My mother-in-law, Brenda, fell in love in her golden years. She wanted to meet her number-one TikTok Live gifter in real life. I tried my absolute best to warn her. I told her she was too old, and that this was definitely a “pig-butchering” romance scam. Eventually, she gave up the idea. But when she saw our neighbor, Mrs. Higgins, coming back dripping in gold and diamonds with her own rich online gifter, Brenda began to deeply resent me. Later, when I was heavily pregnant and about to give birth, Brenda pushed me down the stairs in a state of utter madness. “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t stopped me, I’d be living in luxury right now!” My husband, Marcus, also looked at me with cold, dead eyes: “If you hadn’t tried to play smart, I would have been a millionaire CEO by now!” Instead of calling 911, the two of them watched me bleed on the floor, waiting for me to die. To make sure no one would find out, they eventually dragged me to the bathroom and held my head underwater until I drowned. But I was reborn. This time, I personally recommended a shady, back-alley plastic surgery clinic to Brenda. 1 “I work myself to the bone every single day serving this ungrateful family, and I’m not even allowed to pursue my own happiness!” Brenda was sitting on the floor, wailing and screaming. “My life is so miserable!” My mind felt completely dizzy. The suffocating sensation of cold water rushing into my lungs was still terrifyingly vivid. It was only when I saw Brenda rolling around on the floor, throwing her usual tantrum, that I suddenly snapped awake. Had I been reborn? “Marcus! Why aren’t you home yet? Your wife is bullying me to death! I don’t want to live anymore!” Seeing her wipe away non-existent tears, I remembered how patiently I had tried to explain things to her in my past life. In the end, that patience cost me my life and the life of my unborn child. Thinking of this, I subconsciously touched my flat belly. Thank God. I was reborn. This time, I would protect my child at all costs. I suppressed the boiling rage in my chest, forced a warm smile onto my face, and said to Brenda: “Brenda, you’ve completely misunderstood me. I was just amazed by how incredibly charming you are.” “Any man would fall head over heels for you.” Brenda froze on the floor. She clearly didn’t expect me to say that. “Yes, Brenda! You have to say yes to this guy! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!” Standing beside her, Lily was jumping up and down with pure excitement. “What is all this screaming? I told you guys, do not make noise when I’m on a Zoom meeting!” Marcus slammed his bedroom door open, his eyes filled with nothing but annoyance. Without asking a single question, he immediately turned and pointed his finger at me, screaming: “Chloe! What kind of drama are you starting now? My mom is always so sweet to you!” Looking at the man standing in front of me, my heart felt like ice. The memory of him holding me down in the water alongside Brenda flashed in my mind, making me grit my teeth. I wanted nothing more than to tear him apart right then and there. 2 The moment Brenda saw Marcus come out, she scrambled to her feet and ran to him. “Marcus, you really need to put a leash on this wife of yours. She beats me every time you’re not home.” Brenda gave me a smug, triumphant look. She was absolutely sure I would explode, scream, and start a massive fight. Then she could easily manipulate Marcus into beating me up just to satisfy her sick ego. In my past life, that was exactly what happened. Marcus had slammed me onto the couch, punching my face repeatedly while Brenda stood by, cheering him on. This time, I wasn’t going to be that stupid. I lowered my eyes, keeping my voice as soft and helpless as a mouse. “Brenda must have misunderstood me. As her daughter-in-law, I would never dare to stand in the way of her and her billionaire boyfriend.” I even squeezed out a few fake tears for effect. The word “billionaire” instantly changed the atmosphere. Marcus’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. He immediately turned to Brenda, putting on his most flattering face. He began massaging her shoulders and rubbing her back. “Mom, is this for real? You have to say yes to this rich guy!” “Our family is about to become filthy rich!” Brenda looked a bit hesitant, though her eyes shone with greed. “But look at all these wrinkles on my face. I’m old and ugly. What if he doesn’t want me when we meet?” Lily chimed in from the side, fueling the fire. “Mom, we can just make Chloe pay for your plastic surgery! Problem solved!” Brenda immediately slapped Lily’s shoulder. “You brainless girl! Plastic surgery costs a fortune! Why should we waste Marcus’s hard-earned money on that?” I knew Brenda was incredibly cheap. So, I decided to give her the push she needed. I quickly dug a shady-looking business card out of my purse and handed it to Brenda, pretending to be completely supportive. “Brenda, what a coincidence! I actually won a free total-makeover consultation card at my company’s annual party. It feels like destiny. Our family is truly meant to be rich.” Sure enough, Marcus couldn’t control himself. He practically jumped in the air. “Mom! This is a sign from God! It is literally custom-made for you!” Brenda lifted her chin proudly. “Well, of course it is.” Lily and Marcus stood on either side of her, their faces flushed with excitement as they fantasized about their future high-society lives. I sneered in my heart. Billionaire? He’s nothing but a professional scammer waiting to butcher you. 3 In my past life, Brenda had proudly announced to the entire family that her top TikTok Live gifter had invited her to a private yacht party. I had begged her not to go, pointing out her age and warning her that he was likely a catfish scammer. Because of my desperate warnings, Brenda ended up canceling the trip. But later, when she saw Mrs. Higgins coming back dripping in designer brands and real diamonds with her own rich online gifter, Brenda began to view me as her ultimate enemy. “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t stopped me, I’d be living in a mansion right now!” But I knew the truth. Mrs. Higgins’s “top gifter” was actually her long-lost son who had made a fortune. I tried to explain this to Brenda, but she refused to listen to a single word. “Mom, you’re being scammed! That man isn’t a billionaire!” In her psychotic rage, Brenda pushed me down the stairs. Blood immediately pooled beneath me. I desperately tried to reach for my phone on the floor to call 91

Right then, Marcus rushed over and kicked the phone far away. “If you hadn’t played smart, I would have been a big boss by now!” I curled into a ball, clutching my stomach, sobbing and begging them both. “Please, save my baby. I beg you.” By the time I woke up, Brenda was holding my head underwater, screaming at Marcus to help her keep me down. I thrashed wildly, screaming for help. But Brenda picked up a heavy brick from the floor and smashed it against my skull. “If anyone asks, we’ll just say she was cheating, got pregnant with a bastard child, and drowned herself out of shame.” The terrifying feeling of cold water filling my lungs gripped my throat once more. I couldn’t breathe. Slowly, I sank to the very bottom. Having a second chance at life, I decided to let them walk straight into their own doom. I was done playing the good guy. I wanted to see exactly how much “luxury” Brenda would enjoy without me in her way. 4 Because Brenda had just finished her plastic surgery, Marcus ordered me to leave work early, go home, and clean the house. I quietly complied. Right after I finished mopping the floor, Brenda waddled into the living room, her body moving in an incredibly stiff, unnatural way. “Ugh, why is this place so dusty? I literally just got my face done.” “What if my wounds get infected?” She covered her face with her hands. But I could clearly see that her face was swollen like a giant, bruised balloon. I sneered inwardly. In my past life, that shady clinic had been shut down after multiple botched surgeries went viral on TikTok. I was highly confident Brenda wouldn’t be the lucky one. Marcus glanced at me, his eyes full of disgust as he barked: “Chloe! Go get Mom a glass of water right now! When we get rich, you’re the first person I’m throwing out of this house!” Hearing Marcus’s words, my chest still felt a twinge of coldness. Years ago, I had cut ties with my own parents just to marry him. I woke up earlier than anyone and slept later than a dog, serving this entire miserable family. In the end, I got absolutely nothing but a broken body and a tragic death. Whenever I wanted to go for a pregnancy checkup, Brenda would mock me, saying I was just looking for excuses to be lazy. Lily would always jump in, making up ridiculous lies to make me look bad. And with Marcus’s pathetic monthly salary of $3,000—which he handed entirely over to Brenda—every single bill in this house was paid using my own savings. Thinking of this, I quickly brought Brenda a glass of water with a sweet smile. Suddenly, Brenda jumped up and started screaming at me: “Are you trying to kill me?! The doctor explicitly told me not to drink water immediately after the procedure!” I gave her a sheepish, apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Brenda. I got distracted. You literally look a hundred times younger after the surgery. I barely even recognized you.” Hearing my compliments, Brenda’s ego instantly inflated. She raised her swollen chin proudly. She immediately began barking orders at me: “Go mop the floor again! I went through so much pain today for this family.” “And go buy me some expensive organic supplements. Remember, only buy the most expensive stuff. I am the savior of this family now.” Faced with her ridiculous demands, I just smiled and nodded. Even if she was spending my money, I didn’t care. It was the price of her ticket to hell. She knew she shouldn’t drink water, but she had no idea she was supposed to avoid high-sodium, greasy foods during recovery. Soon, the date of her meeting with the “billionaire” drew closer. One afternoon, while Brenda was in a boutique dressing room trying on a revealing dress, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from inside. “Ahhh! Someone help me! My face! I can’t move my face!” I smiled. Brenda had developed facial paralysis. When Lily pushed the dressing room door open, Brenda was lying on the floor, clutching her face in absolute terror. 5 “Oh my god, Lily! Am I going to die?” Brenda was howling on the floor, refusing to let go of her face. Thick drool was already leaking from the corner of her mouth, ruining the expensive dress. The boutique owner was completely frozen in shock. Several other customers gathered around, whispering and pointing. Lily completely panicked, her voice cracking as she cried: “Chloe, what do we do? We shouldn’t have come out shopping today!” I quickly took charge. I dialed 911 and called for an ambulance to take Brenda to the hospital. Seeing them prepare to leave, the store owner became angry and grabbed Lily’s arm. “Wait a minute! You can’t just walk away! Your mother just ruined my inventory and terrified my customers! You need to pay for this dress, otherwise, I’m calling the cops!” Hearing about paying money, Brenda, who was being loaded onto a stretcher, exploded in fury. She reached out and wrapped both arms around a nearby clothing rack. “Pay you?! You’re extorting us! I’m the one who should call the cops!” “Your store has bad vibes! That’s why my face suddenly became like this!” The paramedic urged them impatiently: “Stop arguing! Her health is more important. We need to go to the hospital right now!” But Brenda refused to budge. She scrambled off the stretcher, put her hands on her hips, and screamed at the owner: “You cheap bitch! You want money? Fine, I’ll sit right here in your store! If I die because I’m late to the hospital, I’ll make sure your business is ruined forever!” Because of the facial paralysis, Brenda’s distorted face looked absolutely monstrous. I was honestly stunned by how reckless she was when it came to money. The store owner, utterly terrified by Brenda’s psychotic behavior, quickly let go of Lily’s arm. She practically begged: “Ma’am, please, I don’t want your money anymore! Just go to the hospital! I apologize!” Only then did Brenda lay back down on the stretcher, looking incredibly pleased with herself. “Hah! Trying to scam me? No way in hell.” But standing aside, I knew exactly what she had just done. Brenda’s greed had just cost her the golden window for treating facial paralysis. Even if she survived, she would be left with permanent nerve damage. But that had absolutely nothing to do with me. After all, my kindness in my past life had earned me a watery grave. 6 The doctor stared at the test results, his brows furrowed deeply. “We can confirm your mother-in-law is suffering from severe facial nerve damage. She needs to be admitted for treatment immediately. Please go to the front desk to pay the deposit.” Standing nearby, Brenda let out a loud snort and spat right onto the hospital floor. “You absolute scammer! Look at me, I can walk and run just fine! You doctors just want to steal my money!” The doctor didn’t get angry. He calmly tried to explain again: “Ma’am, you need medical intervention. If you miss the critical treatment window, the damage will be permanent.” “We can start with aggressive medication, followed by physical therapy and acupuncture next week.” Hearing this, Brenda shrieked like a banshee. “How long is that going to take?! I have a date with a billionaire in three days!” The doctor’s face turned bright red from her sheer ignorance and disrespect. “Billionaire? If you don’t get treated right now, you can spend the rest of your life drooling like a dog!” Hearing the doctor speak to her like that, Brenda ran out of the office and started screaming in the hallway: “Help! Abuse! Everyone look! The doctor is threatening a patient!” Her booming voice drew a massive crowd in the hospital lobby. Lily, who had just come out of the restroom, saw the scene, blushed red with embarrassment, and quickly hid around the corner. Even the Chief of Medicine rushed down to see what was happening. I pretended to hold Brenda back, pleading: “Brenda, please, just listen to the doctor. Stay in the hospital.” But I knew her all too well. She would never stay. Nothing was going to stop her from going on her yacht date with her “billionaire.” Sure enough, Brenda glared at me and violently shoved me away. “You useless bitch! You always take the side of strangers! I already called my son. No one is stealing a single dime from me!” A few minutes later, Marcus rushed into the hospital lobby, looking furious. The Chief of Medicine tried to step in and reason with him, explaining the severity of Brenda’s condition. But Marcus grabbed a heavy metal clipboard from a nearby desk and threw it right at the Chief’s head. “You bunch of scammers! You just hate to see my family succeed! Let my mom go!” The Chief was completely done. He gestured to the security guards to clear the area. “Fine. Get out. We refuse to treat patients who abuse our staff.” Looking at Marcus and Brenda smirking at each other, bragging about how they “won” against the hospital, I almost laughed out loud. These two were so consumed by greed that they had lost their minds. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they realized their “billionaire” was nothing but an internet scammer.

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College admissions season was just around the corner. A few of my senior students were still completely slacking off. I was more anxious than anyone, so I decided to use the weekend break to drop off some study guides at their houses. “What is this?” I was completely frozen. On my student Chloe’s bed sat a life-sized doll! In terms of height, body shape, and face, it looked exactly like me! More importantly, the doll had… anatomical details. It was clearly made for *that* kind of activity… “Mr. Miller…” Chloe’s face flushed so red it looked like it would burst. “Actually, I… I’ve liked you since freshman year!” “Mr. Miller, I just turned eighteen last month. I’m an adult now! You…” “Stop, stop, stop!” I quickly cut her off. In my five years of teaching, I had never encountered something this insane! Chloe had opened the door wearing a maid cosplay outfit. I heard from other students that she was a minor influencer in the local cosplay community. As a male teacher, I had to protect myself and keep my distance. I originally planned to just say a few words at the door and leave. But her parents insisted on dragging me inside, asking me to help her highlight key topics for the final AP exam. “I have a fiancée, and we’re planning to get married this summer.” “I need you to focus on your studies and get into a good college!” She looked incredibly excited. She pulled the ribbon at her waist, and the maid outfit slid down like wrapping paper off a gift box. “Chloe! What are you doing?!” I was terrified. She lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. No way in hell. I came here to tutor her, not to have an existential crisis! Her parents were right outside. If they saw this, my career, my reputation, and my relationship would all be destroyed. So, I gritted my teeth and pushed her onto the bed. “Leo~” Chloe thought I was giving in. She lay there obediently, her eyes full of anticipation. I frantically grabbed the pieces of her outfit, trying to put them back on her before her parents noticed. Chloe’s eyes welled with tears. “Leo, don’t you like me? Don’t men like younger girls? Or am I not pretty enough?” Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. “Put your clothes on! What if your mom walks in and misunderstands?!” I didn’t know which of my words triggered her. Chloe suddenly burst into loud, hysterical sobs. “Mr. Miller, why don’t you stay for dinner? I bought some prime rib…” The door was pushed open by Chloe’s mother, Beatrice. The smile on her face instantly froze. “What on earth is going on here…” I panicked. The clothes in my hand felt like a hot potato. I was caught red-handed, and no explanation would sound believable now. “Mrs. Vance, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like…” I stuttered, completely terrified.

In the living room, Chloe’s parents sat on the sofa. Chloe and I stood in front of them. “…and that’s everything. That’s exactly what happened.” After speaking, I looked at Chloe, hoping she would back up my story. Beatrice also looked at her daughter, waiting for her response. Arthur, Chloe’s father, frowned. “Chloe, Daddy is right here. Don’t be afraid. Tell us the truth.” The atmosphere in the room turned suffocatingly tense. My heart was pounding like crazy. But Chloe seemed oblivious. She just stood there, sobbing quietly. We waited for five agonizing minutes. Just as I was about to lose my temper, Chloe finally spoke. “I didn’t take my clothes off. Mr. Miller did!” “He said… he said he’d only tutor me if I was ‘good’ to him!” I was furious. “Chloe! Do you have any idea how much this lie will ruin my life?!” “Shut up!” Arthur snapped. He lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar. The veins on his forehead bulged. “Miller! Do you call yourself a teacher? I can’t believe you had the guts to come into my house and assault my daughter!” “You’re not a human! You’re a sick animal!” Beatrice joined in, screaming curses. She was so hysterical she just kept repeating the same insults over and over. Chloe, who had just completely twisted the truth, hid behind her father. Her eyes were calm, with a faint hint of smug apology. My mind went completely blank. My ears rang. “I’m telling the truth!” “If you don’t believe me, go look in her room! There’s a life-sized doll that looks exactly like me!” Chloe’s next words felt like a bucket of ice water poured over my head. “Mr. Miller forced me to buy that!” Maybe a long time passed, or maybe it was just a few seconds. I didn’t know. My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe, and my temples throbbed violently. So this was what it felt like to be falsely accused. The police arrived quickly. I told them I did absolutely nothing. Beatrice screamed at the officers, “What kind of girl would ruin her own reputation just to frame a man?!” Wasn’t that hilarious? Yes, hilariously tragic. It was just like the naive belief that “children don’t lie.” The logic was completely flawed. I pushed past the officer, rushed up to Chloe like a madman, grabbed her collar, and roared, “Tell them the truth! You are going to destroy me!” Within seconds, the police pulled me away, telling me to calm down and cooperate with the investigation. I thought that once the police got involved, things would get sorted out. But to my absolute horror, no matter what, Chloe stuck to her story: I forced her. Without solid physical evidence, the police had to let me go for the time being. “SHOCKING! High school teacher caught assaulting teenage influencer during home visit!” This kind of scandal didn’t need any algorithm push—it immediately went viral on Ins and TikTok. In less than two hours, I received a termination letter from the school. The school’s official YouTube channel also posted a video announcing my firing, and they didn’t even bother to blur my personal details. “You didn’t even investigate! You just threw my private information to the wolves!” “I am innocent!” No one listened. At that moment, I learned how quickly people will kick you when you’re down.

The video exploded. Countless people were tagging the local police department in the comments. I scrolled through the comments; they were filled with toxic abuse. My fiancée, Jessica, got the news. She called me immediately. I thought she knew my character and was calling to comfort me. But to my surprise, when I picked up, it wasn’t Jessica. It was her mother, Mrs. Davis. “I am so disappointed in you! I will never let my daughter marry a predator! We are returning the wedding deposit, and the ring is in the mail! This is Jessica’s decision too!” “I really misjudged you! How could you lay a hand on an eighteen-year-old student?!” “Mrs. Davis, please let me explain…” “You’re a monster!” “Click—” The call went dead. During the entire call, I didn’t even get to finish a single sentence. As soon as that call ended, my mother’s number popped up. She didn’t accuse me right away. She just asked if the news online was true. I had worked diligently for five years as an ordinary teacher. I never expected to become “famous” overnight in the worst possible way. “Mom, others might not know me, but you do!” “…Okay, sweetie. I believe you.” I heard muffled shouting on her end of the line. “Mom? Mom?” The shouting grew louder. Sensing something was terribly wrong, I decided to drive over to her house immediately. But as soon as I stepped out of my apartment, a man blocked my path and showed me his badge. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to see my mother. What, am I under house arrest now?” Officer Hudson shook his head. “I’m just doing my job, Mr. Miller.” It seemed the police were worried I would flee. I was furious, but I didn’t want to make things hard for him. So I proposed a compromise. “Then come with me. You can ride along. Is that okay?” Officer Hudson hesitated, saying he needed to check with his sergeant. In those few short minutes, I received the third piece of devastating news—my mother had collapsed from shock and was being rushed to the hospital. “What are you doing?!” Officer Hudson was still on the phone. Seeing me get into my car and start the engine, he quickly blocked the hood. “Calm down! You can’t leave right now!” “My mom is in the ER! She has a severe heart condition!” He hesitated, but he didn’t move. “Officer, please!” Tears finally spilled over. “Rules are meant to protect people, not kill them! My mother is dying!” Surprisingly, my desperate plea worked on Officer Hudson. Without waiting for his sergeant’s reply, he jumped into the passenger seat and buckled up. “Let’s go. I’m coming with you.” We were still too late. When I reached the hospital, the doctor told me my mother had passed away. She had missed the critical window for resuscitation. “What happened? She was fine! How did this happen?!” I grabbed a neighbor who had accompanied her, shaking him like a lunatic. “Get off me! Are you crazy?!” The neighbor shoved me away, straightening his shirt with a look of pure disgust. “Blame yourself! You’re the one who assaulted a student! You literally killed your own mother, you sick bastard!” “You shut your mouth!” Being insulted by the public, dumped by my fiancée, and now losing my mother—my mind snapped. I tackled him to the ground, pinning him down and punching him repeatedly like a rabid dog. If Officer Hudson hadn’t dragged me off, I might have actually killed him. Seeing my raw fury, the neighbor didn’t dare say another word. He just groaned from the floor, “You’re going to pay for this! I’m suing you!” A nurse quickly wheeled him away for an examination. The doctor sighed and looked at me. “I’m sorry. You should prepare for the funeral.” Three days later, at my mother’s funeral, I finally learned the truth from her best friend. Because the school had doxed me in their video, some extreme internet trolls had dug up my home address and tracked down my mother.

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On the rainy night my husband ran away with his boyfriend, I received a pregnancy notification from the clinic. My father-in-law, Arthur, dragged him back in a fury, forcing him to get down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness. “Chloe, I’m so sorry. I was just blind and confused.” “Please, think of our baby and forgive me.” I didn’t even bother to look at him. I just threw out one casual sentence that blew the entire house to pieces. “The baby isn’t even yours. What exactly are you apologizing for?” *** 【1】 My husband was cheating on me. I knew the old saying—people would excuse it as “just a mistake any man would make.” But this particular mistake? It was absolutely eyesearing. The moment I used the hotel key card to open the door and caught Ethan in the act, a pale, fragile-looking, naked man crawled out from under his bedsheet. His skin was covered in unmistakable pink marks. Ethan sat up in bed, looking utterly embarrassed. He glanced at the man, then at me, looking completely flustered. “Chloe… what are you doing here?” I crossed my arms and sneered at him and his male mistress. “What am I doing here? I came to watch the show, of course!” When my best friend, Maya, texted me saying she saw my husband checking into a hotel alone, I never in a million years expected his cheating partner to be a man. We had been married for three years, and our relationship had always been lukewarm, let alone having any kids. I had wanted a baby of our own so badly. But the weird thing was, Ethan never wanted to touch me. I used to constantly doubt my own attractiveness. I worked out, dieted, and stayed in shape, but none of it worked. And now I realized I had been wasting my time. Ethan was into men. I had spent three years being a beard for a closeted man! “Don’t get the wrong idea… we’re just co-workers. We had too much to drink last night and just shared a bed.” Co-workers? What kind of co-workers sleep naked in the same bed? Furious, I took a step forward. My hand flew up, wanting to slap them, but I didn’t even know who to hit first. Seeing my angry glare, the fragile young man’s eyes turned red. He bit his lower lip, clung tightly to my husband’s arm, and shrank behind him like a helpless puppy. “Ethan, your wife is so scary… I’m frightened…” “You knew he was married, and yet you still had the nerve to climb into his bed?” I held back my rage, clinging to my last shred of sanity. Ethan avoided my gaze guiltily, but his silence only made the male mistress bolder. “Hmph, you’re just his legal spouse.” “In a relationship, the one who isn’t loved is the real intruder!” The guy was sharp-tongued, but the way he clung to my husband like a spineless leech made my stomach turn. My stomach churned so hard that I ran out of the room to throw up. When I walked back to the doorway a moment later, Ethan hadn’t pushed him away. Instead, he was gently stroking the man’s hair. “It’s fine. Chloe isn’t the type to make a scene.” “As long as I apologize properly, she won’t tell anyone about this.” “Would you leave me for your wife?” the young man asked, tears welling in his eyes. “I have to stay with her so our relationship can remain safe, you silly boy,” Ethan cooed, playfully pinching the man’s nose. For three years, I had been the perfect, elegant, and supportive wife. We had treated each other with respect. In the eyes of outsiders, we were a model couple. But in his heart, I was just a trophy tool to show off. A “roommate” he didn’t love, used to cover up his secret relationship with his male darling! The fact that Ethan cheated on me with a man made me both furious and disgusted. No matter what, I was going to tell his parents. I wanted them to see exactly what kind of filthy things their pride-and-joy son was doing behind their backs. 【2】 Two hours later, a heavy storm hit the city. Thunder rumbled, and on the sofa, my parents-in-law’s faces were as dark as the storm clouds. The family owned a multimillion-dollar business and were highly respected in high society. Out of respect for our years of marriage, I hadn’t made a public scene. I had only told his parents. From their grim expressions, it was clear they hadn’t been fully sure of their son’s sexuality either. My father-in-law, Arthur, believed me immediately. But my mother-in-law, Eleanor, remained skeptical. “Didn’t Ethan say they were just co-workers sharing a room? Maybe they’re just really close!” “What could possibly happen between two men in a bed?” “Chloe, stop trying to ruin Ethan’s reputation with your malicious accusations!” Malicious? The image of Ethan and that man tangled up naked in bed flashed in my mind. My dear mother-in-law had always taken her son’s side since the day we got married. Even if I talked until my throat was dry, she wouldn’t believe a word. “Eleanor, when Ethan gets back, you can ask him yourself.” Time ticked by. I was getting sleepy. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Half an hour ago, Ethan’s card was used to purchase two tickets to Miami on a booking app. “Arthur, Eleanor, look. Is Ethan trying to run away with that man?” The older couple exchanged looks. Arthur quickly dialed Ethan’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. He was likely already on the plane. “I guess we’ll just have to wait until he comes back…” Eleanor tried to soften the tension. “Unbelievable! Just wait until he gets back, I’ll teach him a lesson!” Arthur clenched his fists tightly. The rain poured outside. My heart was colder than the rain. Three years of marriage couldn’t beat a few sweet words from a male mistress. Ethan must have run to another city to avoid the scandal, fearing I would blow his secret. Did he think he could just go and enjoy his life with his boyfriend? I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. I looked down and touched my belly. After a moment of thought, I forwarded the clinic’s pregnancy notification to Ethan’s Snapchat. “Don’t worry, Arthur, Eleanor. He will definitely come back.” Seven hours later, at 3:00 AM. Ethan rushed back into the house, looking exhausted but incredibly excited. Ignoring his father’s glare and his mother’s worried eyes, he reached out to hug me. I stepped back coldly, my face filled with disgust. “Don’t touch me. You make me sick.” As if he had made a major decision, he suddenly dropped to his knees. “Chloe, I’m so sorry!” “I was stupid! I shouldn’t have messed around with a man! Please, for the sake of our baby, forgive me!” Eleanor immediately tried to pull him up. “Ethan! Get up right now! Have some self-respect! Why are you kneeling?” Then she glared at me. “Chloe, just forgive him for the baby’s sake! It was just a stupid slip-up. Every guy goes through a phase!” I touched my belly and stood up, my eyes freezing cold. “What are you apologizing for? The baby isn’t even yours.” I did the math. Ethan and I hadn’t slept together in nearly a year. He didn’t care about me at all. He was too busy hovering around his little fairy boyfriend to remember such details. I delivered the shocking truth in the calmest voice possible. Ethan’s face instantly darkened. “Chloe, I swallowed my pride for you, and you dare to tell me you cheated on me? You’re pregnant with someone else’s child?” In less than five seconds, his guilt turned into pure rage. Double standards in marriage never changed. His cheating was “just a phase,” but my supposed affair was a “deadly sin.” Eleanor, who had always acted polite, didn’t care that I was pregnant. She rushed over and slapped me hard across the face. “You tramp! You’ve been sleeping around, and yet you dare to accuse my son of being gay to cover it up?” “Where did that bastard child in your belly come from?!” Before they even knew the truth, they were already calling me a tramp. Her voice was so shrill it hurt my ears. Before I could explain, Ethan slapped my other cheek from the left. “I asked you a question! Whose bastard child are you carrying?!” Just as the two of them were about to lung at me again, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang. My best friend, Maya, and a handsome young man rushed in. The man shielded me behind his back, while Maya quickly checked on me. “Are you okay? I’m sorry we’re late!” Though my face stung from the slaps, my stomach was starting to hurt. I grabbed Maya’s arm, signaling her to take me away. I didn’t want to stay in this disgusting house for another second. If I weren’t pregnant, I would have fought them both right then and there. “Oh, so your lover is here to rescue you?” Ethan sneered, locking the door, his eyes burning with jealousy. He obviously thought this young man was the father of my baby. The man was younger and much more handsome than Ethan. Fueled by jealousy, Ethan swung a fist at his face. The young man calmly blocked the punch and shoved Ethan back, sending him stumbling. “You!” Ethan fell miserably to the floor. Before we left, the young man looked down at him and mocked: “What a loser. You couldn’t even keep your own wife.” 【3】 On the drive back, Maya cursed Ethan out completely. “He looked like such a decent guy! How could he cheat on you with a man? That is so disgusting!” Logan, her college athlete brother, was also fuming. “Exactly! What a pathetic excuse for a man! Who hits their pregnant wife?!” Only then did I realize Logan was Maya’s younger brother, five years younger than her. I felt terrible that Maya’s family had to be dragged into my messy divorce drama on our very first meeting. “I’m sorry, Logan. You shouldn’t have to deal with this trash.” Logan shook his head, still angry. “My sister’s friend is my sister too!” “Chloe, my college is right around the corner. If that jerk or his boyfriend ever bothers you again, I’ll knock them out in a second!” My stomach was still hurting, but hearing them defend me warmed my heart. Maya touched my forehead and then checked my pulse. As a medical PhD, she was acting like a traditional doctor out of panic. “No, this pregnancy was too hard to get. And that bastard got you too stressed out. We need to go to the hospital right now.” The hospital was nearly empty in the early hours of the morning. As I sat on the bench waiting, trying to figure out how to get a quick divorce, a familiar figure caught my eye. Maya had gone to find a doctor she knew, and Logan was yawning next to me. Seeing me stare, his eyes followed my gaze. “Chloe, what are you looking at?” Standing right in front of the dermatology and STD clinic was the same guy I had caught with my husband! He was looking around nervously, terrified of being recognized. “Is that the guy?” Logan rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight. “That little punk. Let me go teach him a lesson.” I held the hot-headed college kid back, secretly taking out my phone to snap a photo. “Wait for Maya. We don’t even know what he’s here for yet.” Fortunately, after a series of checks, my baby was fine. Maya breathed a sigh of relief, and she and Logan helped me out of the department. Just as the three of us were about to leave the lobby, a mocking, high-pitched voice came from behind us. “Oh, looking so precious. Are you carrying some royal heir or something?” Well, I tried to ignore him, but he just had to parade himself right in front of me. Looking at the heavily made-up, flashy man, Maya’s grip on my arm tightened. “Who even are you? Do we know you?” “Oh, whether you know me…” He slowly paced around us. “You don’t know me, but I happen to know a cheating tramp who is sleeping around behind her husband’s back. And she’s standing right next to you!” Ethan must have told him about my pregnancy. My chest rose and fell with anger. A homewrecker who ruined my marriage had the nerve to stand there and judge me. But I was pregnant. This baby was precious. I couldn’t lose my temper… “You!” Maya was about to scream at him, but I dragged her back. “Let’s just go. It’s not worth it.” Unfortunately, I could only hold back one of them. “Stop lying through your teeth!” Logan, being hot-headed, couldn’t stand hearing the guy insult me. Before Maya or I could stop him, he lunged forward and landed a solid punch right on Julian’s face. Julian collapsed to the floor and immediately began to wail. “Help! Someone help! The lover and the cheating wife are beating people up!” He cried dramatically, pointing his finger at me. “This woman cheated on her husband, got pregnant by her lover, and came here for a checkup! Look at her, everyone!” It was morning now, and the hospital lobby was packed with patients and visitors. His dramatic scene and loud, piercing voice quickly drew a crowd. “Oh my gosh, how shameless.” “Yeah, that young guy looks so handsome, why is he messing with a married woman?” “Society is really going downhill!”

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On our first wedding anniversary, my husband, Julian Carter, was two hours late. I noticed a prominent, dark red stain on his collar. It wasn’t wine. It was cheap chili sauce. I knew immediately. The woman he had been obsessed with for years was back. Faced with my cold, questioning gaze, Julian ripped off his tie in frustration. “Audrey, I know exactly what you’re going to say. Can’t you just let me breathe for once?!” I slowly took off my wedding ring and placed it on the table. If he wanted to breathe, I was about to give him all the space in the world. Seeing my reaction, Julian let out an impatient sigh. “Audrey, it’s just a dinner. Why do you have to be so uptight every single day?” “Look at you. From head to toe, every single strand of your hair looks like it took hours of effort!” “You’re perfect. Flawless. I can’t find a single thing wrong with you!” “But it’s exhausting for me!” I hadn’t said a single word. One look from me was all it took to trigger his defensive rant. I looked down at my haute couture dress. He had probably forgotten that today wasn’t just our anniversary—it was also the day of the contract signing with Apex Enterprises. I had reminded him days ago. But he forgot. I stood up. “Julian, save your energy for the board of directors.” “Since I’m so exhausting, I’ll set you free. Go to Chloe. I won’t stand in your way.” My words stunned him. Then, his face flushed with anger. “Audrey! Are you seriously doing this just because I was late for dinner?!” “No. I’m doing this because your absence cost us the Apex Enterprises contract. Their representatives pulled out of the deal.” “Are you satisfied now?” Julian’s face went completely pale. Finally, it registered. He remembered what today was. “I…” He stepped forward, trying to wrap his arms around me. I took two steps back, avoiding his touch. “I’m tired. Do whatever you want.” I left my wedding ring on the table and walked away. After changing into comfortable clothes, I rubbed my temples. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a FaceTime call from my dad. “Julian isn’t home tonight? You’ve only been married for a year, Audrey. What is going on?” “Dad, it was just a strategic marriage. Did you really expect him to love me? I’ve already arranged for the Apex representatives to stay at our hotel. Since Julian’s family blew the deal, we will take it over entirely.” My dad immediately understood the play. His voice softened. “Good. I’ll make the calls. Get some rest.” Right after I hung up, Julian walked into the bedroom. The mattress sank beside me, and his hands wrapped around my waist. “Babe, I’m sorry. Today was my fault.” His hands started wandering under my shirt. I pushed him away coldly. “Julian, I’m tired.” I turned my back to him. His hands froze, and his voice dipped into irritation. “Okay, that’s enough!” “Audrey, I literally just had one casual dinner. I’ll go talk to the people at Apex tomorrow morning. There’s no need to give me the cold shoulder!” “You always act like a lifeless block of wood!” He slammed the door as he stormed out. I looked at the Snapchat message from my assistant showing the signed, finalized contract with Apex in our family’s favor. I smiled. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, the deal would already be dead and buried for him. I closed my eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep. The next morning, Julian got rejected at the Apex headquarters. Out of the blue, he asked me out for lunch. Coincidentally, I wanted to talk about the divorce, so I accepted. As I walked up to the private dining room at the restaurant, I heard a high-pitched, giggling voice from inside. “Oh my god, why do you only eat this fancy, boring stuff? I want glazed donuts and a cheap Starbucks frappuccino with extra syrup!” “Julian, you should try it. Don’t be so uptight!” “I seriously can’t stand how tense you high-society people are all the time!” “But now that I’m here, is Audrey going to be mad?” Julian sneered. “Order whatever you want. Audrey is like a robot. Just looking at her is exhausting.” “It’s so much easier being around you.” “Right? I told you so! She must have thrown a fit when you didn’t go home last night. Did she finally show some real human emotion?” So, last night was intentional. I pushed the door open, and the room instantly fell dead silent. Beside Julian and Chloe, a few of Julian’s wealthy friends were sitting at the table. Seeing me enter, they quickly tried to break the awkward tension. “Hey, Audrey! You’re here!” “Come sit, we were just waiting for you.” I nodded politely and sat next to Julian. Chloe was sitting right on his left. When Chloe looked at me, a smug gleam flashed in her eyes. She exchanged a knowing look with Julian and giggled behind her hand. “Is something funny?” I asked, looking directly at her.

Chloe’s eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Audrey, I’m so sorry. I just… I thought it was a bit funny how you wore full makeup and a designer dress just for a casual lunch. You look so out of place with us.” “But I get it. You come from a prestigious family. You’ve been pampered your whole life.” “It’s my fault for laughing.” Julian immediately jumped to her defense, glaring at me. “Audrey, you’re always so extra. Can’t you just relax for once when you eat with me?” I let out a soft laugh. “I just came straight from the airport. I was sending off the board of directors from Apex Enterprises. Tell me, Julian, what should I have worn to meet our multi-million dollar clients?” Julian’s face instantly crumbled. His friends quickly tried to smooth things over. “Hey, Audrey dressed up to look good for you, Julian!” “Yeah, she looks stunning. Don’t take her for granted, man.” “Exactly. My mom has been married to my dad for thirty years, and I’ve never even seen her without makeup!” Chloe let out a sharp chuckle. “Isn’t that basically wearing a mask? How exhausting!” “Unlike me. Sometimes I’m just too busy to care about looks. I’ll just throw on a random T-shirt and shorts and walk out the door!” Her desperate attempt to put me down to lift herself up was pathetic. I looked at her “no-makeup” makeup look, which clearly took her at least an hour to perfect, and smiled without saying a word. Julian cleared his throat nervously. “Anyway, let’s order! I got the Chilean sea bass specially for you, Audrey. And some King Crab.” I nodded, picked up my fork, and took a bite. The flavor was decent. Julian had the waiters crack open the King Crab, and they began peeling it for me at the side of the table. Chloe raised an eyebrow. “You guys eat so primly. Seafood is supposed to be eaten with your bare hands! That’s the only way it tastes good.” “Just like last night. We had a greasy crawfish boil, and the juice was dripping everywhere!” She suddenly gasped, covering her mouth in mock horror. She looked at me cautiously. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Audrey. We were having so much fun last night that I completely forgot it was your anniversary.” “I told Julian he should go back, but he insisted on staying. That’s why we wanted to treat you to lunch today.” “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted Julian to relax a bit.” I set my fork down and gave her a bright, sweet smile. “Actually, I should thank you. Because of your little distraction, Julian’s family lost a contract worth over fifty million dollars. Conveniently, my family took over the deal.” Julian’s face went from pale to a dark, furious red. Chloe looked utterly lost. She shrieked, “Fifty million?! But you two are married! Why are you talking about ‘your family’ and ‘his family’ like you’re rivals?” “Even though we’re married, my money is mine, and his is his. We signed a very strict prenuptial agreement.” “I don’t expect you to understand. After all, you’re just the housekeeper’s daughter. You probably don’t know that in old-money families, prenups are mandatory.” “We never show mercy to gold-diggers who try to climb into high society.” “Right, Julian?” Julian slammed his hand on the table, his face twisted in rage. “Enough! Have you said enough?!” “Yes! I didn’t want to spend our anniversary with you! That’s why I stayed out last night!” “You think you’re so superior, but you just got lucky with your birth. Stop talking down to people!” I nodded calmly. “You’re right. Reincarnation is a skill, and her luck just wasn’t very good.” Chloe burst into tears. “Audrey…” “Don’t call me Audrey like we’re friends. I’m an only child.” Chloe’s face flushed red, then pale. Finally, she choked out, “Ms. Sterling, you don’t have to look down on me. Julian isn’t happy with you at all! Did you know he called me on your wedding night? We talked on the phone the entire night!”

So that was the truth. I looked at Julian. On our wedding night, he had claimed he was too drunk and slept in the guest room, leaving me alone in the master suite. Turns out, he was busy pouring his heart out to Chloe. I smiled. “And yet, I’m still the one sitting in the seat of Mrs. Carter.” “If you’re so capable, why don’t you get Julian to divorce me?” “Audrey!” Julian roared. The rest of the table looked incredibly uncomfortable, not knowing where to look. Julian grabbed Chloe’s hand. “We’re leaving. You don’t need to apologize to her!” He dragged Chloe out of the room. As she passed me, she shot me a smug, triumphant look. The others stood up one by one, making quick excuses to slip away. Julian’s best friend, Tyler, stopped by the door and looked back at me. “Audrey, can’t you just swallow your pride for once?” “Julian is a man. He always tells us how suffocating it is to be with you!” I looked up at him coldly. “You have a lot of opinions for someone whose father is currently dealing with three secret illegitimate children trying to sue for their inheritance. Focus on your own burning house, Tyler.” Tyler’s face turned bright red, and he slammed the door on his way out. Only the waiter and I were left in the VIP room. The waiter looked terrified. I said calmly, “Please finish peeling the rest of the crab for me.” They didn’t want to eat, but I certainly did. After a peaceful, expensive meal, I drove straight to my parents’ house. When they saw me walk in at this hour, they were surprised. “Dad, Mom, I’m divorcing Julian.” “Is this because of the Apex contract? Surely it’s not that serious,” my dad said, surprised. “It is. I handled the Apex deal from start to finish. Julian ruined it, and we had to clean up his mess. His mother even had the audacity to suggest I hand the contract back to them to save face. Why should I?” I handed my phone to my dad. On the way over, Victoria, my mother-in-law, had sent me a long paragraph on Snapchat, telling me that I had handled the Apex situation ‘unprofessionally’ and that I needed to come to the family estate tonight to apologize to Julian’s father. My dad’s face darkened as he read the message. “Charles Carter has gone too far!” I added fuel to the fire. “Chloe, their former housekeeper’s daughter, is back. They were together last night. They’ve been sleeping together the entire year of our marriage. Dad, the Carters scammed us into this marriage.” Initially, Julian’s parents had talked a big game about how our families were a perfect match and how a merger would help us secure the massive Vanguard Group contract. Once the papers were signed, the cooperation went smoothly. But at that time, my family had already done the heavy lifting, and we only partnered with the Carters because of a temporary cash flow issue. Now that the profits were secured, they were turning on us. Since that was the case, I was done with them. My parents stayed silent for a moment before agreeing. My mom looked at me gently. “Marriage is a big deal, Audrey. Just make sure you’ve thought this through. There’s no guarantee the next man won’t be the same.” I took a deep breath. Julian was the one who made a mistake, not me. My only concern now was protecting my assets. I hired the best divorce attorney in the city and began the asset division process. Since our families’ businesses were deeply intertwined, it was going to take some time. But I never expected Julian to be so utterly shameless. He actually brought Chloe into our home. When I opened the front door of our penthouse, I saw a pair of dirty sneakers kicked carelessly onto the hardwood floor of the entryway. Chloe was lounging on the velvet sofa, her bare feet draped over Julian’s lap as she played a mobile game. She had a lollipop in her mouth. “Julian, save me! You’re so bad at this!” Julian laughed, playfully swatting her foot. The marble coffee table was covered in empty chips and fast-food wrappers. I shook my head. Julian could ruin his own life, but I was going to live mine with class. I walked in, my heels clicking loudly against the tile. Julian jumped up as soon as he saw me. “You… what are you doing here?!” I let out a cold laugh. “Why? Am I interrupting your domestic bliss?” “No… didn’t my mom tell you to go to the family estate?” “That’s your mother. Go explain your mess to her yourself.” I signaled the bodyguards I had brought with me. “Go upstairs and pack all of my things.” Julian froze. “Audrey, what is the meaning of this?” “Chloe just got back and has nowhere to stay. I’m letting her crash here for a couple of days. Is there any need to act like this?!” I stared at him. “Julian, I’m moving out so you two can live together openly. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “What do you mean?” “I’m divorcing you, Julian. I’m done.”

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My intern, Chloe Jenkins, used a ghost-mirroring hack on my bank account. No matter how much money I saved, my balance would always magically drop to exactly $50. In my past life, my ultimate dream was to buy a condo near our office in Manhattan. I worked myself to the bone until I finally saved up $50,000 for the down payment. But when I swiped my card at the leasing office, the sales agent gave me a pitying look. “Declined. Insufficient funds.” I checked my transaction history, argued with the bank, and even went to the police. But everyone treated me like I was insane. Because on paper, my bank statement showed every single purchase clear as day. But I had never made those luxury purchases! I was living on instant ramen! I called my parents back in Ohio, sobbing, only to get a cold scolding in return. “Ava, are you seriously making up stories to cover up your reckless spending?” “What a ridiculous lie! If you need money, just ask. You don’t have to invent a sci-fi conspiracy theory.” When I told my colleagues, some of the toxic male agents in our office looked at my statements and started snickering. “Wow, Ava spends thousands at high-end hotel bars at 2 AM. That’s exactly what it costs to hire a hot male escort for the night!” No matter how much I explained, the gossip only grew. I posted my story anonymously on Twitter, but the comments ridiculed me, calling me a clout-chaser trying to set up a scam. Only one anonymous user left a serious comment: “Watch the people around you. See if anyone’s lifestyle matches your leaked bills.” I started watching. Sure enough, I noticed our new intern, Chloe Jenkins. Every time she bought something, a notification popped up on my phone showing a deduction of the exact same amount. Even when she ordered a Starbucks drink, my card was charged instantly. Once I was sure, I confronted her. She just laughed in my face, calling me a crazy, broke loser who was jealous of her lifestyle. She even rallied the rest of the office against me, painting me as a manic stalker, and successfully had me committed to a psychiatric facility. I spent two agonizing years in that mental ward. Unable to take the torture anymore, I finally found a chance to escape and threw myself into the Hudson River. But when I opened my eyes again… I was back. Back to the day before I was supposed to sign the papers for my new condo.

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was open my banking app. Unsurprisingly, my balance was exactly $50. I quickly pieced my thoughts together. At this moment, my hard-earned money had already been transferred to Chloe’s card through whatever sick method she was using. I wanted to rip her throat out. But in my past life, after my suicide, I saw my parents’ hair turn white overnight with grief. I regretted it instantly. If I acted impulsively like before, I would only ruin my life again. Just then, my manager, Sarah Miller, called me over. “Ava, this new listing is a tough nut to crack, but the commission is a sweet five grand! Don’t say I never look out for you!” My throat tightened. I swallowed hard, almost on instinct. Five thousand dollars. That was enough to cover my Manhattan rent and leave me with plenty of pocket money. But I forced myself to shake my head. “Thanks, Sarah. But for the next month, I’m taking a break from taking new clients.” Ignoring Sarah’s bewildered expression, I turned and walked out of her glass office. The office partitions were thin, and everyone outside had already heard. Instantly, whispers erupted. “Isn’t Ava Vance the top sales agent in the whole company? They call her the ‘Deal Machine.’ Why is she turning down a client?” “Not just today. Didn’t you hear her? She’s taking a whole month off!” Ignoring the gossip, I pulled out my phone, opened UberEats, and ordered the largest iced Americano. It wiped out the last $50 from my account. In my past life, I wouldn’t even spend $4 on gas station coffee. To survive in a cutthroat city like New York, I had practically chained my life to my desk. I worked until 3 AM making cold calls, got up before dawn, and squeezed myself into the subway like a canned sardine for a two-hour commute just to clock in on time. One minute late meant a $50 deduction. That was my food budget for an entire week. My dream was to own a home near the office, even if it was just a tiny 300-square-foot studio. Every month when my commission hit, I kept only $300 for basic groceries. The rest went straight into my savings. Yet, the $50,000 I nearly died saving had ended up in someone else’s designer bag! Right then, the glass doors of the office were pushed open. “Hey guys! Lunch is on me today!” Chloe’s loud, obnoxious voice echoed through the room. Her face was glowing, and she was flaunting a brand-new Chanel handbag, looking like a trailer-trash lottery winner trying to act rich. “We’re going to the Grand Imperial Hotel! Order whatever you want!” The office erupted. Colleagues swarmed her instantly. “Chloe! Did you hit the jackpot?” “Did you find yourself a sugar daddy?” I didn’t move. I just sipped my coffee, my eyes cold as ice, staring at her. Because I knew she was spending my money. Surrounded by the crowd, Chloe waved her hands in mock modesty. “Oh, stop it! I just bought a scratch-off ticket the other day and hit a small prize.” Someone immediately nudged her. “How much did you win?”

Chloe shot a glance at me, a smug smirk playing on her lips. “Not much,” she said casually. “Just around fifty grand.” A collective gasp echoed through the office. Fifty thousand dollars was a massive sum for us 9-to-5 corporate drones. But I noticed that ever since Chloe walked in, her eyes kept darting back to me. She was watching me. Like an scientist observing a lab rat. She was waiting to see if I had discovered that my bank account was completely drained. I clamped down on the raging hatred inside me, forcing down the urge to scream at her. Not yet. I couldn’t startle the snake before I had the trap ready. I stood up, pasting on a perfect, polite smile that looked exactly like genuine envy. “Congratulations, Chloe! You’ve got to let some of that luck rub off on me.” Seeing how normal I acted, a flash of surprise crossed Chloe’s eyes, followed by a subtle, relieved sigh. She probably thought I was still clueless about my empty bank account. As lunchtime approached, Mia, who sat next to me, leaned over. “Ava, didn’t you say you’d saved enough for a down payment? When are we going to see the condo? I’ll go with you.” At the mention of the condo, my fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms. But I quickly relaxed them, keeping my expression breezy. “No rush,” I said. “I lost my ID card a couple of days ago, and the DMV is taking forever to mail the replacement. Plus, the housing market is fluctuating. I’ll wait and see.” The moment the words left my mouth, I felt that burning gaze on me again. It was Chloe. She was staring, a hint of glee slipping into her eyes. Chloe was an intern who had only joined two months ago. At five-foot-three and nearly two hundred pounds, she had average looks and the worst sales record in the department. In our luxury real estate agency, where looks and sales charts determined your survival, she should have been at the very bottom of the food chain. Yet, in my past life, she took my $50,000, got full-body liposuction, and underwent extensive plastic surgery. She transformed herself into a wealthy, gorgeous IT-girl overnight. Then, she used my money to bribe our coworkers, teamed up with a few male agents, and had me thrown into an asylum under the guise that I had “lost my mind.” Thinking of the two years of torture in that hospital, I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart. At noon, Chloe took us to the Grand Imperial Hotel. She grandly announced we could order whatever we wanted. I didn’t hold back. I flipped the menu straight to the most expensive pages. “We’ll have the Alaskan King Crab, the largest one you have.” “The bluefin tuna sashimi platter.” “And the wagyu ribeye.” With every dish I ordered, our colleagues’ eyes widened. Mia gently tugged my sleeve. “Ava… isn’t this a bit too much? It’s so expensive.” I smiled at her and said nothing. I was spending my own money. How could it be a waste? Chloe’s cheek twitched, but with everyone watching, she had to keep up her rich-girl act. “It’s fine! Ava is our top agent, she works so hard. She deserves a good meal to recharge!” She smiled brightly, though her eyes were twitching. “After all, you need to keep working hard to bring in more sales for our team!” Before I could reply, a coworker nearby chimed in. “Oh, Chloe, you weren’t here this morning. Ava told Sarah she’s taking a break. She’s not taking any new listings for the next month.” The air in the room instantly froze. I slowly wiped my mouth with a silk napkin and looked up at Chloe. The smile on her face stiffened, cracking inch by inch. “What did you say?” She stared at me, her voice rising to a sharp, hysterical pitch. “Ava, why are you taking a break?” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I met Chloe’s furious, panicked gaze and let my lips curl into a slow smile. “I’m taking a break. Why are you so worked up about it?” The surrounding colleagues looked back and forth between us, their eyes gleaming with gossip. “Yeah, Chloe,” Mia couldn’t help but speak up. “Ava isn’t even worried. Why are you reacting so strongly?” “Seriously. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the one losing the commissions.” The whispers acted like a bucket of cold water, snapping Chloe out of her panic. The ugly snarl on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a look of deep, fake concern. “I… I’m just worried for Ava!” She raised her voice, trying to sound sincere. “Didn’t she say she was just a few sales away from her down payment? The units at Brookside Luxury are selling out fast! If she stops now, she’ll lose so much money! I’m just feeling terrible for her!” She looked like she was about to cry. It was an Oscar-worthy performance. I chuckled. “I’m just tired. I want to rest.” I casually picked up a piece of king crab, slowly cracking the shell. “Besides,” I paused, looking up at her with an innocent expression, “didn’t you just win the lottery? Fifty thousand dollars is a lot. If I’m really short on my down payment… surely you wouldn’t mind lending me some, right?” The air froze again. Every eye in the room locked onto Chloe. The color drained from her face, leaving her ghostly pale. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a single word. I popped the sweet crab meat into my mouth and added casually, “Our Chloe is so generous. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, right?” Trapped under the weight of everyone’s gaze, she practically squeezed the words out of her throat. “Of… of course.” Fearing I would actually ask for the cash right there, she quickly added, “But, I didn’t win “that” much. It’s… it’s just some pocket money.” I glanced at her brand-new Celine dress, the limited-edition Chanel bag on her chair, and the lavish feast on the table that cost more than a normal person’s monthly rent. Indeed. My $50,000 wouldn’t last her more than a few weeks at this rate. I thoroughly enjoyed that lunch. Before we left, I had the waiter pack up the untouched king crab and wagyu beef. A few colleagues whispered behind my back. “Oh my god, packing up leftovers at a celebratory lunch? That is so tacky.” “Right? Acted like she’s never eaten real food before. How embarrassing.” I heard them but didn’t care. I just turned to Chloe with a sweet smile. “Chloe, thank you so much for the treat. It would be a crime to waste such good food. You don’t mind if I take it home, do you?” Chloe’s face looked like a rotten eggplant. But in front of everyone, she could only grit her teeth and nod. “No… I don’t mind.” Back at the office, I casually placed the takeout boxes into the communal fridge, completely ignoring the judgmental looks of my coworkers. In the afternoon, I knocked on the door of the finance office. “Brenda, I need to request an emergency cash advance from the company’s petty cash fund.” Brenda looked up from her computer. “Company policy says the manager needs to sign off on it, and all payments are normally processed through direct deposit at the end of the month.” I handed her a pre-signed form. “Sarah already approved it.” “And I don’t want a direct deposit.” “I need cash.” If my money got sucked out of my bank account like a ghost, then I would just use physical cash. Let’s see her transfer paper bills. An hour later, I walked back to my desk with a thick envelope of cash. It was my base salary and part of last month’s commission—$15,000. I stuffed the envelope into the deepest, zippered compartment of my tote bag. In my past life, my descent into hell started with that stolen $50,000. In this life, I would claw my way back starting with this $15,000. But I hadn’t even warmed up my seat for five minutes. My right eyelid began to twitch violently. Thump. Thump. Thump. It grew more intense by the second. A wave of dread washed over me. I quickly unzipped my bag and reached into the inner compartment— Empty! The envelope was still there, but the thick stack of bills was gone! My blood ran cold. The hair on my arms stood up. I hadn’t realized that Chloe’s deposit transfer trick was completely unrestricted by physical distance! Was she trying to cut off all my lifelines? I looked over at Chloe’s desk. A flash of triumphant glee was written all over her face. I clenched my fists. Fortunately, I had already prepared a counter-strategy.

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My sister, Foster, dragged me into her friends’ “Blind Box Dating Game.” I ended up drawing the name of the scholarship kid, Brooks. Immediately, someone gasped. “Oh, Brooks! Orphaned, raised by his sick grandma who collects trash to pay his tuition. Yet, he’s somehow always at the top of the class!” “Christy, if you can make him fall for you and then crush his heart, the satisfaction will be insane!” Pretend to fall in love with a poor guy, win his heart, and then dump him in the most humiliating way possible. They had already ruined countless people using this cruel game. Seeing my hesitation, Foster grabbed my hand tightly. “Christy, you were kidnapped for fifteen years. You finally made it back to our family.” “The only way to fit into high society and get Mom and Dad’s approval is to play along with us.” I grit my teeth and agreed, starting my approach to Brooks. Little did they know, I was playing them. I knew I was the real target. Foster had already set it up with Brooks. She wanted him to dump me first right before the one-month mark. She wanted me to be dumped by a poor kid, making me the ultimate laughingstock of the prep school. But she didn’t know that Brooks wasn’t poor. He was playing broke to test Foster—his wealthy fiancée.

“Foster, did Brooks agree?” “Why wouldn’t he? That idiot spent a whole month’s food money just to buy me a gift. I told him if he listens to me and plays along with Christy, I’ll give him a shot.” “Ugh, a girl like you is way out of his league. He’s getting a steal!” “A steal? Once Christy is ruined, he’s next…” I hid in the bathroom stall for twenty minutes. After Foster left with her friends, I picked a gemstone necklace out of the trash bin. Foster thought it was a cheap fake. But I remembered working at the mall before the school year started. Brooks, who had just returned from studying abroad, walked in once, and the shop owners treated him like royalty. “Tell everyone I’m just a poor student on financial aid. Nobody reveals my identity.” “If Foster is as shallow as they say, I won’t force myself into this arranged marriage just for old times’ sake…” He was a great actor. Foster hired bullies to mess with him at his part-time job, even slapping him hard. Yet, he took it, apologizing with lowered eyes, looking humiliated and desperate. I stepped in to defend him. Foster’s lackey gave a signal, and the bully grabbed me, his foul-smelling face leaning in: “Oh, you feel bad for him? If you want me to let him go, how about you hang out with me and have a few drinks?” His hand grabbed my waist, sliding upward. This was not in the plan. I froze, my mind going blank, panic setting in. Suddenly, Brooks pulled me behind him, shielding me, coughing heavily. The restaurant staff quickly appeared and restrained the bully. Brooks pulled me outside. “Why did you help me?” I had my lines ready: “I couldn’t just stand by and watch someone get bullied.” Foster told me poor, delusional guys fall hard for the “damsel in distress” savior trope. Brooks smiled. “Thank you. Can I have your Snapchat?” “Everyone else looks down on me. They just want to see me fail. You’re the only one who helped.” Then he offered to walk me home. I figured Foster gave him that line. But I didn’t get it. Brooks knew what Foster was like. Why was he playing along? I got my answer soon enough. I didn’t go inside when we reached my house. I hid and watched. A private driver pulled up to pick Brooks up. The driver asked him: “Sir, Foster treats you like dirt. Why do you still bother?” Brooks smirked. “She has no morals, but she has ambition.” “If she can use this game to ruin Christy’s image in front of her parents and take the entire inheritance…” “I might actually give her a business partnership.” “As for Christy, she walked right into the trap without a clue. She’s stupid but kind of entertaining. Since I’m on break, I might as well play along.” I scoffed silently. None of them were good people.

On the track field, Brooks was being humiliated. That’s the price of playing poor at a prep school. Someone stomped on his breakfast. His blood sugar crashed, and he collapsed on the ground, dizzy. Foster didn’t start it, but she stood by, watching the show. Brooks instinctively looked at her for help. She only sneered. “Why are you looking at Foster? She’s already engaged.” “Her fiancé is the only son of the Russells—the richest family in Virginia. Who do you think you are?” “I heard this trash tried to give Foster a gift. How did he even dare?” Foster stayed cold. I stepped forward and helped him up. Foster’s minion immediately seized the chance to mock me: “Look at that! Trash belongs with trash.” “Did you guys know? Christy might be Foster’s sister, but she was kidnapped and raised in some trailer park for fifteen years.” “She’s just as low-class as Brooks. She barely even finished middle school.” “No wonder her grades are always the worst. She’s a total loser…” This wasn’t part of the script. I didn’t need to get humiliated, and Brooks looked surprised. I ignored the laughter, pulled out a homemade bagel, and fed it to him to raise his blood sugar. The crowd laughed harder. “Foster, doesn’t she live with you? Why is she eating pig food?” Foster smiled. “She just came home. She’s probably not used to our lifestyle.” That was a lie. She was pampered by our parents. I was missing for fifteen years. Even after I returned, my parents looked at me with disgust and resentment. Foster convinced them that I’d go bad if I had money, so they cut off my allowance. The maids only cooked for Foster. I had to make my own meals. “Try it, it’s good. I’ve been cooking for myself since I was a kid.” Brooks took a bite, then wolfed it down, slowly regaining his strength. The crowd dispersed, leaving only me. A strange look crossed his eyes. “Thanks…” Since Foster hadn’t scripted this, he didn’t know what to say. I wiped the dirt off his face. “Don’t worry about it. Hey, could you tutor me?” I looked up at him, locking eyes. The sunlight framed his handsome face, his eyes swirling with complex emotions. After a long pause, he asked in a low, husky voice, “Are you approaching me on purpose?” I nodded. “Yes.” “Actually, I’m supposed to get close to you and make you fall in love with me.” “And then, once you love me, I’m supposed to dump you, ruin your grades, and destroy you.” “It’s a game Foster and her friends play. They forced me to join. You’re the target.” Brooks cleared his throat, looking away. “Then… why are you telling me this?” “Aren’t you afraid of failing the game and being rejected by Foster?” I shook my head. “I don’t care.” “She’s terrified I’ll steal her inheritance and her parents’ love. She’ll never accept me anyway.” “My parents listen to her. They won’t give me money for tutoring, and without it, I can’t catch up or apply to a good college.” “So I need you, Brooks. Tutor me.” “We are the same.” “We have no one to rely on. We have to fight for our own future.” Then, I saw Brooks smile. It was a genuine, appreciative smile, like he had just found a hidden treasure. “Okay. I’ll tutor you. Let’s do this together.” I smiled back. In the future, whoever wins Brooks wins the Russell empire.

Foster was thrilled with our progress, so she stopped setting up scenes. As she wished, I spent all my free time alone with Brooks in the classroom. Brooks was brilliant. Concepts that seemed impossible to me, things the teachers explained a hundred times, he could break down in seconds. Of course, sometimes he teased me for being slow, tapping my head and joking that I was giving him a headache. I’d look up at him, pout, and see him framed by the window. The golden hour light hit his face, highlighting his perfect features. I stared. His breath hitched. We both quickly looked away, pretending nothing happened, just like the times our hands accidentally brushed. Two weeks flew by. My midterm grades skyrocketed, almost catching up to Foster’s. She started getting anxious. “You nerd! I told you to seduce Brooks, not do homework with him!” “How is he going to fall in love with you if you’re just studying?” “How are we going to ruin him after the breakup? Where is the fun in that?” “Take him to the mall this weekend!” “Buy him a watch or some sneakers. That’s how you hook him. Got it?” I remembered overhearing Foster asking our parents to take her shopping this weekend. I realized what she was planning and agreed. Besides, Brooks’s birthday was coming up, and I wanted to get him something. When I went to find him, I overheard him on the phone with Foster. Foster’s voice was demanding: “You know what to do if you run into my parents, right?” “Act close with Christy. Make it look like you’ve already slept together…” After he hung up, disgust flashed in his eyes. I waited a moment before walking in to invite him to the mall. Brooks asked, “I thought you said your parents don’t give you money?” I smiled. “I have my ways.” That weekend, I took Brooks to a flea market first. I pulled out the gemstone necklace he had given Foster. His face darkened. “Where did you get that?” “Foster threw it in the trash. I liked it, so I kept it.” “It looks expensive. Honestly, I don’t want to sell it. But Brooks—” The weather was getting cold, and he was still wearing a thin, worn-out jacket. I touched his hand, my eyes filled with concern. “Your hands are always freezing. I want you to be warm.” His breath hitched. I could feel something shifting in his eyes. He slowly leaned in, closer and closer. Just when I could hear his heartbeat, a hand snatched the necklace. “Looks nice. How about $300?” “You kids look poor, this probably isn’t even yours. $300 is a steal.” Brooks grit his teeth. “You bastard, that’s my—” He stopped himself. I haggled with the customer. “$566.” “$566? Why such an odd number? $400 max!” I stood firm. “$566. Not a penny less.” Because the coat I wanted to buy Brooks was exactly $566. Seeing the price tag on the coat later, Brooks’s eyes turned slightly red. “Christy, you…” I cut him off, wrapping the coat around him. “Happy birthday, Brooks.” Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. I struggled weakly, then let myself melt into his embrace. The warm moment was shattered by a sharp voice behind us. “Christy! What do you think you’re doing?”

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On my last business trip, I stayed near the client’s office to rush a project. The hotel went over the company budget by a measly eighty dollars. During reimbursement, my boss, Marcus, pointed his finger right at my nose. He screamed at me for having “no sense of cost awareness.” Not only did he refuse to cover the eighty dollars, but he also docked my two-thousand-dollar quarterly bonus as a penalty. He lectured me with a heavy, patronizing sigh: “Rules are rules, Chloe. Young people need to learn respect and compliance.” I smiled, nodded, and sincerely apologized for my “mistake.” A few days later, I was sent back to that same city for an emergency follow-up. This time, I followed company policy to the absolute letter. When I got back, Marcus looked at my expense report. His face turned completely green. He demanded to know why my three-day hotel stay cost the company $7,936. I said, “Company policy states the daily lodging rate cannot exceed $300.” Marcus frowned. “And?” I answered calmly: “So, I had to take an Uber to another city to find a hotel for $299. Out of that $7,936, about $7,338 went toward the round-trip Uber rides.”

The expense report slapped against my face, leaving a stinging red mark. “Chloe, do you think this company prints money?!” Marcus’s finger practically poked the tip of my nose. Spittle flew from his mouth. I didn’t flinch. I just looked down at the receipts scattered all over the floor. Hotel invoice: $299/night, two nights. Total: $598. Uber receipts: $1,834.50 per single trip, four trips. Total: $7,338. Plus a few small receipts for meals and local transit. Every single one was perfectly compliant. The amounts were accurate to the penny. “I was just following company policy,” I replied softly, my voice deadpan. Marcus’s chest heaved with rage. His custom-tailored shirt, his absolute pride and joy, looked ready to rip at the seams. “Policy? Did I tell you to sleep in another city?!” “Did I tell you to spend nearly two grand a day on Uber?!” “You didn’t say I couldn’t.” I looked up, staring directly into his bloodshot eyes. “Chapter Three, Section Seven of the Employee Travel Handbook only limits the lodging rate. It does not restrict the city where the hotel must be located.” “Transportation expenses are fully reimbursed as long as there are valid receipts.” I paused, then added, “You revised that handbook yourself, Marcus. You made all of us memorize it.” Marcus’s face turned from red to a deep, bruised purple. He was probably remembering the last trip. How he had ripped me a new one in front of the entire department over a measly eighty dollars. How passionately he had preached his management philosophy of “system above all else.” Now, I was serving his own philosophy right back to him. The office was dead silent. My coworkers all kept their heads down, pretending to work, but their perked-up ears gave them away. “Fine. Very fine.” Marcus hissed through clenched teeth. “Chloe, you’re fired.” “On what grounds?” I asked. “For malicious reimbursement! Intentionally hurting the company’s bottom line!” “Every single one of my actions fell within the framework of company rules.” I bent down, picking up the receipts one by one, carefully smoothing out the creases. “If you think my expense report is unreasonable, you don’t have to approve it.” “But I will go straight to the Department of Labor. I’ll let a judge decide if I committed fraud, or if your company policy is just incredibly stupid.” I stacked the neat receipts on his desk, right next to the paperwork of my docked bonus. “Also, I’ll need a clear explanation regarding the eighty-dollar hotel overage and the two-thousand-dollar bonus you withheld last time.” Marcus stared at me, his eyes dark with malice. He knew that if this escalated into a legal labor dispute, he would be the only one humiliated. A boss who constantly preached “rules” getting legally checkmated by his own employee’s compliance? He would become the laughingstock of the industry. “Are you threatening me?” “I’m just protecting my legal rights.” Just then, his secretary rushed in, her face pale and panicked. “Mr. Marcus, Mr. Stephen Vance from TEK Group is on the phone.” “He wants to know why the ‘Whisper of the Tide’ sample we delivered has minor transit scratches.” Marcus’s face went instantly white. ‘Whisper of the Tide’ was a custom glass sculpture our company had spent six months creating specifically for TEK Group. It was our foot in the door for an eight-million-dollar contract. And that very sample was what I had personally transported back from the neighboring city during this trip. I looked at Marcus and slowly, very slowly, let out a smile.

The handoff of ‘Whisper of the Tide’ happened on the third day of my trip. It was an exquisite, incredibly fragile piece of art, packed in a massive crate filled with foam and suspension air cushions. I had started my journey from that $299 budget hotel, ordering an Uber XL just to squeeze the massive crate into the back. The driver was a chatty guy. Seeing me hold onto the box like my life depended on it, he asked curiously, “What kind of treasure you got in there, kid?” “The company’s future,” I said dryly. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror and stopped talking. He just drove a lot more carefully. During the two-hour drive, I barely moved. I used my own body as a buffer, absorbing every bump on the highway. By the time we arrived at the TEK Group headquarters, my back was soaked in sweat. My arms were trembling from tension. Stephen Vance’s assistant, Jax, came down to meet me. Seeing my disheveled state, he looked surprised. “Chloe? Did you… run here?” I shook my head, pointing to the SUV parked by the curb. “Just came from my hotel.” Jax nodded slowly, his eyes lingering on the sweat beads on my forehead with sudden curiosity. The handoff went smoothly. They had professional equipment to unload and open the crate. Under the gallery lights, ‘Whisper of the Tide’ shone in a dreamlike, oceanic blue. The internal air bubbles and textures mimicked crashing waves. It was breathtaking. Stephen Vance came down to inspect it personally. He put on white gloves and examined every inch of the sculpture. “Perfect,” he said, taking off his gloves and turning to me. “The core technique lies in the uneven distribution of internal air bubbles, simulating the randomness of real tides.” “Every bubble is hand-blown by master artisans. It’s one of a kind.” “But that also means it is incredibly fragile. Any damage would destroy its value. It’s irreplaceable.” “And it’s extremely sensitive to vibration frequencies during transit,” I added. “Luckily, the ride was smooth.” Stephen’s eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into appreciation. “Thank you for your hard work, Chloe. Marcus is lucky to have an employee like you.” I just smiled and said nothing. Oh, it was a lucky day for him, alright. Just not the kind he wanted. I knew the artwork wasn’t perfectly fine. During those long, bumpy hours crossing state lines in a standard SUV, one of the internal mounting brackets had rattled loose from the constant vibration. This caused the edge of the sculpture’s base to rub micro-scratches against the inner wall of the crate. The scratch was as thin as a strand of hair. But I knew it was there. It was all part of my plan. Back in the office, Marcus’s secretary’s report was like a bucket of ice water dumped right over his burning rage. “Scratches? What scratches?” He snatched the phone from her hand. “Mr. Vance! Hello, hello, this is Marcus.” Whatever Stephen said on the other end made Marcus’s spine curve instantly. A fake, sickeningly sweet smile plastered over his face. “A mistake, surely! Our quality control is top-tier. How could there be scratches?” “Maybe it’s the lighting? Yes, yes, please have another look.” “What? You already had your appraisal experts look at it? Confirmed it happened during transit?” Marcus’s face was now whiter than the copy paper on his desk. He whipped his head around, staring at me with a look that wanted to rip me to shreds. I met his gaze calmly, even taking a moment to straighten my collar. “Mr. Vance, let me explain, the employee responsible for transit… she…” Marcus started to stutter. He wanted to throw me under the bus. But he didn’t dare. He was terrified that if he pushed me, I would blab about the $7,338 Uber bill right to Stephen Vance. That would be a spectacular disaster. He would go from being a “strict boss” to a cheap, reckless merchant who shipped a multi-million-dollar fragile artwork via Uber to save on lodging. The eight-million-dollar deal would vanish instantly. Watching him sweat, trapped in a corner of his own making, a wave of pure satisfaction washed over me. When you docked my eighty dollars and stole my two-thousand-dollar bonus, you felt so powerful, didn’t you? Now, it’s your turn.

Marcus ultimately didn’t dare blame me on the phone. He hung up, looking like his bones had been sucked out. He collapsed into his chair. His mind was blank. All he could think was: I’m ruined. The eight-million-dollar deal, the lifeblood of his company, was hanging by a thread because of an eighty-dollar hotel dispute. The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Chloe,” he called out, his voice completely drained of energy. “Yes?” “What happened with the sample?” “I don’t know,” I said, putting my hands up. “I escorted it personally the entire way. When we did the handoff, Mr. Vance’s assistant was there. They unboxed it, inspected it, and signed for it.” I was telling the truth. The scratch was invisible to the naked eye. The assistant had just done a quick, routine check and signed the paperwork. Only a high-level collector like Stephen Vance would examine it with specialized tools like a rare diamond. Marcus obviously didn’t believe me. He immediately called up TEK Group’s lobby security footage. On the screen, I was carrying the massive box, walking steadily into the lobby, and handing it over to their staff. The entire process was seamless. No drops, no bumps. He then had his assistant call the ride-share company, trying to get the driver’s dashcam footage. But he was told that to protect passenger privacy, in-car footage was only kept for twenty-four hours. It had already been overwritten. Marcus slammed his fist on the desk, rattling his pen holder. He couldn’t find a single shred of evidence to prove I was negligent. But he knew deep down that the problem came from that ridiculous cross-city commute. Yet, he couldn’t say it out loud. To admit it would be to admit that his proud “company policy” was a complete joke. “You,” he pointed at me, his finger shaking violently. “Get out. You’re done.” “Sure,” I nodded. “But before I go, please sign off on my expense report and return my withheld bonus.” “You dare ask for money?!” Marcus roared, standing up, his eyes bloodshot. “Why wouldn’t I?” I met his gaze, unflinching. “I completed the company task. I strictly followed the travel policy despite the risk of being penalized again.” “I am taking what is rightfully mine.” “As for the transit damage,” I shifted my tone. “I think the company needs to reflect on why it has such absurd travel policies. Policies that force employees to use high-risk methods just to get the job done.” I pointed the finger right back at him. “You, Marcus. You created this risk.” “Now that something went wrong, you want me to take the fall?” My voice was quiet, but every word felt like a nail hammering into everyone’s hearts. My coworkers, who had all been docked pay or penalized under his bizarre rules, looked at Marcus with a different expression now. Anger, contempt, and quiet satisfaction. Marcus was speechless. He knew that if he didn’t pay me today, he would lose the entire office. His company would fall apart. His secretary, who always took his side, silently picked up my expense report and the bonus dispute form. She walked over to the finance office and knocked on the door. That was the signal. His authority had collapsed. He stared at me, his eyes filled with a deep, hopeless dread. A growl caught in his throat, but he couldn’t squeeze out a single word. He slumped back into his chair, waving his hand like he was shooing away a fly. “Give it to her. Tell her to get out.”

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I had just returned from Paris after finishing my degree in fashion design. My grandpa, Arthur Vance, insisted that he had set up a family alliance agreement for me years ago. The moment I landed, he dragged me straight to the Sterling estate to discuss the engagement. Finding the conversation in the parlor incredibly boring, I slipped out alone to wander around the Sterling family’s massive garden. Suddenly, a woman rushed out of nowhere and slapped me hard across the face. “Where did this trash come from? How dare you steal my things!” I cupped my stinging cheek and stared at her in utter shock. The woman tilted her chin up, her expression dripping with aristocratic arrogance. “That pigeon’s blood ruby ring on your finger is my birthday gift from Julian Sterling! A dirt-poor girl like you? You think you’re worthy of wearing that?!” I opened my mouth, about to tell her it was mine, when she slapped me again, even harder. “Do you even know who I am? I’m Julian’s future wife! The future Mrs. Sterling! This entire estate will belong to me!” I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her face, opened Snapchat to message the guy labeled ‘Fiancé.’ “Julian Sterling, there’s a dog biting people in your yard. Are you going to leash her, or should I?”

But to my disbelief, a red exclamation mark popped up. I let out a cold, angry laugh. We hadn’t even finalized the engagement yet, and he had already blocked me. “How did you sneak in here anyway? Give Miss Thorne her ring back, now!” A Sterling family maid lunged at me aggressively, but I sidestepped, letting her crash into the bushes. “I am a guest of the Sterling family. Is this how you treat your guests?” I demanded. Nadia Thorne sneered, immediately pulling out her phone to FaceTime Julian—my dear fiancé. His deep, smooth voice answered in less than a second. “What’s wrong, Nadia, babe?” I listened closely. The voice was actually quite nice, the exact deep baritone I liked. It seemed Grandpa Arthur actually had decent taste in men. “Julian! Some crazy bitch sneaked into your yard claiming she’s an elite guest, and she stole the ring you gave me!” I cut off her whiny, high-pitched voice to introduce myself, saving him the confusion. “Mr. Sterling, I am Seraphina Vance. Your fiancée.” There was a two-second silence on the other end, as if he was trying to place the name. Then, his tone turned icy cold. “Fiancée? Anyone entering the Sterling estate must have an official VIP invitation. Otherwise, they are just trespassers. Call the cops.” Then, his voice softened back into a gentle whisper for Nadia. “Nadia, don’t cry over a stupid ring. I’ll buy you a better one when I get back tonight.” My pigeon’s blood ruby was a family heirloom from my parents. There wasn’t another one like it in the entire world. While I was re-evaluating whether this marriage alliance was worth my time, Nadia was laughing so hard she could barely stand. She looked me up and down with sheer disgust. “You? Your clothes don’t even have a single designer brand on them! And you dare call yourself Julian’s fiancée? What a joke!” I had been studying fashion design in Paris, and the clothes I wore were my own custom, unlabeled designs. They were highly sought after by European aristocrats, but obviously, this basic girl couldn’t recognize real haute couture. Annoyed by her drama, I lost all interest in the garden. I turned to leave. But Nadia blocked my path. “Didn’t you hear Julian? You need an invitation! Didn’t you say you’re a VIP? Where is it?” I rolled my eyes, reaching into my coat pockets, but found nothing. Then I remembered Grandpa Arthur saying we didn’t need one to enter the Sterling estate. Seeing my empty hands, her smug smile widened. “I knew it! You’re a fraud! Security! Strip that ring off her finger, tie her up, and throw her out!” I covered my ring with one hand, stepping back with a cold glare. A few maids approached me, whispering with fake pity. “Miss, just give the ring back to Miss Thorne. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died!” “Yeah, that ring is the token of love between Master Julian and Miss Thorne. They grew up together. If he finds out, he’ll ruin you.” “I saw a guy lose his hand last month just because he accidentally spilled wine on Miss Thorne’s dress!” Their warnings only made Nadia’s sneer more insufferable. “Hear that? Kneel down, put the ring back on my finger with respect, and get lost! Or else, your hands will end up just like that waiter’s!”

In my entire life, I had never knelt to anyone. The last person who dared speak to me like this was probably six feet under by now. I took a step forward and slapped Nadia across her face. Her head whipped to the side, her eyes wide with fury. “You dare hit me?!” She clutched her red cheek and screamed at the maids to attack me. I curled my lips into a cold smile. Before I went to Paris, Grandpa Arthur was so worried about me being alone abroad that he personally trained me in kickboxing. A few out-of-shape maids were nothing to me. With a few quick punches and sweeps, I left them groaning on the grass, dazed and disoriented. “Pathetic,” I muttered, shaking out my slightly numb knuckles. I turned to walk away while Nadia shrieked in rage behind me. Suddenly, a maid gasped. “Master Julian is back!” I looked up. A tall man in a bespoke, tailored suit was walking toward us, his handsome face clouded with anger. Nadia instantly dropped her vicious look, replacing it with a tearful, fragile expression as she threw herself into Julian’s arms. “Julian! You’re finally here! She almost killed me!” Honestly, Julian Sterling was extremely good-looking. He could easily pass for a Hollywood lead. Unfortunately, knowing he had an active marriage agreement with me, he was still holding his childhood sweetheart with such desperate tenderness. I rolled my eyes. I needed to tell Grandpa to take me home. This wedding was officially off. Ignoring their little drama, I headed straight for the garden exit. “Stop right there! You think you can touch my woman and just walk away?” Julian didn’t even look at me. He was busy wiping Nadia’s tears. Several heavy-set bodyguards stepped forward, blocking my exit. I took a deep, exhausted breath and turned back to face him. “Master Sterling, right now, my grandfather is in your grandfather’s study discussing our alliance. If they find out you’re treating me like this, it won’t end well for you.” Hearing me mention the elder Mr. Sterling, the maids’ faces paled slightly. “Wait… is she really Master Julian’s fiancée?” “Who cares? Look at how protective Master Julian is of Miss Thorne. This wedding might not even happen.” “Exactly. Let’s not offend Miss Thorne, or we’ll pay for it later!” Julian’s face darkened when he heard the word “alliance.” “What alliance? I never agreed to it. Besides, my grandfather loves me more than anyone. He would never force me to marry a nameless, classless girl like you!” Nadia peeked out from his chest, looking at me triumphantly. “Julian and I are soulmates. A filthy thief like you actually thinks she can be the next Mrs. Sterling? Delusional.” I nodded slowly. “Great, these two trash bags are perfect for each other. Please stay locked together forever.” But I remembered my grandpa saying that of all the families who begged for my hand, the Sterling family had put in the most effort. I had met old Marcus Sterling a few times; he was a highly respectable elder. If he found out his precious alliance was ruined by his stupid grandson, there would be a bloodbath. But oh well. A rotten apple ruins the basket.

I shook my head in pity and started to walk away again. But Nadia shrieked, “Don’t let her go! She still has the ruby ring Julian gave me!” At Julian’s nod, several bodyguards instantly pinned me down, grabbing my hand to force the ring off. But the ring had been custom-resized to fit my finger perfectly. No matter how hard they pulled, it wouldn’t budge. “Nadia Thorne, if this ring is yours, why does it fit my finger so perfectly?” I mocked. This only enraged her further. She shook Julian’s arm frantically. “She must be fatter than me! She forced it on! That’s why it’s stuck!” “Then use a drill,” Julian said coldly. My face fell. “Damn it.” I hadn’t brought my personal security detail with me today. Julian’s bodyguards were massive, and there were too many of them. After a brief struggle, they pinned me to the grass. Nadia knelt in front of me with glee, her sharp red nails clawing into my jaw. “Where’s that attitude now, huh? Weren’t you so tough a minute ago?” With a vicious grin, she slapped me hard. My face scraped against the dirt, and the rough sand left bloody scratches on my cheek. Julian stared at me for a few seconds, a cruel smirk appearing on his lips. “Nadia, your hand must hurt. Want to see something more fun?” Nadia’s eyes lit up. “What?” “Tie her to the old rowboat in the lake!” My eyes widened as I stared at Julian’s twisted, excited face. “Does he know?” “No! You will regret this!” I screamed. Nadia sneered with pure excitement. “Regret? That word isn’t in my dictionary!” “But today, I’m going to make sure you regret ever touching my things!” The bodyguards dragged me across the grass to the lake in the center of the estate, tying me with thick ropes before throwing me onto the decaying wooden rowboat. Before I could even process the situation, they flipped me over. A small electric saw buzzes near my finger. The agonizing pain made me scream at the top of my lungs. Soon, the pigeon’s blood ruby was stained with my blood, looking horrifyingly crimson. “Oh dear, looks like another one is going to lose their life.” “She’s a pretty girl, why did she have to be so stubborn? Master Julian won’t let her off easily. She’s losing at least a finger.” “It’s too cruel, I can’t even watch.” The servants whispered from the lake bank, but their voices were fading. The intense pain made me thrash wildly. The old, decaying boat creaked loudly as it rocked against the water. This exact feeling—the rocking, the dark water—instantly triggered the memories of the shipwreck that killed my parents. The deep-seated trauma and terror seized my mind. My face turned deadly pale. Losing control, I curled into a ball, clutching my head as fresh blood dripped down my face. “No! Please! Let me go back to the shore!” But Nadia and Julian stood on the bank, watching me like they were watching a movie. Julian even stepped onto the dock and kicked the boat, sending it drifting into the deep center of the cold lake. I struggled to open my eyes, seeing Nadia proudly holding the blood-stained ring. Julian wrapped his arm around her waist, speaking softly. “That ring is dirty now that it has her filthy blood on it. Throw it away, babe. I’ll buy you a new one.” And right before my eyes, they casually tossed my parents’ heirloom into the deep, muddy lake. “Julian Sterling!” I screamed through my tears. “Aren’t you afraid my grandfather will make you pay for this?!”

He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with absolute disdain, looking at me like I was piece of trash. “Your grandfather? Who the hell is he to make me pay?” “The Vance family is practically dead. It’s just you and that old man left!” “You literally cursed your own parents to death. And your grandpa actually thought he could dump a jinx like you onto me? In his dreams!” My pupils dilated. The words “cursed your parents to death” stabbed straight into my heart like a dagger. On my eighth birthday, my parents were supposed to take a luxury yacht back from overseas to celebrate with me. But a storm was brewing. The captain advised them to wait a day. However, I had called them, crying over the phone, saying how much I missed them. So, they braved the storm on a smaller yacht just to get back to me. Right before they reached the dock, a massive wave crashed over them. Their boat capsized right in front of my eyes. That horrific scene flashed repeatedly in my mind, triggered by Julian’s cruel words. I curled up in the rocking boat, shaking violently as tears streamed down my face, mumbling incoherently. “Mom… Dad… I’m sorry… I don’t need a birthday party anymore… please come back…” Seeing my pathetic state, Nadia clapped her hands in delight. “I knew she was a jinx! No wonder she smells like bad luck! Julian, we need to stay away from her, or we’ll get infected!” In Paris, nobody knew about my past, so it was never brought up. At the Vance estate, to protect me, Grandpa Arthur had ordered everyone never to mention that day, and he had even filled in all the lakes and ponds on our property. The guilt and depression I had suppressed for years exploded all at once. For a second, I had a sudden urge to jump into the lake to join my parents. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was the custom ringtone I had set for my grandfather. The sound brought a momentary flash of sanity back to my brain. The Vance family only had me and Grandpa left. After my parents died, he had to bury his own children. His pain was no less than mine. If I left him too… I couldn’t bear to think of the consequences. I took a deep breath, fighting the dark thoughts, and struggled to reach for my phone. Seeing this, Nadia ordered the guards to throw rocks at me. My hands were shaking violently from the severe panic attack. A large rock hit my wrist, and the phone slipped from my grasp, falling into the lake. It flickered twice before going completely black. The rocks also punched two holes in the old rowboat. Cold lake water began to seep in, soaking my clothes and making me shiver. “Seraphina Vance, didn’t you want to die with your parents back then? I’m giving you that chance today. You should thank me!” Julian crossed his arms, coldly watching the boat slowly sink. “And as for your grandfather, when he comes, I’ll make sure he joins you guys down there!” I struggled weakly, but it was useless. The cold water reached my chin. I closed my eyes, crying silently in my heart. “Grandpa… I’m sorry…” But just as the water was about to cover my nose, a familiar, heavy footstep echoed from the shore. A heavy mahogany cane slammed onto the dock. “I want to see who dares send my family down there!”

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In the darkness, my throat felt incredibly tight. My limbs were completely numb. The smell of gas was suffocating… If this went on, my parents and I would all die here. I fumbled in the dark, trying to stand up and open the window, but my knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the cold floor. Through the dim light, a pair of familiar, custom-made leather shoes appeared in front of me. My brother had arrived. It was Austin. “Austin… help me… please…” I had no strength left. I reached out, trying to grab the hem of his pants, but he raised his foot and slammed it hard onto my fingers, grinding them into the floor. Two years ago, my parents and I finally found Austin, who had been missing for eighteen years. We gave him everything he wanted—money, power, status. We practically handed the family business to him on a silver platter. We did everything to make up for the eighteen years we had lost. But I never would have guessed that my own flesh and blood wanted nothing but my life. “Does it hurt, Chloe?” Austin turned the gas valve to the absolute maximum. He knelt down, staring at my face with a cold, sadistic sneer. “When Lily died, she suffered a thousand times more than this!” “Dying the exact same way as her is your only chance to beg for her forgiveness in hell!” Who was Lily? Oh. The daughter of the adoptive family who raised him. Memories rushed back into my fading, oxygen-deprived brain. The excruciating pain of suffocation kept me from making a sound. Lily… Lily… Just for a toxic, calculating girl, you had the heart to murder your own biological sister! As his footsteps faded into the distance, my breath stopped completely. I became nothing but a cold corpse.

“Chloe! Chloe, sweetie, wake up! We have to go pick up Austin today!” A familiar voice echoed in my ears. I felt the powerful, steady beat of my heart. The sensation of blood flowing back through my veins and my body warming up was incredibly surreal. I opened my eyes and saw my parents sitting at the edge of my bed. “Our little girl is usually an early bird. What happened today?” “She was probably too excited to sleep last night, knowing she’s finally meeting her brother!” I was reborn. I had gone back to two years ago—the exact day we were supposed to bring Austin home! After a long drive, we finally arrived at the house of the couple who had raised my brother for eighteen years. They held my parents’ hands, putting on a show of fake warmth. “These eighteen years haven’t been easy! But we’ve always treated Austin like our own flesh and blood!” The bedroom door creaked open. Austin walked out, holding the hand of a fragile-looking teenage girl. They stood right in front of us. Before my parents could even say a word, Austin fell to his knees with a loud thud. “Dad, Mom, Lily is pregnant with my baby. If you want to take me back, you have to take her too.” The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of both my parents and his adoptive parents completely changed. “What? What did you just say?” Mrs. Miller, who had looked so sweet a moment ago, rushed forward and slapped Austin hard across the face. “Lily is only sixteen! She hasn’t even finished high school or taken her SATs yet! How could you do this to her?!” The girl named Lily, who was about my age, looked incredibly weak. Tears streamed down her face as she threw herself over Austin, shielding him from her mother’s blows. “Mom, don’t blame Austin! It’s my fault.” “We both drank too much that night… and then…” She didn’t forget to cast a shy, loving glance at Austin through her tears. Then, sobbing like a delicate flower in the rain, she turned to my parents and bowed her head deeply. “Austin and I love each other. Please, Mr. and Mrs. Vance, please let us be together!” Seeing his wife play the bad cop, Mr. Miller stepped in to play the good cop. He looked at the two young lovers kneeling on the floor, and then turned to my parents with a deeply troubled expression. “Since it already happened, nobody wanted this.” “How about this? Let Lily go back with Austin. She can have the baby first, and they can get registered once they are of age. What do you think?” I stood in the corner, sneering at the masterpiece of a show this family was putting on. *Treated him like their own son? True love?* What a family of actors. They didn’t even blink while lying through their teeth. In my past life, this seemingly kind couple had found out that Austin was the long-lost heir of the multi-billion-dollar Vance Group. They immediately had their underage daughter seduce him to get pregnant, even faking a medical report just to force her way into our wealthy family. In this life, I would never let their scheme succeed. Watching Lily defend him so selflessly, Austin’s eyes filled with immense pain and affection. My parents, not knowing the truth, assumed it was Austin’s fault. They hesitated, unsure of whether to agree to Mr. Miller’s proposal. In my past life, I thought a teen pregnancy would ruin Austin’s reputation and destroy the family’s image. So, I advised my parents to give the Millers a massive payout of one million dollars as hush money, rejected the marriage proposal, and asked Lily to get an abortion and start over. The Millers happily took the money, staged a fake suicide scene of Lily “dying of grief,” and secretly sent her abroad with the cash. Austin, completely brain-washed by love, believed that my parents and I had said something horrible to Lily, driving her to commit suicide with their unborn child. From that day on, he hated me, and he hated our parents. While Lily was living her best life in Europe with our one million dollars, my parents and I were ended up dead or ruined because of Austin’s baseless hatred. This time, I walked over before anyone else could speak. I gently helped Lily up and glanced at her perfectly flat stomach. Lily flinched, taking a half-step back. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the flash of panic on Mrs. Miller’s face. *Afraid I’ll find out the pregnancy is fake? Desperate to climb the social ladder?* “Dad, Mom, let’s just bring Lily home with us,” I said, smiling warmly. “I actually really like her. I’m sure she and I will have so much to talk about.” Hearing my words, Lily let out a visible sigh of relief. She smiled, grabbing my hand, and spoke in a sugary-sweet voice. “Thank you, Chloe. We are going to be the best of friends!” I sneered inwardly, though my face maintained a perfect, sweet smile. *I’d love to see how long you can hide your little secret right under our noses.*

And just like that, Lily moved into the Vance mansion with Austin, completely unofficial. At first, she tried to maintain a peaceful facade with me. But slowly, her greedy and selfish nature began to show. Whenever my parents weren’t looking, she would bark orders at Maria, our housekeeper, like she owned the place. “Maria, I already told you I don’t drink cold tea. Go change it right now.” “I don’t drink bottled water that costs less than ten dollars. It’s bad for the baby.” As an art and design major, I was working on a clay sculpture in the living room one afternoon. She walked by, dramatically covering her nose, trying to start a fight. “Oh my god, Chloe! Does this clay emit formaldehyde? That is extremely toxic for the baby!” I didn’t even bother looking at her. “If it were toxic, I’d be dead by now. Stop crying about it.” She immediately turned around and ran to complain to Austin. Austin stormed in, took one look, and smashed my graduation project—which I had spent over a year working on—into pieces. He glared at me with pure disgust. “Don’t you know Lily is pregnant? Why are you still messing around with this garbage in the house?!” This wasn’t the first time she had picked a fight to ruin my relationship with Austin. But I didn’t care. My brain-dead brother was someone who, in my past life, was willing to murder his own sister for a girl. I already knew he was beyond saving, so I had zero expectations for him. Since the day he came back, I never gave him a warm face. Austin, on the other hand, put on the full pompous show of being the “rightful male heir.” He treated me like his mortal rival, constantly trying to push me out of the Vance Group and put me down. In my past life, because I wanted to make up for those lost eighteen years, I did everything I could to help him get familiar with the company. Because of Lily’s “death,” he had worked tirelessly out of sheer spite and hatred. Powered by revenge, he actually managed to run the company quite well within a year. But in this life, with his sweet underage wife by his side and a fake heir in her belly, he had become incredibly arrogant. He Picked fights with me every single day, learned absolutely nothing about actual business, and spent all his time doting on his wife, muttering nonsense like, “My primary duty as the heir is to protect the next-generation heir.” Today, we went to the headquarters for a board meeting. The meeting was about whether to upgrade or shut down an outdated supply chain. Austin raised his hand, speaking with immense confidence. “I believe any supply chain that can’t keep up with technology should be shut down. Keeping it is just a waste of company resources.” That supply chain was indeed outdated. He wanted to cut the entire department to save costs and maximize profit. On paper, it sounded great. But he completely ignored the lives of hundreds of factory workers and over a thousand employees in that division. How could that be a smart business decision? I raised an objection. “I suggest we allocate a portion of the budget to upgrade the technology of the existing factories. This avoids the cost of building new ones from scratch. We save on recruitment and training costs while keeping our experienced workforce. What do you all think?” The moment I finished, the board members relaxed and nodded in approval. “Chloe, you are so young, yet you handle major corporate decisions so cleanly. You have a great future ahead of you!” Before Austin came back, my parents had trained me as the sole heir. I had been running around the business world with them since I was a kid. Even though I was younger than Austin, I had far more experience. When it came to handling tricky corporate issues, he was nowhere near my level. So, he decided to target the company’s newest, highly anticipated project.

My parents wanted to invest in a new luxury maternity and baby care brand, offering a premium, all-in-one service from pregnancy to postpartum care. Since Austin was a guy, he obviously had no advantage here. My parents handed the project proposal directly to me. That night, while I was brainstorming ideas for the project, I walked past Austin and Lily’s bedroom. I heard some very explicit sounds coming from inside. *I guess a fake pregnancy is convenient—you don’t even need to worry about birth control.* After some heavy panting, I heard their pillow talk. “Austin, I really want to help you with the business.” “Your sister is the one your parents love. You saw how they treated her at dinner today.” “If we don’t grab the power now, it’ll be too late once your parents hand the company over to Chloe!” Lily’s voice was incredibly soft and manipulative. She knew exactly how to trigger Austin’s insecurity. “So, what do you want to do?” “Well, I’m pregnant. Why don’t you let me run the new maternity brand?” Holding his sweet girl in his arms, my brother probably forgot his own name. He agreed instantly. “Okay, okay. I’ll beg Mom and Dad tomorrow to make Chloe hand the project over to you.” At the breakfast table the next morning, Lily smiled warmly at my parents. “Chloe has never been a mother before. But I’m literally carrying the next-generation Vance heir! This project is just so much more fitting for me!” She grabbed my mother’s hand and placed it on her completely flat stomach. “Mom, feel that? Your grandson can’t wait to make you proud!” “If I can build a successful brand while carrying him, he’s going to grow up to be so smart!” My parents smiled warmly, saying all sorts of sweet things. In a situation like this, it was almost impossible for them to say no. She kept calling them “Mom” and “Dad,” using her fake pregnancy to guilt-trip my parents and force me out of the project. *Do you really think you can fly that high? Sure, let me help you fly all the way to the sun.* I smiled sweetly, wrapping my arm around her shoulder in a show of sisterly love. “Let Austin and Lily do it, Mom. I really don’t mind.” “I can’t wait to see how smart the baby is when he’s born, either.” Seeing that I didn’t object, my dad went along with it and handed the project over to Lily. Since I had always been highly competitive, my mother noticed something was off. She came to my room that night to talk to me. “Chloe, if you don’t want to give it up, I can get it back for you.” “This is the company’s biggest new launch in five years. It’s a massive opportunity!” Of course, I knew how valuable the opportunity was. But my graduation exhibition was just around the corner, and I was busy restoring the sculpture my idiot brother had smashed. In my past life, Lily had been sent to Europe, so she had some basic education. But in this life, with Austin’s promise of making her a “wealthy billionaire’s wife,” she had dropped out of high school. She knew absolutely nothing about business. With a person like her at the wheel, even a mountain of gold would turn to trash. I didn’t need to worry about her threatening my inheritance at all. There would be a thousand other business opportunities, but graduation only happened once. I wasn’t going to let them ruin my chances of graduating with honors. I gladly handed the maternity project to her. I wanted to see what kind of mess this fake-pregnant girl would make. With Austin’s help, Lily actually managed to make the maternity brand look quite successful initially. I wasn’t sure how things were running internally, but her marketing campaigns and celebrity endorsements certainly created a massive buzz. The brand was trending on Instagram and TikTok, and several competitors even started copying their aesthetic. It looked like a highly mature brand. But how could competitors be copying them when they hadn’t even established a solid customer base yet? How exactly did she achieve this?

From the very first day Lily moved into our house, I had been quietly keeping tabs on her. I didn’t care about my idiot brother, but I couldn’t let her harm my parents or ruin the foundation of the Vance Group. After Austin came back, my parents gave him a monthly allowance of $150,000. Almost all of it went straight to Lily, who immediately wired it to her parents’ bank accounts. I knew that human greed was a bottomless pit. Giving them $150,000 a month would only make them crave millions. I needed to make my parents realize what was happening. Or better yet, cut off her cash flow completely. I started spending money lavishly. I bought my mom a $150,000 Hermès bag and ordered a limited-edition luxury watch for my dad. “Lily has no job, but she just bought her parents a brand-new luxury car.” “Since I actually earn my own money at the firm, it’s only right that I spoil my parents too!” My parents’ faces turned incredibly stiff. I knew they had never liked Lily’s background. Given Austin’s status, he could easily marry a wealthy heiress, not a girl from a cheap, manipulative family. They had spent decades building their empire from scratch. If there was one thing they hated, it was freeloaders. Before Lily was officially married into the family, they would never tolerate Austin funding her entire family’s lifestyle with our money. That night, my parents called Austin into the study with extremely stern expressions. I didn’t know the details of their conversation, but Austin walked out with a pale face. Later that night, I could hear Lily sobbing in their room. Austin’s $150,000 monthly allowance was officially canceled. My parents gave him a low-level desk job with a fixed monthly salary of just $5,000. Austin knew I was the one behind it, and he refused to look me in the eye for months. Not that I cared. I didn’t need to lock eyes with a dog who had murdered me in my past life. I was afraid his sheer stupidity would rub off on me. But to my surprise, he and Lily actually managed to pull off a massive win with the new maternity brand. Thanks to the massive hype surrounding the launch, the Vance Group’s stock price surged. My dad was full of praise for them during dinner. “Lily has never studied business, but she’s running this new launch beautifully!” “She’s even sharper than Chloe!” I smiled, chiming in with my parents. “Of course! How could my little skills compare to Austin and Lily?” “It must be the baby in her belly bringing us good luck. That’s why the project is going so smoothly.” As I spoke, Lily’s expression froze for a fraction of a second. *Of course there’s no baby. In a few months, the truth will come out.* Seeing the happy atmosphere, I struck while the iron was hot. “Since things are going so well, why don’t we throw them an engagement party?” “We can celebrate the brand’s success and finally make Lily’s place in the family official!” My parents were extremely pleased with Austin’s performance. They officially appointed him as the CEO of the new maternity subsidiary, and made Lily the VP and legal representative. Overnight, Austin became the star of the company, overshadowing me completely. Whenever he walked down the hall, employees bowed and greeted him as “Mr. Vance Junior.” As we walked out of the office one afternoon, Austin intentionally shoved his shoulder into mine. “Chloe, don’t you dare try anything at the engagement party.” “With the resources I have now, taking full control of the entire group is only a matter of time.” “When that day comes, crushing you will be as easy as stepping on an ant.” What a wonderful brother. Not even married yet, and he was already threatening his sister for his wife. The idiot still had no idea that Lily’s pregnancy was fake, and that she was using him. I let out a soft, amused laugh. “Don’t worry, Austin. I promise your engagement party will be absolutely unforgettable.”

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To protect me, my father, the richest man in the city, formally adopted three outstanding foster sons and arranged for them to be responsible for my safety. After I came of age, my father asked me to choose one of the three as my fiancé. But I did not choose Ethan Carter, whom I had liked for a very long time. It was only because in my previous life, on the day of my engagement party, I was kidnapped and hung over a cliff. But when I tremblingly called Ethan for help, I received his cold reply: “Clara Whitmore, stop playing such a boring trick. Lily said she saw you at the door of your room ten minutes ago!” Listening to the woman’s delicate laughter over the phone, I closed my eyes in despair. When the iron cage sank into the sea and the icy seawater poured into my mouth and nose, my life was completely extinguished. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day my father asked me to choose a fiancé. 0The familiar list appeared before my eyes, and I jolted awake. The agony of drowning had not yet faded, and my father’s voice sounded beside my ear. “Clara, today you will choose one of the three of them as your fiancé!” Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. Looking at the list, I crossed out Ethan Carter’s name without hesitation. My father froze. “Clara, did you make a mistake?” “Haven’t you loved following Ethan around since you were little, so why did you cross out his name?” “Wait a moment, I’ll have someone prepare a new list…” I quickly shook my head and interrupted my father. “Dad, I didn’t make a mistake!” “The person I want to choose really isn’t Ethan Carter, but Adrian Sterling.” At that moment, the expression of unbearable grief Adrian Sterling had worn after my death, as well as his heart-wrenching cries, surfaced in my mind. Seeing my firm attitude, my father said nothing more and nodded in agreement. He told me not to announce it publicly for now, and that he would announce it himself at the engagement party three days later. Just after walking out of my father’s study, I ran straight into Ethan Carter in the main hall of the mansion. The person following beside him was Lily Harper. The moment Lily Harper saw me, she hid behind Ethan Carter in terror, as if I were some man-eating demon. Ethan pulled her in front of him and comforted her gently. “Lily, don’t be scared. With me here, no one dares to bully you!” After saying that, he glared at me viciously: “Clara Whitmore, even if Lily is a distant relative sponsored by the Whitmore family, you still can’t bully her like this, can you?” I had no idea what he meant. At that moment, Lily Harper revealed her red and swollen ankle and said cautiously: “Ethan, don’t blame Clara. I come from an ordinary background, so being ordered by her to get out of the car and walk back alone on a deserted mountain road is nothing!” Hearing this, I froze for a moment, because I had never abandoned Lily Harper halfway at all! Only then did I realize that Lily Harper was using her tricks again and pretending to be pitiful. Before I could speak, Ethan roared at me: “Clara Whitmore, let me tell you, even if you choose me as your fiancé, I will never like a vicious woman like you!” After saying that, he looked at Lily Harper’s ankle with heartache, his eyes full of tenderness: “Lily, you are not ordinary at all. You are much better than people with ugly hearts!” As he spoke, he gave me a disdainful look. A stab of pain shot through my heart. Whether in my past life or this life, he had never believed me. Just then, a repairman suddenly charged at me with a knife. I screamed in fright and retreated again and again. Ethan reacted quickly and was about to rush over to block in front of me. But just then, Lily Harper screamed and collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain. Even though she was the farthest from the attacker. Ethan hesitated for a moment, but he still rushed to Lily Harper’s side to protect her. Looking at the scene before me, my heart slowly turned cold. Just as the attacker’s blade was about to stab into my chest, someone suddenly flashed over and kicked him to the ground. I opened my eyes, and only then did I clearly see that the person who had come was Adrian Sterling! 0

Seeing that their plan could not succeed, the two attackers fled in a panic. Adrian Sterling looked at Ethan Carter beside him with a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: “Ethan Carter, did you forget that Clara’s safety is the most important thing?” “If something happens to Clara, can you bear that responsibility?” A trace of panic flashed across Ethan Carter’s face, but he quickly said indifferently: “Nothing happened, did it?” “Besides, Lily was hurt because of Clara Whitmore, so I couldn’t just ignore her!” Hearing this, Adrian Sterling’s face became even darker, and he stepped forward and punched Ethan Carter in the face: “So you can just ignore Clara’s safety? Have you forgotten the debt we owe the Whitmore family?” “Mr. Whitmore has treated us like his own sons, so are you going to throw away that kindness just because of one woman?” Ethan Carter felt a little guilty, but facing Adrian Sterling’s fist and questions, he truly could not endure it, and the two of them started fighting. Seeing this, I hurried over to stop them. At that moment, Lily Harper beside us let out a pained wail: “Ethan, it hurts so much!” Only then did Ethan stop, anxiously pick up Lily Harper, and turn to leave. Adrian Sterling’s face was icy as he turned to look at me, anger staining the depths of his eyes: “Why did you stop me? He treated you like that, and you still can’t bear to see him get hurt?” At that moment, his eyes actually began to turn red. “I didn’t…” “Enough, there’s no need to explain!” He interrupted me. “Since you chose him, then take care of yourself!” I hurriedly spoke. “I didn’t choose him!” Hearing this, a trace of shock flashed through Adrian Sterling’s eyes, but they soon dimmed again: “You’ve only had eyes for him since we were kids, and everyone saw it. If not him, who else could you choose?” “Forget it, choose whoever you love.” After saying that, he left dejectedly. Looking at his lonely back, a trace of heartache rose in my heart. I wondered how he would react if he knew the fiancé I had chosen was him! Thinking of that, I actually felt a little anticipation! 0

The next day, my father had people send over many pieces of jewelry for the engagement party for me to choose from. Just as I selected a diamond ring from among them, Ethan Carter walked in while supporting the limping Lily Harper. The moment she saw the jewelry, Lily Harper’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: “What a beautiful diamond!” But very soon, her gaze dimmed: “It’s just a pity that my family background is ordinary, so I’ll never get to wear such beautiful jewelry in my life!” This broke Ethan Carter’s heart, and he wrapped an arm around Lily Harper’s shoulders to comfort her: “Lily, don’t talk about yourself like that. I’ll buy you anything you want!” I ignored the two of them, but Lily Harper still refused to let it go: “The diamond in Clara’s hand is a rare pink diamond, right? I saw it in a magazine before, and it’s extremely precious!” “If only I had the chance to wear a diamond like that just once.” After saying that, she lowered her head sadly. Seeing this, Ethan Carter walked to my side and said in a low voice: “Since Lily likes this diamond, give it to her.” Anger instantly rose in my heart. “Why should I?” But Ethan Carter said with full confidence: “You’re going to get engaged to me anyway, so no matter what you wear, isn’t it all for me to see?” “Besides, Lily got hurt because of you, so what does it matter if you give her one diamond?” “At worst, I’ll just give you the money!” Hearing his words, I could not help but sneer: “Who said I’m getting engaged to you?” A trace of panic flashed across Ethan Carter’s face, but he quickly regained his calm and gave a cold laugh: “Clara Whitmore, who doesn’t know you follow me around all day? If you don’t choose me, who else can you choose?” “Stop saying all this useless stuff and hurry up and give the diamond to Lily!” As he spoke, he reached out and yanked the velvet box over. I held on tightly and refused to let go, and when he shoved me hard, I lost my footing and fell backward, my palm slamming against the sharp edge of the glass display case and instantly slicing open a deep wound as blood poured out. But Ethan Carter did not care at all and left with Lily Harper. Lily Harper turned back and smiled at me contemptuously, her eyes full of provocation, as if reminding me that I was a complete loser. I forced out an ugly smile, and my heart slowly turned cold. 0

On the eve of the engagement party, my father summoned the three of them and told them that tomorrow night I would be engaged to one of them. As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s expressions changed in different ways. In the corner, Adrian Sterling held a wineglass and poured drink after drink into his stomach. Ethan Carter looked restless, glancing from time to time toward the direction of Lily Harper’s room. The other man turned to look at Ethan Carter and congratulated him: “Ethan, you’ll have to treat Clara well from now on, because Mr. Whitmore only has this one precious daughter.” Hearing their words, my father glanced at me and smiled without speaking. Seeing my father like this, everyone took it as confirmation that the person I had chosen was Ethan Carter. But that night, Ethan Carter came to my room. With a livid face, he dragged me to the floor, grabbed my neck, and said through gritted teeth: “Clara Whitmore, why do you have to cling to me and refuse to let go?” “It’s all because of you that Lily has run away from home now!” “If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off!” As he spoke, his grip grew heavier and heavier, choking me until I could not breathe. “Ethan Carter, are you crazy? What does Lily Harper running away from home have to do with me?” His eyes were red. “If you hadn’t insisted on choosing me as your fiancé, how could Lily be in so much pain that she had to leave?” “She said in her letter that she was suffering terribly, and if she does something stupid because of this, I won’t let you off!” I struggled free from his hand with force and said coldly: “Ethan Carter, I didn’t choose you, so be with whoever you love!” “Also, if you don’t leave my room right now, I’ll tell my father!” Only after hearing that I would tell my father did he regain a trace of reason and walk out of my room. Early the next morning, Ethan Carter brought Lily Harper back. His face was full of exhaustion, as if he had not slept all night. And Lily Harper also looked completely disheveled, as if she had suffered terribly. Ethan Carter walked up to me and said with a cold look in his eyes: “Clara Whitmore, even if I am forced to marry you, I will absolutely never love you.” “If you dare show off in front of Lily again that you got me, I will absolutely never marry you!” After saying that, he left with Lily Harper without looking back. Watching their backs as they left, I sneered inwardly and even began to wonder why my past self had fallen for such a person.

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