The first time my billionaire wife was drugged with an aphrodisiac, I rushed over. But when I got there, her fitness trainer ran out of our house—completely naked. Before I could speak, Scarlett dropped to her knees, begging, “Alex, I made a mistake. The drug was too strong—I couldn’t control myself.” Two months later, Scarlett was drugged again. I stood outside and heard someone say, “Scarlett, you take that aphrodisiac every time we’re together. Aren’t you scared you might die?” Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No. I don’t care. I’d even die in your arms.” Turns out, the whole drug story was a lie. So I pulled out my phone and canceled the IVF procedure. Then my phone rang. A woman purred, “Divorce her, Alex. Seriously.” I said, “Okay.” The woman on the other end paused, then, after a long silence, she said: “Really?” Listening to the moans wafting from the room, I nodded: “Really.” After hanging up, I drove back to the oceanfront house Scarlett had custom-built for me. Memories of our past flooded my mind. Ten years of dating, seven years of marriage. I’d stood by Scarlett through thick and thin, from having nothing to owning everything. Countless nights, she would pant softly in my ear, squeezing my hand tightly: “Alex, I promise I’ll never let you down.” I believed her. I thought we’d be different, but it seems we couldn’t escape the seven-year itch after all. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my face. Scarlett, You ultimately let me down. After a long while, I got up and went to my study. I printed out a divorce agreement. With careful strokes, I signed my name. Just as my pen lifted from the paper, Scarlett called. “Alex, drive to City General Hospital right away! Jax is bleeding badly… down there.” Scarlett sounded eerily calm. In our seven years of marriage, even when I’d nearly bled out from a stomach ulcer trying to help her, I’d never seen her so distraught. Driven by a doctor’s instinct, I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the emergency room, I saw Scarlett embracing Jax, her fitness trainer, comforting him endlessly: “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Seeing me, she immediately screamed: “Alex, quickly, save him! Please, I beg you, save him!” I forced down the bitterness in my heart, pulled over a gurney, and gestured for her to help him onto it. On the way to the operating room, Jax, leaning in Scarlett’s arms, whined: “Scarlett… am I going to die? I’m only 19, I haven’t even gotten married yet… Waaah…” Scarlett’s face was filled with tender pity: “Don’t be silly, of course not! We still have a long future together!” Jax wasn’t giving up: “Then… then can you tell me you love me? I’m scared I won’t make it…” Scarlett hesitated for a few seconds. Before I could even turn my head, I heard her seductive voice: “Jax, I love you! I fell for you ages ago!” In that moment, a resounding *boom* echoed, and my heart felt like it was ripped to shreds. Her sweet declarations only stopped at the operating room doors. During the examination, Jax remained conscious because he was under local anesthesia. His expression, which had been pitiful when he was brought in, turned to outright defiance the moment he saw me. “Alex, do you know why I was bleeding? It’s because Scarlett was so tight, I had her pressed against the sink, that’s what caused it.” I ignored him, but Jax wouldn’t quit, continuing to spew details about him and Scarlett. I forced myself to remain composed, completed the surgery, and then went to wash my face. The moment I opened the door, Scarlett ran to me like a maniac: “Alex, how is he? Is he okay?” I kept my face expressionless: “Excessive blood engorgement due to strenuous activity. He can be discharged after one night of observation if there are no complications.” As soon as I finished speaking, Scarlett fainted. I took her to an examination room and discovered she was pregnant, just over two months along. Scarlett was stunned too, a smile she couldn’t suppress playing on her lips. After a long moment, she noticed me, dropping to her knees with a thud. “Alex… he was my first, and now I’m pregnant….” “Please, please let me have this baby, and take responsibility for him this one time!” “I promise we’ll go back to how things were. And since you have a low sperm count, once the baby is born, I’ll bring him back for you to raise!” My eyes instantly welled up. I lowered my gaze, not wanting her to see. “Okay.” Scarlett, I’ll grant your wish. Go ahead and take full responsibility.

The next morning, I was woken by a noisy commotion downstairs. As soon as I descended, I saw Scarlett and Jax walking through the door, their arms laden with the latest season’s luxury goods. Seeing me, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she quickly explained: “Alex, the hospital is too crowded, it’s not good for his recovery. I thought the ocean view would cheer him up, so I brought him back here.” “Can he stay with us for a while? Just until the baby is born, then I’ll make him leave.” Before I could reply, Jax approached me, his face a mask of sincerity: “Alex, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise Scarlett and my baby might not have made it.” Then, he took a step closer, and in a voice only we could hear, he whispered in my ear: “Alex, I truly pity you. First, I got your wife pregnant, and now she’s brought me back to your house. Tell me, what’s next? Becoming Mr. Miller and replacing you?” His face was full of provocation, but I simply smiled faintly. “Sure, Mr. Miller’s position is all yours.” Jax suddenly grabbed my arm, his eyes reddening: “Alex, you… you misunderstood me! I’m not trying to steal your position, or take Scarlett away…” With that, he dropped to his knees before me, his bandaged leg hitting the floor with a thud. “Alex, I made a mistake, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have volunteered to be Ms. Scarlett’s ‘antidote,’ and I certainly shouldn’t have gotten her pregnant!” “But I truly don’t want to ruin your marriage with Scarlett. I just really want to have this child, I promise… once the baby is born, I’ll disappear far away, I won’t bother you again!” Jax’s eyes instantly filled with tears, as if he’d suffered some unimaginable grievance. Scarlett wrapped her arms around him from behind, then looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before. “Alex, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you promise me I could have this child?!” “If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why are you making things difficult for a mere fitness trainer?!” Jax’s face was pale, and he curled up in Scarlett’s embrace, weakly saying: “No… it’s not Jax’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who wronged him!” “I… we’ll go to the hospital right now and get rid of this baby! I promise we won’t bother you anymore!” He started to get up, but Scarlett frantically held him tight. “No, Jax, you did nothing wrong.” Then she looked at me coldly: “Alex, apologize!” I scoffed: “Why should I?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot: “Because you made things difficult for him!” Jax, seeing this, grabbed my hand: “Scarlett, don’t be angry with Alex. She’s just upset and spoke thoughtlessly.” “How could I possibly let you apologize to me? No, it’s all my fault.” I violently shook him off: “Are you done acting?” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Scarlett angrily shoved me from behind. My groin slammed against the corner of the coffee table, a sharp pain making me break out in a cold sweat. “Alex, you truly are unrepentant! How dare you lay a hand on him in front of me!” “I’ll say it again: apologize to him!” I met Scarlett’s gaze head-on, stating clearly: “Impossible!” “I will never apologize to him!” Scarlett’s expression instantly darkened. She grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me into the kitchen. Then she ordered her bodyguards to bring a full basket of mangoes. “Since you won’t admit your mistake, then try this…” I looked up in disbelief, screaming: “Scarlett, are you insane?!” “Have you forgotten I’m allergic to mangoes? You’re trying to kill me!” Her voice was utterly cold: “I know. But you hurt Jax, so you deserve to pay the price.” With that, unpeeled mangoes were forcibly shoved into my mouth. I desperately shook my head, but the bodyguards, following her instructions, held my shoulders firmly. An unending stream of fruit pulp entered my throat. Instantly, my whole body itched, and my breathing became rapid. In a haze, I remembered when we first got married. I accidentally ate a tiny piece of cake with mango filling, and Scarlett, eyes red and frantic, rushed me to the hospital, insisting on staying by my side for three days and three nights. After that, it became a rule every housekeeper knew: no mangoes were allowed in the house. But now, everything had changed… Gradually, I couldn’t breathe. Before I passed out, I heard Scarlett’s utterly cold voice: “Force-feed him all the mangoes. Don’t leave a single piece!”

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My mom was having an affair. The necklace that man gave her? She claimed I’d stolen money to buy it, just to please her. Their late-night dates? She said I was sleepwalking, and she was out looking for me. To make Dad believe her, she beat me black and blue every single time. I became her perfect alibi. Until that man’s wife showed up at our door, pointing at me, calling me a bastard, a love child of a whore. My mom, to absolve herself, grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall, screaming that she’d beat this disgusting daughter to death with her own hands. “Iris, come here and let Daddy see.” Dad’s voice was like warm winter sunshine, yet I felt as cold as if I’d fallen into an ice cave. He held a delicate dragonfly brooch, its tiny diamonds glinting blindingly under the light. I didn’t dare go closer, my fingers, clutching the hem of my shirt, turned white from the strain. “Arthur, don’t scare the child.” Mom, Eleanor, walked over and gently pulled me into her arms. I smelled a strange men’s cologne on her. “This child, she’s just getting more and more troublesome.” She sighed, her voice laced with feigned exasperation. “I just found out today that two thousand dollars I put in my drawer is missing.” “I asked her about it, but she wouldn’t say. Then, this afternoon, she showed me this, parading it like a trophy.” “She said it was a Mother’s Day gift for me. Arthur, tell me, how did this child learn to steal money?” Dad’s face instantly darkened. “Iris, is what your mom says true?” I shook my head desperately, tears welling up in my eyes. “No, Dad, I didn’t…” That brooch was given to Mom yesterday by a man I didn’t know. I saw Mom put it into her bag with my own eyes, her face beaming with happiness. “Still lying!” Mom’s hand gripping my shoulder suddenly tightened, with enough force to crush my bones. She pushed me in front of Dad, her face contorted in a show of profound sorrow. “Arthur, look, we’ve spoiled her too much, turning her into a host of bad habits!” “Stealing money, lying, and now daring to argue back in front of us!” “Today, I *have* to teach her a good lesson, otherwise, there’ll be no stopping her!” Dad looked at me, his gaze shifting from warm to deeply disappointed. He tiredly waved his hand. “You deal with it, just don’t seriously injure her.” Having received permission, the gentleness on Mom’s face vanished instantly. She dragged me by my arm into my small room. The moment the door closed, slaps rained down on me. “You little bitch, dare to mess with my business?” “I’ll teach you to talk too much! I’ll teach you to pry!” Every slap was full-force, my cheeks burned with pain, and I soon tasted the metallic sweetness of blood in my mouth. I didn’t dare cry out, only bit my lip raw. Because I knew, the louder I cried, the more excited she got hitting me. She needed my cries to prove to Dad, who was outside the door, how “devoted and responsible” she was as a mother. I don’t know how long it was, but Dad finally knocked on the door from outside. “That’s enough, she’s learned her lesson. The child is still young.” Mom stopped, she opened the door, her voice tearful. “Arthur, my heart aches. My daughter turned out like this, it’s my failure as a mother.” Dad walked in, hugging Mom, who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. “It’s not your fault, I’m usually too busy and neglected her discipline.” They were like a loving couple, comforting each other in my room. And I, like discarded trash, curled up in the corner, cold all over. Mom lifted her head from Dad’s embrace, looking at me with swollen, red eyes, her gaze poisoned with malice. “Iris, go apologize to your dad, and promise you’ll never steal money again.”

In the middle of the night, I was woken by a sudden chill. Mom was pulling back my covers, trying to drag me out of my warm bed. “Hurry up, don’t drag your feet.” Her voice was very low, but it held an undeniable command. I asked groggily: “Mom, where are we going?” “No questions, just do what I tell you!” She roughly shoved a thin jacket on me, and dragged me out of the house. The hallway was pitch black in the dead of night; cold wind seeped in through the window cracks, and I shivered uncontrollably. Mom took me to the small garden downstairs, and pressed me onto a cold stone bench. “You stay right here, don’t go anywhere, understand?” Her tone was irritable, and she kept checking her phone. The light from her phone screen illuminated her face; I saw she was texting someone, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Mom, I’m cold.” I whispered. “Suck it up!” She snapped impatiently, “If you dare wander off, you’ll regret it when I get back!” After saying that, she grabbed her bag and hurried towards the curb at the edge of the complex. A black sedan was already waiting there; the door opened, and I saw the profile of the man from earlier today. Mom got into the car, and it quickly disappeared into the night. Leaving me alone, in the empty garden, surrounded by endless darkness and cold. I don’t know how long I sat there, my hands and feet were numb with cold. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Dad’s anxious shouts came from not far away. “Iris! Iris!” I jolted awake. It was Dad! Just as I was about to respond, Mom’s figure suddenly rushed out from the other side. She clapped a hand over my mouth, whispering a vicious warning into my ear: “Shut up! If you dare make a sound, I’ll beat you to death!” She pulled me behind a large tree, holding me tightly. Dad was shining a flashlight, anxiously searching the garden. “This child, why is she sleepwalking again…” His voice was full of worry. It wasn’t until Dad’s figure disappeared into the stairwell that Mom finally let go of me. She pulled me, walking quickly towards home. “Later, if your dad asks, just say you were sleepwalking, and you ran downstairs and fell asleep. Understand?” I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold. Back home, Dad was pacing anxiously. Seeing us, he lunged forward. “Where have you been? Iris, are you okay?” Mom immediately switched to a tearful facade, as if about to cry. “I woke up in the middle of the night to find the child gone, I was so scared I nearly went crazy!” “It took me ages to find her downstairs; this child, she’d fallen asleep leaning on a stone bench, her body ice cold.” She said, pushing me in front of Dad. “Arthur, quickly look, what should we do? Her sleepwalking is getting worse and worse.” Dad touched my icy hand, and, heartbroken, picked me up. “It’s okay, Dad’s here.” I buried my face in his warm embrace, savoring this fleeting sense of safety. But Mom’s next words plunged me back into hell. “No, this behavior *has* to be stopped!” She looked at me, her gaze icy cold, “I think she just needs a good thrashing, teach her a lesson, see if she still dares to wander off in the middle of the night!” Dad frowned. “She didn’t do it on purpose…” “It’s because you indulge her like this that she’s getting worse!” Mom screamed, “She scared us so badly today, what if she actually got lost one day!” “I’m going to beat some sense into her today!” She snatched me from my dad’s arms and threw me to the ground. Then, she grabbed the feather duster from the corner and lashed at me, striking wildly.

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To make my husband, Derek, happy after he lost a leg, I secretly bought a trove of beautiful lingerie and toys. But he was never interested. I felt so guilty. Ten years ago, he lost his leg saving me. All I wanted was for him to be happy. It wasn’t until I was cleaning his old prosthetic that I found a tiny camera nestled inside the connection point. The videos showed him… and my best friend. Tiffany was wearing the nurse outfit I’d bought, laughing at me, as she used his prosthetic on herself. I didn’t cry. I just quietly ordered an identical prosthetic, but this one was filled with concentrated acid gel. And on it, I carved a single line: *Baby, let’s play something more exciting this time.* Every morning at six, my internal clock chimed precisely. The first thing I did was head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Derek. He liked toast with a soft-boiled egg, a preference unchanged for ten years. The egg had to be cooked to the second. As I carried the plate into the bedroom, Derek was just waking up. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across his sharply defined face. “Awake?” I placed the plate on his nightstand, my voice soft. He grunted, pushing himself up with his arms. He pulled back the covers, and the empty pant leg stared at me, a gaping wound that never healed, always between us. It was a heavy chain, binding me for ten years. “Which pants do you want to wear today?” I opened the closet, filled with custom-tailored trousers, all designed to conceal his missing limb. “Whatever.” His voice was always like that—a hint of impatient detachment. I was used to it. I picked out a dark grey pair, then knelt to help him put them on. Next came the cold prosthetic. The click of the clasps locking into place was the most familiar sound of my ten-year marriage. I carefully adjusted the tension, ensuring every component fit perfectly. “There you go.” I said. He stood up and walked a few steps, without the slightest limp. No one but us knew he was an amputee. He turned, looking down at me, still kneeling on the floor, a hint of disdain in his eyes. “Tiffany’s coming over today.” My heart gave a faint lurch. Tiffany King, my best friend. And the only person in this oppressive house, besides me, who could bring a hint of a smile to Derek’s face.

Tiffany arrived precisely at three in the afternoon. She carried the latest designer bag, wore a dress I could never afford, and her smile was radiant, dazzling. “Ellie, look what I brought you!” She held out a delicate box as if offering a priceless treasure. It was my favorite brand of perfume. “You shouldn’t waste money.” I scolded her, but a warmth spread through my chest. She was the only splash of color in this dull, suffocating home. “This is nothing! You sacrifice so much for this family, you deserve to treat yourself.” She said, glancing at Derek, who was on the sofa, engrossed in financial news. Derek lowered his newspaper and, uncharacteristically, smiled. “You’re here.” “Yeah, Derek. I was worried Ellie was working too hard taking care of you by herself, so I came to help.” Tiffany settled naturally beside Derek, picked a grape from the fruit bowl, peeled it, and offered it to his lips. Derek opened his mouth and ate it. Their intimacy caught me off guard, leaving me stunned. But I quickly smothered the tiny spark of discomfort. Tiffany was just naturally warm and affectionate. Besides, she truly cared about me. During dinner, Tiffany regaled us with funny stories from work, making Derek laugh repeatedly. Watching them, I felt like an outsider. After dinner, Tiffany offered to massage Derek’s leg, saying it could relieve muscle fatigue where the residual limb connected to the prosthetic. This was something I did for him every night. “No, that’s alright. I can do it,” I interjected. “Oh, Ellie, you’ve been busy all day. Go rest.” Tiffany gently pushed me onto the sofa. She rolled up her sleeves and knelt by Derek’s leg. Her fingers, through his trousers, pressed into his thigh muscles. Derek closed his eyes, his expression seeming to enjoy it. I stared at Tiffany’s hands, her nails painted a vivid red, stark against the dark fabric of his pants. Her hand moved slowly upward. Past his knee, reaching his upper thigh. My breath hitched. Derek’s body stiffened for a fraction of a second. Tiffany, however, seemed not to notice. She even laughed as she asked: “Derek, don’t you think my technique is better than Ellie’s?” Derek opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable as he looked at her. Then, he shifted his eyes to me. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. He spoke casually: “She just doesn’t get it like you do.” My heart clenched, a sudden, suffocating squeeze.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Derek’s words were a thorn, lodged in my heart. I stared at his sleeping profile, and the scene of the car crash ten years ago replayed in my mind. The screech of brakes, blinding headlights, the metallic shriek of twisting metal. And his muffled groan as he shielded me with his body. He saved me. He traded his leg for my life. That debt, that guilt, was enough for me to do anything for him. Including enduring all his coldness and criticism. I rolled over, deciding not to dwell on it. Perhaps our marriage was just too dull. I needed to do something to stir this stagnant pool of a life. The next day, I found myself, for some reason, walking into an adult novelty store. Under the sales clerk’s knowing gaze, I blushed and bought a nurse’s uniform and a few accessories. That evening, I waited for Derek to finish showering, then changed into the outfit. The white mini-skirt barely covered my rear. The buttons on the bodice seemed ready to pop open at any moment. Holding a stethoscope, I walked up to him, my heart pounding. “Mr. Vance, do you need a physical examination?” I mimicked the seductive tone from movies, my voice breathy and soft. Derek looked at me, expressionless. His gaze traveled from my face, slid to my chest, and finally rested on my bare legs. There was no lust in his eyes, only appraisal. Like he was watching a clown. “Eleanor,” he said, his voice cold as ice, “Don’t you think you look ridiculous?” My smile froze. “Change out of that. Don’t make a fool of yourself for me.” He tossed those words at me, then lay down, turning his back. I stood there, my blood seeming to freeze instantly. Shame, humiliation, and a sharp, piercing pain spread from my heart throughout my body. I looked at my ridiculous reflection in the mirror, and finally, the tears began to fall.

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My husband always wants to be intimate with me during my period. I suggested we choose another time, but he just said: “If you don’t want to, you can refuse me. There’s no need to ask me to change the rules after we’ve already done it.” I had no comeback. After all, in our four years of marriage, he only ever wanted to be close to me during those few days. Then, on my thirtieth birthday, a young woman came to the hospital for a consultation: “Dr. Reed, is there any way I can stop getting my period?” “My husband has a high libido, and every time I’m on my period, he holds back so pitifully to protect me. He’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself, so he doesn’t even come to see me during those days.” Thinking of Liam Hayes, who was the complete opposite of her husband, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, but I still nodded. The young woman joyfully called her husband. But then, I heard Liam Hayes’s voice coming from the phone. My heart literally stopped. After the girl hung up, she excitedly shared with me: “Dr. Reed, I’ve known my husband since high school. He used to come to my school every day to see me, but he never wanted to date me because he said I wasn’t old enough.” “It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday party that I truly became his. Since then, except for the beginning of each month, he’s claimed me every night, for four years, right up to today.” “Every time we’re intimate after my period, I can see traces of blood on him. It must be because he’d held back so much he literally bled!” “Amy, does your husband do that too?” My fingers, clutching the ultrasound probe, turned white from the force, and my knuckles gave a faint crack. Liam Hayes and I had been married for four years, and we’d been intimate a total of 48 times—each time on the fifteenth of the month, when my period started. He was notorious in our professional circles for being utterly indifferent to women. Even when important clients tried to set him up, he’d flat-out refuse, not caring about appearances. All his assistants and staff were male. There wasn’t a single woman, not even a fly, was ever around him. So, for all these years, I never suspected he had another woman, and I’d secretly reveled in the thought that I was different. Taking a deep breath, I managed to say: “Honey, you’re still young, and you shouldn’t be so careless with your body. You need to tell your husband to learn some self-control.” “I can only prescribe some regulating medication. How effective it is depends on the individual.” I refused to believe such a dramatic coincidence could really happen. So, at that moment, I kept telling myself it was just a similar voice. After prescribing Kenzie’s medication, I sat uneasily by the window, wondering if I should prescribe something for myself too. After all, with things like this every month, not only was our relationship growing colder, but I couldn’t even get pregnant. But the next second, a chill shot from my feet to my brain. Liam Hayes’s luxury car pulled up downstairs at the hospital. The young girl, with practiced ease, slipped into the passenger seat, and they embraced, starting to kiss. They even made the luxury car *rock* right there in the busy hospital parking lot after she slammed the door shut! My colleagues flocked to the window to watch the spectacle, buzzing with comments: “These young people today are just too wild! I’m blushing just watching them.” “Hey, Dr. Reed? Aren’t you usually the first one to gossip? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Because that fleeting face, that was my husband! My ascetic, cold husband! Trembling, I locked the doors and windows, then pulled out my phone to call Liam. The moment the call connected, before I could even sigh in relief, I heard Liam’s impassioned groan through the phone: “My little sweetheart, it’s only been one night, and I miss you so much!” “After all this time, why are you still blushing?” I clamped my hand over my mouth, fighting back the nausea, forcing myself not to make a sound. “Honey, I specially came to the hospital to get my period regulated, so you won’t have to hold back for me anymore. Are you happy?” After a moment of silence, his voice softened: “So happy, I can’t even speak.” I don’t know how I got home, or how I self-flagellated under a cold shower, drenching my body again and again. Liam and I met through family introductions. Everyone thought we were a perfect match – similar backgrounds, handsome and beautiful. Seven days after meeting him, I unhesitatingly accepted his proposal. Many friends in our circle who knew him advised me to think it over, saying Liam lived like a robot. Despite his money and good looks, he was too boring for someone as passionate as me. But no one knew that over twenty years ago, Liam and I were both kidnapped at a gala. I was on the brink of death, and he was the one who kept waking me up, allowing me to hold on until we were rescued. He was my savior, and the subject of countless blushes during my teenage years. As I thought this, the doorbell rang. It was a package Liam had sent home. The recipient was Kenzie Miller—the young woman from the clinic earlier that day. Inside the package were custom-made luxury heat patches for period pain and diamond-studded sanitary pads. Also on her period on the fifteenth of the month. She could have the best care products. And I, Liam Hayes’s only wife, had to satisfy him during my period, and then *thank him* for it!

Liam didn’t come home all night. My SnapChat messages filled the chat window. He never explained himself to me, nor did he care about my feelings. For him, finding a woman to appease his parents’ nagging, and giving me a million a month in spending money, was his greatest benevolence. I was the one stubbornly loving him, believing that one day I could melt his frozen heart. Before I could fully process things, Kenzie Miller ran in, her eyes red and swollen: “Amy, can you please give me some painkillers? My husband was really too rough last night.” The uncanny coincidence made me wonder if she was deliberately making a scene in front of me. But as a doctor, I couldn’t refuse a patient’s request. I took a deep breath, motioned for her to lie down, and prepared to take an X-ray. But just as I took out the sterilized instruments, Kenzie suddenly groaned in pain: “I’m so sorry, Amy, I didn’t know you were Liam’s wife. I really didn’t mean it, he never told me any of this, and I didn’t know I was the other woman.” “You can hit me, scold me, or even remove my uterus if you want, but please, please don’t make me leave Liam, okay?” “I really, really love him.” “Bang!” I was shoved with tremendous force into the instrument cabinet. Glass shattered instantly, and a sharp pair of forceps plunged straight into my eye. Blood gushed out, and in the blurry instant before my vision gave out, I saw Liam Hayes, holding Kenzie close in his arms. He was in a sharp suit, his cold face softened with a hint of distress. The moment he looked at me, his brows furrowed: “If I hadn’t happened to pass by, would you have already removed her uterus?” “Is this your medical ethics? Is this how you were raised, Amy!?” Each word pierced my heart like a knife. I lay on the ground, gasping, stubbornly craning my neck: “Raised? After finding out your husband has been cheating with another woman for four years, am I still supposed to cherish her and treat her like gold!?” “You attacked me without question, and cheated for four years—is *that* what you call being well-raised!?” I thought my breakdown would at least make Liam feel a shred of shame. But I had overestimated my standing in his heart. He calmly led Kenzie to a treatment bed, meticulously and gently examining her from the tips of her hair to her toes. It wasn’t until he noticed a fake eyelash had fallen off that his whole demeanor turned icy. He advanced towards me, the oppressive aura of a powerful man looming over me: “Amelia Reed, I don’t like airing private matters like this, and I especially don’t like you hurting Kenzie.” “I can grant your wish and let you remain my legal wife for life, but you will pay for what you did today.” He carefully carried Kenzie out, leaving only me, bloody and mangled, and my assistant in the examination room. Just because Kenzie’s fake eyelash had fallen off. My husband ordered someone to pluck out every single one of my eyelashes. Just because Kenzie’s manicure was chipped. My ‘light’ demanded that all my fingernails be torn out. I fainted and woke up again, the floor covered in dried blood, my once loving heart numb with pain. I grabbed my phone and called Liam: “Liam Hayes, I’m divorcing you!” It was the first time he’d answered my call instantly. After a moment of silence, his hoarse, deep voice came through: “Come find me.” After a quick bandage, I stubbornly dressed myself to look alluring and dignified. But no matter how much makeup I put on, my eyes always lacked Kenzie’s innocent, naive sparkle. Yet, when I first married Liam, I was even brighter and more innocent than her. I wiped off and redrew my makeup again and again, arriving at the business club after dark. This was the first time Liam had ever met me anywhere other than our home. In all our years of marriage, he never needed a female companion, never needed a wife for social engagements, and never wanted to introduce me to his friends. So this was the first time I learned that the lavish “Kenzie & Liam’s Love” was Liam Hayes’s establishment. Kenzie Miller and Liam Hayes’s love. I gave a self-deprecating laugh. The private room door was slightly ajar, and I heard men’s laughter from inside: “You bastard, Amy never blamed you after all these years of your crap, so why is she suddenly divorcing you today?” “Honestly, even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t be doing it every month during her special time, right? If you really made her sick, how would you explain it to Mr. Reed? He’s abroad, but if he comes back, he’ll make you pay.” Liam stubbed out his cigarette, his voice incredibly calm: “She’d be thrilled! Doesn’t she always practically throw herself at me, cleaning herself up and waiting in bed?” “She could refuse me, but she always seems to enjoy it.” “Besides, every month when Kenzie gets her period, I can’t bear to ask her to ‘help me out,’ so I have to make do with you.” Laughter erupted in the room, one after another. My face turned pale as I leaned against the door, humiliation and hatred consuming me. Yes, it was true. I craved that one chance a month to be intimate with him. I couldn’t bear to push him away when my body was most vulnerable. I accidentally bumped the door open, stumbling awkwardly and falling towards Liam. Surprisingly, he didn’t dodge. After steadying me, his face darkened: “What kind of outfit is that?” His sudden concern made my heart race, completely catching me off guard. “Trying to look young. It’s ugly.” I froze. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked up at him: “I’m here to talk about the divorce.” The people in the room discreetly dispersed, thoughtfully closing the door behind them. Liam lay sprawled on the couch, his legs spread, eyes fixed on my face as he raised an eyebrow: “You were the one who wanted to marry me back then, and now you’re the one insisting on divorce.” Just as I was about to get angry, he pulled me into his arms, his chiseled face suddenly pressing close. He kissed my lips without warning. The smell of alcohol instantly hit me. My legs went weak, uncontrollably. Four years of marriage, and this—this was the first time he had ever kissed me. But the next second, he pushed me away, his eyes filled with hatred and sarcasm: “You’ve really stooped low. If you love me, why use such cheap tricks to get my attention?” “I’m warning you, this is the first and last time.” “If you ever upset Kenzie again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

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I stood outside the door and heard my mother-in-law whisper: “Gen, how could you suffocate the other baby?” My wife’s voice was ice-cold. “The one who died was my husband’s. The one who lived… is Caleb’s. I had to make sure his child gets the inheritance.” That’s when it hit me— My wife’s twins had different fathers. She killed my child… To protect her lover’s. In the bedroom, Brenda was still wiping tears and sighing. “Leo has longed for a child for years. If he ever finds out the truth, he won’t be able to handle it.” Genevieve’s voice suddenly spiked. “Mom! Caleb was the man I wanted to marry! You and Dad threatened to cut me off, forcing me to marry Leo for the company’s funding. Wasn’t my sacrifice enough?” “My womb is mine, and I only want to bear children for the man I love!” “Besides, Leo loves me so much. As long as the child calls him ‘Dad,’ does it really matter whose it is?” If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed such utterly twisted and morally bankrupt words could come from the woman I’d loved for so many years. I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, again and again. I was terrified that if I waited another second, the agony and rage would overwhelm me, making me do something I’d regret. Genevieve and I were college sweethearts. The first time I saw her, I was captivated by her serene and elegant beauty. When I heard she had a deadbeat boyfriend from outside campus, I was surprised but held back my feelings. Then, Genevieve suddenly approached me. She explained that Caleb was just a childhood friend, and she was truly attracted to men like me. Overjoyed, I immediately started dating her. Even when my family tried to set me up with a more advantageous match, I refused, determined to marry Genevieve. For years, I’d poured my money and resources into her family’s business, cherished Genevieve, and treated her parents with more respect and care than my own. The result? Genevieve had suffocated my only child with her own hands! “Honey, what’s wrong?” Lost in my thoughts, Genevieve suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her face was etched with concern, as if she loved me deeply. A bitter irony twisted in my gut. I turned away, doing my best to mask my emotions. “Nothing. Just a little tired.” After all, she was the woman I had loved for so many years. While she was recovering from childbirth, I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to finalize the divorce quietly and go our separate ways. “Leo, even if you don’t say it, I can guess. You’re upset about the baby we lost, aren’t you?” Genevieve watched me for a moment, then sighed softly. “It’s fate. Some things are beyond our control. But thankfully, we still have Finn. You should pour all your love and energy into him, raise him well. That’s the best way to honor the baby who died.” My heart clenched violently, a mix of shock and fury. I stared at Genevieve, stunned by her audacity. “Oh, and one more thing.” Genevieve looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent. “We agreed before, once I gave birth, you’d get a permanent vasectomy. I’ve already scheduled your appointment. It’s tomorrow.”

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The first thing I did after giving birth to twins was ask my billionaire husband for a divorce. In my last life, he swapped our babies so his mistress’s son could inherit everything. When the truth came out, his mistress and her child were exiled—and died in a tragic accident. Then he locked me and our twins in an illegal organ farm, watching us suffer as they harvested our organs. I woke up—back on the day I gave birth. This time, I swapped the babies back. Holding my daughter and son tight, I demanded a divorce. Julian, now I’ll watch you destroy your mistress—and your son. “Anya, this is our son. Look how beautiful he is.” “He will be the heir to Sterling Group. You must nurture him carefully. No formula, only breast milk.” Julian looked down at the tiny infant in his arms, his eyes brimming with unstoppable paternal love. On the small bed next to us, our daughter cried her lungs out, but he seemed not to hear. I stared blankly at Julian, impeccably dressed in his suit, a joyful expression on his face, his murmuring instructions filling my ears. The incision on my body throbbed with sharp pain, but the room smelled faintly of antiseptic, not the disgusting stench of blood from the underground factory. A shiver ran through me. I had been reborn, back to the moment right after giving birth. Julian handed the baby to me. “He keeps licking his lips. Is he hungry? Quick, feed him.” A soft, squishy infant was placed in my arms. I looked down. His entire body was wrinkled and purplish-red. My memory told me my firstborn was fair-skinned and clean, with big, double-lidded eyes. “You feed the baby quickly. I need to take care of something, I’ll be back to see you later.” With that, he hurriedly left. The moment the door slammed shut, I scooped up the baby and followed him. My memory led me straight to the VIP suite on the third floor. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw a luxurious room, filled with roses, a marble bed, and a large screen projecting maternity care tips… Serena lay wrapped in a silk duvet, her face as fresh and delicate as a peach blossom, showing no sign of the pallor or exhaustion typical after childbirth. My dear husband, Julian Sterling, was gently holding her close. “My love, you’ve been through so much. The baby is beautiful. I’ve already sent him to Anya. He will be the legitimate firstborn grandson of the Sterling family, the heir to Sterling Group.” Serena, tears welling in her eyes, nestled into Julian’s embrace. “Honey, I can’t bear to part with my son. The thought of never seeing him again… I’d rather die.” Julian quickly patted her shoulder, comforting her. “Serena, don’t cry. My heart aches for you.” “Don’t worry. Just eighteen years. As soon as our son inherits Sterling Group, I’ll make sure you two reunite. By then, you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Sterling.” “What about Anya then? Will she let us off that easily?” A sinister look flashed across Julian’s face. “She’s the one who’s disrupting our happiness. If she leaves quietly, we can part amicably. But if she doesn’t cooperate, I won’t hesitate to send her where she belongs.” “No matter how powerful Anya’s family is, they won’t suspect a suicide from depression.” He pulled Serena into a tighter embrace. “Darling, just bear with it a little longer. Right now, I still need Anya’s family’s support. I have to keep coaxing her, pretending to be a loving husband and wife. You know, it’s all for our child, for our future.” Serena cautiously asked, “What about this baby? I’m afraid I won’t be able to care for him properly. What if…?” Julian scoffed. “Just take care of him casually, don’t overexert yourself. If he dies, it’s just his bad luck. I only have one child, and that’s our precious Felix, yours and mine.” Serena nodded, then leaned in and kissed Julian. They entangled passionately, completely disregarding Serena’s recent childbirth. A nurse walked by, and I quickly ducked out of sight. Inside, the sounds eventually stopped. Julian helped Serena leave the room, following the nurse. The moment they turned the corner, I gathered all my strength, rushed inside, quickly swapped back my son, and ran back to my second-floor room. Only when I lay in bed, clutching my son, did I realize I was drenched in sweat and my stitches felt like they were tearing open. I held my son, tears streaming down my face. In this life, I finally held my precious Felix. I will surely get justice for myself and make those heartless scum face their karma.

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Eight months pregnant and blind, my husband hired my best friend Chloe to “take care” of me. But every night, I heard moans behind closed doors. Leo said it was just the neighborhood cats—yeah, right. One day, I found a whip and sexy lingerie hidden in our closet. Turns out, they always played SM games on the balcony while I was asleep. “F**k you, little bitch!” “Keep it down, your wife will hear!” My husband sneered, “If she wasn’t carrying our baby, I’d have kicked her out long ago.” Then it hit me—the baby inside me wasn’t truly mine. “I couldn’t bear for you to go through the pain of childbirth. It would break my heart.” “I swapped the eggs during the IVF, honey. The baby in her womb has been ours all along, from start to finish. That idiot still thinks she’s carrying her child!” Leo’s voice was drenched in tenderness as he kissed Chloe passionately. They didn’t even notice me standing at the top of the stairs, swaying dangerously. Amidst the frozen despair, I cracked a silent smile and let myself fall backward. A piercing scream shattered their intimate moment. The cold steps slammed against my body, one after another, until the final, brutal impact against the back of my head. A blinding flash of light made me gasp. I, who had been blind for five years, could see again! Leo scrambled to pull on his clothes, rushing over to catch me. “Autumn!” Chloe’s shirt was still undone, buttons open. They both looked a mess. My stomach churned with disgust, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I fought back the searing pain, forcing an expression of self-blame, tears welling in my eyes. “I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, called out for you, but you didn’t answer for so long. I thought you weren’t here.” “Leo, it’s my fault. I’m so clumsy, I even fall just walking.” A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the sticky wetness beneath me. “Help… please… our baby!” After a terrified scream, I “fainted.” I woke up in the hospital bed after a rare night of undisturbed sleep, Leo holding my hand tightly. He let out a deep sigh, his voice hoarse. “Autumn, don’t be too sad… we can try for another baby.” I stared at my now flat stomach, lost in thought. If I hadn’t lost my sight, would he still have gotten tired of me? I was just about to tell him I could see again when Chloe walked in, carrying a thermos. Her gaze flickered subtly between Leo and me, worried about last night’s events coming out, and also afraid I might have regained my sight. “Autumn, I made your favorite chicken soup.” She said softly, pouring a full bowl, then subtly tilted it as if to accidentally spill it towards my eyes. I feigned being startled by a sudden noise, my fingers trembling slightly as I accidentally nudged my pillow. The scalding chicken soup spilled, burning her wrist and causing small blisters. She let out a shriek. Leo’s face immediately darkened. He pulled Chloe into his arms, then glared at me, his voice sharp. “What are you doing?!” “Even if we lost the baby, you shouldn’t take it out on Chloe!” “She’s not the one who caused your miscarriage, it was your own carelessness! Don’t blame others!” “She was kind enough to take care of you, and you’re ungrateful, throwing a tantrum? Autumn, don’t be so unreasonable!” Chloe nestled into his embrace, her eyes red-rimmed, sobbing. “Leo, please don’t blame Autumn. She can’t see anything. It was my fault. She’s upset, it’s okay if she hits or scolds me.” I stood frozen, staring at the woman I’d grown up with, now a stranger, like a mask I’d never truly seen. Leo’s voice was icy cold. “Being blind doesn’t give you permission to do whatever you want! Apologize! Apologize to Chloe right now!” When I didn’t move, he ignored the excruciating cramps in my abdomen, roughly dragged me off the hospital bed, and slammed me down onto the scattered porcelain shards. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head down, again and again, making me bow to Chloe. The intense pain made me wince and tremble. Seeing me covered in blood, his movements faltered, a flicker of remorse in his eyes. He released me, his tone softening slightly. “Alright, stop this. Let’s just drop it.” Chloe suddenly whimpered. “Leo, my blisters burst, it hurts so much.” He immediately panicked, coldly pushed my hand away, and swept Chloe into his arms, striding out. Chloe gave me a triumphant “V” sign, mouthing silently, “Autumn, you lose again!” I looked up at their retreating figures, then at the mess on the floor. Finally, I looked down at my own filthy body. Was he still the man I deeply loved?

The man who once had eyes only for me seemed to have died in that moment… Before I met Leo, I was a tea picker. Five years ago, I saved Leo from a landslide. But I was hit by rolling boulders, losing my eyesight. During our time together in the mountains, we fell in love. He knelt and proposed to me, “Autumn, your eyes saw life and death for me. From now on, my eyes will be yours.” I was incredibly touched. So, defying all his family’s pressure, he married me, an uneducated blind woman. I numbly tugged at the corner of my mouth. I once believed our love could overcome anything. And I never thought I’d be betrayed by both my husband and my best friend. Now I understand, true love eventually fades, and vows can’t stand against reality. When I returned from the hospital, the maids at home looked at me with open disdain. “The blind madam’s baby is gone. I guess she’s useless now, huh?” “I bet she’ll be kicked out within a month. Time for Miss Chloe to take her place.” “Shh! Quiet down! She’s blind, not deaf!” I paused. So everyone knew about them, and I was the only one kept in the dark. The whispers stopped abruptly as a foot suddenly jutted out in front of me. I stumbled and fell hard, scraping my elbow. The young maid, who had a crush on Leo, feigned surprise. “Oh my! Madam, why aren’t you watching where you’re going? I just mopped the floor, and you’ve dirtied it again!” I slowly looked up, my cold gaze sweeping over her petty, twisted face. To everyone’s astonishment, I stood up and slapped her hard across the face. “As long as I’m not divorced, I am still Mrs. Leo! If you don’t want to work here, you can leave now!” A stern voice boomed behind me, “Oh? I’d like to see who dares to kick out someone from this family?” My body stiffened, a familiar voice making me flinch. The young maid’s eyes lit up when she saw it was Grandma Eleanor, and she immediately straightened her back proudly. Eleanor stepped forward and slapped my face even harder. “You couldn’t keep a baby, but your temper sure has grown! My family would have better luck with a breeding dog than with you!” In front of all the servants, she ordered them to drag me to the courtyard and forced me to kneel, a heavy book balanced on my head. The midday sun was merciless. I bit my lip and endured, my face turning deathly pale. Eleanor leaned down, pinching my chin, each word like an icy dagger. “Your mother is still in the ICU. If you’re not pregnant in a year, I’ll unplug her life support.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame your useless womb…”

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Everyone called Julian the perfect husband. For ten years of marriage, I suffered my “episodes” almost every year. Even when I drew blood from him, he’d still hold me gently, soothing me with soft words. Even when I was hauled away to a psych ward, he still smiled sweetly. “Sarah, don’t be afraid. We’re all here to help you.” It wasn’t until I found my hidden PhD diploma in psychology that I knew. My illness was never a diagnosis. It was his creation. My head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and my stomach churned in protest. I heard Julian’s voice, anxious and choked with tears, repeating over and over, his eyes red and bloodshot as he gripped my hand tightly. “It’s okay, Sarah, everything will be alright.” There seemed to be other people around, holding things and taking pictures. I struggled to see clearly, but my vision was a blur. I only caught a fleeting glimpse of cold indifference in his eyes. “Shh, don’t move, darling. I’ll go with you for treatment. It’s just a minor procedure, and you’ll be fine.” He whispered soothingly, his arm sliding under my waist and knees, lifting me into his embrace. My body felt like a broken rag doll, limp and lifeless in his arms, my limbs hanging uselessly. Outside the car window, the night was thick like ink, occasionally cut by the fleeting light of a streetlamp. Where were we going? Why was my headache getting worse? It felt like I’d forgotten something incredibly important. I shook my head and looked at Julian. “Julian, I don’t want to go. Can we just go home?” Julian whispered reassurances in my ear. But phrases like “You’ll be fine after some rest,” and “The place we’re going will make you better,” only pricked at my nerves, making me tremble uncontrollably. My gaze drifted to the window. A sign indicated a psychiatric hospital just ahead. Those few short words instantly filled me with dread. “No hospital! I’m not sick! I’m not going to a psychiatric hospital!” “I’m not crazy! I’m not sick! Let go of me!” I struggled wildly in the car. Julian let me flail and hit him, but he continued to calm me with that infuriatingly gentle voice. I fought desperately to break free from his embrace, trying to open the car door. The next moment, like a mosquito bite, a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into me, and I lost consciousness almost immediately. When I woke up again, I was already dressed in a hospital gown. Several people in white coats approached, their eyes scrutinizing me. Julian stood nearby, his expression so complex I couldn’t decipher it. He gently patted my back. “Don’t be afraid, they’re all here to help you.” His voice was soft as silk, but it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I clutched his arm, pleading. “Julian, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never hit you again. Please, take me home!” “Julian, I’m really not sick. It must be my hormone levels are off. Can’t we just go home and get it sorted?” Julian continued to placate me with empty words, but his hand made no move to help. The people in white coats nodded at him. Julian stepped back, making way for them. They grabbed my arms and forced me onto the cold hospital bed. Rough restraint straps instantly tightened around my wrists and ankles. The sharp pain made me scream. “Sarah, just bear with it a little longer! It’ll be over soon!” A cold liquid was pushed into my veins. The tranquilizer began to take effect. My thoughts became slow and thick, everything around me twisting, blurring. I struggled to grasp onto something, my fingertips twitching uselessly, but there was nothing to hold. Through my fading vision, Julian walked towards the door. The moment he opened it, I saw a figure standing outside. Was that Chloe? Why was she here? As I wondered, Julian pulled her into a hug. Chloe rested her head intimately on his shoulder, a smirk of triumph playing on her lips. “Don’t be afraid. We’re here to help you.” Julian’s gentle yet chilling words exploded in my mind. A searing tear rolled down my cheek, but the image was so fleeting, so ethereal. I couldn’t tell if it was reality or just another hallucination from my “episodes.” My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until I finally plunged into complete darkness.

When I woke up, blinding white still surrounded me. “Miss Sarah, it’s time for today’s treatment.” She pushed a cart towards me, and the gleaming electroshock machine instantly made my hair stand on end. I struggled to sit up, but my body was as soft as jelly. It was the after-effect of the tranquilizers. A few days later, Julian came. He was wearing the gray cashmere sweater I’d given him, holding a bouquet of champagne roses-my favorite flowers. “Sarah, are you feeling any better?” Behind him, a social media influencer was live-streaming on her phone, explaining something to her followers. “Guys, a man like Julian is truly a rare gem in this world!” “Sarah’s been diagnosed with a mental illness, but he still hasn’t given up! He even brought in the world’s best doctors for consultations. Seriously, Sarah must have won the cosmic lottery in a past life to deserve a husband like him!” A flicker of smugness, however, darted across Julian’s eyes. He bent down and gently kissed my forehead. The cold touch instantly sent a shiver down my spine. “The doctor says if you cooperate with the treatment, you’ll get better soon.” He smiled at the doctor beside him, then turned back to me, the smugness in his eyes even deeper. This time, I saw it clearly. The side effects of the medication left me constantly groggy, my brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making even simple thoughts sluggish. Each electroshock felt like a thousand needles simultaneously piercing my brain, making me curl up in agony. They said it was to “correct” my “delusions.” But all I felt was my soul being slowly drained away. I started to lose track of day and night, of dreams and reality. I even struggled to remember if it was Julian or Chloe who had visited. The nurse handed me the phone, saying it was Mom. “Sarah, just listen to the doctors. Julian told me you’ve been really stressed lately, overwhelmed.” “Many of the things you’re seeing are just hallucinations. Don’t let those crazy thoughts in your head fool you.” Mom’s voice carried fatigue and a hint of helplessness, yet it seemed to awaken something deep within me. “Mom, no, that’s not right! I’m not sick! Please, let me out! I’m really not sick!” “Mom, it hurts so much! They electroshock me every day, it really, really hurts!” Mom sighed deeply, but there wasn’t a hint of belief in her voice. “Just focus on getting better. Julian is taking care of everything at home.” The line went dead, leaving only a cold dial tone. I lay in bed, staring blankly at a small patch of mold on the ceiling. It looked exactly like a distorted face, mocking my sanity. Every day was the same: wake up, take medication, then the “treatments.” Julian’s sweet talk, the small gifts he brought during visits, all felt distant and blurry, like they were behind a pane of glass. All I remembered was that fleeting look of smugness in his eyes, and the pity and fear in the eyes of my relatives when they looked at me. I even began to question if I really had gone mad. Until that day, the nurse walked in, holding my medication and a patient record. It was strange, ever since I’d been admitted. I’d asked to see my medical records many times, but I’d always been refused. I vaguely remembered that I knew something about therapy myself. But no one seemed willing to listen to me. The nurse stormed in, impatiently slamming things around. “What kind of lazy-ass doctor is this? Can’t even bother with rounds, just says he’s ‘busy’! I’m so over this job, seriously, anyone who wants this life can have it!” She grumbled under her breath, shoving the pills into my hand impatiently. “Hurry up and take your medication!” Seeing that she didn’t check my mouth as usual, I instinctively hid the pills under my tongue, pretending I’d already swallowed them. The nurse quickly left, but the patient record lay forgotten in the room. I opened the book, took one look, and froze.

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When Ryan and I got married, he was dirt poor. He promised me that one day he’d make a name for himself and present me with a grand surprise. Three years later, he did it. His company went public, soaring to unprecedented heights, and his name was everywhere. At the celebratory banquet on the listing day, my heart swelled with joy as he handed me a beautifully wrapped package. But when I opened it, the smile on my face froze. I stood there, stunned. Inside were three bank cards, each with a small label. The first: $18,000, for the house call when you saved my mother. The second: $38,000, for the three years I lived in your home, rent. The third: $200,000, for three years of doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of the house—your nanny fees. “Skylar, everything I owed you, I’ve paid back.” “Now, can you finally let me go?” My heart plunged. Was this how he saw our home? A hotel? And me? Just a nanny? This wasn’t a surprise gift; it was a death wish package! Before I could even process it, Ryan pulled out a massive diamond ring from his pocket. He knelt on one knee, gazing deeply at Chloe, my apprentice, who stood beside me. “Chloe, I love you.” Boom! My mind went blank. My neck stiffened as I slowly turned ninety degrees, staring at Chloe in disbelief. Chloe, who had become my apprentice at eighteen, and whom I had meticulously mentored for five years. “Mr. Ryan is proposing to his wife’s apprentice? What the hell… he’s not even trying to hide it?” “Ugh! And I used to idolize him! Turns out he’s a total scumbag!” “They say men change when they get rich, and it’s absolutely true. Company just went public, and he’s already ditching his wife for his young apprentice!” “Absolutely shameless! Disgusting!” “…” A wave of angry curses erupted through the hall. Ryan then turned to me, his face etched with a suffocating heaviness. “My mother was critically ill back then, and I couldn’t afford her treatment. You offered to save her life with surgery if I married into your family, and I agreed.” “A year later, my mother passed away. I wanted a divorce, but you used saving my mother’s life to manipulate me. I didn’t say anything then.” “Now, I’ve paid everything I owe you!” “In fact, if you agree to the divorce, I’ll even give you half the company’s shares. How about that?” The insults faltered. Countless gazes of surprise and curiosity turned to me, and whispers filled the room. “I knew Mr. Ryan couldn’t be that foolish. So there’s a heartbreaking backstory.” “Selling himself to save his mother, then repaying the debt after making it big, and even willing to give up half his shares for freedom. Nothing wrong with that!” “Yeah, on the contrary, his wife seems a bit unscrupulous. I suddenly feel so sorry for Mr. Ryan…” My chest felt like it was filled with ice shards, each breath a searing pain. My mind was flooded with the image of him, kneeling in the snow, kowtowing repeatedly, begging me to save his mother’s life. I saved her, without any conditions. Afterward, he proposed, and I, moved by his filial devotion, accepted. But now, it was twisted into me having blackmailed him all this time? Looking at the utter lack of emotion on his face now, it finally hit me. All those countless moments of affection and sweetness after our marriage were just a performance for me… The next second, Chloe’s furious voice rang in my ears. “Ryan, have you lost your mind?!” “I’ve always looked up to you as an elder. How am I supposed to face anyone after this?” “Skylar, I swear to you! There’s absolutely nothing going on between Ryan and me!” “I have no idea why he’s pulled this stunt today. You have to believe me!”

I froze, and the entire room erupted again. Ryan looked bewildered, opening his mouth to say something, but Chloe was already wiping her tears, fleeing as if her life depended on it. Back home, Ryan and I fell into a cold war. Waking up in the middle of the night, I paused as I passed his study. The door was tightly shut, but with my superior hearing as a neurosurgeon, I caught every word of the conversation inside. “Ryan, you were too hasty!” “Skylar hasn’t taught me The Phoenix Nerve Technique yet. Now isn’t the time to burn bridges with her!” “Y-yes… I’m sorry, Chloe. I just want you so badly! I want to marry you officially! I want to—” “I understand, but my heart and soul are already yours. Can’t you wait a little longer? Please?” “Alright… So, how are you going to make it up to me?” “Oh!” “Next time, we’ll try a new position. I promise it’ll blow your mind.” “…” I trembled, leaning against the wall, silent tears streaming down my face again. “What a loving couple, indeed!” “Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.” As soon as dawn broke, Chloe called me. “Skylar, have you and Ryan made up?” “Ryan’s words yesterday were just drunken ramblings, please don’t take them seriously.” “Your kindness in teaching and guiding me has always been etched in my heart. Even though you’re only seven years older, I’ve always seen you like a mother.” “I would never do something so ungrateful as to be intimate with Ryan. You have to believe me, boo-hoo…” On the other end of the line, she was crying her eyes out. I didn’t expose her, only sneered silently. I had just hung up when Ryan pushed open the door. “Skylar, I was so out of it yesterday, I don’t know what happened. Someone must have been jealous and spiked my drink to make a fool of me.” “That gift package was just a prank to lighten the mood. This diamond ring was meant for you.” I took the ring, then tossed it into the trash can without a second thought, shoving a freshly printed divorce agreement at him. “Sign it.” Ryan froze, opening his mouth, but I pushed a surgical notebook gently towards him. “Now, can you sign it?” Seeing the surgical secrets, his pupils constricted sharply. He immediately picked up the pen to sign. But then he paused, his hand trembling slightly, a flicker of confusion in his eyes that even he didn’t notice. Three or four seconds later, he signed and quickly stood up. Before leaving, he glanced back at me, unusually calm, his lips twitching. “Skylar, I…” I cut him off. “I’ve let you go. Leave.” “Congratulations, Mr. Ryan, on regaining your freedom.” That same day, I posted a statement online, severing my mentorship with Chloe. Soon after, Ryan posted a response. [Shocking! Ex-husband publicly exposes Neurosurgeon Skylar Matthews’ Three Major Crimes!] “One, accepting bribes, openly disregarding hospital regulations, repeatedly and actively soliciting under-the-table payments from patient families, with bribe income reaching at least a million!” “Two, malpractice and negligence, not only refusing to treat the poor but also causing patient deaths multiple times due to misdiagnosis, then using money to cover it up.” “Three, marital infidelity, repeatedly offering ‘escort services’ to wealthy patients, and using her position and reputation to coerce new industry recruits into becoming her young boy-toys.” Below the post were videos of a group of patients and a young intern who had just joined the hospital, tearfully accusing me. No need to ask, Ryan must have used his money and influence. The post quickly shot to the top of trending topics, and the comment section exploded. The countless curses scrolling wildly across the screen were like poisoned daggers relentlessly stabbing my already shattered heart.

I clenched my fists, knuckles white, ultimately suppressing the volcanic rage and bitter hurt welling up inside me. The tears that had been brewing in my eyes didn’t fall. Because it wasn’t worth it. If they wanted to play, I’d play along until the very end! The next day, as I went to work at the hospital, security guards and nurses in the lobby pointed and whispered about me. I ignored them completely. As I was about to enter the elevator, Dean Thompson blocked my way, his face furious. “Dr. Matthews, an internal review has been initiated regarding your conduct. You’ll be suspended for a period.” I was stunned. “Dean, do you believe those online rumors too?” “Whether they’re rumors, we’ll find out after the investigation.” “But there are so many patients waiting for me…” Before I could finish, a tall, strikingly handsome man, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, approached me. “Effective immediately, you are no longer my sister’s attending physician. I cannot entrust my sister to someone of such questionable character.” My expression shifted slightly. I reminded him, “Mr. Thorne, you know your sister’s condition. You’ve consulted every famous doctor, domestic and international. Only I can save her.” Alex Thorne frowned at my words. Just as he looked troubled, Chloe, in a white coat, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Her eyes glinting, she said softly, “Mr. Thorne, actually…” “I can do it too.” I paused, then scoffed, a cold smile on my lips. “Oh, really? Just got expelled from your mentorship, and your wings are already so strong?” Chloe looked heartbroken, her voice tinged with a sob. “Skylar, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to steal your patient, and I had no idea about that post Ryan made.” “But now the patient’s family insists they don’t want you to treat her. As a doctor, one can’t just disregard a patient’s life, right?” “Life is paramount, and patients have the right to choose their attending physician. These are all things you once taught me.” Alex Thorne looked at her skeptically. “My sister’s illness is a rare one. You can treat it?” Chloe nodded eagerly, about to guarantee it, when Alex already made up his mind. “Alright, you’re hired.” I sighed softly, then urged, “Mr. Thorne, I just taught her the surgical techniques. Even if she’s talented, I’m afraid…” Before I could finish, Alex waved his hand. “Shut your mouth, you jinx! Get her out of here!” Seeing several bodyguards approach, I quickly stepped back. “Don’t touch me. I’ll leave myself.” Before walking out the main door, I turned my head, sharing a deeply meaningful gaze with Alex . Over the next few days, Chloe’s treatment of Audrey went remarkably smoothly. For this, the hospital even held a commendation ceremony specifically for her. I was also required to attend, standing on stage like a mere green leaf, accentuating her dazzling brilliance. “Now, Mr. Thorne’s sister’s condition is basically stable, and Mr. Thorne, to show his gratitude, has expressed his intention to donate one hundred million dollars to our hospital!” “This is all thanks to Dr. Chloe. Her Phoenix Nerve Technique is truly phenomenal!” “Furthermore, according to many public reports, Dr. Chloe frequently offers free medical services and has an excellent reputation in the industry. She’s simply the opposite of some people.” At this, Dean Thompson glared at me, his brow furrowed, then continued, “After investigation, the claims in that previous post have been largely verified.” “The senior management and I have decided to terminate Skylar Matthews’ employment. The position of Head of Chinese Medicine, which she previously held, will be taken over by Chloe.” The audience erupted in thunderous applause, mixed with shouts of condemnation directed at me. “Serves her right!” “A corrupt, depraved doctor like her is an insult to our noble profession!” “Dismissal is too light; she should be blacklisted from the entire industry!”

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The moment I heard about my daughter’s plane crash, my entire family turned on me. My husband, Robert, immediately brought his mistress, Serena, into our home. He sneered at me, arrogant and defiant: “Serena and I have been separated for decades, but she was always meant to be my wife.” “Vivian is dead, blown to smithereens, so your protection is gone. You’re no longer the high-and-mighty Mrs. Harper. From now on, you’ll learn to know your place!” My son, Brandon, smirked with pure malice: “After years of being walked over by Vivian, I finally feel good. The Harper Group is mine now.” “And you, old hag, stop throwing your weight around. Serve us well, and you might still get a mouthful of food in this house!” My once-loving family instantly transformed into demons with twisted faces and cruel fangs. They reunited in the villa my daughter bought for me, indulging in lavish spending with the money she gave me. Meanwhile, I was forced into the doghouse, given scraps that even a dog wouldn’t touch. But what they didn’t know was that Vivian had been delayed by a meeting. She never even boarded that crashed plane…

It was early winter, and I was wearing only light clothes when my husband and son threw me out to the doghouse. Watching Serena’s familiar put-on act, I couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating laugh. Years ago, Vivian had threatened Robert with his shares in the company to make him break up with Serena. Turns out he only pretended to agree, still seeing her behind Vivian’s back all this time! “Robert, how dare you lie to Vivian? Aren’t you afraid she’ll come back and take everything from you?!” The group on the steps peered down at me. A few seconds later, a harsh burst of laughter erupted. “Vivian has been blown to smithereens. She’s still dreaming; it’s laughable.” Brandon’s face was full of disgust: “Mom, look at you, a senile old fool. Only Vivian ever treated you like a treasure, but now she’s dead, and your lifeline is gone. From now on, you’ll have to live off our scraps. Just thinking about it gives me a thrill!” Robert wrapped an arm around Serena, patting Brandon’s shoulder with satisfaction: “The entire Harper Group will be ours, mine and my son’s. Once we get Vivian’s inheritance from you, the Harper Group will become the Hayes Group. Then you can go join your dear daughter!” Robert’s words sent a surge of excitement through them all. I didn’t know if I was cold from the outside or if my heart was colder than ice. I clenched my fists, trembling uncontrollably. For so many years, their act had been so convincing. Robert had always been attentive, thoughtful, and polite. When Vivian caught him cheating years ago, he knelt, begging for my forgiveness, vowing never to repeat his mistake. He even accepted Vivian changing her surname to mine without a word of complaint. Brandon was always dutiful, showing Vivian, his older sister, the utmost respect. Now, the news of Vivian’s plane crash had barely reached us, and their true colors were completely revealed! Robert scoffed, pointing at the doghouse. “You don’t deserve to live in such a nice villa anymore. You’ll stay in the doghouse. By day, you’ll be our maid; by night, our watchdog.” I snapped, “You wouldn’t dare! Vivian bought this villa for me, and it’s in my name.” I started to walk up, but Robert raised his hand and shoved me. I tumbled down the steps, my old back injury flaring with excruciating pain. Serena let out a delicate, mocking laugh, her eyes full of scorn. “Eleanor, you’re too old for this. Don’t forget, tomorrow morning I want a custom-blended green tea smoothie. Make sure it’s ready.” With that, she casually linked arms with Robert: “It’s freezing, Robert, Brandon. Let’s go inside.” The large door slammed shut in front of me. I endured the sharp pain and crawled into the doghouse for warmth. My phone and bank cards weren’t with me. Robert had bribed the house security guards at some point. I couldn’t even get out of the yard. This wasn’t the time for anger. They still didn’t know Vivian never boarded that plane. I had to hold on until she returned! Then we’d see if they could still wipe that smug grin off their faces.

The shivering night finally passed. But I was woken by a basin of cold, greasy slop thrown on me! “Still sleeping? Mr. Hayes and Master Brandon are already up. Go prepare breakfast immediately.” I trembled, looking up. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, sneered. Seeing no reaction from me, she tried to kick me. I grabbed her ankle. “I suggest you know your place.” As soon as the news of the plane crash broke last night, everyone assumed Vivian’s chances of survival were practically zero. Robert had incited the servants and security guards to obey him. Now, everyone dared to kick me while I was down! The way self-interest turns people cold truly disheartens you. Mrs. Jenkins scoffed, shaking her foot free. “Still trying to pull the ‘lady of the house’ routine? Pfft! Our boss has changed. You’re no longer the esteemed Mrs. Harper. Mr. Hayes said you’re lower than us now in this house.” “Get up and cook!” I forced myself to crawl out of the doghouse, enduring my aching back and the cold. Mrs. Jenkins impatiently pushed me. As I entered the house, I saw Serena emerge, wearing my custom-made silk pajamas. She wrinkled her nose, clutching it with her hand. “It stinks! How can anyone eat the breakfast she makes?” Robert walked out of Vivian’s study, holding a gift box. “Then she can go clean the toilets,” he said, waving to Serena. “Serena, here’s an emerald necklace. It’ll look beautiful on you.” Serena swayed her hips over to him. The two of them cozily draped the necklace around her neck, admiring it. “That’s the birthday gift Vivian bought for me at auction for eighty million dollars! You can’t touch it!” I tried to rush over but Mrs. Jenkins held me in a death grip. She whispered in my ear, “Do you really think you’re worthy to compete with the new missus?” Robert feigned innocence, “Vivian? Where’s Vivian? Eleanor, are you still clinging to that delusion? Your Vivian died long ago, didn’t even leave a handful of ashes.” “Brandon is going to the company today to announce Vivian’s death. After her memorial and the will is settled, we’ll kick even you out!” Both Robert and Brandon knew that Vivian’s inheritance would surely be left to me. That’s why they hadn’t kicked me out yesterday. But I wondered what expressions these heartless monsters would make if they saw Vivian walk back in, safe and sound. Just then, Brandon came downstairs, talking on his phone: “Yes, tell the reporters the news is accurate. The Harper Group will hold a memorial service. Mrs. Harper?” Brandon glanced at me, then deliberately choked up. “My mother is overwhelmed by the news and has fallen ill. Everything will be handled by my father and me.” He and Robert exchanged glances, and Robert nodded in approval. Then, Robert stormed towards me, his eyes hard. “What are you doing?” My heart lurched. I tried to dodge, but Mrs. Jenkins held me in a death grip. Robert conjured a sickeningly sweet smile. And then, he viciously kicked me in the stomach! My sixty-year-old body crumpled to the ground, curling into a ball, sweat beading from the pain. Robert bent down, looking at me like a dying ant: “If you’re sick, you should act sick. That’s more convincing.” “Lock her up. No need for a doctor. It’ll be perfect if she’s unable to speak at the memorial service.”

Two security guards dragged me to the storage room. The door was locked from the outside, and there wasn’t even a window. “Eleanor? Eleanor?” A weak voice suddenly came from under the door. I struggled to look, pressed against the floor. But I only saw a pair of shoe soles. “Eleanor, it’s Chloe. Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?” I clutched the door, my heart pounding. Chloe hadn’t been working for us long. Vivian had helped her after she experienced domestic abuse, and hired her as a cleaner. I didn’t know if I could trust her, but I had to take the risk now! “Chloe, sweetie, can you get my phone for me?” I had to contact Vivian. I needed her to come back quickly. “I’ll go right now,” Chloe’s footsteps quickly retreated. I prayed silently in the darkness. Time had never felt so long… Suddenly, a bag was slipped under the door. It was my phone, along with two painkillers! Good girl, Chloe! Vivian absolutely has to give you a raise when she gets back! I huddled in the corner and pulled out my phone. It hadn’t been charged for a day and a night, and the battery was only at three percent. I quickly dialed Vivian’s number, but the call couldn’t connect. Then I called Vivian’s assistant, Marcus. It rang! Each buzz of the connection slammed against my heart. Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed from outside the door! Every hair on my body stood on end. As the door opened, Serena walked in. At the same moment, the assistant’s call connected. “Eleanor? Are you looking for Vivian?” “Quickly come back…” I saw Serena discover me. I shouted desperately, but she snatched the phone away from me. She intended to see who I was calling. But the phone died right then. She narrowed her eyes. “Eleanor, you truly are restless, aren’t you?” I leaned against the wall: “Serena, my daughter is coming back. When she does, you’ll be even more miserable than you were years ago.” After all, back then, under Vivian’s threats, Robert had abandoned Serena on the spot. Everyone who knew her knew she was a shameless and failed mistress. She had lost all dignity, ostracized by everyone. Perhaps she recalled her own humiliation from back then. Serena gritted her teeth, crouched down, and grabbed my hair. “Eleanor! Vivian is dead! Her personal effects have been sent back from the airport. There are even fragments of a gift she was bringing for you. Her body was vaporized! What do you have to be so arrogant about?” I scoffed: “Did I hit a nerve? Serena, you have a messed-up marriage and a daughter who barely acknowledges you, so you coveted my husband and resented me for having a wonderful daughter. You lost this game a long time ago.” Serena’s mouth twitched involuntarily. She raised her hand, poised to strike me. I closed my eyes, only to hear a sharp ‘CRACK!’ But no sting on my cheek? Opening my eyes, I saw she had slapped herself? Tears welled in Serena’s eyes. “Eleanor, why would you do this to me?” Almost simultaneously, Robert walked in through the doorway. He saw her clutching her cheek, her voice thick with emotion. He immediately helped her up. “I just came to ask Eleanor if she wanted something to eat, but she called me delusional and hit me.” “Robert, it hurts so much.” Serena’s tears streamed down her face. Robert’s eyes instantly blazed with fury. His eyes wide with rage, he roared at me: “You wretched woman! Someone, throw her into the basement!”

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