On New Year’s Eve, my wealthy parents and brother finally agreed to accompany me to Disneyland to count down the new year. But when I arrived at the park, I saw no sign of them. I texted them, and they replied helplessly that they were stuck in traffic and would be late. I waited alone in the park until late at night. When the midnight bell rang… I saw my fake sister’s Instagram post. She was wearing a pure white princess dress, holding a newly won dance trophy, hugged in the middle by my parents and brother at a New Year’s Eve banquet. Caption: [New Year, same love. Celebrating with my favorite family.] Her friends liked and commented below. This wasn’t the first time my parents broke a promise. But this time, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I just commented calmly: [So nice. Wishing your family of four a Happy New Year.] Chapter 1 That night, I stayed at Disneyland alone until dawn. I had just fallen asleep at home when the phone rang. I stared at the name “Ethan” flashing on the screen and didn’t move. After he hung up and called for the fourth time, I slowly picked up. Before I could speak, a roar exploded from the other end: “Nora, what’s with your sarcastic comment in the middle of the night?” “Stella won an award last night! Twenty years of hard work for that trophy. What’s wrong with us celebrating for her?” His voice turned colder. “Can’t you be more sensible? Do you have to make the whole family unhappy on New Year’s?” Sensible. That word again. From the first day I was brought back to the Sterling family, this word reminded me to step aside, shut up, and smile. I looked at the gray sky outside the window and finally spoke. “Ethan, Happy New Year.” The other end choked. The anger he prepared was stuck in his throat. I didn’t give him a chance to react. I continued in a tone devoid of emotion: “I didn’t mean anything else.” “I just think… you guys look like a real family.” Then, I hung up. The world instantly became quiet. The phone screen went dark, reflecting my expressionless face. I stood up, walked to the huge walk-in closet, and opened the bottom drawer. From under a pile of flashy jewelry boxes, I dragged out the old canvas bag I brought when I came. Unzipping it, I started packing. My old T-shirts, my sketchbook, and the mechanical pencil I’d used for years. Halfway through, the phone rang again. This time not my “good brother,” but Vanessa, my mother in the legal sense. I didn’t answer. I declined the call and continued folding my old clothes one by one, putting them into the canvas bag. There weren’t many; it was full quickly. The phone rang again. Richard, my father. I declined again. Soon, the phone vibrated. A text message popped up. From Richard, with the commanding tone of the head of the household: [Your sister is crying from guilt. Come back and apologize immediately. If you’re done throwing a tantrum, come home.] I looked at the message and didn’t reply. I still had one most important thing to do. I opened the desk drawer. Inside lay a black card. This was given to me when I first returned to the Sterling family. They said it was pocket money, buy whatever I wanted, just don’t embarrass the family. I never used it once. I took it out, placed it on the clean desk, took out my phone, and snapped a photo. Click. Then, I opened the “Happy Family” group chat, which was usually dead silent except for holidays. I sent the photo. Followed by a line of text: “Thank you for your care. I haven’t touched this money. The password is Stella’s birthday. From now on, I’m on my own.” Chapter 2 After doing all this, I felt light all over. Within thirty seconds, my phone went crazy. The group chat exploded, but I had no interest in looking. Then, Vanessa called for the third time, with a persistence that said she wouldn’t stop until I answered. This time, I picked up. “Nora! Where are you? Come back, okay? What do you mean by sending that?” Her voice was suppressed, tearful. “Nothing,” I said. “Literal meaning.” “Nora, Mom knows you felt wronged all these years, but Stella is weak. She’s sensitive. How can you provoke her like this? If she sees it, she’ll get sick again!” Listening to the familiar rhetoric, I almost laughed. Again. Stella’s health was a universal shield, blocking all their bias and all my grievances. Before, I would be silent, endure, and say “I know.” But today, I didn’t want to. I interrupted her crying. My voice was light, but clear as an ice pick. “Mrs. Sterling.” The crying on the other end stopped abruptly. I paused, giving her a second to digest the address, then asked the question I should have asked long ago in the calmest tone of my life. “Do I need to remind you that you share no blood relation with her?” Silence. I hung up. The world was clean. I muted my phone, threw it on the bed, finished packing my small canvas bag, and returned to my college dorm. The next day, I appeared in my major class on time, sitting in the front row. Professor Vance, known for his strictness, announced that our department had an exchange slot with a top international landscape design studio this year. The selected student could go to their headquarters for a three-month real project. One sentence dropped a bomb in the classroom. Everyone started whispering, eyes shining. Me too. This wasn’t just an opportunity; it was a boat that could carry me out of this suffocating water. But Professor Vance’s next words poured a bucket of cold water on me. He said, to ensure the student completes the project, a deposit of $5,000 was required. Five thousand. All the money in my pocket added up to less than three hundred. I needed money. Ask the Sterlings? Impossible. I started living in the library, drawing until my knuckles were sore. At the same time, I took three part-time jobs. Grinding beans at a coffee shop in the morning, tutoring math in the afternoon, and delivering food on a second-hand e-bike at night. My life was packed full. Tired? Yes. sometimes after the last delivery, sitting on the curb, I didn’t even have the strength to lift my arm. But when I stuffed the few bills earned that day—smelling of ink and sweat—into my pocket, I felt a void in my heart being filled a little. This money was clean. It smelled better than any dish on the Sterling family table. I thought my life and the Sterlings’ had become parallel lines. Unexpectedly, someone insisted on twisting them together. That night, after delivering food, I was eating a discounted rice ball in a convenience store when my phone screen lit up. A message from a classmate I was somewhat close with. She sent a screenshot of Stella’s Instagram. In the photo, Ethan was gently putting an expensive necklace on her. Circled in the screenshot were comments between Stella and Ethan. Stella: “Brother, I heard from classmates that Sister is working several jobs recently.” Ethan replied with a question mark. Stella added: “Is she scraping money for that exchange project? Sigh, it’s all our fault. If not for that day… she wouldn’t have left home in anger and suffered so much outside. Should we help her? A girl alone outside, what if she gets tricked by bad people for money?” Below that paragraph, a row of likes from mutual friends looked particularly glaring. I stared at the text, reeking of manipulation, and finished my rice ball expressionlessly. She always had a way to keep herself clean while splashing dirty water on me. Left home in anger? Tricked for money? With a few light words, she defined my efforts and persistence as a farce staged for sympathy. And my “good brother” inevitably believed it. Sure enough, my phone vibrated. A transfer notification popped up. From Ethan. Amount: $10,000. Followed by a cold, contemptuous message. “Short on money? Is playing the victim fun? Name your price.” Chapter 3 I turned off my phone, ignored the transfer, and continued delivering food the next day. On the day of the anonymous showcase, my design “Homing” was projected on the big screen. Professor Vance’s voice echoed in the lecture hall, with rare excitement: “This work has spirit and warmth. It doesn’t show off skills, but every line tells a complete story.” The audience was silent for three seconds, then exploded. Sitting in the corner, my palms holding the pen were sweaty. This was the boat I built line by line over countless nights. Now, it really seemed ready to set sail. The final list would be announced the next evening. But the night before, just as I finished the final check and was about to save the file, the computer screen went black. Then blue. A bunch of error codes I didn’t understand. The fan stopped, the hum of the hard drive vanished. Dead silence. I slumped in my chair, drained of all strength, mind blank. Restart. Restart again. Nothing but the cold blue screen. All my drafts, data, every byte I exchanged with my sweat—gone. A chill rushed from my soles to my skull. I remembered the venomous look Stella gave me at the venue. I stood up abruptly, grabbed my coat, and rushed out. I stormed back to the Sterling villa and kicked open Stella’s door. She was applying a mask, relaxing in bed with her iPad. My intrusion startled her. “What did you do?” My voice shook violently. She took off the mask, revealing a pure, innocent face, eyes watery: “Sister, what’s wrong? Who made you angry?” “My computer.” I stared at her dead on. “My files.” She laughed as if hearing a huge joke. “Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? What does your computer have to do with me?” Just then, my parents and Ethan rushed in. They saw a menacing me and a tearful, pitiful Stella. Vanessa shielded Stella immediately, glaring at me: “Nora! Are you crazy? Barging into your sister’s room at night? Stella is weak, do you want to scare her to death?” Richard also darkened his face: “Outrageous! Apologize to your sister!” I ignored them, staring at Stella. Deep in her eyes, a trace of triumph hadn’t faded yet. Enough. I understood everything. “Jealousy,” Ethan’s icy voice crashed down like a poisoned knife. “Jealousy has made you unrecognizable. Stella won so many awards, and you never felt happy for her once. Now that you lost your stuff, you run back to blame her?” He walked up to me, looking down with disdain and disgust: “Is the money I gave you not enough? Do you have to use such dirty tricks to get attention? Nora, you disgust me.” I looked at them. These three blood relatives stood like three walls, separating me and Stella into two worlds. Each of them used the sharpest words to slice me, cut by cut. I suddenly smiled. Laughed until tears came out. I said nothing, turned, and left. Vanessa’s crying and Ethan’s scolding came from behind, but I couldn’t hear a word. Back in the empty dorm, I slid down against the door, a shell with no soul. Outside, neon lights flickered, but none shone for me. It’s over. Everything is over. Just as I was about to sink completely into darkness, my phone screen lit up. Ding. A new email. Sender: Anonymous. I clicked it with trembling hands. In the attachment, a zip file. I downloaded and unzipped it like a robot. The folder name: “Homing.” I clicked it. All my original drafts, modeling data, backups. Everything was there. The email body had only one sentence. “Your talent should not be buried.” I froze.

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On New Year’s Eve, I took a five-hour sketchy ride to deliver adult toys to Julian Vance. He blocked the door, not letting me in. “This isn’t for you.” “She’s too innocent. She doesn’t trust anyone else to deliver this.” He took the bag, glanced inside: “She was worried you bought the wrong size.” “If it’s too big, I guess you’ll be the one enjoying it.” He thought of something and laughed softly. “The girl inside is too pure. If it’s too big, she won’t let me in.” Chapter 1 The door closed right in front of my face. I stood there, frozen. It took me a while to process what he meant. What did he mean by… I’ll be the one enjoying it? When Julian called me, his voice was husky, urgent. “Come to me… hnnng… fuck.” The call ended. Soon, he sent a location pin. I thought he missed me during his business trip. Carrying the toys he requested, I couldn’t take the train due to security checks, so I squeezed into an illegal cab. Arriving at the hotel. I was shaken to the bone. But he stopped me at the door. “Vivian, give me the bag. Go back tonight. The company needs you.” I was stunned. Through the door. A woman’s soft, sugary voice drifted out. “Ah, is Sister Vivian really here?” “Yes, your idol Vivian delivered it. Now, can I…” “Mmhmm…” Inside the room, the voices of a man and a woman faded away. Only broken whimpers occasionally leaked out. Housekeeping passed by. My heart jumped. I moved my feet in a panic. A numb sensation shot from my soles to my heart. The cleaning lady steadied me. She glanced at the room. “The guest has been at it since check-in. You don’t need to listen at the door, honey.” Chapter 2 Return trip. No trains at this hour. I don’t remember how I found a ride back. When I snapped back to reality. I saw the group chat spamming messages. Everyone was congratulating Bella for signing the Miami contract. Her DM came quickly. [Sister Vivian, I did it! I did it!] Attached was a cute bear emoji clenching its fist. I replied with a “Congratulations.” Alone, staring at the computer. I knew that deal was definitely not her doing. Julian and I were hired by the same company right out of college. Sales Department. We ran neck and neck. Competing for first place. From mutual dislike to a strange mutual appreciation. Until he approached me privately. “Vivian, I want to build something of my own. Will you join me?” The terms were tempting. No capital investment needed. Just my help, and I could get nearly half the equity. We rooted ourselves in the city. Shoulder to shoulder. On his birthday, we drank a little. He held my hand and we lay in his rental apartment. He said: “Vivian, having you is my luck.” I always thought. We were partners in every sense… Ability, methods, even in bed, we were perfectly compatible. But I never expected… today, I couldn’t even enter his hotel room. Chapter 3 When Julian returned. He tossed an exquisite gift box on my desk, raising an eyebrow: “For you. Happy New Year.” I didn’t speak. He picked up my mug, took a sip, and frowned slightly, “It’s cold. What’s wrong? You look unhappy.” I wanted to ask. What have I been to him all these years? But he misunderstood. He raised his hands in surrender, “My bad. Asking our VP Vivian to run errands for my hookup. How much was it? Fare, plus the toys.” He smirked at me. “I’ll pay you back ten times.” A knock on the office door. Bella peeked in. Her gaze landed on my mug, then quickly looked away. She walked awkwardly. Strange. Julian teased, “No need to hide it in front of your Sister Vivian. If it hurts down there, rest here.” Instantly. Bella’s face turned beet red. She glared at him fiercely, “Don’t talk nonsense in front of Sister Vivian!” I suddenly felt very annoyed. The girl clenched her fist at him, holding a pink gift bag with both hands, placing it on my desk. “Sister Vivian, thank you for mentoring me. “This is a gift I brought back specially for you!” Bella ran off after delivering the gift. Julian stared at the door for a long time. He sighed to me, “Little girl, so pure and kind. Vivian, even you should feel ashamed compared to her.” Clusters of anger could no longer be suppressed. I turned cold. “Since Mr. Vance understands human nature so well, you shouldn’t have chosen me as a partner back then.” He paused. “What? Did you eat dynamite? So fierce early in the morning?” Chapter 4 To celebrate the Miami contract signing. Julian decided to treat the entire Sales Department to a team-building retreat. Sales has always been under my command. Since the department was named, I couldn’t refuse. But when the message reached me, my first reaction was still to decline. I replied to Julian that I needed to study the Chicago file. Before clock-out time. The Sales team had already left. Silence. But I couldn’t read a single word. My mind was filled with images of Julian flirting with her. “I have strong business skills, but I always like being the nice guy.” Julian said this about me. He set a rule for me. I can only teach new hires how to close deals, not give them deals directly. But this time, he broke our agreement. Thoughts were messy. Bella suddenly video called me. Upon answering, employees called me over one by one, obviously having fun. I smiled and refused. Bella suddenly pointed the camera at an artisanal tea set sold at the hotel. She asked me: “Sister Vivian, isn’t this pretty?” Before I could answer. Her voice came through. “I’ll buy it for you. This way, you won’t have to use the same tea set as Mr. Vance, right?” In the video. Dead silence. The camera panned slowly, freezing on Julian’s helpless expression. “Bella, stop messing around.” The video cut off. But soon, Bella posted on her Instagram Story. The photo showed Julian paying. Caption: [People without boundaries, no matter how nice they seem, become annoying.]

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The company’s Annual Gala was coming up, and every employee was required to perform. I’ve been a corporate slave for a whole year, and I really didn’t want to continue being treated like a circus monkey by the leadership. VP Johnson scolded me: “You ungrateful brat. This is a great opportunity to be seen by the C-suite. Since you don’t want to advance, enjoy being a grunt for the rest of your life!” So, he assigned me to cover shifts for other departments while everyone else rehearsed for the Gala. When a client came to sign a contract, I sent them away: “The company is busy rehearsing for the Gala. No contracts today!” When the IRS came to audit, I blocked them at the door: “The company is busy rehearsing for the Gala. We can’t host you!” Chapter 1 The Group executives were attending our Annual Gala. VP Johnson issued a command: “Everyone’s priority for the end of the year is the Gala rehearsal. Everything else can wait.” Besides that, everyone had to participate in a performance to ensure the executives saw a “united and energetic” team. When they were collecting program ideas, I said I had no talent. VP Johnson came to persuade me personally: “Ben, this is a golden opportunity to be seen by the higher-ups. The Group leaders are coming. This is one of the few chances you’ll have to perform directly in front of them.” “VP Johnson, I don’t want to be seen by the higher-ups, nor do I want to perform. I’m just an ordinary employee. It’s useless even if they see me.” VP Johnson probably didn’t expect me to be so unambitious. His “carrot on a stick” tactic failed, and he paused for a moment. “No, your mindset is dangerous! You’re young, don’t you want to climb the ladder?” “No!” I answered decisively. Out of ten people in our department, eight were nepo babies or friends of the boss. Even if I stripped on stage, the promotion and raise wouldn’t be mine. VP Johnson shook his head in anger: “You’re hopeless! You don’t cherish such a good opportunity. You deserve to be a worker for life!” With that, he stormed off. Psycho. I’m here to work, not to sell my dignity. Department Manager Jessica saw that I pissed off VP Johnson and came to talk to me: “Ben, there’s no need to offend VP Johnson. He’s counting on this Gala to go well so the Group leaders will be happy and promote him to HQ.” “So we have to act like monkeys to pave his way?” Jessica was choked by my retort. She paused and continued: “I… I’m doing this for your own good. After all, you still have to work here. There’s no need to offend him.” Psycho. When my mom says “it’s for your own good,” I suspect she’s gaslighting me. Let alone you, a corporate lackey? Hilarious! “If you really want what’s best for me, don’t make me participate in this bullshit Gala.” “Watch your language! I really mean well. Why are you so ungrateful?” Jessica’s tone hardened, which directly caused the anger I had suppressed for a year to explode. “You want me to be blunt? Ten people in our department, eight are useless connections. All the work is dumped on me. I’ve worked my ass off for a year, just wanting a break, and you want me to work overtime for a rehearsal? For what?” Jessica was shocked by my directness, looking at me like I was a madman. “Connections? What nonsense. Our company speaks with results. I became a manager based on ability. Factors outside of ability are zero!” “Yeah, your brother-in-law said the same thing in the meeting!” Her brother-in-law is VP Johnson. Jessica’s face turned purple instantly. Chapter 2 The next morning, I saw Jessica leading the whole department singing “We Are the World,” complete with choreography. I wasn’t sure what they were thankful for. Thankful that the company fed this group of parasites? Logically, that makes sense. I’m just a regular guy. I just want to work quietly and get paid what I deserve. Why do they keep forcing these “values” on me? Those executives should be the ones singing and dancing. After all, their million-dollar salaries are earned by the blood and sweat of us grunts. They should be more grateful. Besides, if you’re going to paint a picture, make it realistic. Don’t just draw a pile of shit and feed it to us: Singing and dancing for leaders, amusing them, and we’ll have a future? Then just hire a professional troupe. If that worked, Enron wouldn’t have collapsed. If they like thanking the leaders, let them. Whether they thank me or not, I do all the work anyway. Sometimes I really feel they are thanking the wrong gods. I used to think about keeping my head down and enduring it. But they crossed the line more and more: The nepo babies slacked off, I worked like a dog; year-end awards went to them; raises, I was always at the bottom. No fame, no fortune. Why should I swallow this anger? I’ve made up my mind. I won’t spoil anyone anymore. If anyone dares to gaslight me, I’ll diss them to their face. Zero tolerance! Since you don’t want dignity, I’ll help you lose it. I’ve had enough of this life. Give me a severance package and let me go. I’m a slave during the year, a monkey during holidays, and a pig to be slaughtered when profits are down. But Jessica didn’t want to let me off that easily. As soon as I got to my desk, I saw the Year-End Performance Review was out. I clicked it. My rating was a C. According to company policy, a C rating means no year-end bonus and immediate probation. Which means I’m on the chopping block, ready to be fired at any time. These bastards. Not only are they ungrateful, they bite the hand that feeds them. I was furious. I couldn’t take it anymore and kicked open the conference room door. Just as they were singing “We make a brighter day,” eyes misty with emotion, I appeared before them like a vengeful spirit. Right. After doing their work for years, I deserve that lyric too. Chapter 3 Jessica saw I was hostile and tried to strike first: “What are you doing? Can’t you see we’re rehearsing?” Rehearse my ass. My bonus is gone, do I care about your bullshit Gala? “Screw the rehearsal! I’m here to ask Manager Jessica why my rating is a C?” Jessica seemed to have expected me. She walked up to me: “I thought something huge happened. It’s just this? Go out and wait, I’ll explain after rehearsal.” I don’t know what’s in her brain. A corporate slave losing his bonus is “not a big deal”? For a worker, this is the sky falling! No, it’s more urgent than the sky falling! “I can’t wait a second. I worked hard all year, why is my bonus gone? If you can’t explain it, stop your gratitude act!” Even at this point, Jessica didn’t seem to realize I was out for blood. “Ben, have some perspective, okay? Do you know how important the Gala is to the company? I’ll explain your little issue later. Why the rush? Honestly!” I learned in my first year: when a company tells you to have “perspective,” the subtext is: Attention, I’m about to gaslight you! “Perspective? Are you brain-dead? My bonus is gone and you tell me to have perspective?” Seeing the tension rising, everyone gathered to watch. Jessica didn’t care and continued her sarcasm: “Don’t you know your own performance? The C rating went through the review process and was approved by company leadership!” “Come on. Everyone in our department is here today. Who did more work than me? Who had better numbers? I did most of the work for ten people. I’d love to know how your review process works!” “Go check the HR file yourself! It’s very clear!” “I can’t understand it. You tell me right now, in front of everyone, where did I fail?” “Do you even need to ask? It’s so obvious.” Seeing her so confident, I was a bit confused until she opened my review form on her phone. Reading it, I was trembling with rage, while she looked triumphant. Chapter 4 “Our assessment mechanism changed this year. Both quantitative KPIs and qualitative competencies are evaluated. The final result is the lower of the two scores.” I looked at the big C under “Core Competencies” and exploded. KPIs are quantitative, objective data. She couldn’t fudge that, so my KPI score was an A. But this so-called “Competency” is entirely subjective, depending on the manager’s mood. Even if subjective, I didn’t expect such a ridiculous result. In all my years here, I’ve never seen a C rating. “Jessica, tell me now. What is wrong with my competency? Am I incompetent? Why is my KPI an A but competency a C? Isn’t that contradictory?” Seeing I was serious, Jessica said slowly: “Other competencies are fine, but your team spirit is lacking…” “Team spirit lacking? What do you mean?” “What do I mean? You have the nerve to ask? Why aren’t you participating in the Annual Gala? This one thing proves you lack the big picture and team spirit!” My head buzzed. So I lost my bonus because I didn’t dance at the party? I felt my blood pressure spiking: “Jessica, hand on your heart, did I achieve most of the department’s results this year? Did I do the most overtime? You give me a C for not going to a party?” “I know, but attitude matters. No collaboration spirit, disobeying company arrangements, not participating in team efforts. Even with good results, that’s not competence, right?” I laughed in anger: “Just because I skipped the Gala, you deny my bonus? So you didn’t see my hard work all year?” “Why haven’t you realized your problem? VP Johnson emphasized the importance of the Gala. The whole company is focused on this. You dropped the ball on such a major event, and you’re not convinced by a C?” “I am not convinced. Why?!”

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While waiting for the doctor, I scrolled through a local Reddit thread. [What’s the most thrilling thing you’ve ever done?] Among a sea of wholesome replies, a post bragging about being a mistress shot to the top. “Definitely training a woman-hater into my personal simp!” “There was this rich heiress who sponsored my college tuition but actually looked down on me. So after graduation, I joined her husband’s company and hooked him.” “The funniest part? Once, while we were hooking up, she came home early.” “I left through the back door and ‘forgot’ to close the gate. Her daughter ran out to chase a ball and got hit by a car. Dead.” “That stupid woman still thinks it was her fault. Karma.” Three minutes ago, her latest reply appeared. “Admit it, you guys are just jealous my man is rich, hot, and great in bed!” “That idiot wife is at therapy again.” “Her husband says her crying face annoys him. He’s celebrating my birthday right now.” Below was a photo of cutting a cake. I recognized the man’s cufflink instantly. It was my husband. The “idiot” who invited the wolf into her home… Was me. Chapter 1 Facing the angry questions from netizens, the OP posted a photo wearing a jade bracelet. “I don’t care about a marriage certificate. He only loves me.” That jade bracelet was the finale item Lucas Vance bought for $3 million at an auction recently. Media praised him as a devoted husband. Buying gifts for his wife even on business trips. I smiled bitterly. Since Lily died in that car accident, Lucas hated me. He dragged me to her small memorial shrine countless times, eyes red with rage: “Sarah, why didn’t you close the back gate?!” “You knew the road behind the fence is busy! You killed our daughter!” I bit my lip until it bled, silently accepting his blame. Because I hated myself too. Grief buried my memory. I couldn’t remember if I closed the gate or not. And the broken surveillance camera couldn’t tell the truth—because I forgot to call maintenance. Lucas made me kneel before Lily’s shrine to repent every day. But in this torture, I found a little relief. Later, I knelt all day, refusing food and water. My body collapsed. Soon, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After Lily died, I wanted to join her. But facing death, I hesitated. Lucas cursed me to die with our daughter. But when I slashed my wrist in a breakdown, he pressed the wound tight, begging me to live. I knew his love, and understood his hate. So I hid the cancer. I didn’t want him to feel guilty for a dying woman. I used therapy as an excuse for my chemo appointments. I thought, if I survive, I’ll fix our marriage. If not, I’ll divorce him so he won’t have to suffer another loss. But my retreat didn’t win his heart back. Last week, our 8th anniversary. I still had hope. But the cancer pain hit. I hid in the bathroom, using the shower noise to mask my groans. When the pain passed, it was morning. The bed was cold. Since Lily died, Lucas never slept in our room. I never suspected cheating. I thought it was just grief. Now I realize how laughably confident I was. Tears fell uncontrollably. “Mrs. Vance? Are you okay?” The nurse asked worriedly. I wiped my tears. “Cancel all future chemo. Including today’s.” “But it’s late-stage. Without treatment, you might not last a month.” I smiled bitterly. “No more.” One month is enough. I waited in the living room until 3 AM for Lucas. I used to think he was working late to numb his pain. In reality, he was sleeping in another woman’s bed. Seeing me, Lucas frowned. “What are you doing here? Killing our daughter wasn’t enough? Trying to scare me to death now?” Words like daggers. I heard them too many times. Before, I felt guilty. But I didn’t kill Lily. Why should I pay for someone else’s sin? “I didn’t kill Lily…” Before I finished, Lucas choked me. “You have the nerve to mention her?” “If you closed the gate, she wouldn’t have been hit!” Suffocation hit me like a tide. I pushed him away and rasped: “Lucas, I found out! Lily’s death is related to Lyla!” His pupils shrank. He squeezed my neck harder. “What nonsense are you spouting? You think everyone is as evil as you?” Seeing him protect Lyla, the last spark of hope died. My stomach cramped violently. Cold sweat dripped. Just as I thought I would die, Lucas’s finger brushed my face. He pulled back like he was burned. “Sarah, don’t think dying is an escape!” “You will stay by my side and atone for life!” His phone buzzed on the coffee table. Lyla. He picked it up and walked away. I heard his gentle voice: “I hate her. Why would I touch her?” “Glad you like the bracelet. I’ll take you to Paris for New Year’s.” I blinked back tears. Soon, my phone rang. Lyla. “Sarah, did Lucas fight with you again?” “Don’t blame him. You did kill his daughter.” “Oops, sorry. Don’t take it to heart.” No guilt in her sweet apology. She changed the topic. She was pregnant. About a month after Lily died. I suffered in hell for 200 days. Lucas moved on in 30. “Sarah, what if he doesn’t like this baby?” I used to comfort her. Now I knew she was mocking me. Seeing my silence, she hung up. Then she posted an Instagram Story. Interlocked fingers. Caption: Someone promised to give me a home. Hope it comes soon. Lucas liked it instantly. Comment: Won’t be long. I sat until dawn. Then I revised the divorce papers. Assets: All to Lucas. Changed to All to Sarah. I hired private investigators. Lucas noticed my change. After another late night, he exploded. “Sarah, do you know?” I looked up. I thought he knew Lyla was the murderer. But he said coldly: “I warn you. Don’t target Lyla.” “I won’t let you hurt my second child!” “What about Lily?” I asked. He froze. Lyla called. “Lucas! Someone is following me!” “I’m scared! Save me!” Screams followed. Lucas dragged me to the car. He ran red lights, just like when I went into premature labor with Lily. Now, he was saving another woman. When we arrived, Lyla in pajamas rushed into his arms. “You’re finally here!” Lucas wiped her tears and turned to the handcuffed men. “Who sent you?” The leader looked at me, then looked away guiltily. Lucas kicked him. “Speak! Or you’re done in this city!” “It… it was your wife. She paid us to make Miss Lyla miscarry!” Lucas turned to me, eyes full of murder. “Sarah! I knew it!” He loomed over me. “Lily’s death didn’t teach you a lesson?” “How dare you hire thugs to scare a pregnant woman!” I endured the stomach pain. “I never wanted to hurt her baby.” Lucas grabbed my phone. He shoved a transfer record in my face. “Explain this!” “If I say I don’t know, will you believe me?” He smashed my phone. “Why should I believe you!” Lyla tugged his sleeve. “Forget it. Sarah didn’t mean it.” “I’m willing to let her raise the baby.” “But I’m afraid…” She stopped, biting her lip. Everyone knew what she meant. She was afraid I’d kill her baby like I “killed” mine. Lucas gripped my jaw. “Admit it!” “I won’t admit what I didn’t do.” He threw me to the ground. “Reflect in the basement!” “Don’t come out until you admit your mistake!” Chapter 2 I was thrown into the basement like trash. Untreated wounds festered. High fever. Delirium. Three days without food. Stomach cancer tortured my insides. I hallucinated Lily. In her blood-stained princess dress, crying for Mom outside the fence. I reached out, grasping only air. The door opened. Lyla walked in, glowing with pregnancy. “Look at you. Pathetic.” “You deserve this. Always showing off your happiness.” “As for your daughter… bad luck. She died to make room for my son.” Rage exploded. I slapped her pitiful face. Lucas rushed in. Lyla covered her face, weeping. “I just wanted to persuade her…” “She said my baby will die too…” Lucas glared at me. “Sarah, you are hopeless!” He ordered a whip. “Hit her as many times as she hit you!” Lyla grinned.

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On Valentine’s Day, Lucas bought two gifts again. One for me, one for his sister, Luna. The siblings were famously close. We always spent Valentine’s Day as a trio. The passenger seat belonged to Luna. They shared the same straw for their milkshakes. I cried, I fought, but every time Lucas would say: “Luna is divorced. Raising a kid alone is hard. As her brother, I should take care of her.” “As a sister-in-law, you shouldn’t be so petty with her!” Later, Luna got sick and needed a kidney transplant. I was the only match in the family. “Wifey, please save my sister. Living with one kidney won’t affect your life. I’ll take good care of you forever.” Lucas knelt in front of everyone, begging me. “Okay,” I smiled and agreed. But he regretted it. Chapter 1 “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.” When Lucas came home from work, he was holding two bouquets and two gift bags. “Change your clothes quickly. We’re picking up Luna. I booked the restaurant.” He went to the bathroom, leaving his phone and gifts together. Ping. [Brother, is it the restaurant I like? If not, I’m not going!] A message from Luna. “Why are you still standing there? Luna will be waiting.” Seeing I hadn’t changed, Lucas looked displeased. “You guys go. I don’t want to go.” This was the third Valentine’s Day we spent as a trio. I’d had enough. “Look at you, jealous of my sister again?” “She’s my biological sister. What is there to be jealous of? Be good, change your clothes. Don’t make Luna wait.” He pushed me into the bedroom. “I don’t feel well!” I shook him off. Lucas touched my forehead, then his own. “Hmm, a bit hot. Then rest at home. I’ll bring you something back.” He picked up the flowers and gift bags as he spoke. The moment the door closed, he Venmoed me $5,200. Note: Wifey, I love you. Chapter 2 Lucas and I were college sweethearts. We dated for two years after graduation before getting married. Our married life was stable. We didn’t live with in-laws. It was sweet. I thought life would go on like this. I was even preparing for pregnancy. Until Lucas’s sister, Luna, appeared. Before this, I only heard about Luna from my husband. I knew she dropped out of college to marry abroad. I knew Lucas loved his sister. They video-called a dozen times a day, saying good morning and good night. “Brother, what did you have for breakfast? What do you want for lunch?” “Come to my place for dinner tonight. Leo misses you, he asks for Uncle every day.” With Luna around, the passenger seat was always hers. I sat in the back. “Luna gets carsick. She can’t sit in the back.” At first, Lucas would explain apologetically. Later, it became natural. Even when Luna wasn’t there, he felt weird if I sat in the passenger seat. When we went shopping, Luna always tagged along. “Brother, try mine, it’s so good. Let me taste yours!” They shared drinks naturally. I stood aside like an outsider. “Luna is divorced. It’s not easy raising a kid. I don’t want her to feel her brother abandoned her after getting married.” “After all, we are the couple. You understand me, right?” Occasionally, noticing my unhappiness, Lucas would coax me. At first, I sympathized with Luna. As a woman, being a single mom is hard. But over time, I realized I was a fool. But even fools wake up one day. Once awake, they won’t be foolish again. Chapter 3 Lucas didn’t come home that night. He called me the next evening. “Wifey, feeling better? Luna felt bad about yesterday.” “She bought a lot of groceries to cook for you. Come over quickly.” “No need. I have no appetite.” My appetite really hadn’t been good lately. Lucas got anxious. “Don’t be like this. Luna went to the supermarket early in the morning. It’s rude if you don’t come.” “And Mom and Dad are here too. They want you to come. You can’t ignore them, right?” I was raised by my grandfather. My parents died early. My in-laws treated me well. They paid for Grandpa’s medical bills and gave him a decent funeral. I couldn’t refuse them. “Sister-in-law, why are you so late? I’m almost done cooking!” Seeing me, Luna pouted, unhappy. Lucas teased, “Didn’t you say you wanted to cook for your sister-in-law? Why the temper now?” “Brother, you always side with your wife.” Luna was even more unhappy. I ignored their sibling act, greeted my in-laws, and sat down to eat. After dinner, while cleaning up, my mother-in-law touched my hand and joked: “Jill’s hands are so white and tender. Youth is good. Unlike our tree bark skin.” “Hmph~ White and tender now. Wait till she has a kid and raises it for two years. See if she’s still tender.” Luna extended her right hand to Lucas. “Brother, is my hand tender?” “Your sister-in-law’s is more tender.” Lucas laughed. Luna got anxious. She grabbed Lucas’s hand, interlacing their fingers: “Whose is tender? Mine or hers?” Lucas was amused by her. He nodded repeatedly. “Yours. Yours.” My in-laws were used to it. “They’ve been like this since childhood. Always playing.” I smiled silently and took the dishes to the kitchen. “Brother, you’re biased. You sent her $5,200, but only sent me $520.” When I came out, Luna was crying. Seeing me, she cried harder. “Why? Why does she get ten times more? I’m your biological sister. We are the closest family.” I asked my mother-in-law and found out Luna saw the notification of the returned transfer on Lucas’s phone. “Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, not Family Day. Legally and morally, your brother and I are the closest.” I looked at Luna and said. “What do you mean?” “Are you saying I’m extra? Yes, I am extra. I shouldn’t have come back with my child. I’m leaving now!” She rushed into the bedroom, picked up the sleeping child, and ran out. Lucas hugged her tight. “This is your home. Forever your home. Where are you going?” “Jill! Apologize! Apologize to my sister now!” Lucas glared at me, neck stiff. Chapter 4 “Did I say anything wrong? Lucas, I am your wife. Do you think we look like a couple now?” “Or do you look more like a couple with her?” I pointed at Luna. I wanted to ask this for a long time. Might as well say it all. “Jill, you’re overthinking. Luna, stop it! Look how angry your sister-in-law is.” My mother-in-law tried to persuade me. “Fine. Looks like I’m the outsider. Even my own mother sides with the outsider. I’m leaving!” “I should just die with Leo. We don’t deserve to live.” Luna twisted in Lucas’s arms, hysterical, like a madwoman. The child woke up, scared pale by her movements and screaming, too terrified to cry. “Will you apologize?” Lucas suddenly let go of his sister, walking towards me with a dark face. “Dream on!” Slap! Before I could finish, his slap landed heavily. I was stunned, staring at him blankly. My in-laws took Luna into the room, and my father-in-law pulled Lucas’s ear: “Are you crazy? Apologize to Jill!” “I… I…” Lucas looked at his hand, panicked. Tears rushed out. I ran out the door. Without a phone or money, I walked aimlessly on the street. Lucas never hit me. This was the first time, for his sister. Last Valentine’s Day, he scolded me for the first time, also for his sister. I didn’t know how long I walked. The streets emptied. I got colder. Inside and out. “Wifey! Where did you go? Do you know I’m going crazy looking for you!” At dawn, Lucas and two police officers found me on the roadside. “Wifey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hit you. I was too impulsive!” “I deserve to die. I’ll hit myself. Wifey, forgive me, okay?” Lucas slapped himself all the way home. He even grabbed my hand to hit him. I didn’t speak. Let him take me home. [Okay, seeing your sincerity, I forgive you.] While Lucas showered, his phone lit up again. I unlocked it and saw his transfer to Luna. $13,142.10. Note: Love you for a lifetime! Time: 3:30 AM. When I was wandering the streets.

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On the eve of our engagement, everyone was betting on when Julian Vance would tire of me. After all, he and his childhood sweetheart, Serena, were deeply in love. I was just a decoration he brought home under pressure. Even my wedding dress and diamond ring were her leftovers. The day Serena went abroad in a fit of rage… Julian acted nonchalant on the surface, but secretly squeezed my hand until it left red marks. He mocked me: “Satisfied? I never knew you were so manipulative.” I wasn’t satisfied. So when Mrs. Vance asked again if Julian would marry me, I spoke up first. “Let’s forget it.” Chapter 1 One sentence shocked the entire room. Julian took a deep breath, then glared at me coldly: “Audrey, stop making a scene.” At twenty-four, Julian Vance grew up in piles of gold. Although he hadn’t fully taken over the family power, his aura was already formidable. I suppressed the urge to give in and said word by word: “We are not a match. Before things go too far, let’s just forget it.” Mrs. Vance sighed with difficulty, but her face showed undeniable relief: “You young people, always so impulsive!” Mrs. Vance immediately got up to contact the staff to cancel the engagement gala. Julian tapped his fingers on the table, rhythmically, his tone cold and tough, as if negotiating with a rival. “Audrey, don’t be ungrateful.” I chuckled softly: “It’s me who doesn’t know my place.” When you hit a dead end, you have to turn back. It’s called cutting your losses. Chapter 2 Julian stood up and left, leaving only a gust of wind. I didn’t beg him to stay like before. Instead, I picked up my teacup and blew on the tea leaves gently, like a true lady. After doing all this, I couldn’t help but laugh. Who would have thought that ten years ago, in this very estate… Fourteen-year-old Julian found me fleeing for my life and swore to protect me. I was born into a poor, broken family. My biological father was a loser. He got bullied outside during the day and came home to vent his anger on his wife. Mom was a traditional woman. Even beaten black and blue, she would wipe her tears and cook. She always thought her husband would change. But when she had a difficult birth, he stole her only life-saving money. He said he could win it back, he could get rich. Then, ignoring his wife fainting from pain, he went to the gambling table without hesitation. I was twelve then. Mom was lying on a hospital bed in the hallway, blood pooling on the floor. I searched all my pockets and found only six dollars and ten cents. Doctors and nurses looked sympathetic but helpless. Julian broke into my world at my most helpless moment. He had just finished drag racing with his friends. A huge bruise on his eye corner, grinning in pain, yet comforting me: “Don’t cry, little sister. I’m here.” He used money to pave a way for Mom and my sister to survive. He gave Mom a job, saving us from suffering. When he learned I couldn’t afford tuition, he arranged for me to be in his class. Sometimes love comes that simply. Julian was handsome and had excellent grades. Many girls liked him, but he ignored them all, only letting me bring him water and lunch. I was embarrassed, but secretly delighted. I thought I was different. But against Serena, I always lost. In senior year, my recommendation spot for an Ivy League school was given to Serena by Julian. I was sad, but living under someone else’s roof, I couldn’t say anything. Serena wasn’t satisfied. She kicked over my desk: “Stop acting like a victim! A lowlife whose tuition is paid by Julian… I’m doing you a favor by taking your spot!” Even a worm will turn. I gave up the spot, and it went to the next student in line. Serena got nothing. She cried and refused to go to school. Julian didn’t say anything. He just used his connections to get another spot. And told me not to bully Serena anymore. I tried to explain to Julian that Serena started it, I just fought back a little. He looked at me deeply, thinking he saw through my petty thoughts. “She’s just straightforward. She didn’t say anything wrong.” “Did you have to be so harsh?” I froze. The fact I deliberately ignored was finally torn open nakedly. When others mocked my poverty, Julian’s silence wasn’t denial. He just disdained to speak. Not because he thought they were wrong. Chapter 3 In college, the Su family business collapsed. Serena’s father was driven to suicide by creditors, and her mother remarried. Julian did everything to protect her, even kneeling before Mr. Vance to ask to marry her. Mr. Vance was firm: “Are you crazy? Marrying the daughter of a fraudster?” Julian was always rebellious. He didn’t waste words. He just announced to everyone that he was getting engaged to me. I was a bit happy, but mostly sad. I had my pride too. If you don’t love me, I’ll leave. I didn’t want to be his second choice. But a child lacking love is always humbler. A glimmer of hope rose in my heart. What if? What if I’m obedient, work harder, will he see me? But in the year of graduation, my grad school spot was snatched again. Serena carried an Hermes bag, the pink diamond on her hand shining brightly. Her family’s misfortune didn’t affect her at all. She was still the pampered rose. “Audrey, you have to understand,” she held her head high, “You will never, ever win against me.” My mind went blank for a moment. When reason returned, Serena was covering her face, sobbing in Julian’s arms. Clear tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried pitifully: “If hitting me makes Audrey happy, I’m willing.” Julian threw a huge tantrum, threatening to stop supporting me. But I didn’t back down. You can have the man, but not my future. I collected evidence of Serena cheating on finals, but found everything changed. Roommates who were close to me started whispering behind my back. Walking on campus, malicious stares stabbed me. I received weird texts, creepy calls at midnight. Men panting heavily, asking how much for a night. I broke down. After seeking official help, I found the culprit. Of course, it was Serena. May in Boston, the temperature hit 95°F. Rain poured down continuously, humid and sticky. But I felt like a bucket of ice water was poured on me, teeth chattering. Julian hugged me, comforting me like when we were young: “Don’t cry, I’m here.” I walked into the observation room, light-headed. Serena sat on a chair, trembling slightly, crying pitifully. As if she was the victim. I heard the counselor talking to Julian outside. The counselor thanked Julian for dropping the case and promised it wouldn’t affect Serena’s record. Serena was uncuffed in front of me, throwing herself into Julian’s arms like a bird. She complained in a baby voice that Julian came late, spoiled and arrogant. She looked at me, covering her mouth to hide a smirk. I refused to settle. But all efforts were like throwing eggs at a rock. The cloud drive with evidence of Serena’s crimes mysteriously disappeared. I stood there, unable to even cry. Julian sat in front of the computer, speaking lightly. “Serena has learned her lesson. You need to know when to stop.” Chapter 4 The rumors on the forum were deleted. The school issued a statement saying it was false information posted by unknown persons. No one dared to say who the unknown person was. Serena received no punishment. She continued to use Julian’s secondary card to buy luxury goods everywhere, posting peaceful life updates on Instagram from abroad. Only I was trapped. All the gazes, whispers, whether kind or malicious. Made me feel like I had thorns on my back. Nights became long and unbearable. I relied on pills to close my eyes slightly at dawn. Maybe to appease me, Julian started planning the engagement party with great fanfare. Custom-made wedding dress, ten-carat diamond ring. He gave everything he could. I might have really gone crazy. Desperately trying to hold onto Julian, trying to prove something. On the eve of the engagement, I suddenly woke up from a dream. The spot next to me had been cold for a long time. The phone on the balcony was glowing with a faint white light. Julian had never been so patient with me. “Come back soon. The dress and ring are custom-made for you, isn’t that enough to cool your anger?” His eyes were tender. “Be good. I’m worried about you being alone.” So that was it. No wonder the sales assistant had a weird smile. No wonder the dress was inches too big, the ring loose on my finger. Everything had a trace. I covered my mouth tightly, daring not to make a sound while crying. When my tears were almost dry, Julian returned to the bedroom. Seeing me awake, he kissed the corner of my lips lightly: “We’re getting engaged soon. Are you excited?” I stared blankly. Julian didn’t wait for my reply and lay down. After a while, a tired sigh came from behind. Julian gripped my hand tightly, pinching red marks onto my skin. He mocked: “Serena was driven away by you. Are you still not satisfied?” “I never knew you were so manipulative.” Am I excited? Am I satisfied? What about you, Julian? Are you excited? When you lie next to me, are you thinking about our future? Or reminiscing about your tragic love with Serena? The cold came fierce and fast. I swallowed a few pills dry, thoughts racing. In my dream, Julian was so gentle. But once Serena appeared, he changed his face. Gentle Julian knelt on one knee, holding the ill-fitting diamond ring. He said, Audrey, will you marry me? I cried hysterically in the dream. I said, I don’t. I don’t want to be a laughable footnote in your love story. The bitterness of the pills rose up belatedly. Like today’s bitter tea, flowing into my limbs.

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After getting back together, I started believing every word Julian Vance said. “Bianca is bound to a ‘Conquer System’. She has to complete ’99 Couple Things’ with me to unbind.” “Only the last 5 tasks left. Once done, I will cut ties with her.” “She is my mentor’s only daughter. I can’t watch her die.” I stared at the TV show, not looking up: “Mmhmm. Life is at stake. You should do it.” Julian sighed in relief. “Jolie, you’ve become obedient.” Of course, I didn’t dare disobey. Last time we broke up, my body failed rapidly. The long-lost System reappeared: “Host, you chose to stay in this world for Julian. Once completely separated, you will die soon and never return home.” “To go home, the portal is by Julian’s side.” So when Julian begged me to get back together with red eyes… I put away all my thorns and resentment. And nodded immediately. Chapter 1 One month after reconciling. The portal home didn’t appear. The System went silent. Luckily, my body recovered. I no longer looked like a dying person. Ring ring ring… Julian froze. “It’s Bianca…” I gave him an understanding smile. “I know. She has the System. It’s a special situation.” “Answer it.” As if proving something to me, Julian put it on speaker. Bianca’s sticky-sweet voice oozed out. “Julian, the System just released the 95th task—” “We need to get matching tattoos before midnight tonight.” Julian blurted out: “Matching tattoos? Didn’t we already get them ten years ag—” He stopped mid-sentence. The air became light, so light I could hear the host laughing on TV. Julian turned to look at me, eyes guarded. He was waiting. Waiting for me to scream and question him hysterically like before. But I just kept staring at the TV. Didn’t even blink. Chapter 2 On the phone, Bianca stammered: “But the System says… it has to be on an intimate spot…” “I know you just got back with Jolie.” “She… has nothing but love in her brain. She won’t care if you are saving my life. She only knows how to make a scene.” “Forget it. I don’t want to make things hard for you.” Bianca sounded more and more aggrieved, ending with a sob: “Just let the System erase me.” Julian’s face darkened. His voice turned cold: “Stop talking nonsense! I won’t let anything happen to you!” He hung up, grabbed his jacket, and rushed out. I stood up too. He paused, looking back, frowning: “Jolie, what now?” “She just wants to live—” His words got stuck. Because I just took his car keys from the hook. And handed them to him. Julian froze. Like he was meeting me for the first time. “You used to… react strongly whenever tattoos were mentioned.” “What’s wrong today?” “Never again,” I said. He stared at me for a long time, then scoffed. “New tactic?” “Playing the ‘heartbroken and dead inside’ card?” I sighed wearily, wanting to explain. But he snatched the keys and slammed the door. Chapter 3 The living room returned to silence. I curled up on the sofa. And fell asleep. Dusty memories surged in my dream. I didn’t belong to this world. After an accident, I opened my eyes, and the System brought me here. Leaving only two sentences: [Conquer Julian Vance within three months and marry him.] [Otherwise, you will die completely.] Then, the System vanished. Julian back then was nothing like now. Family bankrupt. Massive debt. He hid in a dark rental apartment, surrounded by empty bottles, like a dying beast. I approached him bravely. Cleaning up the mess, cooking hangover soup clumsily, listening quietly when he rambled drunk. I didn’t know big philosophies. I could only tell him over and over. It will get better. Everything will be fine. The three-month deadline was approaching. But his eyes were still numb and empty, like looking through fog. I didn’t want to die. On the last day, I broke down. Crying, I told him the truth— I am a Conqueror. I will die if I don’t marry him. I begged him to marry me. I was ready for him to call me crazy. But he looked at me, tear-stained and pathetic, was silent for a long time, then rasped one word: “Okay.” Chapter 4 We got the certificate just like that. Strangely. After marriage. Julian actually started getting better. He quit drinking. Reconnected with the world. Looking for opportunities, negotiating deals. During the hardest years of his startup, we suffered a lot, but leaning on each other, we built a warm home in this strange world. Three years later, the System reappeared. Asking if I wanted to go home. That day, Julian closed a huge deal. He bought me a 3-carat pink diamond ring and booked the restaurant I always wanted. Looking at the light in his eyes, I realized I had fallen in love with him long ago. I didn’t want to leave. The second month after I rejected the System. Bianca returned to the country. Chapter 5 The first time I met Bianca. Julian and I almost divorced. That day, Julian took me to a private party to introduce me to his friends. Bianca was there. She wore a crop top. On her slender waist, there was a small symbol tattoo. That symbol. I knew it to my bones. Because it was branded on me too. Same spot. And. On Julian. One year after marriage, Julian and I slept together for the first time. That was when I saw it. On his left hip, a small but designed symbol. I asked what it was. He said: “It’s from an ancient tribe. It means willing to protect the loved one with life.” Back then, he cupped my face seriously: “You are the only girlfriend in my life.” “The only wife.” “I will protect you with everything.” I naturally thought. This tattoo was for me. Later, I secretly went to a tattoo shop, endured the pain, and got the same pattern on the same spot. When Julian saw it, he froze. No surprise or emotion I expected. He just looked at me with extremely complex eyes, silent for a long time. Finally, he said nothing, just hugged me hard, almost hurting me, voice hoarse. “…Silly girl.” I thought he was touched. Until I saw Bianca. I realized. I was just a clown, indulging in wishful thinking. Chapter 6 I booked laser removal that day. And proposed divorce. Julian stopped me like a madman. Eyes red, explaining incoherently. He and Bianca were childhood sweethearts. Ambiguous for years, just missing a label. Until the eve he planned to confess, his identity was revealed— He was the fake son switched at birth. Overnight. He lost everything. “Bianca flew abroad the next day and married a rich man there.” Julian gripped my hand, shaking: “When I was at my lowest, dirtiest, wanting to die, YOU were with me. How could I still feel anything for her?” “Don’t sentence me to death because of my past, Wifey, please.” “Without you, I wouldn’t have lived.” Looking at the bloodshot eyes. I wavered.

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I chased Ethan until my life fell apart. The whole internet called me a desperate stalker. But what he gave me in return was always a cold face, harsh words, and disgust. Until I finally wanted to give up. Then I heard he was going to marry the girl who bullied me in high school. I drugged him. But he choked me, pinning me against the wall, looking at me like I was dirt. “Lily, what’s the difference between you and a bitch in heat?” Later, I went to a Swiss sanitarium for my depression and died from an overdose of sedatives given by an unethical doctor. When the news of my death came, Ethan was standing at the altar. Chapter 1 Ethan was drugged. His face was unnaturally flushed, breathing rapid, eyes hazy. He looked up at me. For a second, I saw a trace of tenderness in his eyes. Like the wind crossing the wilderness, finally willing to stop for me. I was possessed. My heart burned. My feet moved forward uncontrollably. I wanted to kiss him. Just once, and I’d be satisfied. But just as my lips were about to touch his… He seemed to wake up suddenly and shoved me away. Hard. I crashed into the corner of the table. Pain shot through my lower back. He stumbled backward, step by step towards the door. Behind that door was another woman’s embrace. If he walked out, I would never have a chance again. The thought hooked me. I rushed over and hugged his waist from behind tightly. “Don’t go…” My voice trembled. “Brother, don’t you know how much I love you?” I hugged tighter, like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood. “How can you marry someone else? If you leave me, I will really die! I will die!” Ethan stiffened. The next second, he broke free ruthlessly. His movement was sharp, without a shred of attachment. He looked at me with fatal pity. As if I had committed an unforgivable sin. “Lily, we are siblings.” “So what?” My voice broke. “We aren’t blood-related!” I looked at him, hoping to find a tiny bit of softness in his eyes. “Brother, I don’t believe… you feel nothing for me.” The air was terrifyingly quiet. Chapter 2 Long silence. Finally, he spoke. His voice was low and exhausted: “It’s my fault as a brother, making you have such thoughts.” He seemed to blame himself, but it hurt more than blaming me. Tears fell instantly. I collapsed. I asked him with a shaking voice: “What did I do wrong?” “I just fell in love with someone…” “It just happens to be you.” He couldn’t understand. As if I was talking about something disgusting. I approached him step by step, like a dog about to be abandoned. “Brother… let’s make a deal, okay?” “Just… sleep with me.” He froze. I became more frantic, more desperate. “I’m not just your sister.” “I am a woman too. I can like people, I can love.” “You don’t know how much I love you…” “My dreams are full of you.” “I want to give my first time to you. Why don’t you want it?” Ethan’s eyes changed instantly. Shocked and disgusted by my words. I lunged to kiss him, my hands wandering, trying to strip him, wanting him to see how shameless I could be for him. But the next second. He grabbed my neck. The immense force forced my head up. I couldn’t breathe. I could only see his red eyes filled with sober disgust. He panted, word by word. “Lily, look at yourself now.” “What’s the difference between you and a bitch in heat?” He paused after saying it. As if he scared himself. But he didn’t take it back. Tears covered my face. I could barely stand. He let go, turned, and walked toward the door. I threw myself at him, grabbing his sleeve, almost kneeling. “Why is it Ashley?” “Why her?” “Can’t it be anyone else? Please… just not her…” Ethan stopped for two seconds. Those two seconds felt like a knife carving my heart. Then he shook off my hand. Like shaking off dirt. “Lily, you are insane.” He left without looking back. Chapter 3 Ethan didn’t know I had depression. He didn’t know the culprit of everything was Ashley. Ethan and I were a blended family. When I was nine, my father married his mother. My father was honest and worked hard all his life. Ethan’s mother was shrewd, realistic, and mean. Most importantly, she favored boys over girls. We were poor. Every dollar counted. In her eyes, I, the baggage, was a waste of food. When Dad was alive, she pretended to spoil me. But after Dad died, she changed completely. She said I ate too much. Said I was useless. Said I stole her son’s resources. At dinner, she gave all the meat to Ethan. My bowl only had half rice. Sometimes, she wouldn’t let me eat at the table. I often couldn’t sleep from hunger, stomach burning. Ethan couldn’t stand it. He would secretly put meat in my bowl with his chopsticks. Whispering: “Eat quickly.” On the way to school, his pockets were always full. Bread, cookies, candy. He pretended to give them casually. “I can’t eat it. Help me.” “I don’t like the taste. Yours.” I knew he couldn’t bear to eat a single bite himself. Later, he secretly took part-time jobs. Flyers, labor, moving things. His hands were full of blisters. The money wasn’t for himself. It was for my snacks, hair clips, heat packs. He even secretly bought me a cake for my birthday. That was the best cake I ever had in my life. Chapter 4 The day I got my first period, I curled up in bed in pain. Stepmother ignored me. But he touched my head in panic: “Lily, where does it hurt?” I whispered my stomach hurt, blood stained my pants. His ears turned red as he went to the bathroom and washed that small underwear clean. After that, he bought books on female physiology. Studied them seriously at night. The next day, he clumsily but seriously told me: what menstruation is, how to care for it, how to relieve pain. He made me ginger tea and hot compresses when I was in pain. Those years, we weren’t rich. But I never felt lonely. He was the only one who patted my head and remembered what I liked to eat. He filled all the missing family love. Taught me dependence. Taught me trust. With his thin body, he lifted me from the abyss. Made me feel I wasn’t redundant. Not a burden. I knew from then on, as long as I followed him, I wouldn’t suffer, wouldn’t be left behind. Ethan was the only person in the world who loved me.

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On the first day we got back together, Julian posted a photo of me on his Instagram for the first time. He tossed the phone to me, acting like he was doing me a huge favor: “Satisfied now?” “Don’t break up with me over such small things next time.” I looked at the so-called “beautiful photo” that I used to beg him to post. My heart felt nothing. Suddenly, I realized… I don’t think I love him anymore. Chapter 1 Seeing me stare at the post, Julian rubbed his brow irritably: “I hid it from Lila. You know her condition. If she finds out we’re back together, she’ll get worse.” Only then did I notice the little icon below the post indicating specific people were blocked. So, he hid it from Lila. Rarely, I didn’t feel sad or angry. Just a bit… speechless. “You and Lila aren’t related by blood. She’s just your stepsister.” “If you really like her, I can let you go. Be together.” The moment the words left my mouth, I startled myself. Ever since I discovered Lila had feelings for Julian beyond sibling love, I had been fighting her. I never gave her a break, let alone “blessed” them. Even this breakup was because Lila got sick and demanded Julian play her boyfriend for a day. She demanded he post her photo, or she wouldn’t do the surgery. When I found out, Julian was as calm as ever, sure I wouldn’t leave: “It’s just a photo. We didn’t do anything. Stop being unreasonable.” I cried and broke up. He just said “Whatever.” Because he knew I chased him for years and never gave up. He knew I’d come back. But I clearly felt it. This time, it was different. Maybe my tone was too calm. Julian stared at me for a while, frowning deeply. When he spoke again, his voice softened: “I didn’t think it through. I ignored your feelings. I’ll delete it and repost.” “No need…” Ignoring my objection, he deleted the post blocking Lila and uploaded a photobooth picture of us. Openly visible to everyone. But instead of sweetness, I felt a strange annoyance rising in my chest. Sure enough, within half an hour, Lila stormed from her dorm to Julian’s apartment. Chapter 2 It was freezing tonight, yet Lila wore a thin white dress. Opening the door, I saw her face, pale as paper. Julian immediately grabbed a coat and wrapped it around her: “Are you crazy? Wearing so little?” She didn’t speak, just stood there, looking at Julian stubbornly. A moment later, she “fainted.” I watched Julian carry her to the sofa in a panic, taking her temperature, wiping her face with a hot towel. The “unconscious” Lila opened her eyes slightly and gave me a provocative smirk. In the past, I would have screamed. But now, I just silently opened a game of League of Legends. The room was quiet, except for the game sounds: “Double Kill,” “Triple Kill,” “Ace.” When I got a Pentakill with Jinx, I finally put down my phone. Lila “woke up.” Both of them looked at me with complex expressions. Julian hesitated: “It’s raining hard. I want Lila to stay the night.” “Okay.” I agreed readily. Julian’s face looked bad. Until I added: “I’m going back to my dorm.” He seemed relieved. “Chloe, don’t throw a tantrum now. Lila can’t get wet. She has surgery next week.” He added: “You sleep with Lila in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.” That was exactly what I feared. Last Christmas, Julian took me home. Short on rooms, I shared one with Lila. Lila talked in her sleep all night, calling Julian’s name over and over. I didn’t sleep a wink. That was when I discovered her feelings. But the rain was getting heavier. As soon as I stepped out, the wind blew my umbrella away. I returned to the apartment silently. Seeing my mess, Julian looked amused and pained. He grabbed a towel to dry my hair: “Told you not to be stubborn…” I dodged his hand gently: “I can do it myself.” Julian’s hand froze in mid-air. Chapter 3 I thought it would be another sleepless night, but Lila was quiet. I highly suspected she faked the sleep-talking last time just to disgust me. Midnight. I got up for water and found the person next to me gone. Light seeped from the living room door crack. Whispers. I walked to the door. “You said you never look back. Why get back with her? What am I?” Lila’s voice carried a sob. “I only see you as a sister.” “Sister?” Lila sneered. “You date your sister? Hug her? Kiss her?” Julian’s reply was calm and cruel: “That’s in the past.” “Since Mom found out and died of a heart attack, we were over.” My heart skipped a beat. No wonder they always had that weird intimacy. They dated. Lila sobbed, looking up and meeting my eyes through the crack. A strange light flashed in her eyes. “Julian.” She lifted her chin: “Just tonight. Don’t push me away. From tomorrow, you are just my brother.” I saw Julian stiffen. As she leaned in to kiss him, I silently raised my phone. Intending to record it. But I forgot to turn off the flash and sound. Click. Julian turned sharply, meeting my eyes. Chapter 4 He pushed Lila away instantly and strode over: “Chloe, listen to me—” I didn’t stop recording, pointing the camera at his eyes: “Explain. I’m listening.” Confusion flashed in his eyes: “What is this?” I turned to leave. Julian grabbed my wrist. “When Mom found out about us, she had a heart attack and died. Her dying wish was for me to take care of Lila as a brother.” He took a deep breath. His vow was recorded clearly: “Being with Lila is the biggest regret of my life. Chloe, the only one I like now is you.” My gaze drifted to Lila, who sat on the floor, face pale. “Julian…” Her pleading whisper didn’t get a glance from him. As if she couldn’t hold on anymore, she ran out crying. This time, Julian didn’t chase her. He said: “I was wrong before. Mom’s wish made Lila push boundaries. I gave her the chance to hurt you. Sorry. Never again.” Julian held my hand gently. The warmth I used to crave passed through his palm. But my heart was strangely calm. Even scornful. I didn’t believe Julian would cut ties with Lila. As long as they contacted, as long as Lila loved him, it would be a mess. … I guessed right. Lila bombarded me with harassment messages for days. She sent me a burner Twitter account. Full of records of their secret relationship three years ago. “See? We kissed watching Titanic. We prayed at the temple to be together forever. He worked part-time for a month to buy me this bag…” She sent a smug emoji: “Did he do any of this for you?” I sent her Julian’s audio recording. [Being with Lila is the biggest regret of my life. Chloe, the only one I like now is you.] Lila broke down: “He’s lying! He promised on the Ferris wheel he’d only love me!” I sent the audio again. Lila raged: “You are just his excuse to avoid me! Because you’re an orphan and chased him for three years, he pitied you!” I copied the audio again. Lila: “…” Finally, she blocked me. I stared at the red exclamation mark, thoughts drifting. Two months ago, Titanic re-released. I bought tickets, excited to go with Julian. I waited all day. He never showed. Next day, I blocked him at his apartment: “Lila had a piano competition. I went with her.” Seeing my red eyes, he scolded cold: “Don’t call so much when you can’t reach me. You almost distracted Lila.” I remembered again. Maybe because I cried too hard that day. To make up for it, Julian agreed to go to the temple with me. On the way, Lila called, scared of a health checkup. Julian ditched me and took a taxi to the hospital: “Lila is afraid of needles. I have to go.” Walking back alone, I saw Lila’s Instagram. A photo of a diamond bracelet and medical report: “To coax me for the blood draw, Brother bought me the bracelet I wanted!” I had just reposted a lottery for that bracelet. Lila commented then: “I like it too. But I don’t need luck for it.” True. Whatever she wanted, Julian gave her.

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“An educated woman would never lower herself to be a mistress. So, I hope you can withdraw voluntarily.” I looked up at the young woman in front of me. “Does Julian know about this meeting?” She raised an eyebrow arrogantly. “This is our mutual decision. As long as you don’t go overboard, we will try to meet your demands.” “Okay.” I slowly curled my lips. Adults don’t make choices. Everything you have… I want it all. Chapter 1 “Tell me your story first. After listening, I’ll consider the divorce.” The woman rested her chin on her hand, her eyes instantly softening with a romantic filter. “We met at an industry cocktail party. He is knowledgeable, witty, and taught me a lot. Although he is eight years older than me, we have no communication barriers.” She paused, corners of her mouth lifting slightly. “Of course, we are compatible in every way.” The air grew thin. My ears buzzed. But nearly forty years of life experience told me now was not the time to flip the table. “Didn’t you just say educated women disdain interfering in other people’s marriages? Yet you climbed into another woman’s husband’s bed so quickly?” The woman felt no shame. “He wasn’t wearing a ring at the time. Besides, anyone can see your marriage doesn’t nourish him. A healthy relationship should be mutual achievement, not a one-sided burden.” I nodded in agreement. “So, you are very capable at work?” She straightened her back. “I’m eight years younger than you, and I’m about to be promoted to VP of Finance. By the time I reach your age, I’m confident I will become Julian’s indispensable right hand.” “Well said.” I clapped my hands. “It seems you are the partner who resonates with him spiritually and realistically. I am old and can’t keep up with his pace.” The woman hid a trace of smugness. “So, you are willing to withdraw and let us be?” “Of course.” “I trust Julian’s taste. Finding such an excellent stepmother for my son is my son’s blessing. You deserve it.” “Stepmother?” The expression on her face froze instantly. “What do you mean?” I looked more confused than her. “Didn’t Julian tell you we have a seven-year-old son?” “Your son, what does he have to do with me?” I scoffed lightly. “Young women are everywhere. You should understand these principles better than me. If you want to be Julian’s right hand, don’t consider having children. Instead of letting Julian find some unreliable slut, I’d rather it be you.” I looked her up and down. “You won’t understand until you are a mother. Custody is just a legal procedure. Who gets the money is the substance. I don’t mind you raising my son, as long as you are willing to package your second half of life and give it to him.” The smile on the woman’s face stiffened instantly. Replaced by shock and fear. The next second, the waiter brought the bill. “Hello, who is paying?” I pointed to the girl opposite me. “Of course, it’s her. This is my son’s stepmother, the VP of Finance at a state-owned enterprise. By the way, you don’t mind if I take a few cakes to go, right?” I pointed casually at the counter. The woman’s face turned black as she slowly took out her phone. “Your son has nothing to do with me. I won’t raise him, nor will I accept him. I will discuss custody with Julian again.” With that, she grabbed her bag and stormed off. Chapter 2 Staring at her back, a sourness surged in my nose. No one knows how long I waited for this day. Two years? Three years? I can’t remember. Yes, I knew about Julian’s affair long ago. For the past three years, his most frequent phrase was that the company was doing poorly, asking me and our son to cut expenses. So for three years, I lived worse than a dog. But this woman, under his care, went from a monthly salary of $5,000 to an annual salary of $400,000. Once the heart tastes pleasure, it becomes greedy. She was no longer satisfied with companionship; she wanted to replace me, to stand by his side legitimately. Just now, when the sun hit her face, even her peach fuzz glowed gold. Every gesture was full of ease untouched by hardship. I’m not surprised Julian loves her. The woman in the mirror is 36. My entire youth is hidden in the fine lines of my eyes. My era has quietly ended. The next second, the alarm rang. Leo was about to finish school. At the apartment entrance, I saw Julian rushing back. “Sorry, I didn’t know she would find you.” I looked up, forcing back tears. “She is more honest than you. At least she knows I can’t wait anymore.” Julian’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he finally said it. “You can ask for anything. After all these years, I won’t let you suffer too much.” My nose soured again. So everything that woman said was true. My departure had long been gossip over their tea and dinner. “Dad! Mom!” A childish cheer came from behind. The school bus stopped, and my son rushed over. At seven, he didn’t know what happened. He only knew to hug his leg and act spoiled: “Daddy, I missed you so much!” My heart was silently wrung again. For seven years, I gave him a fairy tale world. He is kind and simple, thinking all parents love each other like I pretended. How do I tell him this father already built a home outside? At night, after coaxing Leo to sleep, I walked to the living room. Julian was on the balcony making a call. His back was so familiar, yet so distant. I remember. Seven years ago in the delivery room, looking at the wrinkled little life, his hands trembled: “Joanna, I swear, I will protect you both with my life.” I remember. Postpartum hair loss clogged the drain. He squatted on the floor, picking up the hair strand by strand, eyes red: “No more babies. Your hair used to be so beautiful.” I remember. When Leo was two and had a febrile seizure, I was scared out of my wits, only crying on the phone. He was at a project site 300 miles away. He drove all night, appearing at the hospital in four and a half hours, hugging me tight: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” That sentence made me believe for ten years. How did we get here? “Joanna.” The man opened the balcony door, bringing in a chill. “Is Leo asleep?” I nodded, pulling out the prepared divorce agreement from my bag. “Let’s talk.” “Ten years of marriage, two houses, two cars. I know nothing about the assets in your hands these years, so I give you two options.” “One: You take Leo and the small apartment. All remaining assets go to me.” “Two: I take Leo and both houses. You are responsible for paying off the remaining mortgage.” Julian’s brows furrowed. “You actually… don’t want our son? How do you plan to explain this to him?” “Explain?” I looked at him incredulously. “Did you consider how to explain to our son when you were undressing with that woman?” He closed his eyes, jaw tight. “I don’t want to fight, but neither option is fair to me. Don’t forget I earned all the money in this family.” I nodded and pressed play on the recording. “I’m eight years younger than you, and I’m about to be promoted to VP of Finance. By the time I reach your age, I’m confident I will become Julian’s indispensable right hand.” Recording ended. I looked at him. “Julian, I’m so proud of you. You found a soulmate evenly matched in power. So, what’s wrong with compensating me a little more?” Yes, I was threatening him. Chapter 3 Although he is the group CEO, evidence of favoritism towards his mistress should be worth a lot. The next second, his phone rang. Julian hastily grabbed the agreement. “I’ll take this to read. We’ll discuss details tomorrow.” “Okay. Hope you get what you wish for.” That night, sleep was impossible. Custody of my son. Direction of the future. Everything was unknown. But I understood one thing: the father-son bond cannot be broken. I can protect wealth for my son, but I can’t give him the future he wants. I know everyone would advise me to work hard, fight for a bright future for my son, and make the scumbag regret. But the reality is I am almost forty. My best youth was dedicated to this family. Now, one sentence from him overturned my entire decade. When the sky turned pale, Julian sent a message: “Joanna, can you get to City Hall by 9? Let’s negotiate details in person.” Sent at 4:58 AM. He really didn’t want to wait a minute longer. I opened my swollen eyes a slit. Staring at that sentence for a long time. I replied one word: “Okay.” Dealing with that Ivy League woman taught me a lesson: Except for the mother, no one truly wants custody. So from the start, I couldn’t show any desire. I wanted Julian to willingly push our son back to me. When I arrived at City Hall, the two were waiting. “You’re finally here.” The man stood up, pulling out a chair for me habitually. “About the house… I think, the big house has nearly $2 million in mortgage left, you can’t afford it. So you can have the small apartment, plus $500,000 compensation. Enough for you and Leo.” He paused. “Vivian is still young. It’s unfair for her to take care of Leo right away. Besides… we will have our own children.” I looked at their hands tightly clasped under the table and understood instantly. He wasn’t afraid of my threat. This recording couldn’t directly prove embezzlement or conflict of interest. Her promotion could have countless explanations. For my son, I didn’t dare make a scene at his company. So, he regained control. I took a deep breath, feigning weakness: “The big house is mine, and you pay off the mortgage. That’s my bottom line.” Hearing this, Julian looked troubled. “Joanna, most of my cash and bonuses are in company stock options. The industry is bad, cashing out now means losing half the value… Mom’s illness two years ago took a lot of my money. I really can’t do it now.” “But! Leo is my heart. I promise I won’t skimp on child support. Name a number, if I can do it, I will.” Looking at this face I once loved deeply, now full of calculation, I laughed lightly. They looked at me confused. “What are you laughing at?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I took a printed list from my bag. I looked up at the Ivy League woman. “Miss Vivian, you heard him. The way a man cries poverty to his old love might be the reality you face one day.” “He says he has no money, I believe him. But as long as this joint debt exists, he and I will be bound forever.” “So the only one who can solve this problem is you.” The woman frowned. “Me?” Chapter 4 “Yes.” I pushed the house photo and floor plan over. “Use your personal assets to buy this house. This will permanently remove the ex-wife obstacle, and you will have enough say. This is the essential difference between a career woman and a housewife.” The air solidified. Julian looked like he ate shit. “What are you talking about? Why should Vivian bear this debt?” I looked at him puzzled. “Or else? Isn’t that why you brought her here?” The career woman finally reacted, lips trembling slightly. “You want me to… buy the house you lived in?” “Smart!” I snapped my fingers. “Love requires sincerity, right? Six million, a friendship price. Two million down payment to release the lien, consider it redeeming your lover.” I leaned back, meeting their incredulous gazes. “To be honest, I’ve waited for this day for a long time.” Silence. Her chest heaved. But she had no choice. She is an educated woman. Completely different from a shrew like me. In their eyes, I am a yellow-faced woman with no wealth, no status, who can’t even keep her husband. So what? I smiled brightly at her in the sunlight. “By the way, Julian likes to sleep in the study. Hope you can fix that bad habit.” With that, I picked up my bag and left. I love love-brained women. Especially those who are educated, make money, and think they control everything. They always think their status can crush any housewife. Little do they know, the real hunter has been sitting across the table, waiting for her to bet everything. Then, smiling, takes it all. Whether she buys the house or not, I won my first move. I successfully moved her from the position of a third party enjoying the fruits to a partner. Why do men always think true love is with the mistress? Because that relationship has no mortgage pressure, no diapers, no seven-year itch. All he experiences with her is pleasure. So, here comes the problem. Want to break free completely? Put away the stock option excuse, take out 2 million real cash, and pay the debt. Want to maintain dignity? Find someone to take over this house. Unless cash hits my account, I will never sign any divorce papers. Late at night, the doorbell rang.

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