant for Young Master Vanderbilt!” Saying this, she ripped open her collar violently. Ambiguous red marks on her neck, and bruises, shocking to see. “I failed the Vanderbilt’s cultivation, but Luka is a beast worse than an animal!” Gavin immediately took off his jacket, wrapping her in his arms: “Lucia, enough! Sharon has been harmed like this by your brother, what are you still suspecting?” “I say it one last time, hand over Luka! Or we are done!” The crowd also started buzzing: “What does she mean? Would Sharon wrong her brother?” “I think she just wants to deny it! Hand over that beast quickly! Scum like this should be cut into a thousand pieces!” I really laughed, under everyone’s gaze. Directly dialed my brother’s phone and put it on speaker. “Since you are so sure, let my brother come over personally, we confront face to face.” “I want to see how he was worse than a beast to you.” But the phone rang for a long time without connecting. I couldn’t help wondering. Something like this happened, everyone is in the hall, where did this kid run off to? Gavin spoke immediately: “Your brother knows what bast*rd thing he did, fleeing from sin?” “Lucia, do you siblings have any shame left!” I looked at Gavin’s face eager to clear relations, my heart cold. Married for three years, he always had Sharon, this childhood sweetheart, in his heart. I wasn’t unaware. But Sharon is the person designated by the Vanderbilts, and my marriage with Gavin was also mutual affection. If he was unwilling, he could have said it earlier. Why push my brother to death? “Gavin Sterling, you are more anxious to convict my brother than a judge.” “He is a living person, where can he run on Vanderbilt turf?” I paused, tone changed, voice cold: “Or, you wish my brother ran away?” Gavin was stunned by my words, then veins popped out: “Lucia! Still stubborn at death’s door! This is the Vanderbilt house, not a place you can act wild!” “Since you can’t contact that beast, don’t blame me for being rude!” He turned to Old Man Vanderbilt, actually kneeling down directly: “Grandpa, it’s my Sterling family’s misfortune to marry such an ungrateful woman, and cause such a scandal.” “To give Sharon justice, and give the Vanderbilts an explanation, I apply to use Vanderbilt bodyguards to search the whole city for Luka!” “Once caught, break his legs directly, throw him into the sea to feed fish!” Hearing this, Sharon’s crying became more shrill: “Gavin, but Luka has a knife, he threatened me with a knife!” Bruises on her wrist revealed, and blood marks cut by a knife. Surroundings immediately accused: “Armed assault too? The Lu family looks decent, secretly raising such an anti-social lunatic.” “President Sterling is unlucky too, having such a brother-in-law, but exterminating relatives for righteousness makes a real man!” Old Man Vanderbilt immediately waved to a group of bodyguards at the door: “Seal the banquet hall, mobilize all hands, find that beast Luka for me!” Dozens of bodyguards took orders immediately. Gavin stood up from the ground, looking at me with pleasure: “Lucia, when I catch your beast brother, I will cripple him personally, let him know the price of touching Sharon!” I looked at Gavin’s hideous face, slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. Picked up a glass of red wine, gently shaking: “Sure, I’ll wait here.” “But Gavin, how about a bet?” Gavin frowned: “What trick do you want to play?” I sipped the wine: “If my brother is innocent, I want you to kneel down in front of everyone, kowtow 100 times, and then leave with nothing!” Gavin laughed out loud immediately: “Where does your brother get innocence? Are the injuries on Sharon fake? Is the humiliation she suffered fake?” Sharon also interjected sobbing: “Sister Lucia, I know you love your brother, but facts are in front of you, you can’t deny.” “Or are you jealous I’m marrying into the Vanderbilts, so deliberately let your brother ruin my innocence?” Hearing Sharon, Gavin’s eyes became colder: “Fine! I bet with you!” “If Luka is innocent, I, Gavin Sterling, leave with nothing, kowtow and apologize!” “But if Luka indeed forced Sharon, I want your brother to break his own limbs and get out of the city!” I put down the wine glass, clapped my hands: “Deal.” “Hope President Sterling’s knees later can be as hard as your mouth.” Just then, a lazy voice came from the door: “Yo, so lively? Heard someone wants to cripple me?” Chapter 2 Everyone’s eyes turned to the door in unison. A handsome guy with silver hair walked in. Seeing the comer, Gavin’s eyes instantly spewed anger: “Luka, you beast, dare to come back! Take him down!” Several bodyguards were about to pounce. “Hold on!” I shouted sternly, standing up: “Person is here, words not clear yet, who dares to move?” Old Man Vanderbilt also raised his hand, signaling bodyguards to pause. My brother casually flipped his hair. Many socialites on the scene stared straight, whispering: “Lucia’s brother is so handsome? Sharon got lucky, if it were me, I’d take initiative…” “Pui! This is a rapist, what use is good looks! Worse than an animal!” My brother ignored Gavin’s murderous gaze, walked to my side: “Sis, I just went to buy your favorite chestnut cake, the line was a bit long.” “Coming back, why does it feel like everyone wants to eat people?” My heart warmed, looking at Sharon: “Sharon, look carefully again, the person who forced you is really my brother?” Sharon immediately pointed at my brother screaming: “It’s him! He dragged me into the lounge, tore my clothes, and said even if he killed me no one dared to do anything to him!” “Grandpa Vanderbilt, you must decide for me! Look at Luka’s arrogant look, no remorse at all!” My brother blinked, looking at me innocently: “Sis, what is she saying? Why don’t I understand.” Just then, a man was pushed in by the butler. It was the Young Master Vanderbilt with intellectual impairment, Charlie. “Sharon, belly, baby…” Speaking vaguely, slurring words. Everyone didn’t understand, wanted to ask. Old Man Vanderbilt also stepped forward anxiously. But seeing Young Master Vanderbilt, Sharon’s face turned resolute immediately: “Luka ruined my innocence! My belly might even carry your bastard seed!” “I have no face to see Young Master Vanderbilt! I won’t live!” Finished, Sharon smashed her head against the pillar nearby. A muffled sound, blood dripping. The whole banquet hall was in chaos. “First ruined innocence, now forcing Sharon to death, these Lu siblings are too cruel!” Old Man Vanderbilt ordered, bodyguards immediately pinned my brother on the ground. Stimulated by Sharon’s blood, Gavin’s eyes were red. He stood up abruptly, carrying a baseball bat and rushing over: “Luka, you harmed Sharon like this, today I want blood for blood!” He raised the baseball bat. Aiming at my brother’s crotch and smashing down! At the critical moment, I pounced over without hesitation. The bat hit my back, I couldn’t control vomiting a mouthful of blood. Gavin’s voice fierce: “Lucia what are you doing! Originally this beast breaks his hands to apologize to Vanderbilts, for your face I would support him for life!” “But now you are as obsessive as him, don’t blame me for being cruel!” Sharon also stood up clutching her head with everyone’s help: “Gavin forget it, it’s me unclean unworthy of Young Master Vanderbilt, I should die…” People around accused one after another: “Still shielding brother till now, Lucia is hopeless!” “President Sterling did his best, I think just beat that beast to death!” My brother broke free, holding me voice trembling: “Sis, are you okay? Don’t scare me!” I wiped the corner of my mouth, straightened up: “Gavin Sterling, you are so anxious to kill and silence, could it be you are the one messing with Sharon?” Gavin panicked immediately: “Lucia, what nonsense are you talking about!” “To exonerate your brother, you dare splash dirty water on me!” Saying this, he slapped my face! My brother blocked in front of me, kicked him. “Brother-in-law, you mean I forced Sharon?” “Even if I’m blind, I wouldn’t fancy such a thing, right?” Sharon’s face was pale, trembling voice shouted: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, he not only ruined my innocence, but also humiliated me in public! How can I live!” Gavin ignored pain, hugged Sharon: “Sharon, don’t do stupid things! Not worth it for such scum!” “Grandpa Vanderbilt, please preside justice! I want him to pay with life on spot!” Charlie beside was scared shaking non-stop. Old Man Vanderbilt’s face also darkened: “Lu girl, facts are facts, you broke my Vanderbilt rules, should know consequences.” “Someone, break Luka’s limbs, throw to feed dogs!” Seeing bodyguards surrounding again. I looked at Sharon: “You keep saying my brother forced you right?” Sharon looked grief-stricken: “Yes! He is a beast, pervert! He tortured me in bed for a full hour!” “Injuries on my body are evidence! Sister Lucia, don’t think about denying!” I nodded, looked at everyone around: “Everyone heard? Sharon admitted personally, my brother forced her.” Everyone looked at each other, confused: “Isn’t this nonsense? What does Lucia mean, scared silly?” I smiled, turned and walked to my brother. He looked at me in horror, shaking head desperately backing up. I ignored, ripped open his clothes. Everyone looked over in confusion, all frozen on spot. As the zipper opened. A black chest binder revealed inside. Luka looked helpless. Chapter 3 Everyone stared at the black chest binder exposed by Luka, momentarily dazed. Sharon screamed sharply: “This vest… isn’t this mine!” “Luka you pervert! Not only forced me, but stole my underwear! How long have you coveted me!” “No wonder I felt someone peeping when changing in the lounge today, turns out it was you!” “You rushed in and attacked me while I was changing!” This stunned the whole venue: “Oh my god, Luka is a pervert with special fetishes?” “Stealing women’s clothes to wear, too disgusting!” Gavin looked at me angrily: “Lucia, what else do you have to say now!” “Do you know Sharon is chosen by the Vanderbilts, she is Young Master Vanderbilt’s fiancée!” “And your brother is a complete pervert! Witnesses and evidence are here, what else do you want to argue!” He roared, raising that baseball bat again: “If I don’t beat this beast to death today, my name isn’t Sterling!” “Enough!” Always silent Old Man Vanderbilt finally spoke. He thumped his cane heavily, the whole banquet hall quieted down. “Lu girl, I originally respected your parents having some dealings with my family, leaving you some dignity.” “But you siblings, repeatedly challenge my family’s bottom line.” “On my turf, ruined the person my family chose, and dare to be so rampant!” “If your Lu family doesn’t pay the price today, where is my face!” He waved his hand, dozens of bodyguards surrounded in unison, all looking unkind. “Someone, cripple this beast’s limbs for me!” “As for Lucia, arrest her too!” Gavin looked at me sneering. Sharon covered her mouth hiding a smile, but still fake sobbing. I sneered in my heart. Look at my good husband of three years, for his childhood sweetheart, wishing to grind us siblings to dust. “Do it!” Old Man Vanderbilt issued the final order. Bodyguards were about to step forward. I blocked in front of my brother. “Wait.” I looked around the venue. In everyone’s gaze watching a show, I spoke slowly: “Don’t rush, everyone.” “The good show, just started.” Finished, without waiting for reaction. I reached out fiercely, grabbing the hand of a rich young lady closest to me. That lady was watching the drama with champagne. Scared by me screaming: “Ah! What are you doing!” I ignored her scream, pulling her hand. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, pressed it on Luka’s chest. The lady’s scream stopped abruptly. Face full of astonishment, then looked at Luka doubtfully. Even squeezed subconsciously. Next second, she screamed to the whole venue: “Luka is a girl!” Chapter 4 The originally noisy banquet hall quieted down instantly. That rich lady seemed to confirm, boldly touched again. Then face flushed red: “Really… really a girl!” Words out, uproar. Gavin’s hideous face froze, hand holding bat stopped in mid-air. Sharon roared with twisted face: “Impossible!” “You are lying! You colluded to cheat!” “He clearly has so much strength, dragged me into the room, how could be a girl!” She ignored image, rushed to Luka wanting to strip his clothes. The moment Sharon’s hand touched Luka’s chest. She froze. Then trembled violently, stumbling back several steps. “No… this is impossible!” “How could this be…” She muttered, eyes drifting, daring not look at people around. Gavin looked at the indifferent Luka. Then sneered: “Lucia, to exonerate your brother, you really spent big capital.” “Such lies come open mouth? But I Gavin Sterling am not a fool!” “I watched Luka grow up, how could he suddenly become a woman?” Gavin threw the bat, strode forward. “I want to see what tricks you siblings are playing!” Saying he grabbed viciously at Luka’s chest. He really doesn’t treat us as human. But Luka glanced at him with disgust, then kicked him. Gavin flew out, knocking over a row of champagne towers. Wine splashed, glass shattered. Gavin clutched his stomach, face twisted in pain. “Brother-in-law, don’t touch me with your dirty hands.” “Disgusting.” Luka stood straight, looked around. “Since everyone is so curious, I might as well say it straight.” “I, Luka, am indeed a woman.” “We are not brother and sister, we are sisters.” At this moment, the venue was silent. I walked to Luka, held her cold hand, looking at the embarrassed Gavin on the ground. “Gavin, didn’t you always want to know why?” “When Luka was little, health was bad, sick every other day.” “The psychic said, treat her as a boy to grow up safely.” “Parents were skeptical, but for Luka, they did it.” “Strange to say, since becoming a boy, Luka’s health really improved.” “This disguise lasted more than twenty years.” I looked at Luka, eyes hot: “Later grew up, I said you can be a girl again.” “But this silly girl said, being a man is good.” “Being a man can protect sister, no one dares to bully our Lu family.” Luka held my hand back, smiling brilliantly at me: “Sis, I said I would protect you.” “Whoever dares to bully you, I kill him.” Socialites around listened stunned. “Omg, this is too touching…” “This is true sisterhood!” “To be honest, she looks so cool in women’s clothes, if not for today, I really couldn’t tell she’s a woman…” Old Man Vanderbilt’s face changed unpredictably: “Lu girl, is what you said true?” I was neither humble nor arrogant: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, true or false, check and see?” “Vanderbilt family should have many female relatives right? Or female doctors.” “Take down to check, truth will be out.” Old Man Vanderbilt pondered, nodded: “Take a few agile maids, call family doctor over.” “Take Lu… Miss Lu Second to inner room for check.” Luka shrugged indifferently: “Sure, check whatever.” Passing Gavin, she stopped specially. Looking down at the man still retching. “Brother-in-law, was that kick comfortable?” “If not checked out I’m a man, your 100 loud kowtows, must be loud.” Luka was taken down. Atmosphere in banquet hall became weird. No one dared to speak loud, but everyone exchanged eyes crazily. Sharon now shrunk beside Gavin, trembling all over. “Brother Gavin what to do, I clearly felt he was male…” Gavin recovered a breath, propped himself up. “Don’t fear, Sharon.” “Even if appearance can deceive, some things can’t be deceived.” “I watched Luka grow up, how could he be a woman, this is their delaying tactic.” “When facts confirmed, I make Lucia get out of our family, then make Luka apologize to you!” Gavin’s voice not small, many around heard. I sat on sofa, sipped wine, chuckled too. “Some people dirty inside, see everything dirty.” “Instead of splashing dirty water here, better think how to bend your noble knees later.” Gavin snorted: “Lucia, don’t be proud too early.” “If checked out your brother is a man, I not only cripple him, but make you kneel before Sharon, lick her shoes!” I shook the glass: “Okay, I wait.” But Sharon panicked a bit. Eyes kept looking at inner room direction. After all if Luka really is a woman, what she did in Vanderbilt house today will make her suffer. Finally. Inner room door opened. Maids entered just now walked out. Followed by family doctor. Finally Luka. Everyone’s eyes focused on that family doctor. That’s Vanderbilt’s royal doctor, highly reputable in city, impossible to be bribed. Old Man Vanderbilt asked deeply: “How is it?” Doctor looked at report in hand, then at Luka. Tone very certain: “Reporting to Grandpa.” “Check confirmed correct.” “Miss Luka, is genuine female.” “Physiological characteristics completely normal.”

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After the Sterling family fell, Uncle Julian was diagnosed with ALS. I resigned from my commission, borrowed from loan sharks, and shouldered the heavy burden of Uncle Julian’s remaining life alone. For five years, Beaten by debt collectors until my ribs cracked, I couldn’t bear to buy painkillers. Fainted from exhaustion on the way to work, I couldn’t bear to rest. Every penny was used to extend Uncle Julian’s life. Until I was working as a waitress in a five-star hotel, I saw Uncle Julian, who should have been sitting in a wheelchair waiting for me to come home, Wearing a crisp military uniform, epaulets shining, chatting and laughing leisurely with old subordinates. “General Sterling, you’ve been faking this ALS for five years. Sarah is almost drained dry trying to cure you. Is this punishment enough?” Uncle Julian scoffed lightly, “About enough. If Sarah hadn’t been so willful, unable to tolerate Lily, causing her depression, I wouldn’t have used faking bankruptcy and terminal illness to grind her temper.” “Lily transferred to the D.C. base to gild her resume, her mood is finally better, and she agreed to forgive Sarah.” “In a while, I’ll have the medical team arrange a ‘miracle recovery’. Sarah can return to the unit. having suffered enough, she should be sensible now.” The subordinate hesitated, “ALS is terminal, how can it recover? Will Sarah believe it?” Uncle Julian smiled confidently, “That silly girl, raised by me since childhood, which word of mine doesn’t she believe?” “Lily is a fallen hero’s orphan, sensitive. Sarah as the older sister should yield more. I’m doing this for her own good. Later… I will compensate her.” I lowered my head, tears falling silently. But Uncle, we have no “later.” Your terminal illness is fake. But mine, is real. Chapter 1 The cold wind outside the window scraped against my body, freezing. I was like a senseless puppet, fixed in place, enduring the slow slicing of my faith collapsing over five years. Every cut brought out dripping flesh and blood. Uncle’s comrade-in-arms Lincoln sighed: “I have to say, you are really cruel. That’s the child you raised yourself, the youngest ace sniper in the base. Resigned just because you said so, only in her early twenties, already worn out like an old woman. A few days ago, to scrape together money for your imported medicine, she was short eight hundred dollars and came to borrow from me.” Uncle’s face darkened immediately: “Did you lend it?” Lincoln shook his head helplessly: “You gave a death order, how would I dare? That girl stood at my dorm door all afternoon, fainted from low blood sugar, I didn’t dare help. Finally woke up, walked away holding the wall herself.” What Lincoln didn’t say was, that day, I put my service pistol to my temple. I said, Uncle Lincoln, there’s one bullet left in the chamber, if you don’t lend it, I’ll pull the trigger. Medicine cut off for seven days, Uncle coughed up blood foam from his lungs. But Lincoln just red-eyed, gritted his teeth and disarmed me, pushing me out like a plague god. Turns out, he didn’t want to lend, he couldn’t. Uncle snorted coldly: “Listen clearly. Before Lily returns from D.C. recuperation, no one is allowed to help Sarah. Whether she kneels, begs, or even dies in front of you, don’t look twice.” “Lily has a heavy heart, depression just improved. This five-year ‘punishment’ for Sarah cannot be one day less. Whoever upsets Lily, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Dead silence in the private room. Someone reminded awkwardly: “General, aren’t you afraid Sarah will be heartbroken if she knows the truth?” Voice just fell, Uncle sneered: “Heartbroken? I raised her, I gave her life, what is this little grievance? Lily is different, she has no kin, suffered so much, it’s only right I treat her well.” His gaze swept over the room: “Words today, if one sentence drifts to Sarah’s ears out of this door, don’t blame me for not considering old feelings.” I leaned against the cold wall, limbs numb. Turns out, the five years I risked my life for were just a carefully arranged punishment. My future, my honor, just needed Lily to frown slightly, to become a light “only right” in Uncle’s mouth. I wanted to laugh, but a rusty bloody taste surged in my throat. Phone rang in the private room, footsteps approached the door. I had no time to hide, turned in panic, and bumped into the manager delivering wine. The bottle of military special supply white liquor on the tray shattered. Manager’s face changed drastically, slapped my face. Door opened, Uncle walked out quickly, didn’t even look here, opened his arms directly, catching the pouncing Lily. “Why came back yourself? Didn’t we agree Uncle would pick you up?” Lily laughed crisply: “I missed Uncle! Giving you a surprise!” Wearing a mask, I knelt on the cold marble floor, less than a meter away from them. Red eyes stung by the brilliant diamonds on Lily’s watch. Any diamond on that circle was enough for Uncle’s imported medicine for three months. Manager stepped forward apologetically: “General Sterling, really sorry… this wine, broken by this idiot.” Black military boots stopped in front of me. Uncle frowned impatiently: “Enough.” He pointed at me: “Since you broke it, clean this carpet with your hands. If Lily steps on half a shard, you swallow them piece by piece.” I knelt down, palm pressing the carpet moving slowly. Broken glass pierced skin, leaving fine blood marks. Lily hissed lightly, holding Uncle’s arm: “Uncle, my feet are sore.” “Delicate. I’ll carry you out, it’s dirty here.” Black military boots stepped over the back of my hand, left without pausing. I knelt on the spot, looking at the bloody palm, suddenly laughed low. Tears mixed with warm liquid gushing from nose dropped together. Manager jumped: “What’s wrong with you? Bleeding so much?” I stood up stumbling, wiped my face randomly with sleeve. Cuff instantly dyed red. “Maybe… dying soon.” Ignoring his stunned expression, I turned around, letting blood drops drag into a broken red line behind me, moving out step by step. Chapter 2 Pushing open the house door, the sound of porcelain breaking came from the kitchen. Uncle was struggling to prop up his body with arms, trying to climb up from the overturned wheelchair. Seeing me, he paused, lowered his head, eyes quickly red: “Sarah… Uncle just wanted to warm a glass of milk for you… I’m so useless… just a cripple…” He spoke slurrinly, drool spilling from corner of mouth, matched with trembling hands and desperate eyes, looking exactly like an ALS patient tortured by pain for years. I suddenly remembered, before “diagnosis,” Uncle had severe mysophobia. He, who wiped his pistol three times a day, military uniform without a wrinkle, could act this sloppy painful drama for five years for Lily. At this moment, I almost wanted to cut open his chest to see if his heart was made of stone. Seeing me silent, he slumped his shoulders dejectedly: “Sarah… do you despise Uncle being dirty? You go… leave me alone…” I walked over silently, righted the wheelchair, helped him up. Turned to fetch warm water, wiping stains for him. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, gaze landing on my bloody palm: “How did this happen? Who hurt you?” I stared at the fake anxiety in his eyes: “Hurt by someone who looks very much like Uncle.” “At the Grand Hotel.” Uncle tightened his jawline abruptly. I smiled again: “But I know that wasn’t Uncle. Uncle would never lie to me, right?” Uncle dodged my gaze: “Of course. Sarah is the most important person to Uncle, I will never lie to you.” I suppressed the soreness in my eyes, turned to push him out of the kitchen. Served dinner, living room empty. Bedroom door ajar, low voice came from inside: “Lily be good, Uncle prepared a big surprise for you tomorrow, celebrating your birthday personally.” On the phone, Lily’s voice delicate: “But tomorrow… is also sister’s birthday. Uncle not accompanying her, will she be sad?” “Silly girl. You are Uncle’s most important treasure. Sarah stopped celebrating birthdays long ago, used to it.” Lily cheered: “I knew Uncle treats me best!” I stood at the door for a long time. Finally, silently untied the apron, turned and left. When Uncle pushed the wheelchair out, the room was empty. A bowl of noodle soup on the table, and an imported pill wrapped in foil. Usually at this time, I went out for night shift. My bloodless face flashed in his mind, the hideous wound on palm, and that spine so thin it seemed to snap at a touch… An inexplicable panic suddenly seized his heart. He picked up the phone, quickly dialed a number. Next day, military hospital. I took Uncle for re-examination. Attending doctor looked excited: “Ms. Song! A research institute in D.C. has a special drug, miraculous for ALS! I fought for a trial spot for General Sterling!” Compared to his excitement, I just asked calmly: “How high is recovery probability?” “Over eighty percent!” Uncle red-eyed cooperatively: “Sarah… Uncle can get better… can continue to accompany you…” I pulled corner of mouth, revealing a very faint smile: “If only one can live between me and Uncle. No matter when, I hope the one surviving, is you.” Uncle stunned, frowning tight: “What nonsense! We will both live well. When Uncle recovers, returns to unit, you are still the proudest sniper in the base—” But this “pride,” I don’t want anymore. Along with Uncle, don’t want anymore. Doctor asked me out of office with excuse “complex examination process.” I knew, this was just an excuse to send me away. I stood at the corridor corner, watching Uncle quickly change out of patient gown, walking steadily into elevator. Downstairs, that familiar black sedan with military plates waited long ago. I withdrew my gaze silently, turned into another clinic at the end of corridor. “Ms. Song, your brain tumor has compressed major nerves, lost surgery opportunity.” Doctor sighed heavily, “If half a month ago… maybe there was hope. Probably… just these two days. Say goodbye to family properly.” I sat quietly for a long time, then nodded slowly. “After I die, please cremate me directly. Ashes… please send to West Mountain military family compound, give to Major General Julian Sterling.” Leaving only money on me, I walked out of hospital. Phone screen lit up, a new message popped up: [Come to family compound to see.] Sender was Lily. I hailed a taxi to West Mountain family compound. Five years, the single-family villa in military compound I thought changed owner long ago, now brilliantly lit, decorated like a fairy tale castle. Guests filled the door, clothes fragrant shadows. Lily wore a small diamond crown, white haute couture gauze dress, holding Uncle’s arm tightly. Surrounded by crowd, they stood before a six-layer cake. She put palms together, voice sweet: “My wish is to become Uncle’s only little princess, forever and ever.” Uncle smiled, taking out a deep blue velvet square box from military uniform pocket. The moment box opened. My whole body’s blood, seemed to freeze instantly. That was a pair of emerald bracelets. Said to be handed down in Sterling family for generations, only for Sterling daughter-in-law. On my eighteenth birthday, Uncle put it in my palm: “Sarah, whether you willing to accept Uncle or not, you are always the most precious little princess in my heart.” I once valued it more than life. In hardest times, guarded it desperately. Now, that pair of gentle emerald bracelets, resized thinner, engraved with new name inside, Lily. Amidst applause of blessing, Uncle solemnly put them on Lily’s slender wrists. “My little princess, congratulations, wish came true.” Chapter 3 I don’t know how I left that dazzling light. Phone vibrated continuously in pocket. [Actually at Grand Hotel, I recognized you, Sister.] [Saw clearly? Bracelet is mine, Uncle is mine too.] [You look like… an unwanted wild dog, so pitiful.] [Living so failed, better die right? Heehee.] [By the way, I asked Uncle to prepare a ‘birthday gift’ for you, please… enjoy well.] I wandered on cold streets like a wandering ghost all day. When night fell, returned to the rented old tenement building. Then, I understood what Lily meant by “gift.” Door wide open. Room like swept by storm. Uncle was pressed on ground with hands tied back, brand new military uniform covered in dust. He struggled, neck veins bulging. “Little girl, long time no see.” Leader man chewing toothpick, “This month’s money, should be paid right?” My face pale: “All debts, I clearly paid off.” “Paid off?” Man sneered, stepping on Uncle’s back, “I say not paid off, then not paid off. What, don’t want to give? Then see your precious Uncle, how many sticks can he take?” “Sarah… don’t mind me! Go! Quick go! Let them beat me to death… anyway I’m a useless person…” Exact same words. These five years, I heard countless times. I closed eyes tiredly. They “forced debt” countless times, but never really hurt Uncle a bit. And I, to protect this person who deceived me deeply, broke ribs, lamed leg, almost hollowed out everything of myself. Throat tasted rusty sweet. I asked hoarsely: “You… what exactly do you want?” Man looked me up and down, eyes contemptuous: “You crawl under our crotches one by one, bark three times like a dog for each. Today’s money, treat as us watching a show.” “No! Sarah! Cannot crawl!” Uncle roared, eyes red, struggling to get up, but pressed dead. I pulled corner of mouth numbly. Last weak flame in heart, poof, extinguished. “Okay.” I heard my own voice, terribly calm, “Since this is what you wish, consider it even.” Words clearly said to those men, but Uncle looked up sharply, a trace of unexpected panic掠過 eyes. But immediately, he remembered his promise to Lily. This is the last “lesson.” As long as Sarah survives, he takes her home, compensate double from now on. He still has a long life to make up. So, he moved gaze away, even, borrowing struggling action, secretly used micro camera hidden in cuff, took picture of me kneeling before men. Sent out. Crowd dispersed. I lay on ground long time before having strength to stand up. Uncle crawled over red-eyed, wanted to sell misery a few words, but after seeing my dead ash eyes, all muted in throat. Next day, doctor came to pick Uncle to D.C. for “special drug” treatment. Before getting in car, he held my hand tight, looking back three times a step: “Sarah, wait for Uncle back. Uncle definitely let you pick up sniper rifle again, be the most dazzling soldier in base. Never let anyone… bully you again.” I smiled, didn’t answer. Just quietly watched vehicle disappear at street end. Then, I bent violently, covering mouth, large amount of blood spilling from fingers. Doctor said, tumor rupture, is death date. Strange. Moment falling, I actually had no fear. Flashbacks in mind, all mottled but warm old times. It was Uncle taking me home from cold martyr cemetery, clumsily tying braids for me; It was my first live fire shooting missing target, he scolded with stern face, turned to stuff milk candy in my pocket secretly; It was when I high fever coma, he stayed by bed all night sleepless, holding my hand, saying over and over “Sarah don’t fear, Uncle here”. He said: “Our Sarah, deserves best of everything in world.” Warm liquid slid over cheek. I trembled fingers covered in blood, clicked phone screen. Used last strength, typed word by word: [Uncle, I’m not waiting for you.] [This life, compensating Sterling family’s raising grace, and Lily’s ‘grievance’. Bury me… beside my parents.] Message sent. I closed eyes weakly. At this time, phone on ground, vibrated crazily. Chapter 4 Just boarded private jet, Lily waiting in cabin pounced like happy bird. “Uncle! Finally can accompany me travel!” She pulled out a thick travel journal, every page pasted photos and ticket stubs, densely stamped with memorial stamps from all over world. That was Lily’s route of “recuperation” past five years. Every place, Uncle arranged top security team, most comfortable itinerary, most luxurious accommodation for her. He gave her reserved doting. But to deceive me, acted five years of dying patient by my side. Squeezed in cramped simple rental with me, eating cheapest food. Watching me take off military uniform personally, for his sky-high “medicine,” running in countless late nights, boiling myself into a skeleton. Now, just because Lily said “want to travel with Uncle,” he wove lies again, leaving me alone in that cold suffocating old house. These five years, He told too many lies, deception seemed instinct. But at this moment, before cabin door closed, that figure he glimpsed last unexpectedly crashed into heart. Heart suddenly pricked. Sharp pain. “Uncle? Why ignoring me?” Lily pouted, eyes red instantly, “If reluctant to leave sister, you can go back now… anyway I’m latecomer, sister hates me, you… you dislike me too, all should be…” Such words, Julian heard countless times. Every time, would make him feel pity, compensate double. But this time, brows locked tight, unprecedentedly didn’t comfort gently immediately. Lily is late subordinate’s daughter, grew up in military compound with us. Father died on duty, mother died of illness soon, Uncle saw her lonely, processed adoption. Raising two girls same time, burden on Uncle heavier. To not distract Uncle, I forced myself to limit, training, studying, only want to be his pride, not burden. But Lily at that time, fearing losing this hard-won “reliance,” actually secretly photographed draft of confidential document involving exercise adjustment in Uncle’s study, sent to competitor eyeing his position. That day, I caught in act outside study, blood rushed up, raised hand to hit. Slap not fallen, wrist grabbed tight by hurried back Uncle. He only saw my face twisted by anger, and Lily shrinking shoulders, crying like pear blossom in rain: “Sister… I know Uncle loves me you uncomfortable… but this document really not moved by me… if you insist wronging me, I… I willing accept any investigation, even military court…” That unfallen slap, finally turned into a crisp slap on my face by Uncle. Coldness and disappointment in his eyes, like ice pick quenched in poison. “Song Sarah, look at yourself, any look of soldier family left? You make me too cold hearted.” That was first time he hit me. Also from that time, scale tilted completely. Lily cried, it’s me narrow minded, can’t tolerate people. Lily emotional left home, it’s me crowding forcing. Lily “depression” attack, it’s me verbal stimulation. Later Sterling family “fell,” Lily sent abroad “recuperation” first time. At that time me, still naively thought, ten years interdependent feelings indestructible. I even secretly rejoiced, as long as no Lily across middle, me and Uncle can always return to past. But reality is head-on cold water, splashing people bone chilling. Lily wasn’t sent away, but properly settled by Uncle, to enjoy freedom and luxury I couldn’t imagine. When I was human sandbag in boxing club for few hundred medicine money, beaten vomiting blood refusing to fall; She complained private coach not professional enough in Alps ski resort. Julian silenced for long time. Only engine low roar in cabin. Many scenes deliberately ignored by him, now uncontrollably surged up— Remembering my eyes shining looking back at him after hundred hits in shooting range; Remembering I saved allowance, secretly buying canned food for stray retired army dogs at compound gate; Remembering me from small to big, except that time to Lily, never showed malice to anyone… And every time my “evil” to Lily, seemed only from Lily’s unilateral accusation. He tugged military uniform collar irritably, Lily’s thin sobbing in ear, only made him feel inexplicable restless now. “No one dislikes you.” He finally spoke, voice a bit dry, “Aren’t I accompanying you out? Later… don’t say such words.” Finally girl loved in heart tip for years, he eased face, preparing to get up, “I get you juice.” Just then, military encrypted phone on side seat, screen lit up suddenly. Phone just picked up, Lily reached snatching over. She pouted, shaking his arm: “Uncle, I’m hungry, you get me some fruit first okay?” Julian thought military affairs temporarily transferred, medical matters arranged properly, should be no urgent matter, nodded, turned to front cabin dining area. When he came back with fruit plate, phone screen already dark. Lily smiled sweetly, handing back phone: “It’s Uncle’s staff sending itinerary confirmation, I helped you reply ‘Received’.” Julian didn’t suspect, gaze cast to boundless cloud sea outside window. Bottom of heart somewhere, inexplicably empty, like missing a piece.

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“Honey, I failed the interview again. Can you cover the mortgage for a few months?” Jason threw his briefcase aside and collapsed颓废ly on the sofa. He has been unemployed for half a year, failing countless interviews. “My salary only covers living expenses, where can I get money for the mortgage?” “Take out your parents’ pension for emergency.” He said it righteously, as if stating a matter of course. To maintain the family’s life, I work during the day and take night shifts, my hands covered in chilblains from the cold. Until a congratulatory text from a securities company popped up on his phone. “Congratulations Mr. Jason, your account profit has exceeded $5 million.” Turns out, he wasn’t unemployed. He achieved financial freedom. His account, $5 million. My pocket, $1,500. Chapter 1 Jason slammed the door and left. I looked at the empty room, my stomach burning. Haven’t eaten all day. The phone vibrated, an overdue mortgage notice from the bank. Mind went blank. Where can I get these $3,000? A voice message popped up on WeChat, it was Jason. I clicked, his voice came from the receiver. “Honey, hold on a bit longer. I have a few promising interviews. Just survive this month, once I get an offer, our good days will come. You must see the big picture, don’t drop the ball now.” I smiled bitterly. For this family, I work as a cashier at a supermarket during the day, and sell hot dogs at the night market at night. Hands covered in chilblains, red and swollen, even starting to ooze. And he, unemployed for half a year, sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day, then plays games, or dresses up like a human to go for interviews like today. I checked all bank cards, adding up to no more than $1,500. This is all I have. I can’t ask my parents for money. They are old, in poor health, that pension is their life-saving money. To scrape together money, I went to the Pawn Shop at the entrance of the community. The owner narrowed his eyes at the item I handed over. That was the dowry my mom gave me, a small gold ring. “Dead pawn, three thousand.” The owner blew a smoke ring, tone waveless. “Can’t, can’t it be a bit more?” My voice was trembling. “Take it or leave it.” I finally signed, taking that $3,000. Just walked out of the pawn shop, mother-in-law called. “Elena! Did you make Jason angry again? Don’t you know he is unemployed at home? Instead of comforting him, you give him attitude, is this how you be a wife?” I held the phone, unable to say a word. “I tell you, if you make my son uncomfortable and don’t serve him well, I’m not done with you!” The phone hung up. Ears buzzing. Heart felt terrible, but no time to think, holding the $3,000 exchanged for the ring, finally paid the mortgage. At night, Jason came back. He collapsed on the sofa with a tired face, “Sigh, failed again, companies nowadays demand too high.” He saw the money on the table, a flash of greed in his eyes, but immediately switched to a distressed expression. “Where did the money come from?” “Borrowed from a friend.” I dared not say I sold the ring. Afraid he would know this opening, and couldn’t stop later. “Mm.” He collected the money as a matter of course, counted it, then stuffed it into his pocket. Then took out a bubble gum from his pocket to me, his eyes shining. “Hard work, wifey, your favorite strawberry lollipop, very sweet, taste it.” “Thank you.” I took it somewhat helplessly, he rarely brings me things. For a moment felt a bit moved, exhaled heavily. Life is hard, but as long as two hearts are together, I can endure. Returning home from the stall, it was already 1 AM. I saw Jason sneaking on the balcony making a call, voice pressed extremely low, couldn’t hear clearly. Seeing me back, he hung up immediately, sighed and walked over. “Honey, you have to think of a way for next month’s mortgage.” “Economy is bad now, jobs are too hard to find.” I subconsciously clenched my hand, chilblains hurting. “I… I really have no way.” Jason walked in and hugged me: “Wifey think of something, I know you are the best.” I nodded stiffly. At night, I lay beside him, looking at his sleeping face. This face, used to be my entire reliance. I told myself, as long as he can pull himself together, the family will be fine. I tucked him in, moved by myself. Thinking I survived another month. I thought, hard days will end. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a nightmare. Chapter 2 Next morning, Jason went to shower, leaving his phone by the bed. I was about to get up, his phone screen suddenly lit up. A text message popped up. From a securities company. “Congratulations Mr. Jason, your account profit has exceeded $5 million, please pay attention to market dynamics.” My brain buzzed, instantly blank. Trembling hands, I picked up his phone. I tried entering his birthday. Error. I tried entering our wedding anniversary. Error. Ghost-driven, I entered his first love’s birthday. Screen unlocked. Heart instantly, cold as ice. I clicked that text, confirmed not a scam. Then, I found that securities APP. Opened it, a string of piercing numbers stabbed into my eyes. Total Assets: $5,201,345.88. Just today’s profit was over thirty thousand. More than I earn setting up a stall for a year. I felt the world spinning, almost unable to stand. I clicked his WeChat. Pinned group chat, named “Single Aristocrats”. I clicked in, saw shocking chat records. Just last night, he sent a two-hundred-dollar red envelope in the group. Someone asked him: “Brother Jason, where did you make a fortune recently?” Jason replied: “What fortune, being a lord at home, served by free nanny, so cool.” A bunch of envious emojis below. Another person said: “Brother Jason awesome, when are you kicking that yellow-faced woman?” Jason sent a proud emoji: “Soon, wait till I squeeze the last bit of oil from her family, then let her roll.” “Heard sister-in-law is setting up a stall to support you recently? So touching.” “Touching my ass, that’s my wife-taming technique. If I didn’t say I was unemployed, would she obediently sell the jewelry her mom gave her to pay my mortgage? Stupid woman, must be treated like this.” My blood, completely cold. I lowered my head, looking at my hands that didn’t look like hands. Where chilblains burst, black blood scabs formed. I clicked Jason’s phone album again. Inside were selfies of him consuming at five-star hotels last week, background gorgeous crystal chandeliers. And his newly bought watch worth tens of thousands. I suddenly remembered, for the past half year, he even asked me for money for a pack of ten-dollar cigarettes. I opened the family billing APP, started checking crazily. During his so-called unemployment, every month there was a transfer record of three thousand dollars. Remark was pocket money. But the recipient, was a WeChat ID completely strange to me. I continued scrolling down. I saw the withdrawal record of the only fixed deposit certificate at home. Fifty thousand. That was what we saved for three years, agreed to keep for future children. Also secretly taken by him. I took out a calculator, calculating one by one. Married for three years, my salary, bonus, stall income, all money subsidizing family, added up to nearly two hundred thousand. And he, behind my back, saved five million two hundred thousand. Water sound in bathroom stopped. I locked the screen quickly, put the phone back, heart pounding. Tears fell uncontrollably, I covered my mouth hard, not letting myself cry out. Jason walked out wrapped in a towel. He didn’t even look at me, walked straight to the bed, complaining: “What the hell, water heater broken again? No hot water at all.” I lowered my head, hiding red swollen eyes with hair. Inside heart, already dead ashes. Burning, only monstrous hatred. Chapter 3 I suppressed the monstrous nausea, brought him a bowl of hot porridge from the kitchen. This was boiled by me waking up at 5 AM using the last bit of rice. Jason smiled satisfied, he stirred with a spoon, steam reddened his eyes. “Wifey, hard work for you.” He took a sip, sighed satisfied, then tears flowed from corner of eyes into mouth. “Blame me for being useless, unable to give you a good life… let you suffer.” I watched him acting quietly. Suddenly, he mentioned that matter again. “By the way, about your parents’ pension, when will you ask?” He lit a cigarette. “I recently knew a friend doing private equity, very high return. You ask your parents to take money out, invest in, double in a year, then we can benefit too.” He not only wants to squeeze me dry, but also lay hands on my parents. Looking at his greedy face, I sneered inside. “Jason,” I opened mouth tentatively, “If we have money later, what would you do?” He blurted out subconsciously: “Have money? Of course change…” He stopped abruptly, looked at me alertly, changed words: “Change to a big house.” One word, already exposed all his thoughts. Change wife. “Okay, I promise you.” I lowered head, pretending obedience, “But my parents, thinking relatively conservative, give me a few days, I persuade slowly.” “Knew wifey is the best.” Jason smiled satisfied, thinking I was completely controlled by him. I used excuse to go to work, first thing was returning to that pawn shop. “Boss, the gold ring pawned day before yesterday, I want to redeem.” Boss lifted eyelids, lazily said: “Late, sent to melt yesterday.” Instantly a sourness surged, I stood on the street, watching people come and go, tears finally burst. For this man, for this family, I gave my everything. In exchange, despised and squeezed by him. Jason, I swear, what you owe me, I want you to pay back thousand, hundred times! I returned to parents’ home. Looking at parents’ gray hair, and their eyes cautiously asking if I have enough money, I was ashamed to show face. I didn’t mention money, just sat with them for a long time. During period, Jason’s life-demanding WeChat messages came one after another. “How is it? Asked?” “Talk nicely to parents, when I find job, I will definitely return this money.” “Later when I earn big money, buy big house for parents!” Looking at those hypocritical promises, I replied three words. “Parents agreed.” Almost instantly, Jason sent a smiley face emoji, and a kiss. Face changing speed, disgusting. Back home at night, Jason unprecedentedly poured me a glass of water. “Wifey hard work.” He leaned in diligently, eyes full of calculation. “When can money arrive?” “My parents said, such a big sum, must see your investment ability to be assured.” I looked into his eyes, calmly said, “They want to see your mobile banking statement.” Jason’s face changed instantly. “Why look at my statement? What do you mean? Elena, we are husband and wife, you actually don’t trust me?” He started counter-attacking, kidnapping me with ridiculous words like marital trust. I didn’t argue with him anymore. I turned silently back to room. Watching his exasperated look, a ruthless plan already formed in my heart. Chapter 4 I took a day off. Excuse was feeling unwell, actually, I went to find someone. My high school classmate, Zoe, now a famous divorce lawyer in the city. In the cafe, I told everything. Zoe listened, slamming table in anger. “Scumbag! You still keep this kind of man for New Year?” She calmed down quickly, analyzing professionally: “Elena, the biggest problem you face now is evidence! His stock account belongs to hidden assets. Without solid evidence, he might transfer or cash out all money before filing for divorce, then you get nothing.” “I took photos last time.” “Photos not enough.” Zoe shook head, “Photos can be photoshopped, limited legal effect. You best record a complete operation video, including logging in, showing account holder name, viewing fund flow and holding details. Only this forms a complete evidence chain.” This is a high difficulty task. Back home, I found Jason in good mood, humming while playing games. Probably his stocks rose again. At dinner, I specially went to downstairs store buying a bottle of high alcohol liquor. “I got a bonus today, drink a bit with me?” I smiled to him. Jason looked at me suspiciously, but seeing brand name wine, didn’t ask more. He loves alcohol, especially likes taking small advantages. After a few cups of strong wine, he soon fell asleep on the sofa, snoring like thunder. His phone, pressed under his leg. I pulled out phone, using my spare phone, turned on recording function. Unlock. Open securities APP. Record holding details. Record fund flow. Record bound bank card number. Every step, my hand trembling. Just as I prepared to exit, I clicked his album again. Besides those consumption records, I surprisingly found a photo of property deed. Address in a high-end villa area famous for scenery in another city. Full payment. I continued scrolling down. In album, wedding photos of him and a young woman. Him in photo, smiling triumphantly. Photo date, last month. Turns out, he even found the way out. I uploaded all photos, videos to cloud, and shared to Zoe’s WeChat immediately. Done all this, I prepared to put phone back quietly. Just then, phone screen lit up suddenly. A video call request popped up. Caller name, two words. Wifey. How ironic. Just hesitating whether to hang up immediately. A hand, suddenly grabbed my wrist like lightning. I looked up in horror. Jason woke up unknown when. He opened eyes abruptly, eyes sinister scary. He stared dead at phone in my hand, then at me. Then, he asked in a voice cold to extreme: “Late at night, what doing with my phone?”

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