My husband cheated on me. On the way to file for divorce, we got into a car accident. Before he died, he was still yelling at me, “You were the desperate one, practically climbing into my bed when you were seventeen!” When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen, back in the basement apartment where we’d eloped. This time, I took one look at him and turned to run. But to my surprise, he’d been reborn too. And he grabbed me, refusing to let me go. At twenty-nine, my seven-year marriage to Jake Miller had finally become a sick joke. On the way to the divorce lawyer, I was crying hysterically in the car, pointing my finger at him. “Jake Miller, are you even human? I suffered with you since I was seventeen, and now that things are good, you just turn around and find some fresh-out-of-college intern? Did a dog eat your conscience?” Jake gripped the steering wheel, that sickening smirk plastered on his face. “My conscience? Ava Reed, we’re two sides of the same coin. You were the one who wanted to elope with me. You practically jumped into my bed at seventeen. Now you’re playing the innocent victim?” I was trembling with rage, just about to lunge and scratch his face when a blinding white flash erupted directly ahead. The out-of-control truck speeding toward us slammed into our car like a rampaging beast. Excruciating pain, darkness, then an absolute void. When I next regained consciousness, it was the smell of damp mold that choked me awake. I groggily opened my eyes and saw sunlight filtering through a tiny, palm-sized window, dust motes dancing wildly in the golden beams. The walls were plastered with old newspapers, so cramped it was suffocating. The tiny full-sized bed beneath me was covered in a faded, pilled pink piglet sheet that looked like it belonged in a thrift store. I stared for a long moment, then lifted a hand to touch my face. My skin was taut, free of fine lines, full of youthful collagen. I was seventeen again. Back then, I thought this place was paradise, a love nest where love alone was enough. Now, it barely looked better than a dog kennel. I still can’t believe how incredibly stupid I was back then, leaving a sprawling villa for this dump. Jake was an orphan, raised on the wrong side of the tracks, a wild card with a reputation for a quick temper and even quicker fists. He was notorious in our area, a real hell-raiser. My family, on the other hand, was well-off. My parents were both high-level professionals, always had my life mapped out, treating me like their little princess. By all accounts, Jake and I were like two parallel lines, never meant to intersect. The trouble started that snowy day. I was walking home from school, passing through a dead-end alley, when I saw Jake being beaten by a group of guys. After they scattered, I saw him lying in the snow, wearing only a thin black hoodie, a chilling red stain spreading beneath him. I was young then, and too soft-hearted. I should have run, but my feet felt rooted to the spot. On a strange impulse, I dialed 911, and even took off my down jacket to cover him. “Hey… are you okay?” He struggled to lift his eyelids, his eyes startlingly dark. “Aren’t you scared of me?” I stammered, “We go to the same school. Fighting is bad. You shouldn’t fight anymore.” He scoffed, ignored me, and closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious. I foolishly squatted there, shielding him from the wind and snow until the ambulance arrived. I even used half a year’s worth of my allowance to cover his medical bills.

I thought that would be the end of it. But a few days later, Jake swaggered into our classroom. Amidst a chorus of gasps, he slapped a wad of crumpled bills onto my desk, a dangerously handsome smirk on his face. “Here’s the money from the other day. Thanks, good girl.” He walked out, and just like that, I became the notorious bad boy’s rumored girlfriend. My friend tugged at my sleeve, shrieking, “Ava, are you crazy? That’s Jake Miller! I heard he’s involved with gangs, maybe even killed someone! Stay away from him!” Some girls who loved drama crowded around. “Hey, you actually know Jake? Can you get me his SnapChat? He looks so hot on his motorcycle!” I was completely bewildered. On the way home from school, a motorcycle roared and cut me off. Jake took off his helmet, revealing those signature dark, narrow eyes, and whistled at me. “Get on. I’ll take you for a ride.” His gang of friends behind him started jeering. “Jake, this chick looks too plain. Boring.” “Yeah, the ‘It Girl’ from the tech school is where it’s at. Short skirts, big boobs, long legs – now THAT’S hot!” My face turned white with fear. Like a startled rabbit, I lowered my head, scurried around his bike, and ran. The sound of their raucous laughter followed me. Back then, I truly hated him. I thought he was a lowlife, from a completely different world than mine. But Jake was thick-skinned. He blocked me every day, and I couldn’t shake him. Until one day, I stayed late for detention and encountered a drunk harassing me in the alley. Just as I was despairing, Jake suddenly appeared, like some kind of guardian angel, kicking the drunk a good six feet away. He took off his jacket, still warm from his body, and wrapped it around me, his voice unusually gentle. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” That night, he followed me all the way home, watching until I was safely inside. That night, a tiny crack formed in my seventeen-year-old heart’s defenses.

Young love, it came on like a hurricane, fast and fierce. Jake and I started dating, and, predictably, we were caught by a teacher, and our parents were called. My parents were furious. They locked me in the house, forced me to break up with him, saying I had no self-respect, that I was ruining my life. But back then, my mind was only on Jake. For the first seventeen years, I’d lived like a puppet on a string, docile and obedient. Jake was like a hammer, shattering the glass bubble of my life, dragging me headfirst into a raw, dangerous, yet strangely captivating new world. He took me skipping class to bars, snuck me out to a hilltop to watch the stars at midnight, and awkwardly tried to feed me medicine when I caught a cold. For the sake of “love,” I jumped out of my second-story window and eloped with Jake. At the train station, he held me tight, his heart hammering like a drum against my chest. He asked, “Ava, are you scared of suffering with me?” I looked up, my eyes full of light. “I’m not scared!” “Good! I, Jake Miller, swear that if I ever betray you in this life, I’ll die a miserable death!” Those vows sounded so sincere back then. The days that followed were indeed hard. We lived in a cramped basement apartment, ate instant noodles, and huddled together for warmth in the winter. He’d pick out the only fried egg for me and warm my icy feet with his stomach. We were desperate to make something of ourselves. Jake was sharp and ambitious. He caught onto several hot trends early, and his business took off like a rocket. I, too, transformed from a sheltered girl who’d never lifted a finger to a fierce business partner, fighting side-by-side with him. We moved out of the basement, into a penthouse, and eventually, a standalone villa. The day he proposed, he rented every digital billboard in the city, and fireworks lit up the sky all night long. I honestly thought that was our happily ever after, that we’d live the fairy tale ending forever. Until that young female intern, Chloe Peterson, showed up. She was young, vibrant, and her adoring gaze was exactly like mine had been all those years ago. Jake fell for her. Fights, silent treatments, throwing things—eventually, it all devolved into mutual destruction. The lovers who once shared everything became enemies who wanted nothing more than to tear each other apart.

I was lost in thought when the door suddenly pushed open. Eighteen-year-old Jake walked in, his eyes locked on me. There was no youthful adoration in them—only a shocking complexity: the weariness and resentment of someone who’d survived a storm. Just one look, and I understood. He’d been reborn too. And he knew I had been reborn. In this small room, once filled with sweet memories, the air hung thick with unspoken tension, almost tangible. “Um…” Jake cleared his throat, his voice rough. “Earlier in the car… I was just so furious I didn’t think before I spoke, okay? I didn’t mean those terrible things I said.” Looking at him, I suddenly found it absurd. Years ago, in this very room, he had held me and said, “Ava, I’ve put you through so much. I promise I’ll give you the best of everything in the world.” I believed him then, truly. Just as I believed him when he called me “desperate” in the car before we died. The love was real, and the hate was real too. Time truly is a cruel thing; it can turn a precious gem into a worthless stone. We sat at opposite ends of that narrow bed, neither of us speaking. “Ava, since we’re both back…” Jake was about to say something when a frantic pounding on the door interrupted him. I got up to open it. The moment the door swung open, I froze. Standing outside was my mom, Sarah Reed. The woman I remembered as always elegant and put-together now had messy hair, eyes swollen shut, and a sickly, grayish complexion, like she’d aged ten years overnight. She grabbed my wrist in a vice grip that made me wince. “Come on! You’re coming home with me right now!” Memories instantly overlapped. In my previous life, it was at this exact moment that my mom found me here. She cried and begged me to come back, promising that if I did, everything from before would be forgiven. But I was still so stubbornly naive, like I was under some kind of spell. I wrenched my hand free, yelling that I loved Jake and would never marry anyone else. My mom trembled with rage and slapped me hard across the face. “I wasted all these years raising you! You’d throw away your own mother for a boy?” Finally, completely heartbroken, she left, tossing one last remark over her shoulder: “From now on, I’ll pretend I never had a daughter!” From that day until I died, we never saw each other again. Later, when Jake became wealthy, I brought gifts hoping to mend our relationship, but my dad threw me out—gifts and all. It was the biggest regret of my life, a pain that haunted me every single night. Now, my mom’s voice was raw. “Ava, if you come home with me now, our family can still be whole. But if you insist on staying with this deadbeat, then just pretend I’m dead! Pretend I never gave birth to you!” She continued to spout harsh words, but tears streamed down her face. I looked at her familiar yet strangely aged face, my eyes stinging. How long had it been since I’d seen my mom? My stubbornness in my past life had brought me nothing but ruin and total alienation from everyone I loved. I turned my hand and squeezed her calloused one, gently cutting her off. “Okay, Mom. I’ll come home with you.” My mom’s sobs abruptly stopped. She stared at me wide-eyed, like she couldn’t believe what she’d heard. “What did you say? You… you’ll come home with me?” She’d clearly braced herself for a huge fight and hadn’t expected me to agree so easily. Jake, who had been sitting on the bed, spun around, staring at me with utter disbelief.

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In the seventh year after losing my sexual function, I found my wife in another man’s bed. She didn’t even bother to get off him. She looked at me with mockery and said, “Only with him do I feel like a real woman.” When I was completely disheartened and decided to divorce her, I unexpectedly made contact with the version of her from seven years ago—through a diary. Words started popping up in the diary one by one. “You’re Liam? You want to leave me?” “Impossible, how could you be Liam? He’s standing right next to me!” “Who are you really? How can you appear in my diary?” Three questions appeared out of thin air. I was so startled I dropped the diary. It took two minutes for me to calm down. Looking at the words, I picked up the pen and replied: “I really am Liam, 30-year-old Liam.” “And I know you’re 17-year-old Chloe. The future you will betray me. So, 17-year-old you shouldn’t get close to me either.” The diary suddenly went quiet. This was a magical notebook that I found in the attic while packing my bags. It happened a few days after my 30-year-old wife, drunk for the thousandth time, called out Mason’s name and said she regretted marrying me. She said if she had married Mason instead, she could have been a mother by now. When I opened it, I saw it was full of 17-year-old Chloe’s love and devotion to me. Growing up, because of my looks, I always had many admirers. But because my parents divorced early, I never had much hope for love. No matter who confessed to me, I always refused: “I’m sorry, I just want to focus on my studies. I’m not interested in dating.” Until I met Chloe. Unlike others, she pursued me relentlessly from middle school to college. After facing rejection after rejection from me, she only became more determined. She even participated in a dangerous car race just to win a watch I liked. Seeing her nearly lose her life, I finally opened my heart. When I discovered this notebook could update in real-time, I realized it was connected to 13 years ago. But when I remembered that two months ago, when I went to find her, I heard her and her new assistant passionately making love on the couch in her CEO office. And that person was Mason, our high school classmate and her former neighbor and childhood friend. At that moment, the beautiful memories of the past were shattered by the cruel reality, becoming nothing but bubbles. Since then, I hadn’t communicated with the girl in the diary. Because I knew that no matter how passionate the love recorded in the diary was, it would eventually be betrayed. Just as I was bitterly printing out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, signing my name stroke by stroke, ready to fulfill what I had said before – if she betrayed me, I would disappear from her world forever – I heard the jarring sound of paper being torn in the diary. “Impossible, I love him!” The pen tip, carrying the girl’s emotions, carved into the paper stroke by stroke, “I’ve loved Liam for six whole years, how could I possibly betray him.” “You must be lying to me, you can’t possibly be Liam! Who are you really?” “Tell me, are you Mason?” Through the diary, I could almost see 17-year-old Chloe’s angry and stubborn expression as she spoke of vows she would inevitably break in the future. Back then, her love was pure and determined. Of course, she couldn’t have imagined that at 30, she would become so cruel and heartless. I picked up the pen to reply, when suddenly the door was pushed open. The wind that came in flipped the pages of the diary. I calmly closed the diary. 30-year-old Chloe came in and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets. In the past, every time she came home, she would excitedly jump into my arms, nuzzling me like a little kitten. Sometimes when I pushed her away because I was ticklish, she would cling even tighter, her big eyes sparkling as she whispered sweet nothings that made me blush. But now, her gaze didn’t even linger on me for half a second. After searching for nearly ten minutes without finding what she wanted, Chloe finally turned to me in frustration and demanded: “Liam, have you seen the family heirloom my mom left me?” “I’m pregnant, and I want to give the heirloom to Mason, to bless our family of three.” Family of three?! My heart suddenly ached. On our wedding day, in front of all the guests, she had personally handed the heirloom to me for safekeeping. Chloe’s brother was very dissatisfied, “Sis, Mom’s heirloom was meant for you to give to your baby. Everyone knows your husband is useless now, why give it to him?” 13 years ago, I had an accident that injured my body, leaving me unable to have children for life. No one had ever dared to mention this in front of Chloe, but on our wedding day, her brother pointed it out in front of everyone. The atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward. Everyone focused their gaze on me, starting to whisper. I turned away in embarrassment, but Chloe held me even tighter, slapping her brother across the face and declaring publicly, “Even if Liam can’t have children, he’s the only one worthy of keeping the heirloom. He is the only man for me, Chloe.” At that moment, I was grateful I had bet on the right person. For five years of marriage, I had carefully preserved it. But now, I laughed bitterly and pulled out the ring engraved with the words “Peace and Safety” from the drawer. Chloe snatched it, smiling happily, “Finally found it! After the baby is born, I want Mason to put this on him personally.” Only then did she deign to look up at me, the coldness in her eyes unconcealed. “My mom said the heirloom needs to be put on by the child’s father to be effective. Now that I’m pregnant with Mason’s child, this ring should be in his care.” “Today I still need Mason to accompany me for a prenatal checkup, so I have to go now. I’ll celebrate our wedding anniversary with you when I get back.” At the door, she suddenly stopped, glancing at me with a look of condescension. “Don’t worry, even if Mason and I have a child, you’ll still be the nominal father. You’ll always be my husband.” Giving a slap followed by a sweet gesture was her usual trick in recent years. Watching her leave happily, I smiled bitterly. She says I’m her husband, but she’s having a child with another man. Opening the diary again, I saw another line had appeared: “Because I was waiting for your reply, I missed getting the spot in front of him.” I immediately picked up our graduation photo and was shocked to find that 17-year-old Chloe’s position had indeed changed. I couldn’t help but hold my breath, my hand trembling uncontrollably. Could the Chloe on the other end of the diary change the future? Chapter

Before I could come to my senses, another line quickly appeared in the diary, “If you really are Liam, then tell me, where am I standing in the graduation photo?” I immediately replied, “You’re standing in front of Mason.” The diary went quiet again. After waiting for a minute with no reply, I picked up the pen and wrote stroke by stroke with force. “Chloe, please leave my life.” “Why? If you really are Liam, don’t you know I like you?” The last question mark was written with such force that it tore through the paper. “Like? It’s because of your ‘like’ that the day after the graduation photo was taken, I was stabbed by people Mason sent, leaving me unable to have children for life!!” “And now at 30, you’re pregnant with his child.” With each word I wrote, the memories of the past became clearer. I had tried everything to forget these memories, but countless nights, I was awakened by these painful memories, unable to sleep. It had become my inescapable nightmare. 13 years ago, Mason begged Chloe to stand in front of him, but she refused. Chloe firmly stood in front of me, saying not only now, but in the future when we take wedding photos, she would stand with me. The girl’s passionate confession made my ears turn red. But the next day, an enraged Mason found a dozen thugs to corner me in an alley. When Chloe arrived after hearing the news, she saw me covered in blood and cried uncontrollably. She carried me on her back, even though I was half a head taller than her, and stumbled frantically towards the hospital. To save me, she donated half her blood, but although I survived, I suffered severe damage, permanently impairing my ability to have children. Chloe held me and cried her eyes out, swearing she would marry no one but me and never let me be hurt again. But I never imagined that now she would cheat on me with Mason, the mastermind behind my injury, and even get pregnant with his child. “Chloe, promise me, if you like me, leave my life.” “As far away as possible! Can you do that?” “I’m begging you!” After waiting for a long time without a reply, I collapsed on the sofa with the diary, unknowingly falling asleep. In my dream, I saw 17-year-old Chloe running desperately in a dark alley. Her face was panicked and anxious. A strong wind blew a flower pot off the balcony, jolting me awake to see that night had fallen outside. 30-year-old Chloe hadn’t returned all night, not even a phone call or a text message. But Mason’s social media was updated every ten minutes, a total of 30 posts. The first one was Chloe putting the family heirloom ring on his finger. The second was Chloe and him flipping through a dictionary, choosing a name for the baby. The third was him lying on Chloe’s belly, happily listening to the baby’s movements. …… Each post had likes and blessings from friends in the comments. “Congratulations to Chloe for finally becoming a mother.” “I told you Chloe wouldn’t stay faithful to Liam, but you didn’t believe me.” “How could Liam ever be good enough for our Chloe? Mason and our Chloe are truly a perfect match, made for each other.” Chloe had liked every post. Perhaps deep down, she felt the same way. Exiting the social media app, I lay on the sofa feeling dizzy and drowsy. In my dream, 17-year-old Chloe finally ran out of the alley. What met her eyes was me being pinned down and beaten by a group of thugs, with 17-year-old Mason pulling out a knife, about to stab me. “Liam!” The next second, Chloe’s eyes turned red, and she rushed forward like a madwoman. Her thin body trembled uncontrollably, but she still picked up a brick from the roadside with all her might and started smashing the lead thug’s head again and again. The other thugs swarmed her, stabbing her dozens of times. Chloe paid no attention, tightly gripping the blood-stained brick, using her last ounce of strength to smash the lead thug’s head open, screaming at the others with a ferocious expression. “Come on if you’re not afraid to die!” Those thugs were intimidated by her do-or-die attitude and fled in panic. Only when their figures had completely disappeared into the alley did Chloe collapse powerlessly in front of me, shaking uncontrollably. When our eyes met, she smiled proudly, “Liam, I told you I’d give my life for you, now do you believe me?” “Chloe! I don’t need this!” “Leave me!” I shouted her name in anger, instantly waking up, tears already overflowing. Looking at myself in the mirror, with bulging veins and goosebumps all over my body, I didn’t know if it was from fear or cold. Looking down at the diary in my arms, I felt my mind was in a fog, unable to distinguish if this was a dream or a memory. Pulling up my shirt, I suddenly froze, quickly feeling my lower abdomen with my hand. Chapter

The scar that had been with me for 13 years was gone. Tears burst forth. Opening the diary again, I saw several more lines had appeared, but this time they were crooked, as if I could see the weakness of the person writing. “Liam, I saved you.” After calming down, I calmly replied with one sentence. “This is what you should have done.” If it weren’t for her ‘like’. If it weren’t for her ‘like’ that she would inevitably betray in the future. How would I have been targeted by Mason, losing my dignity as a man? Yet at 30, she had a child with the mastermind who hurt me, hurting me again. The words in the diary appeared staggeringly, the strokes not very clear, as if written with great effort. “Liam, I’m willing to do anything for you, tell me what else you need me to do?” After 17-year-old Chloe wrote down the last question mark, I replied, “I’ve already said, leave my life.” “Completely disappear from my sight, don’t use your love now as a weapon to hurt me in the future.” Once, when everyone mocked me for not being a man, it was Chloe who firmly held my hand, gently soothing my shattered self-esteem. It was because of her love that I was not afraid of any mockery, ridicule, or vicious curses. So when she let go of my hand and stood among those who mocked me, I was instantly on the verge of collapse, even considering ending my life. It turns out that being hurt by the one you love is a thousand times more painful than physical disability. You could say, the more she loved me before, the more pain she caused me later. This heart of mine, already hurt by her, will no longer beat. The sound of forceful writing suddenly came through, each word sinking into the paper, almost piercing through it. “That’s impossible!” “Liam, do you know? Every time there’s an extracurricular activity, you always like to stand under the second basketball hoop on the playground to play ball. I deliberately take a 5-minute detour every day just to see you once. Just seeing you makes me feel so happy.” “Once during a basketball game, I heard you were injured. I was so anxious that I skipped class for the first time to buy medicine for you, afraid you’d suffer for even a second more…” “And…” I interrupted, “I know, I know all of this you’re saying.” “There was also once… when I fell in the bathroom, you brought me medicine, blushing.” The diary suddenly paused for ten seconds before replying, “You know all this? How do you know?” “Since you know everything, why do you say I’ll betray you?” There was a sentence she didn’t write, but I’m sure I know she was muttering to herself, how could I betray you when I love you so much. I could imagine the shock and confusion on 17-year-old Chloe’s face right now. “I know these things because the future you told me. You told me everything one by one, and said you deeply regretted doing these things.” Chloe had said that she should have listened to advice back then and not married a man like me who couldn’t give her “happiness”, resulting in her enduring five years of humiliation. She had also said that she should have just let me starve to death back then, saving me too early led to me not only being ungrateful for her great kindness but even becoming more and more arrogant. She always boasted about her “great achievements”, and then did whatever she wanted in our marriage, until now having a child with someone else. Tears fell on the diary, blurring the words. Afraid of damaging the diary and not being able to change the past, I hurriedly tried to wipe it off, but I used too much force and accidentally tore the paper in half. In my panic, I suddenly found that everything in front of me had changed into a hospital ward. In front of me was a 17-year-old girl with thick bandages wrapped around her abdomen. Her face was pale, her brows furrowed in pain from the wound. 17-year-old Chloe covered the blood-stained bandage with one hand, struggling to write a reply with the other, muttering under her breath. “Liam, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you until I become your wife…” She looked serious and determined, as if doing something of utmost importance. Just as she wrote this, 17-year-old Chloe seemed to sense something. Her hand suddenly stopped, and when she looked up, our eyes met. “Liam?” At that moment, those clear eyes like spring water, which had long disappeared from my memory, appeared in front of me again. Her slightly dry lips parted, but before she could speak, a sudden burst of phone ringing came through. Looking around, I saw the house was in a mess. All done by 30-year-old Chloe. The phone rang sharply. It was a call from 30-year-old Chloe, her tone commanding, “Come to the coffee shop downstairs from the company right away, Mason and I have something to tell you in person.” At the same time, several lines appeared in the diary. “Trust me, okay? I would never do such a thing.” “I like you so much that even if you want to take my life, you can.” A girl’s affection, as pure and beautiful as cherry blossoms. Always feeling that vows would become the most beautiful flowers, as long as they stayed by their loved one’s side, they would never wither. I gripped the pen tightly in my hand, my eyes downcast. Fine. Since you don’t believe me, I’ll let 30-year-old you tell you yourself. Chapter

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I saw Mason feeding Chloe an egg tart. He glanced at me, a challenging smile in his eyes, “You’re here, bro. Quick, control your Chloe, she insists I feed her.” “I was planning to leave first, but Chloe said the baby keeps wanting to find daddy after getting pregnant, so I had to stay a bit longer.” “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you… probably can’t experience the feeling of being a father anymore.” In the past, I would definitely have been angry and felt inferior. But now, I just treated it like a dog barking nonsense. I looked at Chloe and asked calmly, “What’s the matter?” Chloe sweetly chewed the last bite of egg tart Mason fed her, her eyes full of adoration. Then when she looked at me, her eyes were cold, “Liam, let’s get divorced.” “My child with Mason is about to be born, I want to give the baby a complete and healthy family.” She sneered: “I don’t want him to be told his dad can’t…” Halfway through her sentence, it was as if something entered Chloe’s brain, making her suddenly clutch her forehead and hiss in pain, her expression agonized. Shaking her head, she muttered in confusion, “Can’t have children?? Why would I say that?” Seeing her reaction, I could guess what happened. After 17-year-old Chloe took the knife for me, my body was completely healed, and this memory appeared in 30-year-old Chloe’s head. But soon, she stopped pondering. Instead, she raised her head, still looking at me with that unfamiliar and cold gaze. “Liam, I feel you’re not as good as Mason, so let’s get divorced.” Hearing her emphasize again. My hand holding the hot coffee gently rubbed the scalding cup, but my heart was ice cold. You see, people who want to leave will never leave because of just one reason. Without one, they’ll always have another. “Okay, divorce, but on one condition.” I pushed the diary in front of her, lowering my voice, “You have to write in it yourself, ‘Chloe doesn’t love Liam.’” Chloe looked at the diary, then raised her eyes to look at me, her gaze surprised and curious, yet full of mockery. “So, is this how you’re trying to keep me?” “Liam, who didn’t make some passionate vows when they were young? Those were all just nonsense I said in a moment of anger to trick you. Did you really believe them? How ridiculous.” The corner of my mouth lifted in self-mockery, I lightly tapped the diary with my finger, “If that’s the case, then write it.” Chloe hesitated for a moment. After a moment’s hesitation, she picked up the pen and wrote those eight words in one go – Chloe doesn’t love Liam. After writing, Chloe said coldly, “If you’re still not convinced, I’ll write it two more times.” Before I could speak, she wrote it twice more in front of me, clean and decisive. I looked at the diary, there was no reaction on it. But I knew, the other end must be able to see it. Picking up the pen, I quickly signed my name on the divorce agreement she had prepared. Standing up, I was about to leave when Mason called out, “Bro, wait a minute, I have something to say to you.” Then he asked Chloe to go get something, saying it was a gift he bought for the baby. Chloe nodded gently, then gave me a warning look before getting up and leaving. Mason suddenly snatched my diary, flipping through it with a mocking smile, “Is this Chloe’s diary? I heard she used to always write about liking you in it, what a pity…” “So what if she liked you in the past? If she could really love you forever, would I even exist?” “Do you know how much she adores me? Every year on your birthday, your wedding anniversary, after sleeping with you, she would come to me.” “She had so many requests, we’d use up several boxes every time. The next day her legs would be weak. We left marks in her car, her office, even your marital home.” I clenched my fists in anger. But the next second, Mason punched himself first, falling to the ground with a scream. The sound was so loud that Chloe hurriedly ran back, looking anxiously at Mason lying on the ground, “What happened? What’s going on?” Mason covered his face and turned away, “It’s all my fault. I betrayed bro, so he got angry and hit me.” “Chloe, please don’t be mad at him.” Chloe suddenly glared at me, her eyes full of disappointment. “Liam, I never thought you were this kind of person!” I was about to explain when she suddenly stood up and forcefully grabbed my neck, her eyes bulging with rage, “If I had known you were such a petty man, I wouldn’t have taken that knife for you back then. I should have let you die!” I laughed bitterly at her words. See, Chloe? Even though I told you that in the future you would use these things to hurt me at the drop of a hat, you still haven’t changed. “Chloe, your true colors are really disgusting.” The diary in my hand fell in front of her. 30-year-old Chloe picked it up, shouting at me with disgust in her eyes. “You think you can keep me with this piece of junk?” “Every time I see the words in it, I’m reminded that I once loved you, and I only feel ashamed.” “Give it back to me!” Chloe dodged my hand and grabbed the diary, suddenly tearing it to shreds. “You want it? Here!” The next second, she tore the diary to pieces in front of me, casually tossing them away, “There you go!” I sat stunned on the ground, looking up to see the shredded diary floating down like snowflakes. I suddenly started laughing, laughing louder and louder. It’s over. Now, everything is truly over. Seeing me laughing there, Chloe finally exploded, “Mason was almost disfigured because of you, and you’re still laughing!” Her blood-red eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent. She grabbed the knife for cutting steak from the plate and lunged at me. But the expected pain never came. One drop, two drops… Warm liquid dripped onto my face, accompanied by the smell of blood. I opened my eyes to see the knife right in front of me, tightly gripped by a slender hand. Following that hand, I saw 17-year-old Chloe appear in front of me… Her abdomen wrapped in bandages, her eyes red with anger, surprise, disbelief, and finally despair as she looked at 30-year-old Chloe. Her right hand tightly gripped the sharp blade. Blood dripped from her palm onto my eyes, blooming like a brilliant poppy.

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After my husband handed me over to kidnappers, I decided to kill myself. But when I jumped from the rooftop, my husband’s younger brother grabbed me tightly. With an arm nearly torn apart, he dragged me back. He cursed me for being insane, saying that not being chosen wasn’t a reason to die. I pried his fingers open one by one, watching panic and despair flood his face. He didn’t know that as long as I died, I could return to my real home. I was kidnapped along with Nathan’s first love, Isabelle. After trying to win Nathan’s heart for twelve years, he still chose Isabelle over me without hesitation. Nathan quickly untied the ropes binding Isabelle, his eyes full of concern. Beside them, Caleb, imitating his father, was gently rubbing Isabelle’s reddened wrists and blowing on them occasionally. “Aunt Isabelle, I’ll blow on it and make it all better.” The three of them were so lovingly harmonious, completely forgetting about me still in the kidnapper’s hands. Even the kidnapper couldn’t help but mock the scene. “Your husband is lost in his romantic paradise. I guess he won’t come to rescue you. Should I just kill you now?” Watching the two of them escort Isabelle away, the Game System officially declared my mission a failure. The ensuing punishment shocked me unconscious. In my daze, I heard the kidnapper frantically trying to support my collapsing body. “I was just talking tough! Did I really scare her that badly? Oh no, I better get her to a hospital quick. If something happens to her, I’m in big trouble.”

Waking up in the hospital, I confirmed with the Game System in my head: As long as this body dies completely, I can go home, right? After getting an affirmative answer from the system, I moved towards the window. This hospital room was on a high floor, at least 50 feet up. Jumping from here would certainly be fatal. I opened the window and leaped out. An enormous sense of weightlessness hit me, and I instinctively reached out my hand. The howling wind stung my ears. But I wasn’t afraid. In fact, I was looking forward to death. Just a little more, and I would be home – back to a world where someone truly loved me. I closed my eyes, calmly waiting. The next second, the falling sensation disappeared. Someone grabbed my arm forcefully. The momentum of the fall caused my muscles to tear and stretch, sending waves of intense pain from my arm throughout my entire chest. I opened my eyes, feeling like my arm might be broken. The person who caught me was Ethan, Nathan’s half-brother. I looked up at the sweating young man and calmly said, “Let go.” Ethan gritted his teeth and gripped tighter, using all his strength to pull me up. He shouted, “Just because my brother didn’t choose you? You’re jumping off a building for that? Is your head filled with shit?” I reached out, slowly prying his fingers off. “Ethan, if I die, it’ll make you happy, right? So, let go.”

Ethan hated me. Or rather, anyone close to Nathan didn’t approve of me. After Isabelle ran away for love, Nathan married me under family pressure. They were convinced I was a homewrecker who took advantage of the situation. They openly isolated, excluded, and ignored me. Ethan was at the forefront of this treatment. Using his status as Nathan’s brother, he would strut into the family mansion and destroy all the baby’s breath flowers I had planted in the backyard. Knowing I was allergic to cat hair, he encouraged Caleb to adopt a stray kitten. When I disagreed, he suggested Caleb cry about it. The commotion filled the entire living room. Ethan watched from the sidelines, suddenly playing the good guy and taking the high road. “It’s just a little cat. Let the kid have it if he likes it.” Caleb cried even harder, rolling on the ground and mumbling, “Mommy is bad. I want the kitty.” I chased Ethan out along with the cat and patiently explained to Caleb that I was allergic to cat hair, so we couldn’t keep a cat, but we could get a puppy instead. After Ethan’s manipulation, Caleb only had the cat on his mind and wouldn’t listen. He kept hitting me, demanding I give him back the kitten. This created a rift between Caleb and me. Ethan seized the opportunity to continue badmouthing me to Caleb, causing the young child to learn to oppose me. He was like a demon crawling out of hell, turning my life upside down.

I didn’t die. The commotion Ethan caused attracted the medical staff. They worked together to pull me back up. Ethan glanced at me, closed the window, and fell unusually silent. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, with dark red marks covering his palms and fingertips. “Chloe, I don’t hate you as much as you think I do.” He lowered his head, his bangs hiding his eyes. I thought I heard a hint of guilt in his voice. Just as I was about to dig deeper, Ethan crossed his arms and lifted his head, reverting to his carefree demeanor. He said nonchalantly, “Is this another one of your tricks? Let me tell you, my brother won’t fall for this ‘push and pull’ game. If you keep this up, you’ll only make him sick of you…” Ethan was lost in his own world, chattering away while the medical staff checked the equipment by the bed. Taking advantage of this moment, I once again stepped towards the window and swiftly opened it. Before I could step out, Ethan pulled me back. After two consecutive suicide attempts, Ethan finally realized I wasn’t just seeking attention but truly wanted to die. He pulled me away from the window and, after making sure I was within his control, began to patiently counsel me, his attitude becoming gentler. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? There are plenty of other men in the world besides my brother. Why are you so hung up on him?” He coughed lightly, his cheeks turning red. “I admit, my brother isn’t a good husband, but you can get a divorce, you know? It’s not worth dying for him. Maybe someone out there is secretly in love with you, and you just haven’t noticed.”

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My fiancée let her first love finish inside her, all because he wanted a child to fulfill his mother’s dying wish. She asked me to be understanding of her “kindness,” told me to wait for her to finish that wedding before returning to my arms. But I simply went on preparing my wedding as planned. Because my bride had already been replaced by someone else. A week before our wedding, my fiancée Chloe told me she needed to marry her first love Ryan first, before she could marry me. Apparently, Ryan’s mother had passed away, leaving behind a dying wish for them to get married. “Ryan’s mom always hoped he would settle down. I’m just fulfilling an old lady’s last wish, don’t overthink it,” Chloe explained. But our company had already planned to launch the “True Love” jewelry collection on the day of our grand wedding. She impatiently retorted, “It’s just a billion-dollar project. How can that compare to Ryan’s filial piety? If you’re so keen on making that money, go find someone else to marry.” Faced with her cold words, I understood everything clearly. I turned and dialed home. “Emily, can you help set me up with a new bride?” When I got home, my sister looked shocked. “You’re calling off the wedding?” “No, she’s marrying someone else.” I gave a bitter smile. To be with Chloe, I had fought tooth and nail against my family’s objections to finally get my parents’ approval. We even scheduled the launch of the “True Love” jewelry collection on our wedding day. But now, it was all for nothing. My sister was stunned for a long while before saying, “Then I guess Stella is the only option. Her family’s been pressuring her to get married, and she’s been looking for a match recently.” I frowned. Stella was my arch-nemesis. On my engagement day, she had even cursed that my marriage would fall apart. Who knew her words would come true. Time was tight, so I could only say, “Alright, it’s her then. Can you ask about her intentions? If not, I’ll have to find another way.” My sister spoke quickly, “No need to ask, she’ll definitely agree.” “What?” Before I could ask further, a group of people surrounded me. “Are you Chloe’s fiancé? You’re so handsome!” “Are you here to pick up Chloe after work? You two are so sweet together.” I gripped the steering wheel, lowering my eyes to hide the self-mockery in them. Chloe had introduced me to her colleagues and friends early on. In everyone’s eyes, we were the enviable model couple. But who would have thought, she was about to marry someone else. After saying goodbye to everyone, Chloe got in the car and handed me a toy airplane. “Ryan asked me to give this to you. He said you embarrassed him at the funeral yesterday, so you should apologize when you have time.” The airplane was a miniature version, obviously a freebie that came with buying the real product. I had seen it in Chloe’s online shopping cart a couple days ago. I said flatly, “I don’t want it.” Chloe frowned, “What are you upset about now? You barged into the funeral saying I wasn’t his fiancée and embarrassed him. He didn’t hold it against you and even thought to bring you a gift. How can you be so ungrateful?” The Chloe who used to protect me was gone. Now she cherished someone else. Chloe irritably opened the window for some air. After a while, seeing that I wasn’t going to comfort her, she finally said, “Fine, today’s a good day to try on wedding dresses. I won’t argue with you.” This was the first time she had backed down this year. When we arrived at the bridal shop, the attendant greeted us: “Miss Anderson, the custom wedding gown Mr. Miller designed for you is ready for its final fitting.” But Chloe’s attention wasn’t on the dresses. She was looking down at her phone, her expression slightly urgent. Noticing my gaze, she quickly put away her phone, a hint of apology on her face: “William, something came up with Ryan. I need to rush over there right away. Can you help me pick out a dress? I trust your taste.” With that, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and left, leaving me alone. The attendant came over tentatively and asked, “Mr. Miller, will you be selecting the dress yourself?” I looked away and nodded. Of course I would choose a dress. But not for Chloe. After all, there was a new bride now. I drove home, thinking Chloe would be gone all night. But she returned before dinner. She strode over to me, holding a familiar paper bag. “I drove across town for these. Your favorite double cheeseburgers and chili cheese fries from that 24-hour diner on Fifth.” I looked at the takeout container. The fries were less than half full, and one of the burgers was clearly missing a bite, the cheese congealed where someone had taken a taste. Half an hour ago, I had seen Ryan’s social media post. The photo was of the very meal in front of me. “My wife still remembers to buy me late night snacks. Thanks honey, muah!” I put down the food with a self-deprecating smile, instantly losing my appetite. “I don’t want it. Throw it away.” Chloe looked at me with displeasure, but held back from lashing out. She sat down next to me and complained: “You have no idea how pitiful Ryan was today. My parents went to his place demanding a substantial wedding gift. He was so upset he cried.” “Ryan just got back to the country and doesn’t have much money. I was thinking of giving him the wedding fund from our planning first.” She shook my arm, as if trying to act cute. I looked at her sarcastically, “So I’m supposed to fund your husband’s wedding? The wedding that’s supposed to be ours?”

In the past, I cared so much for Chloe that I would give her anything she asked for and do anything for her. But now she had woken me up herself. Thinking back, ever since Ryan returned to the country, everything she did was for him. She had forgotten that I was supposed to be the one spending the rest of my life with her. My response angered Chloe: “What do you mean by that? You’re not willing? You’d better understand this – Ryan is my best friend. You’d better make him happy, or I won’t marry you!” With that, she stormed out, slamming the door. Feeling frustrated, I went down to the park for a run. After just one lap, I got a call from Stella. Thinking of Stella’s perpetual icy expression, I hesitated for two seconds before answering. “Listen up, Miller. A marriage is a lifetime commitment, not a business deal you can back out of. You say yes, and that’s it. No cold feet.” Stella’s first words were a direct hit, though the typical sharpness was laced with an unfamiliar tension. I stayed silent, and she continued: “Send me your ID first so we can get the marriage license.” “I’m afraid you’ll change your mind.” Stella, you’re acting strange. In my mind, I had already imagined thousands of ways she could use this marriage to torment me. In the end, I could only squeeze out, “See you at the wedding, Miss Hayes.” Just as I finished speaking, Chloe suddenly appeared behind me: “You’re inviting Stella to our wedding? I forbid it!” She glared at me as if facing a formidable enemy: “William, didn’t I tell you not to associate with Stella? Her intentions toward you aren’t pure. If you insist on inviting her to our wedding, don’t blame me for getting upset!” Before I could say a word, she had already laid down her ultimatum. Chloe had always disliked Stella, harboring an inexplicable hostility. When we first got together, she even had a jealous outburst because Stella and I often bantered on social media. After that, I gradually cut off contact with Stella. But she actually said… Stella had impure intentions toward me? I was about to ask further when Ryan suddenly stumbled and leaned against Chloe’s neck. “Chloe, you’re pinching me…” Only then did I notice their intertwined fingers as they walked. Chloe coughed awkwardly twice, but made no move to let go of his hand. Ryan gazed at Chloe tenderly, then turned to me with a helpless expression: “Will, I’m sorry. Chloe and I were just practicing the wedding procedure. Please don’t mind.” “I won’t tell anyone about you hitting me or vandalizing my mother’s grave. But please don’t hurt Chloe. True love can’t withstand tests.” I didn’t want to watch this act, so I turned to leave: “Since you’re so eager, I’ll have someone beat you up tonight and dig up your mom’s grave.” Slap! Chloe slapped me hard across the face. “William, how can you be so vicious?!” Her brows were furrowed, her chest heaving. I’m vicious? She believed someone else’s lies so easily, yet five years of our relationship couldn’t earn me even a shred of her trust. Anger suddenly welled up inside me. I wanted to confront Chloe, but Ryan stepped in front of her: “Will, please. As soon as the wedding’s over, I’ll return Chloe to you.” “Have mercy and don’t hurt the people around me, or Chloe.” As he spoke, he was about to kneel before me. Chloe quickly wrapped her arms around his waist to stop him from kneeling, glaring at me furiously. “William, stop playing your rich boy bullying games!” “You know I hate that the most. If you still want to marry me, stop making trouble!” With that, she warned me not to appear before them again until the wedding. But the very next day, Chloe contacted me herself. She started off with a barrage of scolding: “William, you really went and dug up Mrs. Cooper’s grave. I can’t believe you’re this kind of person!” Utterly confused, I called my assistant to investigate, only to uncover a shocking truth. Ryan’s mother… wasn’t dead.

No wonder Ryan could be so heartless as to dig up his own mother’s grave to frame me. It turns out her death was all a scam. I texted Chloe: “Ryan’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she looked at it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Stella had made the reservation herself. When Chloe came back, she saw me packing. Half my clothes were thrown out, with a small portion being shipped to Seattle. “Why are you packing clothes?” Chloe asked, her expression doubtful. I gave a perfunctory reply: “Moving.” She was silent for a moment, not catching on to anything amiss, and continued on her own: “The Miller Group headquarters are in Seattle. We’ll be settling there after we get married, so it’s good to pack early.” Then she fixed me with a harsh stare. “Apologize for Ryan’s mother’s incident as soon as possible. Don’t make things difficult for me. How about on our wedding day?” With that, she tossed down her phone and went to look for her ID. Today was the day she and Ryan were getting their marriage license. She didn’t come back until late that night. I opened my phone to find a message from Ryan pop up. It was a dim photo of a beautiful woman. In the picture, Chloe was wearing a provocative outfit, looking at the camera. I closed my eyes, my heart still aching despite myself. I forcefully suppressed that feeling and turned off my phone. Late into the night, the phone by my pillow vibrated every hour. Each time it vibrated, it was Ryan sending me provocative videos of him and Chloe. Until early the next morning, when Stella sent me a message. “Mr. Miller, the flowers have bloomed. You may slowly return.” The attached photo showed two red booklets. And a bouquet of vibrant red roses. I hadn’t expected her to still be caring for the plant I had casually given her years ago. Inexplicably, a strange feeling welled up in my heart. I replied with a single word: “Okay.” I put down my phone to pack up my work files on the computer. I didn’t notice when Chloe had returned. She was packing her daily necessities: “I’m moving in with Ryan for a few days. He’s too busy preparing for the wedding on his own. Remember to show up on time for the wedding in two days. Don’t be late.” After saying that, she went on a long explanation about how she was just going to help out normally, telling me not to make trouble again. “Mm, I won’t go,” I said, keeping my eyes lowered. After last night, the last bit of affection I had for her had completely dissipated. Seeing my calm demeanor, a nameless panic swept over Chloe. She suddenly hesitated. But thinking of Ryan’s cloying acts of affection, she loosened her grip on her phone. William loved her so much, what could possibly go wrong? Thinking this, she breathed a sigh of relief and stopped arguing with me, disappearing from my sight. I watched her retreating figure and made a phone call. That evening, a helicopter landed in the square. A man walked up to me: “Mr. Miller, the helicopter you ordered has arrived. It will safely transport you to Seattle in half an hour.” I nodded, then handed him an envelope. “Deliver this envelope to the wedding venue tomorrow. It’s my wedding gift for the bride and groom.”

The next day, I sent Chloe a message right on time: “Congratulations on your marriage!” Meanwhile, at the wedding venue, Chloe was looking anxiously at the entrance, asking her secretary: “Why isn’t William here yet? He was supposed to publicly apologize to Mrs. Cooper today.” The secretary scrolled through the news, frowning: “He probably can’t make it. He’s busy getting married right now.” Hearing this, Chloe froze in the middle of the banquet hall. The wedding venue was decorated with her favorite champagne roses, making the entire hall look like a dream. Below the stage, guests were toasting and chatting. Everything seemed so perfect. Yet Chloe was gripping her phone tightly, staring at the news headline “Miller Group CEO Marries, True Love Collection Officially Launches”. Cold sweat broke out on her palms as she hurriedly dialed the number she knew by heart, only to find no one answering. “How could this happen?” Ryan strode over to her, taking her hand. “Chloe, what’s wrong? Your hands are so cold.” Chloe gripped his hand back: “William… he married someone else!” Ryan took the phone and glanced at it, frowning slightly before smiling: “That’s impossible. Will loves you so much. This must be some kind of business tactic. These businessmen, they’ll do anything for money, even fake a marriage.” “Fake marriage?” Chloe’s panicked expression eased slightly. “Come on Chloe, the wedding’s about to start. Let’s go up,” Ryan said. The officiant stood on stage presiding over the ceremony. Chloe forced a smile back onto her face as she exchanged rings with Ryan and they kissed each other. Just when everything seemed perfect, the doors to the banquet hall were suddenly flung open with a bang. A group of people in black uniforms walked in orderly. Chloe instinctively thought William had come to make trouble. She was just about to put on a smile and confront him when she suddenly froze. Because the ones who entered weren’t William, but a group of uniformed police officers. She immediately panicked and asked, “Officers, we’re all law-abiding citizens. We haven’t done anything wrong, have we?” The lead officer ignored her completely and simply unveiled a document. “Mr. William Miller has filed charges against Ryan Cooper for illegal appropriation of property. The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us.” Chloe was completely flustered. “Officers, what illegal appropriation? That was the wedding fund William gave me. I legally gave it to Ryan.” The officer frowned: “What you call a legal channel is not reasonable in our eyes, and the plaintiff Mr. William Miller does not acknowledge it either.” Chloe argued desperately: “This is just William’s tactic! He’s doing this to ruin my wedding to Ryan!” The officer glared at her coldly: “Miss, please don’t obstruct official duties. Take him away!” As Ryan was taken away, the wedding instantly descended into chaos. Ryan’s relatives loudly gossiped that Ryan’s exorbitant wedding fund had actually come from someone else. How shameless. Chloe’s parents’ faces turned black as the bottom of a pot as they berated Chloe. “You foolish girl, what have you done!” “You gave up a perfectly good golden bachelor to marry a penniless man, and now you’ve lost everything!” Chloe calmed down. “Mom, this is William’s way of forcing me to comply. I’m going to find William now to save Ryan.” She was about to leave when a man blocked her path. “Miss Anderson, this is Mr. Miller’s wedding gift to you.”

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I spent the night partying naked with three models. The next morning, Katerina, the Godmother, shoved a gun into my hand, her face a storm cloud. “Come back to me, or kill me.” But I just smiled and shot her in the leg. “I won’t kill you, but I won’t forgive you either.” Her eyes scarlet, she collapsed onto the ground, watching as the models and I walked away. All because for ten years, as her right-hand man, I’d helped her seize territory, only for her to choose to marry some college boy instead of keeping her promise to marry me. My crew couldn’t wrap their heads around it, all of them outraged on my behalf. “Sean Murphy fought by your side to build this empire, he was your most effective weapon. Weren’t you always proudest of him? Why are you marrying someone else now?” Katerina snuffed out her cigarette, absently tracing the matching silver ring she wore with Lucas. “Sean? A man whose hands are stained with blood. Every time I think of sharing a bed with him, it makes me sick. How could he ever compare to my darling Lucas?” “But Sean is incredibly shrewd. What if he finds out and breaks ties with you?” Katerina frowned, scoffing. “The entire East Coast is mine now. What’s one man? Do you think the territory will just disappear without him?” Little did she know, I’d heard every word from just outside the door. Tossing the healing salve I’d meant to give her into the trash, I immediately messaged Veronica, her sworn enemy. “Want Katerina’s territory? And her life? They’re yours!”

I was about to arrange a speedboat to leave the island when Katerina tracked me down. “A critical shipment is arriving the day after tomorrow. You’ll need to personally dispatch some of your guys to handle the reception. And clear out your house, I need it!” She commanded in a stern, low voice, but all I felt was a bitter amusement. To marry Lucas, she truly didn’t care if I lived or died. Even if it meant Veronica striking at her stronghold, she’d still send me to risk my life to bring that pretty boy back. She really was crazy in love, wasn’t she? Need my house? Wouldn’t that be for Lucas to live in? I coldly grunted in response. Seeing my flat reaction, Katerina frowned in annoyance. “What’s with the attitude? We haven’t gone public with our relationship because the situation is unstable. Veronica is watching closely, and I can’t let my crew drop their guard just for you.” “Right now, your most important task is to help me escape Veronica’s siege.” Katerina always treated me this way. I used to think it was her way of protecting me, so I fought tooth and nail, strategizing and negotiating tirelessly for her. But now, it all just felt absurd. I placed the speedboat dispatch order in front of her. “No attitude. I’m used to it.” Katerina sensed something was off. A flicker of impatience crossed her eyes, and her pen even tore through the paper as she signed. “Sean! What’s with the sour face again? All I’m asking for is your house! Everything on this island belongs to me, Sean. Even your life. So what makes you think I can’t boss you around?” She tossed the paper in my face. “From now on, don’t bother me with trivial matters like island procurement. I don’t have time for you…” Knowing she’d misunderstood, I didn’t explain. I gave a perfunctory nod, then pushed open the door and left. Looking at the speedboat that would soon be mine, I smiled, a sense of relief washing over me. I’d been with Katerina in this criminal enterprise for ten years. We grew up together, partners I trusted with my life, and even the most intimate of lovers. I’d always dreamed of marrying her. She’d even hinted that once she controlled the entire East Coast, she’d give me what I wanted. But now, I finally realized the truth. It was just my delusional fantasy, and her lie, woven from her exploitation of my feelings. Now, she was marrying someone else. That evening, a squad of heavily armed mercenaries escorted Lucas onto the island. He wore a white tuxedo, his seemingly innocent eyes brimming with smug triumph. “Mr. Murphy has worked hard for the Godmother for over a decade. He’s earned his stripes.” “I’ll definitely get her to promote you, and introduce you to a few more models. A gentleman’s personal life shouldn’t be neglected, right?” “Unlike the Godmother, who can’t wait another minute. She’s marrying me tomorrow. Oh, it’s just…” I tightened my grip on the gun, barely suppressing the urge to blow his brains out. “Let’s go.” I swept him with a cold glance and started to walk away. But Lucas blocked me, pulling a diary from his bag. He gave me a sly grin. “These are all the love notes the Godmother wrote about missing me over the years. It’s too heavy for my bag, so would you mind tossing it for me, Mr. Murphy?” With that, he strutted off. I faced the cold wind whipping against the rocks, my hands trembling as I opened the diary. April 12, 2024: When I risked my life to get her out of that ambush, she wrote: “Lucas, if I survive this, I’ll marry you.” August 5, 2023: When I found out Veronica had ambushed her during a business trip, I stormed the enemy camp alone with two pistols to rescue her. She wrote: “Darling, you smell so good today.” January 24, 2021: When she was arrested by the police, and I decided to take the fall for her, she wrote: “If it were you, I’d never let you suffer like this.” Every word in that diary was a knife twisting in my gut, a raw wound bleeding profusely as if my heart had been ripped out. How many times had I begged Katerina to marry me? She would always kiss my forehead. “Sean, just wait for me.” “I have too many enemies. I’m afraid I haven’t cleared enough obstacles for you. Once I control the entire East Coast, I’ll marry you, okay?” But countless times, my pleas were met with nothing but excuses. Finally, a message popped up on my phone. Two short, powerful words that left no room for retreat. “Deal!” Tapping my phone screen, I still couldn’t resist confirming a few things, so I asked the other side: “August 5, 2023, you were the one who ambushed Katerina, right?” The reply was instant, every word dripping with indignation: “I’m totally innocent, damn it!” “Seriously? So that’s why you chased me for nine blocks with two pistols? It wasn’t me, I swear!” I scoffed at myself. Turns out, Katerina saw me as nothing more than a clown, someone to be toyed with. If that was the case, why should I stay here and let them laugh at me?

After finalizing the details of the rendezvous with Veronica, I walked back, only to overhear Katerina talking with her crew by the yacht. “Godmother, Lucas’s tuxedo has arrived. It’s the bespoke one you bid on at the auction.” “But what if Sean throws a fit and exposes our hideout? We could all be taken down…” Katerina shrugged it off. “I love Lucas, and I’ll only marry him. Tomorrow’s wedding must be peaceful. I won’t allow any mishaps.” “Not even from Sean. I’ll make sure he stays quiet.” “Also, keep your mouths shut. If I hear even a whisper, I’ll feed you to the fish!” Even though I’d already decided to leave, hearing the woman I once loved speak of deceiving me, reducing me to nothing, still left a searing pain in my chest. Back in my room, I packed my things. Aside from my passport and other documents, I looked at the room full of weapons and realized Katerina had never given me anything. She’d only ever thrown weapons at me, telling me to protect her. I’d once asked her for a watch or cufflinks, but she’d said: “Sean, even with a Rolex, you won’t look like you belong in high society. Don’t waste good things.” Yet Lucas’s luggage contained an entire carload of designer clothes and jewelry. Why could he have it all, and I couldn’t? I rummaged through the closet, found my only decent suit buried deep within, put on dress shoes, and tidied my hair. Just then, Lucas barged into my room without knocking. “Sean, you saw the diary, right? The Godmother’s favorite…” His words caught in his throat. He stopped, staring at me, my freshly styled appearance making him pause. When he recovered, he scowled, scoffing. “I thought you’d at least have some dignity and leave when you realized the Godmother didn’t love you.” “But you’re still trying to get her attention? How shameless!” He lunged at me, trying to grab me, but his movements were clumsy, and I easily blocked his hand. “Sean! If you touch me, the Godmother will never let you get away with it!” Lucas shrieked. I crossed my arms. “Thanks for the compliment. I certainly look better than you.” The next second, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face. “Mr. Murphy, I was wrong. I was clueless, wanting to marry the Godmother. Just please don’t ruin the wedding, you can hit me however you want!” Confused, I suddenly felt a powerful kick aiming at me. “Sean! Are you deaf? How dare you lay a hand on Lucas!” Katerina’s furious kick. If it had connected, I’d have been seriously injured. So, what exactly was I to her? Just a loyal hound she kept? A punching bag to toss aside once she’d used me up? I barely managed to dodge it, but my ankle twisted awkwardly, and I winced, forcing myself to look at her through the pain. Katerina quickly helped Lucas up, her piercing gaze falling on me. She looked at my appearance, her eyes softening ever so slightly, but her words remained ice cold. “Sean, no matter how neatly you dress up, you won’t ever be half as good as Lucas in my eyes.” Lucas sniffled, holding Katerina’s hand. “Godmother, Mr. Murphy forced it out of me. I couldn’t keep the secret. I’m so sorry…” Katerina pulled him into a hug, her voice softening. “It’s just a small thing, darling. No one blames you.” I gave a bitter laugh. Only moments ago, she’d ordered her crew to guard the wedding details like state secrets, but once Lucas spilled the beans, it was suddenly “no big deal.” He was utterly fearless around her, completely spoiled rotten. And me? Was I just a fool? “So you’re really marrying him?” I drilled my eyes into Katerina. I desperately wanted to know how she’d explain herself. I’d expected her to at least feel guilty, to panic, to beg me to let go of the past and accept their union. But Katerina merely frowned, unfazed. “Yes, the wedding is tomorrow. You’re allowed to attend, but don’t cause any trouble. Sean, don’t force me to deal with you.” In that instant, my last shred of hope for Katerina shattered. It wasn’t that it wasn’t the right time for marriage, it was just not the right time with me. When it came to Lucas, all the talk of tight situations and being under siege was no longer an obstacle. She could even condescendingly invite me to their wedding, completely unconcerned. How could a person be so heartless? I fought back the burning in my eyes, gritting my teeth. “Get out…” But Lucas pushed his luck. “Godmother, I don’t know many people here. I’d love for Mr. Murphy to be our groomsman, but I’m afraid to offend him…” Seeing her beloved beg so cautiously, Katerina’s expression softened. She turned to me. “Sean, since you already know we’re getting married, being a groomsman shouldn’t be a big deal, right? You won’t mind?” “I don’t want to see either of you! Get out!” My fury finally erupted. I grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and chased them out the door. “Get out!” Slamming the door shut, I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. As I struggled, my phone screen suddenly lit up. It was a message from Veronica.

I clicked on the message, annoyed, but then froze. “That suit really suits you.” “Take off your shoes and treat that ankle.” I was surprised she knew my ankle was bothering me. Treat it? Just then, a drone flew to the window, dangling a small box. I opened it to find a perfectly tailored red suit jacket and a small bottle of pain relief spray. So she’d known about Katerina’s hideout all along, but hadn’t made a move. I really had found the right ally. After spraying the medicine as directed, I was about to go wash up when Katerina returned. She held a tube of ointment in her hand. “Don’t move, I’ll take care of it.” It seemed to be raining outside; her shoulders were a little damp, but she dried her hands first before carefully massaging my ankle. I was always incredibly sensitive to pain. When I first started fighting for Katerina, even a minor scrape would make me wince. Whenever I got hurt, no matter if her own face was bruised, she would always stay by my side, letting me grip her arm as I endured the pain. Those years, though dangerous, felt secure. But I don’t know when, her presence by my bed vanished. Later, I suffered countless injuries, big and small, but she never gave them a second glance. Now I wasn’t afraid of pain anymore, yet she suddenly came to care for me again. Was it a guilty conscience? Katerina’s apologetic voice drifted to me: “Sean, you’ve lost weight. I’m sorry for neglecting you lately.” “I didn’t tell you about the wedding because I was afraid you’d overthink it. Lucas saved my life, and he’s being hunted because of me. I have to protect him.” “But don’t worry, I won’t touch him. I only love you. Once Veronica is dealt with, I’ll clean everything up, and then we can be together, okay?” She massaged my ankle, and my gaze was fixed on the wedding ring on her ring finger. I looked at her, my eyes filled with despair, and asked: “Katerina, after all these years, did you ever love me?” She paused, then knelt and pulled me into a hug, her voice incredibly gentle. “Yes, I do. I only love you, Sean.” Then, she held a glass of milk to my lips, her eyes soft. “Here, drink some milk and get some rest. If you want to go to the wedding tomorrow, go. I won’t stop you.” But I tasted it. Something had been added to the milk. Enough to knock someone out for a whole day. My throat felt constricted, making it almost impossible to breathe. She was still lying to me, just so Lucas could marry her tomorrow without a hitch. So, her “keeping quiet” meant this. I drank all the milk, a single tear tracing a cold path down my cheek. My heart was as cold as ice. Katerina smiled, a truly genuine smile. I closed my eyes under her gentle gaze. But she didn’t know that after years of fighting for her, suffering sleepless nights, I’d developed a tolerance for these kinds of drugs. A while later, Lucas’s grumbling voice, filled with annoyance, sounded outside the door: “Godmother, you’ve been gone so long, I thought you weren’t coming back tonight!” Katerina’s voice was laced with a laugh, as if she’d just kissed him. “How could I? He’s just a useful shield. Veronica is still watching me, and having him nearby is helpful.” “Veronica is cautious because of him, she won’t go for the kill with me.” Lucas whined. “Stop moving your hands… ugh, you’re annoying~” “Hmm, I just love annoying you…” Katerina’s voice deepened. The sound of rustling fabric followed, as the two of them started getting intimate outside my door. My heart felt like it was being repeatedly crushed by a blunt object, a soul-wrenching agony. I had always been unconditionally obedient to Katerina. Yet she had never shown me such fervent love. “Sean, can you go see my lawyer?” “Sean, my conflict with Veronica has escalated, come support me.” And I would always agree to her every demand, even if it meant risking my life. Finally, they left. I didn’t sleep a wink all night.

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I was getting my car serviced at Serena’s auto club. When they were done, I told the staff, “Just charge it to Serena’s account.” The employee nodded, about to process it, but a male manager I didn’t recognize blocked him. “We don’t do tabs here. Payment is due on the spot.” With that, he slapped the bill down in front of me. Premium Detailed Diagnostic Fee: $80,000 Exhaust System Acoustic Charm Optimization: $100,000 Engine Spiritual Balance Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I actually laughed. When did Serena start running such a scam? The manager, Brandon, crossed his arms, sizing me up with disdain. “Always trying to freeload under Serena’s name. I’ve seen countless poor relatives like you. If you can’t afford it, don’t try to act like you’re rich.” Without another word, I pulled out my phone and called Serena. “You have ten minutes to get him out of here. Otherwise, there’s no point in keeping this place open.” “Eleanor, isn’t this… a misunderstanding?” On the other end, Serena’s voice was laced with guilt and panic. “Misunderstanding?” My voice instantly chilled. “Do I look like someone who stirs up drama for no reason? I’m not calling to discuss, I’m calling to tell you to handle your people, immediately!” Serena seemed taken aback by my tone. She quickly tried to appease me, “Eleanor, don’t get mad. Just give the phone to Brandon. I’ll ask him exactly what’s going on.” I snorted and handed the phone to Brandon. He pursed his lips, reluctantly taking the call. “Didn’t I tell you already? You need to cut ties with these freeloading relatives. All they do is use your name to get benefits. This time is even crazier, finishing the service and then trying to skip out on the bill.” Serena seemed to be explaining something on the phone, but Brandon wouldn’t let her finish. “Alright, stop talking. I know you’re soft-hearted and care about family, always dragging your feet. I’ll be the bad guy today!” He hung up, tossed the phone back to me, his chin held high. “Hear that? Serena can’t be bothered with your nonsense. Stop stalling. It’s $280,500 total, but we’ll round it down, just $280,000!” “Cash, card, or transfer? Make it quick, or I’ll call security to escort you out right now!” Brandon deliberately emphasized “escort,” making his threat crystal clear. Brandon’s shamelessness and stupidity made me laugh again, but this time it was bitter. In all these years, no one had dared to be so arrogant in front of me. Just then, the VIP room door burst open, and Serena rushed in. She hurried over, a fake, plastered smile on her face. “Oh, Eleanor, look at this mess. Brandon, he’s just too particular about things. Please don’t take it to heart.” Before I could speak, Brandon bristled like a cat with its tail stepped on. “Serena, aren’t I doing this for your own good? Should I just let shady characters use your name to freeload and ruin the business? Will that make you happy?” Brandon wrapped an arm around Serena’s waist, shooting me a defiant look at the same time. Seeing this, I’d be a fool not to understand. I wondered why Brandon, just a manager, could be so arrogant. Turns out he had backup. As if to confirm my suspicions, Serena forced a smile and played the emotional card. “Eleanor, Brandon is my boyfriend. We’re getting engaged next month. We’ll all be family soon, always seeing each other. I’ll pay this bill, okay?” “No need!” I coldly refused. Serena’s attitude sent a chill down my spine. If I hadn’t pitied her, my cousin, she’d still be pounding the pavement at job fairs. The design, renovation, operational plans, network resources, even the startup capital for this auto club – I provided support for every single aspect. But I’d been mindful of her pride back then, so I never personally showed my face. That’s why she had no idea I was the real investor. Yet now, for the sake of this short-sighted, nasty man, she was turning on me. In that case, I didn’t need to show any mercy.

$280,000? That’s less than what I spend on a casual day. What infuriated me wasn’t the money, it was Serena’s ungrateful actions! “The money, I can pay!” The moment I finished speaking, a triumphant smile spread across Brandon’s face. Serena also visibly relaxed, as if the whole ordeal was finally over. “But…” My tone shifted abruptly, my voice rising sharply. “You need to clearly explain this $280,000 bill to me, item by item, every single charge!” Brandon immediately pulled out a pre-prepared bill, reading it aloud with a boastful, mocking tone. “First, the Premium Detailed Diagnostic Fee. Our club uses a German original imported analyzer, and it’s operated by an expert with ‘International Artisan Certification.’ It took three hours to complete the inspection, so the diagnostic fee is naturally charged according to international standards.” “Also, your car’s exhaust had some strange vibrations affecting its acoustic beauty. We performed an ‘Italian Opera Tenor Resonance Chamber’ style upgrade, making the exhaust sound like Pavarotti’s voice—rich and powerful, greatly increasing its value.” I almost thought I misheard him. The three business partners who came with me visibly twitched at the corners of their mouths, and even Serena awkwardly lowered her head. But he wasn’t done yet; Brandon’s claims grew even more outrageous. “Finally, our technicians found your car’s turbocharger lacked balance. This isn’t a common issue; it requires a Swiss precision calibrator used in a vacuum environment, with remote guidance from HQ experts, to perform a spiritual dynamic balance calibration, ensuring the turbo and engine achieve soul-level harmony.” “What’s that called? That’s called unique, top-tier service, understand?” “In short, our Coastline Auto Club has clear pricing, no hidden fees. It’s just that you’re out of your league, you’ve never seen the world, so you’re making a fuss!” His last sentence was full of blatant contempt and humiliation. My friend, Ms. Harper, couldn’t listen anymore. She stood up to mediate. “Eleanor, it’s getting late. Why don’t we leave? I’ll cover this bill.” I raised my hand, firmly stopping her. By now, what had started was no longer just about money. I had brought my business partners here to introduce Serena to my network and get my car serviced, only to be publicly humiliated by Brandon. Forcing down my anger, I turned to my three business partners and apologized sincerely. “My deepest apologies for making you witness such a ridiculous scene and spoiling your mood. As a token of my regret, I’ll book ‘The Pinnacle Club’ this Saturday and host a new dinner for you all.” Almost the instant I finished speaking, my friends’ phones began to buzz with appointment confirmations and notifications from ‘The Pinnacle Club.’ Ms. Harper, who had just offered to pay for me, now looked utterly shocked and thrilled. They were all successful in their own right, but in the truly top-tier circles, they weren’t well-connected. ‘The Pinnacle Club’ was a legendary, private members-only establishment frequented by VIPs, not open to the public. You couldn’t get in with money alone. And yet, I could arrange it with a single message. At that moment, any lingering doubts they had about me completely vanished. Their eyes, as they looked at me, were now filled with undeniable respect. I walked my friends to the club entrance and watched their cars drive away. The moment their taillights disappeared, the smile vanished from my face, replaced by a cold fury. I turned around, ready to go back and clean house. But Brandon, flanked by two burly security guards, blocked the lobby entrance. “Stop right there!” Brandon yelled, pointing a finger at my nose and cursing. “You think you can just sneak away? No chance! You’re not stepping foot out of this building until that money is paid!” The two guards stepped forward, encircling me menacingly. I paused, silently observing this utterly absurd scene. Being held hostage and demanded to pay a non-existent debt, right in a place I owned. It was truly laughable.

At the auto club’s main entrance, Brandon’s shrill voice attracted a crowd of curious customers in the lobby. They stared openly, their glances full of undisguised contempt, falling directly on me. It was as if I truly was some cheap skate trying to run out on a bill. “Someone actually dares to freeload at Coastline Club? Must have a death wish!” “Tsk, tsk. Dressed so well, but doing something so disgraceful…” “If you can’t afford it, don’t come to Coastline! So embarrassing.” Being publicly pointed at and humiliated like this made my anger surge to my head. Serena, nearby, was pale, cold sweat beading on her forehead. “Brandon… maybe just let it go…” She tugged at Brandon’s sleeve, her voice faint, seemingly wanting to persuade him not to go too far. Brandon glared, his eyes wide, snapping back, “Serena, can’t you show some backbone? The money’s almost in our hands, and you’re pushing it away? We need to squeeze every last penny out of people like her!” Serena trembled, swallowing the words she was about to say, shrinking back and daring not to speak. Her spinelessness fueled my anger, and my disappointment in her became complete. With a cold expression, I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. “Chris, get $500,000 in cash from the car. Bring it to the main entrance immediately.” Before long, Chris arrived, carrying a heavy, silver suitcase, walking quickly. I motioned for him to open the case. With a “click,” the lid sprang open, revealing stacks of hundred-dollar bills neatly packed inside, an incredibly powerful visual. A chorus of gasps instantly filled the air, and all chatter ceased. Brandon’s eyes were practically glued to the money! He clearly hadn’t expected that I, the “freeloader” he’d called me, could so casually produce $500,000 in cash. “I should’ve charged a million, what a missed opportunity!” Brandon’s eyes darted around, muttering under his breath, as if he’d just lost millions. Staring at the cash in the case, Brandon unconsciously swallowed, his breathing becoming ragged. He reached out, trying to close the case. “Thought you were smart, eh? $280,000 from here will settle the service fees. The extra $220,000 will be for the emotional distress you caused to our club’s reputation!” “Hold on.” I put my hand on the case lid, stopping him. Brandon instantly grew wary: “What? Trying to back out?” “You can take the money,” I stared at him, my gaze sharp. “But you must sign a receipt, clearly written in black and white.” Serena, beside me, flinched, finally realizing that the situation had spiraled far beyond her control. She rushed forward, grabbing Brandon’s arm, her voice pleading, “Don’t sign it! We can’t take this money, give it back to her quickly.” “Get lost, you useless thing!” Brandon flung her arm away, glaring at her with disgust. “Money in hand, and you want to give it back? Why? She owes this! Sign it, sign it! No one can deny it in black and white. It’s a clean transaction, perfect.” He was completely blinded by greed, unable to listen to any advice. Snatching a pen and paper from a nearby staff member, he scribbled “Brandon” without a second thought, even adding a red thumbprint. “Here!” He tossed the receipt to me, then eagerly snapped the case shut and clutched it tightly to his chest. “Honey, see? I told you I’m good, didn’t I? Half a million dollars! This money is going straight into my secret stash! I’ve been wanting that BMW for ages, but I couldn’t justify it. Now I can finally get it!” Brandon, beaming with pride, hooked his arm through Serena’s, his voice sickeningly sweet. He was completely engrossed in the euphoria of unearned wealth and the anticipation of luxury, a blissful smile plastered across his face. Just as Brandon pulled Serena, ready to leave, the screech of brakes echoed from outside. Three pure black executive cars, emblazoned with the “Coastline” emblem, screeched to a halt at the entrance.

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Four months after we broke up, I called Blake. “I’m pregnant. Do you want this child?” Blake practically recoiled. “We were super careful, Skylar. Don’t try to pin this on me.” I asked again. “You’re sure you don’t want this child, right?” “I don’t.” Blake’s answer was firm. A wave of relief washed over me. Good, one less battle to fight for my child. I was on my own, raising her from day one. Until my daughter turned five. Suddenly, my ex and his best friend were practically fighting over who got to be her dad. It had been six years since I last saw Blake. Honestly, he hadn’t changed much. Still stylish, but his expression was dark, like a storm cloud. “Mom, I’m hungry!” Lily rubbed her tummy. I turned and headed into the kitchen to prepare her some oatmeal. Blake remained frozen in the doorway. Lily finished a big bowl, then turned to look at Blake, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Mom, you two should probably talk it out. I need to do my homework.” She picked up her small backpack. “But just so we’re clear, my custody is non-negotiable.” Those three words – “custody is non-negotiable” – finally hit a raw nerve with Blake. He glared at me, seething. “Skylar, you secretly had my child!” I glanced back at Lily’s closed bedroom door. My daughter was mature for her age, but some things weren’t meant for her ears. Worried the house wasn’t soundproof enough, I simply stepped outside, leading Blake to the stairwell. “Skylar, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Are you trying to get your hands on my family’s fortune by having a child, hoping for a piece of the pie?” Blake sneered. “I’m telling you, it’s not that easy!” I pulled out my phone and played a recording I’d saved for six years. “I’m pregnant. Do you want this child?” “We were super careful, Skylar. Don’t try to pin this on me.” “You’re sure you don’t want this child, right?” “I don’t.” Once it finished, afraid Blake hadn’t heard clearly, I replayed it. He froze, like someone had suddenly cut his mic, his accusatory tone dying in his throat. “I knew this day would come, so I kept my receipts.” I crossed my arms, giving Blake a critical once-over. “Your parents still haven’t made you the heir after all these years. Guess they know you’re not exactly leadership material. You think you have a shot at custody? Please. You’re not even in my league.” Blake slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. I patted Blake’s shoulder. “Just a warning: stay away from my daughter from now on. Otherwise, don’t blame me for calling the cops and reporting you for trying to snatch my kid.” “Why not? I’m her dad!” “Oh? Proof?” “I can do a DNA test!” I looked at him with pity. “Without a court order, a private DNA test means nothing legally.”

Blake left, dragging his feet, clearly furious but with no choice. That evening at dinner, Lily kept sighing dramatically. “Mom, why weren’t you more careful when you picked my dad?” she grumbled. “Were you just blinded by his looks?” “I was too young back then.” I seriously reflected on my past choices. “Will he keep bothering me?” “Hard to say,” I thought for a moment. “He definitely didn’t want kids back then, but what if he’s changed his mind now that he’s older? But how did you even run into Blake?” “I saw him talking to our principal after school today.” Lily didn’t even look up. “I guess they know each other?” The next day, after dropping Lily off at school, I drove to my shop. A few years ago, when Lily was little, I ran a custom baking business from home to make it easier to care for her. Once she got a little older, and I happened to win a decent international baking award, I decided to open this dessert shop. Business has been pretty good these past two years, and I have a stable customer base. I’ve been thinking about opening a second branch. Soon after I arrived at the shop, a middle-aged woman walked in, saying she wanted to order a five-tier birthday cake. “Of course,” I said with a smile, sitting down with her to discuss the details. She wore an elegant green dress and had a very kind smile. Suddenly, the woman asked me, “Are you married?” I smiled and said, “No.” She then asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?” I shook my head again. Then the middle-aged woman beamed. “I’m Mrs. Davies, Blake’s mom! Blake’s single now, too! Would you consider him again?” As soon as she finished speaking, she eagerly pulled out a bracelet and tried to put it on my wrist. Mrs. Davies was incredibly sweet the whole time. She probably worried I’d misunderstand her intentions, so she proactively explained that she just wanted to get close to Lily. “It must be hard for you, raising a child alone. I just want to help.” I wasn’t naive enough to believe Mrs. Davies was as good as she appeared. She was a powerful businesswoman, a force to be reckoned with. The Davies family must have already done a private DNA test and confirmed Lily was Blake’s biological daughter. They had also consulted lawyers, and the chances of winning a custody battle were very low. So they had to settle for a compromise: they wanted joint custody. “Mrs. Davies, I respect my daughter’s feelings,” I said with a smile. “As long as Lily is willing to get close to you all, I won’t object.” Mrs. Davies excitedly said, “Then I’ll arrange a dinner party right away!” I told her I needed to talk to Lily first, respect her feelings. After exchanging contact info, Mrs. Davies smiled brightly and made a call. “Come in. Apologize to Ms. Skylar properly, and thank her too.” Then I saw Blake walk in, looking awkward. He must have been waiting in the car, ready on standby. When he saw me, a flash of smugness crossed his face.

Near dismissal time, I finished up my work and planned to pick Lily up. Blake lingered, saying he wanted to see Lily too. “You should probably lay low around Lily for now.” I told him honestly. “You need to give her some time to process things.” To process that her dad was a handsome but ultimately brainless guy. “Why?” Blake looked genuinely hurt. “I’m tall, handsome, and rich. What could Lily possibly be unhappy about with me?” “Lily prioritizes a man’s inner qualities.” “Skylar, what do you mean by that?” Blake exploded instantly. “Clarify that! You were the one who pursued me first back then!” “Yeah, and now I’m using that life lesson to teach my daughter not to only look at a man’s face, aren’t I?” I hit the gas, not bothering to say another word to Blake. During school dismissal, the school gates were an absolute madhouse. I parked my car in the lot and walked over. Lily was just walking out with her backpack, chatting happily with a classmate. She saw me from a distance and excitedly waved. “Mom! Did the teacher tell you? We have a parent-teacher conference next week!” “Yeah, I saw the announcement in the group chat.” I scooped Lily up in my arms and walked towards the parking lot. She wrapped her arms around my neck, swinging her little legs and humming a happy tune. She was ecstatic! I briefly told Lily about the Davies family’s visit. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, then said, “It’s just dinner, right? Let’s go.” A car horn blared behind us. I quickly pulled Lily closer to the curb. The car drove out from inside the school grounds. The back window was halfway down, and I only caught a glimpse of a young man sitting there. “Mom, that’s our principal! The one I told you was talking to my biological dad before.” “Really?” I was a bit surprised and subconsciously looked again, but I couldn’t get a clear look at the man’s face. Since Lily agreed to meet the Davies family, I didn’t deliberately delay and set the time for the weekend. The location was the Davies’ home. They said it was so Lily could get familiar with the house and feel free to come over and play anytime. Blake and I had dated for a very short time, and we never got to the point of meeting each other’s parents, so this was my first time visiting the Davies’ home. An exclusive gated community, a massive villa spanning over two thousand square feet. But Lily was only six. While she already had a sense of money, in her eyes, this villa was no different from the house back in our old town. She even grumbled that the backyard wasn’t big enough for a proper treehouse, let alone a trampoline. “Lily, hello, I’m Grandpa.” “Sweetheart, I’m Grandma.” Blake’s parents smiled very kindly. Lily wasn’t shy; she greeted them confidently. “Hello, Grandpa and Grandma.” “Oh, you sweet thing, you’re absolutely adorable! Here, these are from Grandpa and Grandma, a little welcome gift.” Gold bracelets, a gold necklace, a diamond tiara, and a wad of cash – they had it all. Lily sweetly thanked Grandpa and Grandma, then said she was afraid of losing them, and handed everything to me. She even specifically reminded me, “Mom, keep them safe for me, okay? They’re precious, because they’re from Grandpa and Grandma’s love!” I knew she just thought they were heavy and a bit much to wear. “Son, I’ve raised you for thirty years, and you finally did something right!” Mrs. Davies dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, telling Blake, “Thank goodness you brought a child into the Davies family. Otherwise, I swear, I never wanted to see you step foot in this house again!” Blake slumped alone on the single sofa, a protest forming on his lips but dying before it could escape. He had dressed up meticulously for the occasion – meticulously styled hair, earrings, necklace, rings – the whole nine yards. But Lily usually hangs out with the retirees in our neighborhood, so her fashion sense is, shall we say, a little old-school. She looked at Blake with clear disdain.

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The night before my SATs, Hugh Reed’s parents died in a house fire. To help him recover, I begged my parents to fund his four years of college. After graduation, we naturally married and had a child, living a life envied by everyone around us. But he secretly bought insurance, orchestrated a fire that killed our entire family. And immediately married another woman. At my funeral, he cursed me with venom in his voice: “You swallowed my family’s fortune and kept me from being Tiffany’s first boyfriend. You deserved to die!” It turned out he had never been grateful to me. He had always hated me. I was reborn, back to the day I first heard about the fire at Hugh Reed’s house. This time, I wouldn’t help him. Hugh’s family lived right above ours, and after less than a year of renovation, our apartment was also completely gutted. Just like in my previous life, Hugh looked at me, his eyes wide with panic. “Alice, my parents are gone. What am I going to do?” A cold, visceral shudder ran through me. I clutched my chest, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn’t believe I had helped such a monster in my last life. I even suffered through a difficult pregnancy for him. “Alice…” Hugh tugged at my arm again. I snapped back to reality, looking into his bottomless eyes. I fought back the words that were desperate to escape my throat: “It’s okay, you still have me, and my parents.” Then, I slowly pulled my hand away. “I was just about to ask you the same thing. My home is gone too, and my dad’s still in the hospital. What am *I* supposed to do?” Hugh froze, his gaze filled with confusion. But before he could pry, he was immediately surrounded by other neighbors, all victims of the fire, demanding answers. “Your parents’ mess, you have to answer for it. You just turned eighteen, Hugh. You’re responsible for what they did. The entire building is a wreck. Either pay for the damages, or go to jail for him!” Hugh, terrified, dropped to his knees. “I’m so incredibly sorry, everyone. But my parents are gone. Can you please let me handle their funeral first before we address your issues? Please…” Other voices chimed in: “Let’s respect the dead. Hugh is still just a kid. His SATs are coming up. This fire wasn’t his fault. Can’t we let him go to the funeral home first?” Hugh looked at the speaker, his eyes overflowing with gratitude. But in my last life, those were *my* words. I had stepped forward, presenting myself as a fellow victim, condemning the neighbors for their selfishness and lack of empathy. I wouldn’t even let them deny Hugh the time to send his parents off. I had even begged my parents to help him arrange his parents’ funeral. While helping him claim insurance for his damaged home, I also insisted they fund his four years of college. My dad initially disagreed, so I threatened to skip my SATs and go on a hunger strike. At the same time, I gave up my spot at an Ivy League university for him, enrolling in a culinary arts program instead. “Hugh has no parents, he needs this opportunity more than I do.” “All I want is to be a good wife to him, a supportive woman behind his success.” My parents were furious, grounding me for days. I had Hugh call the police for me. After the police mediation, Hugh and I went on a trip for a few days, only returning home when our acceptance letters arrived. When I got back, I even showed them my pregnancy test results. What’s done is done. My parents looked resigned. They agreed to fund Hugh’s college education, on the condition that we got married first. Hugh cried tears of gratitude, promising my parents he would repay them someday and treat me well. “Alice, are you okay? Does Hugh need any help?” My mom was finally back. As soon as I heard her voice, I launched myself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I kept repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” My mom’s still-dark bangs fell forward as she bent down to comfort me. “Silly child, the fire wasn’t your fault. It’s just a shame about the apartment we just renovated. Luckily, I bought home insurance last year, and thankfully, your dad is okay. What a blessing…” “It’s just heartbreaking for Hugh. You both have your SATs coming up, and with this happening, I don’t know how he’ll cope. You two grew up together, we should help him as much as we can.” I shrieked, “Don’t help him! Please, *never* help him!” My mom looked at me, startled by my extreme reaction. She quickly felt my forehead for a fever, muttering that I must have been scared senseless. She was right. Ever since I was little, my world revolved around Hugh. I always gave him the best of everything first. Saying something like this now, my mom would never accept it. I quickly explained, “Mom, I’m so worried about Dad. Let’s go see him at the hospital first. Hugh is already eighteen, and he just said he wants to go to the funeral home to send off his parents alone. Let’s respect his wishes.”

My mom and I arrived at my dad’s hospital room. He had moderate carbon monoxide poisoning, his lips still cherry red. Seeing me crying and sniffling, a snot bubble occasionally popping from my nose, he joked weakly, “Now you know to feel bad for your old man, huh? You weren’t this upset when I broke my leg dancing.” Before my exams, I was so stressed I broke out in acne and gained weight. My dad, worried, consulted a colleague in psychology who suggested I get more exercise. But I refused to go for walks, runs, or swims with him and Mom. He got tough and paid two thousand dollars for a dance class, thinking I’d be interested if there were lots of young women dancing there. But I still wouldn’t go. The money was non-refundable, and the membership was about to expire when I was a sophomore. My dad originally wanted my mom to go, but she was always traveling for work, so he had to bite the bullet and go himself. But one day, he was having too much fun and ended up breaking his leg. Back then, I just thought he was embarrassing. I rolled my eyes and cursed him, saying he was a grown man gyrating among young women, making classmates laugh at me. He deserved that fall. Now, overwhelmed with guilt, I could only repeatedly apologize to him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” My parents both thought I was acting strangely and began to shift their thoughts back to our burnt-out home. The atmosphere grew heavy. My mom was usually a worrier, but she was also optimistic and kind. “It’s okay, Robert. Just think of it as a few days off. You’re always rushing around the emergency room. Now you can guilt-free sleep in at the hospital.” “Don’t worry about the house either. Even though it burned down, I bought home insurance the year before last, so we can file a claim. The most important thing is that our family is safe and sound. And I hope our precious daughter, Alice, isn’t too affected by this for her SATs. It’s less than twenty days away, I really don’t want to see her repeat a year.” “As for Hugh, we’ll help him as much as we can. Regardless of whether it was his parents’ fault, they’re gone. The boy shouldn’t have to bear all this, and it shouldn’t affect his SATs either.” “He and Alice are childhood friends. If they can go to the same university, we’ll grit our teeth and help them out.” After my mom finished speaking, my dad looked troubled. “Honey, let’s not go too far. At most, we can help Hugh arrange his parents’ funeral so he can focus on his SATs.” “Anything more is a bottomless pit. Besides, his family is responsible for the fire, we’re victims too. If we don’t seek compensation and instead help them so much, what will the other affected neighbors think? We’ll be ostracized in the neighborhood. We can’t do that.” “And, after working in the emergency room for so many years, I’ve seen too many cases where good intentions backfire, making the helper liable. Like recently, a girl got sick while hiking. Another stranger in the group kindly gave her some cold medicine, but after they got down the mountain, the girl died less than an hour after being admitted to the ER. Later, the deceased girl’s parents sued the girl who gave her the medicine, and I heard she had to pay a hefty sum…” In my last life, when my dad said this, my mom hesitated. “But Hugh and Alice are childhood friends, Robert. Let me think.” But then, I had loudly demanded that my parents see their “good deed” through, threatening a hunger strike and refusing to take my SATs otherwise. Now, I picked up where my mom left off: “Mom, only good friends are called childhood sweethearts. If the relationship is just okay, they’re just regular classmates.” “I used to cling to Hugh a lot when I was little, but now he’s just a regular classmate. The most important thing for me right now is my SATs.” “Besides, Hugh already has someone else he likes at school, and it’s not me.” Hearing me say that, my parents exchanged surprised glances for a few seconds. But realizing my focus was on my SATs, they didn’t ask any more questions. My mom started making arrangements to take me to the hospital cafeteria for dinner. After eating with my dad, my mom drove me back to school. Then, she assessed the damages with the home insurance company and rented an apartment in the next neighborhood for our family to stay in temporarily.

Back at school, my teachers and classmates offered their condolences about the fire, then quickly dispersed. After all, it was a critical time right before the SATs. Every minute counted. I calmed myself down and went to the office to pick up a practice test I’d missed that morning. I started working on it. Reborn, I wasn’t going to a culinary arts program to spend every day cooking for Hugh. I wanted to go to an Ivy League university, to study subjects I was truly passionate about, to read more books, and to see a wider world. I should have done that, and I could have. Hugh returned to school a week later. With only twelve days left until the SATs, most students in the study hall were too focused to even glance at him and Tiffany Blackwood, who was sitting next to him. Tiffany was the beauty from the next class, and Hugh’s “white moonlight” – his unattainable crush. I heard she had been by his side all these days. Good, just as Hugh wished. He would soon become Tiffany’s first boyfriend. Tiffany carried a donation box to the front of the classroom, rallying everyone to donate to Hugh: “With the SATs so close, I didn’t want to bother everyone, but anyone can face hardship. Please, donate your spare change to help Hugh through this difficult time. Our Class Four has already donated. I thank Class Three on his behalf…” After Tiffany finished speaking, she pulled Hugh into a deep bow. The students looked helpless, sympathetic, or just annoyed and wanting to be left alone. They quickly pulled out cash or scanned the QR code to donate. I remained rooted to my seat, not even looking up, continuing to work on my problems. But Tiffany called me out directly: “Alice Hayes, why haven’t you donated? Aren’t you and Hugh childhood neighbors? That’s really heartless, isn’t it?” A bitter laugh escaped me, laced with pure disbelief. I looked up at Tiffany and Hugh. Hugh was staring at me with a resentful expression.

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It had only been a month since we got married when Alexander Thorne got into a car accident. He injured his testicles and lost his fertility from then on. He clung to me, weeping:”Nancy, I can never have children in this life. Let’s just get a divorce.” I immediately assured him I wouldn’t leave him. After all, he was the heir to Thorne Corporation. To spare him from feeling insecure, I quickly underwent a tubal ligation myself. Ten months later, I saw him arm-in-arm with Daisy Miller, the struggling college student I’d been sponsoring. In her arms, she held a baby. Daisy whispered shyly, “What if Nancy finds out we have a child?” Alex scoffed, “So what if she finds out? She’s already had her tubes tied. If she dares to make a fuss, we’ll just say it was an accident. She should be grateful you gave me a child.” Back home, I didn’t storm in like a madwoman to confront Alex. Instead, I calmly retrieved the dashcam footage. The video showed Alex taking Daisy to the hospital on the very afternoon of our wedding day. Inside the car, they embraced passionately. “Alex, I’m really pregnant! To have a baby just like you… I could die happy.” Alex’s eyes crinkled with a smile. He lovingly wrapped his arm around her waist. “Silly girl, I can’t marry you in this lifetime, but all my companies will belong to you and our son. Don’t worry, even if I’m married, I won’t have children with Nancy.” Daisy lifted her small face from his chest, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Alex, Nancy won’t agree to not having children, will she? She’s rich and powerful. If she has kids, won’t our son be bullied by them his whole life?” As she spoke, she buried her face in his chest, her eyes welling up. “I don’t care if Nancy looks down on me, but if our child has to live his entire life under her shadow, I’d be heartbroken.” Alex gently kissed her forehead, then a chilling glint flickered across his face. “She’ll never have children. After our wedding, I’ll stage a car accident, tell her I’m injured, and then get a vasectomy. Your child will be my only child in this life.” Daisy immediately teared up, then lifted her plump lips to meet his. Moments later, ignoring Daisy’s pregnancy, they began a frantic session right there in the car. In that instant, my rage soared. Alex, we came from prominent families, always destined to be together, childhood sweethearts in a way. I never imagined you would scheme against me like this. Well, then I didn’t need to consider our long-standing connection either. As Alex walked in, beaming, my plan was already taking shape.

Alex must have been thoroughly pleased outside; his face was flushed, the lingering lust from his passionate encounter still visible in his eyes. He smiled broadly, pulling out an earring and handing it to me. “Nancy, happy anniversary!” He reached out to pull me into an embrace. In the past, I would have eagerly leaned in, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. But the thought of his lips just having touched that… trash… made me utterly nauseous. I feigned shyness, stepping back two paces. “I’ve prepared a candlelight dinner.” Alex chuckled, pinching my cheek before heading into the bathroom. I immediately grabbed a pack of wet wipes and scrubbed the spot he had touched, going through half the pack. By the time Alex emerged, I had composed myself. I went straight to the point. “Let’s adopt a child. Then, when we’re old, they can inherit our company.” Alex paused, clearly surprised I was willing to adopt. I continued slowly, “You’re close with Director Johnson at the orphanage, aren’t you? Have him keep an eye out for us. If there’s a suitable child, we can adopt them directly.” Alex hesitated, then, after a long moment, he spoke nervously, probing, “Nancy, we agreed to be child-free. Why the sudden change of heart about adopting? After all, it wouldn’t be our biological child. Would you really leave them all your assets?” I smiled sweetly, setting down my wine glass. “Being child-free is good, but I think having a child who can help you with the business when they grow up would be nice.” Seeing my serious demeanor, Alex visibly relaxed. His pathetic act began. “Nancy, I’m so sorry, I…” I immediately shushed him, cutting off his nauseating confession. “We grew up together. As long as you don’t betray me, I’ll dedicate my life to you. But if you were to ever do something to hurt me…” As I spoke, I plunged my fork into the steak, tearing it into tiny pieces with brutal force. Alex’s awkward voice cut through the silence. “No, no, never! Marrying you is my blessing, how could I ever hurt you?” I instantly flashed a perfect smile. “Happy anniversary, honey.”

Alex worked fast. A few days later, he took me to the orphanage. Looking at the newborn baby, barely a month old, I couldn’t help but sneer internally. Alex, this child will drag you straight to hell. Three days after bringing the baby home, I called Daisy. “Daisy, I just adopted a little baby. If you’re not too busy, could you come help me out? I don’t really trust nannies.” Even through the phone, I could hear Daisy’s barely contained euphoria. “Nancy, I’d love to! You treat me like a sister, it’s only right that I help care for my little nephew.” Before I could say another word, Daisy quickly added, “Nancy, I’ll be right over. You can leave our little nephew to me from now on. You just focus on the company.” The call ended with a snap. I smiled, poking the baby’s cheek with a sigh. “Don’t blame me for putting you through this, kid. Your birth is a sin.” Daisy arrived swiftly. As soon as she walked in, she snatched the wailing baby from me, her brows furrowing in genuine concern. “Nancy, why is the baby crying so hard? Is he hungry?” I immediately took the baby back. “He just ate,” I said nonchalantly, “He had seven ounces of formula, and Martha just changed his diaper.” With that, I placed the baby on the sofa. Daisy’s eyes welled up instantly, and she lunged forward, trying to pick up the child. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the master bedroom. “Daisy, come see the room I’ve prepared for you. Oh, and you can’t spoil the baby. If he misbehaves, just give him a few taps. An heir to Thorne Corporation can’t be a spoiled brat. He needs to be tough and disciplined from day one.” “Nancy, Star is still so small. You should wait until he’s older to train him, or he might get sick,” Daisy stammered awkwardly. Star? My head buzzed. Star. That was the name Alex and I picked for our future child right after we got engaged. That night, after our engagement party, Alex and I watched the stars on the rooftop. He said if we ever had a son, we’d name him Star. Back then, at eighteen, Alex must have loved me. But with Daisy’s appearance, he gave all our hopes and promises to her. How could you, Alex, give the beautiful name I chose for our child to that woman’s bastard child? You truly are cold-blooded and heartless. My hand slipped. With a splash, the baby fell into the basin, choking and wailing instantly. Daisy completely lost it. She snatched the baby, screaming “Baby, baby!” and bolted out of the bathroom. Alex returned quickly. Seeing Daisy trembling and clutching the baby, her face etched with pain, he immediately rushed to put his arm around her. But then he saw me walking out of the bathroom with a mocking smirk, and he quickly dropped his hand. “Nancy, how could you be so careless? You were giving him a bath, and you let him fall into the water? How can you be a mother like this? If you can’t handle it, let Daisy take care of him. She’s more attentive.” I stared at Alex’s furious face, tossing the towel aside. My voice was chilling. “Alex, this child isn’t even mine biologically. If I don’t personally raise him, how could I ever develop any affection for him?” I cast a scornful glance at Daisy. Go ahead, throw a tantrum now. I bet Alex and Daisy wouldn’t dare. My family’s freely provided patents and massive funding? He wouldn’t give that up. We’d signed an agreement back during our engagement: if he ever betrayed me, the Davies family could withdraw funding and reclaim patent usage rights at any time, with all profits going to me. Alex frowned at me, his eyes filled with disgust. He was about to speak when Daisy shrieked. “Alex, look at Star, what’s wrong with him? His forehead is burning hot!” Only then did I notice the baby’s face was beet red, his body convulsing. Alex’s expression turned to panic. He no longer cared about arguing with me. He rushed out, clutching Daisy and the baby. His urgent shouts echoed in the yard. “Robert, get the car ready, quick! The little master is sick, we need to get to the hospital immediately!”

The engine roared, then a thick plume of exhaust rose as the car sped away, a clear sign of the driver’s desperation. I leisurely smoothed my hair, changed into a fresh outfit, and drove my Cullinan towards my parents’ home. My brother, Andrew, was surprised to see me. “Well, look who it is, the busiest woman in the city! What brings you home, trying to steal one of my deals?” I silently walked to the sofa and sank into it, then rubbed my throbbing forehead. Just a few days had felt like more than everything I’d experienced in my previous twenty years combined. Dad also came out. Seeing my pale face, he immediately asked what was wrong. Rubbing my forehead, I recounted how Alex had tricked me into being child-free, cheated on me with the student I sponsored, and fathered a love child. My father immediately flew into a rage, ready to confront Alex and demand an explanation from his father. I quickly stopped my furious father and called back my brother. “Dad, Andy, what good would it do to teach him a lesson? He’d just cry and apologize. Even if I didn’t forgive him and divorced him, he’d still be the high-and-mighty CEO of Thorne Corporation. But how would that mend the hurt he’s caused me?” Dad and Andy looked at me, perplexed. “Nancy, you’ve always been strong-willed. Tell us your plan. Dad will support you no matter what.” Andy nodded gravely. I smiled, gratified. I wasn’t some disfavored girl like Daisy. I was my parents’ and brother’s cherished princess. The shares of Davies Group had always been split evenly between me and Andy; I had just always let him manage them. I opened my phone and showed Dad the video recorded by the hidden camera. On our wedding anniversary, the day I discovered Alex’s betrayal, I decisively swapped the custom watch I’d bought him for a pair of diamond cufflinks embedded with a tiny camera. That very evening, I clasped them onto his wrist, telling him they symbolized me always being his right-hand woman, and warning him not to take them off, or else it meant he despised me. Alex, feeling guilty, naturally wore them obediently. In the video, Alex was driving wildly, while Daisy sobbed beside him. “Alex, I don’t want to give our baby to that evil woman! She’s deliberately trying to hurt him!” “She can’t have children herself, so she’s twisted. If you make me give our baby to her again, I’ll take him and leave!” Alex’s grim voice cut through. “Daisy, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to our baby. I’m going to create some issues with the overseas project and send her abroad to deal with it. Then you can openly bring up the baby at home.” Daisy continued to sob, pressing her face tightly against the baby, speaking in anguish. “So what? At most, she’ll be gone for six months, a few months. She’ll still come back, won’t she? Then she’ll still be able to mistreat the baby however she wants!” She clutched Alex’s arm tightly, crying piteously. “Alex, this is your only child! You can’t just watch that evil woman harm him, can you?” Alex didn’t speak for a long time. Then, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, “Daisy, just give me a little more time. I’ll make Nancy leave with nothing. Then we’ll be a complete family.” The car arrived at the hospital. I couldn’t bear to watch their affectionate display any longer and clicked stop. “Dad, since he’s heartless, we don’t need to be honorable either. Let’s make Alex lose his reputation and everything he has. That would truly do justice to his meticulous scheming.” With that, I transferred the hidden camera footage to my father’s and brother’s phones, allowing them to monitor Alex’s every move. Alex wouldn’t disappoint me. But the harder he schemed, the harder he would fall. Sure enough, the next day, Alex apologized, telling me there were issues with an overseas project and asking me to handle it. I pretended ignorance, quickly packed my bags, and flew abroad, giving him ample room to make his move. I leisurely dealt with the problems, watching videos of Alex and Daisy frolicking in my bed, seeing their disgraceful traces left from the living room to the bathroom, watching them laughing with their son, a happy, sweet family of three. Of course, I also saw what I wanted to see. A month later, on the Thorne Corporation’s anniversary, Dad called to inform me. “Nancy, you can come back now. All the evidence has been collected.”

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My husband Ryder’s younger brother died in an accident, and Ryder faked his own death and impersonated him. Just so he could sleep with his brother’s wife. After I recognized him, he coldly pushed me away. “I’m not Ryder. I’m Ronan. I know you’re sad about my elder brother’s death, but you can’t mistake me for him!” He shielded the seemingly delicate Serena, pushed me into the ice-cold river, and warned me not to harbor any foolish delusions. My five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn’t want her, and was locked in the old barn to “reflect,” starved for three days and three nights. My daughter and I were driven out of the house and froze to death in the heavy snow. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my husband Ryder impersonated his brother. This time, I didn’t expose him. Instead, I told his commanding officer in the military: “My husband is dead. Please strip him of his military status!” “I never expected my older brother to have such a sudden accident…” Ryder’s eyes were red, and he looked at me with a mournful expression. Watching Ronan’s body being carried in, I cried uncontrollably. He and Ryder looked exactly alike. No one suspected Ryder had swapped identities with him. After crying for a while, I wiped my tears and said, “The body can’t be kept for long. Let’s quickly send it for cremation and hold a grand funeral for my husband.” Ryder immediately nodded in agreement, even more eager than I was to destroy the evidence. I watched him move the body, noticing a thin, long scar between his thumb and forefinger. In my previous life, it was this scar that confirmed the one alive was Ryder. This time, I pretended not to see anything. Last life, Ryder and Ronan went out for disaster relief. Ronan accidentally injured the back of his head and died on the spot. Ryder, desperate to marry Serena, didn’t hesitate to abandon his position as a Major, impersonating Ronan. Outsiders couldn’t recognize Ryder’s deliberate imitation and were easily fooled. But as his wife, who lived with him day in and day out, I recognized Ryder at a glance. I frantically questioned him, asking why he was impersonating his brother and abandoning our daughter and me. Ryder, however, looked indifferent, flatly denied it, and violently pushed me away. “I know you’re sad about my older brother’s death, but you can’t mistake me for him!” I was incredulous, kept questioning him, but Ryder pushed me into the ice-cold river in the dead of winter. He stood on the bank, shielding Serena, and watched me struggle with cold indifference. “I won’t let you hurt my wife!” Serena hid behind him, calling me a worthless slut who was trying to steal her man right after my husband died. I had a high fever for three days and three nights, with only my five-year-old daughter by my side. She cried, asking Ryder why Daddy didn’t acknowledge her. Ryder, however, said she was making things up at my instigation, and immediately locked her in the old barn to “reflect.” It took me three days to crawl out of hell, and my daughter had also been starved for three days and three nights. Ryder’s mother then cursed me, calling me a whore, blaming me for her son’s death. She threw my daughter and me out of the house, not giving us a single penny. I desperately knocked on the door in the snowy night, begging Ryder to save our daughter. But only his cold voice came through: “Layla, you’re crazy to mistake me for my older brother. If you can’t face reality, stay away from me.” My daughter and I had nowhere to go. Cold and hungry in the depths of winter, we eventually froze to death on the street. Thinking of these things, a fire burned in my heart. I wished I could drag that whole family down with me. Watching Ryder eagerly send his brother’s body for cremation, I thought coldly. Since you want to be with Serena forever, I’ll grant your wish. Be Ronan for the rest of your life.

Ryder acted quickly. Before long, the body was cremated, and he returned with an urn of ashes. A funeral hall had already been set up at home, and neighbors who heard the news came to help. Seeing a perfectly healthy person reduced to a black and white photo and an urn of ashes, everyone sighed. My face was pale and haggard from the experiences of my previous life, making me truly look like a heartbroken woman whose husband had died. Ryder, meanwhile, wrapped his arm around Serena and told me, “Serena just found out she’s pregnant. It’s not good for her to be in the funeral hall; she might get sick. She doesn’t need to be here.” He carefully helped Serena sit down, his face full of tenderness. I ignored their intimate display, but Serena spoke to me. “You don’t have a man in your house. In the future, you’ll inevitably need favors from Ronan. You can’t just take advantage, can you?” Her eyes were full of greed, trying to extract benefits from me with empty promises. Ryder also chimed in, “Don’t you still have some gold bracelets and earrings? Why not give them to Serena as a subsidy?” “You’re just one woman; you don’t need such precious things.” I looked up sharply, staring intensely at him. Those were the only keepsakes my mother had saved her whole life and left to me before she passed away. How dare he! Ryder, however, felt no guilt, making his demands self-righteously. “You don’t wear jewelry when you do housework or farm work. Giving them to Serena would make good use of them.” “Also, my brother asked me to handle some things for him before he died. Give me all the money he left in the house.” I was silent for a few seconds, then covered my face and started to cry. “There’s no money left. Ryder’s money was all used up long ago, even my dowry went to him. I don’t have any money now.” Ryder said anxiously, “That’s impossible! My brother clearly said he had over five hundred dollars!” I was fearless: “He was lying, feeling embarrassed about not having money, just trying to save face.” “Ronan, your brother is gone. You’re the only man left in the family. If you don’t help me and still demand money, are you trying to kill my child and me?!” These words were naturally false, but Ryder couldn’t refute them. The neighbors around listened and looked at me with pity, urging Ryder to help his sister-in-law. Ryder’s face darkened: “My older brother said he had five hundred dollars; it absolutely can’t be wrong.” I sneered, got up, and brought out all of Ryder’s things. “Ryder only left these broken old things. I’ll burn them for him right in front of you, so you won’t have to keep thinking about them.” I dragged over a metal basin used for burning, threw Ryder’s documents and letters into it, and lit his clothes on fire too. Ryder instinctively tried to stop me, then stopped, his face black. When I threw the things he had given me into the basin, he finally couldn’t hold back. “These are all things he gave you! What do you mean by burning them all?” My voice choked: “The person is gone. These inanimate objects have no meaning left.” “Moreover, you’re pressing me so hard. The moment he died, you started asking me for money. I want to ask Ryder where he had any money left for me!” I spoke with tears and extreme sorrow, causing everyone to sigh with emotion. Ryder’s face was ashen, and he could only watch me burn all his belongings. Back in the room, my daughter Lily opened her big eyes and asked me confusedly. “Mommy, that was Daddy, why does everyone say he’s Uncle?”

My heart ached. Even my daughter knew that was Ryder, yet he never admitted it, hardening his heart against his own child. I hugged my daughter tightly, trying hard to control my tears. “Lily, sweetie, that’s not Daddy. Daddy has left us.” That day, I immediately went to the military base to see the commanding officer, handed him the death certificate to report the death, and requested that Ryder’s military status be revoked. The commander said, “I also heard about Major Ryder’s sacrifice and deeply regret it.” “You are his family, and the organization will try its best to approve any requests you have.” I didn’t hesitate, speaking the idea I had considered for a long time. “I want to find a job on the military base, just enough to support my daughter and me.” The commander was a bit surprised: “It will be very hard on the base, and you’ll have to leave home. Have you thought this through?” This was my goal. I nodded firmly. The process was quickly completed. Not only was Ryder’s military status revoked, but I was also given a pension and funeral expenses. Back home, Ryder’s mother was sitting in the yard. Seeing me come in, she spoke sharply. “The whore is back? Her man’s dead, and she’s still out gallivanting all day. My son was truly unlucky to marry a wife like you.” Lily sat on the ground, sobbing with her head down, shelling corn. Her little hands were covered in blisters, some of them broken, red and swollen. Anger flared in my heart again, and I immediately picked up my daughter. “Lily is only five! Can’t you see her hands are all broken?!” Ryder’s mother put her hands on her hips and spat viciously: “You cheap slut, you haven’t given our family a child, and you dare talk back.” “You two outsiders, you don’t work but you expect free food?” I sneered: “Since my husband is dead anyway, I’ll just leave. I won’t take advantage of your family.” Saying that, I turned to leave, but Ryder’s mother wasn’t happy. She rushed over to block me. “If you leave, who will serve Serena while she’s having our grandson? You’ve been eating and drinking for free in our house for years, don’t think you can just walk away!” Serena stood by the window, stroking her belly, looking at me with a triumphant expression. “It’s your fault for not having a son. My belly holds the Ryder family’s only child, so you better take good care of me.” Ryder put one hand on her, ordering me: “Mom is getting old, and Serena needs care. Don’t be stubborn.” I couldn’t help but scoff. When I gave birth to Lily, why didn’t he say I needed care? My water broke, and I went to the hospital by myself. No one in the family cared about me. Ryder’s mother disliked me for not having a son and was indifferent to me. Ryder was nowhere to be seen, never asking a single question. So why should I serve them! I gritted my teeth, holding Lily, and returned to the room, carefully applying ointment to her hands. As I walked out, I heard Ryder and Serena talking. “Ryder, look at Layla. If you weren’t here to replace Ronan and stay with me, she would have killed me.” Ryder’s voice was gentle. “Don’t worry, Serena. For you and our child, I will protect you for life.” “Mom is also on your side; otherwise, why would she agree to me impersonating Ronan?” I clenched my palms, my lips almost bleeding from biting them. So, the child Serena was carrying was Ryder’s. She and Ryder’s mother both knew about Ryder’s impersonation. They had been involved for much longer than I thought. Only I knew nothing, having been deceived by him all this time. Looking at Lily’s sleeping face, I comforted myself, for the sake of the child, we would soon be able to leave this place. Sure enough, two days later, I received news from the commander. He had arranged a job for me, and I could start anytime. I immediately packed my things and prepared to leave. But unexpectedly, as I stepped out the door, I came face to face with Ryder’s ashen expression. His gaze fell on the train ticket in my hand, his voice cold. “Layla, where are you going?”

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