I was bound to a “Sick Transmigration System.” I transmigrated into the body of the real heiress, who everyone despised. Everyone loved the fake heiress, who had been meticulously cared for by the family for sixteen years. My three older brothers, afraid I would snatch what belonged to the fake heiress, mocked and ridiculed me. My biological parents, afraid my appearance would hurt the fake heiress, tried their best to compensate her. They never considered my feelings. They saw my craving for love as a threat, as jealousy. Later, I was dying. Even later, my second brother found the diary I hid under my pillow. They broke down. 1 I was bound to the “Sick Transmigration System.” I transmigrated into the body of Mia Sterling, the real heiress who had been found by the wealthy Sterling family six months ago. On my first day here. I got a plate of food thrown right in my face. Freshly cooked curry sauce dripped from my cheeks down to my neck, and fish balls rolled off my clothes onto the floor. It burned. I looked at the boy in front of me expressionlessly. There was no emotion in my eyes. Everyone else was shocked by his action too. Mother Sterling exclaimed, “Caden, what are you doing!” Caden Sterling looked a bit regretful, but what came out of his mouth was blame. “It’s because she always has that deadpan face. Didn’t she hear Lily talking to her?” Lily Sterling looked guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was because of me…” She looked at me apologetically. “Third Brother didn’t mean it. Mia, can I apologize for him?” Caden immediately got upset. “Who is she to deserve your apology? Lily, why do you care so much about her!” I twitched my lips faintly. I also really wanted to know what the original owner was to them. Looking at Lily, surrounded by three brothers, wearing a pristine white dress, her hair exquisitely styled. While I was stained yellow by curry sauce, smelling of food without even lowering my head. Lily. The family’s precious pearl. This name shouldn’t have been hers. I ignored Lily. I picked up the only fish ball left on my leg, swallowed it along with the sauce remaining on my lips. Not the taste I remembered. I stood up to leave. “I’m full, going back to my room now, thanks.” Turning around, I met the housekeeper, Auntie May’s worried gaze and smiled at her. Silence fell over the dining table. Father and Mother Sterling looked unhappy. Eldest brother Lucas Sterling said in a deep voice, “Caden, you really went too far this time. Mia didn’t do anything.” 2 I died in my original world. Late-stage stomach cancer, died at eighteen. Died from sheer pain. No one was by my side. Except for that fish ball just now, I hadn’t eaten anything normal for nearly three months. Maybe the System pitied me and brought me to this world. This body also has stomach cancer. But not yet terminal. The System said the original girl committed suicide by taking sleeping pills today. Frequent abdominal pain accompanied by coughing up blood told her something was wrong with her body. But she was afraid speaking up would trouble the Sterling family. Afraid it would make her family, who already disliked her, hate her even more. So she chose to leave this world directly. She was so silly. The Sterling family is rich; with proper treatment, she might have recovered. This family is truly ironic. They didn’t realize their biological daughter was sick even after having her back for six months. “Why am I here?” A girl who shared the same fate as me. Also an orphan from childhood. Also had stomach cancer. Maybe she was luckier than me. At sixteen, she was taken home by her biological parents. Maybe she was unluckier than me. She went to be an angel before ever receiving a shred of unreserved love. The System was silent. “My arrival seems to have worsened the body’s symptoms?” Feeling the taste of blood in my throat, I asked the System. The System said, “Yes. Like the original you, you might only make it to 18…” “But if you cooperate with treatment…” I said lightly, “Not treating it.” Doesn’t matter, gonna die anyway. Besides, I don’t want to live. 3 In the middle of the night, my stomach hurt unbearably. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It felt like returning to my past life. Curled up every night, eyes open until dawn. There was nothing in the room. My mouth was dry, so I fumbled downstairs in the dark to find water. But I ran into my second brother, Ethan Sterling, in the living room. Ethan was a pro gamer, so it was normal for him to be up at 2 or 3 AM. Obviously, Ethan noticed me too. He looked at me with an ugly expression. Ethan was the most silent person in the Sterling family. The original owner hadn’t seen a good face from him in the six months she’d been back. I ignored him. He was probably annoyed just seeing the original owner. I hunched over and went to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to me, Ethan was scared by my appearance. Under the dim night light of the living room. He clearly saw me sweating profusely from pain, my lips pale. Except for the unnaturally red scald on my cheek, everywhere else was scary white. And I was used to looking abnormal from the torture of illness, so naturally, I didn’t care. I leaned on the sink to rest, and the next second, blood surged up, and I vomited blood. Retches. I choked out tears in discomfort. There was movement at the kitchen door; Ethan had followed me in. I hurriedly turned on the tap to wash away the blood in the sink, cupped my hands, and drank a few mouthfuls of tap water. Then I heard Ethan’s deep voice: “Drink warm water if you’re thirsty. Cold water gives you diarrhea.” I hummed softly, lowered my head, and tried to bypass him to leave. The original owner had barely spoken a few sentences to this second brother, and I had no desire to entangle with this family. But my wrist was grabbed by Ethan. I tilted my head to look at him, voice hoarse: “Second Brother, something wrong?” The close distance allowed Ethan to see the wound on my face more clearly. He was silent for a while before frowning: “Why didn’t you treat the burn on your face?” I looked at the expression on his face that seemed impatient. He probably thought this was just some trick to get attention. I pulled my hand back, nodding randomly, “Mm, going back now.” Too close. Ethan turned on the light and frowned as he approached the sink. Although the blood had been washed away. He still keenly saw the traces of red lingering after being washed by the water flow… 4 Early the next morning, I went downstairs and bumped into Caden at the stairwell. The original owner’s third brother was the one most hostile to her. He and Lily were similar in age and had the deepest bond. Maybe the boy was too young, only knowing that the sister he doted on and protected since childhood was suddenly replaced. This new person was going to take everything away from Lily. He vented all his dissatisfaction on his biological sister. He blamed her for breaking their original life. Little did he know, the original owner was the most innocent one. Caden looked at the obvious burn on my face, eyes dodging. He deliberately didn’t speak to me, waiting for me to greet him. Unexpectedly, I didn’t even look at him, walked around him, and left. Father Sterling said coldly, “You’re a big girl now, don’t you know how to treat a little burn yourself? What do you look like going out like this?” Father Sterling was a traditional patriarch; his eyes held more interest than family. He was just afraid my appearance would embarrass him. Moreover, the original owner was just someone brought back six months ago, with no skills in arts or music, poor grades, and no utilization value. Mother Sterling also looked disapproving. I sneered. If it were Lily, she would probably have been sent to the hospital immediately. Last night, no one took the initiative to ask if I was burned. Or if I was hungry after eating so little. Truly biased to the extreme. “There’s no first aid kit in the room.” Now it was the Sterling family’s turn to be silent. The master bedrooms in the Sterling villa naturally had everything. But they brought the original owner back and let their biological daughter stay in the guest room. The guest room had pitifully few things. The original owner even had to use the public bathroom. No one took the initiative to suggest changing rooms for the original owner. Mother Sterling looked at her daughter’s face, similar to hers, flushed red, and felt a moment of panic. If it were Lily, a little injury would attract the whole family’s care. Why was it that with me, there wasn’t a sound. Not as endearing as Lily at all. Caden said stubbornly, “How would we know it’s this serious if you didn’t say anything.” My upper abdomen started to hurt in waves, and I couldn’t help but hunch over. A taste of blood surged in my throat. I pulled my backpack straps, voice hoarse: “I’m going to school.” Caden frowned. Maybe it was his illusion, but Mia’s posture seemed wrong…

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In the morning, I had just finalized my divorce with Ethan. By the afternoon, he was on a plane back to River City with our daughter. Looking at the divorce certificate in my hand, I realized this was all that remained of our five-year marriage. I sold my house in Clear River and quit my job. With that, my last traces in Clear River vanished. On the high-speed train back to my hometown, I received a call from my daughter. She asked why I didn’t go back to River City with them. I smiled and answered: “Didn’t you cry and scream that you didn’t want me as your mother anymore?” “Don’t worry, you’ll have a new mom soon.” 1 Returning to my hometown, I saw Grandma leaning on her cane, looking out from the doorway. Beside her stood a cute little girl, looking at me curiously. In the past, I would have happily hugged any child I saw. But now, I didn’t like children anymore. Grandma told me this was the granddaughter of our neighbor, Grandma Ge. Her son and daughter-in-law had died in an accident, leaving only this child, so she was sent to the countryside. I nodded, feeling a flicker of sympathy, but I still didn’t like children. The little girl looked at me with big, round eyes: “Auntie, you’re really pretty.” I twitched the corner of my mouth, ignored her, and helped Grandma into the house. Grandma Ge came over a while later and took the little girl home. In the middle of the night, the sound of an ambulance siren pierced the silence. I opened the door to see Grandma Ge being carried into the ambulance, with the little girl standing behind, snot and tears streaming down her face. Later, the police took the little girl away. Two days later, Grandma sighed and told me that Grandma Ge had a heart attack and didn’t make it. I suddenly thought of that pitiful child and felt a pang of regret. I asked Grandma: “What about the little girl? Does she have any other relatives besides Grandma Ge?” Grandma thought for a moment and told me she seemed to have a distant uncle in the neighboring county. I felt relieved, at least the little girl would have a place to stay. The next morning, I opened the door and saw the little girl sitting shivering at the neighbor’s door. Obviously, the little girl’s relatives were unwilling to take her in and sent her back. Grandma looked at my face and told me she wanted to adopt the girl. I didn’t speak, but took the little girl to the police station to ask about the situation. In the end, I went through the procedures for her, and from then on, a girl named Nina was added to my household register. 2 After a month of settling in, I established my life back in my hometown. Nina was originally a cheerful girl, but the loss of her family members one by one had a significant impact on her. She changed from a girl who loved to laugh into a silent and solemn person. Although young, she became increasingly mature. She would watch my expressions, help me with housework, and go to the fields with Grandma to pick vegetables, helping her carry the basket. Every time I saw Nina being so sensible, I would think of my child far away in River City. The little princess held in the palm of the He family’s hand, Icey. If Icey wanted meat, someone would send her a ranch. If Icey wanted to swim, someone would send her a hotel. Nina often cried in the middle of the night, asking me if I would abandon her in the future. I held her in my arms, stroked her head, and answered: “No, Mom wants to live a happy life and doesn’t want to hurt the people around her.” “So, Nina, Mom will always make you happy. Do you believe Mom?” She was silent for a long time, then hugged me tightly. “Mom, Nina will always be with you. Nina also wants Mom to be happy.” Time passed bit by bit. Nina grew up day by day. When she was seven, Nina started elementary school. For years, I picked up and dropped off Nina every day, rain or shine. I held Nina’s hand walking home; Nina was very quiet along the way. Sometimes seeing other little girls crying to their parents, Nina would just glance lightly, telling me to be calm. I laughed; Nina was becoming more and more mature. Just walking into the small courtyard, a little girl in a fluffy dress ran towards me. “Mom!” I stepped back, and Nina caught the little girl who almost fell. “Little kid, you’ve got the wrong person.” I looked up at the man sitting opposite Grandma. “Sir, you must have the wrong place.” Icey immediately wailed. I looked at Grandma, who helplessly pulled Nina into the house. The year I returned to my hometown, I told Grandma that I would not contact the He family again. Grandma knew my past and didn’t ask much. Later, with Nina, Grandma hardly ever thought about that great-granddaughter with a bit of a temper. Ethan walked up to me, staring at me without saying a word. I stepped aside, leaving the door open for them, meaning for them to leave quickly. Icey saw Nina walk into the house, wiped her tears, and hugged my leg. “Mom, I miss you so much. Come back to River City with us, okay?” I smiled and patted her head, took her hand and walked outside. Turning to Ethan: “Mr. He, let’s talk outside.” 3 I looked at Ethan’s familiar face and remembered our past. Everything before seemed like a story in a novel, interesting yet boring. My grandfather and Ethan’s grandfather were comrades when they were young. It was said that my grandfather retired early due to injury because he saved Ethan’s grandfather. So before my grandfather passed away, our family had very close contact with the He family. The year I graduated from college, it was said that Ethan beat up a young master from a certain family in River City. The He family was afraid that family would cause trouble, so they arranged for Ethan to stay in Clear River for a while. That day, I received a call from my grandfather asking me to pick someone up at the airport. Just graduated, I was busy looking for a job everywhere. After a day of interviews, I had lost all my energy. Without time to freshen up, I casually tidied up and rushed to the airport. When I arrived, Ethan had been waiting impatiently at the exit for a long time. He sat on the steps, looking at his phone nonchalantly, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning. The moment I saw him, I felt the fatigue of the day disappear. A boy as radiant as the scorching sun is the easiest to fall for. Crushing on someone, for me, was just chasing the possibility of getting closer to him each time, but never reaching the dream’s end. I knew the gap between our two families was like a chasm, but I couldn’t stop my heart from beating fast. After living with his grandparents in the countryside for half a month, Ethan felt too bored. Not long after, Grandpa called me and told me Ethan wanted to come to the city and asked me to help him find a place. I knew grandparents were old and had different living habits from Ethan. However, I was too busy during that time, until I saw Ethan at my door, I remembered this matter. Ethan didn’t say anything. After knowing I lived alone, he carelessly dragged his suitcase and moved into the apartment I rented. During the time living with Ethan, I learned he had a childhood sweetheart. Coming to Clear River this time was also because his childhood sweetheart was teased by a drunk friend. He was furious and beat the guy up, but that family had strong connections. Helpless, the He family could only arrange for him to come to Clear River first, and then use connections to make peace with that family later. Childhood sweethearts’ love is very enviable. And as a bystander, I often heard their affection, cold wars, and quarrels. During the three months Ethan was in Clear River, traces of his life were left everywhere in my apartment. That day, I knew Ethan had a fight with his childhood sweetheart again, thinking he would sleep early. Just opened the door, I saw Ethan lying on the floor. I quickly helped him to the sofa and went to the kitchen to pour him water. Ethan dazedly circled me in his arms, questioning why I brought him home. In the confusion, I didn’t know how the mistake was made. 4 I still remember the look in his eyes when he woke up. Cold, even ruthless. As if I had done something to wrong him. Although I had been in relationships, I had only done this kind of thing with him. That day, under his cold gaze, ignoring the soreness of my body, I fled in panic. That night, he called out someone else’s name. So lingering and touching, even during the years we were married, he never called me like that. Truly. The falling flower yearns for the flowing water, but the flowing water has no feeling for the falling flower. 5 There is a big tree at the entrance of Grandma’s house. In summer, many people enjoy the shade under the tree. But now it was late autumn. Apart from the falling leaves, there was only cold silence in the air. Ethan and I stood under the tree, behind us a withered scene. “What do you want to say?” Ethan looked straight at me. “Have you forgotten the content of the divorce agreement?” “What do you mean?” “Our marriage ended four years ago. “Over these years, I have followed the content of the divorce agreement and never looked for you. “Moreover, judging by Icey’s attitude, someone must frequently mention me in front of her. “When we separated, she was only three years old. It’s impossible for her to recognize me at first sight.” Ethan took a step forward and turned to look at Icey playing on the side. “It was Grandpa who often reminded her and showed her your photos.” “In that case, why appear at my house?” Ethan smiled slightly. “We went to the apartment in the city, only to find out you sold it. “So I brought her to find you in the countryside.” I closed my eyes and said: “You know this place doesn’t welcome you. “Forget it this time, take her away quickly.” I was a strict mother. Over these years, Icey had long been spoiled by the He family. If we spent more time together, she would like me even less. Better to let her leave now. Ethan didn’t speak, took Icey and left. I thought this matter ended here. Two days later, Nina told me Icey had transferred to her school and was in the same class. After knowing this, I sat in front of the door and thought for an afternoon. It doesn’t matter; my life still has to go on. I can’t let the two of them disrupt my pace.

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To “teach me a lesson,” my parents faked a DNA test claiming I wasn’t their biological son. My sister ignored my begging and threw me into a psychiatric hospital. “Troublemaker, why don’t you just die?” And my beloved fiancée not only stood by and watched but used her connections to make sure I suffered hell inside. Five years later, I finally learned to be “good.” But now, they want the arrogant, spirited young master back? 1 “Lucas, what kind of tantrum are you throwing now? It’s so late, and you’re still not home. Are you trying to make everyone worry on purpose?” My sister, Clara, scolded me over the phone. Five years. The Lu family finally arranged for my release. Because today is Ryan’s birthday, and he “graciously” offered to give me a chance to apologize. Dad took the phone. “I know you resent us for sending you to the mental hospital, but who told you to be so willful and bully Ryan? We did it for your own good!” Clara chimed in: “Exactly. Besides, we’ve taken you out now, haven’t we? What more do you want?” They rambled on for half an hour before finally asking where I was. “Where are you? We’ll send a car. Behave yourself this time, don’t run around!” I swallowed hard, my voice raspy from disuse. “The psychiatric hospital.” Yes. I had been waiting here from dawn till dusk, never moving an inch. Silence on the other end. A long pause, followed by louder questioning. “You couldn’t come back on your own? Do we have to fetch you? You haven’t forgotten the way home!” “Who are you putting on this show for? Still holding a grudge? I knew you haven’t learned your lesson. We shouldn’t have let you out!” They seemed to have forgotten that they told me to wait here and not move. “S-Sorry, Mr. Lu, Miss Lu. I didn’t mean to.” I apologized instinctively. The other end went silent again. Maybe shocked by my obedience, or perhaps surprised by how I addressed them. Five years ago, we were the closest family. If not for that DNA test, I would never have imagined that I, who looked so much like my parents, wasn’t their biological son. “Forget it!” The anger seemed to deflate. “I’ll have your sister pick you up!” 2 I continued to sit quietly, letting the cold wind and hunger consume me. “Buddy, need a ride?” A taxi stopped in front of me. I shook my head. “Waiting for someone.” Taxi after taxi came and went. It wasn’t until past 10 PM, when the hospital gate was closing, that the Lu family was still nowhere to be seen. Not a single message on my phone. The security guard couldn’t watch anymore. “You’ve been waiting all day! I’m off work soon. It’s remote out here, dangerous for you to be alone at night!” I just twitched the corner of my mouth, saying nothing. I waited five years; what’s one more day? The guard sighed, handing me some water and bread, then stayed overtime to keep me company. “Thank you, sir!” I ate the bread obediently. This was the happiest birthday I’d had in five years. 3 In the end, the Lu family’s car never came. The security guard drove me back. It was already midnight when I arrived at the Lu mansion. Still no message on my phone. The house was lit up, laughter spilling out from inside. I didn’t question them. If the maid hadn’t opened the door, I might have stood there forever. “How did you get so ugly? And your clothes are filthy.” Clara blurted out the moment she saw me. Mom seemed unable to believe it either. “Lucas, why are you so thin?” Why, in just five years, did the fit young master turn into a skeleton weighing less than ninety pounds? A flicker of heartache appeared in Dad’s eyes. He immediately ordered the maid to cook something for me. “We were going to pick you up, but Ryan wasn’t feeling well, so we…” I knew. This was their way of “reconciling.” They could neglect and suppress me for Ryan’s sake without guilt. Then give me a small favor afterward to make me forget the pain. Before, I would have been overjoyed. Now, I didn’t care. I tried to speak, but Clara interrupted. “Playing the victim card again? Pretending not to eat to make you feel bad so he can stay?” Mom shushed her, turning to me with gentle eyes. “Since we haven’t found your biological parents, you’ll live here. You can still call me Mom, like before. I still see you as my son!” “It’s okay, Mrs. Lu. I’m already very grateful you took me in!” A polite title turned the once closest relationship into a chasm. Mom couldn’t hold back, bursting into tears. I was no longer her arrogant, spoiled son. Even if I complained or blamed them for their neglect, it would be better than this servile humility. 4 Ryan trembled when he saw me, as if seeing a monster. After a long while, he mustered the courage to extend his hand. “Lucas, let’s make peace!” I stood frozen. I never fought with him, so where did “making peace” come from? Five years ago, as a college freshman, I declared my claim on Grace, my fiancée, as usual. I loved her fiercely, and as the arrogant Lu heir, I tolerated no rivals. Ryan was one of them. Though raised in an orphanage, he somehow made the aloof Grace look his way. Even my sister sided with him. I visited him once. After that, Ryan suffered bullying. Rumors said I was behind it. Until the end of the semester, Ryan couldn’t take it and jumped off the roof. He was saved, unharmed, but left a note filled with accusations against me! No one believed me. Grace cut ties with me. I thought that was rock bottom. Until the news broke: I wasn’t the real Lu son. Ryan was. Where were my biological parents? No one told me! Overnight, I fell from heaven to hell. Eventually, my family of twenty years united to send me to a mental hospital scarier than prison. “I don’t want the family to worry. Whatever you did, I forgive you.” “As long as you don’t upset Mom and Dad, I can treat you like a brother!” Ryan smiled, obedient and magnanimous. Anyone would praise him as the worthy Lu heir. Dad nodded approvingly. “Right. If you turn over a new leaf, you’re still the Lu family’s young master!” Clara scowled. “I’m only forgiving you for Ryan’s sake. Thank him! If you bully him again, I won’t spare you!” Five years ago, I would have explained desperately. I didn’t bully Ryan. He staged it all. But now, I wouldn’t act like a clown explaining to people who didn’t care. “Sorry. I came back mainly to get my ID card…” Everyone’s face darkened. They thought I was ungrateful. “Why do you always fuss over small things? Still being difficult? Do you want to go back to the hospital?” “We raised you! Why can’t you be good like Ryan? Why always defy us?” Mom seemed to lose control. I didn’t understand her reaction. “But, I’m not your biological son anymore!” Isn’t it normal to get my ID and leave? Mom froze. She stared at me, finding me strange. 5 Clara huffed. “You really calculated this, huh? Enjoyed twenty years of luxury and want to leave? Think you can repay that debt?” I lowered my head. I didn’t understand these people. They hated me. I wasn’t family anymore. Shouldn’t they be happy I’m leaving? In the end, I stayed temporarily. My old master bedroom was now Ryan’s. I was put in the nanny’s room I never used to step foot in. I had no complaints and went to bed early. Even in the soft bed, nightmares found me. Dreams of the humiliation in the hospital. Those terrifying people tearing at my clothes, ignoring my screams. I begged, telling them my powerful family and fiancée wouldn’t let them get away with it! But my resistance only excited them more. They laughed at my delusion. Laughed that I still thought I was the Lu young master. They called me stupid. Because everything I suffered was permitted by the Lu family and Grace! I woke up screaming, drenched in cold sweat.

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After breaking up with Julian, I found out I was three months pregnant. I raised my daughter, Bella, alone for five years. But working three jobs took its toll, and a sudden brain aneurysm took my life. I found myself floating in mid-air. Suddenly, I saw him. Julian, now a famous movie star. Knocking on my front door. 1 It took a long time for the door to open. “Who are you?” It was my daughter, Bella. She had to stand on her tiptoes for ages just to reach the lock. Her eyes were guarded as she looked at my ex-boyfriend, her biological father, Julian Rivers. Seeing it wasn’t me, Bella immediately tried to close the door. Julian held it open. Frowning, he asked, “Where is Chloe?” Bella thought for a moment, then looked up with a bright smile. “You’re looking for my mommy? She’s not home.” “She’s working.” Julian’s face fell. He asked again, “Where’s your dad?” [It’s you! You’re her dad!] I shouted desperately from mid-air, but he couldn’t hear me. Bella thought about it. “My daddy is far away making big money. Mommy says when he makes enough, he’ll come pick us up.” Julian’s brow furrowed deep. Suddenly, he let out a self-deprecating laugh. He muttered to himself. “Ha, I must be crazy to think you’d wait for me.” With that, he turned to leave. Then he paused. He asked for Bella’s full name. “Bella Cloud.” “Mommy says I’m her beautiful little cloud, so I’m Bella.” Bella said it with such pride. Julian searched her face. Seeming to look for some kind of proof. But in the end, he said nothing. He stepped into his stretch limo. I watched the car drive away, screaming. [Don’t go, Julian! If you leave, what will happen to our Bella?] [She’s only five. How will she survive alone?] I turned to my daughter, who was blinking at the dust left by the car, and tried to coax her. [Bella, baby, run after him! Mommy isn’t here anymore, only he can take care of you now.] But Bella couldn’t hear me either. She just said, “What a weird uncle.” And closed the door. At that moment, I wanted to slap myself hard. Why didn’t I tell Bella who her father was sooner? Why didn’t I show her a picture of him? This is all my fault. It doesn’t matter that I’m dead. But what about my daughter? 2 Bella swung her little legs, waiting for me to come home. The sunset faded. The sky grew dark and heavy. Normally, I would be home by now. Because Bella is afraid of the dark. But I was already dead. My coworker had just received the notice at the hospital that resuscitation failed. She needed to notify my family. But when she unlocked my phone, she found my emergency contacts list empty. However, they knew I had a child. So, that night, the home phone rang. Bella ran towards the phone on her short legs. “Hello?” The稚嫩 (childish/tender) voice made my coworker tear up. She didn’t know how to tell a little girl her mother was dead. And would never come back. “Is that Mommy?” Bella’s voice was full of excitement. “Are you working late again? It’s okay, Bella is fine, not hungry at all. I just ate the bread Mommy bought.” She patted her round little tummy. “Bella, your mommy… she just passed away.” Bella asked confusedly: “Passed away? Where did she go? But it’s okay, Mommy will definitely take me with her.” Once, due to work, I had to go to a neighboring state. Unwilling to leave Bella alone, I took her with me. It was Bella’s first long trip. Sitting on the train, she pointed at the scenery outside, so excited. So now, Bella thought I just went on a business trip somewhere. Hearing this, my coworker sighed. She didn’t know what else to say. She could only hang up. Finally, representing the company, she sent my body for cremation. I was left as nothing but a jar of ashes. 3 That night felt incredibly long. It was also the first time I didn’t come home. Every so often, Bella would run to the door to see if I was there. But soon, scared by the dark, she’d run back. She ran back and forth many times. Until she couldn’t fight the sleepiness. Finally, hugging the teddy bear I bought her, she fell asleep. Dawn broke, a rooster crowed. She woke with a start. And ran urgently to the door again. Seeing I still hadn’t returned, disappointment flashed across her face. But soon, she comforted herself. “It’s okay, Mommy is just too busy. She’ll be back soon.” Having eaten nothing all night, Bella’s stomach rumbled. She could only eat the bread I bought to fill her belly. She opened a carton of milk I bought. Copying me, she tried to heat some water to warm the milk. “Mommy says don’t drink cold milk, or I’ll get a tummy ache.” Bella talked to herself while carrying a pot full of water. But her hands were so small, how could she carry it? I was frantic, telling her to stop. But I was helpless. Standing on a stool, just as Bella was about to put the pot on the stove, her strength gave out. Water splashed everywhere. The pot smashed onto her tiny foot. Instantly, it swelled up. My heart felt like it was being carved by a knife. But I was relieved it wasn’t boiling water. Bella sobbed quietly. Soon she hugged her foot, blowing on it. “Mommy isn’t here, Bella will blow on it herself, pain pain go away.” She wiped her tears. Moved a stool. Sat in the living room, staring unblinkingly at the door. “Bella won’t cry. When Mommy comes back, she’ll say Bella is brave.” Bella is so good, so sensible. Sensible enough to break my heart. How I wished she would resent me, blame me for being a bad mother. But she just waited obediently for my return. 4 Two hours later. A car stopped in front of our house. My coworker knocked on the door. Bella was thrilled, thinking it was me. She ran fast. But tripped accidentally. A sharp rock cut her shin. But she just frowned, got up quickly. Opened the door. Seeing it wasn’t me, her emotions finally collapsed. She wailed loudly. “Mommy, why isn’t Mommy back yet?” “Bella’s foot is swollen, leg hurts, Bella has been so brave.” “But Mommy still isn’t back. Does Mommy not care about Bella anymore?” “Does Mommy not love me?” Bella cried her heart out. Listening, my heart shattered into pieces. … My coworker rushed to comfort her. Found the first aid kit and disinfected Bella’s leg with alcohol, putting on a Band-Aid. After settling everything, my coworker brought in my urn and my belongings from the company. Bella didn’t understand. But seeing a photo of us at the amusement park taken not long ago, where I was hugging her and we were both laughing happily, she recognized me. She asked: “Sister, are these all my mommy’s things? Where is my mommy?” My coworker held back tears. Pointed at the jar. “Your mommy is inside here. If you miss her, hug it and talk to it.” Bella shook her head. “How can Mommy turn into a jar? She’s not the Monkey King, only he can shapeshift. You’re lying.” She hugged my photo instead. “This is my mommy.” She kissed the photo. And smiled sweetly. My coworker sighed and placed my urn on a high shelf. Then she looked around. Asked: “Where’s your dad? Are you the only one home?” Bella lowered her head. “Mommy said Daddy went far away to make money. I’ve never seen him.” My coworker couldn’t believe it. “Do you have any other family? Grandparents?” Bella shook her head. My coworker couldn’t hold back her tears anymore and hugged her. “Poor child.” “You’re so small, how could your mom bear to leave you alone.” Bella retorted. “Mommy wouldn’t leave me. Mommy loves Bella the most.” My coworker put a bank card in Bella’s hand. “This is the compensation money from the company for your mom. There’s twenty thousand dollars in here. The password is six 8s. Keep it safe. Don’t lose it.” Bella nodded seriously. Clutching the card tightly. Because we were poor, I taught Bella from a young age that money is good and must be kept safe. Now, she took it to heart. After thinking it over, my coworker called the local Child Protective Services. That place was for homeless children like her. I was filled with gratitude. I bowed to my coworker in the air. [Thank you.] If she goes to an orphanage, at least my Bella can survive.

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After I died, Julian would burn tons of spirit money for me every year during the Ghost Festival. As a result, I developed a lavish spending habit in the underworld. Then suddenly one day, he stopped. I waited and waited, failed to visit his dreams multiple times, and finally concluded he had forgotten about it. Because I never thought to save, I racked up billions in debt to the Underworld Bank just to maintain my lifestyle. In a fit of rage, I literally came back to life. 1 Of course, I wasn’t really alive. The King of Hell, worried I wouldn’t pay back my debt, made an exception and let me return for a visit. So, he had his minions whip up a body identical to my old one. Having not been human for a few years, suddenly having a physical form felt weird. I stumbled my way back to the mortal world and headed straight for Julian’s villa. But I was stopped by security. They said the person living there was a Mr. Shen, but his name wasn’t Julian Shen. Perhaps seeing my disheveled state and taking pity on me, they gave me a business card and told me to call the number. It took some effort to track that person down. I ended up at a five-star hotel where an engagement party seemed to be taking place. But when I saw the man on the poster at the entrance, I froze. Julian was getting engaged to someone else? Well, I had been dead for five years. It was normal for him to move on. But even so, he shouldn’t have forgotten to burn money for me! He has no idea how high inflation is in the underworld! His family runs a huge business; surely he could spare a little cash for me to squander down below! I remembered when I died, trembling in pain in his arms. Seeing Julian just crying uncontrollably, I used my last ounce of strength to say— “Since I died because of you, remember to burn lots of spirit money for me every year.” I was an orphan. I dated Julian for a few years but we never married. I was genuinely afraid of being broke in the afterlife. Seeing him nod, I finally closed my eyes in peace. Now, only a few years later, he’s got a new love and forgot the dead one, huh?! I was about to storm in and give Julian a piece of my mind when a clean male voice sounded behind me. “Are you looking for me?” 2 I turned around and saw a guy in his early twenties. Tall, handsome, and oddly familiar. seeing I didn’t answer, he added, “Uncle Chen called and said you went to the Shen estate looking for me?” I realized Uncle Chen must be the name on the card. I scratched my head awkwardly, looked at Julian on the poster, and said: “Yes, but I think I found the person I was actually looking for.” “You mean my uncle?” I paused. “Julian is your uncle?” “Yeah. He’s super busy today. I’ll take you inside first, and he can see you when he’s done.” He took my hand and led me inside. “What’s your name?” “Jason Shen. And you?” Without thinking, I blurted out: “Sarah Song.” I don’t know if it was my imagination, but Jason stiffened for a second upon hearing my name before acting normal again. He took me to a VIP box on the second floor. No need to squeeze with the crowd, and the floor-to-ceiling window offered a full view of the stage. After the MC’s speech, the couple of the hour walked out slowly, meeting everyone’s gaze. It was the first time I’d seen Julian in five years. He must be pushing thirty now, but time hadn’t left a mark on his face. A tailored black tuxedo made him look even more mature and charismatic. If I remembered correctly, his fiancée was the heiress of the Moore family. Back then, both families wanted them to marry, but Julian insisted on being with me, the Cinderella. He even put his grandfather in the hospital over it. Who knew, five years later, Julian would end up with Tiffany Moore after all. If I had known, why did we struggle so much… 3 At the climax of the ceremony, people below shouted “KISS.” I pressed against the glass, watching the couple in the center, unconsciously holding my breath. I had imagined this possibility on my way here, but seeing it with my own eyes still hurt like hell. Reason told me I shouldn’t be like this. Julian had the right to a new life. I only came back to get my spirit money. What was I doing? Jason noticed something was off, leaned over, and saw me crying. He panicked. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me, don’t cry.” I didn’t want to cry either. My emotions just went out of control. Helplessly, I forced a smile. “I’m fine, just… really moved. Truly.” “Really?” Jason seemed skeptical. I nodded. “Your uncle and aunt-to-be are such a perfect match. I haven’t seen such a joyous occasion in a long time. Got a bit emotional.” Jason was silent for a moment, then asked, “By the way, I haven’t asked. What business do you have with my uncle?” Below, Julian and Tiffany started toasting the guests. I watched, unconsciously scratching the glass. “Nothing special, actually. Just wanted to ask him a few questions.” “Looks like he’ll be busy for a while. Why don’t you tell me, and I’ll pass the message?” I turned around, looked at Jason’s evasive eyes, and asked, “You don’t want me to see your uncle, do you?” Jason didn’t expect me to be so direct. He laughed awkwardly and explained: “Not entirely. It’s just his engagement day, better not to disturb him…” I guessed Jason knew something. But thinking about it, he was right. I came from hell. I couldn’t exactly crash his big day asking why he stopped burning cash for me. “I wasn’t considerate enough. Sorry to bother you.” I dropped that sentence and quickly left the room. At the hotel entrance, Jason chased after me. “You haven’t eaten yet. Why leave so soon?” “I… I wasn’t chasing you away, don’t misunderstand.” Looking at this boy who couldn’t hide his thoughts, I found him amusing and wanted to tease him. “Actually, I don’t need to eat.” Jason replied, “Then where are you staying? I can book a hotel for you.” I couldn’t keep up with his train of thought, but it was a good question. Where was I sleeping tonight? The King of Hell only gave me three days. If Julian didn’t work out, maybe I could rely on Jason. 4 “I don’t want a hotel. Can I stay at your place?” I didn’t know why Julian gave the villa to Jason, but I really wanted to go back and see it. We spent our happiest years there. My request clearly spooked Jason. “What… what exactly do you want?” “Jason, you know who I am, right? Are you afraid I’ll ruin your uncle’s engagement? In that case, you should keep an even closer eye on me.” I didn’t know what Jason was thinking, but he actually took me back to the villa. Nothing had changed much. The painting I made still hung in the same spot. For some reason, I suddenly remembered Julian mentioning a friend who loved my art. I thought his friend had good taste, so I decided to paint a landscape for him. But I died before I could finish it. In the underworld, I often regretted not finishing that painting. Now that I was back, I wanted to finish what I started. I familiarly walked to the southernmost room on the second floor. Just as I reached for the handle, Jason stopped me. “You can sleep anywhere but here.” “I just want to look inside.” “No looking. Uncle forbids anyone from touching things in there, including me.” “He won’t know if you don’t tell him.” “No means no.” Jason was adamant this time. Afraid I’d try again, he dragged me downstairs. No matter how I explained, he wouldn’t budge. I was getting pissed. “Why are you so stubborn?” “Unless my uncle agrees.” “But didn’t you want to keep me away from him?” “Who knows what your intentions are.” “Jason, you really are annoying…” Before I could finish, the doorbell rang abruptly. I was standing right by the door, so I opened it annoyed. “Who is it?!” But the face greeting me was Julian’s…

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It only took one game of Truth or Dare for me to decide to divorce Liam. During the game, he blurted out that he loved resting his head on a pregnant belly to listen to the baby. The room went dead silent. Everyone’s eyes were on me. There was no shock in their gazes, only pity and the panic of a secret being exposed. I realized then: they all knew Liam had a child with another woman. But they all helped him hide it from me. Because they knew I was Liam’s everything. If I found out, I would leave him. And he would go crazy. So, to make sure he completely lost his mind… I did three things. First, I melted down the wedding ring he designed for me. Second, I saved the video of Chloe taunting me onto a USB drive. Third, I applied to join a top-secret research team. My departure date was set for our seventh wedding anniversary. That day, I would vanish from his life without a trace. And he would receive only one package from me. Inside: a USB drive, signed divorce papers, and the receipt for my abortion. 1 I swallowed the bitter red wine in my mouth, trying to look calm. My voice was barely audible, but I still asked the question: “How many months?” Liam seemed to wake from a dream, the wine glass in his hand suddenly shattering under his grip. Shards of glass pierced his palm, blood dripping instantly. But he didn’t care. He rushed to me, hugging me tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: “Sarah, it’s not what you think. The child was an accident!” Hearing those words, I felt my soul crack. Suppressing the lump in my throat, I enunciated every word in disbelief: “So you… really… got another woman pregnant?” Liam fell silent, giving me no answer. I closed my eyes, two tears sliding down from the corners. Thinking he had held another woman like this, I pushed him away in disgust and turned to flee. Liam chased me to the door, but his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he picked up immediately. I heard a soft, coquettish female voice on the other end: “Liam~ Your little baby keeps kicking your big baby, it’s torturing me~” A sharp pain stabbed my heart, and I quickened my pace to escape. He didn’t chase after me. I smiled bitterly, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Taking out my phone, I made an international call. “Professor, I agree to join the AMP research team.” The person on the other end seemed surprised. “Really? That’s great! Our team needs someone like you.” “But this research group is highly classified. Once you join, your family won’t be able to contact you.” “Your husband cares about you so much, he’d probably call the police if you disappeared for a second. Does he agree?” My eyes dimmed, and I said hoarsely, “I’m preparing to divorce him.” The person on the other end paused for a moment, didn’t ask further, and just said: “Okay, I’ll process the paperwork for you. You join in three days.” The moment I hung up, the big screen on the mall behind me started playing Liam’s exclusive interview. The host sharply noticed his small movements and asked with a smile: “Mr. Foster, I noticed you’ve been touching your ring. But… it seems like just an ordinary silver ring. Is there anything special about it?” Liam smiled tenderly, holding up his hand to show her: “This is my wedding ring.” “Huh? Sorry, I thought with your current net worth, the wedding ring would definitely be a huge diamond.” Liam said: “I made my wedding ring by hand seven years ago, polishing it bit by bit, and engraved my wife’s and my initials on the inner band.” “Wow, there really are two sets of letters. LF and…?” Liam said: “SS. My wife’s name is Sarah Sterling.” “Wow, I really envy your wife. She must have saved the galaxy in her past life to marry you, Mr. Foster.” Liam smiled gently and said: “Actually, I saved the galaxy in my past life to marry her.” “This year is the seventh year of my marriage to my wife. Seven years ago, when I had nothing, she firmly supported me. She even lost our first child to save me…” “Sarah Sterling is the only love of my life. In three days, on our seventh wedding anniversary, I will hold a wedding of the century for her, letting everyone witness my love for her.” The passersby around were full of envy, praising him as a wife-doting maniac. Yes, everyone thought Liam loved me more than life itself. Even I thought so before today. Looking at the wedding ring on my hand that I had worn for seven years and Liam never let me take off, I walked into a jewelry processing store. “Please melt this ring down for me, thanks.” The clerk looked at the ring in surprise, then at me in astonishment, asking hesitantly: “Are you… Sarah Sterling?” Another clerk rolled her eyes at her, disagreeing: “Please, just because this silver ring happens to have LF and SS engraved on it? Mr. Foster loves Mrs. Foster so much, how could she possibly melt the ring?” Listening to their conversation, I mocked myself with a smile, paid, and left silently. I walked aimlessly and suddenly saw Liam’s car by the roadside. The car was parked there quietly, as if waiting for something. Standing in the cold wind, looking at the car, I had mixed feelings. My steps involuntarily slowed down, a complex emotion rising in my heart. I hated myself for still having expectations. What was I expecting? Expecting that he parked here waiting for me? I didn’t know whether to face him or continue to escape. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked towards the car, every step feeling like I was stepping on my own heart. He suddenly got out of the car and quickly walked to open the passenger door. A young girl, gently stroking her belly, was carefully helped out by him. 2 The girl kissed his cheek coquettishly, lifting her left hand to admire it back and forth. I saw a silver ring on the ring finger of her left hand. “Liam, the ring you made yourself is so beautiful. If the baby knows his daddy loves mommy so much, he’ll look forward to coming into this world too.” Liam lovingly took off his coat and draped it over her, then bent down to stroke the girl’s bulging belly gently. “Daddy is also looking forward to him coming to me soon.” Watching this scene, I smiled, but as I smiled, tears flowed down. For seven years of loving each other, Liam kept a distance of three meters from any woman other than me. For a time, people thought he had a phobia of women. He didn’t care, only saying this was the sense of propriety a married man should keep towards the opposite sex. Later, he even bought a book called “The Standard of Male Virtue” and studied it every day. I laughed at him for being childish, but he only said he wanted to give me a full sense of security. He said his love was only for me. But now, he shared a portion of his love with the woman pregnant with his child. I watched quietly until Liam felt my burning gaze, and our eyes met. He instantly straightened up, the girl in his arms suddenly becoming a hot potato. Liam let go of the hand around the woman’s waist and ran straight to me. He nervously cupped my face with both hands, then held my hands, his face full of heartache. “Sarah, why are you so cold? Why are you crying? Don’t scare me.” The concern in his eyes was absolutely genuine, making my heart soften for a moment. But the girl with the huge pregnant belly behind him was constantly reminding me that his concern was just a joke. The girl was fearless, holding her belly with one hand and stroking it gently with the other, raising her head proudly and staring straight at me. I threw off Liam’s hands, took two steps back, and asked him weakly, as if using my last breath: “Who is she? Is the child in her belly… yours?” In this moment, I bet our seven years together and all my courage on this thin line. A desperate gamble. As long as he denied it, as long as he said himself that the child wasn’t his, I would be willing to believe him, willing to forget all this pain and betrayal. However, the girl’s low, clear sobbing from not far away, like fate’s mockery, shattered my last fantasy. A flash of guilt passed through Liam’s eyes. He closed his eyes painfully, and after opening them again, he pursed his lips and said the destructive words: “It’s mine.” I lost all strength instantly and fell heavily to the ground. Supporting myself, I scraped the skin off my palms. Liam hurriedly knelt in front of me, his eyes full of heartache and anxiety: “Sarah, you can hit me or scold me, but don’t hurt yourself like this.” His voice was almost pleading. He held my hands, wiping the wounds for me. Suddenly, he paused, his voice losing composure: “Sarah, where is your wedding ring?” I pulled my hand back, smiled mockingly, and signaled with my eyes, “Isn’t it on her hand? One ring of the same kind is enough.” Hearing this, his eyes panicked, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn’t say anything. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice. The force was so great that red swollen palm prints immediately appeared on his cheeks. At this moment, the girl quickly stepped forward, shielding Liam behind her. Although her voice trembled, it carried a firmness. “Ms. Sterling, I am Chloe, Liam and I are both victims, please don’t blame him!” There were tears in her eyes, yet she still tried to protect Liam. Liam’s face sank, his voice hard and cold as ice. “Sarah is my wife, you should call her Mrs. Foster!” His words revealed unquestionable authority. Chloe shrank slightly and spoke firmly: “Mrs. Foster, believe me, I’m only 23. If it weren’t for Liam’s mother… I wouldn’t have kept this child at all!” As soon as her words fell, Liam’s unfocused eyes suddenly looked at her, subconsciously blurting out: “No!” In this moment, I understood that between us, there was no future anymore. 3 I didn’t question him further, just letting Liam drive me home. In the car, he explained the ins and outs of that accident to me: Nine months ago, he was on a business trip and was drugged by a competitor, mistakenly entering Chloe’s room. After that accident, he gave her a sum of compensation and told her to disappear from Bay City. But he didn’t expect her to get pregnant. And when my mother-in-law found out, she brought her back from abroad and was determined to keep the child. I knew deeply my mother-in-law’s obsession with children. Seven years ago, Liam and I were on a cruise for our honeymoon, but the ship hit an iceberg and lost buoyancy instantly. While falling into the sea, Liam’s leg was broken by a falling heavy object to protect me. He used his last strength to throw the lifebuoy to me, urging me to escape first. But how could I bear to abandon him? I chose to stay. Holding him up, preventing him from sinking into the sea. When the rescue team finally arrived, I had been soaked in the biting cold seawater for a day and a night. Liam recovered soon after, but I lost our child in that accident, and the road to fertility became extremely difficult from then on. Since then, Liam’s feelings for me deepened. He said we shared life and death, swearing no matter what happened, he would never separate from me. However, my mother-in-law was extremely dissatisfied with me being unable to bear children. Now, facing this sudden grandson, it’s not hard to imagine how she would defend him with all her might. In the car, Liam held my hand guiltily, his voice low: “Sarah, this really was an accident…” I looked straight into his eyes, suppressing the bitterness, and asked him: “The child or me, who do you choose?” He fell into silence. But I got the answer. Pulling back the hand he held tightly, I turned to look at the bustling night view outside the window. My relationship with Liam was the same. Prosperous for seven years, it was finally coming to an end. After arriving home, Liam gently pulled me. He found the first aid kit and wanted to apply medicine to my palms: “Promise me, don’t hurt yourself in the future, it hurts me to death.” I didn’t respond to him, just pulled my hand back, went to the room, and locked the door. Soon, a gentle knock sounded. Liam’s coaxing voice came from outside: “Sarah, please say something to me, okay? I’m very worried about you.” I covered my head directly with the quilt to sleep. Waking up the next day, I wore all black, looking at the photo of me and my parents on the bedside table, my eyes wet. Five years ago, they died in a car accident, and today was the anniversary of their death. I still remember that day, watching them being covered with white cloth, crying silently. It was Liam who held me, comforting: “Sarah, don’t be afraid, you still have me.” It was also him who knelt before my parents’ graves and promised, He would love me for a lifetime, and he would accompany me to pay respects every year, letting them see how well I was taken care of by him. The door suddenly opened, and Liam walked in looking haggard, eyes bloodshot. “You have the key, why didn’t you come in last night?” I asked coldly. He squatted down to help me put on slippers, “Consider it my punishment. I’m healthy, not sleeping for a night doesn’t matter. If I came in, you wouldn’t sleep well. Put on slippers, don’t catch a cold.” My nose soured, and I blurted out: “Do you remember what day it is today?” Liam looked at me seriously, “Of course, the anniversary of Mom and Dad’s death, how could I forget.” He got up and actively prepared things for the offering. Suddenly he glanced at a message on my phone placed on the table. Seeing the content, he paused abruptly, picked up the phone and asked me: “You booked a flight ticket?” My expression didn’t change, calmly explaining: “I originally wanted to travel with you, but felt the time wasn’t right, so I canceled it.” He opened his mouth to ask more, but his phone rang. “Liam! I fell and my stomach hurts so much! Seems like I’m bleeding! What should I do!” Liam became visibly nervous, completely forgetting about the ticket. He held my hand, pleading in his eyes. “Sarah, I’ll just go take a look, I swear I’ll come back!” He turned and ran into the car, stepped on the gas, and disappeared around the corner. Tears dripped onto the ground. I raised my hand to wipe them away, but found I couldn’t finish wiping them. I went to the cemetery alone, waited until dark, and talked to my parents all day. Returning home, I started packing my luggage. Liam didn’t rush back until midnight. He hugged me tightly, constantly saying sorry. I let him hug me, speechless. This night, our world seemed to be split in half. His embrace was warm and familiar, but my heart felt an unprecedented distance. 4 The next morning, Liam was gone from the bedside. Only a note he left: [Urgent matter at the company, I went first. Made breakfast for you, remember to eat.] He didn’t know, this morning, at the crack of dawn, I heard the call Chloe made to him. It was Chloe who called him away. Looking at the breakfast on the table, I suddenly felt nauseous. A thought rose in my heart, and I took a taxi to the hospital. Looking at the pregnancy test report, I laughed until I cried. The doctor looked at me with sympathy and asked softly: “Are you a single mother? Do you want to keep the child? With your constitution, if you abort this child, you won’t be able to conceive again.” Leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the villa worth a hundred million that Liam gave me. Looking at the two words “Sarah’s Garden” carved on the big rock in front of the villa, And the line of words written by Liam himself below: [Holding Sarah’s hand, destined for a hundred years of harmony.] I only felt irony. This was given to me by Liam, our exclusive “love nest”. Except for servants, no other woman was ever allowed to enter. But at this moment, I saw Chloe appearing in front of the villa. She looked at me proudly and provoked: “The legendary Sarah’s Garden is nothing special, I got in easily anyway.” “Heard this is your love nest? But Mrs. Foster said this place is best for nurturing the baby, so Liam let me move in. You’re not angry, right?” “Afraid I’d bump or hurt myself, Liam changed all the furniture. It’s all my favorite style~” I looked around this villa that was unrecognizable, the bitterness surging in my heart almost suffocating me. Memories flooded back like a tide, clearly emerging before my eyes. On our third wedding anniversary, Liam knelt on one knee and handed the key to this villa to me. “Sarah, I won’t let anyone step in here. This place has the mark of our love, it’s a world exclusively for the two of us.” This place was once the sanctuary of our love, but now he personally gave it to another woman. I felt all my strength drained, almost unable to stand. Chloe stared at me with jealousy and hatred. And I could only lean weakly against the door, my heart filled with endless sorrow and despair. This place once full of love has now become the witness of my heartbreak. “So how long are you going to occupy the position of Mrs. Foster? Can’t you see Liam’s preference and bias for me and the child?” Chloe’s words were full of provocation. Occupy? I smiled bitterly, a sense of powerlessness rising in my heart. Suddenly, my gaze fell on a corner of the empty living room, where my parents’ memorial photos were originally placed, but now they were gone. “Where are my parents’ photos?!” My volume suddenly increased, voice trembling, eyes full of disbelief. “Such unlucky things were of course thrown away by Liam~” Chloe smiled faintly, speaking contemptuously, as if discussing something trivial. I glared at her, and she reluctantly took out the photos. Then, right in front of me, the corners of her mouth raised in a smile, and she lit the photos with a lighter. I pounced violently trying to extinguish the fire. Chloe took the opportunity to fall to the ground, then cried out in pain. I couldn’t hear her screams clearly, only focused on putting out the fire. But Liam’s incredulous roar suddenly sounded in my ear: “Sarah, why did you push her?!” Ignoring the fire burning my hands, I extinguished it. Looking up, I found Liam didn’t look at me once, instead panicking to pick up Chloe and leave. Looking at my hands red and blistered from the burns, I felt this seven-year marriage was really just a joke. After rinsing the burns with cold water, I started cleaning up the mess here. My mother-in-law suddenly appeared and slapped me hard. “You hen that can’t lay eggs, a jinx! If anything happens to my grandson, I won’t let you off!” Liam, who returned, hurried over to stop her. He finally ran to me, grabbed my hands, and applied ointment painfully. Seeing his mother still wanting to make a scene, Liam said: “She’s giving birth over there.” His mother left immediately. After she left, Liam carefully observed my expression, finally choosing his words carefully: “Sarah, Chloe is young, she made you unhappy, but you shouldn’t have pushed her.” “I pushed her?” My voice was full of disbelief. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I apologized to her for you, she won’t blame you.” One sentence convicted me. Fatigue and powerlessness hit me, I didn’t want to explain anymore. Liam had already chosen to believe Chloe between us. Seven years of marriage couldn’t compare to a new love known for less than a year. Watching Liam carefully blowing on my wound but obviously distracted, thinking of the fleeting smile in his eyes when he said she was giving birth just now. I touched my belly. He made the decision about the child for me.

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I was the proctor for the last final exam of the semester. When the exam ended, all 48 students were dead. The police immediately zeroed in on me. But the autopsy results came back: every single student died by suicide. With no other options, I was acquitted. But three years later, a medical student found me: “You killed them, didn’t you? I figured out what question you gave them that day.” My body trembled uncontrollably— Three years. She finally came. 1 “Fine, I did it.” Facing this unexpected guest, I continued chopping meat for today’s lunch as if nothing was wrong. I even turned around and greeted her warmly: “Have a seat. You’re just in time for lunch. We can talk while we eat.” Bella White was a bit surprised by my candor but sat at the table with her legs together, her gaze lingering on my cleaver for a few seconds. Very cautious. Good. After all, I once proctored an exam where no one survived. Although the police couldn’t find evidence of my involvement, speculation about me had been rampant in society. There was even a suspense movie based on me that came out of nowhere and won multiple awards. “Many people have come looking for me over the years; you’re not the only one.” I put the chopped meat into the pot, adjusted the heat, and sat opposite her: “But you’re the first to guess that I set a question.” Bella suddenly stood up: “So you really did give them a question!” Only then did I realize—she was bluffing. Since that’s the case, she probably doesn’t know the content of the question either? So I laughed: “Do you think it’s possible? One question made 48 students willingly kill themselves?” Bella slowly sat back down. My expression changed: “But I can.” “You!” 2 Bella was a medical student. The condition of the bodies in the mass suicide case three years ago was so terrible that her medical school sent many forensic students to assist with the autopsies. Bella was one of them. The gruesome state of those bodies left a deep impression on her. She didn’t believe 48 people would commit suicide simultaneously. What kind of person could inhumanely toy with the lives of 48 children? So for three years, she searched through all the information and found that although it was a final exam that day, the exam papers were never seen from beginning to end. She boldly guessed that I had set some question myself. But what question could make 48 children commit collective suicide? Tormented by this question for three years, she finally found me. Unexpectedly, as soon as she bluffed, I admitted it. And I was happy to answer her. “But how is this possible? Those 48 students were wealthy second-generation kids from well-off families, good at socializing, with family and friends. “Some had already received offers from prestigious universities abroad, and some were even engaged! “Every one of them had a boundless future, was optimistic, cheerful, and helpful. They couldn’t possibly have suicidal thoughts, nor did any of them have a history of mental illness. How could they kill themselves over one question from you?!” The kitchen timer rang, and I got up to put the seasonings in. The smell of meat filled the room. Bella swallowed imperceptibly. “The meat will be ready soon. Dr. White, try some later. I’m quite good at making this.” Bella looked away from the pot, glanced at the cleaver in my hand, and a hint of defensiveness flashed in her eyes: “No thanks. “Let’s talk about those kids.” I didn’t mind, put the lid back on the pot, sat back down, and casually placed the cleaver on the table: “Actually, the answer is obvious. “Dr. White participated in the autopsy back then. Do you remember what the bodies had in common?” Recalling the past, a trace of compassion flashed across Bella’s face: “They were all tragic… some mutilated themselves beyond recognition, even confusing the senior medical examiners.” Her voice choked up a bit: “I really can’t imagine how these pearls in the palm of their parents’ hands could be so cruel to themselves.” Unlike her sadness, I smiled calmly. Watching the corners of my mouth slowly rise, Bella couldn’t take it anymore, slammed the table, and stood up: “Are you even human!” 3 I was dragged up by my collar by her: “That was 48 human lives! 48 children with infinite futures! Each of them had thousands of hours of volunteer service, and some even donated millions to charity funds. How can you laugh when they died like that!” “Really?” My smile turned cold: “Volunteer hours can be hired out or even bought with money. Staging photos isn’t difficult either. And the families of these children can easily take out millions for their pocket money. “How can you judge these favored children by the standards that bind ordinary people?” Bella paused while gripping my hand: “What are you saying…” I gently pushed her away: “Let me tell you a story. When the story is finished, our meal will be ready.” “I’m not here to listen to your stories.” “Oh, it’s not a story.” I smiled at her: “It’s a true experience that happened to me.” 4 My husband and I had a daughter. As teachers at this elite school, we tried every means to get our daughter in. Although we knew that with our financial resources, we couldn’t compare with the young masters and ladies in the school. But we always fantasized that in this place with concentrated educational resources, our daughter could also have a bright and boundless future. However, her grades dropped instead of rising, and she, who used to love smiling, had a sullen face all day long. I asked her classmates, and everyone said they didn’t know anything. Everyone told me they tried to be friends with my daughter, but she was not only unwilling but also insulted them. So they could only stay away. But my daughter, my husband and I taught her to be polite and kind. When she came home disheveled again, I forcibly stripped off her clothes. Even though she had applied a lot of powder to her body, as a medical teacher, how could I not see that she had been violated by more than one person? I called the police, but the surveillance records were wiped, and my daughter remained silent. So I called the students to the office one by one to get information. The result was the school giving me a termination notice. Fortunately, my husband ran around and said all the good things, and finally saved my job. But the school leaders warned me— Not to trouble my students again. Speaking of this, I smiled with red eyes: “I just asked the students what they were doing that day normally. I just wanted to know what happened to my daughter in their class. Why did it become my trouble instead?” Bella clutched the corner of her clothes tightly: “Then you should have transferred her as soon as possible…” I sighed: “I planned to do that too, but the day before the procedures were completed, she died.” Bella almost knocked over the cup: “What was the cause of death?” “Don’t know.” I took a deep breath to suppress the trembling of my body: “The body was taken away by the school immediately, saying she was infected with a severe infectious disease and needed to be destroyed immediately. “Neither my husband nor I could stop them…” Bella pursed her lips. I knew what she wanted to say: “I counseled her an hour before she died. Couldn’t I tell if she had an infectious disease? I am an epidemiology teacher…” “Ms. Gu…” Bella didn’t know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, she asked carefully: “Do you think they harmed your daughter, so you killed them?” “I don’t think so, I have evidence.” Bella tensed up. I stared at her: “Do you know how many insane things those positive, optimistic, kind, and promising children in your eyes have done!” Bella’s breath trembled: “Can I see the evidence?” “I’ve already destroyed it.” Bella’s muscles slowly relaxed again: “Ms. Gu, you can’t produce evidence. Based on your one-sided words alone, I can’t rationalize your actions.” “No need to rationalize.” Bella clenched her fists: “But even if what you say is true, they didn’t deserve to die!” “Dr. White, you haven’t seen the faces of those students. “They look sanctimonious in front of the camera, like the pillars of the country should be, and laugh loudly amidst my daughter’s crying and screaming.” My eyes gradually turned cold: “They were a group of people who shouldn’t have lived, yet they dragged a girl who should have lived into hell alive. “Only a year after my daughter died, when I mentioned her name again, not a single person in the entire class remembered.” Bella gritted her teeth: “But that’s not right either. The law will judge them; it’s not up to you to kill them!” “Who said I killed them?” I smiled: “Didn’t you participate in the autopsy? Was any one of them murdered?” Bella paused.

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At the company’s anniversary gala, the newly appointed CEO made her first public appearance. I secretly snapped a photo of my stunning boss to send to a friend, bragging about her beauty. But I got caught red-handed. She scolded me coldly: “As an employee, focus on the company’s business, not on useless distractions.” I turned beet red, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. To salvage my reputation, I rushed to the CEO’s office as soon as the party ended, intending to explain myself. But when I knocked and entered, I froze at the sight of a clay figurine on her desk. Wasn’t that the birthday gift I handmade for my online girlfriend just a few days ago? It even had my initials carved on it. When the realization hit, my scalp tingled. The new female CEO was actually the girlfriend I had been dating online for three years. 1 Confirming that the new boss in front of me was my unseen girlfriend, I suddenly got nervous and blurted out, “This figurine…” “My boyfriend made it for me.” Chloe reached out and touched the head of the figurine on the desk, a rare tenderness flashing in her eyes. But the next second, she wiped the smile off her face and scolded me sternly: “What does this have to do with you? Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.” “Why are you here?” I touched my nose awkwardly, reluctantly withdrawing my gaze from the figurine: “Ms. Qin, I didn’t mean to sneak a photo of you just now. It’s because you look a lot like my girlfriend, and I couldn’t help it.” Hand to God, although this excuse was made up, given the current situation, it was the truest lie ever told. But Chloe obviously didn’t buy it at all, sneering directly: “Can you come up with a lamer excuse?” “With that lecherous look of yours, what girl with good eyesight would fall for you?” My face darkened instantly. Thinking about how bad my first impression was in her eyes, I wanted to drag my friend out and beat him up. It was all his fault for demanding to see the beauty. At the same time, I severely despised Chloe in my heart. Usually, when chatting with me online, she was gentle and soft. Who knew she could be so sharp-tongued in reality? Besides, how did a girl who claimed to be a fresh graduate worker suddenly become a domineering female CEO? 2 Leaving the office, I took out my phone and sent a cute spanking sticker to Chloe on WeChat. She replied almost instantly: “Hubby, what’s wrong? Did someone upset you?” The office door wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, I saw Chloe happily holding her phone and replying to messages, the smile on her face completely different from the “Extermination Nun” (a strict teacher character) face just now. I gritted my teeth and replied: “Just got scolded by my female boss. She said a man like me couldn’t get a girlfriend.” The other end of the phone instantly got fired up, message notifications dinging non-stop. I looked up guiltily at the door crack, afraid of arousing Chloe’s suspicion, and quickly hugged my phone to the bathroom to reply. In the chat box, Chloe had already cursed herself out. “How could she say that about my dear hubby? Simply hateful!” “My hubby is the best, best, best man in the world. Your female boss must be blind.” “Hubby, when we meet in a couple of days, I definitely won’t let anyone bully you.” Heh, besides her, it seemed no one else in the company had bullied me. I’ve been working in this company for almost two years. Who would have thought my online girlfriend would turn out to be my direct boss and I’d get scolded by my own girlfriend? Who do I complain to? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I decided to delay the meet-up with Chloe, leaving her hanging for a few days to vent my frustration. “I’m a bit busy recently, might not have time this month.” “What?” “No, hubby! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long, how can you postpone it…” The phone exploded instantly, sending a dozen crying emojis in a row. Faced with the melodramatic plot that my online girlfriend of three years is my female boss, I hadn’t recovered yet and felt irritable. So I exited the chat interface and stopped replying. 3 My temporary escape for peace ended up making the whole company tremble in fear. Chloe’s temper suddenly became explosive. Any department reporting work would come out after being scolded bloody. First the Business Department, then the Finance Department, scolded one by one… Soon, the fire spread to our department. Because of a small issue in a proposal, Chloe called us to the office and scolded us harshly, not a single good word coming out of her mouth. The colleagues who came with me were scared and kept their heads down, daring not to speak. That unsmiling, stern attitude was completely different from her usual online persona. Little girl, acting quite well. I couldn’t help muttering, almost speaking my mind out loud. “Sam, you seem unconvinced by me?” I had to admire this woman’s eyesight. She accurately captured even my subtle movements. Chloe frowned and stared at me, her imposing aura pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I quickly shook my head and defended myself: “How could that be, Ms. Qin? I am endlessly grateful for your guidance and will always keep it in mind.” She snorted and raised an eyebrow: “Okay, good.” “Smooth talker, your proposal must be good too.” “Then you redo this proposal alone. Hand it to me before you get off work tomorrow.” Amidst the sympathetic looks from colleagues, my brain crashed on the spot, ten thousand curse words galloping through my heart. It was almost time to get off work, and she wanted me to redo the proposal alone and hand it in by tomorrow evening. This was blatantly making me pull an all-nighter, wasn’t it? Fine, Chloe, since you openly gave me a hard time, don’t blame me for being “ruthless” behind your back. When I angrily returned to my desk, I received a message from Chloe. “Hubby, don’t ignore me, baby misses you so much.” “I won’t rush the meeting anymore. Can we talk about it when you’re free?” 4 To save my “colleagues” from suffering, I decided to sacrifice myself. Hesitating for a few seconds, I replied, “Okay, I’ll think about it.” Seeing my reply, Chloe bombarded me with messages even more frantically. “Great, hubby! You finally willing to talk to me.” “Hubby, tomorrow is your birthday. We can meet later, but I must send you this year’s gift.” “You promised me before, you can’t go back on your word.” Finally, a crazy kissing emoji. In our three years of online dating, I never told Chloe my home address. Several times she begged for my address to send gifts, but I ruthlessly refused. Because I didn’t want her to think I was the kind of man who coveted her gifts. But every year on her birthday, I would send her some handmade gifts to express my feelings. Not that I was stingy, I just didn’t want to burden this pure relationship. After all, she always claimed to be a poor worker before. How could I accept her gifts and add to her burden? Now that she exposed her identity as a female CEO, I had no worries. To give my colleagues a happy working environment, I could only sacrifice myself and send her the address. However, the address sent was the community’s package collection point. The community is so big, I wasn’t afraid she would track me down. So, that night, I successfully received the birthday gift Chloe sent via flash delivery. Inside the exquisitely wrapped gift box was a box full of paper stars and a low-key luxury mechanical watch. The handwritten letter smelled faintly of perfume, the same scent on Chloe. The handwriting reflected the person, delicate and grand, every stroke expressing love for me. A few short sentences made my heart surge.

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I was a sugar baby for a billionaire heir in the city, but I didn’t dare tell my family. When he drove me back to my village for the New Year, my brother caught us. Thinking fast, I lied and said he was just my Uber driver. My brother sneered. “You’re amazing. You called a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce as an Uber?” “Is he your boyfriend?” “Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!” I went silent. Then I whispered three words. “He’s my sugar daddy.” 1 I’ve been with Julian Zhou for three years. I knew exactly what our relationship was: transactional. I was in it for his money and power. He was in it for my body. We had a tacit understanding never to cross the line. Until the last time we were intimate before the New Year. The man hovering above me suddenly spoke, his voice husky: “I’ll drive you back to your hometown tomorrow?” The chaos inside me hit pause. I blinked my unfocused eyes, thoughts slowly returning. My gaze landed on his sharp, steady brows, trying to gauge my patron’s intentions. Hmm. He didn’t seem to be joking. I couldn’t figure out why he would make such a strange request. But I knew the first rule of being a sugar baby was obedience. “Mmh, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Zhou.” I replied with my usual politeness. Even though we were currently in a state of zero-distance intimacy. But a man’s heart is a mystery. I don’t know which word offended the usually silent eldest young master of the Zhou family, but the hand gripping my waist suddenly tightened. “Hiss—” I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, wanting him to be gentle. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing my earlobe, and said through gritted teeth: “No trouble. No trouble at all.” “Miss. Zhu.” 2 Julian seemed angry. He kept a cold face the whole way driving me the next day. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I stayed silent. I just turned my head, staring at his reflection in the car window. His profile was superior. Sweater sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing firm, tan forearms and a silver Montblanc watch on his wrist. That was the gift I bought him in our first month together when he transferred me $15,000. I got excited and splurged. To Julian, it was basically a dollar store item. Yet it was the watch he wore most often. I wasn’t very sensible back then and inevitably got some ideas. I beat around the bush asking why he liked that watch so much. I hoped his answer would be related to me. But the next second, I heard him softly puncture my little fantasy. “Why ask that? Think I wear it so much because you gave it to me? Chloe Zhu, do you—” Julian didn’t finish. But based on the indifference in his eyes, I automatically filled in the rest. He probably wanted to say: “Chloe Zhu, did you forget your place?” My face flushed red in an instant, a layer of sweat breaking out on my back. “Sorry, Mr. Zhou. I overstepped.” I apologized awkwardly and humbly. The man didn’t answer. He quietly looked at the documents his assistant brought over, not even sparing me a glance. That was my first, and last, transgression. 3 “Don’t you know how to say something nice to coax me?” The man’s sudden, aggrieved complaint snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him blankly. Didn’t understand why I needed to coax him. But my mouth was faster than my brain. Compliments poured out by the basketful. “Mr. Zhou, it’s so weird! Even with parental controls on, I’m still addicted to you!” “You look especially handsome from this angle! Wait, let me take a picture of you!” These were high-EQ lines for praising men I learned specifically online. Julian liked them. He stopped being mad at me every time I used them. I skillfully pulled out my phone to take his picture. But a message from Song Xu popped up on the screen. [Ji Rou is back. How long do you plan to occupy her spot?] My heart felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, bringing a vague pain. Ji Rou was Julian’s arranged fiancée since childhood. They were supposed to get married three years ago, but Ji Rou refused and ran off abroad. Song Xu said Julian wanted to go after her but couldn’t let go of his pride, eventually keeping me, a look-alike, as a mistress. Yes, I was also a substitute. Julian noticed my daze. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, family messaged asking when I’ll arrive.” I made up an excuse, raised my hand to snap a casual photo of him, and exclaimed emotionlessly: “Wow! So handsome even in a candid shot! Can I use this as my lock screen?” Julian coughed lightly and replied indifferently with two words. “Suit yourself.” Might as well commit to the act. After changing my wallpaper, I stared at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the window and zoned out. Forgetting to remind him to stop at the village entrance. 4 So Julian’s car parked steadily right at my doorstep. My brother, dressed in a navy blue padded jacket, was squatting at the door working. “Thank you, Mr. Zhou. Drive safe on the way back.” With that, I turned around pretending to be calm, greeted my dark-faced brother Zhu Zhefeng, and blocked his view. “Yo, peeling chestnuts at home, big bro?” Zhefeng stood up, gaze landing on the black car turning around, and asked unkindly: “Who’s that?” I pursed my lips, thinking fast: “Couldn’t get a train ticket, called an Uber.” Zhefeng sneered, mercilessly poking holes in my lie. “Chloe Zhu, you’re really something. Uber sent a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce?” “Is he your boyfriend?” “Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!” I choked, not knowing how to answer. Being a sugar baby isn’t exactly something to brag about. Plus, Julian’s status was too superior; I didn’t dare tell my family about his existence. I only said I was in sales at a company with good benefits. But the car Julian drove today was just too flashy. I couldn’t find an excuse. I could only hope Julian would finish turning around quickly and floor it out of my brother’s sight. But he seemed to be working against me. Taking forever just to turn around. The road wasn’t even that hard to drive on… Seeing my brother strutting forward like he owned the place, determined to say hi, I panicked and grabbed his clothes. Whispered three words. “He’s my sugar daddy.” My brother froze. Thinking I was joking. “Hey buddy! Can’t say stuff like that! Or I’ll beat you like a lion hunting an antelope!” I blinked, smiled lightly under his scrutinizing gaze: “Still couldn’t fool you! He’s my boss, kinda into me, currently pursuing me.” Sugar daddy and boss… Uh. About the same to me, right? This answer was obviously much more credible. My brother visibly relaxed. Just as he was about to say something, a man’s unhurried, clear voice came from behind. “Chloe Zhu.” My body shook. Why hasn’t Julian left yet? Did he hear what I said? I turned timidly to look at him. The tall, upright man stood a few steps away. A black slim-fit turtleneck outlined his muscular physique. His deep brown eyes stared at me intently: “I’m out of gas.” My brain didn’t process it for a second, letting out a dumb “Ah.” My brother instantly realized something, spreading his arms to shield me like a mother hen: “Don’t play dumb with me, we’re both men! You just want to stay here, charm us, and force my sister to be with you, right? Let me tell you, no way! My sister, a top-tier beauty, has seen plenty of scheming suitors like you! The line stretches from our village to France! You know where France is?” “Bro, stop talking…” I stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, looking at Julian awkwardly and nervously, terrified he’d blurt out our real relationship. Luckily. Julian just narrowed his eyes slightly, then stared at me with a half-smile: “I know. I even took Miss Zhu there.” I pursed my lips. Memories flooded back. That trip to France, I barely left the hotel. Every corner of the presidential suite bore traces of Julian and me. He was a tireless maniac. Seeing my ears turn red, Julian knew what I was remembering. He wickedly continued: “Miss Zhu, did you find that trip to France—” he paused deliberately, “enjoyable?” Even though I was incredibly shy, I nodded frantically, wanting to turn the page on this and send this big shot away. “Enjoyable, very enjoyable! Mr. Zhou, your car is out of gas, right? I’ll drive my convertible and take you to a hotel in town!” Now it was my brother’s turn to be confused. “Our family is so poor, where’s the convertible?” I calmly raised my hand, pointing to the tricycle in the yard: “Isn’t that it?” Julian laughed in anger. This young master born with a silver spoon probably never expected such a trial at nearly thirty years old. Even my brother couldn’t watch anymore. “It’s minus five or six degrees. Taking that tricycle six kilometers to town? Tsk, sis, do you have a grudge against him?” “What else can we do? Besides the electric scooter, we only have this three-wheeled convertible.” My brother looked at Julian, hesitated for a few seconds, then said: “Since you look somewhat decent, I’ll reluctantly let you stay for a night. Get lost first thing in the morning! Hear me?” Seeing the plan worked, I quickly winked at Julian. He glanced at me, a smile rippling in his eyes, and nodded obediently. “Understood, brother.” “Who the hell is your brother! Uh… can I borrow your car to take two photos later?”

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Everyone said Julian was aloof and noble, but for ten years, he chased after me like a lovesick puppy. Even when I was pushed into a sea of fire by my enemies, he didn’t hesitate. He threw away his billion-dollar empire and followed me into death. Reborn, I decided to stop being the villainess who strung him along. I swore to treat him well, to love him wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, it seems he was reborn too. “Lilith, you still want to train me like a dog, just like in our past life, hmm?” He backed me into a corner, forcing the divorce papers into my hand. He said he would never want me again in this life. Absolutely never. 1 When I was eleven, someone broke five of my fingers, one by one. From that moment on, I swore I would become someone standing at the very top of this world. By any means necessary. Whatever it took. Later, I did many terrible things. In the end, karma caught up. Someone seeking revenge pushed me into a burning building. As the flames swallowed me, my mind was blank. But a white figure rushed into my vision and hugged me tightly. It was Julian, my husband. The man who loved me to death, the man whose only stain in life was loving me. As we turned to ash together, I thought: If there is a next life, I swear I will give my heart and soul to treat him well. 2 “This is the divorce agreement.” “Sign it.” The flickering lights made my thoughts chaotic. The man standing opposite me lowered his eyes. Hiding the coldness within them. “Julian.” “Don’t be like this.” I tried to grab his hand. Veins popped on his arm as he pulled away instantly. This was the first hour and forty-one minutes of my rebirth. I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Julian finally realized I was a bad woman who cheated him out of his money and feelings. He didn’t want me anymore. 3 I sat in a bakery, looking through the thin glass window. Watching two figures wandering in the school building opposite. Julian certainly didn’t know I was secretly watching him. Watching him solve problems for that girl, while she practically rubbed against his clothes. Yes, in this life, Julian should know who is kind and who is innocent. But I still propped my chin on my hand and messaged that girl. “Snow, how are you seducing your brother-in-law?” 4 Snow Lin is my sister. To be precise, she is the real heiress, and I am the fake. When I was twelve, Mrs. Lin picked me up on a stormy day. Everyone thought it was a coincidence. It wasn’t. To make Mrs. Lin pick up the pitiful me in that rainstorm, I broke my own leg. I wanted wealth and glory. I wanted to be above everyone else. I wanted to never taste that bone-eating humiliation again. Snow was found by the Lin family when she was sixteen. She was forever kind, innocent, and pure. Things I had to break my bones to get, she got without lifting a finger. I hated her. Why didn’t she have to fall into the mud and taste the pain? 5 I am just such a vicious, bad woman. So I suffered enough in my past life. Perhaps, Snow really is as they described. She is “a girl like a deity,” so I angered the gods. In this life, the only person who loved me has abandoned me too. I curled up on the sofa, staring at the divorce agreement on the coffee table. “Julian, are you coming back tonight?” This message had been lying in his phone for four whole hours without a reply. Julian had an indifferent personality; his friends often complained he was a block of ice. But in my past life, I never felt that way. I thought he was my puppy. He’d come running at my scent, always nuzzling me. If my hand was empty, he wanted to hold it. Forget not replying; if I said one sentence, he’d reply with ten. But now… A message popped up. I thought it was his and rushed to check. It wasn’t. It was Snow. A paragraph of text, and a photo. “Sister, I didn’t mean to seduce my brother-in-law.” “I want to help you manage Father’s company, so brother-in-law is just introducing me to some people.” In the photo, the girl smiled beautifully, standing beside him. Like a perfect couple. 6 I called Julian a dozen times. He didn’t answer. Later, he just blocked me. Actually, Julian understood social niceties the least. He was just an academic. In my past life, to snatch some market share of Dad’s company from Snow… I asked him to help me win over those pharmaceutical company people. He did it without complaint. I never considered how he, a prestigious university professor, so noble and aloof, lowered himself to beg those people for favors. I only remember one incident from my past life. I secured a partnership and got drunk. I called him to pick me up. The private room was full of big shots. I leaned back on the sofa, watching the pale figure approaching me step by step. “Here boy, come here…” Calling him over like a dog. A highly respected medical professor, a man who never lowered his head. Being teased by me like this in public. I must have felt so smug back then. …Everyone thought he would slam the door and leave. But what did Julian do? He walked up to me step by step. Then he squatted down naturally and held my ankle. Helping me put on my dangling high heel. He looked up, his brow bone like a gentle mural. “It’s getting cold tonight. Don’t catch a cold.” “Lilith.” 7 Lilith. He liked calling me that. But after rebirth, he never called me that again. … I’m a light sleeper, so I woke up when he came home. I lay there, wondering what he would do seeing me defenseless. But nothing. He walked around me. He didn’t even want to cover me with a blanket. I sat up and threw the divorce agreement at his back. The man paused slightly. The lines of his back were eye-catchingly beautiful. “Don’t break it.” “If I draft a new one, you won’t get this much.” In the pattering moonlight, I sat there watching him speak calmly. A dark cloud was hidden in his pupils, mixed with obscure coldness. “I won’t sign.” I stared at him dead on. He seemed to expect this, nodding. “Fine, then we go to court.” “Julian, you’re a bastard.” I lunged to grab him, but he subdued me easily. Under the curved moonlight, he pinned me on the sofa. His hand choked my neck, not gentle at all. I bit the web of his thumb, but he seemed not to feel pain. But at a certain moment, he suddenly let go. A gentle touch grazed my cheek. “So you can cry too.” He left this cold and ambiguous sentence. Leaving me alone in the living room, I pressed my eyes hard. As if that would stop the tears from spilling. “Don’t leave me.” A phrase I decided at ten years old… Never to say again.

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