• Married for Five Years, All a Lie

    Seraphina pushed open the booth door, just in time to hear a group of men inside discussing the brutal impact of first love. “Your turn, Julian, we’ve all spilled, you can’t back out now.” Hearing that name, Seraphina’s hand on the doorknob froze. After a long, heavy silence, Julian took a slow sip of his drink. A moment later, a low, husky voice, laced with the burn of his drink, finally broke the quiet. “I have her name tattooed near my heart. It’s never been removed.” “My biker jacket has a bloodstain from our very first time together. I’ve kept it, always.” “My current girlfriend? She’s her stand-in.” Each word struck Seraphina like a bolt of lightning. She felt her blood run cold, as if she’d plunged into an icy abyss. She, a mere stand-in for his first love?! The booth went silent for a beat, then erupted into a roar of cheers. “Holy sh*t, dude! That’s intense!” “Only you, Julian. You just won the whole damn game in three sentences. You’re a hopeless romantic, man.” “Heard Elara is returning from abroad soon. Since you’ve never forgotten her, won’t you two rekindle things? All those years of pining wouldn’t be for nothing. But what about your current girlfriend? Isn’t she your sister’s best friend? If you screw this up, they won’t even be friends anymore, will they?” Julian went silent, just for a beat. He didn’t answer. Seeing someone inside the booth about to step out, a pale Seraphina jolted awake. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled downstairs. Outside, it was pouring rain, but she walked right into it, as if she’d lost all sensation. The icy needles of rain lashed against her face, mixing with her own hot tears as they streamed down. Her eyes blurred with tears, the words she’d just heard echoing endlessly in her mind. Memories, like a slow tide, began to surge. Cole Remington was her best friend’s older brother, four years her senior. The first time she ever saw him, she and Skylar were cornered in an alley, being harassed by a group of bullies. They were at their wit’s end when Cole appeared on his motorcycle. He unlatched his helmet with a long, clean hand, his voice cool as he asked, “Are you the ones bothering my kid sister?” The moment he took off his helmet, revealing his face, Aurora Hayes felt her heart pound. Skylar had often gushed about her incredibly handsome older brother, but seeing him in person still took Aurora’s breath away. What was even more impressive was how effortlessly he took down the bullies with just a few high kicks, leaving them completely defeated. Back then, every girl in high school had a crush, except for her. But that day, she found hers. She fell for her best friend’s brother. As she entered college, her features matured and she grew into her looks. Egged on by Skylar, Aurora finally mustered the courage to pursue Cole. She prepared thoughtful breakfasts every day, constantly engineered “chance” encounters, and meticulously researched his hobbies to find topics of conversation. She pulled out all the stops, but Cole always treated her like a kid, distant and indifferent. Only occasionally would he lose himself for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face. It wasn’t until that day, when he was driving her home and an accident seemed imminent, that she threw herself in front of him without a second thought. Luckily, the brakes engaged just in time. She wasn’t seriously injured, just a nail-sized cut near her eye where it had grazed the seat. It was a minor scratch, but Cole was uncharacteristically agitated. He insisted on taking her to the hospital and repeatedly asked the doctor if it would scar. Only after receiving reassurance did he finally relax, then immediately scolded her, demanding to know why she’d lunged at him, asking if she had a death wish. Aurora looked at him, her eyes shining brightly, her affection completely unconcealed. “Because I like you, Cole.” Cole froze, then gave a cold, cynical smile. “Like? You’re just a kid. Do you even know what ‘like’ means? How long do you think that ‘like’ will last?” “Forever!” she declared without hesitation. “Cole, I’ll like you forever.” Perhaps it was the unwavering conviction in her tone, the sheer sincerity, that made Cole reach out for the first time and gently touch her cheek. He sighed, finally speaking the words she’d longed to hear. “Aurora, let’s give it a try.” From that day on, they were officially a couple. For three years, Cole, despite his reserved nature, was always there for her in the ways that mattered. Aurora never dared to ask for more. Until tonight, when a conversation she overheard shattered her self-made dream. The truth was, his occasional distracted stares at her face were because she was a substitute. The truth was, his fear of her face being injured was because she was a substitute. And the truth was, whenever they were intimate, he liked to look at her face… It was because she was a substitute. She sobbed uncontrollably, drenched and heartbroken, until she returned home, completely drained of strength, and collapsed helplessly on the floor. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly came back to herself. The tear tracks on her face had dried, and her mind felt clear. Aurora pulled a business card from her bag. It was given to her two weeks ago at a bar by a talent scout, after she impulsively sang an original song she’d written for Cole. He said she had an excellent voice and striking looks, asking if she was interested in becoming a singer. The company would take her abroad for three years of secret training, turning her into an A-list star. Singing was Aurora’s greatest passion, and she’d certainly harbored dreams of stardom. But to stay by Cole’s side, she’d refused the scout’s offer. Yet he’d insisted on leaving his contact information. Now, knowing the truth, there was no longer any reason for her to stay. Gazing at the number on the card, Aurora raised her cold, pale hand and dialed. The moment it connected, she cleared her hoarse, tired voice and spoke softly. “Hello, this is Aurora Hayes. I accept your offer to sign.” “Miss Hayes! You finally made up your mind? Great! Let’s connect on SnapChat and meet tomorrow.” Hearing the delighted voice on the other end, Aurora nodded, then quietly added him on SnapChat. Shortly after the call ended, she heard footsteps approaching the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Cole walked in, holding an umbrella. Seeing her sitting on the floor, disheveled, he frowned. “Why are you all wet?” “Forgot my umbrella.” Her damp hair obscured Aurora’s face, and as the sensor light dimmed, Cole couldn’t see her expression. He ruffled her hair. “Still acting like a kid. Remember to check the weather forecast next time.” Aurora didn’t respond. After he turned and entered the bathroom, she slowly pushed herself up, her body half-numb, and went to the other bathroom. After showering, she lay in bed, staring blankly at the white wall. A moment later, Cole slid under the covers beside her. The familiar scent of cedar wood filled her nostrils, and Aurora couldn’t help but recall what had happened that afternoon. She found herself hugging him, then slowly, slowly, pulling up Cole’s pajama shirt. Just an inch above his heart, three letters were distinctly tattooed: JZY! This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the tattoo. In moments of passion, she’d glimpsed it countless times, curious but never daring to ask. Now, seeing it again, her eyes welled up. Her voice, low and choked, asked, “What do these three letters mean?” Cole paused for two seconds, his gaze following hers downward. His voice was soft, yet imbued with an endless tenderness and affection she hadn’t felt from him in three years. “It means something very important.” He paused, as if misunderstanding her intention to pull up his shirt. “Alright, you got caught in the rain today, so I’ll leave you alone. Get some sleep.” With that, he gently pushed her hand away, pulled down his shirt, and turned off the light. The bedroom plunged into a suffocating silence. Only her silent tears continued to flow, dissolving into the boundless darkness of the night. The next morning, Cole was up early. Skipping breakfast, he was putting on his shoes, ready to leave. Seeing the relentless rain outside and remembering how much he hated going out in such weather, Aurora called out to him. “Don’t you have any flights scheduled recently? Why are you going out?” Cole seemed in good spirits, a faint smile gracing his usually cool eyes. He picked up his umbrella, twisted the doorknob, and said, “I have some important things to take care of. You stay home and be good.” His last words faded just as the door clicked shut. Watching his receding figure, Aurora silently turned back to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on his phone, which was vibrating endlessly on the bedside table. She picked it up and saw the SnapChat chat interface. At the top center of the screen, the name of the chat partner appeared: Seraphina. “What time’s your flight today? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t leave the terminal, I’ll drive to pick you up.” That eager tone, that concerned voice, was a stark contrast to his cool “remember to check the weather forecast” from last night. So, when it was pouring rain, he *would* go out to pick up someone he truly cared about. Aurora had only glanced at it when she heard footsteps at the door. She put the phone down and slipped into the walk-in closet before Cole entered the room. By the time she finished her makeup and came out, the phone was gone, and the house was empty. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs to hail a cab. Upon arriving at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Aurora spotted Mr. Davis, the talent scout, waiting for her at the entrance. After exchanging pleasantries, they went into a private room. Mr. Davis thoroughly explained the training plan and future career development, then produced a contract. Seeing the bold red “Luminara Records” seal on it, Aurora paused. Luminara Records was one of the top entertainment companies globally; countless people fought tooth and nail to get in. And she had almost given it all up. She offered a self-deprecating smile, then, without hesitation, signed her name. After receiving the signed contract, Mr. Davis’s face lit up with a look of having struck gold, his eyes crinkling with a wide smile. “Miss Hayes, when you refused me before, I truly felt it was such a waste. But I’m glad you came around. A true gem wasn’t left hidden after all. Don’t worry, Luminara’s strength in the industry is top-tier. We will definitely get you onto the most dazzling stage. This training will be an intensive, closed-door program. Go home, prepare, and we’ll depart in fifteen days.” Aurora made a mental note of the date and bid him a polite farewell. On her way home, Cole’s call suddenly came through, his voice incredibly urgent. “You’re not home?” She paused, about to speak, when she heard him again the next second: “No matter where you are, come to City General Hospital right now!” In all their time together, Aurora had never heard him sound so anxious. She hesitated for a few seconds, then told the driver to turn around. When she arrived at the ER, she saw Cole standing there, perfectly fine. It wasn’t him who was hurt, then it must be… Before she could even ask what had happened, a nurse led her into an adjacent room. “You’re O-negative, right?” Aurora, confused, nodded. The nurse immediately asked about her health and then plunged a thick needle directly into her skin. The sharp sting in her arm made her wince, and she realized with a jolt that she was donating blood. As the nurse monitored the blood flow, she chatted with Aurora. “Sweetheart, what’s your relationship with that handsome guy outside? His girlfriend was in a car accident outside the airport and was rushed in. He was frantic, even pulled strings to get our chief of staff here. The hospital’s blood bank was low, and he kept making call after call, finally calling you. He must be madly in love with his girlfriend.” Hearing those words, Aurora felt her heart clench. It was as if a pair of hands had gripped her heart tightly and then released it, yet she still couldn’t breathe, the lingering pain refusing to fade. So, Cole had called her here just to make her donate blood for Seraphina Thorne?! Not to mention how hurtful it was to have a substitute donate blood for the original, but he clearly knew she suffered from severe anemia… Had he forgotten, or did he simply not care in his desperation to save Seraphina? After the blood draw, she sat there for a full half-hour before slowly recovering. During that time, Cole never once came to check on her or ask a single question. It was easy to guess he was still by Seraphina’s side. Of course, she was just a substitute; how could she ever deserve his pity? Aurora gave a self-deprecating smile, then, leaning on the wall, she walked out and saw the operating room light switch off. The doctor pushed the patient out, and Cole quickly strode forward, his face etched with anxiety, following the gurney into the patient room. Through the window, Aurora watched him sitting by the bed, tightly holding Seraphina’s pale hands, his face a mix of fervent pleading and lingering terror. Her breath caught in her throat. In her memory, no matter what happened, Cole had always maintained a calm and detached demeanor, as if nothing concerned him. In the five years she’d known him, this was the first time she’d seen such an expression. This, then, was how he truly loved someone. For the next four or five days, Cole didn’t return home. Aurora knew he was at the hospital and didn’t contact him. She did three things. First, she submitted her resignation to her company. Second, she pulled out her suitcase and began packing. Third, she marked her departure date on the calendar. Watching the days draw nearer, her deeply confused heart slowly began to settle. On the first clear day after the rainy season ended, Cole finally came home. Almost immediately, he noticed that something was off in the apartment. He saw the cardboard boxes by the wall and frowned. “Why did you bring all your office things home?” Then he spotted the luggage in the bedroom, his breathing hitching slightly. “Why are you suddenly packing?” Finally, he saw the calendar on the wall with a circle drawn around a date, and turned to her. “What’s the circle on the 30th mean?” Three questions in a row made Aurora pause her actions. She didn’t hide anything. “I found a job I prefer recently, so I resigned. I’m packing because I’m moving somewhere quite far away. The 30th is the day I leave.” Taking a soft breath, she prepared to tell him about her departure and their breakup. “Do you have a moment? There’s something very important I want to discuss with you, I…” Mid-sentence, Cole’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing Seraphina Thorne’s name on the screen, he quickly answered. Through the receiver, Seraphina’s sweet voice came through. “Cole, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. My friends are throwing a welcome-back party for me. Want to come?” Cole was about to agree, but then seemed to remember something, glancing at Aurora. “What were you just saying you wanted to talk about? Was it important?” With that question, what else was there for her to understand? She shook her head. “No, it’s not important. If you have something to do, go ahead.” Hearing that unfamiliar voice, Seraphina chuckled, surprised. “Your girlfriend’s there too? Then bring her along! She’s the one who donated blood for me, right? I haven’t properly thanked her yet.” Cole froze at the mention of blood donation, instinctively covering the receiver and moving aside. What they discussed, Aurora didn’t know, but Cole left the house with her. She hadn’t even had a chance to refuse when he eagerly ushered her into the car. On the way, he offered a brief explanation for what had happened a few days prior. “The person who just called is… a friend of mine. She was in a car accident shortly after returning to the country a few days ago, and the hospital’s blood bank was low. I remembered you two have the same blood type, and the situation was urgent, so I called you. I didn’t have time to explain. Have you been upset about it these past few days, since you haven’t messaged me?” “No, I have anemia, so I’ve been resting these past few days, which is why I haven’t contacted you.” Aurora’s tone was flat, as if she didn’t care at all. Seeing her pale face, Cole’s heart clenched, and a wave of guilt washed over him. *Right, how could he have forgotten her anemia?* He was about to apologize and ask what gift she wanted as compensation, but she had already closed her eyes, seemingly indifferent. In the end, he could only stop himself from speaking. The two got out of the car and walked directly to the designated private room. But as soon as they pushed open the door, they felt the oppressive atmosphere in the room. It was supposed to be a welcome-back party, but almost everyone present was male, mostly Cole’s friends. They all looked at him, hesitant, as if wanting to say something. But before they could speak, Seraphina smiled and greeted them, “You’re here.” Her gaze fell on Aurora’s face, and she paused, then smiled again. “So this is your little girlfriend? She looks so young. Thanks for donating blood for me last time, you actually saved my life, you know. From now on, if you ever need anything, just ask, and I’ll be there.” Aurora forced a smile. “You flatter me.” Seraphina chuckled, told them to sit anywhere, and then went to greet other newly arrived guests. Though Seraphina wasn’t near, Cole’s gaze remained fixed on her. Seeing her chatting and laughing with other men, his face immediately darkened. When he saw her take a few extra bites of a macaroon, he silently instructed a server to bring all the macaroons in the club to her table. When a champagne tower was accidentally knocked over and threatened to fall on her, he immediately rose and shielded her in his arms. “Careful!” Sharp glass shards cut his left hand in several places. Everyone urged him to go to the hospital to get it treated. But he just casually wrapped a silk scarf around it, completely unconcerned. “Minor injury, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Watching the white silk scarf stain red with blood, Aurora put the car keys she had just taken out back into her bag. The room was quiet for a few minutes, then quickly regained its lively atmosphere. At eight o’clock, seeing that everyone was having a good time, Seraphina picked up the microphone and announced loudly, “Everyone’s here now, so I can finally announce something important!” “I’m sure you all know I broke up with my ex before coming back. I called everyone here today for a blind date. I’m looking for a new boyfriend!” At that, everyone fearfully looked at Cole. He said nothing, just stared intently at her, crushing the glass in his hand! Blood covered his hand, but Seraphina was oblivious, instead raising her glass to him with a smile. “Cole, I didn’t call you here for nothing. I need you to help me vet these guys, tell me which of your friends is a good match for me?” The private room fell silent. Seeing everyone’s evasive glances and Cole’s darkened face, Aurora finally understood why the atmosphere had been so strange when they first arrived. Just as everyone was on edge, a guy sitting in the middle suddenly stood up. “I…” Before he could even finish “need to use the restroom,” Cole flipped the table in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping over the guy. “You dare to say yes, you damn well try me?!” Suddenly challenged, the friend was speechless, unsure whether to stand or sit. Cole, his hand clenched and bloody, walked up to Seraphina, his eyes red and his voice trembling with accusation. “Seraphina Thorne, sometimes I really wonder if you have a heart.” With that, he turned and left the private room without looking back, slamming the door shut. He had completely forgotten he’d left his girlfriend behind. With things escalating like this, the welcome party couldn’t continue. Aurora offered a self-deprecating smile and headed to the restroom. As she walked down the hallway, she heard Cole’s friends arguing with Seraphina Thorne. “Seraphina, what are you thinking? Why do you insist on pulling stunts to anger Cole? You, more than anyone, should know he’s always wanted to get back with you, right? He’s been so obsessed with you, who among us would dare make a move?” “Just because he wants to get back together, I should agree? With no sincerity at all?” “Sincerity? Damn it, what more sincerity do you want?! Do you have any idea what he’s been through all these years? In our circles, you don’t see this kind of devotion. He, a golden boy from a powerful family, how crazy has he been for you?” “After you broke up and went abroad, he drank every day, almost killing himself. The moment you’d post on Ins about liking something, he’d immediately buy it, no matter the cost, then fly abroad overnight to secretly leave it at your doorstep. A while ago, you told your best friend you hadn’t seen fireworks in ages, and he immediately arranged a grand fireworks show in Paris. Don’t tell me you didn’t know any of this…” Hearing the friend’s indignant tone, Aurora’s hand trembled slightly. In the years they had been together, Cole had often disappeared mysteriously. It turned out it was all for Seraphina. The argument in the hallway intensified, but Seraphina seemed utterly unconcerned. “He’s willing to do all that for me, it’s not like I forced him. Besides, they’re just minor things, what’s the big deal? Let’s see him risk his life for me one day.” “Seraphina, you’re just taking advantage of Cole’s love and pushing your luck! One day, when his patience runs out and he stops loving you, you’ll regret it!” “Stop loving me? Laughable. He even found a girlfriend who’s my substitute. How could he not love me? My business with him is none of your concern!” Seraphina’s tone was full of certainty. After saying that, she turned around, smug, only to come face to face with Aurora, who was standing not far away! Seeing her there, everyone froze. Seraphina, however, quickly recovered. With Cole gone, she dropped her polite facade and swept a pitying glance over Aurora. “You heard all that? Good. Otherwise, it would be too pathetic to remain in the dark. Little girl, you’re nothing but a minor character in Cole and my story. I advise you to cut your losses and leave now.” With that, she clicked away on her high heels. The hallway instantly fell silent, leaving Cole’s friends red-faced and stammering explanations. “Aurora, it’s not what you heard, it’s… it’s…” They desperately wanted to explain, but couldn’t find the right words. Because everyone knew the truth was exactly as it seemed. Seeing how nervous they were, Aurora didn’t want to make it harder for them. She asked nothing, simply turned and left. As she reached the ground floor, hailing a cab, a rose-colored sports car suddenly sped past, splashing through a puddle. Dirty water splattered all over Aurora, drenching half her clothes. She frowned, looking up, and saw Seraphina’s gloating face behind the car window. “Little extra, if you don’t wise up and leave on your own, you might end up even more pathetic than this!” With that, she drove off. Aurora pulled tissues from her bag and slowly wiped the water from her face. She tossed the wet tissues into a bin, then looked up at the clear blue sky, a single tear falling. *An extra?* No, she was never anyone’s extra. Cole Remington was simply written out of her script. Back home, Aurora’s mood had settled. She ate something, showered, and then rested. At three in the morning, the bedroom light suddenly flickered on. A drunken Cole stumbled in, grabbing the startled Aurora and pulling her into his arms. “Why do you have to torment me like this? You know I can’t let you go, why won’t you give me another chance?” “You know I like you, yet you go on blind dates right in front of me. Do you enjoy humiliating me? Are you happy seeing me suffer for you? Fine, I’m in pain. I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you’re still mine.” Seeing the agony on his face, Aurora exerted some strength and struggled out of his embrace. She watched him collapse onto the bed, still mumbling Seraphina’s name, and offered a self-deprecating smile. *So this is what you’re like when you love someone.* *So our three years together really meant nothing to you.* Her eyes red, she picked up a pillow and left the bedroom, turning off the light. The room plunged back into darkness. Cole continued to ramble in his drunken stupor, but no one was listening. The next day, Cole didn’t wake until noon. His head felt like it was splitting from the hangover as he forced himself to sit up. Aurora was by the window, tidying small trinkets. Seeing her back, a vague memory flashed in his mind, and he froze. “I drank too much yesterday. Did I say anything dumb?” Seeing her shake her head, Cole’s suspended heart slowly eased. He raised a hand to rub his temple, pulled at a wound, and winced. Aurora, who had just turned around, saw the untreated wound on his hand, inflamed from drinking. Cole was a pilot; he’d need to fly again. Only now did he remember he needed to take care of it. “Where’s the first-aid kit?” Aurora said nothing, turning to retrieve the first-aid kit from the living room. “It has everything you could need.” Cole couldn’t help but chuckle. “How could it have everything…?” But when he opened it, seeing the orderly array of medicines, from cold remedies to stomach pills, he froze. “You… prepared all this?” Aurora nodded. “Yes. You’re a pilot, you can’t get hurt, so I prepared the medicine very carefully, just in case you needed it in a hurry.” At her words, Cole’s mind buzzed, and he suddenly remembered a cascade of things he’d belatedly realized. He thought of the countless nights he’d returned home drunk, and how she’d tirelessly brewed hangover cures for him; how she’d immediately looked up recipes and learned to cook anything he casually mentioned wanting to eat; how, over the years, whenever he had been sick, big or small, she’d always known how to handle it… He remembered when they first started dating, Skylar had repeatedly told him that Aurora was a pampered princess who never had to lift a finger at home and that he needed to fulfill his duties as a boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, yet in this relationship, Aurora had always been the one taking care of him. In that moment, Cole was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He looked at her, his face full of shame, wanting to say something. But then he saw her pick up her bag, seemingly not intending to treat his wound, but preparing to leave. He was surprised. “Are you going out?” Aurora hummed, putting on her hat. “Skylar and I planned to have lunch together.” Cole then remembered his sister had just returned from a trip. He quickly grabbed the medicine, hastily treated his hand, and followed her to the entryway. “I’ll drive you.” Aurora was about to refuse, but he took her hand directly, grabbed his car keys, and led her out the door. Once in the car, Cole set the GPS while asking about their afternoon plans. Hearing they were going shopping, he was about to offer to join them when his phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at it, pulled the car to the side of the road, and looked at Aurora apologetically. “I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a message about a last-minute flight assignment. Aurora, can you take a cab?” Aurora had seen his flight mission notification, so she knew he wasn’t lying. She nodded and opened the car door. After his car disappeared from sight, she hailed a taxi. When she arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, Skylar had already placed their order. She excitedly pulled out a gift and presented it to Aurora, her voice brimming with joy. “Ta-da! My travel gift! Open it quickly and see if you like it!” Aurora placed the gift on her lap, not opening it immediately. Instead, she looked up at Skylar, her expression serious. “Skylar, there’s something I want to tell you. I… plan to break up with your brother and then go to Vienna for advanced studies. It’ll probably be for three years.” Skylar’s eyes widened. “What?! Why so sudden? You two were doing so well, why break up?” Aurora smiled, telling her the truth. “Because your brother doesn’t like me. He only got together with me because I look like his ex-girlfriend. He’s always treated me as a substitute.” She had long since made peace with it, so she spoke without emotion. But Skylar, upon hearing this, was instantly enraged. She slammed her hand on the table, her voice filled with disbelief. “Ex-girlfriend? Who? That Seraphina Thorne? When they broke up, Cole seemed to be drunk all the time. After all these years, he still hasn’t gotten over her? How does that Seraphina even look like you? You’re so much prettier than her! My brother ignores you, someone who’s completely devoted to him, and still thinks about her, even using you as her substitute?!” The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Finally, she abandoned her meal. After inquiring about Cole’s whereabouts for a while, she stormed out. Aurora knew Skylar was always very afraid of her brother, but now she was sticking up for her like this. Aurora was deeply touched, but she had already decided to let Cole go and didn’t want things to get ugly, so she quickly tried to stop her. But despite her efforts, Skylar still rushed to the Nightfall Club. At the private room door, just as she was about to push it open, she saw Seraphina standing in the center of the crowd, looking haughtily at Cole. “If you want me to forgive you so badly, fine. Give me a piggyback ride, and I’ll consider it.” At her words, Cole hadn’t even spoken, but several of his friends immediately bristled, stepping forward to intervene. “Seraphina Thorne, you’re going too far! You were the one in the wrong that day, making a big deal about picking a boyfriend, which made Cole angry enough to storm out!” “Now you casually say you want to see him, and Cole, to make you happy, even pushed off an urgent last-minute work assignment and came here to apologize without even changing out of his uniform. Why are you being so unreasonable!” “Exactly! Cole is no ordinary person. No one in this city’s most exclusive circles would dare speak so arrogantly to him. How can you humiliate him like this!” Facing these accusations, Seraphina remained unfazed. “I don’t care about any of that. He was so fierce that day, he scared me. So, I want him to apologize like this. Besides, what’s wrong with giving the person you like a piggyback ride? If he’s too high and mighty, he shouldn’t have come to me.” Amidst the swirling arguments, Cole’s face was cold. A moment later, he met Seraphina’s spoiled gaze and said in a low voice, “If I give you a ride, will you stop looking for boyfriends?” “Yes.” Receiving her firm answer, Cole unbuttoned the top few buttons of his pilot uniform and slowly bent down. “Get on.” Everyone’s mouths hung open, their eyes wide with shock. Seeing Seraphina triumphantly climb onto his back, Skylar, standing outside the private room, was fuming. She gritted her teeth, ready to charge in, but Aurora dragged her into the elevator. Skylar struggled and cursed, then turned back, about to tell Aurora to let go, but she froze the moment she saw Aurora’s expression. There was no emotion on Aurora’s face, but tears were streaming down like broken pearls, pattering onto Skylar’s hand and extinguishing the fire in her heart. She quickly pulled Aurora into a hug, anxiously and tenderly wiping her tears, her own voice catching in her throat. “Aurora, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” “Okay, okay, you don’t have to be with my brother anymore. I’ll introduce you to other handsome guys later, alright?” Aurora smiled, trying hard to swallow the bitterness, but her sobs wouldn’t stop. “Actually, actually, I’m not that sad. I’ve decided to let him go and start a new life.” But why were the tears falling? Perhaps witnessing it all firsthand, remembering so many past events, she was suddenly struck by a realization. It turned out that when Cole truly loved someone, he would be affected by their emotions, he would rush to them regardless of anything, he would humble himself and soften his pride. His love would be undeniably clear for all to see. And she had never been loved by him. Back home, Aurora’s mood had calmed. Waking up, another day had passed, bringing her closer to her departure. She went alone to a concert of her favorite singer, recording the blue sea of glow sticks swaying with the cheering crowd. She pinned this video to the top of her Ins profile, then deleted all the posts she had shared during their relationship. Her few close friends, knowing she was pursuing her dreams, left encouraging comments. “Aurora, I hope one day I can be your biggest fan too!” “Future superstar, is it too much to ask for a signed autograph now?” Cole, who had been uncontactable for days, also liked the post. Seeing the sudden red heart, Aurora was surprised. She remembered Cole never posted on Ins and never looked at other people’s posts. It wasn’t until she saw a few messages from Skylar that she understood why. “Aurora, I got that girl’s SnapChat, it’s driving me crazy!” Below it were several screenshots of Seraphina’s daily posts: sunsets by the beach, leisurely strolls through flower fields, city lights and candlelight dinners… Each post had a comment from Cole. “Why didn’t you post the one I took?” “I heard the cherry blossoms on West Hill are blooming too. I’ll take you in a couple of days.” “Shrimp is a bit hard to peel, but since you like it, I don’t mind.” Scrolling through them, it was like a typical couple’s dating diary. It turned out he’d been so busy monitoring Seraphina’s comments that he’d accidentally seen hers and casually liked it. Aurora offered a small smile, reassured Skylar a few times, and quietly organized all the gifts Cole had given her, the various couple’s items they’d bought, and the photos and diary entries from the past three years. She made several trips to carry them downstairs, ready to throw them away, when she saw Cole suddenly return. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile gracing his eyes. Seeing her, he paused, then veered to greet her. “What’s in the boxes? Are you throwing all this away?” “Just some old clutter I don’t need.” Cole nodded, handed her a cake he was holding, and bent down to help. The moment she saw the cake, Aurora froze for a second. “Why did you suddenly buy a cake?” At her words, Cole stopped, his face slightly falling as he looked at her. “You don’t remember? Today is my birthday.” *His birthday?* Aurora just remembered it was around this time. A month ago, she had been agonizing over what gift to get him. But after learning she was a substitute and deciding to leave, she had completely forgotten about it. After all, he would soon be her ex-boyfriend, what was the point of remembering his birthday? Seeing the fleeting look of realization on her face, Cole’s breathing deepened slightly. Many people had sent him birthday wishes this morning. Only Aurora hadn’t sent anything. He’d thought she was preparing a surprise. Had she forgotten? It wasn’t a crucial matter, but for some reason, Cole felt unsettled, a dull ache in his chest. After all, whether it was an anniversary or his birthday, the little girl used to spend ages preparing and celebrating grandly. Why had she forgotten this year? She was clearly the one who loved him most. Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed several times. It was a message from Seraphina, saying she was throwing him a birthday party. Seeing the address and his friends’ teasing in the group chat, Cole clenched his phone slightly. His earlier gloom vanished, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. As he replied to the messages, he turned to leave. Aurora called out to him. “Your birthday…” Cole paused. “I have something to go do right now. When I get back later, we can celebrate together.” Aurora hummed, quietly watching him leave. Once his figure completely disappeared, she threw all the boxes away. Recalling Cole’s overjoyed expression, she knew he wouldn’t be back to celebrate with her today. Strangely, she felt a sense of relief. The trash can was nearly full, so she casually tossed the cake in too, then turned and went upstairs. A few hours later, Aurora received a message from Mr. Davis. “We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning.” She had just replied “ok” when a voice message from Cole’s friend suddenly came through. “Aurora, come to the Hilton Hotel. Cole’s in trouble, you need to hurry!” Listening to his frantic tone, Aurora froze. The next second, Skylar also called, her voice choked with tears. “Aurora, my brother, my brother…” Only then did she realize the seriousness of the situation, and quickly went downstairs to hail a cab. As soon as she got out of the car, Skylar pulled Aurora and sprinted towards the lake, intermittently explaining what had happened along the way. “Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend followed her from abroad to the hotel, trying to get back together. Cole got angry and fought him. Instead of stopping them, she egged them on, threw a necklace into the lake, and said whoever retrieved it, she’d be with. Her ex was about to jump in, and my brother was going to follow him. There’s a cliff under that lake, even professional divers wouldn’t dare go down. We tried to talk him out of it for ages, but he wouldn’t listen. Aurora, please help me, he’s my only brother!” The more she listened, the more silent Aurora became. She wanted to tell Skylar that if it involved Seraphina Thorne, a hundred of her wouldn’t be able to convince Cole. But looking at Skylar’s red, tear-filled eyes, Aurora couldn’t bring herself to speak. When they reached the lakeside, Cole was still putting on his diving suit. Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend, fully ready, had already plunged into the lake. Watching his figure disappear beneath the surface, a cold glint flashed in Cole’s eyes, and his movements quickened. His friends around him were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, pleading endlessly. “The lake is so deep, the necklace is definitely lost. It’s pointless for anyone to go down, Cole, don’t be a fool!” “Is it worth risking your life for a woman? Cole Remington, damn it, get a grip!” Cole didn’t hear a word. He put on his oxygen mask and shoved aside the group of people blocking his way. Skylar couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward and grabbed him, her voice filled with despair. “You’re going to die just because of her words? Brother, have you thought about Mom and Dad and me? Have you thought about Aurora? If you go today, I, Skylar Remington, will no longer have you as a brother!” The atmosphere on the scene instantly froze. Cole stopped, turning to look steadily at his sister. After a long moment, he raised his hand, took hers, and his voice was low. “I’ll be back. Don’t tell Mom and Dad about this, and don’t tell Aurora.” With that, he peeled Skylar’s fingers off one by one, and resolutely leaped into the water. Watching the ripples spread across the lake’s surface, Aurora stood not far away, her hands tightly clenched. The surroundings were quiet, but someone let out a soft laugh, immediately drawing all eyes. It was Seraphina Thorne. She walked haughtily up to Aurora, her face filled with triumph. “He loves me so much he’s willing to die for me. Aurora Hayes, what do you have to compare with that?” “Seraphina Thorne, joking about someone’s life, you’re sick, go get help!” Seeing her gloating, Skylar, who was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, lunged forward and slapped her hard. Seraphina had never been treated this way and was about to retaliate, but the onlookers quickly pulled them apart. Aurora helped Skylar, comforting her for a long time until she slowly calmed down, staring blankly at the monitoring screen. An hour later, Noah Foster, whose oxygen had run out first, surfaced. The quiet lakeside immediately became agitated. Everyone craned their necks, waiting for Cole. But another five minutes passed, and with his oxygen almost certainly depleted, they still didn’t see him. Panic set in. Only Aurora remained composed. She contacted the Hilton’s rescue team, pleading for their help. Five or six professional divers plunged into the lake. Another ten minutes passed without any movement. Skylar was on the verge of breaking down. Even Seraphina, who had been leisurely watching earlier, became anxious and uneasy. Aurora’s face showed little emotion, but her fingernails were digging deep into her palms. Seraphina’s friends, who had been watching the drama unfold, began to speak despairingly, their voices trembling. “It’s over, it’s over. His oxygen’s been depleted for so long, and he still hasn’t been brought up. It’s probably bad news.” “If something happens, will the Remington family let us off…?” “What does that have to do with us? He’s the one who wanted to risk his life for Seraphina.” Before they could finish, a sound suddenly came from the long-still lake surface. Several rescue personnel were dragging someone, slowly swimming towards the shore. A crowd immediately rushed forward, helping to pull the person onto land. Cole was on the verge of losing consciousness. After his oxygen mask was removed, seeing his pale face, his friends and Skylar’s eyes reddened. But he pressed his hand to his chest, his gaze fixed on Seraphina’s direction. “I… found it. The necklace…” He then slowly raised his trembling right hand. The diamond necklace, washed by the water, reflected a dazzling sparkle in the late afternoon sun. It was too brilliant. And too blinding. His gaze remained on Seraphina, never once noticing Aurora standing nearby. She watched, helpless, as he so passionately loved another. Cole was rushed to the hospital. Aurora stayed with Skylar, keeping vigil in the hospital room all night. At eight in the morning, her pre-set alarm went off. Seeing “Departure” noted on the screen, Skylar suddenly snapped back to reality, hugging Aurora with a reluctant embrace. “Aurora, don’t go, please don’t go. If you leave now, won’t we only see each other again in three years? By then, you’ll be a sparkling superstar, and it’ll be even harder for us to meet. I’ll miss you so much…” Aurora’s eyes also reddened as she gently patted Skylar’s back. After much coaxing, Skylar tearfully and reluctantly saw her off. Aurora walked out of the hospital main entrance, about to hail a cab, when she suddenly paused. She had said goodbye to everyone. Except for Cole. After much thought, she decided their three-year relationship deserved a proper conclusion. She turned and went back inside. Just as she reached the hospital room door, she heard a familiar voice from within. Seraphina was in Cole’s arms, crying her eyes out. “I just wanted you to make a statement, you could have come up without the necklace, why are you so silly?” “I know you still like me. If you just broke up with her and said you wanted to be with me, I would have agreed. Couldn’t you have just softened up for me?” Cole had waited six years for these words. But hearing them now, his heart wasn’t as happy as he’d imagined. Instead, the words “break up” made him unexpectedly think of Aurora. The image of the girl selflessly throwing herself in front of him to shield him from the car, her eyes red as she said she’d love him forever, her laughing face celebrating his birthday, her passionate and adoring expressions countless times beneath him… In an instant, his head throbbed, his mind a chaotic mess, unsure how to answer. Just then, he inadvertently looked up, and for a fleeting moment, he saw Aurora. She stood outside the glass window, watching him steadily. Her dark eyes were like a calm lake, unruffled by any ripples. The moment their gazes met, Cole completely lost his composure. He pushed away the person in his arms and stood up, only to find that the person outside the window had vanished. He chased out, but the hallway was empty. Was it a hallucination? It must be. He hadn’t let anyone tell Aurora about him risking his life to retrieve the necklace for Seraphina, so she wouldn’t know he was hospitalized and wouldn’t come to see him. Cole’s heart pounded wildly. He had a strong feeling that something was slipping out of his control. But what exactly, he couldn’t quite grasp yet. On the other side, Aurora had given up on saying goodbye. Back home, she quietly tore off the calendar page, placed her apartment keys on the table, then picked up her luggage and went downstairs. On the way to the airport, Aurora opened Cole Remington’s chat. After a long deliberation, she typed only three lines. “We should break up. Thank you for taking care of me all these years.” “I also wish you and Seraphina happiness.” “Cole, I’m leaving. Goodbye forever.” With one sentence, she let go of three years of emotions. With one wish for happiness, she granted him his freedom. With one “goodbye forever,” she declared there was no longer any possibility between them. From now on, he would simply be her best friend’s brother. She pressed send. For a long time, there was no reply. Aurora knew Cole was with Seraphina now and probably had no time to check such unimportant messages. Besides, even if he did see them later when he was free, he probably wouldn’t feel any emotional波动. After all, with the person he loved by his side, why would he care about an ex-girlfriend who was just a substitute? Before boarding, Mr. Davis handed her a new phone. “Aurora, according to the contract, you need to disconnect from the outside world starting today. This is your work phone.” Aurora nodded, took out her old phone, and made the exchange. The plane was just taking off, the broadcast was a bit noisy, and a few girls in the back were chattering non-stop. Aurora didn’t see the screen of her old phone light up just before it powered off. Nor did she hear the continuous, frantic dinging of notifications. She turned her head, looking out the airplane window at the cloudy sky turning clear, and smiled faintly. From now on, Aurora Hayes’s life would only be sunny… Three years together, Cole Remington never imagined he would receive a breakup message from Aurora Hayes. When they first started dating, he didn’t know how long the relationship would last. A few days, a few months, a few years—it would be one of those. He had someone he couldn’t let go of in his heart, and Aurora was just a temporary port. So he had invested almost no real feelings in the relationship. Her hopeful eyes when she spoke of marriage, her tears on the verge of falling when she felt wronged… Cole had seen it all, but never truly taken it to heart. He thought he could remain as cold as iron, treating her merely as a substitute to get through those difficult years. But when the person he had longed for in his dreams returned, he found himself not as ruthless and decisive as he’d imagined. The person who should have broken up with him early on had stayed by his side, becoming a crucial obstacle to his reunion with Seraphina. Everyone around him urged him that only a swift cut could untangle the knot. But he struggled and clung to his old love, refusing to let go, while at the same time wavering over his substitute, unable to harden his heart. He couldn’t make a choice, foolishly hoping to drag things out. Until he saw those three messages with his own eyes. Cole felt as if his soul had been sucked out. His mind was blank, hazy, as if he were in a dream. He couldn’t tell if this was a hallucination from lack of oxygen, or the stark, inescapable reality he had to face. If it was a hallucination, why did it feel so real? If it was reality, how could Aurora break up with him? She had chased him for so many years, said she would love him forever. How could she let go so easily? Cole couldn’t make sense of it. He rubbed his eyes hard, slapped his face a few times, trying to make himself clear-headed. But when he looked down again, he still saw those two messages. Only then did he realize that what he thought was a hallucination was very likely reality. In an instant, he shot up from the hospital bed. His slightly trembling fingers furiously tapped on the screen. “Aurora, can we talk?” “There are some things I can explain to you.” “Where are you? Home, or with Skylar?” A flurry of messages, one after another, sent rattling through the phone, but they vanished without a trace, receiving no reply. Cole’s patience slowly ran out. He couldn’t sit still any longer. He ripped the IV needle from his hand, bolted downstairs, and drove frantically home. Skylar had only slept three hours when Cole, bursting in like a madman, woke her up. He shook her, his voice trembling. “Skylar, where’s Aurora? Where did she go?” The accumulated anger of days, mixed with the shock of being woken, made Skylar snap. She threw off the covers, stood up, and slapped Cole across the face. “Don’t you have your precious Seraphina now? Why do you care about Aurora?!” The stinging pain on his face briefly brought Cole back to his senses. He looked at his enraged sister, a twisted expression on his face, somewhere between a smile and a cry. “I… I can explain. Just tell me where she is first?” At his words, Skylar let out a bitter laugh. She looked at him coldly, unleashing all the words she had held back for so long. “Explain? Explain what? Explain how you used Aurora as a substitute for three years? Cole Remington, do you have to be so disgusting to Aurora, and to me?” “Where she went is none of your business! She finally put the past behind her and is starting a new life. Don’t you know a good ex should be like a dead person?” “Go find Seraphina, why don’t you? Weren’t you so desperate for her, you even abandoned your family? Go marry her and get out of the Remington family! I, Skylar Remington, don’t have a brother like you!” She seemed to be so furious that her voice was choked with tears by the end. Cole was shoved out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang. He stared at the closed door, feeling his last shred of hope shatter with that sound. *Aurora knew. She knew he had used her as a substitute?* He felt all his strength drain away, stumbling a few steps. The guilt and regret, hidden deep within his heart for so long, erupted like a volcano, completely engulfing him. Seraphina, carrying chicken soup, walked into the hospital room and froze at the sight of the empty bed. The nurse, tidying medical equipment nearby, was muttering to herself. “What’s the rush? Even pulled out his IV.” Seraphina’s heart sank. She quickly pulled out her phone to contact Cole. No replies to messages, no answers to calls. After waiting half an hour without a response, Seraphina grew irritated. She called Noah. “Where’s Cole? Has he contacted you?” Hearing only the first part, Seraphina’s impatient expression instantly vanished. Her eyes lit up with delight. She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and leisurely left. She hailed a cab and went directly to the Remington family estate without a word. Since Aurora had been so sensible as to break up with him, Cole was now completely in her grasp. The thought of a blissful life where she could openly boss him around and enjoy the Remington family’s resources and connections made her feel utterly elated. When the car stopped at the villa entrance, the butler saw her and was about to announce her, but she waved him off and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the living room, Seraphina saw Cole sitting by the staircase, head down, busy on his phone. She put on a sweet smile and called his name softly. Cole seemed not to hear, not even lifting his head. Instead, a door on the second floor opened. Skylar, in her pajamas, walked out, her eyes filled with coldness as she looked at Seraphina. “Our family doesn’t welcome just any random person. Butler, escort her out!” Seraphina never expected Skylar to treat her with such disrespect, especially in front of Cole. She swallowed her anger, but due to their social standing, she could only suppress her resentment and stiffly change the subject. “I came to see Cole. What does that have to do with you?” “Then both of you can roll out!” Hearing Skylar’s undisguised disgust, the butler, who had been following behind, trembled and quickly gestured for Seraphina to leave. For Seraphina, this gesture was tantamount to humiliation. She stomped her foot a few times, walked up to Cole, and began to complain tearfully. “Cole, I didn’t do anything to your sister, why does she always target me?” Cole raised his pallid, lifeless face. The light that used to shine in his eyes when he looked at her was gone. “You should go home for now.” The expected favoritism didn’t happen, and Seraphina froze. She looked at the imperious Skylar upstairs, her face filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me to leave? Cole Remington, think carefully. If I walk out that door today, even if you beg me, I will never step foot in your house again!” Faced with her threat, Cole was at his breaking point, his voice anxious. “Please stop making a scene, can you just let me cool down for a bit?” From his tone, Seraphina sensed something was wrong with his mood. She was about to ask what had happened, but Skylar had lost her patience. “Our family doesn’t welcome people like you. Are you deaf?” The butler, who had been trying to stay out of it, heard his young lady was truly angry and dared not delay any longer. He called for some maids to escort Seraphina out. She refused to yield, and in the struggle, she overturned the coffee table. The crisp sound of glass smashing on the floor echoed, fragments scattering. The entire living room fell silent. Skylar, enraged, rushed down, ready to settle scores. But the anger that had nowhere to vent was swallowed back when she saw the figures at the doorway. “Mom, Dad, why are you back?” In an instant, all eyes turned to the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Remington, who had flown back overnight from Europe, looked at their son, who was weak and dejected, and at the chaotic mess before them. Their worry slowly turned into displeasure. “What’s all this commotion?” The instigator shivered at the question. Seraphina quickly composed herself, putting on a docile expression. “Hello, Uncle, Auntie…” Seeing her change expressions faster than flipping a book, Skylar sneered and directly interrupted her. “Brother brought some disreputable woman home and wants to tear our house apart.” “No, it’s all a misunderstanding, Uncle, Auntie, I can explain.” Mr. and Mrs. Remington stared coldly at the unfamiliar woman for a long time, effectively silencing her. “Are you Seraphina Thorne?” Hearing Mrs. Remington’s question, Seraphina thought Cole had praised her to his parents and quickly admitted, “Yes, that’s me.” At that answer, Mr. Remington’s face darkened, and he ruthlessly ordered her out. “See her out. And she’s not to be allowed in again!” Given the family patriarch’s command, the maids no longer dared to hesitate. They roughly dragged Seraphina out. Cole, who had been silent for a long time, saw this and forced himself to stand up. “Seraphina, she…” *Slap!* Mr. Remington delivered a harsh slap to his son, his voice filled with disappointment. “I heard all about what happened yesterday. You risked your life for a woman, Cole Remington, you’re an absolute disgrace! Did you even think what would happen to your sister if you’d died in that water yesterday? What about your mother? What about the Remington family?” “I’m telling you, your mother and I will never approve of this Seraphina marrying into this family! Either you get out of the Remington family, or you cut ties with her completely!” Though a distance away, Seraphina clearly heard every word. Her face instantly went ashen. She never imagined that a casual joke could cause such a huge dispute, escalating all the way to Mr. and Mrs. Remington. If it was true what they said, then she and Cole would never have a chance, would they? But Aurora had already broken up with him, and they were on the verge of getting back together, why this setback? After being dragged to the door and left outside, Seraphina felt resentful. She forced down her panic and sent Cole over a dozen messages, trying to explain. Time ticked by, and it was almost dark, but he hadn’t replied to a single one. Looking at the blank chat interface, Seraphina grew increasingly uncertain. She quickly hailed a cab to consult her friends, and on the way, she contacted Cole’s friends to inquire about the situation. Soon, a message came back, but not the one she wanted to hear. “Cole has been contacting everyone all afternoon, trying to find out where Aurora went after they broke up. We’ve searched the whole city and haven’t found a single lead about her. He’s practically losing his mind!” Cole was distraught like this because of Aurora? This news hit Seraphina hundreds of times harder than Mr. and Mrs. Remington’s words. She never imagined that a departed substitute could make Cole abandon her. In an instant, her panic turned to rage, her face clouding with fury. And after her initial anger subsided, what emerged was more scorn and dissatisfaction. *Aurora Hayes, who does she think she is?* After being thoroughly lectured, Cole was confined to his room for reflection. He stared unblinkingly at his phone screen, afraid to miss any message. But every reply he received was, without exception, “no.” The more he saw, the deeper his heartache grew. His fingers dug tightly into his flesh, leaving crimson marks, yet it couldn’t alleviate his anxiety and restlessness. He had practically blown up every phone. But whether by car or train, air or sea, he couldn’t find Aurora Hayes’s name. Had she stayed in the city, or had she left by some other means? Cole didn’t know. He had also tried to contact her friends, but no one would answer his calls, and those who did only offered a cold “I don’t know” or a sarcastic jab. He was at his wit’s end, yet he had no choice but to rack his brain for solutions. He waited from afternoon until midnight, without a moment’s rest. Just as his anxiety reached its peak, a friend he hadn’t contacted in a long time suddenly sent a message, saying he vaguely saw someone who looked a lot like Aurora. Cole couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t open his door, so he climbed out the back window. Clutching a sliver of hope, he rushed to the address. The moment he pushed open the door and saw Seraphina and her friends, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him; he felt cold all over. Seeing that he had truly gone to such lengths for Aurora, Seraphina’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. She looked straight at him, her voice filled with undisguised indignation. “Are you really that bothered by Aurora Hayes? She’s just my substitute, Cole Remington, get it straight!” Hearing the word “substitute” again, a gnawing pain flared in Cole’s heart. He parted his parched lips, his voice hoarse. “She’s a good person. I was wrong to her. If you have a problem, come at me, but leave her alone.” Seraphina had known him for ten years. This was the first time she’d heard him stand up for another woman. Her friends couldn’t help but interject. “Cole Remington, what do you mean by that? Are you really going to abandon Seraphina for some unimportant woman?” “Exactly! Seraphina just decided to forgive you. If you don’t appreciate that and make her angry again, you’ll regret it!” “She’s just a cheap substitute. So what if you broke up? Why make such a big deal about it? Haven’t you seen how much Seraphina has suffered today?” These accusations landed on Cole’s ears, stirring his already troubled mind, leaving him in agony. Seeing him remain silent, the fire in Seraphina’s chest burned hotter and hotter. She was determined to get a definitive answer today. “Are you implying that Aurora Hayes is more important than me in your heart? You didn’t just see her as my substitute, you saw her as your girlfriend, you fell in love with her, didn’t you? Cole Remington, tell me the truth!” Facing the accusation of the person he once deeply loved, Cole’s already fractured reason was pulled to the edge of a cliff. He knew that many unpleasant truths would likely come to a head tonight. He needed to make a decision. But Seraphina, who he’d yearned for for ten years, stood before him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say “no.” He couldn’t deny his relationship with Aurora. A thousand days and nights of living together—holding hands, kissing, embracing… Unconsciously, she had seeped into his life like a gentle rain. But she was too quiet. Whether in sorrow or joy, she rarely made a sound. So quiet that he overlooked her presence, overlooked the fact that he had fallen for her. Only after losing her completely did he finally realize. Aurora Hayes, when she first came into his life, might have been Seraphina Thorne’s substitute. But by the time she left, she had become entirely her own person, no longer bearing anyone else’s label. What he had lost was not a substitute, but a girlfriend. A girlfriend who, like Seraphina, had been by his side for three years. No matter what questions the group threw at him, Cole remained silent. In Seraphina’s eyes, this was tantamount to an admission. She had never imagined that something she held so confidently in her hands could be stolen due to her oversight. And by a substitute who imitated her in every way, yet couldn’t compare to her. She couldn’t swallow this insult, but unable to find Aurora, she unleashed all her frustration on Cole. “Speak! Why aren’t you speaking? Is it so hard to say it was just a fling? Didn’t you tell countless people she was just a substitute?” “Have you forgotten that when we broke up, you solemnly promised me you’d wait for me forever? How could you go back on your word? In just three years, you’ve fallen for someone else? Is this your true heart?” “How is she better than me? From head to toe, she reeks of unsophisticated pettiness! Falling for a woman like that is an insult to me, an insult, do you understand?!” Cole had never seen Seraphina so emotionally distraught. In their relationship, she had always been the high-and-mighty, in-control one, able to stir up trouble with just a few words. Because of her casual indifference, he had always thought she didn’t love him as deeply as he loved her. But only now did he glimpse the true feelings she had hidden away. It turned out she too could be panicked, insecure, and hurt. These emotions should have finally brought him peace. But in Cole’s wavering mind at this moment, these feelings were like oil poured on a fire, intensifying the torment in his heart. He couldn’t understand. If she cared about him so much, cared about their relationship… Then why could she be so cruel as to break up with him and go abroad, staying away for seven years? He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red as he looked at the person before him, and finally, he couldn’t hold back his own questions. “What about you? Why did you break up with me and go abroad when I was most deeply in love with you? Why did you stay away for seven years? You never let go of me either, did you?” “I just wanted to see if you could truly love me wholeheartedly forever, as you said! Did you do it? No, you fell for Aurora Hayes, you broke your promise!” Seraphina had lost all reason, speaking without thinking. Hearing this absurd reason, Cole froze. He never imagined that the seven years he had wasted were merely to test a sincere heart. When they were together, he had nearly given his life for her, and after their breakup, he had been devastated for three years before slowly recovering. Yet she thought his love was fake, his sincerity a lie. In an instant, the years of persistence and trust that had sustained him for a decade collapsed and shattered. Looking at the person before him now, her features just as they had always been, Cole felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. His last shred of unrequited obsession vanished. He lowered his eyes, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Yes, I broke my word. So, let’s end this.” Days turned into weeks. Cole tried every possible way, but he couldn’t find any news about Aurora. She had vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace. From one month to six months, then to three years. He never gave up searching for her. Slowly, Aurora, like Seraphina before her, became Cole’s insurmountable obsession. He still lived in the same apartment. Every morning he woke up to a changed room, lost in thought for a long time. All traces of her had been removed. The only things left to recall the past were the pitifully few photos on his phone. In three years, there were only seven pictures in total. He flipped through them again and again. In his endless longing, Cole grew older. His family started pressing him frequently for marriage, arranging blind dates and introducing him to various girls. But he refused to engage with any of them. Others assumed he had been so hurt by Seraphina that he had lost all hope in love. But only he knew that after that frank confrontation, he had completely let go of her. Could a love that had lasted a decade truly vanish in an instant? Cole thought it was possible. After all, between him and Seraphina, there were seven long years. Over two thousand five hundred days and nights, far longer than their time together. That intense affection, worn down by time, slowly lost its original color, tainted by the pain of unrequited desire. More than love, this emotion was closer to a habit. When that habit was broken, he finally realized that he could have escaped it long ago. But Seraphina couldn’t understand his thoughts and continued to pester him. Amidst their entanglement, Cole’s twenty-seventh birthday arrived. As in previous years, he had dinner with his family, where he was once again urged to marry. Skylar still hadn’t returned, saying she was busy when asked. He didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but he knew that since Aurora’s departure, the relationship between him and his sister had grown distant. He grew irritated by the talk and drank a bit too much. When he returned, Skylar was just getting back. He called out to her. “I’ve been drinking. Can you drive me?” Skylar looked reluctant, about to refuse, but a look from Mr. and Mrs. Remington forced her into the car. Throughout the drive, she didn’t say a word, her face cold. Cole’s mood also sank. After a long silence, he spoke. “Are you going to keep avoiding me like this?” “Avoiding? We’re on different paths; isn’t it better to have less contact?” Skylar didn’t take the olive branch he offered, instead snapping back. Seeing her unforgiving manner, Cole couldn’t help but rub his temples. “What happened before, I was wrong to Aurora. I apologize to you. Can you please stop holding a grudge? Mom and Dad are watching. Do you think they feel good when you act like this?” Hearing him even bring up Mom and Dad, Skylar rolled her eyes, utterly exasperated. “Now you care if Mom and Dad worry? Where was that concern when you were acting like you wanted to die for Seraphina? Don’t pull this big brother act on me. I told you before, I don’t recognize you as my brother!” After venting all her frustration, Skylar put on her music playlist, no longer bothering to argue with him. In the confined space of the car, only the loud, heavy metal music blared. Cole couldn’t find an opportunity to speak, so he opened the window and watched the neon lights outside. After some unknown time, the playlist ended and started over. The first song was now a pop ballad, and a light piano intro began. Cole’s somber mood finally eased. He leaned back in his seat, about to close his eyes and rest. “Gazing at the setting sun, stars and clouds wave in reply, which way does the wind blow…” As the soft, melodic singing began, he opened his eyes, instinctively looking towards the screen. Skylar, quickly realizing, swiftly skipped to the next song. Though he hadn’t seen the singer’s name, her reaction made Cole increasingly certain. That voice, just now, was Aurora Hayes! He spun his head to look at her, immediately catching the fleeting panic on her face, and her forced calm as she deliberately changed the subject. “We’re here. Get out of the car.” Watching Skylar’s fleeing figure, Cole’s intuition grew stronger. He hurried home, opened his laptop, and searched for the song lyrics. Soon, the search engine brought up relevant information. “The Unseen Star, Singer: Aurora Hayes, Song Description…” Cole’s gaze froze at the name Aurora Hayes. Suddenly, he remembered the songs she used to write in her free time and the hopeful look in her eyes when she spoke of becoming a professional singer. He reread the line countless times, then began searching for the name Aurora Hayes. “Aurora Hayes, twenty-four years old, female, rising star under Luminara Records. Officially debuted in March 2024, releasing her first album, Star River Wanderings, in the same month.”

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  • His Rebound? I’m Done.

    Seraphina pushed open the booth door, just in time to hear a group of men inside discussing the brutal impact of first love. “Your turn, Julian, we’ve all spilled, you can’t back out now.” Hearing that name, Seraphina’s hand on the doorknob froze. After a long, heavy silence, Julian took a slow sip of his drink. A moment later, a low, husky voice, laced with the burn of his drink, finally broke the quiet. “I have her name tattooed near my heart. It’s never been removed.” “My biker jacket has a bloodstain from our very first time together. I’ve kept it, always.” “My current girlfriend? She’s her stand-in.” Each word struck Seraphina like a bolt of lightning. She felt her blood run cold, as if she’d plunged into an icy abyss. She, a mere stand-in for his first love?! The booth went silent for a beat, then erupted into a roar of cheers. “Holy sh*t, dude! That’s intense!” “Only you, Julian. You just won the whole damn game in three sentences. You’re a hopeless romantic, man.” “Heard Elara is returning from abroad soon. Since you’ve never forgotten her, won’t you two rekindle things? All those years of pining wouldn’t be for nothing. But what about your current girlfriend? Isn’t she your sister’s best friend? If you screw this up, they won’t even be friends anymore, will they?” Julian went silent, just for a beat. He didn’t answer. Seeing someone inside the booth about to step out, a pale Seraphina jolted awake. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled downstairs. Outside, it was pouring rain, but she walked right into it, as if she’d lost all sensation. The icy needles of rain lashed against her face, mixing with her own hot tears as they streamed down. Her eyes blurred with tears, the words she’d just heard echoing endlessly in her mind. Memories, like a slow tide, began to surge. Cole Remington was her best friend’s older brother, four years her senior. The first time she ever saw him, she and Skylar were cornered in an alley, being harassed by a group of bullies. They were at their wit’s end when Cole appeared on his motorcycle. He unlatched his helmet with a long, clean hand, his voice cool as he asked, “Are you the ones bothering my kid sister?” The moment he took off his helmet, revealing his face, Aurora Hayes felt her heart pound. Skylar had often gushed about her incredibly handsome older brother, but seeing him in person still took Aurora’s breath away. What was even more impressive was how effortlessly he took down the bullies with just a few high kicks, leaving them completely defeated. Back then, every girl in high school had a crush, except for her. But that day, she found hers. She fell for her best friend’s brother. As she entered college, her features matured and she grew into her looks. Egged on by Skylar, Aurora finally mustered the courage to pursue Cole. She prepared thoughtful breakfasts every day, constantly engineered “chance” encounters, and meticulously researched his hobbies to find topics of conversation. She pulled out all the stops, but Cole always treated her like a kid, distant and indifferent. Only occasionally would he lose himself for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face. It wasn’t until that day, when he was driving her home and an accident seemed imminent, that she threw herself in front of him without a second thought. Luckily, the brakes engaged just in time. She wasn’t seriously injured, just a nail-sized cut near her eye where it had grazed the seat. It was a minor scratch, but Cole was uncharacteristically agitated. He insisted on taking her to the hospital and repeatedly asked the doctor if it would scar. Only after receiving reassurance did he finally relax, then immediately scolded her, demanding to know why she’d lunged at him, asking if she had a death wish. Aurora looked at him, her eyes shining brightly, her affection completely unconcealed. “Because I like you, Cole.” Cole froze, then gave a cold, cynical smile. “Like? You’re just a kid. Do you even know what ‘like’ means? How long do you think that ‘like’ will last?” “Forever!” she declared without hesitation. “Cole, I’ll like you forever.” Perhaps it was the unwavering conviction in her tone, the sheer sincerity, that made Cole reach out for the first time and gently touch her cheek. He sighed, finally speaking the words she’d longed to hear. “Aurora, let’s give it a try.” From that day on, they were officially a couple. For three years, Cole, despite his reserved nature, was always there for her in the ways that mattered. Aurora never dared to ask for more. Until tonight, when a conversation she overheard shattered her self-made dream. The truth was, his occasional distracted stares at her face were because she was a substitute. The truth was, his fear of her face being injured was because she was a substitute. And the truth was, whenever they were intimate, he liked to look at her face… It was because she was a substitute. She sobbed uncontrollably, drenched and heartbroken, until she returned home, completely drained of strength, and collapsed helplessly on the floor. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly came back to herself. The tear tracks on her face had dried, and her mind felt clear. Aurora pulled a business card from her bag. It was given to her two weeks ago at a bar by a talent scout, after she impulsively sang an original song she’d written for Cole. He said she had an excellent voice and striking looks, asking if she was interested in becoming a singer. The company would take her abroad for three years of secret training, turning her into an A-list star. Singing was Aurora’s greatest passion, and she’d certainly harbored dreams of stardom. But to stay by Cole’s side, she’d refused the scout’s offer. Yet he’d insisted on leaving his contact information. Now, knowing the truth, there was no longer any reason for her to stay. Gazing at the number on the card, Aurora raised her cold, pale hand and dialed. The moment it connected, she cleared her hoarse, tired voice and spoke softly. “Hello, this is Aurora Hayes. I accept your offer to sign.” “Miss Hayes! You finally made up your mind? Great! Let’s connect on SnapChat and meet tomorrow.” Hearing the delighted voice on the other end, Aurora nodded, then quietly added him on SnapChat. Shortly after the call ended, she heard footsteps approaching the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Cole walked in, holding an umbrella. Seeing her sitting on the floor, disheveled, he frowned. “Why are you all wet?” “Forgot my umbrella.” Her damp hair obscured Aurora’s face, and as the sensor light dimmed, Cole couldn’t see her expression. He ruffled her hair. “Still acting like a kid. Remember to check the weather forecast next time.” Aurora didn’t respond. After he turned and entered the bathroom, she slowly pushed herself up, her body half-numb, and went to the other bathroom. After showering, she lay in bed, staring blankly at the white wall. A moment later, Cole slid under the covers beside her. The familiar scent of cedar wood filled her nostrils, and Aurora couldn’t help but recall what had happened that afternoon. She found herself hugging him, then slowly, slowly, pulling up Cole’s pajama shirt. Just an inch above his heart, three letters were distinctly tattooed: JZY! This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the tattoo. In moments of passion, she’d glimpsed it countless times, curious but never daring to ask. Now, seeing it again, her eyes welled up. Her voice, low and choked, asked, “What do these three letters mean?” Cole paused for two seconds, his gaze following hers downward. His voice was soft, yet imbued with an endless tenderness and affection she hadn’t felt from him in three years. “It means something very important.” He paused, as if misunderstanding her intention to pull up his shirt. “Alright, you got caught in the rain today, so I’ll leave you alone. Get some sleep.” With that, he gently pushed her hand away, pulled down his shirt, and turned off the light. The bedroom plunged into a suffocating silence. Only her silent tears continued to flow, dissolving into the boundless darkness of the night. The next morning, Cole was up early. Skipping breakfast, he was putting on his shoes, ready to leave. Seeing the relentless rain outside and remembering how much he hated going out in such weather, Aurora called out to him. “Don’t you have any flights scheduled recently? Why are you going out?” Cole seemed in good spirits, a faint smile gracing his usually cool eyes. He picked up his umbrella, twisted the doorknob, and said, “I have some important things to take care of. You stay home and be good.” His last words faded just as the door clicked shut. Watching his receding figure, Aurora silently turned back to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on his phone, which was vibrating endlessly on the bedside table. She picked it up and saw the SnapChat chat interface. At the top center of the screen, the name of the chat partner appeared: Seraphina. “What time’s your flight today? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t leave the terminal, I’ll drive to pick you up.” That eager tone, that concerned voice, was a stark contrast to his cool “remember to check the weather forecast” from last night. So, when it was pouring rain, he *would* go out to pick up someone he truly cared about. Aurora had only glanced at it when she heard footsteps at the door. She put the phone down and slipped into the walk-in closet before Cole entered the room. By the time she finished her makeup and came out, the phone was gone, and the house was empty. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs to hail a cab. Upon arriving at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Aurora spotted Mr. Davis, the talent scout, waiting for her at the entrance. After exchanging pleasantries, they went into a private room. Mr. Davis thoroughly explained the training plan and future career development, then produced a contract. Seeing the bold red “Luminara Records” seal on it, Aurora paused. Luminara Records was one of the top entertainment companies globally; countless people fought tooth and nail to get in. And she had almost given it all up. She offered a self-deprecating smile, then, without hesitation, signed her name. After receiving the signed contract, Mr. Davis’s face lit up with a look of having struck gold, his eyes crinkling with a wide smile. “Miss Hayes, when you refused me before, I truly felt it was such a waste. But I’m glad you came around. A true gem wasn’t left hidden after all. Don’t worry, Luminara’s strength in the industry is top-tier. We will definitely get you onto the most dazzling stage. This training will be an intensive, closed-door program. Go home, prepare, and we’ll depart in fifteen days.” Aurora made a mental note of the date and bid him a polite farewell. On her way home, Cole’s call suddenly came through, his voice incredibly urgent. “You’re not home?” She paused, about to speak, when she heard him again the next second: “No matter where you are, come to City General Hospital right now!” In all their time together, Aurora had never heard him sound so anxious. She hesitated for a few seconds, then told the driver to turn around. When she arrived at the ER, she saw Cole standing there, perfectly fine. It wasn’t him who was hurt, then it must be… Before she could even ask what had happened, a nurse led her into an adjacent room. “You’re O-negative, right?” Aurora, confused, nodded. The nurse immediately asked about her health and then plunged a thick needle directly into her skin. The sharp sting in her arm made her wince, and she realized with a jolt that she was donating blood. As the nurse monitored the blood flow, she chatted with Aurora. “Sweetheart, what’s your relationship with that handsome guy outside? His girlfriend was in a car accident outside the airport and was rushed in. He was frantic, even pulled strings to get our chief of staff here. The hospital’s blood bank was low, and he kept making call after call, finally calling you. He must be madly in love with his girlfriend.” Hearing those words, Aurora felt her heart clench. It was as if a pair of hands had gripped her heart tightly and then released it, yet she still couldn’t breathe, the lingering pain refusing to fade. So, Cole had called her here just to make her donate blood for Seraphina Thorne?! Not to mention how hurtful it was to have a substitute donate blood for the original, but he clearly knew she suffered from severe anemia… Had he forgotten, or did he simply not care in his desperation to save Seraphina? After the blood draw, she sat there for a full half-hour before slowly recovering. During that time, Cole never once came to check on her or ask a single question. It was easy to guess he was still by Seraphina’s side. Of course, she was just a substitute; how could she ever deserve his pity? Aurora gave a self-deprecating smile, then, leaning on the wall, she walked out and saw the operating room light switch off. The doctor pushed the patient out, and Cole quickly strode forward, his face etched with anxiety, following the gurney into the patient room. Through the window, Aurora watched him sitting by the bed, tightly holding Seraphina’s pale hands, his face a mix of fervent pleading and lingering terror. Her breath caught in her throat. In her memory, no matter what happened, Cole had always maintained a calm and detached demeanor, as if nothing concerned him. In the five years she’d known him, this was the first time she’d seen such an expression. This, then, was how he truly loved someone. For the next four or five days, Cole didn’t return home. Aurora knew he was at the hospital and didn’t contact him. She did three things. First, she submitted her resignation to her company. Second, she pulled out her suitcase and began packing. Third, she marked her departure date on the calendar. Watching the days draw nearer, her deeply confused heart slowly began to settle. On the first clear day after the rainy season ended, Cole finally came home. Almost immediately, he noticed that something was off in the apartment. He saw the cardboard boxes by the wall and frowned. “Why did you bring all your office things home?” Then he spotted the luggage in the bedroom, his breathing hitching slightly. “Why are you suddenly packing?” Finally, he saw the calendar on the wall with a circle drawn around a date, and turned to her. “What’s the circle on the 30th mean?” Three questions in a row made Aurora pause her actions. She didn’t hide anything. “I found a job I prefer recently, so I resigned. I’m packing because I’m moving somewhere quite far away. The 30th is the day I leave.” Taking a soft breath, she prepared to tell him about her departure and their breakup. “Do you have a moment? There’s something very important I want to discuss with you, I…” Mid-sentence, Cole’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing Seraphina Thorne’s name on the screen, he quickly answered. Through the receiver, Seraphina’s sweet voice came through. “Cole, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. My friends are throwing a welcome-back party for me. Want to come?” Cole was about to agree, but then seemed to remember something, glancing at Aurora. “What were you just saying you wanted to talk about? Was it important?” With that question, what else was there for her to understand? She shook her head. “No, it’s not important. If you have something to do, go ahead.” Hearing that unfamiliar voice, Seraphina chuckled, surprised. “Your girlfriend’s there too? Then bring her along! She’s the one who donated blood for me, right? I haven’t properly thanked her yet.” Cole froze at the mention of blood donation, instinctively covering the receiver and moving aside. What they discussed, Aurora didn’t know, but Cole left the house with her. She hadn’t even had a chance to refuse when he eagerly ushered her into the car. On the way, he offered a brief explanation for what had happened a few days prior. “The person who just called is… a friend of mine. She was in a car accident shortly after returning to the country a few days ago, and the hospital’s blood bank was low. I remembered you two have the same blood type, and the situation was urgent, so I called you. I didn’t have time to explain. Have you been upset about it these past few days, since you haven’t messaged me?” “No, I have anemia, so I’ve been resting these past few days, which is why I haven’t contacted you.” Aurora’s tone was flat, as if she didn’t care at all. Seeing her pale face, Cole’s heart clenched, and a wave of guilt washed over him. *Right, how could he have forgotten her anemia?* He was about to apologize and ask what gift she wanted as compensation, but she had already closed her eyes, seemingly indifferent. In the end, he could only stop himself from speaking. The two got out of the car and walked directly to the designated private room. But as soon as they pushed open the door, they felt the oppressive atmosphere in the room. It was supposed to be a welcome-back party, but almost everyone present was male, mostly Cole’s friends. They all looked at him, hesitant, as if wanting to say something. But before they could speak, Seraphina smiled and greeted them, “You’re here.” Her gaze fell on Aurora’s face, and she paused, then smiled again. “So this is your little girlfriend? She looks so young. Thanks for donating blood for me last time, you actually saved my life, you know. From now on, if you ever need anything, just ask, and I’ll be there.” Aurora forced a smile. “You flatter me.” Seraphina chuckled, told them to sit anywhere, and then went to greet other newly arrived guests. Though Seraphina wasn’t near, Cole’s gaze remained fixed on her. Seeing her chatting and laughing with other men, his face immediately darkened. When he saw her take a few extra bites of a macaroon, he silently instructed a server to bring all the macaroons in the club to her table. When a champagne tower was accidentally knocked over and threatened to fall on her, he immediately rose and shielded her in his arms. “Careful!” Sharp glass shards cut his left hand in several places. Everyone urged him to go to the hospital to get it treated. But he just casually wrapped a silk scarf around it, completely unconcerned. “Minor injury, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Watching the white silk scarf stain red with blood, Aurora put the car keys she had just taken out back into her bag. The room was quiet for a few minutes, then quickly regained its lively atmosphere. At eight o’clock, seeing that everyone was having a good time, Seraphina picked up the microphone and announced loudly, “Everyone’s here now, so I can finally announce something important!” “I’m sure you all know I broke up with my ex before coming back. I called everyone here today for a blind date. I’m looking for a new boyfriend!” At that, everyone fearfully looked at Cole. He said nothing, just stared intently at her, crushing the glass in his hand! Blood covered his hand, but Seraphina was oblivious, instead raising her glass to him with a smile. “Cole, I didn’t call you here for nothing. I need you to help me vet these guys, tell me which of your friends is a good match for me?” The private room fell silent. Seeing everyone’s evasive glances and Cole’s darkened face, Aurora finally understood why the atmosphere had been so strange when they first arrived. Just as everyone was on edge, a guy sitting in the middle suddenly stood up. “I…” Before he could even finish “need to use the restroom,” Cole flipped the table in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping over the guy. “You dare to say yes, you damn well try me?!” Suddenly challenged, the friend was speechless, unsure whether to stand or sit. Cole, his hand clenched and bloody, walked up to Seraphina, his eyes red and his voice trembling with accusation. “Seraphina Thorne, sometimes I really wonder if you have a heart.” With that, he turned and left the private room without looking back, slamming the door shut. He had completely forgotten he’d left his girlfriend behind. With things escalating like this, the welcome party couldn’t continue. Aurora offered a self-deprecating smile and headed to the restroom. As she walked down the hallway, she heard Cole’s friends arguing with Seraphina Thorne. “Seraphina, what are you thinking? Why do you insist on pulling stunts to anger Cole? You, more than anyone, should know he’s always wanted to get back with you, right? He’s been so obsessed with you, who among us would dare make a move?” “Just because he wants to get back together, I should agree? With no sincerity at all?” “Sincerity? Damn it, what more sincerity do you want?! Do you have any idea what he’s been through all these years? In our circles, you don’t see this kind of devotion. He, a golden boy from a powerful family, how crazy has he been for you?” “After you broke up and went abroad, he drank every day, almost killing himself. The moment you’d post on Ins about liking something, he’d immediately buy it, no matter the cost, then fly abroad overnight to secretly leave it at your doorstep. A while ago, you told your best friend you hadn’t seen fireworks in ages, and he immediately arranged a grand fireworks show in Paris. Don’t tell me you didn’t know any of this…” Hearing the friend’s indignant tone, Aurora’s hand trembled slightly. In the years they had been together, Cole had often disappeared mysteriously. It turned out it was all for Seraphina. The argument in the hallway intensified, but Seraphina seemed utterly unconcerned. “He’s willing to do all that for me, it’s not like I forced him. Besides, they’re just minor things, what’s the big deal? Let’s see him risk his life for me one day.” “Seraphina, you’re just taking advantage of Cole’s love and pushing your luck! One day, when his patience runs out and he stops loving you, you’ll regret it!” “Stop loving me? Laughable. He even found a girlfriend who’s my substitute. How could he not love me? My business with him is none of your concern!” Seraphina’s tone was full of certainty. After saying that, she turned around, smug, only to come face to face with Aurora, who was standing not far away! Seeing her there, everyone froze. Seraphina, however, quickly recovered. With Cole gone, she dropped her polite facade and swept a pitying glance over Aurora. “You heard all that? Good. Otherwise, it would be too pathetic to remain in the dark. Little girl, you’re nothing but a minor character in Cole and my story. I advise you to cut your losses and leave now.” With that, she clicked away on her high heels. The hallway instantly fell silent, leaving Cole’s friends red-faced and stammering explanations. “Aurora, it’s not what you heard, it’s… it’s…” They desperately wanted to explain, but couldn’t find the right words. Because everyone knew the truth was exactly as it seemed. Seeing how nervous they were, Aurora didn’t want to make it harder for them. She asked nothing, simply turned and left. As she reached the ground floor, hailing a cab, a rose-colored sports car suddenly sped past, splashing through a puddle. Dirty water splattered all over Aurora, drenching half her clothes. She frowned, looking up, and saw Seraphina’s gloating face behind the car window. “Little extra, if you don’t wise up and leave on your own, you might end up even more pathetic than this!” With that, she drove off. Aurora pulled tissues from her bag and slowly wiped the water from her face. She tossed the wet tissues into a bin, then looked up at the clear blue sky, a single tear falling. *An extra?* No, she was never anyone’s extra. Cole Remington was simply written out of her script. Back home, Aurora’s mood had settled. She ate something, showered, and then rested. At three in the morning, the bedroom light suddenly flickered on. A drunken Cole stumbled in, grabbing the startled Aurora and pulling her into his arms. “Why do you have to torment me like this? You know I can’t let you go, why won’t you give me another chance?” “You know I like you, yet you go on blind dates right in front of me. Do you enjoy humiliating me? Are you happy seeing me suffer for you? Fine, I’m in pain. I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you’re still mine.” Seeing the agony on his face, Aurora exerted some strength and struggled out of his embrace. She watched him collapse onto the bed, still mumbling Seraphina’s name, and offered a self-deprecating smile. *So this is what you’re like when you love someone.* *So our three years together really meant nothing to you.* Her eyes red, she picked up a pillow and left the bedroom, turning off the light. The room plunged back into darkness. Cole continued to ramble in his drunken stupor, but no one was listening. The next day, Cole didn’t wake until noon. His head felt like it was splitting from the hangover as he forced himself to sit up. Aurora was by the window, tidying small trinkets. Seeing her back, a vague memory flashed in his mind, and he froze. “I drank too much yesterday. Did I say anything dumb?” Seeing her shake her head, Cole’s suspended heart slowly eased. He raised a hand to rub his temple, pulled at a wound, and winced. Aurora, who had just turned around, saw the untreated wound on his hand, inflamed from drinking. Cole was a pilot; he’d need to fly again. Only now did he remember he needed to take care of it. “Where’s the first-aid kit?” Aurora said nothing, turning to retrieve the first-aid kit from the living room. “It has everything you could need.” Cole couldn’t help but chuckle. “How could it have everything…?” But when he opened it, seeing the orderly array of medicines, from cold remedies to stomach pills, he froze. “You… prepared all this?” Aurora nodded. “Yes. You’re a pilot, you can’t get hurt, so I prepared the medicine very carefully, just in case you needed it in a hurry.” At her words, Cole’s mind buzzed, and he suddenly remembered a cascade of things he’d belatedly realized. He thought of the countless nights he’d returned home drunk, and how she’d tirelessly brewed hangover cures for him; how she’d immediately looked up recipes and learned to cook anything he casually mentioned wanting to eat; how, over the years, whenever he had been sick, big or small, she’d always known how to handle it… He remembered when they first started dating, Skylar had repeatedly told him that Aurora was a pampered princess who never had to lift a finger at home and that he needed to fulfill his duties as a boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, yet in this relationship, Aurora had always been the one taking care of him. In that moment, Cole was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He looked at her, his face full of shame, wanting to say something. But then he saw her pick up her bag, seemingly not intending to treat his wound, but preparing to leave. He was surprised. “Are you going out?” Aurora hummed, putting on her hat. “Skylar and I planned to have lunch together.” Cole then remembered his sister had just returned from a trip. He quickly grabbed the medicine, hastily treated his hand, and followed her to the entryway. “I’ll drive you.” Aurora was about to refuse, but he took her hand directly, grabbed his car keys, and led her out the door. Once in the car, Cole set the GPS while asking about their afternoon plans. Hearing they were going shopping, he was about to offer to join them when his phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at it, pulled the car to the side of the road, and looked at Aurora apologetically. “I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a message about a last-minute flight assignment. Aurora, can you take a cab?” Aurora had seen his flight mission notification, so she knew he wasn’t lying. She nodded and opened the car door. After his car disappeared from sight, she hailed a taxi. When she arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, Skylar had already placed their order. She excitedly pulled out a gift and presented it to Aurora, her voice brimming with joy. “Ta-da! My travel gift! Open it quickly and see if you like it!” Aurora placed the gift on her lap, not opening it immediately. Instead, she looked up at Skylar, her expression serious. “Skylar, there’s something I want to tell you. I… plan to break up with your brother and then go to Vienna for advanced studies. It’ll probably be for three years.” Skylar’s eyes widened. “What?! Why so sudden? You two were doing so well, why break up?” Aurora smiled, telling her the truth. “Because your brother doesn’t like me. He only got together with me because I look like his ex-girlfriend. He’s always treated me as a substitute.” She had long since made peace with it, so she spoke without emotion. But Skylar, upon hearing this, was instantly enraged. She slammed her hand on the table, her voice filled with disbelief. “Ex-girlfriend? Who? That Seraphina Thorne? When they broke up, Cole seemed to be drunk all the time. After all these years, he still hasn’t gotten over her? How does that Seraphina even look like you? You’re so much prettier than her! My brother ignores you, someone who’s completely devoted to him, and still thinks about her, even using you as her substitute?!” The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Finally, she abandoned her meal. After inquiring about Cole’s whereabouts for a while, she stormed out. Aurora knew Skylar was always very afraid of her brother, but now she was sticking up for her like this. Aurora was deeply touched, but she had already decided to let Cole go and didn’t want things to get ugly, so she quickly tried to stop her. But despite her efforts, Skylar still rushed to the Nightfall Club. At the private room door, just as she was about to push it open, she saw Seraphina standing in the center of the crowd, looking haughtily at Cole. “If you want me to forgive you so badly, fine. Give me a piggyback ride, and I’ll consider it.” At her words, Cole hadn’t even spoken, but several of his friends immediately bristled, stepping forward to intervene. “Seraphina Thorne, you’re going too far! You were the one in the wrong that day, making a big deal about picking a boyfriend, which made Cole angry enough to storm out!” “Now you casually say you want to see him, and Cole, to make you happy, even pushed off an urgent last-minute work assignment and came here to apologize without even changing out of his uniform. Why are you being so unreasonable!” “Exactly! Cole is no ordinary person. No one in this city’s most exclusive circles would dare speak so arrogantly to him. How can you humiliate him like this!” Facing these accusations, Seraphina remained unfazed. “I don’t care about any of that. He was so fierce that day, he scared me. So, I want him to apologize like this. Besides, what’s wrong with giving the person you like a piggyback ride? If he’s too high and mighty, he shouldn’t have come to me.” Amidst the swirling arguments, Cole’s face was cold. A moment later, he met Seraphina’s spoiled gaze and said in a low voice, “If I give you a ride, will you stop looking for boyfriends?” “Yes.” Receiving her firm answer, Cole unbuttoned the top few buttons of his pilot uniform and slowly bent down. “Get on.” Everyone’s mouths hung open, their eyes wide with shock. Seeing Seraphina triumphantly climb onto his back, Skylar, standing outside the private room, was fuming. She gritted her teeth, ready to charge in, but Aurora dragged her into the elevator. Skylar struggled and cursed, then turned back, about to tell Aurora to let go, but she froze the moment she saw Aurora’s expression. There was no emotion on Aurora’s face, but tears were streaming down like broken pearls, pattering onto Skylar’s hand and extinguishing the fire in her heart. She quickly pulled Aurora into a hug, anxiously and tenderly wiping her tears, her own voice catching in her throat. “Aurora, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” “Okay, okay, you don’t have to be with my brother anymore. I’ll introduce you to other handsome guys later, alright?” Aurora smiled, trying hard to swallow the bitterness, but her sobs wouldn’t stop. “Actually, actually, I’m not that sad. I’ve decided to let him go and start a new life.” But why were the tears falling? Perhaps witnessing it all firsthand, remembering so many past events, she was suddenly struck by a realization. It turned out that when Cole truly loved someone, he would be affected by their emotions, he would rush to them regardless of anything, he would humble himself and soften his pride. His love would be undeniably clear for all to see. And she had never been loved by him. Back home, Aurora’s mood had calmed. Waking up, another day had passed, bringing her closer to her departure. She went alone to a concert of her favorite singer, recording the blue sea of glow sticks swaying with the cheering crowd. She pinned this video to the top of her Ins profile, then deleted all the posts she had shared during their relationship. Her few close friends, knowing she was pursuing her dreams, left encouraging comments. “Aurora, I hope one day I can be your biggest fan too!” “Future superstar, is it too much to ask for a signed autograph now?” Cole, who had been uncontactable for days, also liked the post. Seeing the sudden red heart, Aurora was surprised. She remembered Cole never posted on Ins and never looked at other people’s posts. It wasn’t until she saw a few messages from Skylar that she understood why. “Aurora, I got that girl’s SnapChat, it’s driving me crazy!” Below it were several screenshots of Seraphina’s daily posts: sunsets by the beach, leisurely strolls through flower fields, city lights and candlelight dinners… Each post had a comment from Cole. “Why didn’t you post the one I took?” “I heard the cherry blossoms on West Hill are blooming too. I’ll take you in a couple of days.” “Shrimp is a bit hard to peel, but since you like it, I don’t mind.” Scrolling through them, it was like a typical couple’s dating diary. It turned out he’d been so busy monitoring Seraphina’s comments that he’d accidentally seen hers and casually liked it. Aurora offered a small smile, reassured Skylar a few times, and quietly organized all the gifts Cole had given her, the various couple’s items they’d bought, and the photos and diary entries from the past three years. She made several trips to carry them downstairs, ready to throw them away, when she saw Cole suddenly return. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile gracing his eyes. Seeing her, he paused, then veered to greet her. “What’s in the boxes? Are you throwing all this away?” “Just some old clutter I don’t need.” Cole nodded, handed her a cake he was holding, and bent down to help. The moment she saw the cake, Aurora froze for a second. “Why did you suddenly buy a cake?” At her words, Cole stopped, his face slightly falling as he looked at her. “You don’t remember? Today is my birthday.” *His birthday?* Aurora just remembered it was around this time. A month ago, she had been agonizing over what gift to get him. But after learning she was a substitute and deciding to leave, she had completely forgotten about it. After all, he would soon be her ex-boyfriend, what was the point of remembering his birthday? Seeing the fleeting look of realization on her face, Cole’s breathing deepened slightly. Many people had sent him birthday wishes this morning. Only Aurora hadn’t sent anything. He’d thought she was preparing a surprise. Had she forgotten? It wasn’t a crucial matter, but for some reason, Cole felt unsettled, a dull ache in his chest. After all, whether it was an anniversary or his birthday, the little girl used to spend ages preparing and celebrating grandly. Why had she forgotten this year? She was clearly the one who loved him most. Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed several times. It was a message from Seraphina, saying she was throwing him a birthday party. Seeing the address and his friends’ teasing in the group chat, Cole clenched his phone slightly. His earlier gloom vanished, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. As he replied to the messages, he turned to leave. Aurora called out to him. “Your birthday…” Cole paused. “I have something to go do right now. When I get back later, we can celebrate together.” Aurora hummed, quietly watching him leave. Once his figure completely disappeared, she threw all the boxes away. Recalling Cole’s overjoyed expression, she knew he wouldn’t be back to celebrate with her today. Strangely, she felt a sense of relief. The trash can was nearly full, so she casually tossed the cake in too, then turned and went upstairs. A few hours later, Aurora received a message from Mr. Davis. “We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning.” She had just replied “ok” when a voice message from Cole’s friend suddenly came through. “Aurora, come to the Hilton Hotel. Cole’s in trouble, you need to hurry!” Listening to his frantic tone, Aurora froze. The next second, Skylar also called, her voice choked with tears. “Aurora, my brother, my brother…” Only then did she realize the seriousness of the situation, and quickly went downstairs to hail a cab. As soon as she got out of the car, Skylar pulled Aurora and sprinted towards the lake, intermittently explaining what had happened along the way. “Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend followed her from abroad to the hotel, trying to get back together. Cole got angry and fought him. Instead of stopping them, she egged them on, threw a necklace into the lake, and said whoever retrieved it, she’d be with. Her ex was about to jump in, and my brother was going to follow him. There’s a cliff under that lake, even professional divers wouldn’t dare go down. We tried to talk him out of it for ages, but he wouldn’t listen. Aurora, please help me, he’s my only brother!” The more she listened, the more silent Aurora became. She wanted to tell Skylar that if it involved Seraphina Thorne, a hundred of her wouldn’t be able to convince Cole. But looking at Skylar’s red, tear-filled eyes, Aurora couldn’t bring herself to speak. When they reached the lakeside, Cole was still putting on his diving suit. Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend, fully ready, had already plunged into the lake. Watching his figure disappear beneath the surface, a cold glint flashed in Cole’s eyes, and his movements quickened. His friends around him were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, pleading endlessly. “The lake is so deep, the necklace is definitely lost. It’s pointless for anyone to go down, Cole, don’t be a fool!” “Is it worth risking your life for a woman? Cole Remington, damn it, get a grip!” Cole didn’t hear a word. He put on his oxygen mask and shoved aside the group of people blocking his way. Skylar couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward and grabbed him, her voice filled with despair. “You’re going to die just because of her words? Brother, have you thought about Mom and Dad and me? Have you thought about Aurora? If you go today, I, Skylar Remington, will no longer have you as a brother!” The atmosphere on the scene instantly froze. Cole stopped, turning to look steadily at his sister. After a long moment, he raised his hand, took hers, and his voice was low. “I’ll be back. Don’t tell Mom and Dad about this, and don’t tell Aurora.” With that, he peeled Skylar’s fingers off one by one, and resolutely leaped into the water. Watching the ripples spread across the lake’s surface, Aurora stood not far away, her hands tightly clenched. The surroundings were quiet, but someone let out a soft laugh, immediately drawing all eyes. It was Seraphina Thorne. She walked haughtily up to Aurora, her face filled with triumph. “He loves me so much he’s willing to die for me. Aurora Hayes, what do you have to compare with that?” “Seraphina Thorne, joking about someone’s life, you’re sick, go get help!” Seeing her gloating, Skylar, who was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, lunged forward and slapped her hard. Seraphina had never been treated this way and was about to retaliate, but the onlookers quickly pulled them apart. Aurora helped Skylar, comforting her for a long time until she slowly calmed down, staring blankly at the monitoring screen. An hour later, Noah Foster, whose oxygen had run out first, surfaced. The quiet lakeside immediately became agitated. Everyone craned their necks, waiting for Cole. But another five minutes passed, and with his oxygen almost certainly depleted, they still didn’t see him. Panic set in. Only Aurora remained composed. She contacted the Hilton’s rescue team, pleading for their help. Five or six professional divers plunged into the lake. Another ten minutes passed without any movement. Skylar was on the verge of breaking down. Even Seraphina, who had been leisurely watching earlier, became anxious and uneasy. Aurora’s face showed little emotion, but her fingernails were digging deep into her palms. Seraphina’s friends, who had been watching the drama unfold, began to speak despairingly, their voices trembling. “It’s over, it’s over. His oxygen’s been depleted for so long, and he still hasn’t been brought up. It’s probably bad news.” “If something happens, will the Remington family let us off…?” “What does that have to do with us? He’s the one who wanted to risk his life for Seraphina.” Before they could finish, a sound suddenly came from the long-still lake surface. Several rescue personnel were dragging someone, slowly swimming towards the shore. A crowd immediately rushed forward, helping to pull the person onto land. Cole was on the verge of losing consciousness. After his oxygen mask was removed, seeing his pale face, his friends and Skylar’s eyes reddened. But he pressed his hand to his chest, his gaze fixed on Seraphina’s direction. “I… found it. The necklace…” He then slowly raised his trembling right hand. The diamond necklace, washed by the water, reflected a dazzling sparkle in the late afternoon sun. It was too brilliant. And too blinding. His gaze remained on Seraphina, never once noticing Aurora standing nearby. She watched, helpless, as he so passionately loved another. Cole was rushed to the hospital. Aurora stayed with Skylar, keeping vigil in the hospital room all night. At eight in the morning, her pre-set alarm went off. Seeing “Departure” noted on the screen, Skylar suddenly snapped back to reality, hugging Aurora with a reluctant embrace. “Aurora, don’t go, please don’t go. If you leave now, won’t we only see each other again in three years? By then, you’ll be a sparkling superstar, and it’ll be even harder for us to meet. I’ll miss you so much…” Aurora’s eyes also reddened as she gently patted Skylar’s back. After much coaxing, Skylar tearfully and reluctantly saw her off. Aurora walked out of the hospital main entrance, about to hail a cab, when she suddenly paused. She had said goodbye to everyone. Except for Cole. After much thought, she decided their three-year relationship deserved a proper conclusion. She turned and went back inside. Just as she reached the hospital room door, she heard a familiar voice from within. Seraphina was in Cole’s arms, crying her eyes out. “I just wanted you to make a statement, you could have come up without the necklace, why are you so silly?” “I know you still like me. If you just broke up with her and said you wanted to be with me, I would have agreed. Couldn’t you have just softened up for me?” Cole had waited six years for these words. But hearing them now, his heart wasn’t as happy as he’d imagined. Instead, the words “break up” made him unexpectedly think of Aurora. The image of the girl selflessly throwing herself in front of him to shield him from the car, her eyes red as she said she’d love him forever, her laughing face celebrating his birthday, her passionate and adoring expressions countless times beneath him… In an instant, his head throbbed, his mind a chaotic mess, unsure how to answer. Just then, he inadvertently looked up, and for a fleeting moment, he saw Aurora. She stood outside the glass window, watching him steadily. Her dark eyes were like a calm lake, unruffled by any ripples. The moment their gazes met, Cole completely lost his composure. He pushed away the person in his arms and stood up, only to find that the person outside the window had vanished. He chased out, but the hallway was empty. Was it a hallucination? It must be. He hadn’t let anyone tell Aurora about him risking his life to retrieve the necklace for Seraphina, so she wouldn’t know he was hospitalized and wouldn’t come to see him. Cole’s heart pounded wildly. He had a strong feeling that something was slipping out of his control. But what exactly, he couldn’t quite grasp yet. On the other side, Aurora had given up on saying goodbye. Back home, she quietly tore off the calendar page, placed her apartment keys on the table, then picked up her luggage and went downstairs. On the way to the airport, Aurora opened Cole Remington’s chat. After a long deliberation, she typed only three lines. “We should break up. Thank you for taking care of me all these years.” “I also wish you and Seraphina happiness.” “Cole, I’m leaving. Goodbye forever.” With one sentence, she let go of three years of emotions. With one wish for happiness, she granted him his freedom. With one “goodbye forever,” she declared there was no longer any possibility between them. From now on, he would simply be her best friend’s brother. She pressed send. For a long time, there was no reply. Aurora knew Cole was with Seraphina now and probably had no time to check such unimportant messages. Besides, even if he did see them later when he was free, he probably wouldn’t feel any emotional波动. After all, with the person he loved by his side, why would he care about an ex-girlfriend who was just a substitute? Before boarding, Mr. Davis handed her a new phone. “Aurora, according to the contract, you need to disconnect from the outside world starting today. This is your work phone.” Aurora nodded, took out her old phone, and made the exchange. The plane was just taking off, the broadcast was a bit noisy, and a few girls in the back were chattering non-stop. Aurora didn’t see the screen of her old phone light up just before it powered off. Nor did she hear the continuous, frantic dinging of notifications. She turned her head, looking out the airplane window at the cloudy sky turning clear, and smiled faintly. From now on, Aurora Hayes’s life would only be sunny… Three years together, Cole Remington never imagined he would receive a breakup message from Aurora Hayes. When they first started dating, he didn’t know how long the relationship would last. A few days, a few months, a few years—it would be one of those. He had someone he couldn’t let go of in his heart, and Aurora was just a temporary port. So he had invested almost no real feelings in the relationship. Her hopeful eyes when she spoke of marriage, her tears on the verge of falling when she felt wronged… Cole had seen it all, but never truly taken it to heart. He thought he could remain as cold as iron, treating her merely as a substitute to get through those difficult years. But when the person he had longed for in his dreams returned, he found himself not as ruthless and decisive as he’d imagined. The person who should have broken up with him early on had stayed by his side, becoming a crucial obstacle to his reunion with Seraphina. Everyone around him urged him that only a swift cut could untangle the knot. But he struggled and clung to his old love, refusing to let go, while at the same time wavering over his substitute, unable to harden his heart. He couldn’t make a choice, foolishly hoping to drag things out. Until he saw those three messages with his own eyes. Cole felt as if his soul had been sucked out. His mind was blank, hazy, as if he were in a dream. He couldn’t tell if this was a hallucination from lack of oxygen, or the stark, inescapable reality he had to face. If it was a hallucination, why did it feel so real? If it was reality, how could Aurora break up with him? She had chased him for so many years, said she would love him forever. How could she let go so easily? Cole couldn’t make sense of it. He rubbed his eyes hard, slapped his face a few times, trying to make himself clear-headed. But when he looked down again, he still saw those two messages. Only then did he realize that what he thought was a hallucination was very likely reality. In an instant, he shot up from the hospital bed. His slightly trembling fingers furiously tapped on the screen. “Aurora, can we talk?” “There are some things I can explain to you.” “Where are you? Home, or with Skylar?” A flurry of messages, one after another, sent rattling through the phone, but they vanished without a trace, receiving no reply. Cole’s patience slowly ran out. He couldn’t sit still any longer. He ripped the IV needle from his hand, bolted downstairs, and drove frantically home. Skylar had only slept three hours when Cole, bursting in like a madman, woke her up. He shook her, his voice trembling. “Skylar, where’s Aurora? Where did she go?” The accumulated anger of days, mixed with the shock of being woken, made Skylar snap. She threw off the covers, stood up, and slapped Cole across the face. “Don’t you have your precious Seraphina now? Why do you care about Aurora?!” The stinging pain on his face briefly brought Cole back to his senses. He looked at his enraged sister, a twisted expression on his face, somewhere between a smile and a cry. “I… I can explain. Just tell me where she is first?” At his words, Skylar let out a bitter laugh. She looked at him coldly, unleashing all the words she had held back for so long. “Explain? Explain what? Explain how you used Aurora as a substitute for three years? Cole Remington, do you have to be so disgusting to Aurora, and to me?” “Where she went is none of your business! She finally put the past behind her and is starting a new life. Don’t you know a good ex should be like a dead person?” “Go find Seraphina, why don’t you? Weren’t you so desperate for her, you even abandoned your family? Go marry her and get out of the Remington family! I, Skylar Remington, don’t have a brother like you!” She seemed to be so furious that her voice was choked with tears by the end. Cole was shoved out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang. He stared at the closed door, feeling his last shred of hope shatter with that sound. *Aurora knew. She knew he had used her as a substitute?* He felt all his strength drain away, stumbling a few steps. The guilt and regret, hidden deep within his heart for so long, erupted like a volcano, completely engulfing him. Seraphina, carrying chicken soup, walked into the hospital room and froze at the sight of the empty bed. The nurse, tidying medical equipment nearby, was muttering to herself. “What’s the rush? Even pulled out his IV.” Seraphina’s heart sank. She quickly pulled out her phone to contact Cole. No replies to messages, no answers to calls. After waiting half an hour without a response, Seraphina grew irritated. She called Noah. “Where’s Cole? Has he contacted you?” Hearing only the first part, Seraphina’s impatient expression instantly vanished. Her eyes lit up with delight. She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and leisurely left. She hailed a cab and went directly to the Remington family estate without a word. Since Aurora had been so sensible as to break up with him, Cole was now completely in her grasp. The thought of a blissful life where she could openly boss him around and enjoy the Remington family’s resources and connections made her feel utterly elated. When the car stopped at the villa entrance, the butler saw her and was about to announce her, but she waved him off and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the living room, Seraphina saw Cole sitting by the staircase, head down, busy on his phone. She put on a sweet smile and called his name softly. Cole seemed not to hear, not even lifting his head. Instead, a door on the second floor opened. Skylar, in her pajamas, walked out, her eyes filled with coldness as she looked at Seraphina. “Our family doesn’t welcome just any random person. Butler, escort her out!” Seraphina never expected Skylar to treat her with such disrespect, especially in front of Cole. She swallowed her anger, but due to their social standing, she could only suppress her resentment and stiffly change the subject. “I came to see Cole. What does that have to do with you?” “Then both of you can roll out!” Hearing Skylar’s undisguised disgust, the butler, who had been following behind, trembled and quickly gestured for Seraphina to leave. For Seraphina, this gesture was tantamount to humiliation. She stomped her foot a few times, walked up to Cole, and began to complain tearfully. “Cole, I didn’t do anything to your sister, why does she always target me?” Cole raised his pallid, lifeless face. The light that used to shine in his eyes when he looked at her was gone. “You should go home for now.” The expected favoritism didn’t happen, and Seraphina froze. She looked at the imperious Skylar upstairs, her face filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me to leave? Cole Remington, think carefully. If I walk out that door today, even if you beg me, I will never step foot in your house again!” Faced with her threat, Cole was at his breaking point, his voice anxious. “Please stop making a scene, can you just let me cool down for a bit?” From his tone, Seraphina sensed something was wrong with his mood. She was about to ask what had happened, but Skylar had lost her patience. “Our family doesn’t welcome people like you. Are you deaf?” The butler, who had been trying to stay out of it, heard his young lady was truly angry and dared not delay any longer. He called for some maids to escort Seraphina out. She refused to yield, and in the struggle, she overturned the coffee table. The crisp sound of glass smashing on the floor echoed, fragments scattering. The entire living room fell silent. Skylar, enraged, rushed down, ready to settle scores. But the anger that had nowhere to vent was swallowed back when she saw the figures at the doorway. “Mom, Dad, why are you back?” In an instant, all eyes turned to the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Remington, who had flown back overnight from Europe, looked at their son, who was weak and dejected, and at the chaotic mess before them. Their worry slowly turned into displeasure. “What’s all this commotion?” The instigator shivered at the question. Seraphina quickly composed herself, putting on a docile expression. “Hello, Uncle, Auntie…” Seeing her change expressions faster than flipping a book, Skylar sneered and directly interrupted her. “Brother brought some disreputable woman home and wants to tear our house apart.” “No, it’s all a misunderstanding, Uncle, Auntie, I can explain.” Mr. and Mrs. Remington stared coldly at the unfamiliar woman for a long time, effectively silencing her. “Are you Seraphina Thorne?” Hearing Mrs. Remington’s question, Seraphina thought Cole had praised her to his parents and quickly admitted, “Yes, that’s me.” At that answer, Mr. Remington’s face darkened, and he ruthlessly ordered her out. “See her out. And she’s not to be allowed in again!” Given the family patriarch’s command, the maids no longer dared to hesitate. They roughly dragged Seraphina out. Cole, who had been silent for a long time, saw this and forced himself to stand up. “Seraphina, she…” *Slap!* Mr. Remington delivered a harsh slap to his son, his voice filled with disappointment. “I heard all about what happened yesterday. You risked your life for a woman, Cole Remington, you’re an absolute disgrace! Did you even think what would happen to your sister if you’d died in that water yesterday? What about your mother? What about the Remington family?” “I’m telling you, your mother and I will never approve of this Seraphina marrying into this family! Either you get out of the Remington family, or you cut ties with her completely!” Though a distance away, Seraphina clearly heard every word. Her face instantly went ashen. She never imagined that a casual joke could cause such a huge dispute, escalating all the way to Mr. and Mrs. Remington. If it was true what they said, then she and Cole would never have a chance, would they? But Aurora had already broken up with him, and they were on the verge of getting back together, why this setback? After being dragged to the door and left outside, Seraphina felt resentful. She forced down her panic and sent Cole over a dozen messages, trying to explain. Time ticked by, and it was almost dark, but he hadn’t replied to a single one. Looking at the blank chat interface, Seraphina grew increasingly uncertain. She quickly hailed a cab to consult her friends, and on the way, she contacted Cole’s friends to inquire about the situation. Soon, a message came back, but not the one she wanted to hear. “Cole has been contacting everyone all afternoon, trying to find out where Aurora went after they broke up. We’ve searched the whole city and haven’t found a single lead about her. He’s practically losing his mind!” Cole was distraught like this because of Aurora? This news hit Seraphina hundreds of times harder than Mr. and Mrs. Remington’s words. She never imagined that a departed substitute could make Cole abandon her. In an instant, her panic turned to rage, her face clouding with fury. And after her initial anger subsided, what emerged was more scorn and dissatisfaction. *Aurora Hayes, who does she think she is?* After being thoroughly lectured, Cole was confined to his room for reflection. He stared unblinkingly at his phone screen, afraid to miss any message. But every reply he received was, without exception, “no.” The more he saw, the deeper his heartache grew. His fingers dug tightly into his flesh, leaving crimson marks, yet it couldn’t alleviate his anxiety and restlessness. He had practically blown up every phone. But whether by car or train, air or sea, he couldn’t find Aurora Hayes’s name. Had she stayed in the city, or had she left by some other means? Cole didn’t know. He had also tried to contact her friends, but no one would answer his calls, and those who did only offered a cold “I don’t know” or a sarcastic jab. He was at his wit’s end, yet he had no choice but to rack his brain for solutions. He waited from afternoon until midnight, without a moment’s rest. Just as his anxiety reached its peak, a friend he hadn’t contacted in a long time suddenly sent a message, saying he vaguely saw someone who looked a lot like Aurora. Cole couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t open his door, so he climbed out the back window. Clutching a sliver of hope, he rushed to the address. The moment he pushed open the door and saw Seraphina and her friends, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him; he felt cold all over. Seeing that he had truly gone to such lengths for Aurora, Seraphina’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. She looked straight at him, her voice filled with undisguised indignation. “Are you really that bothered by Aurora Hayes? She’s just my substitute, Cole Remington, get it straight!” Hearing the word “substitute” again, a gnawing pain flared in Cole’s heart. He parted his parched lips, his voice hoarse. “She’s a good person. I was wrong to her. If you have a problem, come at me, but leave her alone.” Seraphina had known him for ten years. This was the first time she’d heard him stand up for another woman. Her friends couldn’t help but interject. “Cole Remington, what do you mean by that? Are you really going to abandon Seraphina for some unimportant woman?” “Exactly! Seraphina just decided to forgive you. If you don’t appreciate that and make her angry again, you’ll regret it!” “She’s just a cheap substitute. So what if you broke up? Why make such a big deal about it? Haven’t you seen how much Seraphina has suffered today?” These accusations landed on Cole’s ears, stirring his already troubled mind, leaving him in agony. Seeing him remain silent, the fire in Seraphina’s chest burned hotter and hotter. She was determined to get a definitive answer today. “Are you implying that Aurora Hayes is more important than me in your heart? You didn’t just see her as my substitute, you saw her as your girlfriend, you fell in love with her, didn’t you? Cole Remington, tell me the truth!” Facing the accusation of the person he once deeply loved, Cole’s already fractured reason was pulled to the edge of a cliff. He knew that many unpleasant truths would likely come to a head tonight. He needed to make a decision. But Seraphina, who he’d yearned for for ten years, stood before him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say “no.” He couldn’t deny his relationship with Aurora. A thousand days and nights of living together—holding hands, kissing, embracing… Unconsciously, she had seeped into his life like a gentle rain. But she was too quiet. Whether in sorrow or joy, she rarely made a sound. So quiet that he overlooked her presence, overlooked the fact that he had fallen for her. Only after losing her completely did he finally realize. Aurora Hayes, when she first came into his life, might have been Seraphina Thorne’s substitute. But by the time she left, she had become entirely her own person, no longer bearing anyone else’s label. What he had lost was not a substitute, but a girlfriend. A girlfriend who, like Seraphina, had been by his side for three years. No matter what questions the group threw at him, Cole remained silent. In Seraphina’s eyes, this was tantamount to an admission. She had never imagined that something she held so confidently in her hands could be stolen due to her oversight. And by a substitute who imitated her in every way, yet couldn’t compare to her. She couldn’t swallow this insult, but unable to find Aurora, she unleashed all her frustration on Cole. “Speak! Why aren’t you speaking? Is it so hard to say it was just a fling? Didn’t you tell countless people she was just a substitute?” “Have you forgotten that when we broke up, you solemnly promised me you’d wait for me forever? How could you go back on your word? In just three years, you’ve fallen for someone else? Is this your true heart?” “How is she better than me? From head to toe, she reeks of unsophisticated pettiness! Falling for a woman like that is an insult to me, an insult, do you understand?!” Cole had never seen Seraphina so emotionally distraught. In their relationship, she had always been the high-and-mighty, in-control one, able to stir up trouble with just a few words. Because of her casual indifference, he had always thought she didn’t love him as deeply as he loved her. But only now did he glimpse the true feelings she had hidden away. It turned out she too could be panicked, insecure, and hurt. These emotions should have finally brought him peace. But in Cole’s wavering mind at this moment, these feelings were like oil poured on a fire, intensifying the torment in his heart. He couldn’t understand. If she cared about him so much, cared about their relationship… Then why could she be so cruel as to break up with him and go abroad, staying away for seven years? He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red as he looked at the person before him, and finally, he couldn’t hold back his own questions. “What about you? Why did you break up with me and go abroad when I was most deeply in love with you? Why did you stay away for seven years? You never let go of me either, did you?” “I just wanted to see if you could truly love me wholeheartedly forever, as you said! Did you do it? No, you fell for Aurora Hayes, you broke your promise!” Seraphina had lost all reason, speaking without thinking. Hearing this absurd reason, Cole froze. He never imagined that the seven years he had wasted were merely to test a sincere heart. When they were together, he had nearly given his life for her, and after their breakup, he had been devastated for three years before slowly recovering. Yet she thought his love was fake, his sincerity a lie. In an instant, the years of persistence and trust that had sustained him for a decade collapsed and shattered. Looking at the person before him now, her features just as they had always been, Cole felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. His last shred of unrequited obsession vanished. He lowered his eyes, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Yes, I broke my word. So, let’s end this.” Days turned into weeks. Cole tried every possible way, but he couldn’t find any news about Aurora. She had vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace. From one month to six months, then to three years. He never gave up searching for her. Slowly, Aurora, like Seraphina before her, became Cole’s insurmountable obsession. He still lived in the same apartment. Every morning he woke up to a changed room, lost in thought for a long time. All traces of her had been removed. The only things left to recall the past were the pitifully few photos on his phone. In three years, there were only seven pictures in total. He flipped through them again and again. In his endless longing, Cole grew older. His family started pressing him frequently for marriage, arranging blind dates and introducing him to various girls. But he refused to engage with any of them. Others assumed he had been so hurt by Seraphina that he had lost all hope in love. But only he knew that after that frank confrontation, he had completely let go of her. Could a love that had lasted a decade truly vanish in an instant? Cole thought it was possible. After all, between him and Seraphina, there were seven long years. Over two thousand five hundred days and nights, far longer than their time together. That intense affection, worn down by time, slowly lost its original color, tainted by the pain of unrequited desire. More than love, this emotion was closer to a habit. When that habit was broken, he finally realized that he could have escaped it long ago. But Seraphina couldn’t understand his thoughts and continued to pester him. Amidst their entanglement, Cole’s twenty-seventh birthday arrived. As in previous years, he had dinner with his family, where he was once again urged to marry. Skylar still hadn’t returned, saying she was busy when asked. He didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but he knew that since Aurora’s departure, the relationship between him and his sister had grown distant. He grew irritated by the talk and drank a bit too much. When he returned, Skylar was just getting back. He called out to her. “I’ve been drinking. Can you drive me?” Skylar looked reluctant, about to refuse, but a look from Mr. and Mrs. Remington forced her into the car. Throughout the drive, she didn’t say a word, her face cold. Cole’s mood also sank. After a long silence, he spoke. “Are you going to keep avoiding me like this?” “Avoiding? We’re on different paths; isn’t it better to have less contact?” Skylar didn’t take the olive branch he offered, instead snapping back. Seeing her unforgiving manner, Cole couldn’t help but rub his temples. “What happened before, I was wrong to Aurora. I apologize to you. Can you please stop holding a grudge? Mom and Dad are watching. Do you think they feel good when you act like this?” Hearing him even bring up Mom and Dad, Skylar rolled her eyes, utterly exasperated. “Now you care if Mom and Dad worry? Where was that concern when you were acting like you wanted to die for Seraphina? Don’t pull this big brother act on me. I told you before, I don’t recognize you as my brother!” After venting all her frustration, Skylar put on her music playlist, no longer bothering to argue with him. In the confined space of the car, only the loud, heavy metal music blared. Cole couldn’t find an opportunity to speak, so he opened the window and watched the neon lights outside. After some unknown time, the playlist ended and started over. The first song was now a pop ballad, and a light piano intro began. Cole’s somber mood finally eased. He leaned back in his seat, about to close his eyes and rest. “Gazing at the setting sun, stars and clouds wave in reply, which way does the wind blow…” As the soft, melodic singing began, he opened his eyes, instinctively looking towards the screen. Skylar, quickly realizing, swiftly skipped to the next song. Though he hadn’t seen the singer’s name, her reaction made Cole increasingly certain. That voice, just now, was Aurora Hayes! He spun his head to look at her, immediately catching the fleeting panic on her face, and her forced calm as she deliberately changed the subject. “We’re here. Get out of the car.” Watching Skylar’s fleeing figure, Cole’s intuition grew stronger. He hurried home, opened his laptop, and searched for the song lyrics. Soon, the search engine brought up relevant information. “The Unseen Star, Singer: Aurora Hayes, Song Description…” Cole’s gaze froze at the name Aurora Hayes. Suddenly, he remembered the songs she used to write in her free time and the hopeful look in her eyes when she spoke of becoming a professional singer. He reread the line countless times, then began searching for the name Aurora Hayes. “Aurora Hayes, twenty-four years old, female, rising star under Luminara Records. Officially debuted in March 2024, releasing her first album, Star River Wanderings, in the same month.” Luminara Records? Cole scrolled through his contact list and successfully found the CEO of the music company. He couldn’t wait a moment longer and immediately messaged him. Shortly after, the CEO politely explained the situation and then forwarded a SnapChat contact. It was Aurora Hayes’s current agent, and the talent scout who discovered her, Mr. Davis. From him, Cole learned many things. It turned out that Aurora had disappeared because she had signed a contract with Luminara Records for three years of secret training. After the intensive training, the company immediately tailored her first album. And upon its release, the album was widely praised both within and outside the industry, garnering significant attention. Cole, however, never paid attention to such things, so he had no impression of it. Faced with this sudden news, he felt as if he had been hit by an unexpected stroke of luck, overwhelmed and confused. The joy of a long-awaited reunion, the relief of a finally resolved obsession, long-held regret, and the uncertainty of tomorrow… In an instant, countless emotions surged through Cole’s heart. He stayed up all night, tirelessly searching the internet for every piece of news related to Aurora. He tried to fill the void of the past three years in a single night. When morning came, he rushed straight to the headquarters of Luminara Records. After waiting three hours in the conference room, he finally saw the person he had thought about day and night. The moment Aurora pushed open the door, Cole felt his heart skip several beats. After three years, she looked more mature, exuding an air of self-assurance and grace. Seeing him, she also paused for a moment, but quickly regained her composure, a polite smile on her lips. “Mr. Remington, long time no see.” Hearing her formal address, a flicker of disappointment crossed Cole’s eyes. “Long time no see. Do we have to be so formal?” Hearing their exchange, Mr. Davis, who was standing behind Aurora, quickly jumped in. “You misunderstand, sir. We just feel it’s more respectful to address you as Mr. Remington.” With his cheerful interjection, Aurora no longer needed to make small talk. She offered a slight nod, then sat down, watching the two men exchange pleasantries, and casually opened the contract on the table. She had received a message last night about a project meeting, which was why she had arrived so early. On her way, she’d gotten a message from Skylar, and vaguely guessed that Cole was looking for her. Two weeks ago, after returning from Vienna, she’d heard from various people about all the things he had done to find her over the past three years. While surprised, she was also a little confused. He had only treated her as a substitute, and Seraphina had agreed to get back with him. Why was he still so hung up on someone who had already left? So, once the collaboration discussion was over, and only the two of them remained in the conference room, Aurora didn’t hold back. She asked directly. “The Remington Group recently entered the film and television industry. Is it not a coincidence that this popular music variety show you’re investing in is being offered to a rookie like me?” Aurora’s straightforwardness and politeness slowly chilled the burning anticipation in Cole’s heart. He stared at her, trying to find some familiar trace. But no matter how he looked, he only saw a mask of icy coolness. His clasped hands unconsciously tightened, and his voice was drawn out. “What if it is, and what if it isn’t? Aurora, do we really need to be so precise between us?” It was the answer she expected. Aurora took a sip of coffee, her voice calm. “Mr. Remington, you and I are merely investor and musician. Some things, of course, need to be clarified to avoid misunderstandings.” “Is that all it is?” Seeing the fleeting disappointment in his eyes, Aurora’s voice remained firm. “Of course.” Before coming here, Cole had imagined a thousand possibilities for their reunion. Silence, tears, or feigned composure. The one thing he hadn’t expected was this professional detachment. Was he the only one still clinging to the past, unable to move on? Cole desperately wanted to deny it, so he brought up their history, trying to find confirmation. “But we were together for so long, have you forgotten all that?” “Three years. It’s been three years since we broke up. Not too long, but enough to start a new life. There’s no need to reminisce about the past, especially since they weren’t particularly pleasant memories.” Every word was like a needle piercing Cole. The gnawing ache in his heart made it difficult to control the sorrow on his face. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, and his slightly rapid breathing was almost audible. After a long silence, Aurora heard his low, hoarse apology. “I’m sorry, Aurora. I was wrong about the past. I failed your genuine feelings. I deeply apologize.” By now, Aurora had truly moved on from those past events. In youth, fueled by passion and impulse, who hadn’t acted recklessly for love? She, perhaps, just had a bit of bad luck and loved the wrong person. She accepted her mistake and had the courage to start anew. So, facing these belated apologies, her heart remained unruffled. “It’s all in the past. No need to bring it up again.” With that, Aurora rose and left the conference room. A reunion, after all this time, ended abruptly and unexpectedly. Mr. Davis, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw her emerge and immediately rushed over, his voice cheerful. “Aurora, you and Mr. Remington are old acquaintances? Did you have a good chat?” Having known him for so long, Aurora knew what he was getting at and carefully chose her words. “He’s a friend’s brother; we’ve met a few times before. The chat was okay, but our relationship is just casual.” Mr. Davis, who knew her temperament well, chuckled. “Are you pulling my leg again? If it was ‘casual,’ why would a spot that people fight tooth and nail for go to a newcomer like you? Give me the lowdown, what connections do you really have in the industry? That way, I’ll have leverage when I push for you with the higher-ups!” “If I really had connections, would I have been grinding under you all these years? Mr. Davis, don’t go getting any wild ideas. We just stick to singing, training, and waiting for scheduled gigs.” Aurora continued to persuade him as she ushered him into the recording studio, beginning her work for the day. She worked until evening, and the new song was recorded. After work, Aurora stretched and left the company. Downstairs, she saw Skylar waiting in the distance, waving at her. Although the two friends had met when Aurora returned to the country, she had been busy with work and moving for the past two weeks, so they had only communicated by phone. With tomorrow being a day off, the two friends decided to meet up. They first went to their favorite restaurant, then watched a movie. By the time they came out, it was already eleven o’clock, so Aurora took Skylar back to her new apartment. The moment Skylar entered and saw the brand-new slippers, pajamas, and daily necessities prepared for her, she was overjoyed. She pulled Aurora onto the sofa, and they nestled together, watching shows, eating snacks, and chatting about gossip. The scene was exactly as it used to be. Both felt like they had gone back to their school days, filled with emotion. “What? Cole Remington went to see you this morning?” Although Aurora mentioned it casually, Skylar exploded like a pot of boiling water. Seeing her so agitated, Aurora quickly pulled her down to sit and handed her the juice on the table, trying to calm her down. “It was about work, nothing much was said. Don’t be so dramatic.” Skylar took a big gulp of orange juice, still holding a grudge from three years ago, her voice indignant. “He still has the nerve to see you? Ugh. If it weren’t for blood, for what he did, I’d get a bunch of people to beat him up. I warned him countless times, but he never learns his lesson. No, I’m going to confront him tomorrow. Aurora, don’t worry, I won’t let him bother you again.” Aurora knew Skylar was doing this for her own good. But they were siblings after all, and she didn’t want Skylar to strain her family relationship because of her. She gently tried to persuade her. “Skylar, I’ve put the past behind me. You don’t need to worry anymore. From now on, in my eyes, he’s just my best friend’s brother.” Skylar stared intently at her, and seeing Aurora’s relaxed expression, she finally believed that she had truly moved on. “Brother? I don’t have a brother like that. Just treat him like a familiar stranger, don’t bother with him. If he still dares to bother you, just tell me, and I’ll teach him a lesson.” Seeing Skylar chattering on, ready to stand up for her, Aurora felt a warmth in her heart and hugged her. “Okay, everything you say is right. I’ll obey!” Skylar finally felt more at ease and fed her some fruit. Seeing her feasting heartily, she suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, “You said he sought you out for work? What kind of work?” “He invited me to be a resident guest on the third season of ‘Melodies of the Heart.’” At this, Skylar remembered that their family was indeed the biggest investor in that show. She frowned, speaking hesitantly. “This show was indeed invested in by Cole. It’s been very popular domestically for the past two years. He gave you one of the four resident guest spots. What’s he plotting?” Aurora had thought about this question too. But whatever his intentions, getting this spot was an opportunity for her, a newcomer. So she didn’t want to rack her brain trying to guess his motives. “Who cares? The company’s got my back, so nothing bad will happen. I’m just worried that getting such a good job out of nowhere, people might call me a ‘privileged artist’?” “With me around, how could that happen? Aurora, don’t worry, I’ll handle your online reputation. If anyone dares to call you a ‘privileged artist,’ I’ll get someone to tailor-make a unique music show just for you, so everyone can see what real connections look like.” Seeing that she had let go of her worries, Aurora also sighed in relief, picking up on Skylar’s playful tone. “If it’s just me, will anyone even watch? How about you invite all the big-name artists in the industry to be my guests? That’ll create buzz. Otherwise, aren’t you just promoting me for free?” “What’s our relationship? If I promote you, I promote you. Who can say anything?” The sisters bantered back and forth, endlessly enjoying each other’s company. They chatted until dawn before Skylar finally felt sleepy. Aurora tucked her in and turned off the light. Listening to Skylar’s soft breathing beside her, she smiled faintly. Everything was different now. But thankfully, she and Skylar were still the same as ever. The next day, they both slept until afternoon. After washing up, Skylar complained she was hungry and took Aurora out, saying she wanted to try a newly opened dessert shop. The shop was located halfway up a hill. Since it was a weekday, there weren’t many people. They found a spot on the outdoor terrace and exchanged secrets while looking at the mountains of red cherry blossoms and lush green leaves. As they were chatting animatedly, a few people walked by. One of them accidentally tilted their tray, and a cream cake fell onto Aurora’s clothes. Seeing her stained dress, she frowned slightly, pulling out a few tissues to wipe it. The girl who caused the trouble was about to apologize, but after seeing their faces, her apologies turned to surprise. “It’s you two?” Hearing the familiar voice, Skylar stopped helping Aurora wipe her clothes. She looked up and saw Seraphina Thorne. After half a year, she was still the same, always making a scene wherever she went. Confronted like this, Skylar’s expression immediately turned subtle. Skylar’s face also darkened, and she instantly shielded Aurora behind her. “Don’t you have a mouth? Can’t even say sorry? No wonder you hang out with people like her.” Hearing her mockery, the girl who caused the accident glared, ready to retort, but Seraphina stopped her. She raised an eyebrow, looked at Skylar, who had been causing her trouble for the past three years, and scoffed. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Remington family’s little shrew and my substitute.” When it came to comebacks, Skylar never let anyone get the better of her. “Oh, no, I’m not. How could I compare to a clingy nuisance that everyone dislikes? What, did you get rejected by Cole Remington again today, so you came here looking for attention? Sorry, but no one in the Remington family wants anything to do with someone who throws herself at him. You can give up that idea.” Having her sore spot exposed in front of Aurora, Seraphina’s anger flared, and she could no longer maintain her calm facade. “Skylar Remington, my business with Cole is none of your concern, okay? Watch your mouth! Before you speak, think about this: if I’m ‘throwing myself at him,’ what does the person behind you count as? A fake?” Whenever Aurora was involved, Skylar would bristle with anger like a protective mother animal. She didn’t bother with words and immediately picked up the half-eaten cake from the table, throwing it directly at Seraphina’s face. “Too bad for you! The man you’ve been chasing for thirteen years doesn’t want you, and now he’s chasing me and Aurora. Are you jealous?” Being humiliated like this in front of her friends, her carefully applied makeup ruined, Seraphina’s face turned beet red with fury. “Skylar Remington, don’t think that just because you’re Cole Remington’s sister, I have to put up with you…” “I never asked you to put up with anything, did I? If you’re so capable, then get your revenge!” The two were equally stubborn, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. Seraphina’s friends, wary of Skylar’s identity and afraid of offending the Remington family, quickly pulled her back. Aurora also didn’t want to waste a beautiful day off on undeserving people and tried to calm Skylar from behind. At her insistence, Skylar finally relented, pulling Aurora to leave. As they passed Seraphina, she deliberately stuck out a leg to trip someone. Aurora, caught off guard, stumbled a few steps, almost falling against a stone wall, but Skylar caught her, steadying her. The argument, which had been about to subside, instantly escalated again due to this provocation. Skylar couldn’t swallow the insult and lunged forward to teach them a lesson. Aurora, fearing she might get hurt, rushed to help. As the two girls struggled with the five friends, someone bit Skylar’s hand. Without thinking, she grabbed a plate from the table and smashed it against the person dragging her from behind. *CRASH!* Seraphina fell to the ground. Blood streamed down her forehead. *Drip, drip, drip.* Cole Remington received the news and rushed to the police station. He saw his sister still arguing with the police and took a deep breath. “I told you, she started it! The surveillance footage shows it clearly!” He walked over, pressed Skylar, who was pounding the table in protest, into a chair, and then noticed Aurora sitting inside. Their eyes met, and a hint of surprise flashed in his. He was about to ask what had happened when the police officer spoke first. “You’re here to bail them out, right? They got into a conflict at the cake shop and sent someone to the hospital. The other party agreed to a settlement, but they’re refusing. You really should talk some sense into them.” After the officer sighed and left the room, Skylar turned to Cole and repeated what she had said earlier. “Aurora and I are the victims. It was legitimate self-defense when our personal safety was threatened. Why should we seek their understanding?” Hearing her stubbornly insist on clarifying everything, Cole had no choice but to raise his voice. “Alright, first, explain exactly what happened.” Skylar then patiently recounted the entire incident. When Cole heard that Aurora had nearly been hurt, his heart pounded a few times, and he instinctively glanced at her. But she showed no expression, simply pulled out a tissue and wiped the cream from Skylar’s bag. “If I hadn’t caught her, Aurora would be in the hospital right now. I was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. Why should we settle and apologize to them?” After understanding the situation, Cole’s face also darkened. He signed the bail papers and took the two girls out of the police station. “You two go home first. I’ll handle this.” Watching their car drive out of sight, he turned and looked at the hospital, a few dozen yards away. Seraphina Thorne was in room 1406. When Cole pushed open the door, she had just returned from her last examination. Several girls were gathered around her bed, offering advice. “Seraphina, we can’t afford to offend the Remingtons. It’s just a minor injury, let it go.” “Skylar is a total shrew. From now on, let’s avoid her so she doesn’t go crazy again.” Seraphina, hurt and still having to swallow her anger, was about to lash out when she saw Cole. Her furious face instantly transformed into a pitiful, tearful expression, her eyes misty. “Cole, I knew you hadn’t let go of me. I knew you’d come to see me.” The girls exchanged glances, then tacitly found excuses to slip out, leaving them alone. Once the last person left, Cole closed the door and turned back. In three years, from gatherings to chance encounters, and later through work after he returned to the Remington Group, he and Seraphina met at least four times a week. He had told her countless times that they were over. But she still refused to give up, stubbornly believing he was just angry with her, insisting on chasing him. Slowly, he stopped bothering to explain, allowing her to engineer various “chance” encounters, offering no response. During this time, he also heard about the minor conflicts between her and Skylar, mostly verbal spats, which he hadn’t taken seriously. Yet, he never imagined that years of ignoring her would not make Seraphina come to her senses, but instead make her more reckless. The thought of Aurora almost getting hurt today deeply displeased Cole. He looked coldly at Seraphina as she, with misty eyes, walked towards him, extending her hand pitifully. Just as she was about to grasp his hand, he stepped back a few paces and spoke in a low voice. “I’ve already heard what Skylar said about today. Aurora just came back to the country and didn’t have any past dealings with you. Why did you deliberately target her?” His few words choked Seraphina’s accusations in her throat. She blinked, a tear falling, her voice filled with grievance. “They started calling me names! Vivian and Arya heard it all, you can ask them.” “They’re your friends, of course they’ll take your side. Skylar might call you names, but how could Aurora have offended you? You’re just taking advantage of her good temper, picking on the easy target, aren’t you?” Seraphina never expected him to finally take the initiative, only to side with the person who had caused her injury. She was deeply resentful and started acting stubbornly unreasonable again. “Yes, I just don’t like her, is that not allowed? If it weren’t for her, how would we be in this situation today? You’re still defending her! You clearly don’t care about me!” He had seen her breakdown and cry like this countless times in the past three years; he was immune to it now. His phone buzzed a few times. He took it out, saw a message from his secretary, and his voice turned cold. “I’ve put a stop to all five projects the Remington family was collaborating on with the Thorne family. Whether or not cooperation resumes depends on your attitude. If you continue to cause trouble for Skylar and Aurora like you did today, you will face the consequences.” Hearing his icy tone, Seraphina’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you say?! You’re doing this to me to get back at me for them? Look closely, I’m the one who’s hurt!” Cole’s patience had run out. He gave her one last look. His eyes held nothing but utter indifference. “Skylar is my sister. Aurora is the person I care about most. Don’t you understand?” With that, he turned and left, regardless of her reaction. The moment the door closed, heart-wrenching wails erupted from the room. But Cole didn’t look back. *** [Cliffhanger] *** Aurora took Skylar home, and both changed out of their stained clothes. The housekeeper had already prepared dinner, and they ate and chatted about what had happened that day. Just as they finished eating, Cole’s call came through. “I’m done here. Where are you two? Let’s have dinner together. There are a few things I wanted to ask you.” Skylar put down her chopsticks and leisurely spoke. “No need. Aurora and I have already eaten. If you have anything you want to ask, say it now. Don’t interrupt our sister time.” “Then let’s grab some coffee. It’s still early.” Being siblings, Skylar immediately understood his intentions and scoffed. “I threw the cake, I caused the scene. It has nothing to do with Aurora. You’re just looking for an excuse to see Aurora, aren’t you? Let me tell you, she has nothing to do with you anymore. Put your silly ideas away.” After saying all that in one breath, she didn’t give him any face and hung up the phone. Seeing the smug look on her face, Aurora couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Skylar, why have you gotten so feisty in three years? Now you even dare to talk back to your brother.” “It’s all to protect you from getting hurt again, you know? It’s not easy being me.”

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  • My husband, the man I thought loved me deeply for a decade, cheated on me. Not once, not twice, but three separate times.

    Everyone said Julian loved Anya more than his own life. He pursued her for ten years, spoiled her for ten, and would ache for hours if she even frowned. Yet, this same Julian betrayed her, not once, but three times. The first time, he was drugged by a rival at a corporate gala and ended up having a one-night stand with a college student. The day I brought up divorce, he shipped the girl overseas overnight. Then he stood under my apartment window, letting the rain soak him for three whole days and nights. He pleaded, “Anya, I messed up. Just forgive me this once.” Looking at his pale, defeated face, my resolve crumbled. The second time, I walked into him at the hospital, accompanying that same college student to her prenatal check-up. His eyes were red-rimmed as he explained, “Anya, two weeks ago I was abroad for a business deal. I got into a car accident. She risked the car exploding to pull me out, saving my life.” “Later, we found out she was pregnant, and Grandma threatened suicide if I didn’t keep the baby.” He held me so tight, his voice trembling. “Please, don’t leave me, okay? I swear, once she gives birth, I’ll send her away. The baby will be sent to our family’s estate. They’ll never appear before you again, I promise.” And like an idiot, I believed him. The third time, he was at an auction, openly bidding against me for my mother’s keepsakes. That sapphire necklace was her favorite piece of jewelry when she was alive, the only tangible memory she left me. But Julian’s bids grew more aggressive with each raise. Finally, he drove the price astronomically high, winning the necklace only to give it directly to that college student. I stormed into his private box, demanding answers. He just tiredly rubbed his temples. “She’s been struggling with prenatal depression lately, and she really set her heart on this necklace.” “Anya, please, just let her have this, okay?” In that moment, a bitter laugh escaped me, tears streaming down my face as I did. “And what if I don’t?” He frowned. “Anya, stop being dramatic. Serena is due any day now. Once the baby’s born, everything will go back to how it used to be.” I stared at him, my heart feeling like it was being brutally split open by an axe. “Back to how it used to be?” What did ‘how it used to be’ even mean? Was it when his eyes were only for me? Or when he’d drive three hours on a stormy night just to get me a slice of strawberry cake? Did he even remember any of it? “Mr. King…” Melanie’s shocked cry echoed behind me. She was clutching her stomach, leaning against the wall, her face a ghostly white. “I twisted my ankle… it hurts so much…” Dominic’s expression instantly twisted. He shoved me away, almost knocking me over, and rushed to scoop her into his arms. His shoulder brutally slammed into me. I stumbled backward, my hipbone hitting the sharp corner of a table. The pain was so intense, cold sweat immediately drenched my back. “Dominic!” I called out, my voice trembling. But he didn’t even glance back. He strode away with Melanie in his arms, leaving me only with his hurried back. I stood there, the more I tried to smile, the more tears streamed down my face. The life-saving act that bound him, coupled with that child they shared… Dominic, you’d never be able to shake her off now. How could we ever go back to how things were? I staggered to my feet, wiping away the blood from my temple, and got into the car. My driver, Mark, asked cautiously, “Ma’am, back to the mansion?” “No.” I closed my eyes. “To the law firm.” Two hours later, I, Seraphina, held the freshly printed divorce papers and headed to the hospital. Outside the top-floor VIP room, the bodyguards saw me, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they looked down. I stood at the end of the hallway, watching Dominic. He’d booked the entire floor for Melanie. Doctors and nurses were on call, and he stayed glued to her bedside. If she so much as furrowed her brow, he’d panic as if the sky were falling. “I really want tiramisu from that fancy dessert shop across town…” Melanie whined softly, fluttering her eyelashes. Dominic didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed his car keys and was out the door. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” I stood in the shadows, my heart aching as if it had been ripped open. Only after he left did I push open the hospital room door. Melanie’s eyes instantly welled up when she saw me. “Miss King, are you here to accuse me? I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to. I just liked that necklace so much…” Her tears hovered at the brink, her voice catching. “Even though Mr. King took it from you to give to me, he only did it so I could have a smooth delivery, all to get back with you. He’s been taking care of me, but I know he’s only thinking of you.” “It’s just us two here, stop pretending.” I had no desire to appreciate her masterful acting. “Years ago, Dominic gave you fifty million to disappear, yet you still showed up in front of him, pregnant no less. I know exactly what you want.” Her tears froze on her face. “I’m done with your games.” I handed her the divorce papers. “If I give these to him personally, he won’t sign. You figure out a way to get him to sign without him knowing.” Melanie bit her lip. “You misunderstand, I never wanted to break you two up…” “This is your only chance,” I interrupted. “Think carefully.” Melanie stared at the papers for a long time before finally reaching out to take them. “…Thank you, Miss King, for making our family of three complete.” A family of three. My chest felt as if a dull knife had brutally stabbed through it, the pain making my breath tremble. “Then I wish you… a happy family of three, forever.” Back at the mansion, I pulled out a cardboard box and began packing away everything related to Dominic. Dominic and I had grown up together, the memories countless. The first thing I placed in the box was a photo album. Flipping to the first page, there was a photo of us at five years old. He was wearing a tiny suit, a stern look on his face as he stood beside me, but his hand was secretly clutching the corner of my dress. Aunt Victoria used to say he stubbornly refused to take a picture alone that day, insisting on being with me. That was the first time he showed his possessiveness over me. The second item was a button from his high school uniform. On graduation day, all the girls were scrambling for buttons from the boys, but I just sat at my desk. Later, when school was out, I found his button quietly resting on my desk, along with a note: “Only take mine.” Even then, he’d learned to use his status as the King family heir to keep other boys away from me. The third item was a diamond ring. The very day I became legally old enough to marry, he couldn’t wait to propose to me on the massive LED screen in the city’s downtown heart. As rose petals rained down from a helicopter, this diamond ring shimmered coldly in his hand. He put it on my finger himself, his eyes filled with love. “Sera, for the rest of my life, I am yours.” If not for Melanie, I truly believed we would grow old together. I chuckled self-deprecatingly, putting all these items into the cardboard box, then tossing them into the trash. The next morning, I was woken by the commotion downstairs. As I walked out, I saw the staff carrying bags of luxury goods into the living room. Hermès bags, Cartier jewelry, Chanel haute couture… Melanie stood in the grand hall, shaking her head delicately. “Mr. King, this is too much. I never wanted all this…” Dominic looked at her tenderly. “Don’t argue, just take them. A happy mood will ensure a smooth delivery for the baby.” The moment he finished speaking, he saw me. His expression stiffened, and he quickly spoke.

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  • When I’ve lost my emotional connection

    The day I was taken into the operating room, my family and boyfriend were all with my adoptive sister, watching her competition. That day, my surgery had complications. The tumor in my brain was removed, but my nerves were damaged. I lost the ability to feel emotions like a normal person. ****** I had a tumor in my brain. I initially wanted to tell my parents and boyfriend about it. But my parents were busy buying plane tickets to accompany my adoptive sister abroad for a dance competition. My boyfriend was also working overtime a lot lately. My finger hovered over the message for a long time before I chose to delete it. I knew that anything about me, even if I said it, wouldn’t matter to anyone. After all, in everyone’s eyes, my existence isn’t even a fraction as important as my adoptive sister’s.   My adoptive sister Rose is the daughter of Dad’s comrade. When she was six, a car accident unexpectedly took her parents’ lives. Rose was driven away and shunned by her relatives. She ended up dirty and wandering the streets until Dad, who came to pay his respects to an old friend, found her. From then on, she became the second daughter in our family. That year, I was ten, and Rose was six. Dad and Mom told me, “Crystal, you’re already a big kid. You need to learn to take care of your sister.” I wasn’t sure how to take care of a sister. All I knew was that Rose always seemed so fragile. She didn’t have to do anything but stand there and look at me with her tear-reddened eyes. Everything of mine would become hers. At ten, I lost my bedroom and moved into the guest room. At twelve, my piano lessons were canceled, and the piano at home was sold. The empty music room became Rose’s dance studio. After fifteen, I never wore new clothes again, always alternating between two school uniforms. My parents didn’t care. They dressed Rose beautifully and praised her looks to everyone they met. From that time, I rarely went home. The year I was about to graduate from college, Rose went to another city for university. My parents briefly remembered me. They often called to ask about my life, sometimes sending me job postings from my city. Raising a comrade’s orphan to college was Dad’s greatest achievement. He was in high spirits, saying he wanted to visit me in my city and help me see if my boyfriend of three years was reliable. I no longer had any expectations of them. But I still booked a hotel and restaurant for their visit, not expecting Rose to show up with them. That day, her smile was as pure as when she first came to our home. She smiled at my boyfriend like that all evening. Later, I saw Rose’s avatar pinned at the top of my boyfriend Tom’s Snapchat chat.

    Before being taken into the operating room, I couldn’t hold back and called my parents. The call only lasted three seconds, with Mom and Dad’s anxious voices on the line: “Crystal, we’re about to board. Your sister’s competition is important. Whatever it is, wait until we get back.” I didn’t even manage to say a word before the call was cut off. I stared at my phone screen, dazed. Just then, I saw a new post from my boyfriend Tom. He said he was off to chase his dreams, with a picture of a plane ticket showing the country where Rose’s competition was. I stared at the screen until Aunt couldn’t stand it and took my phone away. ” Aunt has signed the consent form for you. Don’t worry, whatever happens, Aunt will take care of it,” she lovingly patted my head and sighed, “Brother has been foolish all these years, poor you… Go on, child, I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I was taken into the operating room as the anesthesia gradually took effect. Before losing consciousness, I couldn’t help but wonder if I died in this surgery, would my parents shed a tear for me? And Tom, I thought, once I come out, I must tell him. I knew he had changed his heart long ago. This time, I decided I don’t want him anymore.   The story of Tom and me wasn’t very dramatic, but back in college, it was well-regarded among teachers and classmates. The story started typically. The student council president, who had a great family background and looks, helped an exhausted logistics member who fainted from low blood sugar at an orientation event. The second time we met, he had two candies in his pocket just for me. From then on, keeping candies in his pocket for me became Tom’s habit. He saw me as fragile. He would always look at me worriedly and say, “Crystal, I’ve never been so afraid of losing someone.” He said I meant something different to him than anyone else. There was always a special place for me by his side. Just like he always had candies ready for me in his coat pocket. But the last time, after pulling two all-nighters for meetings, I reached into Tom’s coat pocket. All I found was a strange lipstick, Chanel silver tube 116, Rose’s favorite shade. Silently, I put the lipstick back in his pocket and learned to carry my own candies from then on.

    My life changed drastically with ten as the dividing line. From ten, I was trying to get used to living without relying on anyone. I lowered my expectations of everyone. As long as I didn’t have expectations, I wouldn’t be disappointed, nor would I fall into despair when disappointments piled up. But after all, I’m human and can’t be as carefree as I imagined. Tom pursued me for a year and cared for me for the next three. In total, he spent four years gradually moving me, making me feel I had someone to rely on. But stories are always so cliché. Just when I thought I had found someone I could truly trust, he changed his heart. He fell for my adoptive sister. Initially, it was sympathy for her childhood background. Then it was her lively and charming personality, which deeply attracted his attention. Later, listening to Rose talk about her passion for dance and witnessing her excellence on stage, he realized his true feelings. Tom said he had never seen someone so special, as sincere as a flame. Because of her, he discovered that love should burn passionately. With me, it was more of a familial attachment and a habit in life. This was Tom’s drunken confession. After that, he started preparing to pursue Rose and break up with me. Of course, I was also preparing for the same thing. I would exit their world, just trying to do it as gracefully as possible. This was something I often did in the first twenty years of my life, getting used to being unnoticed and quietly stepping back. But these thoughts changed entirely the moment I opened my eyes after surgery. I realized it shouldn’t be me who steps back.   Aunt was the first to notice my change. She sat by my hospital bed, peeling an apple and sharing stories to comfort me. Then she realized I didn’t seem to need comforting. In her eyes, I was always quiet and rarely expressed my needs. But she could always see from my eyes that I still longed for my parents’ attention, for the complete family affection that should have been mine. But now, that longing was gone.

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  • He Played Me For A Fool, So I Left

    “Cassidy, Julian’s been hurt. He’s at St. Mary’s Hospital! Get here, now!” The sudden ring of my phone ripped me awake from my sleep. I threw on the first clothes I could find and bolted out the door. The night was deep and heavy with dew, and a biting wind slapped my face. By the time I reached the hospital, a bone-deep chill had settled in my entire body – and it wasn’t just from the weather. I didn’t even stop to fix my messy hair or catch my breath. Just as my hand reached for the doorknob, a rush of voices, loud and jarring, suddenly spilled out from inside the room. “Julian, your wedding to Cassidy is next month, man. And you pulled that death-defying stunt, racing for Blair’s necklace? You almost got yourself killed, totaled your car! Aren’t you worried your obsessed little puppy, Cassidy, will finally wise up and ditch you?” My hand, already gripping the cold metal doorknob, froze solid. I didn’t move. I just stood there, holding my breath, waiting for *his* answer. It wasn’t long before I heard Julian’s familiar, arrogant scoff. His voice dripped with pure, venomous mockery. “Run? Her? Leave me? You gotta be kidding. She’s head-over-heels obsessed. I could literally kick her out, and she’d still find a way back!” His words weren’t surprising. Not at all. I pressed my lips into a thin, grim line. With a surge of newfound strength, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sudden creak of the door snagged everyone’s attention. A few guys, lounging or standing in their racing gear, glanced over. Far from appearing flustered at being caught, their eyes glinted with mischievous amusement, their voices rising with a taunting edge. “Well, well, Aria Hayes, the hospital’s at least thirty minutes from your place, isn’t it? You made it here in fifteen. Guess you’re really scared something might happen to Landon, huh?” My gaze locked onto Landon Montgomery, who was sprawled on the hospital bed. I didn’t flinch or blush at their mockery. Instead, I simply nodded. “Yes. He’s very important to me.” My words unleashed a torrent of laughter from the group. One of them, a smirk plastered on his face, spoke up. “Landon just told us he’s bored out of his mind lying here. Since you love him so much, Aria, why don’t you entertain him? Do a little dance!” As soon as he finished, another chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement. “Just dancing? How dull! How about a striptease?” Their blatant malice stunned me. I knew Landon’s friends despised me, finding endless amusement in my humiliation. But I never imagined they’d demand something so… depraved. My lips parted, a refusal already forming on my tongue, but Landon’s voice cut me off, cold and sharp. “What, you won’t? Didn’t you say you loved me, that you’d do anything for me?” I stared at him, my head snapping up. His expression was utterly devoid of emotion, yet his eyes held an unnerving certainty. He clearly wouldn’t back down. It was obvious. If I didn’t perform this striptease, they wouldn’t let it go. Thinking of our wedding, now just a month away, I couldn’t risk any more complications. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Fine. I’ll dance.” The moment the words left my mouth, the shouts and catcalls erupted, louder than before. With them came a wave of crushing shame. Years of loving Landon had taught me to crush my own dignity, offering it up for their amusement, calmly enduring the brazen insults from him and his friends. But this was a hospital. Even with the door closed, his friends were here. The shame of dancing a striptease in front of them washed over me, making my body tingle with dread, each step I took stiff and unwilling. One by one, my clothes came off, a biting chill seeping into my bones. I bit my lip, silently repeating a mantra: *It’s okay. Just bear it a little longer, and it will all be over.* Finally, my trembling fingers reached for the last scrap of fabric covering me – a thin camisole. Amidst the whistles and jeers, Landon’s harsh voice suddenly cut through the air. “Enough! You’re truly shameless…” Landon’s face was a mask of disgust, his voice laced with a barely concealed snarl. When he spoke again, it was with pure arrogance. “I’m hungry. Go get me something to eat.” I kept my head down, his cruel words barely registering. I just let out a long, silent breath, gathered my clothes, and nodded as I walked out. “Seriously, Landon, she’s the city’s most notorious doormat. You’d think she’d be mad, but she’s still running off to get you food.” Their harsh taunts faded as I walked away. There were plenty of places to grab food outside the hospital, but I bypassed them all. Landon was particular. He only ever ate from a select few restaurants. By the time I returned to the hospital with his meal, his room was empty save for Landon, now fast asleep. I gently placed the food container on the bedside table. Then, I heard him murmur in his sleep, “Blair, if only you’d give in, if only you’d say you still love me… I wouldn’t marry her…” Hearing those words, my blood ran cold, a chilling torrent through my veins. My face drained of all color, turning ashen white in an instant. I stood there, utterly frozen. All I wanted was this one wedding. After it, he could do whatever he pleased. Was even that too much to ask? In the silent darkness of the night, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind. 【Host, mission progress has reached 99%. As soon as your wedding with Landon Montgomery is successfully completed, you will receive your reward.】 The system’s voice jolted me back to reality. I let out another long, shaky breath, trying to calm myself. *It’s okay. He’s just thinking out loud. He hasn’t actually suggested canceling the wedding.* I opened my phone, staring at the wedding countdown on the screen. Landon Montgomery was the golden boy of the city’s elite, and Blair Kingston, the darling socialite. Everyone in their circle called them a perfect match, a destined couple. They were each other’s first loves. Perhaps it was because they loved too fiercely, their relationship had been a whirlwind, and their breakup even more devastating. Blair, in a fit of rage, had gone abroad, leaving behind a chilling declaration: whoever crawled back first was pathetic. Landon, a man of immense pride, no matter how desperately he still loved her, refused to lower himself and chase her. He’d spend his days drowning his sorrows, claiming he didn’t care, yet he couldn’t stop obsessing over her updates – until he heard Blair had found a boyfriend overseas. That very day, out of spite, he’d agreed to marry me, me, Aria Hayes, who had always chased after him, always the object of his friends’ mocking “doormat” jokes. In the days that followed, Blair never returned home. Instead, she posted daily declarations of love with her new boyfriend on Instagram. Landon, consumed by a frenzied jealousy, escalated their silent war by announcing his engagement to me. Everyone laughed, saying I had been hopelessly in love with Landon for years, willing to sacrifice anything, even my life, for him. And through sheer stubbornness, I had actually waited for the day he would agree to marry me. But then, on the eve of our wedding, Blair came back. Years of devoted companionship vanished in an instant. He started abandoning me again and again. Everyone mocked me, saying all my efforts had been for nothing. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care whom Landon loved. I didn’t care if he would eventually cast me aside. All I cared about was whether this wedding could proceed as planned. Because that was the mission the system had given me when it brought me to this world – *Conquer Landon Montgomery and have a wedding with him.* For this, I had pursued him relentlessly for ten years, without complaint or regret. All because the system told me that completing the mission would grant me one wish. And my wish, my deepest desire, was to bring back my true love – Liam Thorne. I couldn’t remember when I’d fallen asleep. The next time I opened my eyes, it was already early morning. “Landon, thanks again for helping me get that necklace yesterday. To show my gratitude, I’ve rounded up the guys for a party at The Velvet Lounge tonight. You absolutely *have* to be there!” The sound of voices filtered into the room. I groggily opened my eyes to see Landon holding his phone, a soft, tender expression on his face – an expression I’d never seen directed at me. He was agreeing to Blair Kingston’s utterly unreasonable demand. “Okay.” He never showed me that kind of warmth. The call ended, and it was then he noticed I was awake. The softness on his face vanished, replaced by his usual indifferent mask. His voice, unlike his tone on the phone, was flat. “Go arrange my discharge.” I remained seated on the edge of the bed, hesitant. My face showed a hint of doubt. “You just got injured. You should really rest for a few more days…” I offered my quiet advice, but Landon’s face instantly hardened. “What, you’re not listening to me now?” It was as if one more word of defiance from me would make him cancel the wedding on the spot. I couldn’t risk it. After a moment of heavy silence, I finally rose and left the room to handle his discharge. Before long, we were both in a car, heading for The Velvet Lounge. By the time we arrived at the private room, everyone was already there. Blair, beaming, pulled us over to the table and pushed a few drinks towards us. “You’re late! According to the rules, you both owe three penalty shots!” Six brimming glasses sat before us, and everyone else immediately began to cheer. Watching Landon actually reach for a glass, an alarm blared in my mind. I quickly snatched them away. “You’re allergic to alcohol, you can’t drink. I’ll drink them for you.” With that, I picked up a glass and downed it in one go. The cheers grew even louder. “Amazing, Aria! Again, again!” Glass after glass, all six were quickly emptied. But the group, as if they’d found a new toy, started inventing reasons to get Landon to drink. Without exception, all those drinks ended up in my stomach. Over the years, I’d accompanied Landon to countless parties, always shielding him from drinks. I’d built up a strong tolerance, but even the best tolerance couldn’t handle this kind of onslaught. Soon, my stomach began to churn violently. Waving them off, I rushed to the bathroom again, throwing up until I felt empty. Enduring the burning pain in my stomach, I splashed water on my face and looked up. My reflection was ghastly, completely drained of color. I took a few deep breaths, not waiting for the nausea to subside before heading back. I was still uneasy leaving him alone in the room for too long. Landon’s allergic reactions were severe. If he succumbed to their badgering and drank, his injuries would only worsen. But our wedding was in a month. I couldn’t let his health become an obstacle to that. Sure enough, when I returned to the room, a fresh pile of drinks already sat in front of Landon. Blair saw me come in and glance at the drinks. She smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement as she turned to Landon. “I used to hear people say it, but I never believed it. Now that I see it, she really does love you, Landon. She’ll drink until she pukes just so you don’t touch a drop.” “Yes, she really does love me.” Landon’s lips curved upwards slightly. “Whatever I say, she does. Why else would I marry her?” Hearing his words, I quietly let out a breath of relief. *Thank goodness. It was just a dream. Thank goodness, he hasn’t actually planned to cancel the wedding.* Before I could fully relax, his voice started again. “But no matter how much she loves me, she’s still just a doormat. Blair, we’ve been playing this game for years. If only you would just…” He didn’t get to finish. Blair suddenly chuckled. “What a coincidence? I’m getting married too.” As she spoke, she pulled a stack of wedding invitations from her bag, handing them out one by one. The last one, she personally gave to Landon. “I wrote this one just for you. You absolutely have to come.” My gaze shot to Landon. Just as I expected, his face had turned dark as thunder. His eyes were fixed on Blair. After a long moment, he laughed, a cold, humorless sound. “Fine! Fine! Blair Kingston, you really are something else!” The party eventually broke up in discord. I quickly followed Landon out of the room and straight into the car. Just as he was about to drive away, I saw Blair step out of the building a short distance away, walking briskly. She got into a car, escorted by a man in a crisp suit. I’d seen him before. He was Blair’s boyfriend from abroad, now her fiancé: Rhys Sterling. “VROOM—” Landon’s face was grim as he floored the gas pedal, jolting me back to attention. I could tell he was furious. Furious that Blair had gotten into another man’s car right in front of him, even more furious that she was marrying someone else. I silently gripped the grab handle above the door, saying nothing, only watching as he repeatedly tried to cut off their car, then sped up in a fierce competition. The trees along the median blurred past. The nausea from all the alcohol surged back. I endured it for a long time, finally preparing to tell him to slow down just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. But the moment I turned my head, my eyes snapped wide open in horror! A deafening “CRASH!” exploded in my ears. I instinctively threw myself towards Landon. The excessive speed combined with the violent impact sent our car airborne before it slammed back down. The airbags deployed instantly, shards of glass slicing through my body. Pain flared everywhere. Fortunately, the intense pain also sharpened my senses, keeping me fully conscious. The distinct sound of dripping fuel from the gas tank warned me to get out of there, fast. I couldn’t just wait for rescue, so I tried to break the window and escape. Even after I struggled out of the mangled car, I didn’t dare rest. I pulled my cracked phone from my pocket, dialing 911 while trying to drag Landon out of the wreckage. “Landon, hang on, I’m getting you out!” Thankfully, thanks to my protection, he wasn’t seriously injured. But as soon as he was free, he bolted straight for the other utterly destroyed car. “Blair… Blair!” He stumbled towards it, just in time to see Rhys Sterling clambering out, disheveled and shaken. When Landon looked inside the car, he saw Blair, unconscious and covered in blood! Rage instantly consumed Landon’s reason. He lunged forward, grabbing Rhys Sterling by his collar, his eyes bloodshot. “How could you let this happen to Blair?!” “When it’s life or death, who doesn’t save themselves first? I’m the only heir of the Sterling family!” Rhys, still reeling from the shock, shoved Landon’s hand away and quickly ran to the roadside to flag down a car, desperate to get to the hospital. Landon was left alone, struggling to pull Blair out and hold her tightly in his arms. A second after he pulled her free, both cars erupted in a fiery explosion! The ambulance arrived quickly. We followed the vehicle to the hospital. I silently watched Landon pace frantically in front of the operating room, his face etched with anxiety and worry, yet he didn’t spare me a single glance. Finally, the doors swung open, and a nurse hurried out. “The patient is hemorrhaging badly and needs more blood, but the hospital blood bank is low. Who here is A-positive?” The words had barely left her mouth when Landon quickly volunteered. “I am! Take mine!” “No!” But just as quickly, I cried out, stopping him. I grabbed his arm, my gaze fiercely resolute. “You just got discharged. It’s not safe for you to donate blood.” He was about to snap at me, but then I continued. “I’m A-positive too. Take mine.” The nurse looked at my mottled injuries and blood-stained clothes with hesitation. “But you’re injured too. You shouldn’t donate blood…” “It’s fine. Take mine!” I stood stubbornly in front of Landon, and because of this, I missed the complex expression that flickered in his eyes. He truly hadn’t expected me to go to such lengths for him. I eventually followed the nurse to the blood donation room. Already injured, my lips growing progressively paler, the nurse tried several times to stop, but I refused. “It’s okay, I can hold on.” When it was finally over, my vision kept whiting out. I fought off the dizziness, leaning on the wall as I left the donation room, just as Blair’s surgery also concluded, and she was wheeled out of the operating room. Landon rushed to her side, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. He stayed by her, accompanying her all the way to her room, doting on her every whim. Behind him, I watched it all unfold. The exhaustion from blood loss made my body sway. I almost collapsed. As I was about to faint, the nurse who was supporting me sighed softly, unable to resist asking, “Do you really love your boyfriend that much, willing to hurt yourself for him? But I can clearly see that his heart is only with that girl who was rushed into the emergency room!” I smiled faintly, saying nothing, but in my heart, I had my answer. *No, I don’t love him at all.* But only this way could I ensure the wedding would proceed. Only this way could I save my true love. After that day, Rhys Sterling never reappeared. Landon naturally remained by Blair’s side. With each passing day, their relationship genuinely softened, no longer as antagonistic as before. My contact with Landon also dwindled significantly. The few calls or messages I did receive were always requests for me to prepare and deliver meals to Blair. But I continued to care for both of them without complaint, until one day, as I once again brought two portions of soup to the hospital, Blair looked at me and suddenly spoke. “Landon, none of the nurses are taking good care of me. Aria seems quite good at it. Why don’t you have her take care of me for the next few days?” Though it was a question, Blair’s eyes seemed to hold the certainty that Landon would agree. And she was right. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, didn’t even ask for my opinion, and simply agreed. “Aria, I’m entrusting Blair to you for the next few days. Take good care of her.” I paused, then quietly agreed, offering no protest. But it became clear that Blair’s intention wasn’t merely for me to care for her. I didn’t know what I had done to offend her, but she didn’t let up, coming up with all sorts of ways to torment me even in the hospital. On the very first day, Blair had someone bring over a bowl of nuts, handing it to me with an air of superiority and disdain. “I want to eat nuts. There are no tools here, so you’ll have to peel them by hand.” I lowered my head, said “Yes,” and dutifully squatted by her side, beginning to peel the nuts bare-handed. The shells were hard, and most were difficult to open. No matter how careful I was, my fingers inevitably got scratched. As soon as I painstakingly finished one bowl, a new one would immediately appear. All day long, my fingers were raw and bleeding, aching until they were almost numb. But when Landon appeared, I still discreetly hid my mangled hands, watching as he gently spoon-fed Blair and told her stories. The next day, Blair deliberately threw her necklace out the window. It arced through the air, landing with a soft splash in the man-made pond outside. “Oh no, my hand slipped! I lost my necklace. Go find it for me.” Step by step, I walked into the pond. It was late autumn, and the water was bone-chilling. The pond was large, and I shivered, groping inch by inch. Occasionally, I’d look up and, through the window, see Landon, who was always so domineering outside, gently wiping Blair’s hands in the hospital room. I lowered my head and continued searching. My hands were almost frozen when, as dusk settled, I finally found the tiny necklace in a corner. On the third day, a Golden Retriever appeared in Blair’s hospital room. I instinctively kept my distance, but the Golden Retriever was incredibly energetic, bounding around the room. I tried my best to hold it in, but I couldn’t stop a sneeze. The sound drew Blair’s attention. As if oblivious to my discomfort, she had someone hand me the leash. “Fluffy is very lively and needs to be walked for two hours every day. But I’m not really up to it right now, so you can take her.” I knew Blair had noticed my dog allergy and was deliberately making me walk the dog. I swallowed the words, “I’m allergic to dog hair,” forcing myself to nod. I took the leash and walked out of the room. Fluffy was very friendly. For anyone else, this might have been a pleasant task, but for me, with my dog allergy, every approach from Fluffy felt like a trial. Dog hair swirled everywhere, sticking to my clothes. I tried my best to cover my mouth and nose, but I still started to feel short of breath. Not only that, but my exposed skin began to itch, large red rashes appearing alarmingly. My eyes became bloodshot, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, yet I never let go of the leash. Finally, the agonizing two hours passed. Fluffy had had her fill of play, and someone came to take her. I hurried back to the room. In stark contrast to my disheveled state, the room was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter. Landon saw my miserable appearance, but there was little pity in his gaze. He merely glanced at me before turning his attention away. “Go clean yourself up. Don’t spoil Blair’s eyes.” “Okay.” I quietly agreed, then retreated from the room. Behind me, the laughter and playful voices continued. “Look at how pathetic she is! Isn’t it hilarious?” “So funny! Honestly, don’t you guys think Aria is like a personal maid on call?” “Like? She *is*! Hey, do you think Landon will just dump her and get back with Blair?” I anxiously awaited Landon’s answer. Thankfully, he said nothing. I let out a shaky breath, then turned and left. The day Landon discharged Blair, I finished the paperwork and instinctively opened the back passenger door of his car. As soon as I sat down, Blair’s face suddenly contorted. “Who told you to get in Landon’s car? I don’t want to ride in the same car as you!” I instinctively looked at Landon, and sure enough, heard his emotionless command: “Take a cab home yourself.” The rain poured down, drumming against the car windows. My fingers gripped each other, turning white. As I stood there in silence, he pressed the unlock button, his intention to kick me out undeniable. Under their mocking gazes, I miserably got out of the car. Without an umbrella, I was instantly drenched by the heavy rain. “Landon, I sent her out into the rain. You’re not mad, are you?” Though it was a question, I heard a note of triumphant gloating in Blair’s voice. “Of course not.” He replied with absolute certainty. As his words hung in the air, the car sped away. Watching the car disappear into traffic, I tried to hail a cab, but the rain was too heavy; not a single car would stop. Helplessly, I started walking home in the pouring rain. By the time I reached the villa, three hours had passed. The accumulated weakness and exhaustion of the past few days, compounded by the rain, completely overwhelmed my body. I found some medicine, took it, and vaguely lay down on the bed, soon falling into a deep sleep. In a daze, I thought I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes, and the face I’d yearned for day and night was right before me. He leaned in, his arms loosely around me, his gentle voice filled with heartache. “Aria, what happened to you?” “This is all my fault. I failed to protect you.” His words, meant to be caring, shattered my composure. All the grievances and sorrows I had bottled up poured out, tears streaming down my face. “Liam, I miss you so much. I was so close, so close to giving up…” “Liam…” I don’t know how long I slept, but the intense fever finally broke, and I woke up. Opening my eyes, I was met with Landon’s grim face. “Who is Liam?” I had clung to that name through countless agonizing days and nights over the past ten years, never imagining that one day, it would escape Landon Montgomery’s lips. My heart plummeted, a chill spreading down my spine. My throat felt tight, but I forced myself to remain calm, feigning confusion. “What’s wrong?” Landon’s deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through my pretense, straight to my soul. After a long moment, he replied, “You kept calling out ‘Liam’ in your sleep.” I felt a pang of annoyance, but kept my face carefully blank, even forcing a faint smile. “He’s my brother. Our parents died when I was young, so we grew up relying on each other.” “Then why have I never seen him?” “He passed away.” My voice grew mournful as I spoke. Fortunately, Landon, though sensing something was off, didn’t press for more details. He remained silent for a moment, then turned to leave, but paused before disappearing through the door. “There’s medicine for fever at home. Make sure you take it.” With that, his figure vanished completely. A few days later, Landon suddenly handed me a gown, telling me to change into it for an event. But when I arrived, I realized it was Blair Kingston’s birthday party. Soon after we walked in, he ditched me again, heading straight for Blair. As the city’s darling socialite, Blair’s birthday party was attended by the city’s most prominent figures. Guests mingled in small groups, clinking glasses, yet all of them, by unspoken agreement, avoided me. I was an outcast, isolated from the crowd, and I welcomed the solitude. I found a corner and watched him, always trailing Blair, attending to her every need with meticulous care. Soon, it was time for gifts. Landon was the first. He waved his hand, and several people carried in a castle made entirely of crystal. The entire castle was dazzlingly clear, without a single blemish, obviously crafted from carefully selected, expensive, high-quality materials. Gasps rippled through the room. “I heard Mr. Montgomery bid nearly ten million for a piece of crystal at an auction recently. Could it have been for this castle?” “One piece? No way! I heard he bought many pieces, all of top quality. The total value must be close to a hundred million!” “Look at this castle, doesn’t it resemble the master artist Huang’s work from a couple of days ago? Between the materials and the craftsmanship, some people probably haven’t seen this much money in their entire lives!” “You’re not talking about that doormat, are you? She’s got the title of fiancée but can’t capture Mr. Montgomery’s heart. What an embarrassment to women!” The guests’ whispers reached my ears clearly, their pointing fingers never ceasing. But when they looked at me, they didn’t see the sadness or forced endurance they expected. I looked as if I cared nothing about anything happening at the party. Others might have thought I was merely putting on a brave face, but I knew the truth: I genuinely didn’t care. After all, I didn’t love Landon, so it didn’t matter to me whom he loved. As long as he didn’t call off the wedding, I could ignore anything else he did. “Landon, it’s a bit stuffy in the ballroom. I’m going out for some fresh air.” The party was only halfway through when Blair waved to Landon, then walked out of the ballroom, leaving him to host. But it wasn’t long before a phone call shattered the calm. “Landon, a few thugs cornered me in the restroom! I’m so scared, please come save me!” Her tearful plea instantly contorted his face. He abandoned the business partners he was talking to and bolted towards the restroom. My heart inexplicably leaped when I heard that. A sense of foreboding rose within me. When I hurried after him, I arrived just in time to see Landon carefully putting his jacket around Blair, whose clothes had been half-torn off. Blair, nestled in his arms, was weeping like a wilting flower, but every word she spoke pointed directly at me. “I heard those thugs with my own ears, they said Aria paid them and brought them in, all to ruin my reputation! I know she doesn’t like me, but couldn’t she just say it to my face instead of resorting to such cruel tactics?” Landon, seeing her tear-streaked face, felt a mix of anger and heartache. Hearing her words, a wave of fury surged through him. He turned his head at the sound of my footsteps, and seeing it was me, his rage instantly doubled. “Aria Hayes, I only got with you because I thought you loved me too much and were kind and gentle. I never imagined you could be so vicious, to actually lay hands on Blair! From this day forward, our engagement is off!” He condemned me without even hearing a single word of explanation. My premonition of disaster had come true. Panic filled my eyes. Seeing Landon pick up Blair and start to leave, I frantically grabbed his sleeve, trying to explain. “No, Landon, please listen to me! I don’t know anything about any thugs, I didn’t do it!” “Landon, you can punish me however you want, hit me, scold me, I’ll take it all! I just beg you, please don’t cancel the wedding… Landon!” The hand clutching his sleeve was cruelly shaken off. He refused to listen to my pleas, striding away with Blair in his arms, leaving my desperate cries behind. I chased him all the way out of the ballroom, practically ready to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness. But no matter how much I pleaded, he never looked back, leaving me abandoned outside the banquet hall. After that day, Landon avoided me completely, but I never gave up. I knelt outside the Montgomery family’s mansion day after day, repeating the same words. “Landon, I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong. Punish me however you want, please, just don’t cancel the wedding…” Staring at the perpetually closed gates, despair filled my heart. I longed to end my life, but I dared not. If I died too, the mission would fail, and Liam Thorne would truly lose his last chance at resurrection… At first, Landon ignored it all. But eventually, seeing me plead for forgiveness until my forehead was bruised and bleeding, scabs forming and breaking again, he finally frowned and opened the door, his voice filled with complex emotions. “Don’t you have any self-respect?” Tears blurred my vision, making Landon’s figure indistinct. Days of kneeling had almost drained all my strength, but hearing his voice, I felt as if I’d finally grasped a lifeline. “As long as I can marry you, I don’t need my self-respect!” My voice was hoarse, yet I desperately wanted to prove my resolve. Landon knew I loved him deeply, but he hadn’t realized it was to this extent. His eyes were complex, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, “Alright. You want me to forgive you? Then go atone for your sins to Blair.” Seeing that he was relenting, I was overcome with joy and relief, nodding repeatedly, afraid he might change his mind the next second. I followed him into the car, watching as it drove further and further out of the city, finally stopping at the foot of a mountain. He waved his hand, and several people began carrying bags up the mountain. Then, they scattered the contents downwards. I looked closely, and thumbtacks glinted coldly in the sunlight. The next second, Landon’s voice came from behind me. “Blair said that if you kneel all the way up here, three thousand steps, and finish, she’ll forgive you. And I won’t hold it against you either.” The words had barely left his lips when I took a step forward, without a hint of hesitation, and knelt down on the thumbtack-strewn stairs! Landon was instantly stunned. His original intention was just to scare me. After all, anyone seeing such a sight would naturally feel apprehensive and refuse. Looking at my slender yet determined back, he truly *saw* me for the first time. It was hard to imagine how deeply I must love him to go to such lengths. Just as he was about to pull me up, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts. Seeing Blair’s name on the screen, he answered without a moment’s hesitation. “Landon, my head hurts so much…” Her tearful voice from the other end of the line made him forget everything else. He turned, got into his car, and sped off towards the hospital. Meanwhile, I continued my ascent, one knee after another. Thumbtacks pierced my flesh, but I seemed to feel no pain, crawling onward. Blood stained my knees, leaving crimson imprints on the steps. I knelt for an entire day, finally reaching the top of the three thousand steps. But I didn’t rest. I stumbled to my feet, ignoring the gruesome wounds on my knees, and immediately started asking for directions to the hospital. Through the small window on the door, I saw the scene inside clearly. Landon was gently holding Blair in his arms, softly coaxing her and feeding her medicine. It was an image I had pursued for ten years, yet had never once seen directed at me. My numb legs suddenly seemed to regain sensation, and waves of pain spread throughout my body. If Liam Thorne were still alive, I would be a pampered princess, cherished and loved. He wouldn’t let me suffer so many grievances, nor would he abandon me in such a wretched state. But at this moment, I lowered my eyes, suppressing all emotion. I pushed open the door and stumbled in, my voice choked with tears as I looked at him. “Landon, I finished kneeling. Can you please not cancel our engagement? As long as the wedding isn’t canceled, I’ll do anything…” Landon suddenly remembered he had forgotten about me. What shocked him even more was that I had actually completed the entire climb! Seeing the dark red stains on my knees, his heart stirred faintly. But he still didn’t plan to go through with the wedding. The marriage had been born out of spite, after all, and lately, he had spent a lot of time with Blair; their relationship was almost back to how it used to be. “I…” *Don’t love you.* He had barely started when Blair, still in his arms, suddenly pushed him away. “She’s so badly hurt, you should go take care of her. Rhys has already apologized to me, saying he failed to protect me last time, and I’ve forgiven him. He’ll be here soon, so you two should hurry and leave.” Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning. “Blair Kingston, what do you mean? You’re still marrying him?” Landon’s voice was full of disbelief. Blair, however, looked at him as if he were being strange, her expression matter-of-fact. “Of course. Before, I was just trying to spite him, that’s why I had to ask you to look after me. Besides, your girlfriend found those thugs to bully me, so it’s only right that you took care of me for a few days, isn’t it?” Landon trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot. “Blair, I thought we…” “You thought what? You didn’t think we were getting back together, did you? We said whoever went back on their word was pathetic.” She interrupted him before he could finish, then feigned surprise. “Landon, you’re not trying to be pathetic, are you?” At her words, the anger in Landon’s chest surged even higher. He gritted his teeth, glaring at her. “Fine, Blair Kingston, you’re truly something.” After a long pause, he grabbed my hand. “Our wedding will proceed as scheduled.” Then, he turned back to Blair, a cold sneer on his face. “Blair Kingston, don’t you dare regret this.” Over the next few days, Landon acted as if he were in a fierce competition with Blair, becoming even more ostentatious in his actions. One day, Landon took me to try on wedding dresses. As soon as I changed into one and emerged from the fitting room, I saw his gaze, dark and brooding, fixed on another direction. Following his line of sight, I saw Blair Kingston, her arm intimately linked with a man’s, walking towards the bridal shop. When she entered and saw us, her expression was perfectly composed, as if she’d never had any conflict with Landon. She even greeted us. “Rhys and I are getting married next Wednesday. You’re both welcome to come…” At this point, her voice suddenly paused, as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh, I forgot, isn’t that your wedding day too? What a shame.” His face grew increasingly dark with her words. He didn’t reply, but his gaze never left her. After she finished speaking, a salesperson came to assist her, and Blair and Rhys Sterling moved away. But just as her hand pointed to a dress, asking the salesperson to take it down, a voice from behind her spoke. “Take that one down for her to try on.” Soon, a salesperson retrieved that very dress. Blair’s hand paused. She turned to Landon, and sure enough, saw undisguised provocation in his eyes. I simply watched as Blair picked out a dress, and Landon would quickly demand it for me. This continued until our side was piled high with wedding dresses, and Blair could no longer maintain her smile. The atmosphere instantly became tense, but then Rhys Sterling spoke up, smoothing things over. “Blair, I own another bridal shop we could check out. It’s a bit smaller, but the advantage is, no one will be causing trouble there. If you don’t like anything, just tell me, and I’ll have them alter it.” Blair’s expression finally softened. She looped her arm through his and shot Landon a triumphant glance. “Then let’s go quickly!” Watching them leave, despite having “won,” Landon showed no sign of happiness. He’d even lost his interest in looking at more dresses. I pretended to know nothing, picked up a wedding dress, and went back into the fitting room. After a few tries, Landon’s patience wore thin. “This one.” He impatiently pointed to a random dress. “No more trying.” He glanced at his watch, planning to head straight home, but just as he pulled out his phone, a trending topic popped up on the screen. 【City’s Darling Socialite Spends Fortune for Love: Books Giant Downtown Screen to Loop Pre-Wedding MV with Fiancé!】 His face changed. He abruptly stood up and stormed out of the bridal shop, completely forgetting that I was still in the changing room. When I finished changing and came out, his figure was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was about to call him, that trending topic appeared on my screen. The answer was obvious. I sighed, quickly hailed a cab, and chased after him. By the time I reached downtown, the roads were completely jammed. People were cheering excitedly, seemingly scrambling for something. I pushed my way through the crowd with great effort, only to find Landon throwing money into the air. “Next Wednesday is my wedding to Aria Hayes! Today, I’m celebrating, so everyone come share in the joy!” But it wasn’t long before a stretched limousine sped up from the other side. With bodyguards clearing the way, a distinguished middle-aged man walked over. It was Mr. Montgomery, Landon’s father. The cheers of the onlookers gradually faded with his appearance. Mr. Montgomery’s face was grim, radiating an oppressive aura. “Landon Montgomery, have you made enough of a scene?!” “I don’t care who you marry, but to marry into the Montgomery family, the woman *must* sign a prenuptial agreement. If you divorce, she won’t get a single penny from the Montgomery estate. Even if you don’t divorce, the family assets will have nothing to do with her!” At his words, the entire place fell silent. No one, not even Landon, had expected Mr. Montgomery to say such a thing. He instinctively glanced in Blair’s direction, but she remained silent, not speaking. The next second, my voice reached his ears, incredibly firm. “I’ll sign it!” I walked out from the crowd, took the agreement from Mr. Montgomery’s bodyguard, and carefully signed my name, stroke by stroke. After signing, I smiled at Landon. “I told you before, I only want to marry you. I don’t need anything else.” Meeting Landon’s stunned gaze, I merely smiled, looking to all the world like a woman utterly consumed by love for him. Only I knew that once the wedding was successfully completed, my mission would be over, and then I would be leaving. Other things held no meaning for me. All I ever wanted, from beginning to end, was to bring Liam Thorne back to life. After that day, Landon and Blair never caused such a public scene again, but their spiteful games never ceased. Blair would post a video flaunting her love with her fiancé, and immediately Landon would take me to spend a fortune on wedding rings. Blair and her fiancé would be photographed kissing, and immediately Landon would take me to choose wedding venues and have dinner together. Landon and Aria’s wedding, fueled by his rivalry with his first love, eventually grew lavish, with hundreds of millions invested, becoming increasingly grand. On the wedding day itself, he even launched a global live broadcast, declaring he wanted the entire world to witness it. The wedding was finally set at the most luxurious hotel in the city, with guests comprising top-tier celebrities and influential figures. I put on my wedding dress, looking at my perfectly made-up reflection in the mirror, feeling a sense of unreality. I had been in this world for ten years, chasing Landon Montgomery for ten years. Now, I had finally reached the wedding I’d sacrificed all my dignity for. Soon, everything would finally be over. A server knocked on the door, reminding me it was time to head to the ballroom for the entrance. I nodded, gathered my skirt, and walked out. The long train swept across the floor, making me appear particularly petite. Following the officiant’s directions, I walked alone towards Landon, who stood at the very front of the stage. Everything was going smoothly, but watching Landon’s distracted expression, a faint unease still gnawed at me. I was still afraid. Afraid Blair would call him. Afraid he wouldn’t be able to watch Blair marry someone else, and would abandon me to go to her. Most of all, I was afraid this wedding, in the end, would still not go as planned. “Now, will the bride and groom please exchange rings!” Only when I heard the officiant’s voice signaling the next part of the ceremony did I finally let out a breath of relief. Landon said nothing, taking the ring from the flower girl. The massive diamond glinted as it hovered over my slender finger. Just as he was about to put it on, his phone suddenly rang, a jarring sound. My heart instantly sank. I instinctively glanced at his face. His expression didn’t change at all, as if he hadn’t heard it, but the movement of his hand paused involuntarily. In that moment, I could almost hear my own heart pounding, threatening to burst from my chest. Thankfully, the call went to voicemail without him answering. But then came the second call, then the third… I could clearly see his expression shift from feigned indifference to hesitation, until finally, he couldn’t resist. He picked up the phone. A sob echoed through the phone, audible to both of us. I watched his face turn to panic. The ring, which had been frozen at my fingertip, was abruptly pulled back. He turned to leave, but his hand met resistance. When he looked back, he met my eyes, which were starting to redden. “I know you’re going to see Blair. I won’t stop you, but at least finish putting on the ring first…” His lips thinned. He reached out and painstakingly peeled my fingers off his arm, one by one. His answer sent my heart plummeting to rock bottom. “No, Blair says she needs to see me urgently.” “No, finish the ring first.” The system said that once the ring was on, the mission would be complete. But he refused, rushing to leave. I relentlessly clung to him. Landon was in a hurry, so he roughly shoved me away. The force sent me stumbling, and I crashed heavily into the corner of a table. Blood welled up. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled to my feet and chased after him, then, in front of all the guests present, I knelt down before him without hesitation. Panic seized my mind, tears streaming uncontrollably. I had no dignity left; now, only one thought remained in my mind: *At least, let this wedding have an ending.* “Landon, please…” My sobs were heartbreaking, causing a stir among the guests. “Kneeling at her own wedding just to get the groom to put on the ring—she truly is the city’s most desperate doormat!” “To go to such lengths, it’s truly astounding.” “I’d only heard rumors of her devotion before, but seeing this today, she’s really gone all out…” Landon was equally stunned. A flicker of unbearable compassion crossed his face. He couldn’t just leave like that. He pulled the ring from his pocket, hurriedly slipped it onto my finger, then turned again, leaving me with one last sentence before he left. “The wedding will continue when I get back.” But I knew the wedding wouldn’t continue. A sense of relief washed over me as I looked at the diamond ring on my middle finger. The system’s voice chimed in as promised. 【Wedding completed. Mission progress reached 100%. Mission reward has been issued. Liam Thorne has been revived. As soon as the host’s current body dies, you may exit this world.】 A genuine smile, one I hadn’t shown in ages, spread across my face. Ignoring everyone’s stunned looks, I raced out of the ballroom, took the elevator straight to the hotel rooftop. I ran towards the edge of the rooftop, my dress and veil rustling in the wind. Without a moment’s hesitation, I spread my arms and leaped! “CRASH!” Amidst screams of horror, I slammed heavily onto a car. Through the shattered glass, my eyes met Landon’s. “Someone died!” “Someone jumped!”

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  • I Chose to See My Wife and Her Best Guy Friend Dead

    My wife had a best guy friend, and I hated it, but she just brushed it off, claiming there was such a thing as pure friendship between men and women. One day, this best guy friend invited Stella to an overnight private party. I said no. Stella threw a massive fit, calling me petty and disgusting. The next day, news broke: the best guy friend was arrested for attending a wild party. I was so relieved I’d stopped Stella. I asked her if she finally saw his true colors. She just shrugged it off, arguing that he only went astray and got lured into that kind of place because *she* wasn’t there to keep him company. I called her stupid, thinking she was just trying to argue. But I never imagined she genuinely believed it. After Brandon was released from jail, he lost his reputable job, his fiancée left him, and everyone looked down on him. Stella felt incredibly guilty. She secretly withdrew all our savings and gave it to Brandon as compensation. Brandon got a taste of taking advantage of her. He claimed I’d ruined his life and demanded Stella sleep with him once. She hesitated, then agreed. From then on, they started sleeping together behind my back. Brandon even manipulated Stella into transferring all my business funds. Eventually, my company went under due to a lack of capital, and I was buried under massive debt. Brandon urged Stella to divorce me, cut ties, and save herself. She obediently listened. That’s when I finally learned the whole truth. I was on the brink of collapse. In the end, I couldn’t bear the pressure and jumped off the rooftop. I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day Brandon invited Stella to that private party. This time, I decided to send Stella and her best guy friend to hell!

    “Ryan! You clearly promised I could go to this party, so why are you backing out now? Yes, I admit, I only said I was going with a friend, not a *guy* best friend, but a best guy friend is still a best friend! You can’t question our friendship just because he’s a guy! You’re so narrow-minded, don’t you know that?!” “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, he likes men, not women. That’s why I’m his best friend! He wouldn’t have any improper thoughts about me. When are you going to stop being so insecure?!” Her resentful voice echoed in my ears, and my consciousness slowly sharpened. When I saw myself sitting on the couch in our freshly renovated living room, I realized it: I had been reborn. And the sweet-faced, soft-voiced woman beside me, who even looked a little cute when she was pouting in anger, was my wife, Stella. Watching her stand there, so self-righteous and argumentative, I couldn’t help but smile. If I hadn’t witnessed her depraved behavior with that man, I might have actually believed her. And the thought of her tearing our once happy and loving home apart for that so-called best guy friend sent a sharp pang through my heart. Stella and I met through a blind date after graduation. By the time I reached dating age, I no longer believed in things like “love.” After all, in today’s society, everyone is very realistic. When you go on a blind date, the first thing people look at is financial stability. But I have to admit, the moment I saw Stella, I felt like spring had arrived. That sudden flutter in my heart made me believe Stella was the woman I was meant to cherish for life. So, I pursued her relentlessly. Stella was the kind of innocent, guileless girl. And at the time, my startup was just beginning to see success. I wouldn’t call myself a hotshot, but I was definitely a rising star, and I wasn’t bad-looking either. By all accounts, winning Stella over should have been easy. Yet, she kept me waiting for a whole year before agreeing to be with me, putting me through all sorts of tests. If I hadn’t been so deeply smitten, I probably would have given up. Later, I learned it was all because she had a “best friend” coaching her from behind the scenes. Initially, I thought it was normal. Girls are emotional, and it’s natural for them to ask their friends for advice when they’re unsure. It wasn’t until she mentioned her “best friend” was a guy that I realized something was off. After we got married, I playfully asked her why she agreed to marry me. I expected her to say it was because of my persistence and devotion, or that she was moved by my deep affection. Instead, she said her best guy friend told her I was “a rich fool” and a good catch, so she went for it. At first, I thought she was joking and didn’t take it seriously. But now, reborn, recalling all the awful things she did for that best guy friend, I realized she was probably telling the truth. My longed-for happy life had been utterly destroyed by that best guy friend.

    Stella’s best guy friend was Brandon. He worked at a big, stable company and had a beautiful fiancée. They had known each other for years, long before I ever came into the picture. Stella knew about Brandon’s fiancée, but Brandon’s fiancée had no idea Stella existed. According to Brandon, he wanted his and Stella’s friendship to be a secret, exclusive to just the two of them. Stella was thrilled about this. Someone willing to share a secret with her meant she was important to them. When I first learned about Stella’s best guy friend, I subtly expressed my discomfort. But that made the usually gentle Stella explode. She accused me of insulting her “pure” friendship with Brandon and emphasized that Brandon didn’t like women. I retorted, “If he doesn’t like women, why does he have a fiancée?” Stella claimed he was forced into it by his family, that he had no choice. She insisted that was why she understood how much pain he was in, that she was the only one in the world who could truly understand him, and without her, Brandon might not survive. I felt bad for Brandon’s fiancée, but seeing that Stella genuinely seemed to consider Brandon just a friend, I temporarily held back. However, after I found out about the best guy friend, Stella stopped being discreet. She started FaceTiming Brandon in front of me, chatting on the phone for hours, telling him about her day, and even texting him “goodnight” while lying next to me. They were as close as a couple, and I felt like the outsider. Still, to maintain the happiness of our little family, I endured it all. But Stella began to escalate. She started going shopping and to the movies with Brandon, leaving me out. Her excuse was that she needed to “bond” with her best friend, and I wouldn’t fit in. She started rushing to Brandon’s house to take care of him when he caught a cold, while completely ignoring me, even after I’d worked all day, my back aching, and nearly fainted from low blood sugar. She started accompanying Brandon to bars and clubs, claiming she just “liked the atmosphere.” It wasn’t until I saw pictures on her phone of her and Brandon posing face-to-face that I finally reached my breaking point and exploded. I confronted Stella: “Why are you so close to a man who isn’t me? Why is it that every time you come back from a business trip, you don’t call me first to say you’re safe, but Brandon? Why, every time something fun happens, do you not share it with me first, but instead grab your phone and smile like an idiot while texting Brandon? Why, every time you’re sad or upset, do you not come to me first, but Brandon for comfort? Do you even consider me your husband?!” Stella just stared at me coldly and said, “Because you don’t understand me.” Her answer crushed me. If she said she was hungry, I’d drive thirty miles to get her favorite spicy ramen. If she said she was tired, I’d massage her back and shoulders until two or three in the morning. If she said she was feeling stressed, I’d cancel all my engagements, get in the car, and drive her all the way to a cozy cabin getaway in the mountains. But she said I didn’t understand her. Everything I did couldn’t compare to a simple word of concern from her best guy friend. I told Stella how I felt and begged her, for the sake of our happiness, to keep her distance from her best guy friend, or at least not let him affect our relationship. But my humble plea was met only with her cold reply: “If that’s how you want to think, there’s nothing I can do.” It was because of Brandon’s presence that our once happy life became a chaotic mess, and my hopes for the future vanished without a trace. It was in this situation that Stella told me Brandon invited her to an overnight party. I refused her and told her if she dared to go, we would divorce. That’s what finally stopped her. However, I never imagined that this incident would eventually lead to my family’s ruin and my tragic end. Reborn, I finally understood how foolish I had been. From the very beginning, I shouldn’t have had any expectations for Stella. She didn’t deserve the happiness I offered.

    “What are you laughing at? Do you think I’m joking? If he really wanted to do anything to me, he would have done it ages ago. Why would he wait until now?” “I feel like you have absolutely no respect for me, no respect for my friends! Do you think because I married you, I’m supposed to be your slave, with no freedom at all?!” Stella tried every trick in the book to accuse me, hoping I’d agree to let her go to the overnight party with Brandon. I looked at this woman, who saw my care and concern as a restriction on her freedom, and suddenly felt a sense of release. Even if I stopped this foolish woman once, there would definitely be a second time. Besides, her actions had already left me utterly disappointed. Reborn, I wasn’t going to waste any more energy on her. If she wanted to go so badly, then let her go. According to the previous timeline, she and Brandon would be arrested together and end up in jail. That would be a good thing for me. Then I could file for divorce and ensure she wouldn’t get a single penny. Thinking about that, I felt a little better. If we divorced normally, by law, I’d have to split half my assets with Stella. Over the years, I built this company alone. This entire foundation is my hard work. Stella, in these past few years, not only quit her job to be a stay-at-home mooch, but she also constantly secretly took my money to spend on Brandon. How could I ever bring myself to give half my assets to someone like that? So, I smiled at Stella and said, “Alright, don’t be angry. I’ll let you go.” Stella’s eyes instantly lit up. “Really?” I nodded. “Really.” Stella immediately threw herself into my arms. “Oh, honey, you’re the best! Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do anything to betray you!” I felt a surge of nausea, but to avoid suspicion, I kept quiet. Stella finished her perfunctory embrace, then quickly pulled out her phone and sent Brandon a voice message: “My husband agreed to let me go to the party with you! Come pick me up quickly before he changes his mind.” Not long after, Brandon’s car pulled up outside our house. I saw Stella out. She immediately got into the passenger seat and winked at Brandon playfully, as if boasting about successfully pulling off a lie. She rolled down the window, turned to me, and said, “Darling, go back inside. Don’t worry about me. Brandon will take good care of me. Besides, we’re going to a respectable party, not the kind of dirty party you have in your head. Just relax.” With that, she urged Brandon to drive away. The moment the car pulled away, I saw Brandon glance at me through the window, a look of mockery, triumph, and a hint of disdain on his face. I knew that was the look of a man who successfully stole someone else’s beloved woman. But I smiled too, because I knew that before long, that despicable duo would be rotting in jail.

    After Stella left with Brandon, I went back inside, looked at our wedding photos on the wall, and felt an overwhelming bitterness. I used to think that as long as I was more tolerant and understanding towards Stella, our happy little family could thrive. But I underestimated the importance of that best guy friend in her heart. Perhaps she was truly happy only when she was with Brandon. Maybe she only married me for my money. Scene after scene of our past flashed before my eyes, like bubbles popping, and my last shred of feeling for Stella vanished. I began to pack Stella’s things. Starting tomorrow, this house would no longer hold any trace of her. I bought this house to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. To surprise Stella, I waited until it was fully renovated before telling her, so only my name was on the deed. The first time I brought Stella here, the surprise I expected wasn’t on her face. Instead, she questioned whose name was on the house. I told her it was my name, but since it was bought after we got married, it was considered marital property, and she shouldn’t worry about it. But Stella complained about it for a long time, saying I didn’t love her because I wouldn’t put her name on the deed, treating her like an outsider. Now, I was somewhat glad her name wasn’t on it. According to the rules, as long as I could prove I bought the house with my own money, it would be my sole property. Even with a divorce, Stella wouldn’t get a dime. I carefully took down all the wedding photos and started thinking about what came next. With Stella in jail, my chances of filing for divorce were very high. Even if she was unwilling, with my connections and methods, I could easily get her to sign the divorce papers from behind bars. And reborn, with my memories of the future, I possessed information no one else could know in advance. With this knowledge, I could undoubtedly grow my company to an unprecedented scale! Maybe by the time Stella got out of jail, I would already be a top-tier magnate. I wondered how she would feel then, seeing me. Just as I was envisioning my bright future, my phone suddenly rang. It was Stella. A flicker of confusion crossed my mind. Based on the time, she should be having a blast with Brandon right now. Why would she suddenly call me? Could they be playing some twisted game, and she called me on purpose? I hesitated for a moment, then answered the call. “Honey, quick, come find me! I need your help with something!” Stella’s voice was panicked, as if she’d just been scared. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Oh, I’ll tell you when you get here! Just come over, and be fast!” Stella was frantic. After giving me her location, she abruptly hung up. I was baffled, unsure what kind of game she was playing. Could she have discovered Brandon’s true colors and had a sudden change of heart? Regardless of what Stella was planning, I felt I should go. At the very least, I needed to see what was happening. So, I quickly tidied up and headed to the location Stella had given me. It was a small road, not exactly secluded, but usually empty at night. When I arrived, I saw Stella and Brandon standing by the roadside. Brandon’s car was parked nearby, hazards flashing. As I got closer, I noticed a person lying in front of Brandon’s car, with a puddle of blood on the ground. Brandon’s face was pale, his eyes wide with horror and lingering fear. “What happened here?” I walked up to Stella and Brandon, distinctly smelling alcohol. Both of them must have been drinking. Stella looked at me anxiously. “Honey, Brandon got distracted while driving and didn’t see someone on the road. He just hit them! We could have just taken them to the hospital and paid compensation, but Brandon was drinking today. If the police find out, this is going to be a huge problem…” I immediately guessed what Stella wanted me to do, and my face instantly turned cold. “So, why did you call me here?” Stella looked at me pleadingly. “I want you to help him! When the police arrive later, you can say *you* were the one who hit them. Otherwise, Brandon, with drunk driving and hitting someone, will go to jail! He’s still so young, and he’s getting married soon, and he’s about to get a promotion at work. If he goes to jail, everything will be ruined! Please, for my sake as his best friend, help him out, okay?” Brandon also chimed in, “Man, please, help me out! I’ll be forever grateful for your kindness, I’ll repay you in my next life…” My face darkened to an extreme. My eyes fixed on Stella. “You’re afraid of *him* going to jail, but you’re not afraid of *me* going to jail?” Stella quickly said, “No, it won’t happen! I asked a friend, and you haven’t been drinking. Even if you hit someone fatally, you just have to pay compensation, it’s fine…” “You mean I’ll have to pay for him too?” I clenched my fists. Stella bit her lip. “Brandon’s getting married soon and needs money. We can just front it for him. He’ll pay us back when he has money later. Anyway, you make a lot, so it’s not a big deal for you.” I nearly slapped Stella right then and there. This woman, for her best guy friend, was utterly shameless! But this was good. If you’re so heartless, then don’t blame me for being ruthless! I looked at Brandon, a cold smirk flashing in my eyes. A brilliant plan for revenge formed in my mind.

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  • I deleted my social media account with over a million followers

    I deleted my social media account with over a million followers. Almost instantly, the internet exploded with speculation, wondering if my account had been hacked. Then Emma Jenny, another influencer in the same niche, messaged me directly. [Why would you just quit out of nowhere? Are you out of your mind?] Even so, I shut everything off and went on a solo trip to see the beauty of the world. In my last life, Emma and I had posted the exact same kind of video content. People accused me of copying her and called me a knockoff clone doomed to fade. I got bombarded with hate publicly and privately, and even in real life. To prove my innocence, I shared screenshots of my scripts, behind-the-scenes content, and timestamps. But they called it fake and said I staged it all. The constant cyberbullying pushed me into a deep depression. So, I ended up alone in my apartment, slitting my wrists. But then, I woke up. To my shock, I was back on the very day Emma and I had first posted those identical videos. —— My finger was literally hovering over the post button. One second later, I would’ve hit it and sealed the fate I already knew. As such, my body jolted like I’d been pulled from deep water. I yanked my hand away just in time, chest heaving as I gasped for breath. Looking around the familiar room, at the camera, the lights, and the draft of the video, I realized I had been reborn at the moment when I first tried to pivot my content. After calming down, I saved the video to my drafts and immediately searched for Emma’s social media. It didn’t take long, and her latest post popped right up. And this one was nothing like her usual style. Her old videos were clunky, poorly edited, and barely scraping a few hundred likes. But this new one had racked up tens of thousands of likes in just thirty minutes. The comment section was also full of praise. [Imagine this look in a survival game setting—unstoppable.] [She’s doing million-follower work on a tiny account.] [God, is this level of beauty even humanly possible?] [Wife, my wife. Who the hell stole my destined wife?!] …and on and on. The dark background, the bold styling, the cinematography, music, and script, every single detail matched the video I had just saved to my drafts. If I didn’t know that I got the idea from watching a British drama and stayed up countless nights writing that script, I might have thought I copied her. But the truth was clear. Somehow, she posted it first. And just like that, she went viral overnight. In my past life, that exact video destroyed me. I remembered feeling excited, thinking the internet would finally recognize my work when I posted it. But when I checked the comments, the joy quickly turned to dread. Everyone said I was a copycat. They even linked the original, which was Emma’s video. When I clicked it, I found the same concept, same angles, and same style. A 99.9% match. But I swear. I never copied a single thing. I was instantly furious then. Desperate to prove I was the true creator, I posted all my drafts and BTS footage. But it didn’t help. Because Emma also posted her process, and somehow, her timestamps were earlier than mine. Then came the backlash. [She planned this ‘evidence’ in advance just to drag Emma down!] [Support originality! Say no to plagiarists!] [Jennifer, get out of the beauty community! You don’t belong here!] [LMAO. You came looking for proof and got slammed by it.] Even Emma’s team and management released official statements saying they didn’t copy anything, that everything was planned in-house. I, on the other hand, was just an independent creator. No team, no manager. Just me, working on every piece from start to finish. So, no one stood up for me. Not even my boyfriend. In fact, he posted a video too, announcing publicly that he was breaking up with me. Said all my content was stitched together from other creators, and that I was a serial plagiarist. And that was the final blow. The internet dragged me harder than ever. My comment sections were flooded with hate. My DMs were bombarded with unreadable and disgusting content. The pressure crushed my creativity, and brands pulled away. As such, I hardly got by. Eventually, I started hurting myself and soon visited a psychiatric clinic, where I was diagnosed with severe depression. And one sunny afternoon, in a cramped little rental apartment, I decided to end it all. But then, I opened my eyes, only to find myself back at the beginning, where none of that had happened yet. But this time, I was going to find out the truth behind all of it.

    Jennifer’s POV Clinging to a sliver of hope, I logged into a side account and started digging through Emma’s other social media profiles, hoping to find something that might explain things. But, as expected, she wasn’t the type to share behind-the-scenes details about her work. I was about to give up when something in one of her live photos caught my eye—a familiar figure in the background. I zoomed in and tapped on the image. It captured someone’s left hand, and on that hand was a ring I knew all too well. It was my boyfriend Nelson Holt’s hand. I’d given that ring to him for our one-year anniversary. I had it custom-made, so there’s no way anyone else could have the same one. That was when it hit me. At some point behind my back, Nelson had gotten involved with Emma. No wonder when my world crumbled, he so quickly and cleanly cut ties with me and threw his support behind her instead. I didn’t have time to wallow in heartbreak over a cheating scumbag. I needed to think clearly. Looking back, I used to vent to Nelson all the time about work, about how hard it was, about the creative sparks I’d get in the middle of the night. Was it possible he leaked my ideas? Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. But he’d been on a “business trip” lately and hadn’t been around. And even if I could get to his phone, he’d never just hand it over. I had no proof he told Emma anything. Still, this felt like a lead, so I wasn’t about to let it go. I pulled out my phone, sent him the photo, calmly explained what I’d seen, and told him we were done. Then I blocked him without hesitation. After that, I changed every lock code and password in my apartment. The last thing I needed was him letting himself in when I wasn’t around. With that chapter closed, I turned my attention back to what mattered—coming up with a new video idea. This time, there would be no mistakes. Just to be safe, I decided to switch up my style again. That last video had been my first time stepping out of my comfort zone, ditching the sweet and delicate “fair-skinned, skinny” aesthetic for something bold, glamorous, and confident. Since that look had been so well received, I figured going even further would only make things better. I spent hours brainstorming, refining, and finally writing out my new script. When I looked at the finished result on my laptop, I couldn’t help but smile. No way anyone was beating me to the punch this time. To avoid leaks, I filmed and edited everything at home. No outdoor shoots. No helping hands. Just me and my gear. When I watched the final cut, I couldn’t help but think—damn, maybe I was born for this self-media life. Still feeling cautious, I even went to Emma’s latest video and left a comment. [Can’t wait for your next one, queen! Please drop it soon!] Not long after, she replied to my comment. [That last video drained all my creative energy, so I probably won’t be posting anything new anytime soon.] I sent her back a crying-cat emoji and finally let out a breath of relief. Looked like she wasn’t planning on posting anything new for a while. So I was right. Last time, she must’ve heard about my concept from Nelson and rushed to beat me to it. Still, was it really possible for two people to come up with the exact same idea? It felt hard to believe, but I had no choice except to chalk it up to coincidence for now. Sometimes people just think alike, right? With that, I uploaded my new video and drafted the caption. I was just about to hit publish when a notification from my alt account popped up. I tapped it open, and immediately went pale.

    Jennifer’s POV Emma just updated her page. She reposted my comment where I was begging for her next video, and dropped a brand-new one of her own right after. In the comments, she added, [I originally wanted this to be a surprise for my fans, but someone warned me that this idea might’ve been stolen. So I had no choice but to post it early to clear my name. If I waited and someone else released it first, people would think I copied them, and I’d never be able to explain myself.] My hands were shaking as I tapped the video. Then I looked back at my own video draft sitting open on my laptop. They were so identical from scene to scene, down to the exact minute and second. What the hell was happening?! I held my head in my hands, completely lost. I never told a single soul about the concept for this video. How did she end up with the exact same idea? Did being reborn still mean I couldn’t escape the shadow of my past? Was I doomed to repeat it, to be cyberbullied to death all over again, just like last time? Unsurprisingly, her video blew up. It was already climbing the trending charts. With the back-to-back viral hits, her follower count shot from tens of thousands to nearly a million on a completely different level now. But thanks to her statement, the comment section wasn’t just filled with praise. It was also crawling with suspicion. [Who copied our queen’s idea? I’m all ears.] [I’ve never seen this concept before. If anyone else posts a similar video now, we’ll know who stole it.] [People who plagiarize should just rot!] Everyone wanted to be the first to dig up the tea. Then Emma responded to the top comment. [Sweetie, the other person is a big-name influencer with millions of followers in the same space as me. So, I won’t say who it is, but she recently stopped posting because she was trying to rebrand. I guess she hit a wall and decided to steal a small creator’s idea like me.] She didn’t drop names, but she didn’t have to. That comment gave people more than enough to go on. The internet didn’t need much to put two and two together. It didn’t take long for users to connect the dots and come straight to me. Quickly, my comment sections turned into war zones full of accusations, insults, and endless doubts. But my fans did their best to defend me. Since there was no solid proof that I plagiarized, the hate was quickly buried beneath waves of support. Still, I was exhausted. Mentally drained. Physically done. Between the sleepless nights and nonstop stress, I eventually collapsed into bed and passed out without even meaning to. I didn’t know how long I was out before a loud knock jolted me awake. “Jennifer! I know you’re in there. Open the door!” “You hear me?! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!” I opened the door and found myself staring straight into Nelson’s eyes. “What’s the meaning of this silent breakup?! I just happened to run into Emma that day. You’re being paranoid!” he barked, dragging a suitcase behind him as he pushed past me. I snapped out of it and shoved him back toward the door. “We broke up. I don’t want to see you again.” “Enough with the drama,” he said. “I came back to give you a way out. Just admit you were wrong, apologize to Emma online, and this whole thing goes away. Don’t make it uglier than it needs to be.” Hearing that, I lost it. “I didn’t copy her!” I screamed. “She stole my idea!” Nelson laughed like I’d told a joke. “Oh, so the person who plagiarized managed to post before the one who didn’t? That’s a new one. Impressive.” “Everyone knows you copied her,” he added. “You’re the only one still lying to yourself.” I pointed to the door, voice shaking with fury. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops and reporting you for trespassing!” That finally made him back off. He picked up his suitcase, but not before throwing one last comment over his shoulder. “Pathetic. You’ll be crawling back to me before long. Just wait.” I slammed the door behind him so hard the walls shook. But it didn’t take long to figure out what he meant. Not even an hour later, he posted a video of his own, talking about our relationship and heavily implying he was ashamed of me for stealing someone else’s work. Of course, Emma jumped into the comments to say, [Thanks for speaking up, bro.] Then she followed up with a statement on her own page. [I still believe in the power of originality. As long as we stand firm, there’s always hope. I wish everyone would join me in standing against plagiarism.] Jennifer’s POV Thanks to those two, I was instantly pinned to the wall of shame, labeled a plagiarist. I wanted to defend myself, but I had no idea where to start. What was I supposed to say? That the video Emma “created” was originally mine? That somehow, by some bizarre twist of fate, the two videos turned out exactly the same, even down to the second? Who would believe me? No one. Not a single person would buy that story except me. Then, to make matters worse, some sharp-eyed internet sleuths dug up my alternate account and found the comment I left urging her to post. [So that comment wasn’t about excitement. It was fishing for material to steal?] [She really had the audacity to ask for an update. She basically treated Emma’s work like her personal content library.] Reading those comments hit me like a punch to the gut. I had no idea what to do next. Even if I came up with a great idea now, what was the point? Emma would always get there first. She’d post before me every time. That crushing feeling of helplessness wrapped around me tighter than ever. Looking at my channel, the one I had worked so hard to build up, I knew what I had to do if I wanted to avoid falling into the same pit I had in my past life. I deleted my account with over a million followers and posted one final message on social media. [I can’t prove that I didn’t plagiarize. There are things I simply can’t explain. I’ve deactivated my channel, and I’ll be stepping away from this platform for good. All I want to say is this: I, Jennifer Houston, have never copied anyone’s work.] Then I turned off the comments, disabled private messages, uninstalled the app, and forced myself to stop thinking about it. If I couldn’t fight it, then maybe it was better to just walk away. I packed my bags and gave myself permission to take a long break. I needed to breathe, to rest, to reset. I figured if I stopped posting, I’d finally see what Emma would come up with on her own.

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  • My wife cheated on someone who bullied me

    While I was giving my wife a bath after we got intimate, I accidentally touched her new tattoo. My wife, who was always so sweet-natured, absolutely exploded at me. “What are you doing, touching there? What if you scratch off my tattoo? Are you just taking out your frustrations on my tattoo because *you* can’t perform? A good tattoo costs thousands, you know! My money doesn’t just magically appear!” She absolutely *despised* anyone with tattoos, and now she’d spent thousands on one herself. My wife, something was definitely wrong with her. After sex, as I was giving Chloe a bath, I accidentally brushed against her new tattoo. My usually sweet-natured wife, who rarely raised her voice, suddenly unleashed a torrent of anger at me. “What are you blindly touching? What if you scratch off my tattoo? I just got it done, it cost thousands!” “If you ruin it, I swear I’ll never forgive you!” She lowered her head, carefully, almost reverently, tracing the tattoo on her shoulder. Only after confirming it was perfectly fine did she finally let out a long, shaky breath. She glared daggers at me. “Good thing it’s fine,” I heard her hiss, “otherwise, you’d be in for it, big time!” Just moments ago, when I carried her into the bathroom, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. But the second I accidentally touched the tattoo on her arm, she was like a startled cat, all claws out. And wasn’t she the one who *hated* tattoos more than anyone? When I was younger, I thought tattoos were cool too. I even got one behind my parents’ backs. But later, when Chloe and I started dating, she accidentally discovered it. I can still vividly recall the look of disgust on her face. She frowned, her voice dripping with disdain. “What *is* that hideous thing you’ve got tattooed? It’s so gross! I absolutely *loathe* tattoos. If you want a future with me, you’ll get it removed, like, yesterday! Otherwise, I’ll just be disgusted every time I look at you.” I was absolutely ecstatic when she said that. It meant she was serious about us, about a future together. So, just because she disliked it, I endured the pain and had every tattoo on my body removed. But now, *she* had gone and gotten a tattoo herself. The sheer hypocrisy! Her unusually protective attitude towards this tattoo kept screaming one message at me. My wife, something was definitely wrong with her. I tried to lean closer, to get a better look, but she immediately clutched her arm defensively, demanding, “What are you staring at, Liam? I knew you’d find a way to make it an issue.” I froze. We’d been married for three years! And now she was telling me I had “bad intentions”? That was just… insane. Totally out of line. I pulled on my clothes, my voice laced with annoyance. “Chloe, what the hell is that supposed to mean? We’ve been married for years! What on earth haven’t I seen of you?” “It’s just a tattoo. Why are you acting so weird about it?” Then, something clicked. My voice changed, a cold edge creeping in. “Or are you hiding something from me?” I scoffed. “I knew it. Why else would you suddenly decide to get a tattoo, out of the blue? So *this* is what you’ve been up to.” A faint flicker of panic crossed her face, vanishing so fast I almost convinced myself I’d imagined it. She snapped at me, then shoved her arm in front of my face. “There! I showed you! Now what? Did you figure something out?” “Always being so nosy. I just didn’t want to show it to you because it was expensive, so I kept it hidden, alright?” “You’re so annoying. All you ever do is suspect everyone and everything. Don’t you have anything better to do?” She shoved me away and wrapped in her robe, yanked open the bathroom door. Her strength wasn’t considerable, but for a split second, I was completely disoriented. I stumbled back, my lower back hitting the sink with a painful thud that made me wince and grit my teeth. By the time I recovered and walked out of the bathroom, Chloe was already lying on the other side of the bed. The faint glow from her phone screen lit up her face, a face beaming with a smile. And for some reason, it just felt… jarring. Almost blinding. It had been a long time since she’d smiled like that in front of me. When she saw me, she quickly turned off her phone and burrowed deep under the covers. She was angry again. I still couldn’t understand why she was so angry. I’d just accidentally touched her tattoo. And what were those bizarre things she had tattooed anyway? What kind of sane person gets such a hideous, tacky thing tattooed on their arm?!

    I lay awake in the dark for a long time, silent, before finally breaking the quiet. “Chloe, why did you suddenly decide to get a tattoo?” She didn’t answer, but I knew she wasn’t asleep. Just a moment ago, a faint light had flickered from under her blanket. The next morning, when I woke up, the spot beside me was cold. She was already gone. My back was still throbbing from hitting the sink last night. After much tossing and turning, I decided to take the day off work and call a cab to the hospital. But I never expected such a coincidence. Chloe was already there, bright and early. When she saw me at the registration desk, a flash of panic crossed her face, immediately morphing into fury. “Liam! Are you actually stalking me, you jerk?!” Her voice involuntarily rose several octaves, causing quite a stir in the quiet hospital. Curious eyes from all around turned to me, and my face felt like it was on fire, burning with embarrassment. I forgot all about registering. I grabbed her arm, intending to drag her out, but she wasn’t about to let me. She sneered, stepping back a few paces, her sarcastic voice drilling into my ears. “I never knew you were so clingy! When did *that* happen?” “Or are you just hoping to catch me cheating?” The crowd, ever sensitive to the scent of gossip, had already pulled out their phones, ready to record the explosive drama unfolding in the hospital. I could practically hear them, in their SnapChat groups, vividly recounting the juicy spectacle to their friends and family. “Chloe! What are you talking about? Who’s stalking you? I should be asking *you*! What are you doing at the hospital this early?” My heart dropped. A wild, absurd thought suddenly shot through my mind, and I struggled to suppress my excitement as I asked her. “Are you… pregnant?” She’d always said she didn’t want kids, and we always used protection. Did we… hit the jackpot this time? She froze, then became even more infuriated. “What are you talking about, you idiot?! Who the hell is pregnant?!” Her reaction was extreme, far more than I’d anticipated. In my memory, she had always been sweet-tempered. Even when we had disagreements, she was willing to sit down and calmly resolve them. What was going on with her now? She put her hands on her hips, taking a few deep, forced breaths before her voice finally, barely, steadied. “A friend of mine is sick. I just came to the hospital to check on him.” “But you, weren’t you supposed to be at work today? Why are *you* at the hospital?” I lowered my eyes, contemplating. What kind of friend, I wondered, could possibly make *her*, a notorious night owl who practically lives for late mornings, drag herself out of bed at this hour? Before I could piece anything together, she answered a phone call and then dashed off without a backward glance. By the time I processed what was happening, she was already fifteen or twenty feet away. She didn’t even stop to hear why I was at the hospital. I had no choice but to pull out my phone and message her. **[Chloe, I accidentally hit my back on the sink last night in the shower. I wasn’t trying to follow you to the hospital.]** **[Which friend is sick? Are their family members not around? You seemed so rushed.]** Chloe was on my ‘close friends’ list, so I’d get a notification the second she messaged me. But I didn’t get a single reply, not until I had taken my number and seen the doctor. I tried calling her, but it just rang and rang. Left with no other option, I texted her again. **[Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I’ll pick up some of your favorite dishes?]** **[Or is there anything specific you’d like to eat?]** But all my messages vanished into the void. So, I just cooked a huge meal based on her preferences. It wasn’t until six in the evening that she came home, humming a carefree tune, silhouetted against the setting sun, the whole meal long since gone cold. I sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched, cold food, my expression unreadable. She walked in, flipped on the lights, acting as if nothing was amiss. “Why is it so dark in here? Why didn’t you turn on a light?” The sudden brightness made my eyes sting. Then she seemed to notice the food on the table, and she complained, “Why would you make so much food for just one person, Liam?” “Money doesn’t just grow on trees, Liam! And didn’t we agree we were saving up to get *me* a new car?” I slowly raised my gaze to meet hers. Unlike what I’d seen at the hospital earlier, she was wearing a completely different outfit now. She had time to visit a friend in the hospital. She had time to go shopping at the mall for new clothes. But she couldn’t spare two minutes to reply to my messages.

    “Why didn’t you reply to my messages? I sent you so many, asking if you were coming home for dinner, and you couldn’t even bother to respond to one.” “You don’t answer calls, you don’t reply to texts. Chloe, how dare you ask *me* why I made so much food for myself?!” I rarely yelled at her by her full name, and she knew I was truly furious this time. Her face went pale. She pulled out her phone, a look that might have been guilt, or perhaps relief at finding a new excuse, flashing across her features. “My phone died. That’s why I didn’t see any messages.” “Liam, you know I didn’t do it on purpose.” Bullshit, I knew! “You had time to shop at the mall, but no time to charge your phone? Your phone had enough battery to pay at the checkout, but not enough to call me back?” “You always have so many excuses! Just look at the past few days – have you honestly bothered to read any of my messages?” “You clearly don’t care about me! So who *do* you care about? Tell me, who was that person you went to see at the hospital today?” “Don’t think I don’t know, Chloe. None of your ‘besties’ have been in the hospital lately, I know that for a fact.” It seemed I had hit a nerve. She stiffened, her voice defiant as she shot back. “My friend was hurt, and I went to see him at the hospital – what’s it to you? I married *you*, I didn’t become your puppet, expected to obey your every command!” “I have my own life too! I can’t revolve around you every single day!” “Besides, you don’t even believe me anyway! Otherwise, why would you secretly follow me to the hospital?” She clearly hadn’t read my messages. She hadn’t seen me tell her I went to the hospital because of my back pain. Right. All my rambling, unanswered messages were just a burden to her, I guess. By a cruel twist of fate, if I hadn’t hit my back yesterday, I might never have known she had run off to the hospital so early in the morning. “I wasn’t following you to the hospital! How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a stalker—” She cut me off, rubbing her temples wearily. “Forget it. We’re both too upset right now. Let’s talk about it properly when we’ve both calmed down.” The front door slammed shut. I had no idea where she could possibly go at this hour. At eight in the evening, the dinner I’d cooked lay mostly untouched. I picked at a few bites before dumping the rest into the trash. Chloe had blocked my number and all my social media. I couldn’t reach her, so as a last resort, I called her friends. My neighborhood was pretty isolated. It wasn’t safe for a woman to be out alone so late. But from eight to nine, I called a dozen or so friends, and every single one said they had no idea where she was. Where else could she possibly be at this late hour? I was just about to throw on a jacket and go look for her when I received a text from my buddy, Jake. **[Hey man, why are you in the hospital? Everything alright?]** My mind raced with questions. Who was hospitalized? I’d hurt my back, but it wasn’t serious enough to be admitted. **[?]** I texted back a question mark. Jake immediately responded with one of his own. **[Wait, dude, you’re *not* in the hospital? Then who the hell is with Chloe? I was about to go say hello to you both.]** **[But my wife was rushing me, so I didn’t even get a chance to say hi.]** **[Good thing I didn’t say hi, or I don’t know how awkward it would have been.]**

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  • Eat a biscuit after working overtime and be fined 600,000 commission

    I ate a snack bar because I was starving from working overtime, and my manager slapped me with a $600,000 fine! She pointed a finger right at my face, absolutely fuming. “Alex, don’t think you’re hot stuff just because you closed that deal!” “This is a workplace, not your kitchen! Eat your food at home!” “Company policy explicitly forbids snacking! You knew this and did it anyway, so your offense is even worse!” “Your $600,000 commission for that contract? Canceled!” I just looked at her, cool as a cucumber, and said, “Whatever.” I figured, why bother? I was already giving up, and that’s when she really lost it. Victoria was absolutely furious with my attitude. “Alex, write a public apology, you’ll deliver it at the all-staff meeting!” I looked at her face, crimson from anger, and clenched my fists. Then, calmly, I said, “Fine by me!” My colleagues all stared at me, disbelief written on their faces. Victoria spun around, high heels clicking, and went up to the 23rd floor. I stayed at my desk. A little while later, a notice popped up in the company-wide SnapChat group. “Sales Department’s Alex has repeatedly violated company policies. After careful consideration, it has been decided to deduct this month’s commission, totaling $600,000, and she is required to present a public apology at today’s all-staff meeting at 2 PM as a warning to others!” My colleagues looked at me in shock. Leo, at the desk opposite mine, sent me a private SnapChat: “Victoria’s having a total meltdown, don’t argue with her. Just suck it up, that’s $600,000!” I just smiled. Sucking it up wouldn’t do any good; she wanted to kick me to the curb after I’d served my purpose. She’d been eyeing my position for ages. When Mr. Sterling, the old chairman, headhunted me, he promised I wouldn’t have to clock in or out, I’d have complete freedom, and could eat or drink as I pleased, as long as I delivered results. I practically ran half the sales department on my own. This Monarch Corp. contract, worth billions, I handled the renewal myself, and wrapped it up in just a week. Victoria probably thought my job was too easy and was just green with envy! I SnapChatted back to Leo: “Just wait. This afternoon isn’t just my public shaming; someone’s also going to try and take my place.” Leo looked shocked, but I ignored him, calmly sitting at my desk, organizing and printing all my client files. Then I formatted all the data on my work phone. After doing both, I started writing my apology. Victoria came down at one point, saw me writing, and couldn’t help but flash a smug smile. At 2 PM, she arrived with some people. The all-staff meeting in the 23rd-floor conference room, with over a hundred people, was packed. Victoria’s voice was sharp and clear. “I’ll reiterate: a company is a company. Don’t think it’s your home. Despite countless warnings, some people just don’t listen!” “Don’t think you’re so special just because the chairman personally hired you. Anyone can close a deal just by schmoozing and having a fancy dinner!” “Alex, get up here and deliver your apology. Let everyone see how you messed up!” I stood up and walked to the front, under a mix of confused and secretly gloating stares. “Manager Victoria is right. I shouldn’t have eaten that snack bar in the office. From today forward, I will strictly adhere to company discipline and never cross the line again!” “Manager Victoria, I’m not much for words. If you don’t want me to eat, I won’t eat. Being a salesperson isn’t such a big deal anyway.” “Good to know! Given your repeated offenses, the senior management has decided to revoke your position as Sales Director, effective today, and demote you to a regular sales associate.” “This is our new Director, Brandon. He’s an MBA from abroad and will lead us to new heights!” A smattering of applause broke out. Victoria pulled a smarmy-looking guy forward. Leo and I exchanged glances; he was completely floored. Finally, Victoria added, “Alex, organize all your client files and hand them over. They’ll be reallocated!” I readily agreed, printed everything out, and handed it over immediately. These clients? If you can handle them, go right ahead! Seeing my cooperation, Victoria seemed a little suspicious. She checked everything carefully, ensuring nothing was missing, and finally let it go. Brandon, meanwhile, was strutting around like he owned the place. He came straight from the 23rd floor to my desk and tapped on it. “Alex, hurry up, pack all your things right now. Otherwise, if anything goes missing, you’ll be held responsible.”

    I understood perfectly. As Sales Director, my desk was in the same area as everyone else, but I had a whole row to myself, with an open view, allowing me to see everyone opposite me. Now, it was different. He was eager to push me out, and my new spot was directly opposite him, by the window. Even with air conditioning in summer, we weren’t allowed to close the blinds. The scorching sun blared through the glass, not only reflecting off the computer screen but also making it unbearably hot. But none of that mattered. I quietly packed my things and was about to move my computer to the new spot when he stopped me. “Hold on. We need to check everything on your computer carefully. What if you’re taking client data with you?” “Fine, check it!” I opened my computer and let him search through everything. Mr. Sterling himself had personally headhunted me. At the time, he’d told me, “Alex, you have absolute authority in this company!” Mr. Sterling’s health had declined in recent years, and he’d gone abroad for treatment. Everything they were doing now struck me as utterly ridiculous. I knew exactly what Victoria was thinking: kicking me to the curb to cut costs. But unfortunately, costs aren’t that easy to cut. Brandon found nothing suspicious and could only wave me off. Leo sent me a message: “Don’t worry, Alex. We’re all rooting for you!” I sent back a smiling emoji. What good was their support? I didn’t believe for a second that the senior management on the 23rd floor was unaware of what Victoria was doing to me. They were tacitly approving it. That meant Mr. Sterling, far across the ocean, must also know. If that was the case, there was no point in arguing with them. I clocked out at the end of the day, just as usual. I didn’t know what their previous expectations were, but from now on, I’d strictly follow company procedures. That couldn’t be a problem, right? According to my old routine, I’d usually meet clients for tea and chats after work. But not anymore. I drove straight home, lay on my long-missed bed, and watched the sunset, feeling fantastic. Normally, I’d always be out entertaining clients, with endless social obligations. Now, I finally had time to myself. I opened my phone, searched for theater tickets, and booked one for myself. My favorite theater actor had performed hundreds of shows, but I’d never been to a single one. Now, I finally had the time. Soon after, I was added to a new sales group. Brandon was the group admin. “Attention All Staff: From now on, all sales personnel must write daily sales logs. You need to report who you met, what was discussed, and if there’s any potential interest, for my review.” “You must secure 5 potential clients each month. If you fail to meet this, your end-of-month evaluation will be reduced by 20%.” Leo messaged me privately: “Look at him! Says he came back from overseas, but he’s using all these outdated methods on us?” “Has he ever even worked in sales? Potential clients aren’t that easy to find! Five a month? The entire company only closes deals based on old clients these days!” “The economy’s rough now, it’s not that simple. And the big clients aren’t ones *we* can handle. For small clients, this city only has so many people. He really doesn’t want to give us any breathing room.” Seeing Leo’s rant, I just comforted him, “Take it easy. Just do whatever your boss tells you to.” “Alex, are you really just going to let him push you around? I wouldn’t stand for it! If it were me, I’d have quit ages ago! I can’t take this crap!” Leo was always outspoken. I smiled at his messages but didn’t reply. I wasn’t in a hurry. They’d find out soon enough.

    The next day at work, I submitted my annual leave request. I’d been with the company for eight years and hadn’t taken a single day of annual leave. When I submitted the request, Brandon looked at me. “What’s the meaning of this, Alex? I just started, and you want to take time off? Are you deliberately trying to go against me?” “Director Brandon, you’re overreacting. Under your leadership, I’m sure we’ll turn things around. I haven’t had a break in so many years, I just can’t take it anymore. I plan to take some annual leave to truly relax and recover. My body can’t handle it.” He sized me up, his eyes full of disdain. “Right, I suppose you do have to service all those big clients. People over thirty certainly can’t keep up.” His words had a hidden meaning, I knew. He was implying I’d used improper methods to land those clients. Once people form a prejudice, it’s hard to change their minds. But for now, I wouldn’t explain myself further. Brandon still signed it. “Remember the end-of-month evaluation! If you don’t meet it, your base salary will be docked!” “Fail for three consecutive months, and you’ll be packing your bags and out the door!” “Understood. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving.” Because the ones leaving would have to be them! After completing the paperwork, I packed my things and started my vacation. First stop: the state capital. Today was the day of the show I’d been waiting for; I couldn’t miss it. Two hours later, as soon as I got off the high-speed train, Leo sent me a message: “Alex, the Luminar Group contract is finalized, and Victoria says the credit for this achievement will go to Brandon.” “By the end of the year, they’re going to push for Brandon to be the head of the sales department. That way, Victoria herself can get another promotion!” “The nerve! Are you just going to let them get away with it?” “Not yet. They can’t handle it. Just wait!” I sent that message and smiled. Renewing the Luminar contract wasn’t something you could just achieve by wining and dining. I ignored it, put my phone on silent, and sat in the auditorium, looking at the stage just a meter away. I felt incredibly excited. My emotions ebbed and flowed with the play, laughing at times, crying at others. Two hours later, I walked out of the auditorium, pulled out my phone, and saw over a hundred missed calls and countless SnapChat messages. The most recent one was from Victoria, sent just moments ago. “Alex, Mr. Miller from Luminar Group says there’s a problem with the contract, and they’re backing out! The direct loss is over $3 billion! You can expect to be fired!” I scoffed, and simply replied, “The contract was handed over to Brandon. If he can’t handle it, am I supposed to take the blame?” “Manager Victoria, if you want to fire me, remember to give me my severance.” After sending it, I shoved my phone back into my pocket. Even Leo couldn’t reach me. I wandered around, eating and shopping, and the constant stream of messages on my phone gave me a pretty good idea of what was happening. After I left, Brandon decided to “build rapport” with the major client and went to Luminar Group, bringing gifts. He ran into Mr. Miller, who, upon learning he was the new director, asked a few technical questions. Brandon couldn’t answer a single one. Mr. Miller felt the company was unprofessional and insisted on an on-site visit. I’d personally taken him to that site 800 times. Brandon had never been there. When they arrived, they happened to find a machine broken. Brandon told an engineer to come fix it. But no one could fix the new machine. Whenever there was a problem, I was the one who called in my contacts to repair it. Brandon used this as an excuse, claiming I had deliberately sabotaged the machine. Mr. Miller immediately declared that our company was a fraud and he wouldn’t renew the contract. Not only had Brandon botched the contract, costing the company $3 billion, but Mr. Miller also ridiculed Brandon, and it even reached Mr. Sterling, the old chairman. Just then, Leo called. “Alex, you need to come back! They’re about to call the police, saying you committed malicious fraud!”

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  • For his crush, he deceived me for thirteen years

    I found myself in a novel as the malicious supporting character. But I haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve even become friends with the heroine and married the gentle second lead. I always thought I was happy until I stumbled upon my husband’s diary. It turns out he was reborn. All these years of kindness were just to prevent me from harming the heroine… ****** Holding the pregnancy test result and touching the tiny life inside me, I felt an unprecedented sense of security. I’ve been living in this world for 13 years, and at this moment, it feels like I’ve finally found a complete sense of belonging and attachment. I transmigrated into this novel world after my death, becoming the malicious supporting character with the same name as mine. But I thought I was lucky. I arrived before the story unfolded, so I hadn’t done anything to wrong the main characters. In fact, because of the female lead’s cheerful personality, we became best friends who could talk about anything. I turned into a guardian of love, encouraging her to pursue her romantic interests actively, watching her fall in love with the male lead, and sending her off as a bridesmaid when she married the man she loved. The female lead is the second person I want to share my good news with; as for the first, it’s obviously my husband. My husband, Andrew, was originally the gentle second male lead in the novel, always silently protecting the female lead. Perhaps due to the butterfly effect of my changes, he no longer follows the female lead but focuses all his attention and affection on me. Walking together for 13 years, I truly felt loved, so I married for love without hesitation. Now, our little family is about to welcome a new life, and I can’t wait to share this good news with him.   I thought about it, and instead of saying it directly, I decided to let him discover it himself. I sneaked into the study, sat in his chair, and casually opened a drawer. An old notebook caught my eye. It stood out because it didn’t match the neat and uniform files around it. It should have been at the bottom, but a corner was accidentally exposed in the owner’s rush. I carefully picked up the notebook and couldn’t help but laugh. It was the type of girly notebook cover we used in our school days, worn with age, but the owner likely opened it frequently to record things, as the edges were curled, and the pages were yellowed. We never had secrets between us as a couple, so I opened it without any hesitation. On the title page was written in large English handwriting: Forever Love. I lowered my head with a shy smile, my face flushing. Could this be a love letter he wrote for me? I took out the pregnancy test result, planning to place it inside. I wanted to give him my most precious “love letter.” I carefully opened the first page and was instantly dumbfounded—my eternal love, Tina. Tina is the female lead in the story. Suddenly, I felt my blood reverse, and my whole body froze as if my throat was stuffed with heavy cotton, making it hard to breathe. My fingers trembled, yet uncontrollably, I read page by page. With a kind of obsessive self-torture, I read the entire diary word by word. Rather than a diary, it’s more like a love letter that can’t be sent, summarized in just a few words: Andrew loves Tina but can’t be with her. It turns out Andrew was reborn; it turns out Andrew always loved Tina deeply; it turns out all of Andrew’s care and affection for me was just an act! He needed to keep an eye on me to prevent any possibility of me harming the woman he loves. The joy of being pregnant vanished, leaving only bitterness in my heart. For 13 years, I never thought of harming Tina, but at this moment, I truly envied her. I envied her for the brief kindness and warmth she once gave, which made a man remember her deeply for 13 years, even at the cost of entangling with the malicious supporting character to ensure her happiness. My heart was in turmoil, tangled with pain and despair, and I couldn’t even remember how long I cried, just feeling that everything around me turned into a terrifying illusion.

    Exhausted, I fell asleep on the sofa until Andrew came home and woke me up. He was reeking of alcohol, staggering as he walked. “Honey, I’m back…” he said with a smile. “Sorry, I had a business dinner tonight, so I came back late.” I smiled bitterly, the smile not reaching my eyes, yet I still fulfilled my duty as a wife. I went to help him, undoing his tightly buttoned tie and loosening the collar. “Thank you, honey, you’re so good.” I gazed at Andrew, realizing his gratitude was very perfunctory. If he paid a bit more attention, he would have noticed the redness and swelling in my eyes. Perhaps pretending to deal with me has become a habit for him. I helped Andrew to the bed, undressed him, and prepared to clean his face and body. Drunk, Andrew’s willpower slackened, as if he let down his guard, revealing his true feelings with weary vulnerability. “Tina…” I flinched, thinking I was hallucinating. I stared at Andrew, my nails digging into my palms. “Tina.” The cruel reminder echoed again. In a self-destructive manner, I subconsciously imitated Tina’s tone. “Andrew.” Andrew suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, his drunken eyes filled with tenderness and affection. “Tina, as long as you’re happy, everything I do is worth it.” A short sentence fixed me once again in the cage of deception. I felt breathless, everything before me becoming bizarre, and I fled from the bedroom in a mix of running and hiding. It turns out the love I chose without hesitation was a joke from start to finish.   I didn’t sleep well. The various things the malicious supporting character Amelia did in the novel replayed crazily in my mind. Amelia bullied the female lead with her group, hired thugs to humiliate the female lead, and used her family background to oppress the female lead, and so on… In the dream, Amelia suddenly turned back, with a face identical to mine. That face was twisted and ferocious, even I found it terrifying. In dreams, time flies, the male lead and the second male lead quickly grow and then take revenge on me. Andrew’s cold, indifferent eyes calmly stared at me, as if looking at a dead object. “Since you like ruining others’ innocence, go experience it yourself.” In despair, I was humiliated to death and discarded by a filthy garbage pile, dying in agony. “No!” I shouted, waking myself up! I looked up into Andrew’s concerned eyes, overlapping with the brutal and fierce image in the dream, and I trembled in fright. Andrew was covering me with a blanket, looking confused. “Honey, what’s wrong? Why are you sleeping on the sofa, you’ll catch a cold.” “Honey, are you mad at me for drinking too much last night? Sorry, the client was important.” I shook my head, engulfed in fatigue and fear, not wanting to say anything. There’s no guest room in our house. Andrew once promised he would never make me mad enough to send him to sleep in a guest room. Even if he did upset me, he’d be sensible enough to sleep on the floor beside me. But when conflicts really arose, I didn’t even have a space of my own. I was indeed under his watchful eye. Andrew didn’t notice anything unusual about me, frowning pitifully. “Honey, I had a tough time at the business dinner yesterday, my head hurts a lot, where’s the hangover soup?” “I forgot.” I didn’t make any at all. Andrew’s family isn’t wealthy, while I’m a typical rich second generation. He always said he wanted to earn my father’s approval through his own efforts, to achieve more to deserve me. So Andrew worked hard. He didn’t accept help from the Aiden family, choosing to start his own business. In the early years, to secure projects, he drank heavily with partners, almost getting a stomach ulcer. I loved Andrew deeply, and as his wife, I always took care of him personally. For the sake of his health, I found many remedies and often stayed up all night to help him recover from hangovers. If I were unaware of his true feelings, I might have continued being a dutiful wife. However, in reality, my efforts were all one-sided. [Amelia used her family background to harm Tina, I can’t let her have any chance to harm Tina. I must achieve success in the business world, have enough power to rival Amelia’s old man. If they harm Tina like the last life, I’ll make the Amelia family pay a painful price!] Andrew’s desperate efforts were merely to gain real power, to protect his true love.

    “Honey, what’s wrong today? You don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell? Let me take you to the hospital.” I stared blankly at the man before me, wondering how much sincerity was in his concern. I hesitated about confronting Andrew when suddenly my phone rang. The caller ID showed two big words—Tina. Andrew quickly picked up the phone and handed it to me, signaling with his eyes, “Take it.” I numbly pressed answer, and Tina’s cheerful voice came through. “Amelia, darling, remember we’re going to the art exhibit today?” “I remember.” “Let’s meet at the Coffee Shop in front of the Art Gallery, okay? Old Ho is dropping me off on his way to work.” “Okay.” Before I could speak, Andrew said, “You have plans with Tina today, let me drive you there.” “No need, your office isn’t on the way.” Andrew lovingly touched my cheek. “Silly, driving my wife anywhere is on the way. Go change your clothes!” Andrew went back to the room to freshen up, his back radiating happiness. He’s going to see his beloved, of course, he’s thrilled. “Remember.” “Let’s meet directly at the Coffee Shop in front of the Art Gallery. He can drop me off on his way to work.” “Alright.” I hung up the phone, and before I could say anything, Andrew spoke first, “You have plans with Tina today? Let me take you there.” “No need. Your office is out of the way.” Andrew affectionately touched my cheek. “Silly, taking my wife anywhere is always my pleasure. Go get changed!” Andrew got up to freshen up, his back radiating happiness. Of course, he’s thrilled to see the one he loves. He seemed to have forgotten that he just mentioned taking me to the hospital because I looked unwell. In Andrew’s world, nothing is more important than Tina. — When Andrew dropped me off at the Coffee Shop, Tina was happily sipping a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino. She naturally handed me a cup of hot milk, greeting me cheerfully. Andrew gently reminded me, “Girls shouldn’t drink too many cold beverages. It’s bad for your health and can cause discomfort at certain times. You’re not a kid anymore; you should be more careful.” Tina teased with a smile, “Wow, showing off your affection right in front of me.” Andrew replied with a smile, “You too, drink less cold stuff!” So much preamble for a simple reminder to her. The hot milk in my hand felt uncomfortably warm. Actually, I don’t like cold drinks. His concern was never really for me. “Got it, got it. You’re so naggy. Only Amelia can put up with you.” Andrew chuckled and turned to me, “I’ll pick you up for lunch. I remember you saying you wanted to try the new Spanish restaurant in Amelia City.” Once doubt creeps in, you realize how insincerely his concern is acted. It wasn’t me who wanted to try the Spanish restaurant; it was Tina. But I was blindly in love, and he played his part well. Now that the truth is out, I see I was just blinded by my own ignorance. Tina held me close. “Okay, okay, you should go. Don’t interrupt our girl time.” She pulled me inside, mumbling non-stop. “Amelia, I’m so excited for Master Gu’s work…” I instinctively looked back at the man in the distance. He was watching us with a scrutinizing gaze, but when our eyes met, he quickly hid his emotions. He put on a performance of deep affection, acting all affectionate. Andrew, aren’t you tired? Certainly!

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