To celebrate her childhood friend Julian Thorne’s birthday, Chloe Miller didn’t want me around. So, with one phone call, she tricked my daughter and me into going to a ski resort thirty miles away. A fierce blizzard trapped us there, and that’s where my life ended. It wasn’t until the day she regained her sight that she finally remembered me, the one she’d tricked into that ski resort. “Still holding a grudge against me? What a big man, so petty.” Later, when Julian got into a car accident and desperately needed RH-negative blood, she frantically searched for me. She even went as far as draining our daughter’s blood to save her childhood friend. But our weak daughter held her hand, crying: “Mommy, Daddy died a long time ago. Your corneas? He donated them!” “Daddy, please don’t die. I’ll call Mommy to save you right now.” Facing my tear-streaked Lily, I reached out to wipe away her tears, using my last ounce of strength to tell her, “You have to live well. After Daddy’s gone, donate my eyes to Mommy.” My daughter clutched my phone, dialing Chloe Miller’s number again and again. In this icy wilderness, my heart completely died too. The moment my consciousness completely faded, my soul detached from my body and drifted back to where Chloe Miller was. “Happy birthday, Julian.” She was holding a cake. “I wish you peace and happiness every year from now on, forever joyful.” Only then did I understand. She was celebrating Julian’s birthday, that’s why she wasn’t answering my calls. Julian held her hand, and together they blew out the candles. “You spending my birthday with me like this… Marcus Hayes won’t mind, will he?” Chloe Miller smiled. “Don’t worry. I deliberately sent him to a ski resort thirty miles away, just to make sure he couldn’t mess things up. And my phone is off, so he can’t find us.” Watching them so happy, my eyes instantly welled up. Chloe and I used to be the most promising pair in the world of figure skating. Five years ago, during an accident, she was drugged, and we ended up having a reckless night together. Afterward, she became convinced that I had planned it all to get her. Under immense public pressure, she had no choice but to marry me and gave birth to Lily. Since then, she rarely came home, dedicating all her attention to her childhood friend, Julian Thorne. At this moment, the TV was broadcasting the news: “According to reports, at 5 PM this afternoon, an avalanche occurred at a suburban ski resort, resulting in three deaths and one serious injury…” … A year ago, while Chloe was cooking for Julian at home, a faulty stove malfunctioned, costing her sight. In the past year, unable to find suitable corneas, her personality changed drastically. She unleashed all her fury on Lily and me. Naturally, she couldn’t see the news report. Seeing this, Julian quickly turned off the TV. Chloe took Julian’s hand and asked, “Did you make a wish?” “I did. I wished you’d find a matching cornea soon and regain your sight.” That’s good. His wish was about to come true. The next day, the hospital informed Chloe Miller that a suitable cornea donor had been found. “Julian, this is wonderful! The heavens must have heard your wish!” Chloe embraced Julian tightly. “Thank you, Julian.” Witnessing this, a sharp pang of bitterness pierced my heart. I didn’t know if it was Julian’s wish coming true, or my donated corneas, that made her so happy. The corneal transplant surgery went smoothly. The day Chloe regained her sight, she sat in her hospital room, waiting for the doctor to remove the bandages from her eyes. When she saw Julian in front of her, a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. It was at that exact moment that Chloe finally remembered me. She checked her phone and saw forty-eight missed calls. Chloe scoffed, “He really wanted to bother us. Good thing I turned my phone off earlier.” Julian tried to comfort her, “Go tell Marcus the good news!” She nodded, then dialed my number. “The number you have dialed is currently switched off.” After dialing three times in a row, Chloe Miller’s patience ran out. “He’s such a big man, yet so petty! Still sulking over something so trivial!” “I’d like to see how long he can keep this up.” As she said these words, the smile on Julian’s face grew more pronounced. “Marcus just cares about you too much. It’s just his way of playing hard to get.” Chloe snorted in response. “His ‘love’ absolutely sickened me. If he hadn’t drugged me, I should have been standing on a world-class stage today, winning international glory.” The two of them laughed and talked, but a vague sense of unease rose in Chloe’s heart, as if something important was slipping away from her life. At the hospital corner, her steps suddenly halted, her gaze fixed on a small, thin figure walking alone to pick up medicine. She rushed forward, grabbing Lily’s arm. “Where’s your dad?”

Lily’s facial scars hadn’t faded yet. She turned her head, holding back tears, and said, “Daddy’s gone.” “Unbelievable!” Chloe scoffed. “Marcus really went to great lengths, having you put on this act. Those scars on your face, they’re just makeup, aren’t they?” Lily shook her head. “Daddy really…” Julian suddenly pulled Chloe’s arm. “Oh, my head hurts so much. My old problem is flaring up again.” Chloe’s attention was drawn to Julian, and she didn’t hear the ‘died’ at the end of Lily’s sentence. Of course. Chloe only ever cared about Julian. To Lily and me, she was worse than a stranger. No, even strangers wouldn’t evoke such hatred from her. When she got pregnant with Lily, she didn’t want the baby. But the doctor told her that her body wasn’t strong, and if she had an abortion, she might never be able to have children again. So, she gave birth to Lily. Making Lily and me bear the brunt of her resentment. Lily stood in the empty hallway, looking up and wiping her tears. “Daddy’s dead, and Mommy doesn’t want me either.” I reached out to wipe her tears, but my hand passed straight through her face. I almost forgot, I was just a soul now. As Chloe left, she didn’t forget to turn back and tell Lily, “Tell your dad to come back quickly. Some games just aren’t fun after a while.” Lily clutched the hem of her shirt. “Daddy can’t come back.” Chloe returned home and found I still wasn’t there. Normally, I would have prepared her favorite dessert, like almond and lotus seed soup, waiting for her return. We had fought side-by-side for three years. The trophies we won together were countless. Then she was drugged, and we spent that night together, and later, Lily came along. So, all these years, I’ve been trying to make it up to her. In the end, I even gave my life. It’s laughable. My efforts at compensation meant nothing to her. On their way back. Perhaps fate truly intervened, because Julian got into a car accident. His car crashed into the guardrail, and shattered glass embedded itself in his arm and body. “The patient has RH-negative blood, and the hospital blood bank doesn’t have enough!” “I know someone with the same blood type. Wait for me.” I knew she was thinking of me. Because Julian and I both had RH-negative blood. Chloe Miller sat by the operating room door, calling me endlessly. My phone, though, had long been buried under that heavy snow. Then, she seemed to remember something. Chloe sent me a SnapChat: “Marcus, if you don’t show up, I’ll drain Lily’s blood for Julian. How much do you think she has to spare?” Chloe actually found Lily. She picked Lily up from daycare. “Tell me quickly, where is Marcus hiding?” Lily gritted her teeth. “Mommy, why won’t you believe me? Daddy’s dead.” “Dead?” Chloe clearly didn’t believe it. “To avoid donating blood for Julian, you’re using this kind of excuse? You’re as malicious as ever.” Lily grabbed Chloe’s arm, crying almost hysterically. “Mommy! You sent him to the snowy mountains, that’s why he froze to death there!” “Liar!” Chloe flung Lily’s hand away. “If he doesn’t show up, I’ll have the doctors drain your blood.” “Even if you drain me dry, Daddy won’t appear!” Lily cried, feeling I wasn’t worth this. “Fine, then we’ll take your blood!” Chloe waved her hand dismissively. “We’ll stop when Marcus decides to show up.”

The hospital refused to draw that much blood, so Chloe took Lily to an underground clinic. When those people heard Lily had RH-negative blood, their eyes lit up. When Chloe wasn’t around, they drew Lily’s blood without restraint. Tiny, pale, she lay on the cold operating table, letting these people drain her body. She was already fragile from past injuries and couldn’t endure this kind of ordeal. I wanted to beg them to let Lily go, but no one could see me. Watching my daughter slowly lose her life, I regretted it. How I wished I could appear. Lily wouldn’t have to suffer this. Those people, wanting a continuous supply of blood, forced her to eat many supplements. If Lily couldn’t eat, they shoved it down her throat. My daughter had needles in both arms, treated like a human blood bank, constantly exploited. Finally, Chloe Miller returned. She glanced at Lily, eyes closed on the bed. A flicker of pain crossed her face, then vanished. “Your dad is truly heartless and selfish, still refusing to show up even now.” “He supposedly loved you so much? Looks like he couldn’t keep up the act anymore. He abandoned you over such a small thing.” “Indeed, he’s as despicable as he was five years ago.” Lily opened her eyes, tears rolling down her temples. “Daddy is a good daddy. You’re not allowed to say that about him.” Chloe frowned, disbelievingly. Then she heard Lily continue, “Daddy already died on the snowy mountain.” “Dead? Why haven’t I seen a body?” Chloe rubbed her temples. “Using even that excuse to avoid giving Julian blood.” Chloe would never believe me. Our marriage was an endless cycle of deception and struggle. No matter how well I did, in her heart, I would always be that animal who drugged her with such vile tactics just to get her. My daughter tried to reach out and tug at her sleeve. But she was too weak, unable to even lift her hand. Chloe bent down and took a picture of Lily’s face. To force me to appear. Chloe: *[See? She’s like this now. Are you still going to hide like a coward?]* Chloe: *[Or do you simply not care whether Lily lives or dies?]* Chloe: *[I’ll give you one day. If you still don’t come out, we’re getting a divorce.]* “Mommy, why are you doing this? Daddy won’t appear again.” Chloe gritted her teeth. She glared at Lily. “How is that possible? Bad pennies always turn up. How could someone like him possibly die?” “I even sent him your picture. If he still stands by and does nothing, he doesn’t deserve to be your father!” Lily gave a bitter smile. “He’ll always be the best dad!” I stood numbly by Lily’s bedside. Even a soul’s heart can ache. Even a soul can feel the suffocating inability to breathe. Lily, I’m so sorry. “Stop with the dramatics. Just get him to show up. Julian can’t wait much longer.” “Mommy, why won’t you believe me? Your eyes, Daddy gave them to you!”

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After being reborn, I decisively deleted all of Anthony Reed’s contact information. He chose to attend the University of Washington in Washington, while I chose Cornell University in New York. My goal was to separate myself from him, to be far away where I would never encounter him again. When Anthony came back during the holidays and asked me out for spaghetti, I flew abroad for vacation instead. I blocked his WhatsApp account and ignored his emails without replying. When he started working at my company, I immediately submitted my resignation letter. I didn’t even want to see his back. In my previous life, I was obsessed with Anthony for twenty years, and was let down by him for twenty years. In my thirties, I developed a terminal illness. As I was dying, Anthony was busy preparing for his wedding to marry Anna Allen. And Grace Reed, the adopted daughter we had raised together, was sweetly helping him arrange his suit. I died alone in that hospital room, drawing my last breath. I would never walk down such a ridiculous path again. ***** When the heart monitor let out its piercing alarm, I was staring intently at the hospital room ceiling. I had struggled to live for thirty-five years, but I never imagined my life would end in this small room reeking of disinfectant. A voice rang out: “Blood pressure dropping continuously! Quick, prepare the epinephrine!” The shouts of doctors and nurses gradually grew distant. I had no family by my side, no friends to see me off on my final journey. Anthony should be at the wedding venue right now, placing that diamond ring on Anna’s finger—the ring he never bought for me. And Grace, whom we had raised together for ten years, was probably sweetly holding their rings. How ironic. The people I had loved with everything I had were celebrating my disappearance at the final moment of my life. In the last second before my consciousness faded, I made a wish: “If there’s a next life, I never want to meet Anthony again.” A voice called out: “Eleanor, get up! You’re going to be late.” Eleanor Ward is my name. My mother Chloe Ward’s voice yanked me back to reality. I opened my eyes to see my eighteen-year-old bedroom. Light blue curtains hung beside my desk, which was piled high with study materials. The University of Washington’s admission brochures from previous years were still posted on the wall. Today was two months before the SAT. I had been reborn! I walked to the mirror. The reflection showed no traces of time’s passage, no wrinkles from long-term depression, no gauntness from chemotherapy. I had smooth long hair, bright eyes, and a healthy body. Tears flowed down my cheeks involuntarily. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Chloe asked. She handed me a towel with concern. I quickly replied, “I’m fine, Mom.” I wiped away my tears and showed my first smile since being reborn. “I just suddenly figured some things out,” I said. On this day in my previous life, I had an emotional breakdown over a failed exam. Back then, Anthony was still the boy I had a crush on. He comforted me. From that moment on, I began my twenty-year obsession. But this time, I scored in the top ten of my grade. “Eleanor, you’re amazing!” my deskmate Luna Taylor said excitedly. She patted my shoulder and continued, “The math was so difficult this time, but you did so well!” I smiled, not rushing to tell Anthony about my good grade like I did in my previous life. Because I knew that right now, Anthony was at the court receiving a bottle of water from Anna. In my previous life, I had run over crying about my poor performance. Anthony happened to be drinking that bottle of water then. But back then, my head was full of romantic thoughts—I only heard Anthony’s comfort and didn’t notice Anna’s sarcastic remarks beside him. “Luna, which university do you want to attend?” I asked casually. Luna replied, “Cornell University in New York. Both my parents work there.” She sighed and continued, “But you know, my grades haven’t been great. I’m not confident.” In my previous life, I had chosen the University of Washington where Anthony was going without hesitation, giving up better options. But this time, I wouldn’t. “Let’s work hard together. I want to go to New York too,” I said. Luna’s eyes widened: “Didn’t you always say you wanted to go to the University of Washington with Anthony?” “People change,” I said softly. I looked out the window. Anthony was embracing Anna’s waist. “I suddenly think New York sounds nice,” I said. On the day the SAT ended, our entire class had dinner together. Anthony unexpectedly sat next to me. He handed me a glass of juice and asked, “I heard you’re going to New York? Didn’t you say before that you wanted to stay in Washington?”

I took the cup but didn’t drink. “My plans have changed,” I said directly. Anthony lowered his voice and asked, “Because of me? If it’s about Anna and me…” “You’re overthinking it,” I replied coldly. I set down the cup and looked him straight in the eye. “I just think New York suits me better.” Anthony was stunned. In my past life, I never dared to look at him so directly. I was always walking on eggshells, carefully trying to read his moods. Anthony hesitated for a moment before finally saying, “Actually, Anna and I broke up.” I almost laughed out loud. History has a way of repeating itself. In my past life, he told me the same news at this exact moment. I believed him and was determined to apply to the same university he was going to. But just as I was preparing to confess my feelings, he got back together with Anna. I stood up and said indifferently, “That’s none of my business. I wish you all the best, Anthony.” With that, I walked toward Luna under his bewildered gaze. This time, I wouldn’t stay for him anymore. Afterward, I deleted all of Anthony’s contact information and took some short domestic trips with Luna. At a famous scenic spot, Luna took deep breaths of the fresh mountain air. “This place is beautiful, Eleanor. We’re so lucky. I heard many people come up here on foggy days and can’t see such gorgeous scenery,” she said. “Yeah, we’re really lucky,” I responded. But what I was thinking was: I’m so lucky to get a second chance at life. This time, I’m going to make the most of every opportunity. Luna added, “I heard Anthony went abroad for vacation. Rich people have it so easy.” I didn’t respond, just gazed at the scenery before me. Before school started, while I was packing at home, I suddenly received an email. It was from Anthony: [Eleanor, I brought you a gift from abroad. Want to grab dinner together?] I glanced at it and deleted it immediately. I silently told myself: We’ll never meet again, Anthony. Cornell University’s campus was more beautiful than I had imagined. All the buildings were nestled among lush oak trees. “We actually did it!” Luna said excitedly. She grabbed my hand and ran happily across campus. Watching her smile, warmth flooded my heart. In my past life, because I was obsessed with Anthony and bent over backward for him, I had distanced myself from all my friends. In this life, I finally had the chance to choose differently. “Eleanor, what clubs are you joining? I want to sign up for the dance crew,” Luna asked, flipping through club recruitment flyers. I pointed to a booth not far away. “I’m joining the Entrepreneurship Association and the Financial Investment Research Society.” Luna’s eyes widened. “So serious? That’s not like you at all.” I smiled without explaining. In my past life, I was consumed by romance and neglected my studies and career. In this life, I was going to reclaim everything I had lost. Time flew by, and before I knew it, I was a sophomore. My club partners and I developed a campus secondhand trading app. Initially, it was just a class assignment, but unexpectedly, it quickly became popular on campus. One day after class, a man in a suit approached me. “Eleanor, would you be interested in having a chat? I’m Ryan Edwards from Venture Capital Base, and I’m very interested in your project,” he said. The name Ryan hit my memory like lightning. In my past life, he was a famous figure in tech investment, making it onto the Forbes list in his thirties. And now, he was standing right in front of me, handing me his business card. “Hello,” I said, taking the card excitedly while trying to stay composed. “However, our team has five people.” “I only want to talk to you,” Ryan smiled. “The creative idea for this project was yours, right?” He had already investigated our team. My heart raced—not from nervousness, but from excitement. This was the important opportunity I had completely missed in my past life. Ryan’s office was in the tallest building by the Hudson River. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire New York skyline was visible. “I’ll give you two million dollars for a 20% stake,” Ryan pushed a contract toward me. “The condition is that you must commit full-time to this project after graduation. I remember your major is software development, which fits our requirements perfectly.” I carefully read through the contract terms. The business knowledge I had accumulated in the clubs finally came in handy. “The valuation is reasonable, but I’d like to retain ownership of the core technology patents,” I said. Ryan raised an eyebrow. “You know patent law?” “I’ve studied it a bit,” I said, closing the document. “Also, I’d like to retain a seat on the company’s board of directors.”

I looked at Ryan with unwavering determination. He smiled, meeting my gaze. “Eleanor, you’re full of surprises.” The negotiation lasted three hours. In the end, we reached an agreement—Ryan would invest two million dollars for a 15% stake, I would retain ownership of the core technology patents, and secure an observer seat on the board. As I was leaving, Ryan walked me to the building entrance. “You know,” he said, “I don’t usually invest in college students’ projects.” “Why did you make an exception this time?” I asked. I was genuinely curious about why he had approached me. He said meaningfully, “There’s something in your eyes—a kind of ‘hunger.’ It’s not something someone your age should have.” I was stunned. He had seen it—seen the soul of a middle-aged woman who had experienced life and death hidden within me. I smiled and said, “I hope I won’t disappoint you.” Then I turned and left, without telling him that this “hunger” came from the regret of dying alone at thirty-five in my previous life. Three years after graduation, our company was valued at over one hundred million dollars. I bought an apartment by the Hudson River and brought my parents from Washington to New York. Luna became the company’s marketing director. And there was always a subtle relationship between Ryan and me. “Eleanor, the merger documents are ready,” Luna said as she walked into my office, her face beaming with excitement. I looked up at her and asked with a smile, “What happened? Why are you so happy?” Then I lowered my head to continue reviewing the documents. “Guess who the new CFO is?” Luna asked me. Without looking up, I asked while reviewing the documents she brought, “Who?” Luna answered, “Anthony.” My fingers tightened suddenly, crumpling the contract. Luna was still immersed in the surprise of the coincidence and didn’t notice my face had changed. She continued, “You must feel surprised too, right? What a coincidence. I never thought we’d be working together. It’s really fate!” “Are you sure it’s Anthony from our high school?” I asked. I stared at her face, hoping for a negative answer. “Yes. He transferred from Washington last week. Apparently, Mr. Edwards specifically recruited him,” Luna replied. Finally noticing something was wrong with me, she asked with concern, “Are you okay? You look pale.” I stood up and walked to the window, taking deep breaths. Six years. For six years, I had deliberately avoided all occasions where I might encounter Anthony, even making excuses not to return to Washington for Christmas. I never expected fate would still push him in front of me. “I’m fine.” I turned around, my voice terrifyingly calm. “Let’s get ready for the meeting.” In the conference room, Anthony stood in front of the projector in a sharp suit, introducing himself. At twenty-five, he had gained more maturity than in high school, his every gesture exuding an elite aura. Anthony said, “I’m delighted to join this dynamic team.” His gaze swept over everyone present. When he saw me, he paused noticeably but quickly returned to normal. I flipped through the materials expressionlessly, but my heart was beating uncontrollably. At this time in my previous life, I was already his wife, having given up my career to stay home and care for him and Grace. Just thinking about the scene of me dying in that hospital bed made me break out in cold sweat. “Ms. Ward, do you have any thoughts on the financial budget?” Ryan suddenly asked me. Everyone’s attention turned to me. I looked up, meeting Anthony’s probing gaze directly. “I have no objections,” I said. I put down the pen that had become damp from my grip. Then I continued, “However, I have something to announce.” The conference room fell silent instantly. Looking at everyone, I said clearly, “I’m resigning.”

The day my wife Sophie Anderson helped her cancer-stricken first love Dylan Mitchell lose his virginity, I left divorce papers behind and walked away. Before leaving, I commented on their Instagram photo where they were holding hands interlocked. My comment read: [Let’s get divorced. I wish you both happiness and a long life together.] Less than a minute later, Sophie called me, saying, “Charlie, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Do you really have the heart to let him die without any descendants?” Charlie Thomson is my name. I let out a cold laugh and replied, “You’re no longer my wife. What does your business have to do with me?” But after hearing my words, Sophie became anxious. ***** I signed my name on the divorce papers. Everything was settled now, nothing would change anymore. I wiped my face with my hand, my eyes becoming clear again, as if comforting myself I said, “I’m giving up Sophie, this woman I both love and hate.” All the previous hardship and sadness slowly faded away after I signed the divorce papers. Thinking of Sophie, I suddenly felt incredibly ironic. What good would it do for me to be heartbroken here? Perhaps Sophie was already in bed with Dylan. She never had me in her heart to begin with. Haven’t I gotten used to this over these past few years? I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. Still, I felt somewhat unwilling to accept this. Why should they get away with doing something so wrong to me without any consequences? I couldn’t help wanting to make Sophie suffer. So I picked up my phone, clicked on Sophie’s profile, and commented on their Instagram photo where they were holding hands interlocked. My comment read: [Let’s get divorced. I wish you both happiness and a long life together. You and Dylan don’t need to rack your brains finding excuses to sleep together anymore.] Sophie and I had been married for six years, and we knew a lot of people together. Moreover, the photo she posted didn’t show Dylan’s face. Many people thought the person in the photo was me and her, thinking we were showing off our love, even commenting in the section saying our relationship was truly enviable. Sophie didn’t explain, just let me serve as a shield for her secret dates with Dylan. This truly disgusted me. So I directly explained the truth in the Instagram comments, wanting everyone to see Sophie’s true colors. As a result, before even a minute passed, Sophie’s accusatory phone call came through. Sophie said on the phone, “What nonsense are you spouting on Instagram? What will people think of me when they see this? “I’ve already explained to you. Dylan doesn’t have much time left. Won’t you even fulfill this small wish of his?” Maybe because I didn’t respond, Sophie’s voice became even more cutting. She said, “Charlie, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Do you really have the heart to let him die without any descendants?” Hearing Sophie’s words, I just felt utterly disgusted. As my wife, Sophie now wanted to sleep with another man, have his children, and expected me to endure it without objection, even provide them convenience? Besides, was Dylan’s wish really just to sleep with Sophie once and lose his so-called virginity? This was absolutely ridiculous. At this moment, after hearing her words, the last bit of attachment I had to this relationship completely disappeared. I let out a cold laugh. Then I told her, “You’re no longer my wife. What does your business have to do with me? “Whether you have ten children with Dylan in the future has nothing to do with me. Oh, I get it now. You want me to help you raise the children, right? “Sophie, I’ve never seen a woman as shameless as you.” After saying this, I hung up the phone while suppressing the murderous impulse in my heart. I felt that staying with her even one more second would bring me bad luck. As you can see, the reason Sophie and I divorced was absurdly terrifying. To ensure her cancer-stricken first love Dylan had no regrets, she wanted to help him lose his so-called virginity, then bear him a child. A week ago, Sophie suddenly told me that Dylan had returned. When I heard those words, I instinctively gripped my phone tighter, then pretended not to care as I asked her why Dylan had come back. Because I knew all too well how important Dylan was to Sophie. Sophie’s eyes looked a bit red. She said, “Dylan has terminal stomach cancer, so he wants to return to his hometown to spend his final days.” Initially, although I cared about Sophie and Dylan’s past relationship, considering that Dylan didn’t have much time left, I could reluctantly accept Sophie frequently visiting him. But I never expected that two weeks later, Sophie would suddenly approach me with a hesitant expression, saying she wanted to discuss something with me. I didn’t understand what she wanted to discuss. But seeing her serious demeanor, a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart. Sophie hesitated for a while. Then she firmly told me, “I want to have Dylan’s child.” “What?” I asked. Hearing her words, my mind went completely blank. What did this mean? My wife was actually telling me she wanted to have another man’s child?

Sophie glanced at me and nodded firmly. Then she began to explain: “For my sake, Dylan has remained unmarried at thirty. But he’s about to die, so I should fulfill his final wish, shouldn’t I?” As she spoke, Sophie’s cheeks flushed slightly, as if the upcoming topic embarrassed her. She said: “For my sake, Dylan has remained a virgin and has never been with a woman. So I’ve decided to have his child.” Seeing my face stiffen, Sophie quickly added: “Dylan and I have discussed it. After the child is born, we’ll give it your last name. That should be fine, right?” I stared at her in disbelief and shot to my feet: “Sophie, what the hell are you talking about? You want to have Dylan’s child and then expect me to raise it? I don’t agree, and I won’t accept this! I put up with you taking care of Dylan before. Now you’re flat-out telling me you’re going to cheat? Sophie, what the hell is going through your head?” My anger reached its peak instantly, and I completely lost my composure. All these years, because I loved Sophie, I could tolerate her keeping Dylan in her heart, even accept her caring for Dylan. But Sophie’s words just now felt like a slap across my face—painful and humiliating. Sophie froze, apparently not expecting such a strong reaction from me, who had always been compliant. Coming to her senses, she said unhappily: “What’s wrong with you? Charlie, I’m not asking for your opinion—I’m informing you.” After saying this, Sophie frowned at my flushed face, showing clear displeasure. She continued: “Besides, even though I married you, my womb is still mine. If I want to have someone’s child, do I need your permission? And if you hadn’t insisted on marrying me back then, Dylan and I would have been together long ago. You’re just a selfish person.” After saying this, Sophie looked at me with pure resentment in her eyes. I suddenly lost all strength to argue or question her. Because I never imagined Sophie would blame me for her separation from Dylan. Back then, Sophie had been humiliated and compromising photos of her were taken. When Dylan found out, he left the city. Her parents, Albie Anderson and Phoebe Anderson, had been educators their whole lives. Unable to accept this blow, they both fell ill. That’s when I, who had secretly loved Sophie for years, stepped forward. Yes, I admit I took advantage of the situation. But I had no other choice. From the moment I first saw Sophie at school, I knew she was the one. Everyone knew she was dating Dylan then, and I couldn’t bring myself to steal another man’s girlfriend. Now Dylan was gone, and Sophie was in trouble. How could I not help her when I loved her? During Sophie’s two years of depression, I stayed by her side constantly. Perhaps my sincerity moved her, or maybe she had completely given up on Dylan. Two years later, Sophie asked me to marry her. I thought my devotion had finally paid off. After marriage, I continued to care for her attentively, never daring to slack off, afraid her depression might return. But now, six years later, Sophie believed that all the regrets between her and Dylan were my fault. What a joke. With one sentence, she had erased all my devotion and sincerity. I nearly roared: “Sophie, what am I to you exactly? Just some disposable ATM?” Anger made my eyes bloodshot and my mouth twitch, unable to form complete sentences. I couldn’t understand how Sophie could treat me this way. We’d been married for six years—didn’t she have any conscience at all? But Sophie said to me: “Charlie, is it really necessary to react this strongly?” She glanced at me with pure disgust in her eyes. Then she added: “Whatever. Regardless of your attitude, I’m definitely having Dylan’s child.” Just as I was about to say something more, Sophie’s phone suddenly rang. The ringtone was distinctive—I instantly knew it was Dylan calling. Through the phone, Dylan’s voice came through faintly. He said: “Sophie, my stomach is hurting again. I really want to see you. Can you come over?” Dylan’s voice sounded very weak. I watched Sophie’s eyes fill with heartache and worry. She had never looked at me that way. I instinctively grabbed Sophie’s hand: “Sophie, I don’t want you to go. You’re my wife.” Sophie shook off my hand, irritation flashing across her face. She said: “Charlie, can you please stop making a scene? Dylan is sick and really needs me right now. Even if you’re jealous, you need to consider the timing. Is this really appropriate? Stop being unreasonable—Dylan’s body can’t wait much longer.” As she said this, Sophie frowned deeply, as if everything really was just me causing trouble. My heart felt like it was shattering with pain.

I said to her in a sorrowful voice, “Sophie, between Dylan and me, you can only choose one. Who are you going to pick?” Sophie replied, “Charlie, do you really have to do this? Dylan is sick, and you still want to go against him? Fine, then I’ll tell you—I choose Dylan. Are you satisfied now?” I gritted my teeth so hard my cheeks ached, nearly grinding them to dust. I said, “Sophie, those are your words. Then let’s get divorced. Since you can’t forget Dylan, there’s no point in me continuing to pester you. We might as well let each other go—divorce is our best option.” I don’t understand why Sophie can’t forget Dylan yet refuses to let me go. Does she really want to torture me for the rest of my life? I used to put up with a lot of things, but now I don’t want to anymore. Sophie isn’t the only woman in this world. I loved the wrong person, but I can start over. Hearing my words, Sophie’s eyes filled with disbelief. She reached out and grabbed my arm, demanding, “Charlie, what are you going crazy about now? What do you mean? You want to divorce me?” I let out a cold laugh and shot back, “What else? Should I wait until you actually cheat on me?” Sophie’s expression froze for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at me with a cold smile, saying, “Charlie, that trick won’t work on me. If we really get divorced, no amount of begging will help you later.” I told her, “I won’t beg you. I’ll get the divorce papers ready as soon as possible, and you just need to sign them.” At that moment, I suddenly became incredibly calm. Perhaps Sophie’s behavior had completely awakened me—I realized she didn’t love me at all, so nothing I did would matter. The moment Dylan came back, I became completely redundant. Seeing my serious attitude, Sophie’s face flushed red with anger. She glared at me furiously and said, “Charlie, are you serious? Fine, let’s get divorced. Whoever backs down is a bastard.” With that, Sophie grabbed her bag and left. Three days have passed since that fight. During these three days, neither Sophie nor I contacted each other. Meanwhile, Sophie kept posting ambiguous, cryptic updates on Instagram. I took a look—most of them were sharing content about her and Dylan. They’re really a pair of bastards. I know what she’s trying to do—she just wants to provoke me. In the past, seeing Sophie so intimate with another man would have driven me crazy, and I would have groveled to her. But now I don’t love her anymore, and I find jealousy utterly pointless. Besides, I haven’t been idle these three days either. I’ve already had a lawyer prepare the divorce papers. Today I plan to leave the divorce agreement and go, putting an end to this relationship. I just never expected that after six years of marriage, my belongings would be so few they could fit in a single suitcase. I moved my things to a small apartment near the company. This is a place I bought a long time ago for convenience. But after marrying Sophie, I never came to live here again. Even when I worked late or had business dinners, I would always go home to be with her. But the current outcome tells me I was terribly wrong. Putting Sophie first in everything didn’t earn me her love. She just thought I couldn’t live without her, so she could do anything without considering my feelings. After packing up, I discovered several missed calls from Sophie on my phone. When I didn’t answer, she sent many messages. [Charlie, do you really want to divorce me? Didn’t you say you’d always be with me? What gives you the right to go back on your word now?] [Get this straight—you were the one who swore in front of my parents that you’d treat me well for life. Have you forgotten?] [We can get divorced, but you have to publicly say the divorce is your fault and has nothing to do with me. Otherwise, my parents’ health can’t handle it.] [Charlie, I’m willing to compromise. After I have Dylan’s baby, I can have one for you too. Don’t you always want a child?] After reading the last message, I was almost amused by my anger. Is this Sophie’s solution? She wants to compensate me by having a child for me? I laughed self-mockingly. I originally thought Sophie reaching out meant she still had some feelings for me, but I never expected she was just afraid I’d expose her ridiculous behavior, afraid that Albie and Phoebe couldn’t handle it. After all, most conservative elderly people can’t accept infidelity. But why should I? Why should I bear the consequences of her mistakes? Years ago, to protect Sophie, I married her despite everyone’s objections and spent a lot of money buying back those compromising photos. And because she was afraid of pain and said she didn’t want children, I accepted that too. I even proactively told my parents, Freddie Thomson and Esme Thomson, that our inability to have children was my problem, asking them not to bother Sophie or pressure her. But what have I gotten in return? I got a wife who wants to sleep with her first love and bear his child.   I didn’t reply to Sophie. Instead, I chose to block all her contact information. The moment I turned off my phone, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved, because I’d wanted to do this for a long time. Sophie was the only daughter in her family and had been spoiled by her relatives since childhood, so she often acted willfully. In the past, whenever I upset her, Sophie would block my contact information. Only after I took the initiative to apologize and beg her would she put on a haughty attitude and remove me from her blacklist. Back then, I loved her. Although I found this behavior childish, I was still willing to indulge her. However, after doing what Sophie used to do, I finally understood why she acted that way. Because it felt amazing. After completely deleting someone unworthy from my life, I felt incredibly light, as if I’d put down a heavy burden. What I didn’t expect was that Sophie would show up at my company the next day. At the time, I was reviewing contracts submitted by my department. My secretary Finn Smith suddenly knocked and walked in. Finn said, “Mr. Thomson, there’s a lady outside looking for you. She claims to be your wife.” Hearing Finn’s words, I was stunned for a moment. After a while, I realized the visitor must be Sophie. Although I didn’t know what she wanted, I still had Finn bring her in. As soon as she entered the office, Sophie angrily sat across from me and threw her bag onto my desk. She said, “Charlie, what kind of people are your employees? They don’t even recognize me. You need to fire them immediately. “And why did you block my contact information? Even if you’re jealous, there should be limits, right?” Listening to Sophie’s words, I found them particularly ironic. We’d been married for six years, and this was the first time she’d ever come to my company to find me. Moreover, during these six years, she’d never been willing to let me share photos of us together on social media. Now she was blaming my company’s people for not recognizing her. Wasn’t that ridiculous? I calmly closed the contract and looked up at Sophie. I asked, “What do you need?” Seeing my cold attitude, Sophie’s expression immediately soured. After thinking about something, she suppressed her anger again. Sophie said, “Dylan doesn’t have enough money for chemotherapy. I don’t have enough money either. So give me your bank card first. Then I’ll forgive you for making me angry the other day.” Sophie then extended her hand toward me, as if I should do anything for her, including paying for her first love’s medical treatment. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Just how much had I pleased her in the past to make her think my request for divorce was due to jealousy, to make her say such ridiculous things now? Not only was I supposed to accept her having a child with her first love, but now I also had to pay for my rival’s medical treatment. Wasn’t she going too far? Staring at Sophie’s outstretched hand, I couldn’t help but smile again. Then I stood up, walked to the door, and opened my office door. I said, “Sophie, I’ve already decided on divorce. There’s no point in you pestering me now. “I think no man in the world could accept his wife wanting to have a child with her first love and also having to pay to support that first love, right? “So wouldn’t it be better if we divorced peacefully?” Sophie was stunned. When she came to her senses, all the company employees’ eyes were focused on us. After all, during work hours, everyone loves to hear this kind of explosive news. Sophie’s face instantly turned red as she stared at me with wide eyes. Then she angrily accused, “Charlie, have you lost your mind? “What are you saying in front of all these people? “My parents still praise you in front of me. But how did you become such a cold person? Won’t you even save a human life?” Looking at Sophie’s furious face, I felt even more certain that divorce was the right decision. I sneered and said, “I’m talking nonsense?” I looked directly into Sophie’s eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. I said coldly, “Sophie, do you think I don’t know anything? Have you forgotten what you said at the hospital two days ago?” Hearing my words, Sophie froze. I said, “I’ve already made way for you and Dylan. Don’t expect to get anything else from me. Otherwise, you’ll end up with nothing at all.” After saying that, I turned and left. I’d already embarrassed myself enough by impulsively airing our dirty laundry in public. I really didn’t want to stay and endure everyone’s pitying stares. But I didn’t expect Sophie to chase after me just as I reached the elevator. She reached out to stop me, asking breathlessly, “Charlie, what did you mean by what you just said?” I stopped, answering impatiently, “Exactly what it sounded like. “Sophie, have you forgotten what you said?” Sophie pressed her lips together, her face instantly flushing red, and her speech became stuttered. She said, “What did I say? How would I know?” Looking at Sophie, I thought her acting was terrible for the first time. I felt a bit regretful. I should have just divorced her cleanly instead of choosing an amicable divorce to save her face. I said word by word, “Sophie, two days ago, you personally said you’d been tired of me for a long time, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. You stayed by my side purely for money, didn’t you? “You also said that after Dylan came back, your heart started beating again.” Hearing these words, Sophie’s face instantly turned pale.

One month before Ariana Watson’s wedding to her boyfriend Stefan Jenkins, he insisted on having a child with his “savior” Jane Martin. Ariana firmly opposed it, but Stefan brought it up day after day, his words evolving from pleading to blame, as if refusing his request was some kind of sin. Until half a month before the wedding, Ariana received a pregnancy test report. Only then did she realize that Jane had already been pregnant for nearly a month. And Stefan had never intended to ask for her consent. Years of love crumbled in the face of the truth. She didn’t cry or make a scene, didn’t try to win him back. She simply canceled the wedding quietly, destroyed all memories of them, and on the day they were supposed to be married, walked alone into a closed research laboratory. From then on, they never saw each other again. ***** “I’ve explained this to you countless times already. Jane has cancer and only has months to live. Her greatest wish is to leave behind a child for her family. She saved my life once, and now I have to help her fulfill this wish!” Ariana had heard these words no less than a hundred times in the past month. The first time Stefan made this request, she refused without hesitation. But he didn’t give up. Instead, he repeated it every day, his tone shifting from tentative to insistent, and now to this righteous questioning. As if her refusal made her narrow-minded and ungrateful. But even if it was a life-saving debt, how could it be repaid by having a child with another woman? The arguments had lasted a month, and Ariana was already exhausted. She looked at this man she’d been with for five years, her voice trembling slightly: “Stefan, we’re getting married next month, and now you want to have a child with another woman. What about me? What do you take me for?” It was the first time she’d broken down emotionally in front of him, her eyes dim as dying embers. Stefan paused, his tone finally softening a bit: “Ariana, I know this is hard to accept, but I’m the only one who can help Jane. I can’t just watch her leave with regrets. Besides, it’s just artificial insemination. We won’t have sexual relations. You love me, so you’ll understand, right?” Those words were like a dull knife, slowly cutting through her last thread of hope. She finally understood that he had already made his decision. Her feelings were nothing more than supporting dialogue in his script, irrelevant. Stefan was about to say something more when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and immediately got up, walking toward the balcony. Ariana watched his retreating figure, a bitter smile playing at her lips. They had grown up together, from elementary school through college, over twenty years side by side. She had always liked him, silently protecting him, while he remained oblivious. It wasn’t until graduation that he finally looked back and saw her, saying he was willing to try being with her. Logically, after knowing each other for so long, they should have been the most intimate of lovers. But five years had passed, and she had never even touched his phone once. Even when taking calls, he always avoided her. Once when he was bedridden with a high fever, his phone kept buzzing with messages. She was afraid it would wake him and just wanted to put it on silent. The moment her finger touched the screen, he suddenly opened his eyes and demanded to know why she was touching his phone. No matter how she explained, he wouldn’t listen. That night, she curled up on the sofa and cried herself to sleep. She had thought it was a sign of his insecurity, always believing that someday she could truly enter his heart. But five years had passed, and his world remained locked to her. And now, he wanted to cross the boundaries of marriage for another woman, completely disregarding her dignity and feelings. Just then, Stefan returned, barely concealing his joy as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door: “I have something to take care of. I’m going out for a bit. Think it over some more.” His footsteps faded away, leaving the house in silence. Ariana stood there, utterly disappointed. The only person who could make him rush out at a time like this, besides Jane, would be no one else. Sure enough, not long after, her phone vibrated. It was a photo from Jane. She opened it, zoomed in, and the moment she saw what it was, she nearly lost her footing.   This was a pregnancy test report, and the expectant mother’s name was none other than Jane! Seeing the gestational age, Ariana felt even more lightheaded—it clearly stated “three weeks pregnant”! This meant that a month ago, Stefan had already undergone artificial insemination with Jane. He never once considered discussing it with her, let alone seeking her consent. If that was the case, why had Stefan kept asking her over the past month whether she was willing to accept this child? Was it just to ease his own conscience? Ariana instantly felt drained of all strength, collapsing onto the floor. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it impossible to breathe. No wonder Stefan couldn’t suppress the joy in his eyes earlier, leaving in such a hurry after that phone call. He must have received news that the artificial insemination was successful—that Jane was pregnant. He was probably already at the hospital now, celebrating with Jane. Ariana closed her eyes in anguish as endless sorrow spread through her heart. She simply couldn’t believe that the man she’d loved for so many years had become the father of another woman’s child. Just two months ago, she had successfully proposed to him, planning their wedding for next month. The dress and venue were already booked. She had been looking forward to their wedding day, anticipating walking hand in hand with Stefan into the sacred halls of marriage. But now, all those expectations had turned to bubbles, dissolving into thin air. Just then, her phone vibrated, pulling Ariana back to reality. She instinctively answered the call. Sarah Oliver’s crisp voice came through the phone: “Ariana, I know you’re getting married, but I still want to ask one more time—are you sure you won’t consider joining our lab? You’re Mr. Wood’s most gifted student, and he’s always hoped to have you on board. Considering your upcoming marriage, Mr. Wood said he could make special arrangements—you could work in the lab for two months, then take half a month off, so you’d have time to be with your husband.” Ariana had known about her mentor Tate Wood establishing a new laboratory in New York for half a year now. He had personally called to invite her to join the lab and participate in the research. But once you entered the lab, you couldn’t contact the outside world—you had to wait until the research was complete before leaving. It could be as short as a month or two, or as long as a year or two. Ariana had initially declined Tate’s invitation because she couldn’t bear to be separated from Stefan for so long, especially with no way to communicate. But now, that pregnancy test report involuntarily flashed through her mind. Stefan had already become the father of another woman’s child. Since he had never considered their relationship or cared about their upcoming marriage, there was no point in continuing with this wedding. Ariana’s grip on the phone tightened involuntarily: “Sarah, I’m willing to join the lab. No need for time off—just follow the normal research schedule.” Sarah’s voice brightened with surprise: “That’s wonderful! Mr. Wood will be so pleased. When are you planning to come? How about a week after the wedding? That way you could still go on your honeymoon.” Ariana replied softly: “No need. I’ll come on the wedding day itself.” Her gaze fell on the calendar on the table. The tenth of next month was heavily circled in red marker. Originally, she had marked it to remind herself of the approaching wedding and arrange related matters. Now, this date had become her countdown to leaving Stefan. Fifteen days left—she’d treat it as a buffer period to say goodbye to over twenty years of feelings. After fifteen days, she and Stefan would never see each other again.

That night, Stefan didn’t come home, and Ariana didn’t call to ask where he’d gone. She had already seen the photos on Jane’s Instagram. After leaving the hospital that afternoon, they went straight to Jane’s house to announce the pregnancy to her family. In the photos, Jane’s grandmother was warmly holding Stefan’s hand while talking to him, his other hand gently resting on Jane’s belly, his smile tender. In their five years together, Stefan had only accompanied her home once—after agreeing to the proposal. Despite the fact that their families lived less than half an hour apart, he had never offered to visit before. He said it was because he didn’t like being around elders and felt uncomfortable. Even during that one visit, his attitude had been merely polite and courteous, nothing like the warmth he now showed toward Jane’s family. Ariana lowered her eyes, hiding the bitterness within, and turned off her phone. The next day, Ariana met with several friends to tell them the wedding was canceled. Stefan had never been enthusiastic about the wedding, considering it nothing but meaningless formality. Only at Ariana’s insistence had he reluctantly agreed to a small ceremony, inviting only their closest friends and family. Everyone knew how she felt about Stefan, so her friends were shocked by the news. “Haven’t you been in love with Stefan for so many years? You finally got the chance to marry him—how can you bear to let go?” Ariana’s heart filled with waves of bitterness. Could she bear it? Of course not. She had pursued Stefan for twenty whole years before he finally agreed to marry her. How could it be easy to let go of feelings that had lasted twenty years? But the truth was, this relationship had been unequal from the very beginning. From start to finish, she had been chasing after Stefan’s footsteps, while he had never truly stopped for her. Originally, she hadn’t minded. She thought that since it took twenty years to get him to agree to marry her, she could surely find her way into his heart eventually—it would just take time. After marriage, there would be many long days ahead. She was willing to wait until the moment he would truly open his heart to her. But ever since Jane, this so-called lifesaver, appeared six months ago, everything had changed. Only then did Ariana realize that Stefan wasn’t cold to everyone. He was always gentle around Jane, yet couldn’t spare even a smile for her. Back then, she had comforted herself, thinking that Jane had saved his life and he was simply grateful. She never imagined that after learning Jane had been diagnosed with cancer, he would actually agree to have a child with her to continue his bloodline! What’s more, while asking for her consent on the surface, he had already secretly arranged for Jane to conceive through artificial insemination. In that moment, Ariana clearly realized that her relationship with Stefan could no longer continue. Even if twenty years of feelings were hard to abandon, she had to steel herself and personally sever them. She didn’t tell her friends the specific reason, only saying she was about to enter the lab and would only be able to contact the outside world at long intervals. To express her apology, she stayed out with her friends until late at night before going home. When Ariana arrived home, Stefan had just gotten there too. He smelled the alcohol on her, frowned, and stepped back several paces, covering his nose and mouth with one hand, his tone clearly disgusted. “Stay away from me. Don’t get that alcohol smell on me.” Ariana smiled bitterly to herself. He was probably afraid of getting alcohol on himself and affecting Jane—after all, she was pregnant now. Such an obvious attitude showed he had no intention of hiding anything. But since he didn’t plan to say it outright, Ariana naturally wouldn’t bring it up either. She said nothing and went to take a shower. When she came out, Stefan was holding his phone, typing rapidly, his face full of smiles. Ariana glanced at him once, then headed toward the bedroom to rest. But he suddenly called out to her. “I need to discuss something with you.” Ariana’s steps stopped. The last time she’d heard those words was a month ago when he first proposed having a child with Jane, and they had fought for a month afterward. Now that Jane was already pregnant, what else could he possibly need to discuss with her? Stefan said, “We’re not doing the wedding photoshoot tomorrow.” Ariana glanced at the calendar on the table, where “Wedding Photos” was prominently marked in marker under tomorrow’s date. Though she wasn’t sure why Stefan wanted to cancel the shoot, she hadn’t planned on going through with the wedding anyway. Even if Stefan hadn’t brought it up, she would have found an excuse to cancel. Now that he’d taken the initiative, it actually saved her the trouble. Ariana nodded lightly. “Alright, I’ll call the photographer to cancel.” Stefan felt a slight jolt in his chest at her response. He hadn’t expected Ariana to agree so readily. He’d thought she would ask why. After all, every detail of the wedding had been carefully researched and deliberated by her. Even the photographer for this shoot was someone she’d paid extra to get bumped up the waiting list, all to achieve the perfect result. But he hadn’t expected Ariana to accept it so calmly. Stefan looked at her with a complicated expression. “Actually, we don’t need to cancel. Jane says she’ll probably never get married in this lifetime, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me—consider it her way of experiencing marriage without regrets. Let her come with me tomorrow instead. We can always do ours later.” Stefan’s tone was as casual as if he were discussing what to have for dinner, just like a month ago when he’d announced his plan to do artificial insemination with Jane. On the surface it seemed like a discussion, but his words already revealed his decision—he was simply informing Ariana. Her lowered lashes hid the mockery in Ariana’s eyes. Later? Stefan didn’t know she only had thirteen days left in Boston. There was no “later” for them anymore. Ariana quietly responded with an “okay,” then got up to return to the bedroom. Since she wasn’t planning to go through with this wedding anyway, it didn’t matter who Stefan took wedding photos with. Watching her retreating figure, Stefan felt an inexplicable unease. Ariana was too calm—she hadn’t even asked a single question. All the explanations he’d prepared were completely useless. Just then, Jane called. He pushed aside his doubts and walked to the balcony to answer. When morning came, Stefan was getting ready to leave. While putting on his shoes, he said, “After the photoshoot, I’m planning to travel with Jane for a few days. She’s always wanted to go to Hawaii, so I’ll take her. Let’s just keep the wedding simple—I won’t have time for rehearsals or setup. You can decide everything, no need to ask me.” Ariana swallowed her bite of toast and responded flatly, “Okay.” Keep it simple. This wedding would have no wedding photos, no guests, no officiant, and no bride. Seeing Ariana just quietly eating her breakfast, Stefan felt something was off. After thinking for a moment, he added, “After the wedding, let’s go to Europe for our honeymoon. I remember you’ve always wanted to go.” In the past, hearing Stefan voluntarily suggest a honeymoon trip would have made Ariana excitedly start planning routes and itineraries. After all, whenever she’d suggested traveling before, he’d always refused, saying he “didn’t like it” or it was “too tiring.” But now, she just continued eating her toast in silence, offering no response. Honeymoon? There wouldn’t even be a wedding—what honeymoon could there be? Stefan looked at her with some surprise, seeming like he wanted to say more, but catching sight of the clock on the wall, he hurried to the door, leaving with a quick “We’ll talk when I get back.” Ariana picked up the calendar and viciously crossed out “Wedding Photos” with her marker. Twelve days left. After breakfast, Ariana began organizing her belongings and clearing out things from the house that were no longer needed. A photo album with barely five pictures, a dust-covered projector, matching pajamas that had never been worn. During their five years together, every item in this house had been carefully chosen and gradually added by her, slowly transforming an empty space into the cozy home it was now. But looking closely, Stefan had never touched many of these things. He’d once said that even in a relationship, he remained an independent individual who didn’t like using couple’s items—they made him feel constrained. Ariana pulled herself back to the present and continued cleaning. After she left, these things would only be eyesores to him. Better to clear them all out now and erase whatever so-called memories they shared along with them.   For the entire week that followed, Stefan didn’t come home. But Ariana knew exactly what he was doing. Thanks to Jane, who loved sharing everything on Instagram, it was impossible not to know. They went to hot springs together, watched the ocean, and took photos at sunrise. Through Jane’s Instagram, Ariana once again saw a different side of Stefan. Turns out, he could act like any ordinary guy in love. He just couldn’t do it in front of her. Ariana didn’t pay much attention to where they went or what they did each day—she’d just glance quickly and scroll past. She kept herself busy too. There was so much stuff in the house that it took her several days to get everything completely organized. She also found time to visit her parents, telling them she was about to enter the lab and would be out of contact with the outside world for a long time. Her father, Evan Watson, seemed surprised. “You and Stefan are getting married soon. Won’t you two be living apart?” Her mother, Clara Watson, looked equally worried, gripping Ariana’s hand as she urged, “Think it over again, Ariana. You and Stefan have finally made it this far. I’m afraid once you enter the lab, Stefan will object, and then your wedding…” Ariana understood what they meant. Over all these years, Evan and Clara had witnessed her devotion to Stefan, and they were well aware of his attitude toward her. Before she decided to propose, they had gently tried to dissuade her, believing she didn’t hold much weight in Stefan’s heart and hoping she’d reconsider. But back then, Ariana was convinced she could change Stefan and make him truly accept her. So Evan and Clara ultimately chose to support her. Now, with the wedding approaching, they worried that if she entered the lab, Stefan would object and might even cancel the wedding outright and break up with her. They feared she’d get hurt again, which is why they wanted her to think twice. But now, the person deciding to cancel the wedding was Ariana herself. When she told Evan and Clara about her decision, they fell silent for a long time. She didn’t tell them about Stefan and Jane having a child together, afraid they couldn’t handle such a blow. Instead, she simply said she wanted to continue developing her career in scientific research. Evan and Clara exchanged glances. Since their daughter had made her decision, they would support her completely. In the end, Evan just sighed, patted her shoulder, and said as long as she wouldn’t regret it, that was enough. After returning home, Ariana asked her best friend Vivian Payne to come help move all the organized items out. Box after box piled up in the living room, taking up considerable space. The two of them made several trips back and forth before finally getting all the boxes handled, leaving the room much more spacious. Vivian looked at the empty house with some emotion. She still remembered two months ago when Ariana had excitedly dragged her out for a whole night of drinking, constantly talking about how she’d finally gotten her wish and successfully proposed to Stefan. Who would have thought that in just two short months, Ariana would decide to cancel the wedding. She said, “Babe, you’re actually serious about this? I thought you were just joking when you said you were canceling the wedding that day. I’ve watched you chase after Stefan for all these years—come on, tell me what really happened.” Maybe because she was about to leave, Ariana suddenly felt the urge to confide. She told Vivian everything that had happened over the past month, including the fact that Jane was already pregnant with Stefan’s child. Vivian had witnessed all the ups and downs between Ariana and Stefan. After hearing everything, she couldn’t help but curse, “After everything you’ve done for him, he goes and gets someone else pregnant before your wedding and expects you to be okay with it? What the hell is he thinking?” Ariana shook her head, swallowing the bitterness in her heart. “Who knows? He says Jane is his lifesaver and he has to fulfill all her wishes.” Vivian looked indignant. “But you’re his lifesaver too! What gives him the right to treat you like this?” Ariana didn’t say anything more. Maybe he just didn’t love her. But it didn’t matter. Soon, she’d be leaving him behind.

On the fifth day of the countdown, Ariana submitted her resignation to the school. Back then, to be with Stefan, Ariana had declined Professor Tate’s invitation to continue her advanced studies in the lab, choosing instead to follow Stefan to Boston to teach at a school. Her colleagues were all shocked to learn of Ariana’s resignation. “Ms. Watson, why are you suddenly resigning? Just a few days ago you were handing out wedding invitations to us. Are you planning to go home and be a full-time housewife? Mr. Jenkins is so lucky,” one colleague joked. Ariana hugged the cardboard box and smiled, responding softly, “No, the wedding’s been called off.” When she got home and pushed open the door, she saw Stefan, who hadn’t been back for a week, sitting on the couch with Jane. Seeing Ariana carrying the box, Stefan instinctively asked, “What are you doing with all that stuff?” Ariana replied casually, “These are things I don’t need anymore. I brought them back.” Stefan nodded and looked around the house, speaking with slight confusion, “I’ve only been gone a week. How come it feels like there’s a lot less stuff in here?” Ariana put the box back in the bedroom and answered calmly, “I cleared out some unnecessary clutter.” Stefan was about to say something more when Jane interrupted, “Ariana, Stefan worked so hard accompanying me on this trip these past few days. Thank you for agreeing to let him take wedding photos with me—it fulfilled a dream of mine. How about I treat you both to dinner as a way to thank you for taking care of me? I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you both for a while longer. I hope you won’t mind.” Ariana looked at the barely concealed smugness in Jane’s eyes and roughly understood her intention. After all, since receiving that pregnancy test report, she hadn’t reacted at all or questioned Stefan even once. But Ariana didn’t want to engage in any pointless arguments with her now. In five more days, she wouldn’t be part of Stefan’s life anymore. Right now, she just wanted to handle everything in front of her to make leaving easier. Seeing that Ariana didn’t respond, Jane’s eyes immediately reddened, “Stefan, is Ariana upset? After all, you two were supposed to get married, but…” Hearing Jane say this, Stefan frowned deeply and reproached Ariana with displeasure, “Jane is sincerely trying to thank us. What’s with that attitude? It’s just dinner—she’s not going to poison you. You have to go!” Before Ariana could say a word, Stefan had already labeled her as the one in the wrong. In the end, she was still dragged to the restaurant by Stefan. When the server came to take their order, Ariana had just opened the menu when she heard Stefan say, “No parsley in any of the dishes.” After all the food arrived, Stefan attentively took care of Jane and pushed a plate of shrimp toward Ariana, “Jane can’t eat seafood right now. I ordered this especially for you.” Looking at that plate of shrimp, Ariana instantly lost her appetite. She put down her fork and said softly, “I’m allergic to seafood.” How ironic. After five years together, Stefan didn’t know his girlfriend was allergic to seafood, yet he knew Jane’s dietary restrictions inside and out, even remembering details like her not eating parsley. Stefan looked momentarily dazed, and when he looked at Ariana, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes. He then ordered several more light dishes. But Ariana had lost her appetite and just silently sipped the water in her glass. Right after they walked out of the restaurant, Ariana received a call from Sarah, “Ariana, Mr. Wood asked me to confirm once more—are you sure you want to participate in the project according to the normal experimental schedule? The first experiment involves confidential content, and you might not be able to contact the outside world for a year or two.” Ariana’s gaze fell on Stefan and Jane ahead of her. The two walked side by side, and when going down the steps, Stefan carefully supported Jane’s waist. Ariana’s voice was calm, “I’m sure.” Sarah sighed with relief after hearing this, “That’s good. Mr. Wood was worried you wouldn’t be able to bear leaving your fiancé.” Ariana looked away and turned to walk in another direction, “The wedding’s been called off. I’m ready and can leave anytime.” Just as she finished speaking, a confused voice came from behind her, “Who’s leaving?” Stefan had just helped Jane into the car when he heard her final words. Ariana realized he hadn’t caught what she said earlier, so she made up an excuse: “My friend is leaving soon.” Stefan nodded without pressing further. Four days before the departure, Stefan brought back his and Jane’s wedding photos. He held his phone in one hand for a video call with Jane while displaying the framed photo with the other, his eyes filled with tenderness: “Jane, our wedding photos are ready. When I picked them up, the staff said they turned out beautifully.” Just then, Ariana came out to get some water. A flash of awkwardness crossed Stefan’s eyes as he looked at Ariana, seeming to want to explain something. Ariana glanced at the photo and commented earnestly: “They really do look nice.” She had paid top dollar for this photographer, hoping to capture the most loving moment between her and Stefan. She once thought that seeing the final photos would bring her unprecedented happiness. Stefan in his suit was indeed as handsome as she had imagined. The only difference was that the bride standing beside him wasn’t her. And her heart no longer stirred with even the slightest emotion over it. From the day she learned of Jane’s pregnancy, she had completely withdrawn her feelings for Stefan. Stefan, however, was stunned. He suddenly realized that Ariana hadn’t really talked to him properly in a long time. Even during the week he and Jane went traveling, she hadn’t sent a single message. This unusual behavior made him somewhat uncomfortable. Jane continued chattering away on the video call. Stefan shook his head, pushing down that hint of unease, attributing it to Ariana being too tired from wedding preparations lately. Two days before departure, Ariana went to the hospital to stock up on medications, only to run into Stefan and Jane just finishing a prenatal checkup. A rare flash of panic crossed Stefan’s eyes. He was about to say something when Jane beat him to it. She walked up to Ariana, grabbed her hands, and spoke with a choked voice: “Ariana, I know you’ve never agreed to Stefan and me having a child, but I really can’t wait any longer. The doctor says I have at most a year left, and I desperately want to see the baby born. Once the child is born, I’ll leave Stefan immediately and won’t interfere with your relationship.” Before Ariana could respond, Stefan tenderly helped Jane up: “You’re not well. How can you do this to yourself?” He then looked at Ariana with determination: “Since you already know, I won’t hide it anymore. Don’t worry, this won’t affect our wedding.” A month ago, Ariana might have been furious, devastated, desperate, even wondering if she had done something wrong to make Stefan willingly have a child with another woman. But after everything that had happened, she finally understood. It wasn’t that she wasn’t good enough—Stefan simply didn’t love her. Because he didn’t love her, he could ignore her feelings and make such a decision. Ariana had long known about Jane’s pregnancy and had completely let go of all her feelings for Stefan. So there was no need for them to keep pretending she was trying to sabotage their relationship. She looked at them silently for a moment, then withdrew her gaze and said calmly: “I understand.” With that, she took her medication and prepared to leave. Her departure was approaching, and she still needed to pack. The two behind her clearly hadn’t expected Ariana to be so calm. Especially Stefan, who watched her retreating figure with complex emotions. She had made such a fuss about the pregnancy for a month, yet now she seemed indifferent to everything. An inexplicable unease rose in his heart, as if something had quietly changed without his notice. Ariana had just reached the stairwell when Jane caught up and grabbed her sleeve. With Stefan still behind them, Jane finally revealed her true intentions: “Ariana, how does it feel to watch your fiancé have a child with another woman?” Ariana didn’t want to engage in pointless conflict and shook off her hand to leave. But as soon as she applied force, Jane stumbled and fell toward the stairs. Ariana instinctively grabbed her hand, preventing her from falling. Before she could let go, an angry voice came from behind: “What are you doing?” Stefan, who had been puzzled by Ariana’s unusual calm, now understood everything upon seeing this scene. She had only appeared calm on the surface while still unable to accept the situation internally. Seeing Stefan approach, Jane immediately put on a pitiful expression, her eyes reddening as she clutched her belly: “Stefan, I just wanted to thank Ariana for being so understanding, but I never expected she would…” Hearing this, Stefan’s expression darkened: “Ariana, I never thought you were this kind of person! Apologize to Jane immediately!” Hearing his accusation, Ariana couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “You want me to apologize? Go check the security footage and see if I actually did anything wrong. Don’t you have any idea what really happened?” She never expected Stefan to accuse her of trying to push Jane down the stairs without even reviewing the surveillance footage. Stefan said, “Jane is a patient, and she’s pregnant. Do you think she would deliberately hurt herself?” Upon hearing this, a flicker of panic crossed Jane’s eyes. “Forget it, Stefan. Ariana is upset about my pregnancy, so it’s normal for her to treat me this way. Let’s just go.” But Stefan refused to back down. “No way. She has to apologize to you today!” Ariana stood her ground as well. She would never admit to something she didn’t do. Jane worried that if they kept arguing, Stefan might actually check the surveillance footage, and then she’d be exposed. So she clutched her stomach, claiming she felt unwell. Stefan’s angry expression instantly turned to concern. He immediately scooped Jane up in his arms and rushed off to find a doctor. Watching their retreating figures, Ariana felt endless bitterness wash over her. Twenty years of companionship, five years of living together day and night, yet it couldn’t earn her even a shred of his trust. Fortunately, she had finally come to her senses and could still pull herself out in time. That night, Stefan didn’t come home. Ariana figured he was probably busy taking care of Jane. On her last day before leaving, she shipped her packed belongings to the lab, keeping only one suitcase. Late at night, Stefan finally returned. His face still carried traces of anger. “Jane is still in the hospital. She’s a patient, and the baby isn’t stable either. Even if you didn’t do it on purpose, couldn’t you be a little more generous and tolerant? Do you have to be so petty about everything?” Generous? Ariana thought she had been generous enough. She had given up the wedding dress and photographer that should have been hers, given up the man who was supposed to become her husband, letting him have a child with Jane. Now, did she have to give up her place beside Stefan too? Stefan inadvertently noticed the red mark circled on the calendar, and his expression softened slightly. “Alright, we’re getting married tomorrow. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. After the wedding, you can apologize to Jane, and then we’ll go on our honeymoon. Have you arranged the honeymoon itinerary?” Ariana didn’t respond. If Stefan had paid even the slightest attention, he would have noticed there were no wedding decorations in the house at all. “We…” she was about to speak when the phone suddenly rang. Jane’s voice came through the phone, and Stefan’s expression immediately grew tense. “Wait for me, I’ll be right there.” After hanging up, he immediately got up and headed for the door. “Jane isn’t feeling well. I need to go check on her. I’ll be back before the wedding. Remember to go to the hotel tomorrow and wait for me.” The moment the door closed, the words she had been holding back finally escaped Ariana’s lips. “Let’s break up, Stefan. The wedding is canceled.” Her voice slowly faded in the empty room, with only the ticking of the wall clock echoing. Ariana sat in the living room from night until dawn, watching the view outside the window change from pitch black to daylight. Her phone suddenly vibrated. A text reminder showed there were two hours left before boarding time. She got up and walked into the bedroom, took out her already-packed suitcase, then picked up a marker and drew a big X over the heavily circled “10” on the calendar. Then she wrote a message beside it: [Stefan, let’s break up.] She placed the calendar in the most visible spot, pulled her suitcase, took one last look at this home where she had lived for five years, then turned and left, taking a taxi to the airport. Goodbye, Stefan.

After my sister Maya Garcia and I graduated from college, our family went bankrupt. Our father Michael Garcia gave us two choices: first, marry Waylon Bennett, the heir of the Bennett family, and solve our crisis through marriage; second, take over the family company. In my previous life, Maya wanted to live a wealthy life, so she chose to marry Waylon. But in the end, he tortured her mercilessly, leaving her disfigured and disabled. Meanwhile, I used my business talents to save the company from collapse. During that time, I was famous and held a high position, living a wonderful life. Maya was extremely jealous of this. At the company’s IPO launch event, she rushed into the venue with gasoline and burned me alive. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when Michael asked us to make our choice. This time, Maya stepped forward before me. She said, “Dad, let Lydia marry Waylon. She’s been spoiled since childhood and can’t handle hardship. I want to stay with you and Mom.” Lydia Garcia—that’s me. I couldn’t help but laugh. Maya had no idea that staying with the company would be far worse than marrying Waylon. ***** Maya cried, “Dad, Mom, I’m the youngest child in the family. When the company is in its most difficult time, I can’t abandon you.” Her familiar voice pulled me back from the terrifying memories to reality. I opened my eyes to the familiar scene before me. Maya was tugging at Michael’s sleeve, crying heartbrokenly. Michael and our mother Bella Garcia showed expressions of reluctance on their faces. I realized I had been reborn. And Maya had been reborn too. Because in this life, her choice was completely different from the previous one. In my past life, after Maya and I graduated from college, our family went bankrupt. It was at this time that Michael urgently called us home. When we returned, he directly gave us two choices. The first choice was to marry Waylon, the heir of the Bennett family in Washington. When the Garcia family was still prosperous, the two families had arranged an engagement. As long as one of our daughters married Waylon, the Bennett family would agree to invest in the company and help the Garcia family out of trouble. The second choice was to stay with the family company. At that time, Maya didn’t hesitate and immediately said she wanted to marry Waylon. Actually, I was the one originally engaged to the Bennett family. But Michael and Bella couldn’t bear to let their most beloved Maya suffer, so they deliberately said they’d let us choose freely, when in reality they were forcing me to give in. I had always valued family bonds, and they knew this well. So Michael and Bella used moral manipulation to force me to do something I didn’t want to do—to give Maya this opportunity for a comfortable life. But after marrying Waylon, Maya refused to help us. Once, when I brought Michael and Bella to ask when Waylon would invest in the company, Maya stopped us. Maya was dressed luxuriously then, looking at me with contempt. She said, “Lydia, you’ve always had better grades and stronger abilities than me since childhood. You alone can completely revive the company. The Bennett family may look wealthy, but they’re not really that rich. You wouldn’t want me to be dragged down by you all, would you?” I thought Michael and Bella would be angry, but instead they turned to look at me with troubled expressions. Though their tone sounded pleading, their eyes carried an undeniable threat. They said, “Lydia, Waylon isn’t having it easy either. The Bennett family has already kept their promise by having Waylon marry Maya. Let’s not cause them more trouble. After all, Maya is still a member of the Bennett family. If we keep making demands, the Bennett family will look down on Maya.” My heart felt like it was being cut by knives, and I felt blood stuck in my chest. Among the whole family, it seemed like I was the only villain. To prevent Maya from being looked down upon by the Bennett family, I gritted my teeth and persevered in running the company alone. I once stayed up until midnight drinking with clients to close a deal, drinking until I had stomach bleeding. While getting an IV at the hospital, I received a call from a client and immediately pulled out the needle and rushed out. Fortunately, my efforts weren’t in vain, and the company finally got back on track. But Maya was tortured into disability by Waylon at the Bennett mansion. At the company’s IPO launch event, Maya rushed into the venue with gasoline and burned me to death with fire. In the flames, I saw Maya’s vicious eyes. She glared at me viciously and said, “Lydia, why do you get to be a successful woman now while I can only live as lowly as a maggot in a sewer? Come to hell with me!” The flames devoured every inch of my skin. But I clearly saw that Michael and Bella rushed in desperately to save Maya. My heart died completely, and I closed my eyes.

Bella said, “Maya, you need to think this through. The Garcia family isn’t what it used to be. If you stay, you’ll only suffer.” Her voice pulled me back from my painful memories to reality. I watched Bella reluctantly holding Maya’s hand, her eyes filled with heartache. I clearly remembered that in my previous life, when Maya chose to live comfortably, Michael and Bella’s eyes were full of approval, without even a single word of comfort for me. In their hearts, since I was a year older than Maya, it was only natural that I should give way to her in everything—I was the one who deserved to suffer. It had always been this way since we were children. Maya put on an angry facade. She said, “Mom, I know you care about me. But I’m grown up now. Lydia has been pampered since childhood, while I…” Halfway through her words, Maya suddenly choked up. She glanced at me fearfully, as if I had threatened her, and ultimately didn’t finish her sentence. I sneered inwardly. How had I never noticed in my previous life how good Maya was at playing the victim? Sure enough, when Maya covered her face and cried, Bella’s gaze toward me grew several degrees colder. Meanwhile, Maya secretly flashed me a triumphant smile. Michael looked at me anxiously, seemingly hoping to hear a different answer from me. He asked, “Lydia, what do you think? Maya can’t handle this kind of hardship.” They always did this—never stating their thoughts directly. Knowing I was soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to let Maya suffer, I was always the one who ended up wronged. This seemingly empowering question was actually forcing me to voluntarily step aside, so they couldn’t be blamed for it. I lowered my eyes, hiding the coldness within them. Then I said, “I respect Maya’s decision.” I deliberately pretended not to understand Michael’s hint. Michael was stunned for a moment, then could only let out a long sigh. He said, “Then it’s settled. Lydia, prepare to become a member of the Bennett family. Maya will stay to help me.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Lydia, don’t forget to help Maya in the future. You need to pay attention to the company’s funding matters.” I clearly remembered that in my previous life, when Maya chose to marry Waylon, Michael only held Maya’s hand with concern. He said earnestly, “Live your life well, and don’t worry too much about the Garcia family’s affairs. Our family went bankrupt and has already burdened you, making you less valued at the Bennett Villa. We’ll try not to trouble you in the future.” But now, he wanted me to help them constantly. They were truly biased to the extreme. However, after dying in my previous life, I had long seen through these biological parents’ true nature. Though my heart still ached somewhat, I felt more at peace. I didn’t respond and went upstairs to simply pack a few clothes. Maya leaned against the doorframe, looking at me with contempt. She said, “Lydia, the Bennett Villa isn’t a place to enjoy life. You can just savor that pervert’s love.” I merely glanced at her indifferently, expressionless. This time, I would set the rules of the game.

The Bennett family’s car was already waiting outside. I grabbed my luggage and turned back to look at the three people in the house. Michael was wearily rubbing his temples, Bella was holding Maya with concern, and Maya—when they weren’t looking—flashed me a triumphant smile. I watched this charade coldly, sneering inwardly. Fool. You think stealing my path from the last life will give you a happy ending? This time, I’ll make you experience what it truly means to wish you were dead. The Bennett family estate was even more magnificent than I remembered. In my past life, after Maya married Waylon, she had smugly bragged to me about the luxury here. But back then, I was too worried about the company’s financial troubles to pay attention to her boasting. Now that I was here myself, I realized she hadn’t even begun to capture its true opulence. “Miss Garcia, we’ve arrived.” The driver respectfully opened the car door. I stepped out and looked up at the building that resembled a European castle. The Bennett family was true Washington elite—a top-tier dynasty with global enterprises. Even politicians reportedly showed them respect. If it weren’t for the deep friendship between my grandfather’s generation and the Bennetts, the Garcia family would never have had a chance at such an alliance. “So you’re Lydia?” A lazy male voice came from nearby. I turned to see a well-built man leaning against a Roman column. His white shirt was casually unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing an elegant collarbone, a cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, he squinted as he looked me up and down. This was Waylon. I repeated the name in my mind. In my past life, this was the man who had tortured Maya beyond endurance. “Hello, Mr. Bennett.” I smiled. I lowered my head slightly, deliberately letting a strand of hair fall beside my ear. Maya had mentioned in the past life that Waylon despised arrogant women. Waylon suddenly straightened up, stubbing out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray stand. He strode over to me and reached out to tuck that strand of hair behind my ear. “Just call me honey. You don’t need to be so formal with your fiancé.” His voice was deep and carried a barely detectable hint of amusement. I stiffened. This was completely different from the cold, ruthless Waylon that Maya had described. “What? Did I scare you?” Waylon asked. He raised an eyebrow and suddenly leaned close to my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m very gentle with women.” Waylon’s warm breath brushed against my ear. I instinctively stepped back half a pace, but he caught my wrist. “Cute fiancée, shouldn’t we work on building some chemistry?” Waylon said with a smile. I knew that beneath the surface, Waylon was definitely not as harmless as he appeared. I pulled free from his grip and asked somewhat awkwardly, “Where will I be staying?” Waylon gave me an unreadable smile and led me into the mansion. “Your room is right next to mine.” He pushed open an ornately carved wooden door and added, “If you need anything, just tell the butler, James Howard.” This room was more than three times larger than my bedroom at the Garcia mansion. The overall décor was understated gray-blue tones, with floor-to-ceiling windows opening onto a private balcony. I walked to the window and discovered the balcony overlooked the rose garden in the back yard. “Do you like it?” Waylon leaned against the doorframe. “I had it specially prepared for you.” I turned to look at him, filled with surprise. “Mr. Bennett—no, Waylon—when is our wedding date set for?” “What’s the rush?” He smiled. “Is my fiancée that eager to marry me?” Hearing this, I nearly missed a breath. After saying this, he gave me a meaningful look and left. Only after his footsteps completely faded did I exhale in relief and sit on the bed. Something was wrong. All of this was wrong. Waylon’s attitude toward me was completely different from how he’d treated Maya in the past life. Could my different choices have triggered some kind of chain reaction? I opened my phone to find over a dozen missed calls. All from Maya. I sneered and ignored them. In my past life, when I was running around trying to save the company, she had never shown such concern for me. Just as I put down my phone, a text message popped up. It was from Maya: [Lydia, why aren’t you answering your phone? I’m really worried about you. Is the Bennett family giving you trouble? Is Waylon scary? Do you need me to come see you?] I replied: [Everything’s fine. Waylon is quite the gentleman. Maya, you should worry more about the company. I heard creditors showed up today?] Less than ten seconds after I sent my message, the phone rang. I smiled and answered. “Lydia, what are you so smug about? Waylon’s treating you well? I think you’re just trying to make me jealous!” Maya shouted into the phone. I said nothing. Maya probably thought she’d hit a nerve and became even more pleased with herself. “Stop pretending. When you’re crying, don’t come begging me to let the company take you back!” I just smiled faintly: “You should deal with the creditors first.” After hanging up, I laughed silently. Maya, enjoy the first gift of your rebirth.

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Five Christmases after my death, my husband Aiden Smith came looking for me again, wanting me to take the fall for a murder case involving his lover Zoey Watson. He barged into my home with forged evidence, only to find I was long gone. In desperation, Aiden asked the security guard Theo Patel about my whereabouts. But Theo told him, “Liliana? She’s been dead for years.” Liliana Lewis is my name. Theo continued, “I heard the victim’s family from that case five Christmases ago wasn’t satisfied with the verdict. They cornered her in an alley the night she got out of prison and stabbed her to death.” Aiden didn’t believe it, thinking this was all a scheme between Theo and me. He frowned and said impatiently, “All I did was make her serve a few Christmases in prison. What’s there to be dramatic about? She’s actually faking her death? Please tell her that if she doesn’t show up by tomorrow afternoon, I won’t let her sister Stella Lewis attend school anymore.” Watching Aiden’s angry figure as he left, Theo sighed. He muttered under his breath, “Stella was sold off to some mountain village to be an old man’s wife ages ago. How could she possibly still be in school?” ***** “What? Liliana is dead?” Aiden roared. In the office, the sound of shattering glass made my eardrums ache. I floated near the ceiling, watching Aiden slam his phone down on the desk after hearing his secretary Parker Brown’s report. His handsome features twisted with rage. Aiden bellowed, “Parker, have you lost your mind? How can you believe such nonsense? If she really had the guts to die, she wouldn’t have taken the fall for Zoey five Christmases ago.” Hearing Aiden’s furious shouts, Zoey quickly got up from the sofa to comfort him. She said, “Aiden, don’t be angry. Maybe Parker just made a mistake. Don’t worry, give him more time.” “How can I not worry?” Aiden turned to glare at Zoey. But there wasn’t much anger in his eyes—more anxiety and concern. He said, “The police have already traced it back to you. Besides Liliana, who else can help you?” Five Christmases. Since I last took the fall for Zoey, Aiden hadn’t visited me once. Now he finally remembered me, and it was because Zoey had caused another death. How tragic. After hearing his words, Zoey’s expression showed something strange. But she deliberately pretended to back down: “It’s okay. If we can’t find her, forget it. I can go to prison. I can’t make things difficult for you anymore. I’m not afraid of anything, except that after I leave you, you’ll be heartbroken and have no one to take care of you.” Aiden could never resist Zoey when she looked pitiful like this. Whenever she showed this expression, he wanted to give her everything. Sure enough, hearing these words, Aiden’s eyes instantly reddened. He said, “What nonsense are you talking about? How could I let you go to prison? That Christmas, I had Liliana take the fall precisely to keep you safe. Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I’ll never let anything happen to you.” I floated behind them, watching this scene, feeling my chest tighten. That Christmas, after Zoey killed someone in a drunk driving accident, Aiden cried in front of me for three hours. He said if I would take the fall, he’d treat me well for life and pay for Stella’s college education. And the result? Until I was stabbed to death by someone else, he never even called. Turns out he gave all his tenderness to someone else. As if remembering something, Aiden suddenly clenched his teeth and angrily headed out. He said, “She must be hiding somewhere. I’ll go find her myself.” Zoey followed behind him, hypocritically advising, “Don’t go. If she really doesn’t want to help me…” Aiden roared, “She wouldn’t dare! Stella is still in my hands. If she doesn’t come out, Stella will never have a good life.” Seeing his determined attitude, Zoey’s expression showed some hesitation. In the end, she still went along with his decision. I watched them get in the car, and an invisible force dragged me along. The car stopped downstairs at my old apartment complex. Aiden brought Zoey and angrily rushed upstairs. Then he roared, “Liliana, get out here! Don’t think you can escape by faking your death! I know you’re in there. Get your ass out here!” Aiden’s shouting continued, loud enough for the entire building to hear. His excessive noise even attracted Theo, who came up with a flashlight, shining it at the two people upstairs. He asked, “Who are you looking for? No one’s lived here for ages.” Aiden turned around and asked, “I’m looking for Liliana. Did she go out?” “Liliana?” Theo was stunned. “You’re looking for her? She died five Christmases ago.” Aiden’s movements instantly froze. Then he let out a cold laugh and said, “What kind of joke is that? How could someone like her possibly die?” “I have no reason to lie to you,” Theo said. “Liliana was cornered in an alley by the victim’s family from that Christmas case the night she got out of prison and stabbed to death. I heard she died on the spot.” At this point, Zoey tugged at Aiden’s clothes. She said, “Aiden, forget it. If Liliana is using this kind of excuse, she clearly doesn’t want to help us. Let’s go.” Aiden had been struggling with the truth of Theo’s words. After hearing Zoey’s comment, his expression instantly changed. He said, “She must have told you to say that. All I did was make her serve a few Christmases in prison. What’s there to be dramatic about? She’s actually faking her death? Please tell her that if she doesn’t show up by tomorrow afternoon, I won’t let Stella attend school anymore.” After speaking, Aiden turned and left. His expensive leather shoes made sharp sounds as they hit the stairs. Watching the two figures walking away one after the other, Theo shook his head. He said quietly, “This guy is really too much. Stella was sold off to some mountain village to be an old man’s wife ages ago. How could she possibly still be in school?”

Naturally, Aiden hadn’t heard Theo’s words. Even after getting in the car, he was still cursing under his breath while holding Zoey’s hand to comfort her. He said, “Don’t worry. She’ll definitely come out. I still have Stella in my hands—I don’t believe she won’t care about Stella.” Zoey’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, but she said nothing. Aiden snorted coldly and continued, “If push comes to shove, I’ll go to the school tomorrow and pick up Stella myself. I’ll bring Stella right to her face, and then let’s see how she keeps playing dead.” The sharp screech of brakes suddenly pierced the air. The car swerved toward the roadside, nearly hitting the guardrail. Aiden jumped in fright, quickly grabbing the handle. “What are you doing?” Zoey’s face was pale as she struggled to steady the steering wheel. She said, “It’s nothing. I think I hit some gravel back there.” Aiden clearly didn’t buy this excuse. He frowned as he studied Zoey, asking, “You look terrible. Are you too stressed about the case?” Zoey avoided his gaze, frantically shifting gears. She said, “A little. After all, this situation is different from last time.” Aiden chuckled and sighed. He said, “Silly girl, what are you afraid of when I’m here? I was able to handle something as big as last year’s incident, and this time will be the same. As long as Liliana agrees to take the blame for you, she’ll be out in two years at most.” He paused, his tone hardening. “If she’s smart, she’ll come out right away. Otherwise, I’ll make Stella drop out and work for the rest of her life—she’ll never succeed.” Floating in the back seat, I noticed Zoey’s eyes darting around nervously, sweat beading on her forehead. She wasn’t nervous about the case—she was clearly afraid that the truth about Stella would be exposed. Just half a month after I entered prison last year, I received a letter that Stella had someone deliver to me. She said Zoey kept coming to the house to harass her, calling her a burden who dragged others down. I was so frantic I kept hitting the walls, but there was nothing I could do. Soon after, I stopped receiving letters altogether. After asking fellow inmates to investigate, I learned that on Stella’s way home from school, Zoey had forced her into a van and taken her away. Later, after having people search for a long time, I discovered that Zoey had sold Stella to an old man in the remote mountains as his wife, all for twenty thousand dollars. Those years I spent in prison like a madwoman, enduring each day and hoping to get out and find Stella. But the moment I walked out of the prison gates, before I could even start asking around, I was cornered in an alley by the victim’s family. “Alright, stop overthinking.” Aiden comforted Zoey. “Once we find Liliana, I’ll make her take responsibility for everything. Then we can go abroad for a vacation, how about that?” Zoey nodded halfheartedly, her fingers drumming restlessly on the steering wheel. She was definitely wondering what to do if Aiden really went to the school looking for Stella. Stella hadn’t been at that school for a long time. Aiden suddenly said, “No, I should call the school teacher right now to confirm whether Stella is there or not.” He started to pull out his phone. “Don’t!” Zoey suddenly raised her voice. Seeing Aiden’s confused expression, she quickly lowered her voice again. She said, “It’s already evening—don’t disturb the teacher’s rest. I’ll go with you first thing tomorrow morning, and we can buy her some things to show we care.” Only then did Aiden put down his phone. “You’re acting strange today.” “How so?” Zoey forced a smile, though panic flickered in her eyes. “I just don’t want you to worry—I want to put your mind at ease.” The car continued forward. Zoey’s grip on the steering wheel never loosened, her knuckles white with tension. I floated in the back seat, staring intently at the back of her head. For twenty thousand dollars, she had sold my only family member. What kind of life had Stella been living in those mountains all these years? Was she even still alive? I didn’t know any of this. Aiden continued planning how to force me to appear, completely oblivious to Zoey’s increasingly haggard expression. He probably would never imagine that the leverage he planned to use against me had long ago been destroyed by his beloved woman’s own hands.

Early the next morning, Aiden dragged Zoey to the school. Fallen sycamore leaves carpeted the ground at the school entrance. Aiden strode ahead with determined steps, looking like he was ready to collect a debt. “Is this the place?” Aiden stopped in front of the academic building and turned to ask Zoey. Zoey’s eyes darted away as she nodded. “It should be.” Without hesitation, Aiden stormed into the office. Teacher Elena Evans was grading papers when Aiden’s fist slamming on the desk startled her. “Where’s Stella? Get her out here! I’m her guardian and I need to speak with her,” Aiden demanded. Elena adjusted her glasses and studied Aiden carefully. “You’re looking for Stella?” she asked. “Yes. Hurry up and get her over here,” Aiden pressed. “You might be mistaken. Stella dropped out five years ago, right before Christmas,” Elena said. As soon as Elena finished speaking, Aiden burst out laughing. “I transferred $5,000 in tuition to her account just last semester. And you’re telling me she dropped out? Are you trying to brush me off? Did you take Liliana’s money and conspire with her to deceive me? I’m telling you, that’s impossible!” Aiden slammed his phone down on the desk. Elena’s expression darkened. “Sir, please show some respect when you speak. The school would never do such a thing,” she said. “Respect?” Aiden scoffed. “What respect does a worthless woman who can’t even get her education straight deserve? She’s just like Liliana—nothing but lies. For all I know, she ran off with some thug from outside school and is living it up with my money.” Elena shot back, “How can you say that about her? Stella was our most outstanding student back then. She ranked first in her grade on every exam. If it weren’t for…” “Aiden!” Elena’s defense of Stella was cut short by Zoey’s anxious interruption. Zoey tugged at Aiden’s arm. “Aiden, forget it. She probably doesn’t know the situation either. Let’s go. The case is more important. If this doesn’t work out, I’ll think of another way.” Aiden stumbled as she pulled him, then turned to glare at her. “Why are you in such a rush to leave?” he asked. “Let’s not waste time here.” Zoey lowered her voice, her eyes filled with panic. “Can’t we go look for other leads?” Before Elena could say anything more, Zoey had already pulled Aiden outside. When they reached the school gate, Aiden finally couldn’t take it anymore and shook off Zoey’s hand. “What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been acting strange since yesterday,” he demanded. Zoey froze for a moment, realizing her reaction had been too obvious. She clenched her hands and smiled. “Nothing. I just didn’t want you to get too worked up.” Watching Zoey’s flustered state, Aiden’s suspicions grew stronger. However, he didn’t press further, just snorted coldly. “Fine. I’ll listen to you. Let’s handle the case first.” Zoey visibly relaxed and quickly nodded. “Good, let’s go find a lawyer first,” she said. The two of them walked side by side toward the exit. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I floated behind them, watching Zoey secretly wipe away sweat, and my heart ached like it was being pierced by needles. On the drive home, Zoey kept rambling about the case. This time, however, it was Aiden who seemed distracted. Throughout the ride, Aiden listened to Zoey absentmindedly, giving halfhearted responses. The moment the car came to a stop, he urged Zoey to hurry upstairs. As soon as Zoey disappeared from sight, Aiden immediately called Parker. “I need you to investigate two people,” he told Parker. “First is Liliana’s sister Stella. Starting from when she dropped out of school five years ago, I want every detail of her whereabouts thoroughly investigated. “Second is Liliana. Re-examine her whereabouts. I don’t care what anyone says about whether she’s dead or alive—I don’t trust any of the previous information about her. Look into it again, carefully.” He paused, then added, “And don’t let Zoey know about this.” After hanging up, Aiden sat at his computer to handle some documents. But he couldn’t focus on the words on the screen. Zoey’s panicked expression at school today kept flashing before his eyes. The more Aiden thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Aiden worked until dark. Rain suddenly began falling outside, droplets tapping against the glass. He got up to look for an umbrella and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, when his fingers touched a hard box. Aiden froze. This drawer usually only held old files—when had a ring box appeared here? I floated beside Aiden, my heart suddenly clenching with pain. That box contained the gift I had prepared for our third wedding anniversary. Seeing that velvet ring box, Aiden also froze, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. But remarkably, I didn’t see that familiar look of disgust and revulsion in his eyes. Actually, my relationship with Aiden hadn’t been strained from the beginning. When we first got together, our relationship could even be described as sweet. We met through a blind date and unexpectedly hit it off, finding plenty of common ground. On our first date, we talked about everything from work to hobbies, and discovered we even liked the same perfume scents. While we were dating, Aiden would always say, “Who would have thought a blind date could lead to finding the right person.” On our wedding day, Aiden held my hand tightly and said he wanted to stay this happy with me for the rest of our lives. But after Zoey returned to America, everything changed. The Aiden who used to come home on time for dinner with me, rain or shine, started coming home late. He put a password on his phone and never drank the soup I made anymore. I had spent half a month selecting that ring, even having mine and Aiden’s initials engraved on it. I had planned to give him the ring on our third anniversary, to surprise him. I also hoped to humbly use that ring to earn just one more glance from him. But before our third anniversary arrived, I had taken the blame for Zoey and gone to prison. Aiden opened the box, and the platinum ring inside gleamed faintly. Beneath the ring was a card I had written by hand. The card read: [Happy Third Anniversary. I hope you’ll be by my side for every anniversary to come.] Aiden’s fingers tightened around the card, his expression somewhat dazed. Perhaps he too was remembering those early days when we were most in love. Back then, our smiles were genuine, and the light in our eyes was real too. Just as Aiden stared at the ring in a daze, his phone chimed. It was a message from Parker: [Mr. Smith, I’ve found Liliana’s records and sent them to your email.] Aiden snapped back to reality. He shoved the ring box into the drawer and frantically opened his email. The moment he opened the email attachment, his movements froze. On the first page of the document was a death certificate. The death certificate was mine, with the date of death clearly written as five years ago—the day I was released from prison. Aiden’s voice began to tremble. His finger scrolled across the phone screen for a long time, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After a long while, Aiden finally spoke in a hoarse voice. He said, “Is Liliana really dead?”

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At twenty-five that Christmas, I, Jasmin Bennet, kept an intern named John Murphy. As long as he maintained a relationship with me, I ensured his smooth transition to a full-time position and paid off his parents’ gambling debts. So this handsome young man was forced to stay by my side for three Christmases. Later, the company went bankrupt, and I had both my legs broken by enemies. When John and his first love Riley Watson gazed at each other from afar, tears filling their eyes, I quietly left, and he never came looking for me. Later still, I huddled on busy streets selling snacks while he had already taken his place as CEO of a publicly traded company, still deeply in love with Riley. His gaze toward me was cold as ice. I smiled bitterly and asked, “Do you think I’m a joke?” He responded with tears streaming down his face: “I’ve always thought you were a joke.” ***** After the company went bankrupt, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow my former pride and set up a street stall selling snacks to make ends meet. That day, I was working my usual spot when I spotted John in the bustling crowd. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and the luxury watch on his wrist gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Riley, his first love, stood beside him. I gazed hungrily at his face, knowing in my heart that this might be the last time I’d see him in person in this lifetime. Soon, he and Riley would be going abroad together to develop their careers. If I wanted to see him again, it would only be through a TV screen. And the place where I lived didn’t even have a television. “What are you spacing out for? Where’s my hot dog!” An impatient voice snapped me back to reality. I quickly came to my senses and carefully placed the hot dog in a paper bag, handing it to the customer. The customer asked in confusion, “I want to pay by card. Where’s your POS machine?” I pressed my lips together and said embarrassedly, “I don’t have a POS machine. Could you pay with cash?” The customer rummaged through their bag for a moment, tossed down two crumpled bills, and muttered, “What era are we in? How can you still only accept cash?” I carefully picked up those two bills. Today’s hot dog sales, after costs, would leave me with about a hundred dollars—enough to buy some medicine for the next few days. But I couldn’t buy too much, or I wouldn’t have money left for food. While lost in thought, John had quietly appeared in front of my stall. He stared at me. I quickly lowered my head, cold sweat breaking out in my palms, my heartbeat quickening. I wondered, “Has he recognized me?” At the thought of this possibility, I felt like I was standing on a knife’s edge, filled with anxiety. Under John’s sharp gaze, I even felt the urge to run away. Because in this world, John was the last person I wanted to encounter. I didn’t want him to recognize me, didn’t want him to see me in such a sorry state. Just then, Riley walked up to John’s side, breaking the silence: “What’s wrong, John?” John’s cold expression softened the moment he looked at Riley: “This hot dog smells so good. We used to love eating these in school. Back then, you’d always say you were full and then give me the rest.” His eyes were filled with tender affection. Riley smiled too: “Things are different now from before. We’re going to get better and better.” I didn’t dare speak, just handed John the freshly made hot dog. He took the hot dog and pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, tossing it into my bucket. Only after they turned and walked away did I dare lift my head. Watching that intern I once kept, who had now transformed into someone far beyond my reach. I looked down at my worn, shabby clothes and smiled bitterly, thinking, “I was being too presumptuous.” Wearing a mask, covered in grease and smoke, with disheveled hair, I was no longer the glamorous female CEO I had been back then. How could John possibly recognize me? Though I didn’t want John to recognize me, I still watched his retreating figure until he disappeared into the crowd, surrounded by people. I suddenly remembered the first time I met John. Back then, he wore a cheap work uniform, his face covered in sweat, clutching a stack of documents while carrying several cups of coffee, stumbling into the company. My gaze was involuntarily drawn to him. From that day on, my secretary Colton Walsh and I spent weeks sitting in the break room, watching John efficiently handle various tasks. He worked from nine in the morning until ten at night, constantly called around by colleagues. Sometimes he didn’t even have time to eat, only managing to wolf down a few bites of spaghetti to fill his stomach. From his file, I learned he was a new intern at the branch office, with a seriously ill mother and a gambling-addicted father at home. He’d learned to save money from a young age, was ostracized by classmates in school, and received cold treatment from colleagues at work. Yet he always wore a smile on his face, revealing two dimples when he laughed, as if even the sunlight became brighter because of it. I gradually became interested in him, even deliberately concealing my identity and appearing before him as a company client representative. Watching him stay up all night preparing materials and earnestly explaining products to win me as a client, my heart stirred. I even had Colton shield him from those difficult colleagues. He smiled and said to me, “Ms. Bennet, I’m so lucky. Ever since I met you, everything has been going much smoother.” Looking at his clean, sincere smile, I couldn’t help but smile too. In the scheming world of the Bennet family, my gradually cooling heart was warmed again by his smile. I never told him I was actually the president of Bennet Group. I was afraid he would treat me like everyone else, putting me on a pedestal and showing me that familiar, flattering smile. Through our daily interactions, I cared about him more and more. Until one day, I realized that whenever I received a message from him, I would unconsciously break into a brilliant smile. That’s when I knew I had fallen in love with him. So on a bright, sunny weekend, I asked him out, planning to confess my feelings. However, when I arrived at his rented house, I saw him embracing a girl wearing an equally cheap cotton dress. They were sharing an ice cream, their faces glowing with happy, satisfied smiles. Actually, during that time, I had investigated everything about him thoroughly. That girl was his first love, Riley. He worked desperately hard not only to pay off his family’s gambling debts and his mother’s medical bills, but also to help her afford graduate school. I smiled bitterly, quietly left, and endured the heartache while deciding to let John go. Until one night, passing through a small alley, I heard his desperate voice.

Hearing John’s voice, I followed the path into the alley. The scene before me nearly suffocated me—several thugs were dragging John around, beating him with their fists and feet. John struggled beneath them, his clothes disheveled, his legs dragging helplessly on the ground, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair. Seeing this, my blood boiled. I grabbed a brick and charged forward. When the thugs saw I was a woman, their faces twisted into vicious grins. They rubbed their hands together as they closed in on me, their eyes full of contempt and greed. John cried out to me: “Ms. Bennet, this has nothing to do with you! Please leave!” I looked at him—he hadn’t shed a tear while being beaten, yet he was crying now that I was in danger. In that moment, I suddenly realized I had completely fallen in love with this pure, kind-hearted boy. Even knowing that once I left, he would be beaten to a pulp or even killed, he still wanted me to go. When Colton arrived with backup, John had been beaten nearly to death, yet he still held me tightly in his arms. When he woke up, I sat by his hospital bed with red-rimmed eyes. Seeing me, a flash of relief crossed his eyes: “I’m glad you’re okay.” Then he looked at me seriously and scolded: “You’re a girl—don’t go sticking your neck out like that again. What if something had happened to you? I’m tough, I can handle it.” Looking at him, I suddenly spoke up: “John, I’m not some client representative. I’m the CEO of Bennet Group. If you’re willing to be with me, I can help you get promoted, take care of your parents’ gambling debts, and cure your mother’s illness.” The Bennet family held a prestigious position, and I’d lived a wealthy life since childhood. No one had ever taught me how to confess to someone I loved. So I had no idea what those words meant to him. I only saw John’s face turn deathly pale in an instant, the light in his eyes extinguished. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and nodded. I was overjoyed, shoving several bank cards into his hands and having Colton arrange new housing for him, getting him out of that run-down rental. But I didn’t realize that John’s gaze had quietly taken on a tinge of disappointment. After we got together, he became even more obedient and considerate. But his spending became extravagant—he could withdraw millions of dollars from my account every day. Colton looked at the bills with obvious hesitation. I knew what he wanted to say, but I didn’t care. The Bennet family wasn’t short on money, and neither was I. To me, as long as he stayed by my side, no amount of money mattered. Perhaps fate wouldn’t let me live too peacefully. Bennet Group’s confidential information was leaked, and our stock plummeted overnight. While my father was running around trying to save the family business, he was killed in a car accident. My mother couldn’t bear the blow and slit her wrists one night, taking her own life. The company collapsed. After Bennet Group went bankrupt, my enemies locked me in a run-down factory and broke both my legs. I was lucky—I still had a breath left in me. With that breath, I crawled to John’s place, only to see Riley excitedly gripping his hands, saying something to him. Watching him and Riley smile at each other with tears in their eyes, I looked down at my crippled legs and smiled silently.   Bennet Group went completely bankrupt. After liquidating all assets, I paid off every debt and severed all ties. With my last bit of money, I bought a train ticket to another city, living like a wounded rat, barely surviving in the shadows. That Christmas, my leg didn’t receive proper treatment, leaving me with serious complications. The daily pain nearly drove me to the breaking point. But over time, even that agony became numb. I kept my eyes downcast, unconsciously touching the pocket over my chest. Hidden inside was a hundred-dollar bill—the same one John had once placed in that plastic bucket. I couldn’t bring myself to spend it, even though that hundred dollars could buy a week’s worth of pain relief ointment. Because it was the last connection I had to John. From the moment I first met John, I knew he was an exceptional person. Over these four years, even without a TV or phone, I could learn about John’s life through passersby’s conversations and public screens. After leaving me, he thrived. In just four years, he became the CEO of a publicly traded company, flaunting his romance with Riley, and their wedding was approaching. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life only glimpsing John through TV screens and magazines. Until a few days ago, when I encountered him again. That moment of reunion after four years felt like stepping into a dream. The instant I saw him, four years of suppressed longing came flooding out. I missed him so much. But then I looked down at my legs, then at the hot dog in front of me, and shook my head with a bitter smile. I skillfully wrapped the hot dog in a bag and handed it to the customer. The man took the bag, and his expression immediately darkened. He said angrily, “Look at what you’ve made! It’s completely burnt! How am I supposed to eat this!” Before I could apologize, he threw the hot dog at my face and stormed off. The scalding hot dog hit my face, burning painfully. I felt the curious stares of passersby, but I just quietly looked down at the scattered hot dog on the ground, my heart aching. I carefully bent down and struggled to pick up the hot dog from the ground, gently blowing away the dust. Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, a hand suddenly knocked it to the ground. I looked up to see John with tears in his eyes. I don’t know what I looked like that night when I appeared before John. But I know that at this moment, sitting before him, he was like an angel illuminating my dark life. And in his gaze, I saw my own wretched state—sitting in a dirty wheelchair, wearing tattered clothes, hair disheveled like a bird’s nest, reeking of cooking oil, utterly pathetic. I instinctively wanted to turn and flee, forgetting that I was now disabled. I fell heavily to the ground, the rough gravel cutting my palms, my legs trapped in the wheelchair, unable to move. John wiped the tears from his eyes and helped me up. I sat back in the wheelchair, keeping my head down, not daring to look at him. His gaze felt tangible, pressing down on me, making me restless. After a long silence, John sighed softly and said, “It’s been four years. Come have coffee with me.”

I sat in a clean, bright café, where passing waitstaff cast subtle yet disdainful glances my way. Over these past few years, I’d grown accustomed to such scrutiny. But now, sitting across from John, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I clasped my hands nervously, their surfaces covered in calluses and scars. John pushed a cup of coffee toward me, but I quickly waved it away. “No, thanks. I don’t drink coffee.” He looked surprised. “I remember this used to be your favorite blend. Have your tastes changed? I can ask the server to bring you something else.” His words hit me like a punch to the chest, pulling my thoughts back four years. Back then, before Bennet Group went bankrupt, John would grind coffee beans for me every morning, the rich aroma gently waking me from sleep. Sometimes, I’d take him to upscale coffee shops. Now, our roles had completely reversed. I smiled bitterly. “I don’t drink coffee anymore. Just lemon water would be fine.” Looking at John, my voice carried a hint of unease. “If lemon water’s too much trouble, plain water works too.” John’s expression grew complicated. I knew what he was thinking. Once upon a time, I’d lived without a care in the world, pursuing perfection in every aspect of life—even my drinking water had to be imported. Now, I could casually say “whatever’s fine.” Back then, “whatever” simply wasn’t in my vocabulary. John didn’t say much, just signaled the server to bring me a bottle of water. I quietly thanked him, only to catch the server rolling her eyes. I smiled awkwardly. After the server left, we fell into silence. After a long while, John finally spoke. “You’ve changed so much.” I smiled helplessly. How could I not have changed? When I first arrived in this city, I was penniless and dizzy with hunger. An old beggar shared his scavenged bread with me, and I forced it down while fighting back waves of nausea. I’d tried to find work, but my disabled legs made it impossible—I couldn’t even handle the simplest manual labor. Left with no choice, I joined the old beggar in panhandling, seeking warmth under bridge overpasses. At least I had his company. But one night, he developed a high fever. Frantic, I wanted to take him to the hospital, but every taxi on the street refused to pick us up after seeing our appearance. Watching his flushed face, I cursed my useless legs for the first time. I carried him on my back, dragging my weak legs step by agonizing step toward the hospital, but he died before we made it halfway. Before passing away, he pressed all his saved money into my hands, urging me to find work that could at least put food on the table—even selling hot dogs would be better than begging. He said, “You’re a young woman. How can you be a beggar? What if you run into danger?” Seeing that I really couldn’t drink the coffee, John took me to a nearby restaurant. I didn’t refuse. First, I was genuinely hungry, and second, I had once helped John get promoted and handled his personal affairs, spending quite a bit of money on him. It was only right that he treat me to a meal. When the food was served, I couldn’t help but swallow hard. I hadn’t eaten such delicious food in four years. Usually, I could only eat a slice or two of bread with cold water. Later, I bought a small electric kettle because I didn’t dare drink tap water—my current condition couldn’t afford illness. If I fell sick, I’d end up like that old beggar. Sometimes I wondered if living like this was worse than death. But whenever I stood on the edge of life and death, I’d always think of John’s smile. In this world, John was the only person I still cared about. Even if I could only see him on the big screens in shopping malls, it was enough to give me the will to live. Watching me wolf down the food, John’s eyes reddened slightly. He poured me a glass of water and said coldly, “Eat slowly. No one’s competing with you.” I froze and looked up at John. His gaze was cold and distant, making my heart ache. I lowered my head and continued shoveling the food into my mouth. The once-delicious meal now tasted like wax, completely flavorless. But I still forced myself to swallow it, knowing that such a meal might not come again for a very long time. Eating your fill was a survival lesson the old beggar had taught me. Just then, John’s phone rang. He answered: “Riley, what’s wrong?” It was Riley calling. John glanced at me, then got up and walked to the bar to take the call. Only after he left did I dare to lift my head. Looking at his retreating figure, I fought back the bitterness in my heart. I ate while stealing glances at John. I probably wouldn’t have another chance to see him after this. Such is life. By the time I finished eating, there was still plenty of food left on the table, and John was still on the phone at the bar. I found a plastic bag and packed up the leftover food. With the cold weather, it would keep for a long time and save me meal money. After packing, I wanted to say goodbye to John. But looking at his back, I hesitated. After a long pause, I said quietly, “John, goodbye.” With a touch of reluctance, I took one last look at him, then turned my wheelchair toward the exit. Just as I reached the door, I heard John’s urgent voice: “Jasmin, are you going to leave without saying goodbye again?” He pulled me back, and my bag caught on the door, tearing open and spilling food all over the floor. The greasy smell filled the air. I felt deeply embarrassed. John stared at the food on the floor in silence. I smiled bitterly and said, “Do you think I’m a joke?” He didn’t answer. I sighed, looking regretfully at the scattered leftovers on the floor, then turned to leave. But John called out again: “Jasmin, I’ve always thought you were a joke.” I turned back to see tears streaming down John’s face. He knelt down and, ignoring the grease stains on my clothes, buried his face against my knees and sobbed. After a long while, he finally stopped crying. He gently touched my legs, his eyes flashing with pain. After a long silence, he finally spoke: “Jasmin, can we get back together?” I stared at him—the same face, but now bearing the authority of someone in power, familiar yet strange. I laughed softly: “John, when you and Riley sold company secrets to my competitors, did you ever think about me?”

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My name is Andrea Newman. At my engagement party, my cousin Liliana Grant pretended to be drunk, secretly took an aphrodisiac, and tearfully begged me to lend her my fiancé Chandler Lakin for one night. I found Archer Martin for her, who had always been devoted to her. When Liliana woke up and discovered it wasn’t Chandler in bed with her, she killed herself in shame and rage. Chandler didn’t blame me for this and continued to treat me as before. I always felt guilty about Liliana, and after her death, I took care of her family with great devotion. However, on our wedding day, Chandler had me poisoned and thrown to beggars to be violated. “Liliana suffered this same pain at Christmas, so use your vile body to atone for her.” I was tortured to death on my wedding night, dying along with my unborn child. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that night when Liliana cried and begged me to give her Chandler. ***** At the engagement party, Liliana pretended to be drunk, took an aphrodisiac, and tearfully pleaded with me: “Andrea, please let Chandler save me, won’t you?” She cried while tugging at my evening gown: “Andrea, I just need to borrow Chandler for one night. Please help me out, won’t you?” I looked down at Liliana sobbing at my feet and sighed softly: “Liliana, Chandler and I are already engaged. If you do this, how will you ever get married in the future?” Chandler also frowned and scolded her: “I’m your sister’s husband. Your behavior is truly disgusting!” With that, he kicked Liliana away and pulled me along as he turned to leave. Looking at Liliana struggling in pain on the ground, I ultimately softened. I called Archer, who had always admired her. Liliana and Archer were already betrothed, and Archer was an upright man who would never spread word of this incident. Having him help was the most appropriate choice under the circumstances. However, when she woke up and found Archer beside her, she broke down crying on the spot. She pointed at me and cursed that I had ruined her life, then resolutely killed herself. This incident became a shadow I could never shake from my heart. I always believed I was the one who caused her death. After she died, I devoted myself to caring for her family. Chandler was considerate of my efforts and often accompanied me to look after them. But on my wedding night, he actually brought several beggars to violate me to death. I desperately begged him to spare me, but he looked at me with disgust: “If it weren’t for you, I could have been with Liliana long ago. This is all your fault!” “Liliana suffered this same pain at Christmas. She’s dead, so use your life to atone for her.” It turned out that before getting engaged to me, he had already been having an affair with Liliana. I learned from Liliana’s diary that she gave him that she was his first love. But he didn’t know that the diary recorded everything about me, bit by bit. Liliana had been jealous of my background since childhood and imitated me almost obsessively. From clothing style to speech and mannerisms, she even copied my diary entries word for word. She thought that by imitating everything about me, she could take my place. In my previous life, I repeatedly gave in because she was my cousin, and ultimately lost my life. In this life, I decided to fulfill their wishes, because I had more important things to do. When the familiar plot unfolded again, I left early under the pretense of changing my dress, leaving the stage entirely to Liliana. Sure enough, just like in my previous life, she pretended to be drunk and accidentally took an aphrodisiac. Then she pushed Archer away and searched everywhere for Chandler and me. Unable to find me, she could only kneel on the ground and beg Chandler: “Please save me, won’t you?” “If you don’t save me, I’ll die.” She used life and death to pressure Chandler. A flash of disgust crossed Chandler’s face. However, a servant came to report to me in a low voice: “Mr. Lakin said he had business and left early.” Looking at myself in the mirror, images of my tragic death in my previous life flashed through my mind, making me shudder. Fortunately, I was reborn. In this life, I would personally send them both to hell! I instructed: “Go ask Mr. Martin to come. Tell him I’m very worried about Liliana and would like him to help search for her.” After the servant left, I began making a show of searching for Chandler everywhere. Wherever I went, I anxiously asked: “Have you seen my fiancé and my cousin?” Soon, all the guests at the engagement party knew that Chandler and Liliana had disappeared together. Archer was also extremely anxious when he heard: “Liliana is a young lady. If word of this gets out, it will greatly damage her reputation.” He immediately ordered his men: “Find Liliana as quickly as possible!” Everyone scattered to search, practically turning the entire mansion upside down. Only Chandler’s and my bridal chamber remained unchecked. Everyone stood hesitantly at the door, caught in a dilemma. Just then, I ran over anxiously: “Have you found Liliana and Chandler?” Everyone remained silent. A servant said: “We’ve searched all the other rooms. Only this one is left…” Before he could finish, I pushed the door open forcefully: “Chandler, Liliana, are you in there?” The next second, a woman’s scream and a man’s angry roar came from inside the room. I stood in the doorway in shock, while everyone behind me witnessed the scene with their own eyes. Chandler was actually sleeping with my cousin Liliana at our engagement party! I looked at Chandler with a pale face: “You…” Before I could finish speaking, everything went black and I fainted. Archer quickly caught me, glaring at Chandler: “Your family must give us an explanation for this, or else…” He didn’t continue, but everyone understood his meaning. The Martin family was currently at the height of their power. Even though Archer was only the second son, he wasn’t someone just anyone could casually humiliate. Archer helped me leave the scene.

When I woke up again, it was already evening. My parents Jesse Newman and Phoebe Newman, Liliana’s mother Isabel Grant, as well as people from the Lakin and Martin families were all present. Seeing me awake, Chandler’s mother Sienna Lakin immediately stepped forward to help me up. “Andrea, you’re finally awake.” However, I avoided Sienna and threw myself into Phoebe’s arms, sobbing loudly. Anyone who saw this would think I was a pitiful person who had been wronged. Sienna awkwardly withdrew her hand and said softly, “Andrea, what’s done is done. How about letting your sister marry Chandler too? Don’t worry, you’ll still be Chandler’s wife.” After saying this, she turned to look at Chandler and Liliana behind her. “We mean for Liliana to be Chandler’s concubine. This way, we can save face for all our families, and you sisters can look after each other. What do you think?” After hearing this, Jesse snorted with displeasure. “Your family sure has some nerve, still wanting my daughter to marry Chandler? Hah! In your dreams!” The Martin family members also looked displeased. Archer’s fiancée was being offered to Chandler as a concubine! If word of this got out, the Martin family would lose all face. Naturally, Liliana was unwilling. Seeing herself about to go from being the legitimate wife to a concubine, how could she possibly agree? She had worked so hard to climb up to Chandler’s level, and it wasn’t to become a concubine. Liliana nestled in Chandler’s arms, crying breathlessly. “Andrea, as long as you can forgive Chandler, I’m willing to be a concubine. I just beg you not to be angry with Chandler because of me.” At this moment, Isabel was also crying nearby. “Andrea, if you don’t let Liliana off the hook, she’ll really have no way out.” “Shut up! Look at the fine daughter you’ve raised! Doing such shameful things, and you still have the nerve to cry here?” Jesse said angrily. He had always been especially tolerant of Isabel. No matter what mistakes she made, he would overlook them for the sake of her being a widow with a child. But now, Isabel had actually encouraged Liliana to do such a thing! Jesse felt utterly humiliated. Seeing his beloved crying so sadly, Chandler felt heartbroken. He frowned and looked at me. “I’ve already agreed to marry you. What more do you want? Must you drive Liliana to desperation before you’re satisfied?” As soon as he finished speaking, his father slapped him hard across the face. “Shut your mouth! You have no say here!” Jesse looked coldly at this father and son pair and said, “You don’t need to put on this touching father-son act in front of me. Andrea will never marry into your family.” This slap completely enraged Chandler. He glared at his father. “In this lifetime, I’ll marry no one but Liliana! Father, if you like Andrea so much, you can marry her yourself!” Alex Martin, Archer’s father who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, couldn’t help but sneer. “Is this the Lakin family’s upbringing?” After saying this, he looked at Jesse. “In this matter, both our families are victims. How about our two families form a marriage alliance? What do you think?” Jesse stared at Alex in disbelief. “Do you think my daughter is some commodity for people to pick and choose from?” Alex smiled and explained, “Now that’s not a nice way to put it. When word of today’s incident gets out, our family will lose face, but Andrea is the real victim here. How will she be able to marry in the future?” Jesse was about to refuse when he heard me speak calmly, “What benefit would there be for me in forming a marriage alliance with your family?”

Seeing me speak up, Alex’s face immediately lit up with joy. He had been dissatisfied with Liliana for a long time. He’d always felt she was not only narrow-minded, but there was also a calculating gleam in her eyes. If it weren’t for Archer’s feelings for Liliana, he would never have allowed such a woman to set foot in their home. Now seeing me relent, he was naturally overjoyed. He said, “Andrea, I can’t guarantee everything else, but there are a few things I can absolutely promise. “First, we’ll divide the family assets. As soon as you two marry, I’ll immediately go to the notary office to handle the paperwork for all our shops and property deeds. My two sons will each get forty percent, and the remaining twenty percent will be kept for our retirement.” “Second,” Alex drew out his tone, looking at Chandler with disdain before continuing slowly, “The Martin family values propriety above all. Archer would never cause the kind of scandal where he gets entangled with his fiancée’s cousin at an engagement party. “As for the final point, after marriage, all assets belonging to you two must be registered under your name.” As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present gasped in shock. This was practically giving away the entire family fortune to Andrea! The Martin family was really going all out for Archer’s marriage! Only Chandler’s family, Liliana, and Isabel looked grim. Alex’s words were practically pointing at their noses and calling them shameless. I listened quietly and nodded. Others might not be able to tell if his words were true or false, but I knew better. In my previous life, after Liliana’s death, Archer had followed his family’s arrangements and married another woman. Although Archer didn’t love her, he still treated her with utmost care and consideration. All the family’s properties and deeds were put under that woman’s name, while he himself owned nothing. If I could be with such a person, even if he didn’t love me, at least he wouldn’t harm me. Moreover, with the advantage of information from my rebirth, I might not need to depend on a man to survive. It’s just that the social climate of this era was ultimately harsh toward women. If I didn’t marry, Jesse and Phoebe would be subjected to gossip and bear the burden of shame. I didn’t care what happened to me, but I couldn’t drag them into controversy. I said, “Alright, then I’ll consider it.” Hearing this, Archer’s parents were both stunned, then broke into satisfied smiles. But Liliana, who had been watching from the sidelines, could no longer sit still. She looked at Alex angrily: “Why? That’s not what you said before! You clearly said you’d only give thirty percent of the family assets! “And you never said you’d transfer all the assets to my name!” Alex frowned at her: “Since you got engaged to Archer, what haven’t we provided for your food, clothing, and expenses? “I made this decision because I was afraid you’d squander the family fortune! Besides, how do your family background and looks compare to Andrea’s? “I simply prefer Andrea and am willing to offer up our family assets with both hands. What’s wrong with that?” Liliana was left speechless by his retort, looking tearfully at Archer: “Are you just going to watch them bully your fiancée like this?” Archer looked at her coldly: “Miss Grant, please watch your words. I am no longer your fiancé.” Liliana was left choking on her words and threw herself into Chandler’s arms, sobbing. Seeing our two families settle the marriage matter in just a few exchanges, Chandler’s expression grew increasingly sour. He pushed Liliana out of his arms and stormed up to me angrily: “Andrea! You’re my fiancée, and you’re talking about marrying someone else right in front of me. Have you considered my feelings at all?”

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I, Juliet Collins, was hosting a welcome-back party with my husband Edwin Weaver for my sister Kayla Collins, who had just returned from abroad. When someone asked about her biggest regret in life, she held her empty wine glass, gazing at Edwin with unfocused eyes. “Probably not having the courage to keep Edwin’s baby back then.” The room erupted in whispers among our relatives and friends. I instinctively clutched the pregnancy test results I was about to pull from my pocket, my lower abdomen aching from the emotional turmoil. Kayla seemed to snap back to reality, covering her mouth with a light laugh. “I’m just kidding! Edwin and I were just friends for a while. “Juliet, don’t take it to heart. You’re the one who married him, and you’re the one he truly loves.” All eyes turned to Edwin and me. But he immediately looked toward Kayla, his gaze momentarily dazed, revealing a hint of tenderness. He completely failed to notice my pale face and trembling hands. Kayla seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere, slowly sipping her wine with an intimate tone. “Speaking of which, Edwin used to have such a terrible temper. I gradually trained him into the considerate man he is today. “Now it’s perfect—my beloved sister gets to enjoy the benefits.” She winked, her tone teasing. “Juliet, does he still pester you for intimacy during your period? “He doesn’t force you to do those weird things anymore, does he?” Edwin remained silent, not denying it—essentially confirming her words. He smiled helplessly and cut a piece of steak, placing it on Kayla’s plate. “Just eat properly. Since you’re my sister now, be good and take care of yourself.” He completely ignored my embarrassment. The suffocating atmosphere around us didn’t ease despite his gesture. Kayla’s friend nearby seemed completely unaware, casually chiming in, “Yeah, Kayla, you’re just too picky with food, only eating what Edwin cooks. “Back then, when he went on that business trip and you got upset, you wouldn’t eat properly. That’s why your health deteriorated and you miscarried.” I stared blankly at the food on the table, my mind going completely blank. So Edwin’s cooking skills existed because of her. After three years of marriage, if Kayla hadn’t returned, I wouldn’t have even known Edwin could cook. Kayla studied me unhurriedly for a moment, then suddenly spoke with feigned innocence in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, everyone. It’s been three years since we last met, and I’ve had too much to drink. I’ve been speaking carelessly. “Let me go wash my face and sober up.” She stood up unsteadily, accidentally knocking over her red wine, staining her dress. Edwin immediately stood up, his movements practiced. “I’ll take you to your old room to change.” I endured the pain in my abdomen and stood up. “Let me help.” But Edwin frowned and pushed my hand away. “Don’t interfere. Kayla doesn’t like others touching her things.” My hand froze in mid-air. I remembered how after our marriage, when I wanted to replace the old curtains in the guest room, Edwin had irritably refused. “Didn’t Kayla say this color looked nice?” This house was filled with traces of another woman everywhere. They went into the guest room. Before long, Kayla emerged. She wore Edwin’s old shirt—oversized, yet making her appear even more delicate. She deliberately rolled up the sleeves, revealing a conspicuous men’s watch on her wrist. It was Edwin’s usual watch, and also the anniversary gift I’d given him a week after our wedding. She shook her wrist and smiled at me. “Edwin’s watch looks pretty good. I’m just borrowing it to match this outfit. Juliet, you don’t mind, do you?” Edwin looked at her, a smile actually appearing at the corners of his mouth. He turned to me and said, “Yeah, it does look good on her.” At that moment, the sharp pain in my lower abdomen suddenly intensified. I dug my nails deep into my palms, forcibly swallowing the moan that almost escaped my lips. Watching their effortless intimacy as if no one else existed, the knife in my heart finally twisted to its deepest point. I slowly sat back down, quietly crumpling the pregnancy test results in my pocket into a ball. Taking a deep breath, a cold glint flashed in my eyes as I made up my mind. Tonight, I had to set things straight with Edwin.

The banquet finally came to an end. Kayla rubbed her temples, her voice weak as she said, “Edwin, I had some drinks and got caught in the wind. I’m feeling really uncomfortable right now. Could I possibly…” Edwin immediately cut in, “Then you should stay in the guest room. It’s too late to be going anywhere now.” He said it so naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I dug my nails into my palms but didn’t say a word. Late at night, the master bedroom felt cold and empty. Edwin never came back. The unease in my heart grew until I finally got up to look for him. The guest room door was slightly ajar, warm light and hushed voices spilling out. From inside came Kayla’s voice, thick with tears: “Back then, you cared about me the most. After just one fight, you waited downstairs at my dorm all night!” Edwin’s deep voice carried a tenderness I’d never heard before: “Let’s not talk about the past. What matters is that you’re back now.” Kayla said, “Edwin, you still like me, don’t you? You only married Juliet out of spite because I didn’t keep that baby, right?” I burst through the door! Kayla was practically draped across Edwin’s chest, her eyes red and swollen. Edwin’s hand was tenderly stroking her back. When he saw me, Edwin’s brow immediately furrowed, his tone impatient: “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Kayla hid behind him, clutching his sleeve with only half her face visible, yet she shot me a provocative smile. My voice trembled: “Edwin, it’s very late.” Edwin’s tone grew even worse: “Kayla isn’t feeling well, so I’m keeping her company. Can’t you be a little more mature and stop being so jealous?” Kayla put on an innocent act: “Edwin, don’t blame Juliet. I had too much to drink tonight and said the wrong things, which upset her.” Edwin immediately cooed over her sympathetically, then turned to me and said, “Kayla’s delicate. Since you’re still up, why don’t you go make her some honey lemon tea?” I laughed bitterly: “I’m your wife, not her maid!” Edwin’s face darkened: “Juliet, do you have to be so petty? She’s your sister. If you won’t look after her, then I’ll do it for you. And now you’re blaming me for that?” “Sister?” My heart clenched painfully. “The way you two were just now didn’t look like caring for a sister!” With that, I turned and went back to our room. Before long, Edwin followed me in, his tone softening: “I was wrong. Don’t be angry. Kayla did lose a child for me once.” He held me, kissed my forehead, and spoke soothing words. I remained rigid in his arms. I’d wanted to confront him about his relationship with Kayla, but I no longer had the energy to fight. Thinking I’d calmed down, he went out and busied himself for quite a while. Restless and agitated, I heard some commotion and quietly followed. Edwin entered his study and made a phone call in hushed tones: “Transfer the funding from the Tech City project to Kayla’s newly established studio. She just returned to the country and needs support.” I was thunderstruck. That project was something our team had worked countless nights to secure! It was one of our most important core projects! The person on the other end seemed to have questions. Edwin chuckled softly, his tone more tender than I’d ever heard: “It’s fine. She’s worth it. If we lose money, so be it. Ms. Collins? Don’t worry about her. She’s my wife—naturally she won’t oppose my decisions.”

I leaned against the cold wall, my hands and feet numb with cold, tears dropping onto the floor with dull thuds. Not only did he always keep a place for her in his heart, but he could easily hand over everything we’d built together to her without a second thought. The next morning, I walked out of the bedroom, my steps unsteady after a sleepless night. In the dining room, Kayla was already sitting there, sipping milk in small, delicate sips. She looked up and smiled at me, her fingers casually brushing against her neck. A delicate diamond necklace sparkled blindingly in the morning light. My breath caught. I’d seen that necklace before. It matched the bracelet Edwin had saved three months’ salary to buy three Christmases ago. Back then, he’d held me close and said, “Juliet, when we have money someday, I’ll get you the entire ‘One Love’ set.” Kayla’s voice was sickeningly sweet as her fingers caressed the necklace: “Do you think this necklace is pretty? Edwin said it’s called ‘One Love.’ He said it was a special welcome-home gift he prepared just for me, and insisted I try it on first thing this morning.” She tilted her head, her smile both innocent and smug: “It seems to match the bracelet you’re wearing? What a coincidence! Edwin is so thoughtful, getting us matching sister pieces!” My stomach churned violently, sharp pain stabbing through my lower abdomen as darkness clouded my vision. Warm liquid quickly soaked through my nightgown, sticky and cold. Looking down, I saw shocking red slowly spreading. Cold sweat instantly drenched my entire body. I trembled all over, using every ounce of strength to grab Edwin as he happened to walk by: “My stomach hurts so much…” Edwin looked down at me, his eyes showing not a trace of concern, only heavy impatience and suspicion. He roughly shook off my hand and snapped harshly: “Kayla just started feeling better, and now you’re faking illness again? Is this really necessary? I’ve given you so much jewelry, but you just have to be jealous of that one necklace?” “I will always believe in you and protect you forever.” His choked promise from when he proposed still seemed to echo in my ears, but now it cut through me like the sharpest blade, leaving me completely torn apart. The light in my eyes dimmed bit by bit. Maybe my complexion was truly awful, maybe I’d lost too much blood. Edwin froze for a moment, his anger subsiding slightly, his brow furrowing as if he wanted to bend down and help me. Just then, Kayla moaned and covered her forehead, swaying as if about to collapse: “Edwin, I’m dizzy.” Edwin’s choice was almost instinctive. He turned around and caught her in his arms, his voice urgent with worry: “What’s wrong?” Kayla leaned against him, weakly pointing toward the kitchen counter. There, somehow, sat what looked like a small blood pack, now torn open with red liquid dripping steadily out. “I was just trying to get some water for Juliet when I accidentally saw…” She gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, “Is she still angry with me? So she deliberately…” She clutched Edwin’s sleeve tightly, sobbing: “It’s all my fault, Edwin. Don’t worry about me, go check on Juliet! She must be so upset that she’d do something like this to make you feel sorry for her. I’m fine, really fine.” Edwin’s expression instantly darkened, fury completely drowning out his last shred of doubt. He whirled around and roared at me, his eyes cold and disgusted: “Do you really have to cause trouble at a time like this? If anything happens to Kayla, I’ll never forgive you!” He remembered how resilient I’d been when I stayed up three straight nights with him working on projects, convinced I could never be as fragile as Kayla, who was “weak from her miscarriage.” He scooped Kayla up in his arms and, without even glancing at me curled up on the floor bleeding profusely, strode out the door. The car door slammed shut, and the engine noise quickly faded away. The world fell completely silent. My heart went completely cold.   With my last ounce of strength, I reached for my phone that had fallen beside me and dialed 911 with trembling fingers. When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils. My body felt completely drained, cold and aching. Instinctively, I touched my abdomen. The flatness there made my heart race with panic. A nurse walked in, her tone carrying professional sympathy: “Ma’am, you’re awake. I’m sorry, but we couldn’t save the baby. Please accept our condolences and take care of yourself.” I thought: “Condolences? My child quietly slipped away while being abandoned by his father, while I bled and struggled alone.” The anesthesia was wearing off, and both my wound and heart throbbed with sharp pain. I picked up my phone. The screen was blindingly clean. No missed calls from Edwin, no anxious messages or hollow explanations. Nothing at all. In the deathly silence, memories flooded back like a tide, completely drowning me. He once waited for me after work in the rain, clumsily holding an umbrella, getting half his body soaked in the process. He stayed up all night making me a birthday cake, flour smudged on his face, grinning like a fool. He knelt on one knee to propose, his hands trembling as he pulled out the ring: “Marry me. I’ll spend my whole life being good to you.” All those warm, shining memories eventually crystallized into his twisted face as he held Kayla and screamed at me. Maybe Kayla was right—I was nothing more than his tool for spite, an emotional substitute. My heart had died, leaving me strangely calm. I called my secretary and coldly signed the resignation and share transfer documents she had prepared the night before. Then I dialed lawyer William Porter: “Mr. Porter, please bring that divorce agreement I consulted you about last night. Yes, right now. The maternity ward at the hospital.” William arrived quickly. I took the thick stack of documents, flipped to the last page, and signed my name without hesitation. The pen tip tore through the paper, completely severing everything between us. Shortly after I left, the hospital room door was violently pushed open. Edwin had finally arrived. His hair was disheveled, his face showing traces of lingering irritation: “The nurse just called saying something happened to you? Stop being so dramatic all the time.” His words cut off abruptly. His gaze swept across the empty hospital bed, finally settling on the nightstand. There lay a document, quietly waiting. “Divorce Agreement” was written at the top. Beside it was a post-abortion care instruction sheet. My wedding ring, which I had never removed, lay on top of the divorce agreement. A corner of a note peeked out from under the ring. He stiffly pulled it out. There was only one line, written with the last of my strength: [Edwin, your obsession killed our child.]

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He saved me once, and for that, I spent seven years of my youth by Liam’s side, watching him transform from an unknown aspiring artist to a celebrated photographer. He once knelt before the altar, looking up at the crucifix, and swore a solemn oath to me, promising to never betray me, to make good on his word or pay the ultimate price with his life. I truly believed I had finally found my happily ever after with the man I loved. But less than six months into our marriage, Liam died in a sudden studio fire, leaving nothing but ashes. I was swallowed whole by an ocean of grief, battling crippling depression. On my therapist’s advice, I came to Iceland, the place Liam and I had always dreamed of visiting together. Yet here, I saw him alive, standing right in front of me, with an unfamiliar woman in his arms. In that instant, a deeper despair, colder than the Arctic wind, washed over me, drowning me completely. I watched them, helpless, as they kissed passionately in the town square, lost in each other. When the kiss finally ended, Liam’s gaze met my tear-filled eyes. The tenderness in his expression instantly twisted into shock. In that moment, everything clicked. Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled violently. Statues in the square crumbled, buildings collapsed one after another. Liam’s face blanched. He yanked the girl in his arms and rushed towards me, desperately shielding both of us with his body. As a massive boulder plummeted towards us, Liam leaned close to my ear, his voice barely a whisper, a sigh in the chaos: “My broken promise, paid with my life. In another life, I hope you find someone who loves you with their whole heart. I… I still love *her*.” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself five years in the past, when Liam was still diligently playing the role of the perfect husband. “Aubrey? Baby, what are you staring at… Drink your warm milk, it’s time for bed.” Liam held out a warm mug of milk, his eyes gazing at me with gentle affection. Looking at the man before me, all I felt was a chilling cold. The pain of my heart being trampled and crushed felt like a slow, agonizing torture, tearing me apart from the inside out. Because I was a light sleeper, Liam had lovingly warmed milk for me every single day for seven years, patiently coaxing me to drink it. But seeing him now, I reached out, my hand trembling uncontrollably, unable to steady the cup. His eyes immediately registered my distress, and his expression shifted to one of worried seriousness: “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I’ll take you to the doctor…” My nails dug deep into my palms. I shook my head faintly. It wasn’t physical discomfort; it was the ultimate despair, a profound heartache that left me utterly cold towards this husband who was both incredibly gentle and incredibly deceitful. I never imagined he always harbored feelings for someone else. Why bother putting on this charade of devotion for me? It had driven me to the brink after his ‘death’, countless times I’d tried to end my life, nearly following him into the abyss. But the Liam sitting before me was blissfully unaware of the bitterness and irony churning inside me. Seeing my distraught face, Liam’s eyes filled with concern. He kissed my forehead, then lingered on my soft lips, his thumb gently caressing them. “Baby… I’ve been so busy with work these past few days. Have you been cooped up and bored at home? I’ll take a few days off to be with you, okay… hmm?” Before I could reply, his phone suddenly rang— It was a specially set ringtone, completely different from his usual notification sound. The moment Liam heard the ring, his expression subtly changed. I knew in my heart that the person on the other end was probably the woman he was willing to fake his own death to protect. Back then, though, I hadn’t suspected a thing. After reading the message, his face abruptly turned grave. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, tossing a hurried line over his shoulder: “Wifey, you go to sleep first. Something urgent came up at work. I won’t be back tonight.” I watched his retreating back in silence, not uttering a word. Liam never used to leave me for work before. He had once promised me: “Baby, you’ll always be number one in my life. I work to give you a better life, and if I neglect you for work, wouldn’t I be a complete fool?” And now, Liam was using work as an excuse, walking away from me without a backward glance, all for another woman. The laughable part was, back then, I hadn’t paid any attention to that promise, nor had I ever noticed anything amiss. ***CUT-OFF POINT***

I stared blankly at Liam’s departing figure. The click of the door brought me back to reality, and my heart completely calmed. I took a deep breath, picked up my bag, and decided to see for myself. I changed into black clothes, pulled on a black cap and mask, hailed a taxi, and in a voice as steady as still water, gave the driver Liam’s company address. The company wasn’t far. Before I even stepped out of the cab, I was frozen, watching the very reason Liam had rushed out— A fragile-looking woman, bundled into his blazer, was held tightly in Liam’s arms. And Liam was locked in a heated argument with a few of his friends. Their voices carried, every word stabbing at my heart. “Dude, it’s just a little model, right? A few risqué photos, no big deal. You never cared about stuff like this before. Why are you suddenly so protective? Aren’t you worried Aubrey will flip out?” Liam’s voice was icy and stern: “Serena is *mine*. If any of you even *think* about touching her, you’ll answer to me! And this has nothing to do with Aubrey…” The woman, Serena, clung to Liam’s waist, trembling. Her voice was a pathetic whimper, like a terrified fawn trying desperately to be brave: “Liam, just leave me alone… I’m nobody to you, just some girl with no claim, no title. I deserve to be disrespected. Go home to Aubrey, I’ll be fine…” A flicker of anger, or perhaps self-mockery, crossed Liam’s face. The next second, he roughly cupped Serena’s head, pulling her into a possessive, almost savage kiss, like a beast staking its claim. Right there, in front of all his photography studio partners, they kissed passionately, lost in each other. “Satisfied? Did you all see? From now on, Serena is *my* woman, Liam’s woman!” Someone else still looked reluctant, struggling to speak: “But Aubrey, your wife…” A single glare from Liam silenced the guy completely. The blood drained from my body, Liam’s warning words echoing in my ears. “I know Aubrey. She can’t live without me. Just keep your mouths shut, and I’ll handle her, no problem.” After Liam said that, I might have been mistaken, but I felt the woman named Serena turn her head slightly in Liam’s embrace and glance in my direction. I stood rooted to the spot, feeling the wrenching pain in my heart, until it finally morphed into a bitter, twisted smile that felt worse than crying. Serena was flaunting her victory, telling me she had stolen not only my husband’s body but his heart too. Serena cried about having no claim, no title. Her next step, then, would be to gain one. Sure enough, Liam didn’t come home that night. Instead, I received a message request from an unknown account. My trembling finger tapped ‘accept’, and the next second, a FaceTime call popped up. Through it, I heard sounds that made my cheeks burn and my heart race – the intimate sounds of a man and a woman. The familiar male voice, deep and rough, stubbornly repeated his demands: “You’re my woman, my model. From now on, only I get to see you like this… Do you hear me? Come back to me…” The woman’s answers were broken, interrupted repeatedly by impacts, murmuring sweet nothings while begging with a tearful whine. As if to completely steel my heart, I never pressed hang up. I listened, self-torturing, until past midnight. I heard Serena’s tearful voice, feigning anger, asking Liam: “Liam… What exactly am you taking me for? Your dirty little secret, or a convenient outlet for your desires, used and discarded at will?” Liam’s rough movements faltered. After a long moment, he spoke in a pained, tender voice. “Serena, how can you say that about yourself… Only those who aren’t truly loved are disposable tools.” “The first time I saw you, you were already the only wife in my heart.” I faintly heard something shatter inside me. I stubbornly refused to hang up, determined to hear it all, secretly holding onto one last ridiculous sliver of hope. But now, the naked truth lay before me. This hadn’t happened in my previous life. Serena must have seen me, and that emboldened her to stake her claim. Tears streamed down my face as I thought back. When Liam first pursued me, he was just an unknown photographer. Back then, I was smart and beautiful, never lacking for powerful, wealthy suitors. But I never gave any of them a second glance. Liam worked hard, but with no connections, he constantly ran into dead ends. I, on the other hand, had received a top offer from a company in another city. I wrestled with the decision for three days and three nights. Finally, with bags under my eyes, I deleted the email. I put on a brave face and lied to Liam, telling him I didn’t get accepted, so I could stay and help him build his career. Later, when Liam found out the truth, he drank himself into a stupor, holding me and swearing over and over that he would only love me his entire life. “Aubrey, once I make a name for myself, I’ll marry you. I’ll spend my whole life proving my love to you!” That vow still seemed to echo in my ears. Six months ago, we officially married. At our wedding, Liam gently took my hand, like a precious treasure, pressed a solemn kiss to it, and then loudly announced to all our family and friends that I was the love of his life. All those grand promises, those vows of eternal love, now twisted into a cruel mockery of my existence. The same Liam who made such solemn promises now told another woman that only those who aren’t truly loved are disposable tools. Not only that, but to get rid of me, he would plan a fake death, completely abandoning this burdensome wife, and run off into the sunset with his true love. I lay awake all night, curled up in the darkness, hugging myself tightly. The chirping of birds at dawn pulled me from my scattered thoughts, and the first rays of sunlight brought a flicker of hope. Without hesitation, I called my childhood best friend, Chloe, who lived overseas. “Chloe, I need to come to you… Can you help me with something?” “Just say it. We don’t need to be formal.” “Help me stage my own death. I need to leave Liam for good.” This time, Liam won’t have to go through the trouble of staging *his* death to escape *me*. I have my own two feet. My heart is cold, and I’ll walk away myself.

Liam returned home the next evening, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I was focused on browsing some information online, not rushing to greet him like usual, or calling him ‘honey’ sweetly. Liam’s expression darkened slightly. He pulled me into a hug, leaning in for a kiss. But beneath his collar, I caught sight of several blatant red marks, and a wave of nausea hit me, making me gag. My reaction startled Liam. He fumbled to get me some water, frantically asking what was wrong, one worried question after another. “Baby, are you okay? Are you not feeling well?” “I’m so sorry, so sorry. Work was just insane, I apologize…” “I’m fine.” I offered a faint smile, looking at the hand holding the glass of water, and asked in a tone of surprise: “Oh, where’s your wedding ring?” Liam’s left ring finger was bare, save for the pale indentation left by years of wearing the ring. The ring itself was gone. Liam’s gaze immediately dropped to his ring finger, his pupils constricted, and he quickly offered a forced, bitter smile, scrambling for an excuse: “It must have been during today’s shoot… the props were a bit dirty, and I didn’t want to get the ring messed up, so I took it off. It’s probably still on my desk at the office…” I didn’t say another word, merely gave a self-deprecating smirk. If a simple question about his wedding ring sent him into such a panic, I certainly wouldn’t bring up the hickeys on his neck. No need to make things even more disgustingly awkward for us both. Perhaps fearing my anger, Liam quickly wrapped his arms around me from behind, swayed me gently, as if comforting a child, then whispered close to my ear. “Baby, that ring is old now. Our anniversary is coming up soon. I’ll have my assistant pick out a new design for us.” He finished, looking at me with satisfaction, convinced he had appeased the unusually moody me today. But my tone remained so flat it clearly irritated him. “Okay, you arrange it.” Just then, Liam’s phone rang again. It was that special ringtone from yesterday. Liam’s full attention immediately shifted. He pulled out his phone, glanced at it, then instantly stood up, putting his recently removed jacket back on. “Baby, something at work came up. I’m going out of town for two days.” “I’ll be back on our anniversary, and I’ll bring you a new ring then.” With that, Liam didn’t ask me to pack for him like usual. Instead, he impatiently rushed into the bedroom, grabbed a few random clothes, and then just took off. “Is it really that important of a job?” I called out to his retreating figure at the door, my voice still flat—so flat that Liam thought he heard a hint of sarcasm. But he quickly dismissed the idea, turning to offer me an apologetic smile: “Super important, baby, I’m so sorry… I’ll make it up to you when I get back!” Then, without a hint of reluctance, he turned and opened the door, out like a gust of wind. Soon after, the sound of a car engine starting up echoed from downstairs. It seemed he couldn’t wait another second. This was the second time Liam had left me without a backward glance, using work as an excuse. But I no longer felt sad for him. I called in a trusted housekeeper and asked her to help me pack for my trip overseas. After packing several large suitcases and arranging for a logistics company, I received a call from Liam. I was a little surprised, not expecting him to even make time for a call. The moment I answered, Liam urgently asked me to find something for him at home: “Aubrey, I left a leaf-shaped necklace when I was home. Hurry and find it, don’t lose it!” I was puzzled: “A necklace? I didn’t know you had one.” A leaf-shaped necklace – typically a woman’s accessory, often symbolizing affection and care. But Liam’s voice suddenly rose, and faintly, I could hear a woman crying in the background. “Just find it! And bring it to the company building for me! If you weren’t the only one home, I wouldn’t even be asking you…” I didn’t speak for a long moment. Liam then belatedly realized his tone was harsh and quickly apologized in a low voice, but every word still pleaded with me to find that necklace as quickly as possible. “Aubrey, I can’t explain it clearly, but it’s something very important to me. Please, help your husband find it, okay?” Listening to Liam’s pleading tone, I couldn’t help but recall his reaction when he realized his wedding ring was missing. So nonchalant, so dismissive. “Liam, if I told you that I could grant you one wish right now, but you could only use this chance once, would you use it to have me find your necklace?”

Liam’s breath hitched, a primal sense of unease washing over him. But before he could grasp the deeper meaning of my words, Serena, in his arms, lifted her tear-streaked face, her fawn-like eyes silently pleading with him. Liam gave a bitter chuckle: “Aubrey, please, just help me find it first. Bring it to me once you do.” I gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white, an infinite wave of disappointment washing over me. My last desperate attempt, it fell flat. Now, I held no illusions left about Liam, but a part of me, the seven-years-ago me, still resided within, begging me to try one last, desperate attempt. Liam still chose someone else. Then I would grant his wish, fulfilling his last request before I left. I diligently searched where Liam had sat and finally found a tiny leaf-shaped necklace tucked into the sofa cushion. It was etched with the letter ‘S’. I stared at it for a moment, then put the necklace into my bag and headed for Liam’s company. In just half an hour, Liam called seven or eight times, urging me on. I patiently answered each one. “Aubrey, did you find it? It’s not lost… Good, good…” “I’m already on my way to the company. The necklace is in my bag, don’t worry.” The taxi driver, hearing the commotion on the phone, turned and asked: “Miss, you’re the boss’s secretary, aren’t you? Ugh, can’t even get a decent break on the weekend…” I gave a self-deprecating smile and said nothing. At the company, I didn’t have anyone announce my arrival. I walked confidently into Liam’s studio, knowing the way by heart. The moment I pushed open the door, the flirtatious murmurs inside abruptly ceased. Two intertwined bodies instantly separated, and the air thickened with awkwardness. Serena’s pale arm was still resting on Liam’s hand. Liam cleared his throat and walked towards me: “Wifey, you’re here. Serena is a new model at our company. We’re still getting her accustomed to things. I was just demonstrating some poses for her…” I pulled the necklace from my bag, bypassed him, and handed it directly to Serena. Then I turned back to Liam, giving him a faint smile: “I know how dedicated you are to your work. No need to explain.” With that, I turned and left, just as Liam had left our home, without a trace of reluctance. Liam was speechless, choked by my trust, yet a strange ache began to bloom in his chest. Why? Isn’t this exactly what he wanted? Liam couldn’t understand it himself. He just stood there, staring blankly as my figure grew smaller and smaller, a distance that inexplicably made his heart pound with unease. But the next second, Serena threw herself into his arms again, whining in a tone he couldn’t resist: “Liam, I’m so glad my necklace is back! This is the last thing my mother left me… Liam, I have no family, I only have you…” Liam was completely enchanted by Serena’s demeanor. The bitterness and unease he’d felt moments before were instantly forgotten. The two quickly grew intimate in the office, oblivious to everything else. After I returned home, my best friend Chloe called to tell me that all the arrangements had been made. In just one more week, I would vanish from Liam’s life forever, through death. Chloe, on the other end of the line, asked me with immense concern if I was doing okay, and if Liam had done something terrible to me. I said calmly, “From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. I’ll accept the loss of these years of my life as a gamble I’d lost, and there’s no point in arguing about it anymore.” I stopped paying attention to how many days Liam hadn’t come home. Instead, I began to meticulously sort through my design drafts. These designs were my life’s work, years of effort. I couldn’t leave them behind; I had to take them with me. As for useless things… I slipped a simple band off my ring finger and casually tossed it onto the bedside table. There was no need for this wedding ring anymore. But just as I was getting tired of packing and ready to take a break, I was startled by Liam’s sudden, furious return. I was puzzled: “Did you forget something else?” This time, was it a gold necklace or a silver one? But Liam sneered, his eyes narrowed and fierce, staring at me as if I were an enemy. “Aubrey, I knew something was off with how unusually quiet you’ve been these past few days. So this is what you were planning all along…” “I take responsibility for my own actions, Liam. If you have a problem, come at *me*! Don’t you feel disgusted and vile, using such despicable tactics to hurt her?” With that, Liam violently threw his phone at me, his eyes bloodshot as he roared: “Do you have *any idea* how much this will hurt Serena?!”

I glanced at the phone screen, startled by the exaggerated photos, and quickly averted my gaze. But Liam had no intention of letting me go. He grabbed my neck, forcing me to look at the tweet, which boldly read— “Rising Model Serena’s Promiscuous Private Life: Early Risqué Photos Exposed.” My neck hurt from his grip, and I gasped for breath, only able to weakly argue that I hadn’t done it. But Liam not only refused to listen to any of my explanations, his anger burned even fiercer, culminating in a violent slap across my face. My ears rang, and my left cheek was so numb it was almost senseless. I froze, staring blankly at the man before me, unable to fathom how terrifying he could become for Serena. Liam realized he had hit me hard. A flicker of guilt and panic crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by cold fury. He looked down at me, his voice a chilling pronouncement: “I’m giving you two choices: either go apologize to Serena on your knees right now, or I’ll use far crueler methods to get justice for her!” Facing his blatant threat, my whole body trembled. Endless pain surged through my heart. Finally, it all morphed into a desperate, self-mocking laugh. “Liam, how else do you think you can hurt me?” I lifted my head, my eyes red, staring fixedly at Liam. I had already died once, and I was about to “die” again very soon. What more could Liam do to a dead person? Reduce me to ashes? My defiance infuriated Liam, and he stormed out, slamming the door. Before he left, he spat out: “If you refuse to do things the easy way, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” “Aubrey, I truly underestimated you. Playing innocent in front of me, then going after a helpless girl like Serena with such viciousness!” Watching Liam’s retreating back once more, my heart was perfectly calm. I began counting down the days until my departure—two days. Only two more days until I could board a plane to another country, and then, under the guise of death, completely rid myself of Liam. However, a few hours later, Chloe called me from overseas, her voice urgent and panicky: “Aubrey, who did you offend?! Your name is all over the internet… Have you seen it?” I was bewildered. I’d been organizing my design drafts all afternoon and hadn’t touched my phone. I clicked on the news. The next second, my pupils contracted sharply. My childhood abuse by my stepfather was being widely publicized, used to interpret my designs as dark and twisted, a direct result of my childhood trauma. Seeing my stepfather’s name again, those three hateful words, I immediately rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. That man, who had always abused me after my mother remarried, was the greatest shadow of my life. I had only mustered the courage to tell Liam about it after five years of dating. Liam had been so heartbroken that his voice trembled, wishing he could drag my stepfather out of his grave and punish him again. That night, Liam held me close, promising, word by word, that he would re-raise me like a little girl, helping me completely forget those terrible memories. And now, the malicious words in the tabloids laid bare every detail of my childhood abuse, even quoting the exact phrases I had once confessed to Liam. My life’s work, my proudest achievements, were branded as twisted and worthless, belittling my entire career. Countless netizens were caught in a wave of discussion, peering into the painful history of my childhood abuse, and casually disparaging my designs. I vomited until there was nothing left but bile, my soul feeling like a gaping wound had been torn open. I had thought, even without love, how else could Liam hurt me? But I never expected to be utterly devastated again by the trust I had once given him. I called Chloe back, my voice hoarse: “Chloe, I can’t take it anymore… I want to leave two days earlier. Can I?” “Yes, you can.” Meanwhile, Liam was holding a tear-streaked Serena on his lap, covering her eyes, and gently comforting her: “Serena, I’ve already had those malicious news articles about you taken down. Just pretend you didn’t see anything… I’ve already punished her.” Serena’s tears turned into a smile. She hooked her arms around Liam’s neck and kissed him passionately. They immediately became intimate, oblivious to anyone else. Just then, Liam’s secretary burst through the door. “Mr. Liam, sir! Something terrible has happened to your wife!”

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