I had a car accident and ended up in the hospital. Suddenly, I had this idea to play a prank on my girlfriend. “Who are you?” Seeing Clara’s face freeze, I almost burst out laughing. But then Clara pointed to her best friend, Brooke, and said, “I’m your girlfriend’s best friend. She’s your girlfriend, Brooke.” My expression stiffened into a mask. Brooke, however, stepped forward. “Yes, I’m your girlfriend.” I forced a smile. “Then take me home.” Brooke took me home. She said I’d been living there the whole time. I looked around the place, which had no trace of my actual life, and played along, nodding as if I were as oblivious as she was. I slept for a while in her bed. When I went out to get a glass of water, I heard voices from the living room. “Brooke, do me a favor and pretend to be Asher’s girlfriend for a bit.” “Aren’t you afraid he’ll suddenly get his memory back?” “If he gets his memory back and gets mad, I’ll just sweet-talk him. He loves me so much, he’d never really leave me. Honestly, I’ve been so over him lately. This is a perfect excuse to finally catch a break and mess around a bit.” “So, you and Lucas finally hooked up, huh? You just want to use this as an excuse to have some fun with him.” “You know me too well. But I definitely love Asher more. Keep him close these days, but don’t get any ideas with him. Though, out of all my friends, you’re the only one I’d trust with this, especially since you always seemed to hate Asher anyway.” My bare feet instinctively retreated, but then I deliberately made some noise by the door and walked back towards the living room. Brooke heard the sound, quickly hung up her FaceTime, and stood up. “The floor’s cold. Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Brooke quickly came over, took my hand, and led me to the couch. “I’m thirsty,” I said, looking around, a bit lost on where to find water. “I’ll get it for you.” Brooke walked to the water cooler and brought me a glass. She sat beside me, looking at me. “Still uncomfortable anywhere?” I drank the water and shook my head. She reached up, smoothed back my messy hair, and leaned in to kiss my forehead. My eyes flickered. I’d just heard Clara tell her not to touch me. I’d also always thought Brooke hated me. But now… When her lips met mine, I pulled away. She calmly stroked my face. “You don’t remember, but we can take our time. You’ll get used to me again.” Brooke, it seemed, was also deceiving her best friend.

When Brooke brought me to the VIP room, it was already buzzing. A crowd of socialites and trust fund kids were there. But the moment I walked in, they all fell silent, their eyes drifting to Clara with a knowing look. “Oh, Asher’s here! Do you remember me? I’m Lucas, your college roommate!” Lucas, sitting next to Clara, greeted me. Brooke led me to a seat. I looked at him and shook my head. “Sorry, I don’t.” “No worries, we can all just reintroduce ourselves.” Lucas said, casually slinging an arm over Clara’s shoulder, making her lean intimately against him. This former college roommate, now friend, seemed to revel in my supposed amnesia, staking his claim on Clara with a barely concealed smirk. Clara, too, seemed to relish the thrill of being so intimate with another man right under my nose. “Yeah, totally! Both of your best friends’ girlfriends are in this circle, how great is that?” “We can all hang out together often. Amnesia or not, it won’t make any difference.” The other friends all understood the situation, but tacitly kept quiet, seemingly sharing a perverse amusement, enjoying the spectacle of someone being publicly betrayed and played for a fool. They all went back to playing games. Clara and Lucas were sharing a single pretzel stick, their mouths getting closer and closer. “Kiss! Kiss!” Cheers erupted from the group. In that atmosphere, Clara and Lucas plunged into a deep kiss. Afterward, Clara leaned shyly into his embrace, and Lucas, looking utterly satisfied, hugged her tightly, even casting a subtle, triumphant glance my way. Later, I lost a game and had to take a penalty: kiss someone for thirty seconds. Everyone fell silent, looking at me. They were curious who I’d pick. Would I instinctively pick Clara? Clara seemed a bit tense, avoiding my gaze. She probably didn’t want me to have an instinctive reaction so soon. Brooke, next to me, also seemed rigid. I smiled. “Of course, I’ll pick my girlfriend.”

I said, turning to Brooke. “Shall we?” I distinctly felt Brooke’s tension ease. She looked at me steadily, then leaned in. I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her. “Whoa!” Another round of gasps and “whoa”s. These people might have seen Clara embrace and kiss other men, but they surely never expected me to do the same with another woman. So their “whoa”s were particularly fresh, but then they suddenly fell silent. Brooke seemed to kiss me without reservation, chasing my lips. Her tongue swept through my mouth, intertwining with mine, and the hand clutching the back of my neck tightened, as if she wanted to devour me whole. After thirty seconds, I pulled away, only to see Clara’s face had turned absolutely thunderous. That’s why everyone else had clammed up. How ridiculous. Brooke gently wiped a damp spot from the corner of my mouth. “What’s wrong with everyone? Didn’t I just take my punishment?” I asked, feigning confusion about the odd atmosphere. “Even with amnesia, Asher isn’t shy with his girlfriend,” Lucas commented, clearly mocking me for making a fool of myself because of my memory loss. Clara’s expression grew even more unpleasant. I went to the restroom outside, but on my way back, I heard voices coming from the stairwell. “Brooke, I told you not to get handsy with him. That wasn’t cool earlier.” Clara’s voice was cold. “It was just a game. He’s got amnesia. Are you really suggesting he should have picked you, someone who’s clearly with another man? That’s not realistic, is it? You yourself chose me to be his girlfriend now.” Brooke’s voice was laced with a smile. Clara was silent for a moment. “Fine, just keep some boundaries. While I don’t believe you’d actually fall for Asher and sleep with him, try to avoid overly intimate contact, okay? Otherwise, it’ll be awkward for you, and I wouldn’t want that, right?” “Heh, you know me so well.”

Back at Brooke’s villa, as I was about to enter my room, she stopped me. Without a word, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. “Mmm—” I tried to pull away, but she firmly wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed me against her with surprising strength, cupping my jaw, and assertively, without question, pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was so intense I felt my breath catching. Slowly, she guided my hand, inviting it to trace downwards and part her legs. But for some reason, she stopped the movement between her legs. After a long moment, she pulled away, stroking my face and whispering, “We took a step forward today, didn’t we? We can get to know each other more and more.” I looked up at her, dazed. Her actions seemed to completely contradict what her best friend had said. I didn’t understand her. Clara and I had vastly different family backgrounds, and she had worked hard, step by step, to make me accept her. Later, I met some of her friends, a group of socialites and trust fund kids, especially Brooke. Brooke hated me, looked down on me—it was a known fact within their circle. She always treated my relationship with Clara with a hint of disdain. In the past, I’d always tried to avoid her. But after my ‘amnesia,’ when Clara forcibly paired Brooke and me as a couple, Brooke kept taking advantage of the situation. Was she doing it to get back at Clara for setting us up? … My design job was pretty flexible, so I often worked from home. Brooke knocked and came in. “Hard at work, huh? There are fireworks tonight, let’s go see them.” When we arrived at the lake where the fireworks were being set off, Clara and Lucas were already standing in the best spot, watching the grand display. Lucas, with Clara leaning against him, suddenly kissed her on the cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. Clara smiled back at him, gently smoothing his messy hair. Then she turned and saw us. Clara saw me, and for a fleeting moment, she stiffened and looked flustered. But then she pretended as if nothing had happened. Lucas also saw us. “You guys made it.” “Asher, can you do me a favor and take some pictures of Clara and me?” Lucas called out, walking over and handing me his phone. Clara’s face faltered for a second, then she glanced at me. “I’m so happy today! Clara set off these fireworks just for me. I want to remember this moment forever,” Lucas said, standing next to Clara and gazing at her with deep affection. Clara’s expression softened, and she hugged him. My hand, holding Lucas’s phone, paused. So, today was Clara’s grand fireworks display for Lucas.

I watched them embrace through the phone’s lens. Lucas had his arm gently around Clara, who was nestled against his chest, a happy, satisfied smile on her face. Behind them, the magnificent fireworks painted the sky, a scene of pure romance. I quietly took their pictures. Once, on my birthday, Clara had also set off a lake full of fireworks for me. Lucas had even offered to take pictures of us then. I was probably as happy and content as Lucas was now. Lucas had even said, looking a bit wistful, “I’m so envious of you two. I really hope I’ll find someone who treats me like that someday.” I’d even comforted him back then, telling him he would. Now, he had indeed found it. Brooke took the phone from my hand. “Alright, you’re not here to be their personal photographer.” Brooke tossed the phone back. Clara caught it and handed it to Lucas. … After the fireworks show, Lucas and I went to the restroom. Since it was too crowded, I decided not to bother. But on my way back, I overheard the conversation between the two of them, waiting for us by the side. “Looks like you and Lucas are having a great time, huh? You and Asher haven’t had this much fun in ages, have you?” Brooke said. “True. Lucas and I lately feel just like Asher and I used to. Lucas is even sweeter than Asher, and so thoughtful and attentive. He makes me feel so comfortable and happy,” Clara replied. “Then why don’t you just let it be? Lucas really is more your type. Asher, you always said he was so stubborn sometimes, that he annoyed you, didn’t you?” Brooke suggested. “Brooke, Asher and I have so many years of history, it’s not something you can just throw away.” “Lucas also said he’s not looking for anything serious, that he’d be perfectly happy just to enjoy our time together. He’s such a sweet fool,” Clara mused. “Hmph.”

Back at the villa, Brooke suddenly wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Then she pulled back a bit, looking at me seriously. “Asher, do you know? You are the best Asher. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone.” I stared at her, as if she were responding to Clara comparing me to Lucas. How… how did she know me so well? She knew my little habits that Clara had forgotten—what kind of candy I liked, what dishes I preferred, what movies I enjoyed… She took another step further than before. I didn’t object. She looked at me, momentarily stunned, then took my hand and led me into her room. We were tangled in that room, our breathing ragged, our bodies entwined. Before this, Clara had been the only woman I’d ever been with. When Clara first pursued me, I was full of distrust. But her earnestness and resolve, her attitude towards my grandmother, and the help she secretly offered, won me over. Later, because her parents disapproved, they cut off her financial support. I thought that was when she’d realize the gap between us. But she didn’t compromise. Instead, she worked and studied alongside me. Eventually, her parents relented out of concern. I truly settled down with her. When my only grandmother passed away, she hugged me, comforting me, telling me I still had her. She promised she would always be by my side. Such was a relationship that, even then, felt like it had completely changed. If that was the case, then I might as well learn to be with another woman.

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My six biological brothers bullied me to death. Again and again. For seven lifetimes. But this time, I’m back. Reborn for the seventh time, I’m just three years old. Dozens of sinister instruments menacingly hung above my tiny head. Three-year-old me had no power to fight back. I remembered my previous lives. How my brothers would repeatedly torture me to death just to please the girl they adored. In my first life, at twenty-six, they spread rumors that I was a prostitute, calling me shameless. They hired hundreds of homeless men to hurt me, ultimately leading to my death! In my second life, at twenty, they falsely accused me of bullying underprivileged students. Furious netizens then ambushed me with an acid attack that killed me. In my third life, at sixteen, they framed me, making it seem like I’d caught the eye of a dangerous gang. They had me skinned alive, layer by agonizing layer, before I was stabbed to death. … In this seventh life, I was reborn at three and a half. This time, I gave up resisting. I screamed my lungs out, wailing uncontrollably. “Mommy! My brothers are touching me! I’m… scared! Please, save me!” My six brothers froze, bewildered, their faces flushing crimson. I blinked with innocent eyes and giggled. This time, I’d make *them* feel what it was like to have their reputation slandered, to suffer in silence! …

“What are you spouting, you brat?! We haven’t even touched you, and you’re already crying! If you dare to scream again, I’ll rip your mouth apart right now!” “No wonder Serena said you’re inherently malicious, always lying at such a young age! We’re your own brothers! Why would we harass you?!” My six older brothers crowded around me, fuming. Liam, the eldest, pointed at my face, threatening to twist off my nose if I said another word. Noah, the second eldest, rolled his eyes in anger, lunging forward to clamp his hand over my mouth. I froze in fright, my big, watery eyes blinking rapidly. But my silence lasted only a second. The next moment, I screamed my lungs out again, crying even louder. “Mommy… Brother wants to hit me… I’m scared… Please, save me!” The two nannies initially thought I was just playing with my brothers. But with my persistent wailing, Mom, who was working in her home office, rushed out to hug me. “My precious Daisy, why are your clothes messed up? Weren’t you dressed perfectly a moment ago?” “I heard Daisy crying, saying you were touching her body! Why would you do such a thing to your own sister? Are all six of you sick in the head?!” Mom frowned, her sharp gaze sweeping over the boys. The younger brothers trembled uncontrollably with fear, stammering, utterly at a loss for words. Liam stepped forward, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and indulgent affection. “Mom, don’t be so dramatic. She’s so young, what does she understand? We were just playing with her. How could we possibly bully a child?” While Mom’s doubt lingered, her initial fury had largely cooled. She knew her sons well; she’d raised them herself. Girls chased them at school, so it made no sense for them to lay a hand on their young sister. As Mom was about to put me down and leave, I grabbed onto her like a lifeline. I raised my tiny hand and quickly tugged on Mom’s hair. I cried, tears streaming down my face, twisting my body, trying to pull down my own clothes. “Hurts… uncomfortable…” I desperately tried to explain that my back hurt, but my toddler words weren’t clear enough for Mom to fully understand. Yet, I was her only cherished daughter. Seeing my eyes well up with such heartbreak, she immediately reached out to unbutton my clothes and check. At this, my brothers, who had been calmly observing the drama, waiting for Mom to leave so they could give me a good thrashing, completely panicked. They all rushed forward, blocking Mom’s hands, babbling chaotic protests. “The air conditioning is too cold in here! What if Daisy catches a cold? Don’t take off her clothes!” “This kind of thing is for the nannies, Mom! You should go back to work!” “I’ll take care of Daisy! Mom, this is a matter between us siblings!” Their faces contorted, cycling through shades of pale and purple. Caleb and Finn, the youngest, were so scared their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. Of course, I knew why they were so frantic. Because right now, pressed against my back, was an extremely sharp craft knife. And the owner of that craft knife was Serena, their beloved darling, whose most used art tool it was. My six brothers, to win Serena’s affection, had even used that craft knife to slash my tender hands and feet. In my previous life, my body was covered in cuts from that craft knife. My brothers unanimously accused me of being too reckless, forbidding the nannies from taking me to the hospital, insisting I needed to learn a lesson. I screamed in pain, trying to wipe away the blood with paper. Crawling around, I stumbled into Serena’s room and accidentally ruined the artwork she was preparing for a competition. Serena cried, and my three-year-old body was beaten black and blue by all six of my brothers. After being covered in bruises, I was then falsely accused of being a jealous child, deliberately sabotaging the pretty older girl’s painting. But their torment of me for Serena’s sake didn’t stop there. Serena was cunning and ambitious. From the moment she gained self-awareness, she had planned to manipulate my six brothers to gain control of our Sterling family’s corporation. And I, as a girl, was the only unforeseen obstacle in her plan. She openly showed her disdain for me, and my brothers, eager to please her, competed to torment me. In my first life, Liam slandered me, claiming I was having an affair with the security guard and wanted to steal the family fortune. I was kicked out of the family, left to wander, and met a tragic end. In my second life, Noah falsely accused my toddler self of having a compulsive thieving habit at an auction, claiming I stole priceless heirloom jewels. He had the security guards beat me bloody, and I died from my injuries. In my third life, Lucas framed me as a prostitute, claiming I ruined the family’s reputation, leading to my elimination by the family elders. In my fourth life, Jackson claimed that six-year-old me abused animals, posting a fabricated video online that led to me being beaten to death by radical animal rights activists. In my fifth life, Caleb accused me of bullying in kindergarten, causing me to endure cold stares and ostracism from classmates. Eventually, overcome by despair, I jumped from a building to my death. In my sixth life, I finally escaped everything I’d suffered in previous lives, believing I’d found the man I loved and could live out a simple life in marriage. But it turned out my fiancé was Finn’s puppet, and he smothered me to death on our wedding night. I endured countless humiliations, trying every possible way, just to survive. In this life, I would no longer tolerate or concede. It was time for *them* to feel the agony of a slandered reputation and the inability to defend themselves!

The scene descended into a stalemate as they frantically blocked Mom from taking off my clothes. I kept crying in pain, shivering and curling up, hiding vulnerably in Mom’s arms. “Mommy… I’m scared of my brothers. Don’t let me be with them, they’ll hit me.” I sniffled pitifully, watching my brothers’ faces contort with furious frustration. They were dizzy with rage. Just as Mom was about to ignore their protests and pull off my clothes to discover the truth, a clear, calm voice drifted down from upstairs. “Aunt Eleanor, Daisy is just being fussy. Can I hold her for a bit? I have a sister seven years younger than me, and when she cries, a hug usually calms her down.” Serena gracefully and elegantly took me from Mom’s embrace. Meeting Serena’s hypocritical face again, my body instantly tensed, my mind went blank. I could only stare wide-eyed in terror. Serena let out a soft laugh, her lips curving. “See? Little Daisy isn’t crying anymore. Was she just playing a trick on Aunt Eleanor? How naughty!” Mom saw that I had finally stopped crying, shaking her head and sighing. Serena seized the opportunity. “Aunt Eleanor, your work is important. Why don’t you let me take care of Daisy today? I know exactly how to handle naughty children like her.” Mom greatly admired Serena and was about to nod without much thought. Watching Mom’s retreating back, all the events of my previous lives flooded my mind. My body instantly turned ice cold, and my brain rebooted. I knew that calling for Mom again would be useless, so I spoke in a deliberately slurred voice. “Don’t hit me, please, Big Sister… Please don’t hit me today.” My words landed like a thunderclap in the air, making Mom freeze, turning to stone. “I won’t cry, I won’t fuss. Daisy’s scared of pain… Don’t hit me… If I’m always good like this, Big Sister won’t hit me, okay?” Serena stood dumbfounded, staring at me with a bewildered shock. She had never physically hurt me herself, only subtly encouraged my brothers to abuse me. She never imagined her mask would be ripped off so publicly. “Daisy, sweetheart, are you mistaken? Who taught you to lie like this? Do you even know what you’re saying?” “Aunt Eleanor, let me explain! It must be the other sponsored students, jealous of my success, who deliberately put these words in Daisy’s mouth. There must be some misunderstanding!” Seeing Mom utterly bewildered, I decided to add fuel to the fire. I raised my hand and clumsily tugged off the small locket necklace from my neck, pushing it into Serena’s hand with all my might. “This… I don’t want it either. If Big Sister likes it, just don’t hit me.” “My doll, too. The pearl necklace, I don’t want that either. They’re all for you, Daisy just doesn’t want to get hit.” Serena waved her hands in a fluster, and Mom finally snapped back to reality. With a furious look, she stormed into my room. “Where are Daisy’s toys? And the full set of pearl jewelry I gave her for her second birthday? Why are so many of her accessories missing? What exactly is going on here?!” Mom glared at Serena, now understanding everything. Serena shook her head frantically, repeatedly insisting it wasn’t her. Of course, I knew Serena didn’t have the guts to steal from my room. All the expensive missing items had been secretly taken by my two youngest brothers to curry favor with Serena. But now that the items were found in Serena’s possession, no amount of explanation would help her. When the nanny came out of Serena’s room with a box full of my belongings, Mom nearly fainted from rage. “Get out! I will never again sponsor a student with such despicable character who bullies my daughter! Get her out of here, now!” Serena tried to struggle, but the security guards grabbed her and practically threw her out the door. I watched the chaotic scene unfold, a deeply satisfying grin spreading across my face. Finally, Serena was gone. Surely, my six brothers wouldn’t continue to oppose me now! That evening, I took a blissful bath, thinking I could finally enjoy a peaceful night’s sleep. But suddenly, I heard faint rustling sounds from the living room. I propped myself up, thinking a thief had broken in. But what I saw instantly wiped away my good mood. Serena was back!

“Waaah, brothers, I truly never hurt little Daisy! I don’t know why she would accuse me! Daisy accusing me is one thing, but why accuse *you*? Waaah, you’re her own brothers! I think you shouldn’t keep going against Daisy for my sake. If this continues, I’m really afraid…” “Aunt Eleanor will make you all leave too!” Hearing those phony, manipulative words, all six brothers’ eyes blazed with fury! I was so terrified my mind went blank. Instinctively, I tried to bolt, just like before. But I was too small now. Just getting off the bed was enough to give me a huge bump on the head. Not only did my escape fail, but I also made noise, drawing all their attention. Liam roughly grabbed my arm, looking at me with cold disdain. “Hmph, such a manipulative brat at such a young age. She doesn’t deserve it! I think she needs to learn a lesson!” Serena dabbed at her tears, looking at me as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Daisy is still so young, she couldn’t handle that, could she? I have an idea. In our old village, we have a tradition of sending young children to live with poor families, where they learn hard work and discipline from an early age… Daisy is your own sister, and I only suggest this for her and your own good!” “If you agree, I can contact someone from the village right away to pick Daisy up and help her adjust. What do you all think?” They exchanged glances, seemingly ready to act. My mouth was covered, preventing me from even calling for help. I could only watch helplessly as I was dragged away. Just as they were about to take me out the door, a tall, uniformed figure flashed past on the landing. “Young Masters! Where are you taking Miss Daisy?” I breathed a sudden sigh of relief, whimpering and reaching out for help. Thank goodness I had pressed the emergency call button by my bedside the moment I saw Serena reappear! They had arrived just in the nick of time. I shook my head smugly, thinking I was finally free of them. But then Noah spoke calmly. “There’s a gala tonight, and Daisy is required to attend. What? Do we need your permission for our own affairs?” Noah’s single sentence made the nanny’s face turn pale. She instantly lowered her head and retreated into the shadows. No matter how much I screamed, no one dared to help me this time. I was dragged out of the villa and roughly shoved into a dark car. Lucas, the most timid, asked hesitantly. “What if Mom finds out about this? The family will break our legs! She’s the only girl in our Sterling family. Are we really going to risk being disowned for this?” “If we’re discovered, our lives will be completely ruined!” Serena spoke up plaintively from the side. “If you’re scared, brothers, then maybe we should just forget it. I just worry that… Daisy will become even more unruly and bully you all later.” “She wouldn’t dare! It’s settled then. Daisy has been spoiled rotten since she was a baby; she’s completely out of control!” “Exactly! Why isn’t Serena *my* sister instead?” Serena smiled shyly, but her slender fingers secretly pinched me! *Bitch, once you’re gone, I’ll be the only princess in this family. All the affection should be mine!* *Blame yourself for being born! Why did you get all the pampering from birth while I’m just a nanny’s daughter? Everything should be mine!* But unexpectedly, I just blinked my dark eyes, then suddenly grinned and laughed out loud. “Daddy… Hee hee, Daddy, save me…” My innocent laughter echoed on the dimly lit road. In that instant, a tall figure appeared on the roadside, scaring everyone into a deathly pale silence. “Mommy’s not here, but Daddy’s back!” “And Daddy isn’t as easy to talk to as Mommy, you guys. You’re dead!”

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The holiday had just started when my good friend Emilia Murphy bought train tickets and invited me to visit Carmel. After boarding, I had just placed my luggage when Emilia asked to switch seats. She pointed to her belly and said, “Claire, I’m pregnant. If I sit inside, it’ll be inconvenient for me to use the restroom. Can we switch seats?” Claire Thompson is my name. Faced with Emilia’s request, I agreed without hesitation. But I didn’t expect that as soon as Emilia sat in my original seat, an accident happened. The suitcase I had just placed on the luggage rack suddenly fell and landed right on Emilia’s belly. Emilia was in severe pain, clutching her belly and screaming for help. Seeing the blood spreading on her belly, I panicked too. I quickly called the train police and rushed Emilia to the hospital. However, after arriving at the hospital, Emilia falsely accused me. In front of her husband Robert Evans and Robert’s mother, she loudly questioned why I wanted to harm her child. Emilia said, “People told me you were jealous that I married a rich man and warned me to be wary of you. At the time, I didn’t believe it. I never thought you could be so cruel.” My husband Thomas Rivera rushed over and even became a witness against me. He looked at me in shock and said, “Claire, so what you said before about wanting to make Emilia miscarry was true.” I had no chance to explain and was forcibly taken to the basement by Robert, where I was eventually tortured to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back one minute before the train started. Emilia blinked her innocent eyes. She shook my arm while saying, “Claire, let’s switch seats. If I sit inside, it’ll bother you when I move in and out.” Hearing those familiar words, I realized I had been reborn. Looking at the hateful face in front of me, I smiled, calmly distanced myself, and said, “It’s fine, I won’t mind you being a bother.” Not getting the answer she wanted, Emilia’s smile froze instantly. She sneaked a glance at her phone, then raised her voice and said, “Claire, switch seats with me.” “I’m pregnant, and I need to go to the bathroom from time to time. Sitting outside would be more convenient.” Saying that, she stood up directly. With just over ten seconds until departure, Emilia visibly grew anxious. I pointed to the overhead luggage rack and said, “Emilia, you should sit inside.” “What if the suitcase on the rack suddenly falls and hits you?” “You’re pregnant now, and you’re with me. If anything happens to you, how could I explain it to your husband?” As I spoke, I secretly observed her reaction. Sure enough, after hearing my words, Emilia’s face instantly turned gloomy. After she angrily sat down, the train started moving. The air conditioning breeze hit me, instantly calming me down. Memories of my past life flooded into my mind like a tide. In my previous life, the suitcase fell and hit Emilia’s stomach. After I took her to the hospital, the child in her womb couldn’t be saved. Worried about another accident, I stayed by the hospital room door. During that time, I wanted to check on Emilia, but she directly drove me out. What I didn’t expect was that as soon as Robert and his mother arrived at the hospital, Emilia accused me of my “crime” right in front of them. Emilia asked, “Claire, why did you switch seats with me?” Then, she pretended to suddenly understand and said, “I get it. You planned this all along.” “The suitcase was placed by you. You deliberately didn’t secure it.” Emilia’s eyes were red, and she looked at me as if she wanted to kill me. She asked again, “Claire, why did you do this?” I widened my eyes and said, “Emilia, what nonsense are you talking about? It was clearly you…” Before I could finish, Robert’s mom slapped me directly. Then she yelled, “You vile woman, you killed my grandson. I’ll make you pay!” I was about to explain when the hospital room door suddenly opened. Thomas hurriedly jogged in. I thought he was here to help me, but I didn’t expect him to directly confirm my “guilt.” Thomas said, “Claire, Emilia just told me about this on the phone.” He clutched his chest, looking heartbroken. “I originally thought what you said at home was just out of anger, but I never expected you to actually dare to do this.” His two sentences pushed me straight into the abyss. Robert directly called the bodyguards, dragged me away, and locked me in a dim basement. Until my death, I never understood why Emilia, as a good friend, would frame me, and why Thomas would help her do it. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain quickly calmed me down. At this moment, I suddenly noticed my surroundings. This time, we took a second-class carriage to Carmel. This was totally not Emilia’s style. Since marrying a rich man, her spending level has skyrocketed several notches. She has luxury cars picking her up, and she can buy whatever she likes on a whim. Usually, when traveling, she mostly takes flights. Even if she didn’t fly, she would take the business class on trains. But today, she actually chose a second-class carriage. A terrifying thought suddenly crossed my mind. It seems the one who had planned all along to frame others is Emilia. While I was deep in thought, a call suddenly came in.

Seeing the name “Thomas” flashing on the phone screen, my right eyelid started twitching. Seeing me hesitate to answer the call, Emilia anxiously nudged my arm. She said, “Claire, what are you doing? It’s your husband’s call. Answer it quickly.” After saying that, she didn’t wait for me to refuse and directly answered the call for me. The next second, Thomas’s voice came through. “Claire, have you gotten in the car?” I could only say, “Yes, I got in the car.” Thomas asked again, “Claire, is your seat on the outside?” This sentence instantly made me alert. I asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?” Thomas smiled and said, “Why don’t you pay more attention when you’re out? Emilia is pregnant, sitting inside would be very inconvenient.” Hearing his words, Emilia kept nodding. “See, Claire. You should have let me sit outside.” I ignored what they said and hung up the phone directly. I said to Emilia, “Emilia, if you want to change seats, ask someone else. I don’t want to switch.” Rejected again, Emilia’s face turned very unpleasant. She held her phone and started typing. I don’t care who she’s messaging. I just want to know why Thomas is helping Emilia. Could it be that they have a secret they can’t let others know? I shook my head and quickly ruled out that possibility. Emilia and I have been friends since middle school, and I met Thomas through a blind date. Before this, they didn’t know each other at all. What’s more, Emilia was already married before I met Thomas. And ever since Emilia got married, I’ve rarely seen her. She said she spends all day at home learning from an etiquette teacher. Even when she goes out, she has bodyguards with her. Even if they wanted something to happen, it’s impossible. To make sure nothing goes wrong, I got up and pushed the suitcase further into the luggage rack. I completely ignored Emilia’s resentful gaze the whole time. During that time, we didn’t say a word. Two minutes before the next stop, Emilia stood up. She impatiently nudged my leg. “Move. I need to get out.” I immediately became alert. “Where are you going?” Emilia sniffed. “I need to use the restroom. Move quickly, I can’t hold it anymore.” Hearing her words, I immediately stood up and moved to the aisle, making room for Emilia. Emilia shot me a fierce glare, then went to the restroom. Looking at the overhead luggage, I still felt a bit worried. The station announcement for arrival sounded again. As passengers got off, Emilia calmly walked up to me. She said, “I want to go in.” I stood in the crowded aisle, my eyes never leaving Emilia. She slowly walked toward the seat. Suddenly, the luggage rack shook. Immediately, the suitcase I had placed earlier fell straight down. I froze, because this scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. The suitcase landed right on Emilia. She instinctively sat down on the seat. The suitcase jolted and then landed directly on her stomach. In an instant, Emilia let out a cry of pain. “My stomach! It hurts so much!” The passengers who were about to get off quickly moved aside, making way for the male police officer Michael Gray and the female attendant Alice Morgan. I stood there in a daze, the smell of blood rushing into my nose. My body reacted faster than my mind. I rushed over and asked, “Emilia, are you okay?” Emilia didn’t answer me and kept crying out in pain on the seat. Soon, she was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to a nearby hospital. As her companion, I went along with her.

The doctor, as required, informed Emilia’s family, while I waited anxiously outside the operating room. All of this was too similar to what happened in my previous life. The only difference is that this time I found a witness. Earlier, when Emilia went to the restroom, I called Alice over, and together we pushed the suitcase further into the luggage rack. We only stopped when there was no gap left behind the suitcase. I know the train runs smoothly, and I placed the suitcase securely. How could it fall for no reason? I couldn’t figure it out, so I turned to Alice, who had just helped me with the suitcase, for help. Alice also found this very strange and even had the relevant staff pull up the surveillance footage. She asked in confusion, “How could the suitcase suddenly fall?” In the surveillance footage, when Emilia stood in front of my seat, preparing to move in, the suitcase suddenly fell without warning. The scene was so bizarre that everyone present was too shocked to speak. I took the chance to grab Alice’s hand, hoping she could help prove my innocence. Alice, though a bit confused, still agreed. The surgery ended quickly. The doctor helplessly announced the news of Emilia’s miscarriage. The doctor said to her, “Your abdomen suffered severe impact, which made the surgery more difficult. “After being discharged, you still need to rest well. It’s best to avoid intense marital activities for half a year.” After explaining the precautions, the doctor left the ward with the nurse. I carefully pushed open the ward door and was immediately hit by a strong smell of medicine. At this moment, Emilia’s face was pale, and she gazed at the ceiling with reluctance. Just like in the previous life, she refused to talk to me. Over half an hour later, Emilia’s family arrived. Perhaps because the journey was too far, only Robert came this time. Robert anxiously pushed me aside and ran toward Emilia lying on the hospital bed. The moment they embraced, Emilia’s cries filled the entire ward. Emilia cried, “Robert, our baby is gone. What do we do? What do we do?” Robert gently patted her back and comforted, “It’s okay. It was just an accident. We’ll have more children in the future.” Emilia shook her head. Then, she broke free from Robert’s embrace and glared at me fiercely. She pointed at me and said, “No! This wasn’t an accident. Claire killed our baby.” Robert scanned me up and down with a sharp gaze, and I got goosebumps all over. I tried to calm down and explained, “Emilia, it was just an accident. I secured the suitcase firmly. As for why it suddenly fell, the train police are already investigating.” A trace of panic flashed in Emilia’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She shook her head frantically and said, “No! It’s not like that.” “You killed my baby. You placed the suitcase. Of course, you won’t admit it now.” Alice, unable to bear it, stepped in to explain, “Ms. Murphy, I understand how painful it is to lose your child, but this really has nothing to do with Ms. Thompson. We placed the suitcase together.” Emilia suddenly became aggressive, interrupting Alice and saying, “Who do you think you are? What does this have to do with you?” She gasped heavily, then turned to me and said, “Claire, I never thought you were so scheming. You even brought in a so-called helper? Do you think this will clear your suspicion?” As soon as Emilia finished speaking, the hospital room door was pushed open. Thomas walked in, followed by Michael.

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After getting pregnant, I, Valentina Jones, could hear the thoughts of the baby inside me. Just as I was happily preparing to share the good news of my pregnancy with my parents, Waylon Jones and Audrey Jones, the baby inside me suddenly cried out for help. She said, “Mom, don’t call. Grandpa and Grandma value boys over girls. If they find out I’m a girl, they’ll definitely give you abortion pills. I really want to live.” I turned off my phone in confusion, afraid that news of my pregnancy might get out. But that night, my house caught fire. I missed 99 distress calls from Waylon and Audrey. In the end, they could only helplessly perish in the flames. I was deeply heartbroken, and my husband, Theodore Carter, stayed by my side through those darkest days. Just as I was preparing to pull myself together, my daughter’s voice from inside me came through again. She said, “Mom, you’re so pitiful. Dad is secretly meeting his lover at the company. He’s only being nice to you out of guilt.” I instantly panicked, not knowing what to do. Without much thought, I rushed into Theodore’s company, hoping to catch him cheating. But I ended up ruining a company contract worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Theodore was deeply disappointed in me and then brought out divorce papers, forcing me to sign them. I desperately tried to keep him, and then I heard my daughter’s voice again. She said, “Dad hates women who keep pestering him. Mom, if you let go in time, Dad will come back begging for you after a while. Mom, don’t be foolish. Leaving without taking any property during the divorce is the best choice.” In the end, I listened to my daughter and chose to leave the marriage without taking any property. But when I became very poor and had to sleep on the streets, Theodore quickly married a girl who looked 70% like me. Moreover, at his wedding, every word he said blamed me for leaving so heartlessly back then. I cried as I went to find Theodore, but I was shattered by a red-light-running truck. As I was dying, I vaguely heard my daughter’s laughter. But even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my daughter wanted to harm me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I found out I was pregnant. ***** The doctor happily patted my shoulder and said, “Ms. Jones, congratulations! Your 38th IVF attempt has finally succeeded. Quickly call your family to share the good news.” But I stood there frozen like a stone. I was reborn, back to the day I just found out I was pregnant. I reached out with trembling hands, covering my lower abdomen with my palm, cold sweat covering my forehead. Sure enough, just as I expected, the next second, I clearly heard the voice of the child in my belly. She said, “Mom, please don’t call Grandpa and Grandma. They value boys over girls. If they find out I’m a girl, they’ll definitely give you abortion pills. I really want to live.” I held my phone tightly, not rushing to make a decision. In my previous life, it was on the day I found out I was pregnant that I heard the voice of the child in my belly. At that time, I just felt it was God’s care for me and wholeheartedly believed every word my daughter said. I obediently turned off my phone, fearing that news of my pregnancy might leak and pose a threat to my daughter. But I never expected that night, Waylon and Audrey’s house would accidentally catch fire. As the two elders were near death, they placed their only hope for rescue on me. However, I missed the 99 calls for help they made. In the end, they could only painfully perish in the fire. Since then, I couldn’t pull myself together and cried all day. It was Theodore who put aside his work and stayed with me day and night, helping me gradually recover. Just as I was ready to start over, I heard my daughter’s inner voice again. She hinted to me that all of Theodore’s kindness was just out of guilt for his affair, and that Theodore’s lover was secretly meeting him at the company at that moment. I believed her words and almost went crazy, rushing into the company and having a huge fight with Theodore. However, I didn’t catch the third party I expected; instead, I accidentally ruined a billion-dollar contract of Theodore’s. The company almost went bankrupt, and Theodore was utterly disappointed in me, forcing me to sign the divorce papers. Just when I wanted to keep Theodore, my daughter spoke to me in her inner voice again, “Dad hates clingy women the most. Mom, as long as you’re willing to leave without taking any assets during the divorce and walk away gracefully, you’ll eventually wait for the day Dad regrets it and begs you to come back.” I listened to her and chose to divorce without taking any assets, then left alone. But when I was sleeping on the streets, living in misery, the mall’s big screen was playing Theodore’s wedding video with another woman. Theodore faced the camera and regretfully said that it was because I left so heartlessly that he ended the previous marriage. I cried as I tried to find Theodore to explain the truth, but I was shattered by a red-light-running truck. As I was nearing death, I vaguely heard my daughter’s eerie laughter from inside my belly. But even now, I still don’t understand why my daughter inside my belly wanted to kill her own mother. Now, I have been reborn. I must stop all of this from happening. I clenched my fists, trying to calm my emotions, but my voice still trembled badly. I said, “I want to abort this child.”

Hearing my words, the doctors who were just congratulating me all froze in place. They knew how much I had suffered to get pregnant and never thought I would say something like this. A doctor patted my shoulder heavily and said, “Ms. Jones, this pregnancy might be your only chance in life to have a child. You have a body that’s very difficult to conceive. You must think it through carefully.” His words shattered my firm decision to have an abortion. In six whole years, I underwent 38 IVF treatments and endured hardships most people couldn’t bear, just to finally conceive the child I always wanted. Should I really give up now? That moment of weakness left me without the courage to say “I want an abortion” again. I comforted myself, thinking the “voice” I heard was just a hallucination caused by too much stress, or that as long as I ignored the child’s thoughts, those terrible things wouldn’t happen later. Because I couldn’t make up my mind to have an abortion, I felt uneasy all along. Thinking about what was supposed to happen tonight in my previous life, I immediately called Waylon and Audrey to confirm their safety. After learning I was carrying a girl, they showed no sign of dislike. Instead, they were very happy and repeatedly reminded me to take care of myself. However, their passing in the previous life left a deep shadow on me, so I still couldn’t feel at ease. After leaving the hospital, I immediately drove to Waylon and Audrey’s house. As long as I don’t follow my daughter’s thoughts, I definitely won’t repeat the tragedy of my past life. After seeing Waylon and Audrey, I immediately checked for any gas leaks in the house, turned off all potential fire sources, and even took away all the lighters and fireworks. Only then did I feel relieved. The daughter in my belly kept urging me through her inner voice to leave quickly, worried that if I stayed overnight at Waylon and Audrey’s house, they might secretly give me abortion pills. However, I pretended not to hear and insisted on staying at Waylon and Audrey’s house for one night before leaving. Just when I had a peaceful night’s sleep, thinking things would turn out differently, the same fire as in my past life still happened. Waylon and Audrey set up a charcoal grill in the yard early in the morning, saying they had to make my favorite charcoal-grilled ribs. However, the grill was accidentally knocked over. Many burning coals scattered on the ground, instantly igniting an unstoppable fire. I desperately tried to save Waylon and Audrey, who had difficulty moving. But in the end, because I was too weak, I could only watch them perish in the fire. I couldn’t understand why, despite my efforts to avoid everything from the previous life, Waylon and Audrey still ended up painfully dying in front of me because of my stubbornness. I thought, “If I hadn’t stayed here for the night, would Mom and Dad still be alive?” I was in deep pain, blaming myself for everything. I started becoming depressed, anxious, and easily irritable like in my previous life. Theodore still took care of me attentively, just like before. I knew I couldn’t stay down like in my previous life, so I quickly adjusted my mood this time. I no longer held Theodore back at work; instead, I offered to join his company and help ease his burden. But the voice of my daughter in my belly still didn’t stop. She said, “Mom, you’re so pitiful, doing housework and working at the same time. But Dad can shamelessly have an affair at the office. Mom, if you just go upstairs to the conference room, you can catch them in the act.” My daughter in my belly pretended to feel sorry for me while repeatedly urging me to go upstairs. But I felt no emotion at all and just let out a cold laugh. I would never be foolish again and ruin my marriage. I didn’t take a single word she said to heart. I sat coldly in the office, with no intention of getting up to catch anyone, and continued focusing on my work. A few hours later, people gradually came out of the conference room. Theodore happily signaled to me that the contract had been finalized. Looking at Theodore, who was full of love for me, my tense heart gradually relaxed. In this life, I didn’t lose my temper or cause trouble. I finally preserved my happy marriage. Over the next month, my daughter in my belly kept urging me to catch someone cheating. I ignored it all. Just as I was relieved that I had changed my life, Theodore and I argued again. To avoid the “cheating time” my daughter mentioned, I always deliberately delayed going upstairs, not wanting to run into Theodore. However, I delayed submitting an urgent contract, causing Theodore’s nearly finalized deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars to be canceled. Once again, I caused a huge loss to the company and became the culprit in the entire company. The employees called me an idiot, saying I forced them to quit and look for new jobs. Theodore also blamed me, “You don’t take your work seriously, that’s why such a big mistake happened.” “Every time I ask you to work in the meeting room, you keep making excuses. You haven’t shown any sincerity to me or this company. Now with this outcome, are you satisfied? I’ve had enough of you. Let’s get a divorce.” I completely broke down, and my inner defenses were utterly shattered. I was desperately trying to avoid what happened in my past life, but in the end, I still caused the company to lose a lot of money for other reasons, making Theodore disappointed in me and asking for a divorce. It feels like all my efforts are a joke, and everything happens one after another, like a pre-written script beyond my control. When I received the divorce agreement Theodore handed me, my heart ached so much that I trembled all over. This is the last chance to decide my fate. This time, I must hold on tightly.

I said to Theodore, “I don’t agree to the divorce. Theodore, no matter what difficulties the company faces, I can go through them with you. Divorce won’t solve everything.” “We have feelings for each other, and there’s a baby about to be born. Can you give me one more chance to make things right?” The daughter in my belly was still shouting, “Mom, don’t say that. Dad despises women who lower themselves like this. Just choose to leave without taking any property and go. Dad will definitely regret it and beg you to come back crying.” I clenched my teeth and firmly ignored her inner voice. Sure enough, after I asked him to stay, Theodore didn’t leave heartlessly like in the previous life. I know Theodore didn’t cheat at all. He wants a divorce just because he’s sulking with me. I started working harder, putting all my energy into the company and Theodore. I know I caused huge losses to the company, so I tried everything to make up for it. I kept promoting the company, actively putting Theodore on TV, and worked hard to boost the company’s visibility. Sure enough, with my efforts, the company’s revenue skyrocketed. But no matter how hard I tried to stop bad things from happening, fate still unfolded as destined. Theodore attended a talk show. The production team deliberately used misleading editing to make Theodore’s relationship with another female guest seem ambiguous. This led to fierce online criticism of Theodore, and the company’s shares plummeted. In the end, only a fake divorce between Theodore and me could save this crisis. I had no choice and, just like last time, signed the divorce agreement. To silence the media, I moved out overnight and stopped contacting Theodore. But on the day we agreed to remarry, Theodore never showed up to see me. I was very nervous. At that moment, I heard my daughter’s inner voice again. She said, “Dad is now getting ready to marry another woman. Mom, if you have any self-respect left, you should take me far away. I don’t want a dad like that. If you humbly go back to beg him, I won’t acknowledge you as my mom anymore.” Hearing the news that Theodore was preparing to remarry, my mind went blank. Reason told me I should quickly pull myself out of this relationship, but instinctively, I wanted to do the opposite of what my daughter said. Without hesitation, I hailed a cab and went straight to Theodore’s wedding venue. Just two months ago, I still had a happy family and marriage. But ever since I got pregnant, Waylon and Audrey died, and the man who once promised to love me forever is now marrying another woman. I know I might not escape the same fate of death as in my past life. But still, I want to make one last struggle. At the wedding venue, Theodore looked at me with disgust. He said, “I hate women who cling. You have no dignity, it’s disgusting. I already have the woman I love. How long are you going to keep pestering me?” Every word from Theodore was like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart. I opened my mouth but could only shake my head helplessly. I wanted to ask him why my life felt like a pre-written script, why all my efforts seemed useless like a joke. I don’t want to die, nor do I want to follow the path fate has already arranged. Just as the moment of my death in the previous life was approaching, the woman who married Theodore suddenly turned her head and gave me a deep look. In an instant, I was shocked to the point of feeling numb. I finally understood why I could hear my daughter’s inner voice. I finally found a way to change my fate and keep living.

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Because I, Adeline Edwards, have premature ovarian failure, it took me two years of trying with my husband Weston White before I got pregnant with our daughter Nova White. After Nova was born, I cherished her like a treasure. She was not only adorable but also very well-behaved and smart. Other kids loved to cry and fuss when they were little, but Nova didn’t need anyone to coax her to sleep. She would cuddle her little blanket, lie on the pillow, and fall asleep on her own. We never had to worry about her eating either. From kindergarten to first grade, Nova always ranked first in every exam. She also placed top in various competitions in her extracurricular classes. Our relatives and friends all said I was incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful child like Nova in this lifetime. On my birthday, I wanted to eat cake. Nova and Weston went out to buy one for me, but they got into a car accident on the way. Weston only suffered minor injuries, but Nova passed away on the spot. Everyone thought I must hate the person responsible and also hate myself. After all, I loved Nova so much, and she died because I wanted to eat cake. But I didn’t feel guilty at all and even called the florist with a smile. I said, “I want to order a bouquet of flowers, and on the card, write ‘Thank you for your kind act, and may you always be happy.’ This is for Joseph Nelson.” Everyone was stunned because Joseph was the name of the person responsible for the accident. ***** Nova was the kind of good kid that no one could find fault with. Other kids were fussy when they were little, but Nova didn’t need anyone to lull her to sleep. She’d hug her little blanket, lie on the pillow, and fall asleep. At mealtime, while other kids needed their parents to feed them, Nova would sit nicely in her chair, eating bite after bite with great enjoyment. By the time she turned three, Nova’s adorable little face was always smiling, and she would sweetly greet the neighbors. When she started school, her excellence became impossible to hide. Nova ranked first in every exam, and her handwriting in the notebooks was always neat and tidy. She joined a dance class and won the city competition’s gold medal after just six months. Even her casual drawings were displayed by the teacher on the most prominent wall in the classroom as examples. My relatives and friends always said enviously, “The greatest blessing in your life is having such a wonderful child like Nova.” I always nodded with a smile, feeling incredibly proud inside. Nova is truly the best gift heaven has given me. However, this happiness was completely shattered on my birthday. That morning, Nova and Weston went out to buy me a cake but got into a car accident on the way. Weston only suffered minor injuries, but Nova, due to severe injuries, closed her eyes forever before I could reach the hospital. Nova’s departure made everyone worry about me. My best friend Ruby Diaz stayed with me, afraid I might do something foolish. Weston, with red eyes, swore to make the culprit pay. Even the neighbors in the community who weren’t close to me thought I must hate the culprit. After all, everyone knew how much I loved Nova. But I smiled and called the flower shop. I said, “I want to order a bouquet, and on the card, write ‘Thank you for your kind act, and may you always be happy.’ This is for Joseph Nelson.” Everyone was stunned because Joseph was the name of the culprit.

Before I could hang up, Weston, sitting next to me, suddenly grabbed my phone. His eyes were red, and his voice was filled with disbelief. “Are you crazy? Joseph is the one who killed Nova. You want to send him flowers?” Ruby, with reddened eyes, grabbed my arm. She said, “Adeline, are you so heartbroken that you’ve lost your mind? Tell me the truth. Are you hiding something? Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here for you.” I pulled back my arm from Ruby’s grip, my tone as calm as if I were talking about someone else. I said, “I have no hidden reasons. I just want to send them.” “You just want to send them?” Weston’s voice suddenly rose, filled with shock and anger. “Do you know? Yesterday, Nova secretly told me she was saving up to buy you flowers. Nova loved you so much, yet you want to send flowers to the one who killed her. Adeline, are you even human?” At that moment, Weston’s mother, Maria White, came out of the kitchen carrying chicken soup she had made for me. Upon learning what had happened, the pot in her hands fell to the ground, spilling the soup everywhere. Maria staggered forward, her aged voice trembling with sobs. She said, “You used to love Nova so much. Even if she lost a single strand of hair, you’d feel heartbroken. Now that she’s gone, not only do you not hate the killer, but you also want to send them flowers? Are you possessed by a ghost?” I looked at Maria expressionlessly and said, “Maria, I’m perfectly fine. I know exactly what I’m doing.” Weston trembled with anger, his eyes filled with fury and disappointment as he looked at me. He said angrily, “Adeline, do you realize what you’re saying? Nova was your own daughter, the child you gave everything to bring into this world. How can you be so heartless? Do you even deserve to be a mother?” Ruby, with reddened eyes, also tried to persuade me, “Adeline, I know you’re upset, but you can’t torment yourself like this. Please calm down, okay?” Facing their questioning and accusations, I said nothing and got up, walking to the door of Nova’s room. On her door was a family portrait drawn by Nova. She had colored it brightly with crayons, and next to it, in crooked handwriting, were the words “I love Mom and Dad.” At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from the police station. I answered the phone, my tone still calm. I said, “Has Joseph arrived? I’ll head over now.” “Yes, I’m sure I want to sign the letter of understanding, not hold him legally accountable, and not ask for any compensation.” “What did you say?” Weston snatched my phone, his eyes red as if about to bleed. “You want to sign a letter of understanding for the bastard who killed Nova?” Maria clutched my clothes, crying. “Adeline, I beg you, don’t go. Don’t sign that thing. We need to make him go to jail, make him pay for my granddaughter’s life.” Ruby stood aside, her eyes full of confusion and disappointment as she looked at me. I said nothing and took a cab to the police station. The taxi stopped at the police station entrance. As soon as I got out, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Weston striding toward me with clenched fists, while Maria, supported by Ruby, followed. Their faces were filled with urgency and shock. “Adeline, stop right there!” Weston’s voice was full of anger. He looked at me with reddened eyes and said, “Do you have to destroy this family to be satisfied?” I didn’t answer his question and walked straight into the police station. Seeing me, the police immediately stood up to greet me, their faces showing a complex expression. He said, “You must be Adeline, right? Joseph is already in the mediation room. But are you sure you want to sign the letter of forgiveness?” I nodded and then pushed open the door to the mediation room. Inside, Joseph was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, a cigarette unlit in his mouth.

Seeing me come in, Joseph looked up at me and gave a particularly arrogant smile. He said, “Are you that girl’s mom? I thought you’d cry for three days and nights.” Joseph’s tone was flippant and arrogant, showing no trace of the guilt a perpetrator should have. Weston was furious and rushed up to grab Joseph by the collar. He roared, “You’re such a bastard! I want you to pay for Nova’s life!” Joseph shrugged indifferently and even leaned closer to Weston on purpose. He laughed and said, “What’s wrong? Want to hit me? This is the police station. Go ahead, try touching me. If you dare hit me today, get ready to pay up.” “You’re asking for it!” Weston, furious to the extreme, swung his fist straight at Joseph’s face. Several police officers quickly restrained Weston and sternly scolded Joseph, “Joseph, watch your attitude. This is the police station.” Joseph didn’t care at all and pointed at me, saying, “What’s wrong with my attitude? She’s the one who wants to sign the settlement, not me forcing her. Besides, didn’t she say it was her daughter’s fault? This isn’t my problem.” Weston was trembling with anger at his words, while Maria clutched her chest, unable to speak. Even the police officers’ expressions turned grim. However, Joseph not only didn’t hold back but instead stared at me and slowly said, “My car was wrecked. I can agree to a settlement. But you have to apologize and pay me $20,000 for the repair. If you do that, I’ll pretend this never happened.” “I’ll kill you!” Weston roared and tried to charge forward again. However, I suddenly stepped in front of Joseph, gripping Weston’s arms tightly with both hands. Weston froze, staring at me in disbelief. “Adeline, are you protecting this bastard?” “Can you be a little polite?” I scolded Weston expressionlessly. “Mr. Nelson is right. His car is indeed wrecked, so we should pay for it.” Hearing my words, everyone in the room froze. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on me, filled with anger and shock. Maria staggered and held onto the wall, her finger pointing at me trembling uncontrollably. She said, “You’re actually going to compensate the culprit? If Nova finds out, she’ll be heartbroken.” Ruby, with reddened eyes, also came over and grabbed my hand. “Adeline, what’s wrong with you? Why are you defending the person who killed Nova?” The nearby police officer couldn’t help but say, “Adeline, if you have any difficulties, like being threatened, just say it directly. We’ll help you.” I ignored everyone and just walked step by step toward Joseph. Then, under everyone’s shocked gaze, I bowed to him and said, “Mr. Nelson, please don’t mind Weston’s behavior just now. He’s just too upset, which is why his words were filled with anger. As for the $20,000 car repair fee you mentioned, I’ll transfer it to you shortly. Does that work for you?” Joseph raised an eyebrow, seemingly satisfied with my attitude. He tossed the letter of understanding in front of me and said, “Hurry up and sign it, don’t delay my meal. Oh, and transfer me an extra $10,000 later as compensation for the work I missed running to the police station these past few days.” I agreed without hesitation. “You’re crazy!” Weston trembled with anger, his eyes filled with fury as he stared at me. He roared, “Adeline, if you dare to sign that letter of understanding or give him a single cent today, we’re getting a divorce!” My hand holding the pen paused for a moment, then I looked up at Weston with a very calm gaze. I said, “We can get a divorce, but the house and savings must stay with me. You can’t take any assets.” “What did you say?” Weston, as if hearing a joke, suddenly raised his voice and said, “You want me to leave without taking any assets? Adeline, do you have a lover out there? Are you doing this on purpose to force me into a divorce, is that it?” Maria cried and chimed in, “It must be true! Adeline, you’re so heartless. How could you do this to Nova? How could you do this to our family?” I looked at Weston coldly. “I didn’t cheat. If you insist on divorcing me, then you can’t take any assets.” At this moment, Ruby walked over, her eyes full of disappointment as she looked at me. “Adeline, in my heart, you’ve always been someone who values relationships. But now, I really can’t understand you anymore. Your actions truly disappoint me.” I ignored Ruby’s gaze, then lowered my head and carefully signed my name on the letter of understanding. After that, I took out a bank card from my bag and handed it to Joseph. “There’s $40,000 in here, and the password is six zeros. The extra $10,000 is my apology to you.” Joseph took the bank card, his smile growing even more smug. He deliberately waved the bank card at Weston and said with a smile, “See that? Your wife is smarter than you.” Staring at the signed letter of understanding, Weston was completely disappointed. He closed his eyes, sighed, his voice full of exhaustion and anger. Weston said, “Adeline, see you in court in three days. I will file for divorce, and I will make sure you can’t take any assets.” After speaking, Weston turned and left. Maria followed him, crying, and before stepping out, she shot me a fierce glare. Ruby gave me one last look, her eyes full of disappointment, then left as well.

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Before marrying Leonardo Morgan, his mother Olivia Morgan gave me a premarital obedience test. She asked me to serve coffee to the whole family, and I did. She made me walk barefoot on a gravel path to prove I could endure hardship, and I did. She made me sign a prenuptial agreement stating I wouldn’t get any assets in case of divorce, and I still signed it. Throughout the process, Leonardo watched coldly. He only said to me, “Josephine, don’t make a fuss. Just bear with it. These are our family rules.” Josephine Campbell is my name. I smiled and nodded, but tears couldn’t help falling. The final test was Olivia slapping me unexpectedly. Olivia said, “After marrying Leonardo, you need to understand what humility is.” I stood still, but Leonardo, who was upstairs in the study having a video meeting, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Afterward, Leonardo covered his face and looked at me in horror. At this moment, a mechanical voice echoed in my mind. “Your Shared-Sensation System with Leonardo has been successfully bound. From now on, he will fully experience all the pain you endure.” The pain on my face hadn’t subsided yet when Leonardo collapsed backward like a puppet with its strings cut. His handsome face, always filled with arrogance and disdain, was now twisted in fear. Olivia shouted, “Leonardo!” The other servants also shouted, “Mr. Morgan!” The Morgan Villa’s living room instantly descended into chaos. Screams, cries, and the sound of chairs and tables crashing to the ground merged into a chaotic noise. I stood there, watching everyone frantically lift Leonardo onto the ambulance. And the cause of it all—Olivia froze for just a moment before pointing at me and yelling, “It’s you, you wretch, who made Leonardo collapse at home!” I said nothing, just raised my hand and gently touched my swollen left cheek. The burning pain on my cheek felt just like the ache in my heart. The hospital’s diagnosis came out quickly. Leonardo had acute concussion along with facial soft tissue contusions, but the cause was unknown. When Leonardo woke up, I was the only one in the hospital room. He saw the clear five-finger mark on my face. The mark was identical to the impact he remembered feeling on his cheek. Immediately, the confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced by gloom. Leonardo asked in a hoarse yet judgmental voice, “Josephine, what did you do to me?” I calmly looked at him and said, “I didn’t do anything. Olivia slapped me, and then you collapsed.” “Ridiculous!” Leonardo sneered, “My mom slapped you, and I ended up spitting blood and fainting? Josephine, are you now making up such lies just to gain my sympathy?” “This is not a lie,” I said word by word. “Just now, we were bound by the Shared-Sensation System. From now on, any harm I suffer, whether physical or emotional, you will feel it too.” Leonardo stared at me intently, his eyes full of disgust and contempt. He sneered, “Is this your new trick? Josephine, I really underestimated you. You’ve truly tried every possible way just to make me look at you.” “Don’t you believe me?” I asked him. “I believe you’re a lunatic,” Leonardo said coldly. I laughed, but tears fell once again. I wiped them away, looking at the man I had loved for ten years but could never move. Then, in a cold tone even unfamiliar to myself, I said, “Leonardo, let’s make a bet.” “What are we betting on?” Leonardo raised an eyebrow, looking at me as if I were a ridiculous clown. I calmly said, “Let’s bet that I’ll make you personally feel just how painful the suffering I’ve endured all these years truly is.” Leonardo didn’t answer, just turned his head away and called the nurse. His actions told me he found even speaking another word to me disgusting. Looking at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, I whispered, “You will believe.”

When I returned to the Morgan Villa, I was greeted by Olivia’s face twisted with anger. Olivia yelled, “How dare you come back? You bitch! Leonardo has never even lost a hair since he was a child. The moment you came to my house, he ended up in the hospital. You’re a jinx!” As she cursed, she ordered the servant to take down the decorative whip hanging on the wall. The whip was made of leather, soaked in oil, looking dark and shiny. Looking at that whip, my heart skipped a beat. I remembered when I first met Leonardo. Back then, he was just as dashing, like a proud wild horse. I followed behind him, thinking that if I worked hard enough, one day I could walk alongside him. But now, in his home, I’ve become an object to be beaten and scolded at will. The TV in the living room was on, and a reporter from the financial channel was broadcasting a piece of news. “The Morgan Group’s president, Leonardo Morgan, was urgently hospitalized today. His childhood friend, famous actress Ayla Reed, rushed to visit him at the hospital. The two appeared close throughout, dispelling earlier rumors of Leonardo marrying an ordinary woman.” On the TV screen, Ayla was tucking the blanket around Leonardo with a worried look, and the way Leonardo gazed at Ayla was a tenderness I had never seen before. So, Leonardo wasn’t born indifferent; he just gave all his warmth to someone else. And I can’t even earn a shred of his trust. Overwhelming grief and anger consumed me. With a loud snap, the first whip struck heavily on my back. My flesh instantly tore, and the intense pain nearly brought me to my knees. Olivia yelled, “You shameless woman! How dare you seduce Leonardo! I’ll beat you to death!” Like a madwoman, Olivia whipped me one lash after another. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Leonardo calling. I mustered all my strength to answer the phone. “Josephine!” Leonardo’s suppressed, angry roar came from the other end of the line. “What self-harming stunt are you pulling now to get my attention? I’m telling you, stop it immediately! This only makes me despise you more!” His voice came through the receiver, and Olivia heard it. Olivia thought I was complaining to Leonardo, so her expression turned even fiercer. “You dare to snitch? Clearly, I haven’t hit you enough!” Immediately, she raised her hand and lashed me with all her strength. “Ah!” Leonardo’s roar on the other end of the phone instantly turned into a piercing scream. That sound pierced my eardrums, carrying unimaginable pain. Olivia was stunned. On the phone, Leonardo’s wails continued, each one more harrowing than the last. Olivia finally panicked. She dropped the whip, grabbed my phone, and urgently shouted into the receiver, “Leonardo? Leonardo, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” On the other end, Leonardo’s labored breathing was intermittent. “Mom, my back hurts so much. I’m in agony.” “Your back?” Olivia turned to look at me in confusion. I was lying on the ground, my back a bloody mess. Olivia immediately said into the phone, “Leonardo, don’t be scared. I’m coming right away. It must be that bitch cursing you!” After hanging up the phone, Olivia hurriedly left the villa. In the hospital, Leonardo lay on the bed, cold sweat dripping from the intense pain in his back. He grabbed Olivia’s hand as she rushed over and asked suspiciously, “Mom, did you just hit Josephine?” Olivia’s eyes kept darting around as she immediately denied, “No! Why would I hit her? She’s the one going crazy, crying and making a scene at home. I just said a couple of words to her, that’s all.” Ayla immediately chimed in, her voice soft and aggrieved, “Yes, Leonardo. Olivia has always been good to Josephine. But just now, Josephine seemed to be talking nonsense on the phone, which upset Olivia so much that her heart felt unwell.” As Ayla spoke, she gently massaged Olivia’s chest. Looking at the “wronged” Olivia and the “thoughtful” Ayla, Leonardo thought of Josephine’s silence on the phone. Instantly, the doubt in his heart vanished. He felt that even if the Shared-Sensation System really existed, I was deliberately hurting myself to gain sympathy and thought I was too scheming.

The day Leonardo was discharged, Ayla also went back to the Morgan Villa, saying she wanted to “take care of Leonardo.” Olivia was naturally very happy. While Leonardo was in the study handling work, Olivia and Ayla called me downstairs and swept a pile of broken vase shards onto the floor. Olivia crossed her arms and commanded me with an arrogant tone, “The floor is dirty. Kneel and clean it up.” Ayla, on the other hand, hypocritically advised me, “Josephine, just listen to Olivia. She’s doing this for your own good, wanting you to learn some manners. Leonardo doesn’t like women who are unruly.” My knees were already bruised and purple from the whip. Now, kneeling on the sharp porcelain shards, every movement felt like countless steel needles piercing into my bones. Upstairs in the study, Leonardo was resting in his chair. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain shot through his knee, jolting him awake. This pain was exactly the same as the sharp pain in his back that day. Leonardo froze for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the door and rushed downstairs. He rushed to the staircase and saw Ayla holding a basin of water, seemingly losing her balance, pouring the entire basin of cold water over my head. The icy water made me shiver all over, and the wounds on my knees soaked in water hurt so much that my vision went black. Seeing Leonardo, Ayla immediately threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly. “Leonardo, I didn’t mean to. It was Josephine suddenly trying to stand up, which made me accidentally spill the water. Is she trying to hurt herself with broken porcelain and then blame us?” Olivia immediately chimed in, “Exactly! This woman is so vicious. Leonardo, you can’t keep indulging her. She’ll ruin our family.” Looking at my miserable state and then at Ayla trembling and crying in his arms, the hesitation in Leonardo’s eyes was once again replaced by disgust. Leonardo sternly ordered the servants, “Tie her to the chair for me. That way, how can she hurt herself?” Two strong servants roughly dragged me up and tied me to a chair in the living room with coarse rope, leaving me unable to move. Leonardo gave me a cold glance, then helped Ayla upstairs. Back in the study, as soon as Leonardo sat down, a strange sense of restraint spread throughout his body. His bones, muscles, and every joint felt tightly bound by invisible ropes. Even his breathing became difficult. Leonardo immediately understood and thought, “Josephine is tied up, so I feel tied up too. Could that ridiculous Shared-Sensation System actually be real?” A terrifying thought formed in his mind. Leonardo suddenly stood up and said to Ayla, who was peeling an apple for him, “Go accompany my mom for some shopping. I need some time alone.” Then he said to Olivia, “Mom, you must be tired. Go out and relax. Feel free to use the credit card as you like.” Olivia and Ayla both wanted to head out quickly, so they happily left the villa immediately. The villa instantly fell silent. Almost at the moment the door closed, the suffocating sense of restraint on Leonardo suddenly vanished. Leonardo stood there, his expression constantly changing. After a long time, he slowly walked downstairs, step by step, and stood in front of me, tied to the chair. I was drenched, water droplets from my hair sliding down my cheeks. I could no longer tell if it was water or tears. Leonardo silently looked at me. For the first time, his eyes no longer held that cold disdain. He crouched down, his voice carrying a struggle even he didn’t notice. “Did someone really bully you?”

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My name is Nora Reeds. After going to the swimming pool with my good friend Alexa Stewart, my period was delayed by half a month. Alexa insisted I take a pregnancy test. Seeing the two bright red lines on the test, I was stunned. Although I have a boyfriend, I’m a conservative girl and never went all the way with him. Then whose child am I carrying? My first reaction was to get an abortion immediately. But my boyfriend Chase Scott was worried about my health and was willing to marry me to raise the child together. Until the day of delivery, I lay in the delivery room, extremely weak, but before I even saw the baby, Chase smothered me with a pillow. He pressed his whole body against me, shouting frantically, “You b*tch, did you really think I wanted to raise that child? Both you and the baby must die!” Having just given birth, I had no strength to fight back and was smothered to death by him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I just found out I was pregnant. This time, I must find out whose child I’m carrying! I stared blankly at the two lines on the pregnancy test in the bathroom, while outside Alexa kept urging, “Nora, have you checked? Are you really pregnant?” My hand trembled as I looked at the bright red two lines, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit. In my past life, because of this child, I was forced to take a break from school to prepare for childbirth, and in the end, I was even smothered to death. Until my death, I never knew how I got pregnant, let alone who the father of the child was. Alexa, growing impatient, directly opened the door and came in. But I quickly hid the pregnancy test stick. She looked around curiously and asked, “Where’s the pregnancy test? Are you pregnant or not?” I shook my head. “I haven’t even had sex, how could I be pregnant?” Alexa couldn’t keep a secret. In my past life, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, she told Chase, which led to everyone knowing about my premarital pregnancy. This time, I don’t plan to tell her about it right away. Alexa said a bit disappointedly, “I thought you were really pregnant. I heard Chase is planning to propose to you soon; he’ll definitely be happy.” My heart sank. How did I not realize before that she likes kids so much? I clenched the pregnancy test in my hand, carefully thinking about everything that happened since my last period. Chase and I only went to the mall twice, and we didn’t even kiss. The baby definitely isn’t his. And I haven’t been alone with any other man. The only person I’m usually closest to is Alexa. But she’s a woman, so it’s even more impossible! I frowned tightly, suddenly remembering something—Alexa and I went to a swimming pool a month ago. At that swimming pool, I was harassed. A man deliberately swam close to me and even made some particularly lewd gestures. I was shaking with anger, and Alexa was even more furious, scolding him on the spot and driving him away. Later, I didn’t feel like showering, so I waited for her in the changing room and ended up falling asleep unknowingly. When I woke up, my whole body was sore, and I thought it was just fatigue from swimming. Looking back now, could it be that I was violated at that time? Thinking of this possibility, I couldn’t help but feel a chill all over and immediately went to the hospital. I not only needed to check if I was really pregnant but also something even more important. If I was really violated, there would definitely be traces on my body. I must find that person! After the ultrasound results came out, I was completely devastated. The test results showed the fetus was already four weeks old, exactly one month. The doctor asked if I wanted to keep it or terminate it, and I immediately scheduled an abortion. No matter whose child this is, I can’t keep it! The doctor skillfully scheduled the surgery for me, murmuring softly, “Young girls these days really don’t take care of themselves, getting pregnant at such a young age.” My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t explain. Should I say I have no idea how I got pregnant? I turned around and scheduled a gynecological exam and infectious disease screening. If the person who assaulted me has an STD, the consequences would be unimaginable. The doctor put on gloves and had me lie on the examination bed, but moments later, she frowned deeply. She said, “How is this possible?” “Your hymen is intact, so how did you get pregnant?”

I was stunned too; I had already planned to take the evidence to the police after the examination. But this result was completely unexpected. My hymen is intact, so how did I get pregnant? The doctor comforted me, saying, “Don’t worry, it could be because the male organ is too small, so the hymen wasn’t torn. “This situation of yours is rare, but not impossible.” I walked out of the examination room, completely lost in confusion. It’s been a month since I went to the swimming pool, and now there’s no evidence left. Do I have to terminate this pregnancy without knowing the truth and suffer in vain? Chase suddenly called me. After answering, his anxious voice came through the receiver. “Nora, where are you? Alexa can’t find you and has been calling me nonstop. Did something happen?” Only then did I realize Alexa had called me several times, but I didn’t hear it because I had silenced my phone in the examination room earlier. Chase’s gentle words made my nose sting, but I immediately recalled the scene of him killing me in my past life. He clearly hated me to death, yet he insisted on waiting for me to give birth before killing me. Could this child have something to do with him? I hadn’t had time to sort out my thoughts when Alexa’s call came in again. As soon as I answered, she scolded me, “Why didn’t you pick up? Do you know how worried I was about you?” I completely lost control, tears streaming down my face. In my past life, after I got pregnant by accident, Alexa advised me to terminate it, but I was foolish and insisted on listening to Chase. The doctor said my uterine lining was very thin, and if I terminated the pregnancy, it would be extremely hard to conceive again. Chase also promised to marry me, so I foolishly decided to have the baby. Thinking about it now, how could a man willingly raise someone else’s child? Now the only person I can trust is Alexa. I told her I’m pregnant and currently at the hospital. In less than five minutes, she rushed over. When she saw me, she hugged me tightly. “Being pregnant is a good thing! Stop crying, I’ll call Chase over right now!” I shook my head and tightly grabbed her wrist. “The child might not be his.” Alexa was stunned. “Are you sure? Then whose child is it?” I said, “Actually, I don’t know either. I just want to terminate this pregnancy now.” She was silent for a few seconds, then firmly said, “No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you.” The next day’s abortion procedure was accompanied by Alexa. But before I entered the operating room, Chase rushed over. He said, “Wait, Nora, don’t go through with the surgery. I’m willing to take care of you and the child!” My hand holding the examination report tightened. How did he know I was here? I only told Alexa about this! I turned to look at Alexa, and she was just as puzzled. “How did he get here?” Chase sat beside me, panting, and held my hand tightly, fingers interlocked. He said, “Did you forget we set up couple tracking before? I noticed you were at the hospital yesterday and rushed over because I was worried about you.” He lowered his head bitterly. “I never expected you to be pregnant.” “I know the child isn’t mine since we never had a sexual relationship. “But Nora, your health has always been poor. I’m afraid if you terminate the pregnancy this time, it might be hard for you to become a mother in the future.” I’m actually a very traditional girl and have no plans to be childfree. But to have a child without even knowing who the father is? I can’t do it; I’d rather stay single for life. I slowly pulled my hand back. “No, I must terminate this pregnancy.” Chase was stunned for a moment and frowned, “Why? I clearly don’t care anymore, so what are you still worried about?” Alexa also softly advised, “Yeah, Nora, abortion is too harmful to your body. Why don’t you think it over again? Your health is already fragile.” Chase suddenly snatched the test report from my hand and pulled me up without a word. He said, “I won’t let you harm your body. Worst case, we’ll get married next month. Don’t worry, I won’t mind. Even if the child isn’t mine, I’ll still raise them as my own.” His words drew the attention of those around us. A nurse said enviously, “What a good man, willing to raise someone else’s child.” “If it were me, I would keep the baby since someone is willing to raise them.” Although Chase said that, his brow furrowed slightly upon hearing the nurse’s words. What he said wasn’t sincere at all. He just wants me to have this child and then humiliate me relentlessly. I let out a cold laugh and said, “You have the nerve to say you despise me? Let’s break up. My business is none of your concern.” After saying that, I got up and left under his astonished gaze. I must figure out what exactly Chase has to do with the child in my belly!

Although Chase had hinted at getting a room before, he never brought it up again after I refused. My hand couldn’t help but rest on my lower abdomen. This child didn’t just appear out of nowhere. Could it really be as the doctor said, that the man who violated me has a very small penis? After thinking it over, I decided to go to the swimming pool again. I slipped some money to the security guard and got surveillance footage from a month ago. There’s no camera inside the changing room, so I could only see the people entering and leaving. But after looking over and over, I didn’t find anyone suspicious. I couldn’t help feeling discouraged. Could it be that I was wrong? Was it not something that happened that day? Alexa bought me a drink and asked with a grin, “Nora, I sent Chase away. Now you can tell me, whose child are you carrying?” I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “I wish I knew. All I remember is going to the swimming pool, and then I somehow ended up pregnant.” She was stunned for a moment, then quickly slapped her forehead and said, “Could it be that someone ejaculated in the pool?” “I came across a news story before, where a man deliberately ejaculated in a public pool, and several girls ended up pregnant!” I almost burst out laughing. Sperm has a very short survival time and quickly loses its viability when exposed to chlorinated pool water. But her suggestion reminded me of the man who harassed me that day, so I pulled up the surveillance footage of the swimming pool again. But this time, I saw someone unexpected. That person was Chase! He was wearing a mask, standing sneakily at the entrance of the pool. Soon, he walked out of the surveillance footage and disappeared into the restroom. I clenched my fists, thinking, “He’s definitely not simple!” Before I could confront him, the door was pounded heavily. Alexa went to open the door but was shoved to the ground. The person who came in was my dad, Dylan Reeds, followed by my mom, Juliet Reeds. I had just stood up when he slapped me hard. I instinctively covered my face and heard Dylan angrily scold, “Nora, how could I have a shameless daughter like you? You’re not even married yet, and you’re already rushing to have someone’s child?” I looked over his shoulder and saw Chase behind him, staring at me with a smug expression. He pretended to sigh and said pitifully, “Nora, I really don’t want to pressure you, but I’m truly afraid you’ll abort the baby.” “I asked the doctor, and they said your uterine lining is very thin. If you abort this time, it will be hard to conceive again.” In my previous life, he used the same excuse. He even rushed into a flash marriage with me just to make me keep the baby. No wedding, no gifts, nothing at all, yet I was still deeply grateful. I thought I owed him, so even in late pregnancy, I worked hard to make it up to him. Looking back now, I was truly so foolish. What did I do wrong? I don’t even know how I got pregnant. Dylan’s face turned red with anger. “You’re dropping out tomorrow and getting married. Otherwise, when your belly gets big, people will laugh at you.” Chase advised, “Mr. Reeds, don’t rush. Nora can take a break from school and marry me first. Later, my mom can take care of the baby, so it won’t tire her out.” Alexa brought me ice to put on my face. I sat down on my own, my tone cold. “Who said I was getting married? I’m not.” Dylan’s eyes widened, and his finger trembled as he pointed at me. “What are you trying to do? Do you still want an abortion?” Juliet cried on the side as she said, “How could you get pregnant before marriage? If you don’t marry Chase, who else can you marry?” I listened to those words and suddenly laughed. “I’m going to marry the baby’s father. Who told you the child I’m carrying is Chase’s?” Juliet stopped crying, and Dylan froze in place. I said slowly, “Chase is impotent, there’s no way he could get me pregnant.” Chase’s face changed drastically, and he yelled at me, “Are you crazy? You’ve never even seen it, so how can you say I’m impotent?” Juliet couldn’t help but ask, “So the child really isn’t yours?” Chase opened his mouth, only to realize he had been set up by me. He immediately said, “Mr. Reeds, Mrs. Reeds, even if the child isn’t mine, I’m still willing to marry Nora. I don’t mind her, and I don’t mind the child.” I rolled my eyes. “I broke up with you a long time ago. If I get married, it’ll be to the child’s real father!” He shouted angrily, “Then tell me whose child you’re carrying! Do you dare to say it?” I was stunned for a moment, and Alexa quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She patted my shoulder and comforted me, “Alright, everyone calm down, let’s talk this through.” My gaze landed on her hand, and I couldn’t help but freeze. Then I widened my eyes in disbelief. I knew whose child I was carrying.

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I was watching a TV show on my husband Miles Green’s computer in the office when an AI assistant prompt suddenly popped up. [My dear boss, stop working. You need to rest so you’ll have the energy to be with me tonight.] Looking at the delicate font and the screen full of pink bubbles, I was stunned. I took a screenshot of the page, rushed to Miles, who was meeting a client outside, and asked, “Do you have a lover?” Miles paused for a moment, then smiled and pinched my cheek, saying, “Silly girl, that’s just the company’s AI virtual girlfriend. I’m just personally testing it.” I calmly nodded and then had someone investigate this AI assistant. After obtaining the IP address behind this virtual girlfriend, I immediately sent it to the company group chat. I directly said: [If you come forward now, I might still consider leaving you some dignity.] Since they take my money and still treat me like a fool, they should be prepared to lose their status and ruin their reputation. The once lively company group chat instantly became very quiet. Five minutes later, Miles hurriedly pushed open the office door and walked in. Sweat beaded on his temple, his breathing was a bit rapid, and he looked very anxious. “Charlotte, it was really just a program test. You have to believe me.” Charlotte Johnson is my name. Several senior core employees of the company also came in, all helping Miles explain. A man said, “Ms. Johnson, that was the beta version of the AI, absolutely no real person was operating it.” “The conversation content was pre-set. It’s not what you think it means.” Immediately, the technical director dug out the meeting records and placed them in front of me. Then he said, “These conversation templates were designed by the team together to enhance user affinity and engagement.” “For the sake of our team’s results, Mr. Green personally conducted the test. If you misunderstood him, we deeply apologize.” They spoke sincerely, constantly defending Miles. Miles held my hand, his eyes full of sincerity. “Charlotte, I’m sorry for upsetting you. If you don’t like me using this, I won’t use it again.” He knew his sincerity could always move me. Back then, he was very poor. I admired his character and decisively supported his startup. To achieve results, Miles worked overtime for half a month straight and often didn’t come home. I never doubted him; instead, I took care of the house and waited for him to come back. When Miles needed funds, I asked my father, Nicholas Johnson, for investment and agreed with Miles that he would control the company’s profits for the first five years. In the end, his business didn’t take off, but I didn’t blame him. I even recommended Miles to work at the group founded by Nicholas, citing “gained valuable experience” as the reason. On the day he became the group president, at the celebration banquet, he proposed to me for the second time. He said his love for me would always remain as pure and passionate as when we first fell in love, and that he would only ever love me. Every year on our wedding anniversary, Miles would propose to me again to show he hadn’t forgotten his original feelings. Logically, his loyalty to me should be very strong and unshakable. I wearily pressed my temples and waved at them. “I understand. I won’t pursue this matter anymore.” They breathed a sigh of relief and then left the office. Miles also breathed a sigh of relief. He came over to hug me, but I pushed him away. I had already read Miles’ chat history with the AI assistant. That AI assistant would chat with him every few minutes. Although most of it was about weather or schedule reminders, the language was flirtatious, even somewhat explicit. The chat also included faceless real-life memes. I could tell that all the memes came from the same person. No matter how much I trust Miles, I can’t help but feel suspicious. I have to get to the bottom of this. I know someone in the group’s tech team. I excused myself to the restroom and sent over the traced IP address. They quickly sent me the results. The user of this IP is inside our group building. Using the HR employee records, I found this person’s name. She is Hannah Ross, a new intern in the Operations Department 2. I suddenly felt very upset. They all said there was no real person in control, but now I even have the other person’s name and information. I got into the elevator and went straight to Operations Department 2 downstairs. At the office door, I spotted Hannah right away. Everyone else was focused on work, but her computer screen was playing a variety show in full screen. Her desk was lined with expensive hand creams and snacks, along with a humidifier solely for her use. I walked into the office, and Hannah caught sight of me from the corner of her eye. Sensing something, she quickly raised her hand and slid the couple’s photo under the documents on her desk.

When I approached her desk, Hannah slowly paused the variety show. I clenched my fists, wondering if Miles had granted her such special privileges. I asked her, “You’re watching a variety show during work hours. Have you finished all your tasks?” Hannah glanced at me indifferently. “I’m tired from work, taking a break, so what? Are you here to clean up? You should turn right ahead to the pantry.” The nearby employees looked like they didn’t want to get involved, but one of them still whispered to her, “This is Ms. Johnson, the daughter of our group’s founder and Mr. Green’s wife.” Hannah looked at me with a feigned innocent expression. “Sorry. I thought Mr. Green’s wife would be elegant and beautiful, so I didn’t associate her with you. My apologies.” A surge of anger instantly rose in my heart. I was about to speak to her when Hannah glanced elsewhere, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson. I’ll get to work right away.” At that moment, Miles’s stern voice sounded behind me. He asked, “What’s going on?” A few employees immediately gathered around. A man said, “Ms. Johnson accused Hannah of not working seriously. She was scolded to tears by Ms. Johnson.” A woman said, “Hannah’s work was already done well. The team leader allowed her to take a break. Ms. Johnson is being too strict.” I was a bit surprised. Just now, these people stayed silent, afraid that the conflict between Hannah and me would involve them. But as soon as Miles appeared, they seemed to have direction and kept speaking up for Hannah. “Enough,” Miles pointed at Hannah and said, “Come to my office tomorrow to report your work. I will personally check your workload.” Hannah lowered her head and agreed, but the corners of her mouth quietly curved upward. My heart suddenly ached, and my chest was filled with bitterness. Is Miles warning her, or looking for an opportunity to be alone with her in the office? I steadied my emotions, then raised my voice and said to everyone, “I’m not here to supervise work, but to inform you that the company will gradually upgrade the equipment. Starting with your department, all computers will be replaced with new ones.” Hearing my words, the employees were all pleasantly surprised. Only Hannah unhappily said, “Why so sudden? I’m already used to my computer. Can I not change it?” “No, you can’t.” Miles directly rejected her protest. Then, he turned to me with a gentle smile and said, “My wife’s words represent mine. You all must follow her plan.” Hannah looked at Miles in disbelief, her face instantly turning red. I didn’t want to see her like that, so I said something to Miles and went home alone. Not long after, Miles left work early and hurried back home. In his left hand, he carried my favorite cake, and in his right hand, the bag I had my eye on a few days ago. Miles said apologetically, “Charlotte, I’m sorry. I’ve already handed over the AI virtual girlfriend test to someone else. I promise I won’t touch anything that makes you feel I’m distracted again.” I took the gift he gave me and calmly said, “I can understand if it’s for work.” He sighed, then pulled me into his arms, his voice full of guilt. “I know I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry. My phone password is your birthday. If you’re worried, you can check my phone anytime.” I nodded and said nothing more. At night, when Miles went to take a shower, I unlocked his phone. His phone was clean, with nothing suspicious. Suddenly, a message popped up: “Menstrual pain relief medicine has been delivered.” It turned out that before apologizing to me, Miles was still concerned about Hannah’s period pain. My heart clenched tightly, and I almost smashed his phone to the ground. Miles had truly become a man with two faces.

Without waiting for Miles to finish his shower, I went straight to another room. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. The next day, all the equipment in Operations Department Two was replaced. I found the main computer Hannah used before and had a professional recover all the data inside. Sure enough, her computer also had an AI assistant client program. She was the AI assistant chatting with Miles, Miles’s “virtual girlfriend.” Realizing that the guess I had pondered all night was confirmed, my hands couldn’t help but tremble a little. Did Miles use the company’s resources and even have so many employees lie, just for his love with Hannah? With trembling hands, I opened their chat logs and found that the records on Miles’s computer were edited, while the ones on Hannah’s computer were complete. From Hannah’s records, I could see that Miles cared for her with great attention, leaving nothing out. To openly buy coffee for Hannah, Miles treated the entire department of 50 people to coffee. To make Hannah happy at work, Miles lowered the performance requirements for the entire department. Miles even cared about what color stockings or style of underwear Hannah wore today. They also had a meeting place called Sweet Home. Just last week, they agreed to meet at Sweet Home. Hannah asked him if she should prepare birth control pills. Miles replied: [No. Our child will definitely be healthier than Charlotte’s.] Seeing this sentence, I stared at the screen, utterly shocked as if struck by lightning. Last year, I was once pregnant with Miles’s child. That time, after entertaining a client, he drove home drunk. He asked me to help open the garage door but accidentally hit me, causing me to miscarry. After sobering up, Miles kept crying and said he would pray for the child in heaven every day. For the sake of our future, I endured this matter. But now, the man who caused my child’s death is actually hinting to another woman that the child I lost was unhealthy. I was trembling all over, my hand gripping the mouse almost crushing it. Before I knew it, night had fallen. In 30 years of life, it was the first time I stood on the edge of collapse. I gathered all the materials and rushed to the company to find Miles, who claimed to be working overtime. When I arrived at the VIP section of the underground parking lot, I saw Miles’ car lights flash a few times. Then, Miles and Hannah happened to walk out from two separate elevator entrances. I instinctively hid in the shadows. As soon as they met, they couldn’t even get into the car before passionately kissing each other. They looked like a couple who had been suppressing their feelings for a long time. After the kiss, Miles gently caressed Hannah’s cheek and said, “Wait for me. Once I become the chairman tomorrow, I’ll find a way to make Charlotte disappear. Then we can be together forever.” Hannah gazed at him obsessively and said, “I know you’ve been preparing for this day for many years. I’ll wait for your success.” A chill ran from my spine to the top of my head, and I almost collapsed. My heart ached as if it had been stabbed countless times. So, Miles was using me all along. How could he face my parents and the child we lost? After they drove away, I stumbled out from the shadows. That night, I didn’t go home. Miles called and messaged me like crazy. I only replied: [See you at the shareholders’ meeting tomorrow.] Miles then reassured me to sleep early, not caring at all where I had gone. The next day, I walked into the meeting room on time. Seeing me, Miles instantly got excited and immediately brought over a proxy form for me to sign. I inherited the largest shares in the group, but I usually let him exercise the voting rights on my behalf. Today, Miles is giving a work report to vie for the chairman position. With my proxy, he can cast 40% of the approval votes for himself. I signed, then turned to see Hannah proudly standing in the employee representatives’ lineup.

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After being reborn, the first thing I, Evie Lewis, did was switch my newborn daughter, Aurora Roberts. Just because in my previous life, shortly after Aurora was born, a medical check-up revealed her blood type was AB. But my blood type is B, and my husband Calvin Roberts is O. There’s no way we could have an AB blood type child. As soon as this result came out, Calvin flew into a rage and immediately demanded a paternity test. The test results showed that Aurora was biologically related to me but not to Calvin. Calvin slapped me, his tone full of disappointment. “I’ve treated you with nothing but love and loyalty, and this is how you repay me!” Calvin’s mother, Vivian Roberts, accused me of cheating and having a child to scam their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone that Aurora’s father could only be Calvin. For a moment, everyone accused me of cheating and called me a slut. Calvin even divorced me and complained online, causing countless netizens to attack me. I had nowhere to go with Aurora, fell into depression, and jumped to my death, never understanding why this happened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Aurora was born. ***** “Evie, you’ve worked hard. I’ll take Aurora for a check-up later.” Calvin’s voice sounded in my ear. He held Aurora with a gentle expression. I jolted suddenly, realizing I had been reborn. Before I could think it through, I immediately spoke to stop him, “No need, I’ll take her. Didn’t you say you have to work overtime at the company today? Don’t stay here.” Calvin was stunned, looking at me with some surprise. He hesitated, “That doesn’t seem right. You just gave birth and need to rest.” The more he declined, the more anxious I felt. I reached out to take the baby. “One day of rest is enough, leave the baby to me.” In my previous life, Aurora was found to have AB blood type after a check-up, and Calvin angrily confronted me about it. He demanded a paternity test and even accused me. As soon as the paternity test came out, he insisted I had cheated, forcing me to leave with nothing and driving me and the child into despair. Thinking about his slander and lies now, I can’t help but feel a chill all over. But just as I was about to take the baby, Vivian, standing nearby, sneered coldly and spoke harshly. “You’re so useless. My son has been taking care of you, and now you’re making him work overtime?” “You do nothing all day and even gave birth to a useless daughter. What a disgrace to the family!” Ever since I married Calvin, Vivian has never treated me kindly. Calvin is filial, so I tolerated everything for his sake, but Vivian only became more arrogant. Now she dares to act so brazenly even in the hospital, making everyone in the ward frown. “What do you mean by that? Isn’t it a father’s duty to take care of the child?” “You’ve had children yourself and know how hard it is, so why are you scolding her?” “You should have changed your preference for boys over girls long ago.” Vivian, used to having her way at home, instantly turned red upon hearing these words. Calvin quickly tried to smooth things over. “Mom, Evie is my wife, it’s my duty to take care of her.” Then he said to me, “Honey, you rest first. We’ll go home and make you something delicious. We’ll be back soon.” His look of being caught in the middle, trying hard to please us, made the originally dissatisfied glances withdraw. I didn’t say anything, just quietly held Aurora back in my arms. Seeing the small mole on her finger, I was certain this was my biological daughter. Calvin didn’t switch her out, nor did he insist on personally taking her for a check-up. But how did Aurora turn out to have AB blood type, and what about that paternity test report? Full of doubts, I made a call to my parents and handed Aurora over to them. Coincidentally, the hospital had an abandoned baby. I adopted an O blood type baby girl and put Aurora’s wristband on her for the check-up. This time, I’ll see how Calvin tries to frame me!

After the check-up, I carried Aurora back to the ward. Not long after, Calvin and Vivian came in with dinner. Calvin said, “Evie, I made this especially for you. Try it.” As soon as the insulated container was opened, the rich aroma of food filled the entire ward. He handed me a spoon and said with a smile, “If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day. Don’t feel shy, my salary card is in your hands, buy whatever you want.” He looked at me dotingly, full of care and affection. The other mothers in the ward saw this and looked over with envy. “Such considerate men are rare nowadays, earning money and taking care of the family.” “You’re really lucky to have such a husband. Life must be comfortable. Just focus on taking care of the baby at home.” “When I ask my husband to buy something, he always complains a bit.” I glanced at Calvin; his gaze was gentle, like a flawless model husband. But in my past life, it was this affectionate look of his that deceived everyone. I let out a cold laugh and slammed the spoon down. I said, “You’re all talk. This meal was still bought with my money.” “You say the salary card is mine, but you interrogate every expense like I’m a criminal, even questioning when I spend two dollars.” “And every time your mom makes things hard for me, all you do is tell me to endure it. You’ve never truly cared about me.” Now everyone’s suspicious eyes all turned to Calvin. He clearly didn’t expect me to explode in public, staring at me in shock and pretending, “What are you talking about?” At this moment, Nurse Amber Martin walked into the ward, holding a few test reports in her hand. Calvin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went up. “Give it to me, let me see the test results.” Vivian squeezed in to look as well, but I was subtly excluded by them. Watching their eager expressions, my heart suddenly sank, and a sense of foreboding quietly arose. The next second, Calvin’s eyes widened. “Why is Aurora’s blood type AB? That’s impossible!” Vivian screamed, “Calvin is type O blood, how could he have a daughter with AB blood type?” She suddenly turned to me, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Evie, what did you do? Aurora isn’t even our child!” The doctor heard the commotion and pushed the door open, frowning as he scolded, “Family member, please don’t make a scene in public.” Vivian became even more agitated when she saw him, grabbing his clothes and crying, “Doctor, you have to judge this for us.” “The child’s mother is type A blood, the father is type O, but the test shows the child is AB! How is that possible?” The doctor frowned. “Generally, parents with type A and type O blood usually won’t have a child with AB blood type. However…” Vivian slapped her thigh and interrupted loudly, “I knew it, Evie must have cheated!” Calvin was still acting, looking dejected. “No way, Mom. I trust Evie, the child must have been switched!” Amber chimed in at the right moment, “Impossible, our hospital’s procedures are very strict. The baby was given a wristband at birth, we wouldn’t make such a mistake!” The three of them exchanged words, and within a few sentences, they convicted me. Vivian glared at me fiercely and suddenly burst into tears, “How did my son marry such an unprincipled woman? She not only cheated but also had a child. Truly shameless!” The hospital room was filled with sighs. Calvin questioned me with a grim face, “Evie, what did I do wrong for you to cheat and betray me?”

I looked at Calvin, momentarily at a loss for words. After years of marriage, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of this child. But he personally tore apart this happiness, making me realize it was only my own expectation. Seeing my silence, a trace of smugness flickered in Calvin’s eyes. Vivian went as far as pointing at me and cursing, outright claiming that Aurora was born from my affair. She said, “I always knew you weren’t a good person. At home, you’re always flaunting yourself, just thinking about seducing others.” “When you gave birth, the delivery room was full of men, and you felt no shame. Turns out you’ve already been seen by everyone!” “I will get to the bottom of this. I will never let an outsider take away our family’s inheritance!” Her sharp voice pierced my ears painfully. I stared at her coldly, then turned to Calvin. “Do you think so too?” He looked indifferent and spoke in a lofty tone. “Even if you’re my wife, I can’t accept this.” “All these years, I’ve catered to your every need, especially after you got pregnant. But you’ve trampled on my sincerity, so I won’t tolerate it anymore!” He spoke righteously, as if he had suffered a great insult. I put on a hurt expression, covered my face, and said, “Just because the blood types don’t match, you assume I cheated? Calvin, I’ve really misjudged you all these years.” “Why are you tarnishing my innocence?” The surrounding mothers and their families, having seen Vivian’s fierceness and now witnessing Calvin’s true colors, showed sympathy and began speaking up for me. “Different blood types prove nothing! Accusing someone of cheating like this is just too unreasonable.” “How can you make such wild guesses about something so serious? If you’re wrong, you’ll ruin your wife’s entire life!” “I used to think you deeply loved your wife, but now I see you don’t trust her at all.” The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Calvin neither got angry nor upset; instead, a barely noticeable hint of delight flashed in his eyes. He said, “Then let’s do a paternity test. Blood types might be wrong, but DNA doesn’t lie!” “If Aurora isn’t my child, Evie, I want you to leave with nothing! Do you dare?” I let out a cold laugh. “Who wouldn’t dare? Let’s go right now! If it turns out you falsely accused me, then you’ll be the one leaving with nothing!” Calvin looked smug, his eyes full of excitement from his plan’s success. We went straight to the testing center for blood sampling. On the way, Calvin had already spread the news widely, posting several videos online, and the buzz quickly escalated. Relatives called one after another, and even reporters followed from the hospital to the testing center. He welcomed everyone, tearfully recounting his story of deep affection and cruel betrayal. I watched coldly, but my mind was racing. Before the checkup, I confirmed the child had type O blood, but AB blood was still detected—it must have been an error during the checkup process. But Calvin wasn’t afraid of the test—why was he so confident? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and a guess flashed through my mind. I immediately lowered my head to message my parents. When we walked out of the identification center, Calvin confidently said, “Evie, I’ll make you pay. You brought all this on yourself.” I looked up at him, my expression still calm. Calvin wouldn’t know that this time, no matter the result, he could never get his way.

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A series of explosions rocked the neighborhood, burying a pregnant woman beneath the rubble. She could die at any moment, along with her baby. As the only medic from the rescue team on site, I was about to rush forward to help when my captain abruptly held me back. “Don’t worry about her for now.” He pointed to the luxury store across the street. “It just blew open. Go check if that limited-edition watch is still there for me.” I froze on the spot. “Captain, there are two lives down there!” He just sneered, patting my dust-stained face. “Kid, can’t you tell priorities? That watch is worth ten years of your salary. Not being able to save someone is an accident, but not getting that watch would be *my* loss.” My whole body trembled, and a buzzing sound filled my ears. It was so loud, it felt surreal. “Captain, what did you say?” Captain Miller, the leader of our highly praised rescue squad, was looking at me with an unfamiliar gaze, one I’d never seen before. There was no urgency in his eyes, only endless greed. “I said, go into that store and get me that watch.” He spoke slowly, deliberately, his finger pointing at “Prestige Jewelers,” the luxury store diagonally across from us, half-collapsed. “It’s a limited-edition Patek Philippe. The explosion just opened it up; it’s the perfect opportunity.” From beneath the debris, the pregnant woman’s groans echoed again, faint but like a needle sharply piercing my heart. Her water had already broken. Blood was seeping into the gravel beneath her. She could suffocate at any moment from internal bleeding or being crushed. Those were two lives! “Captain, you’re insane! There are two lives down there! Her water broke; if we don’t save her now, it’ll be too late!” I practically screamed, my eyes filled with anger and disbelief. Captain Miller just sneered, leaning closer to me. That face, so often hailed as a superhero on TV, was now contorted into a monstrous expression I didn’t recognize. He slapped me, his touch oozing contempt. “Alex, you’re not new to this, are you? Still can’t tell priorities?” “Saving lives *is* our priority!” “Bullshit!” He glared at me fiercely. “Not being able to save them is an accident, an act of God! The brass will just give us some honorary medals and a photo op!” “But not getting that watch? That’s a real loss for Captain Miller! That watch is worth ten years of your salary, understand?” His voice was low, yet eerily calm. I stared at him. I never thought the man who once pulled three children from a burning building, oxygen tank strapped to his back, the man the internet hailed as a national hero, could say something so utterly despicable. “Captain, please, I’m begging you, let’s save her first…” I knelt on the ground, my voice trembling. “Get lost!” He shoved me away, so hard I stumbled backward, crashing into a jagged piece of rebar. A sharp pain shot through my lower back. “What are you standing around for?!” Captain Miller roared at the other team members. “Mike, Tom, you two, come with me over there! Everyone else, secure the perimeter, don’t let any civilians get close!” “Over there”, in his words, meant the direction of the luxury store. Several senior team members looked uneasy, but no one dared to speak up. “Help… help me…” The pregnant woman’s voice came from deep within the rubble, filled with despair. “My baby… save my baby…” That cry was like a sharp spike digging deep into my heart. “Screw it!” I didn’t care anymore! My eyes red, I shoved away the senior team member trying to hold me back. I grabbed the emergency kit from the ground and sprinted like a madman towards the shaky pile of rubble. “Alex! You’re gonna get yourself killed!” Captain Miller’s furious shout exploded behind me. I ignored him, my mind fixed on one thought: Save her! The structure of the rubble was incredibly unstable. I’d barely climbed two steps when a concrete slab slid down from beside me. It smashed near my foot, and flying debris cut my face. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled on all fours towards the pregnant woman. Half her body was pinned under a precast slab. Her face was ashen, and her lips had already started to turn blue. “Hold on! I’ll get you out right now!” I shouted, trying to free the rebar pinning her down. But the rebar was too heavy. I couldn’t move it by myself. Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed my collar from behind, yanking me backward. I tumbled off the rubble, hitting the ground hard, feeling my head spin. Captain Miller glared at me, his eyes bloodshot. “Are you rebelling, huh? Can’t you understand plain English?” He kicked my medical kit, sending syringes and bandages scattering across the ground. “That’s a life! No, two lives!” I braced myself on the ground, struggling to get up, but he stomped his foot on my shoulder. “I said, I’m getting that damn watch today!” His facial muscles twitched with rage. “Brock, Mark, keep an eye on him! If he moves again, tie him up right here!”

Two burly team members immediately stepped forward, grabbing my arms, one on each side. I could only watch, helpless, as Captain Miller directed the other two to carefully clear the obstacles leading to the luxury store. Meanwhile… The pregnant woman’s groans gradually faded. Minutes ticked by, and my heart sank deeper into an icy abyss. I could see the pool of blood beneath the pregnant woman slowly expanding, staining a large patch of dust. Her hand hung limply, a simple ring on her finger. About twenty minutes later, a cheer erupted from Captain Miller’s side. A team member emerged from the rubble, clutching a velvet box, and presented it to Captain Miller. “Captain, we found it! Completely unharmed!” Captain Miller snatched the box, opening it impatiently. A exquisitely crafted watch lay inside, its dial glinting blindingly in the sunlight. He greedily caressed the watch, a look of utter satisfaction on his face. “Sarah, your anniversary gift… finally in my hands…” I stared at him, my hatred so intense I wanted to tear him limb from limb. He, however, carefully tucked the watch into his jacket pocket. Then, he slowly turned his head, glancing indifferently in the direction of the pregnant woman, and asked with feigned concern: “How’s it looking over there?” “Alex, go check. See if she’s still breathing.” He gestured towards me with his chin, as if talking about a trivial matter. The two team members released me. My legs felt like jelly; I practically crawled over. As I approached the rubble, a heavy smell of blood assaulted my senses. My hand trembled as I reached for the woman’s carotid artery. The pulse had just stopped. Two lives lost. Mother and child, both gone. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood and dust. Just as I was consumed by immense grief and self-reproach, a familiar phone ringtone broke the silence. It was Captain Miller’s phone. He impatiently pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and his face instantly twisted into that sickeningly sweet smile again. He cleared his throat, a smile plastered on his face as he answered the call. “Hey, Sarah? Don’t worry, I’ll be done here soon. You…” “Strange, why isn’t anyone talking? Hello? Sarah?” He hadn’t even finished his sentence when a voice called out from the rubble behind me. The sound was faint, but I was close enough to hear it clearly. I stiffly lowered my head, following the sound. Next to the pregnant woman’s limply hanging hand, a phone with a shattered screen was stubbornly glowing. On the screen, the caller’s name was displayed. Captain Miller. **[截断点]**

Captain Miller was still staring blankly at the phone, and I felt a chill run down my spine. On the blood-stained screen of that phone, two words were clearly displayed—’Husband.’ And the caller? It was Captain Miller himself! My brain felt like it was about to explode. I stiffly turned my head, staring intently at the man not far away who was still gloating over a watch. So, the watch he’d gone to such lengths to get, willing to sacrifice two lives in the process… He wanted to give it to the woman whose life he had just personally ended. How ironic! How utterly ridiculous! “Sarah? Talk to me! If you don’t say anything, I’m hanging up!” Captain Miller shouted impatiently, seemingly about to end the call. It was at that exact moment that I found a burst of strength from somewhere deep inside. I violently broke free from their grasp, rushed forward, and snatched the phone from the rubble. The screen was still lit, the call still connected. Trembling, I raised the phone to my ear. “Why is it so noisy over there? Where are you? I told you to wait for me at home, didn’t I?” Captain Miller’s voice came through the receiver, laced with concern. I looked up, our eyes locking. His expression instantly froze, turning to shock and then fury. “Alex! What the hell are you doing?!” He immediately rushed towards me like a madman. I didn’t dodge. Instead, I used every ounce of strength I had, screaming at him, word by agonizing word: “She’s dead.” “You killed her!” Captain Miller’s steps abruptly halted, the color draining from his face. He stared, his pupils constricted, as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “You… what did you say?” I didn’t answer him. I just turned the phone screen towards him, then pointed with my other hand at the rubble. “Aren’t you looking for your wife?” “She’s right there.” “For your damn watch, she and your child are gone!” Boom! It was as if an explosion had gone off in Captain Miller’s own head. He stumbled, then lunged frantically towards the rubble, his gaze locked on the limp hand. The wedding ring on her finger was the one he had personally placed there on their wedding anniversary last year. “No… no… this can’t be real…” He mumbled, reaching out, but then recoiling, afraid to touch the cold body. The surrounding team members were all stunned, standing rooted to the spot, speechless. “Ah—!!!” A piercing scream tore from Captain Miller’s throat. He knelt on the ground, frantically clawing at the concrete slabs pressing down on his wife, his fingernails tearing, blood dripping. “Sarah! Sarah, wake up! Look at me!” “I was wrong! I’m a bastard! I’m not human!” The cold body, no matter how much he cried, offered no response. Suddenly, Captain Miller whipped his head around, his bloodshot eyes locking onto me. They surged with endless malice and madness. “It was you!” “It’s all your fault! You killed her!” He lunged at me like a cornered beast. “If you hadn’t wasted my time arguing with me here! I would have saved her already!” “You killed my wife and child! I’m going to kill you!” He tackled me to the ground, his crimson eyes filled with murder, his hands clamping tightly around my throat. “Captain! Calm down!” “Captain Miller! You’re insane!” Several team members reacted, scrambling to pull him off me. But Captain Miller’s strength was astonishing at that moment; even all of them couldn’t budge him. Just when I thought I was going to die right there, Captain Miller was suddenly yanked off me by a powerful force. It was Brock and Mark. “Captain, calm down! Killing someone is a crime!” Brock held him in a death grip. Captain Miller was still thrashing wildly, cursing incessantly, pushing all the blame onto me. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. I looked at this man, completely consumed by madness, and felt not an ounce of sympathy. He wasn’t grieving; he just wanted to find a scapegoat for his crimes. “Hold him!” Captain Miller suddenly calmed down, his voice hoarse, but with an undeniable command. “Tie him up, and gag him!” Brock and Mark hesitated. “Captain, this…” “I said, tie him up!” Captain Miller pointed at me, his face twisted. “No one is to speak a word of what happened today!” “Just say… just say the pregnant woman was beyond saving when she was found! And Alex, distraught from the shock, lost his mind and started spouting nonsense!”

He swept his gaze over every team member present, his eyes terrifyingly cold. “Anyone who dares to breathe a word of what happened today, don’t blame me for not being merciful!” Even at a time like this, all he cared about was protecting his own reputation! Brock and Mark exchanged glances, a flicker of hesitation in their eyes, but eventually, they walked towards me. “Sorry, Alex.” They grabbed me, one on each side, and pulled out a length of rope. “Don’t you dare!” “You’re helping a criminal! You’re accomplices!” Mark turned his face away, unable to meet my eyes. “We’re just following orders.” I struggled violently, knowing that once they had me under control, I would never get another chance to speak. In the chaos, I kicked Mark in the knee. As he cried out in pain and loosened his grip, I lunged forward. I had only one thought—run! Run to the police tape outside! There were cops and reporters there! “Get him! Don’t let him get away!” Captain Miller’s roar echoed behind me. Brock and Mark immediately gave chase. I’d barely run fifty feet when Brock kicked me hard in the back of the knee, sending me sprawling to the ground. The phone, belonging to Captain Miller’s wife, flew from my grasp, sliding to rest near a broken pillar not far away. That was the evidence! Ignoring the searing pain in my leg, I struggled to crawl towards the phone. But Brock had already caught up. He stomped his foot hard on my back. “Alex, don’t blame us. Blame yourself for seeing what you shouldn’t have.” I saw him raise the crowbar high, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped me. Just as I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst, a calm, authoritative voice suddenly cut through the dust not far away. “Stop!” “What are you doing?!” Several command vehicles, marked with police and fire department logos, abruptly appeared outside the cordon. Car doors opened, and a group of people in different uniforms rushed over. Leading them was a middle-aged man with insignia on his shoulder. His gaze swept over the chaotic scene. “Stop!” “With such a major incident happening, are you rescue workers here to fight?!” Then, his gaze fell on the cowering Captain Miller. “Captain Miller! What in the world is going on here?!” Captain Miller stiffly turned his head. Seeing the newcomer, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. And I, meeting the middle-aged man’s scrutinizing gaze, couldn’t help but crack a chilling smile. “Director, don’t blame our captain.” “After all, your family isn’t dead inside…”

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