Just one month after getting engaged, I had been running around like crazy preparing for the wedding when I overheard my fiancé bragging to his friends in a private room about sleeping with another girl. This time, I turned and left immediately. I went home, packed up all my things, and contacted a realtor to sell our marital home. When Gabriel found out, he panicked for a moment. His friend sitting next to him sneered, “Everyone’s trying to get on your good side these days. How could Amelia possibly give this up? She’ll be back in a couple of days.” Gabriel thought about my attitude towards him over the past two years, and his expression became smug again, swirling the wine glass in his hand. It wasn’t until the marital home was actually sold that he was stunned, watching the new occupants move in. Gabriel and I had been together for five years since college. I was personally preparing for the wedding, feeling incredibly sweet. I had been busy for half a month and lost four pounds, and I was also preparing a surprise for him. Until that day, I went to find him with the surprise without telling him in advance. I was arranging my surprise with the waiter at the door when I stumbled upon his disgusting side. “How was that model I introduced you to last time? Much more accommodating than your fiancée, right?” Talking about this, Gabriel’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Although she was a virgin, she knew quite a bit. Amelia is so boring in comparison.” Hearing this, the people around him became unrestrained. “I heard your fiancée wants to wait until the wedding night. That’s so old-fashioned.” “If you ask me, it’s only because you’re indulging her. If it were me, I would’ve taken her by force already.” “She’s an orphan, what’s there to be afraid of? She likes you so much, maybe she’s just waiting for you to make a move.” “Yeah, Amelia always dresses so tightly, with that little figure of hers. Tsk, if that’s not trying to seduce you, I don’t believe it.” Gabriel thought about how I dressed each time, savoring it for a moment. His body also reacted, and with the atmosphere around him, he spoke frivolously, “Maybe I’ll try that when I get home tonight.” Hearing this, sharp laughter erupted around him. I was at the door listening to all this, feeling like I was meeting Gabriel for the first time. I immediately pushed the door open and went in, giving Gabriel a slap across the face. Gabriel, having lost face, grabbed me and held me against him. “Amelia, you think you can disrespect me like this?” I was petite and couldn’t break free from Gabriel’s grip for a moment. I could only struggle continuously, my dress riding up a bit. The malicious laughter around me, the scrutinizing gazes, and Gabriel’s disrespectful hands made me feel sick to my stomach. People who aren’t worth it, circles that aren’t worth it, might as well clean them all out.

The drama that day ended with me headbutting Gabriel’s chin hard. At that time, Gabriel coldly pushed me away. “Amelia, you’re such a killjoy. Why can’t you learn from them?” Following Gabriel’s gaze, I finally saw a row of girls with various makeup styles standing in the private room. I understood in my heart. This man had been rotten for a long time, or perhaps he had always been rotten. Asking me to learn from them, I suddenly laughed. “If you like them so much, why don’t you marry them instead?” The ring on my middle finger also hit Gabriel’s face along with my words. “Sis, we were just joking earlier. Gabriel, you know your fiancée can’t be compared to these girls.” Someone, seeing the situation wasn’t good, quickly tried to smooth things over. Gabriel glanced at that person, and everyone around shut up. “Amelia, stop making a scene.” My smile grew wider. This man was more shameless than I thought. Too lazy to entangle further, I walked to the door and picked up the surprise I had prepared – it was the autographed T-shirt of the sports star he wanted most. Now it seemed that even this sports star wouldn’t want to give his autograph to such a person. How unlucky. “Mr. Gu, you need to coax your wife~” The girl speaking was one of the row from earlier. Gabriel pulled this girl to sit down, looking unconcerned. “It’s fine, she’ll be waiting for me at home even if I don’t coax her.” I don’t know what else was said after that because I had already left.

The first thing I did now was to list that autographed T-shirt for sale on eBay. How rare this autograph was, how many people I had to ask for favors to get just one. But at least I could make a profit at market price. Then I contacted a moving company, packed up all my things, not leaving Gabriel a single bit. Even the marital home. Thinking of this, I found the property deed and called to contact a realtor. “Sell this house as quickly as possible, I’ll give you an extra point of commission.” The realtor’s eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly. This house wouldn’t be difficult to sell at all. I had chosen this house myself. The location was excellent, so naturally, the price was high. Although Gabriel had money, it was all company accounts. He wanted to take out a loan, but I really didn’t want our marital home to be bought with a loan. So I let Gabriel pay a part, and I secretly paid the majority myself, getting it in full, and naturally, it had to be in my name. Who would have thought that my heart’s blood would end up like this? Out of sight, out of mind. The efficiency of the moving company I hired was extremely high. It wasn’t long before I moved back to the villa my parents had left me. Living alone was a bit empty, but it was full of my parents’ presence, which calmed my emotions quite a bit.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t hurt, but I absolutely wouldn’t waste energy on things that weren’t worth it. Compared to the pain of losing my parents back then, what was this? Coincidentally, there was a business trip to England coming up at the company. I had pushed it back earlier because of the wedding date, but now it was just right to use work to ease my mood and change my environment. Once I had made up my mind, I went to do it. I asked the project manager if I could still join, and she was very happy for me to go. The person we were going to meet this time had been a close partner of my parents years ago. If I could go, it would give us a bit of an advantage. Although business is business and success isn’t guaranteed, this is how it works. The more chances you have, the higher the probability of success. “Miss Amelia, now that you’re here, why don’t you take the position of overall manager?” the person in charge opposite me said. I was stunned for a moment and quickly refused. “No need, you’ve been in charge of this all along. What right do I have to take over? Just carry on as you have been. I’ll tell the chairman I just want a deputy manager position.” The person opposite sent a smiley emoji. “Got it, I definitely won’t let Miss Amelia down!” She’s good at handling things. My position is quite high, and I hold a large share in the company. According to the rules, it would be right for me to be in charge. But joining halfway through when the work is already half done, I certainly can’t steal someone else’s credit. Otherwise, it would inevitably cause resentment below.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around me, my mood had indeed lightened quite a bit. This trip really was the right decision. After finishing work, I sat in the café downstairs, leisurely passing time. “Amelia.” A middle-aged man stood in front of me. With his scholarly demeanor, paired with a neat suit, he looked very proper. I got up in pleasant surprise. “Uncle Wang!” “You little girl, sit down quickly. You’ve grown up so much. I remember when I was working with your parents, you were only this tall.” Uncle Wang looked at me affectionately, gesturing to show how tall I was back then. I reminisced as well. “Yes, time really flies.” “You’ve had it tough. If your father and mother were still here, seeing you like this now, they would be so proud.” Uncle Wang looked at me with emotion. “Let’s not talk about that. The way you were negotiating in the meeting just now, you’ve really surpassed your parents. If my useless son had even half your ability, that would be great!” “Uncle Wang, you’re exaggerating. I heard a few years ago that your son was the top scholar in the province. He must be much more outstanding than me. From the photos, he looks quite handsome too.” I smiled modestly. “That boy is only good at studying. I wanted him to learn management, but he insists on doing scientific research. He’s studying abroad here, otherwise I wouldn’t have come to manage this project personally. My boy doesn’t even have a partner yet. Oh, I saw on your social media last time that you’re about to get married. When the time comes, Uncle Wang must come to support you. That fiancé of yours is quite talented too. I helped him once for your sake, and he really made something of himself.” Uncle Wang talked about my marriage like an old father. My expression froze, not knowing how to explain for a moment. I could only laugh it off. “Uncle Wang, if I get married, you must come and experience what it’s like to have a daughter.” Just as I finished speaking, Uncle Wang’s phone rang. He didn’t notice anything unusual in my words. “Okay, let’s talk later. Amelia, Uncle Wang has to go now. You enjoy yourself here.” Therefore, I also breathed a sigh of relief, nodding obediently and getting up to see Uncle Wang off a bit.

After a busy month, the work in England was finally completed. The environment here really is nice. Coincidentally, my annual leave was approved, so I decided to stay a few more days. When Uncle Wang learned that I planned to stay a few more days, he called and asked his son to show me around locally. I never refuse the care of elders, it always makes me feel like I still have family around. “Sister Amelia.” A young man about a head and a half taller than me tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned to look at him. Youth really is full of vitality. “Are you William?” “It’s me, sis. My dad asked me to show you around for a few days~ I happen to be free recently!” William blinked his big eyes. Looking at his eyes, it felt like you could see right through to his heart. “I thought you students studying abroad were all very busy.” Looking at the clean smiling face in front of me, I was willing to joke around a bit too. “We are very busy, but to accompany a beauty like you, sis, of course I’m not busy anymore.” William’s sincere tone didn’t make people feel offended, but rather happy. I couldn’t help but tease, “Is your mouth this sweet with everyone?” “How could that be possible? My dad specially instructed me to take good care of you, sis! How could I fool you!” William snorted lightly. I was amused. What a cute boy. “You really are suited for scientific research, not suitable for taking over your dad’s business.” “Right? My dad is such an old fogey, he doesn’t understand the charm of technology. He only knows about money, money, money. You need to contribute to the country to be truly meaningful!” William nodded in agreement. I shook my head with a smile. “I just think that such a pure and honest person like you, little brother, isn’t suitable for the intrigues and worldly wisdom of the business world.” Seeing that I had relaxed, William blinked mischievously. “Actually, I’m only a year younger than you, sis. I call you Sister Amelia, why don’t you call me Little Will?” Looking at the young man in a hoodie, full of vigor, who was only a year younger than me, I was shocked in my heart. I didn’t look that old either, did I? Why did he seem so full of life? “You’re only a year younger than me?” “Yes, sis. You don’t think I’m very young, do you? Actually, Sister Amelia only looks more professional because of how you’re dressed. You don’t look older than me at all. How about I take you to a fun place tonight?” William’s eyes turned, seemingly thinking of some good idea. I coughed lightly to cover my embarrassment. Having just graduated and entered the company in a management position, being naturally short and thin, of course I had to dress more maturely.

While I was having a great time in England, one of Gabriel’s friends called me. “Sis, we want to apologize for what happened that day. We spoke carelessly. Don’t blame Gabriel.” “I’m not blaming him. You’re overthinking it.” My previously happy mood suddenly plummeted. Really… these people are like ghosts that won’t leave me alone. “Gabriel said your company’s work ended a while ago, so… when is sis coming back?” “When I come back has nothing to do with you, does it? Did breaking up mean restricting my personal freedom?” “Sis, this…” The person hadn’t finished speaking when Gabriel’s angry voice came through the phone. “Let her be. She’s really putting on airs. She really thinks she’s still the little princess she used to be.” I hung up the phone as soon as I heard his voice, and also added this number to the blacklist. “Mr. Gu, this…” “I said let her be. You’re all senior executives under me, you’ve all apologized to her. What more does she want?” Gabriel’s face was full of disdain. He pressed the special service bell, and a luxurious atmosphere quickly spread throughout the room, with sounds that made people blush. He drank himself into a stupor. “Mr. Gu, shall I call a driver to take you home? Where do you live?” the waiter asked. In his confusion, Gabriel reported an address. When they sent him home, Gabriel only realized he had come to our marital home. The cold wind sobered him up quite a bit. Gabriel felt an inexplicable anger rise in his heart with nowhere to vent. He vindictively inserted the key into the lock, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t open it. After he fumbled for ten minutes, the door opened. His heart skipped a beat, with a glimmer of hope. “Who are you? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police. It’s the middle of the night.” A burly man stood at the door, looking displeased at the alcohol-reeking man in front of him. “Who are you? Why are you in my home?” “What do you mean your home? This is my home!” The burly man irritably pushed Gabriel back a bit. “Where’s Amelia? Tell her to get out here, how dare she bring a man home!!!” Gabriel roared. “Amelia? Oh, are you her man? She’s already sold this house to me. Go look for her somewhere else.” The burly man imagined a dramatic love story, and swiftly closed the door. Gabriel looked at the tightly shut door in disbelief, letting out a howl. “Amelia, how dare you do this to me!!!” “Who is it, making a scene in the middle of the night? Get lost, or I’m calling the police.” “You have the guts to come down and say that!” The other side didn’t reply, but half a minute later he was dragged out by two or three security guards. Gabriel went crazy after drinking, cursing me as he was taken away. “That bitch, don’t you dare regret it!!!”

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On my wedding day, Adrian Collins’ dear “sister” Vivian Taylor suddenly fainted, and he left me to accompany her to the hospital. My mom, sitting below, witnessed this scene and immediately had a heart attack. Yet, everyone around seemed to be watching the drama unfold, with not a single person offering help. By the time I got her to the hospital, we had missed the critical window for treatment. It was then that Adrian finally called, “Mia Stone, where are you? Vivian’s condition has worsened, and she needs your bone marrow!” “Adrian, let’s break up!” I hung up the phone and turned away. This time, I won’t look back. … Five years ago, I saved Vivian Taylor. After the successful bone marrow transplant, Adrian asked me to stay, saying he wanted to repay me. I stayed with him for five years, and today we were holding our wedding ceremony. Vivian just happened to faint at this moment. I begged him not to leave, but Adrian pried my fingers off, “Mia Stone, it’s a matter of life and death. How can you be so cruel!” He called me cruel, but he didn’t even notice Vivian on the floor below, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, she was clearly faking it! My mom had a heart attack and collapsed on the ground because of this incident, I cried out for help, but not a single person in attendance stepped forward. They all knew who held Adrian’s heart, and now that he had left, it was enough to show that I wasn’t that important, so nobody bothered to help me. In the end, it was a waiter who called for an ambulance, but it was too late. I stared at my mom, covered by a white sheet, lying there silent and still, I couldn’t even cry, my whole body felt frozen. At that moment, Adrian appeared at the hospital, seeing me, he quickly grabbed my arm, “Mia Stone, you’re here just in time, Vivian’s old illness has relapsed, come with me for a check-up!” I shook him off, Adrian was stunned, “Mia Stone!” “Adrian, I don’t owe you anything, I won’t donate bone marrow again.” Adrian hadn’t expected me to talk to him like this, his face immediately darkened, “I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m telling you, come with me!” He was the CEO of a listed company, decisive and always forceful. In the past, I would have certainly agreed,but now, with a life between us, I absolutely refuse to be their mobile bone marrow bank again. However, I had underestimated him, Adrian immediately called his bodyguards, forcibly dragging me into the hospital room for a full examination. Ignoring that my mother’s body was still in the morgue, I screamed hysterically, “Adrian!” “My mom had a heart attack, she’s gone, and you still want to extract my bone marrow. Are you even human!” “I will never forgive you in this lifetime!” A flash of bewilderment crossed Adrian’s face, “What did you say?” My eyes were bloodshot, “Don’t believe me? Go ask!” “So many people saw it at the wedding venue!” Adrian pressed his lips together, silent for a long while before finally saying, “Mia Stone, the dead are gone, the living are what’s most important.” “Don’t you think?” I nearly spat out blood, how could he say such a thing! Of course, in his eyes, no one was as important as his Vivian Taylor. My mom, this sickly person, was just a burden,now that she’s dead, isn’t it exactly what they wanted? I laughed coldly, “I won’t donate. No one can threaten me!” My mom is gone, I will no longer beg him. Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly, a sign of his anger. He was about to explode when a weak female voice came from behind: “It’s okay, if Mia Stone is unwilling, let’s not force her.” Vivian Taylor stood at the door, clutching her chest, looking fragile. Adrian immediately went over and held her in his arms, “No way, you’re the most important, if she won’t donate, I have other ways.” Hearing this, Vivian snuggled into his embrace, giving me a triumphant smile. I suddenly laughed coldly, “I won’t donate. If you have the guts, just kill me!” Adrian’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, but I wasn’t afraid at all, meeting his gaze directly. He said coldly, “You don’t want anything to happen to your mother’s body, do you?” I was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger rushed up! “Adrian, you dare!” “Donate the bone marrow, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” He left holding Vivian, and I collapsed on the ground, knowing he would definitely do it.

“Adrian! You’ll regret this!” Hearing my hysterical cries, Adrian froze, but his footsteps only paused briefly before he left without looking back. I took a deep breath, but before I could react, I was lifted up by his bodyguards. “Mr. Collins said that before this, you need to undergo an examination, you can only leave after you’ve donated bone marrow.” I couldn’t help but shout, “This is illegal! Let me go!” But my words carried little weight, I had no way to fight against them. I was dragged to the operating room, when the doctor in a white coat came over with a syringe, I immediately tensed up. He reminded me, “Think about your mother. Don’t resist unnecessarily.” I laughed bitterly, the moment the needle pierced my skin, the pain was excruciating. Feeling like my body was being drained, I passed out immediately! When I woke up again, I was alone lying on the hospital bed. I don’t know how long it had been before a nurse came to check on me, “You’re awake? Go home and rest well.” I grabbed her despite the pain, “Where’s Adrian?” “Where is my mother’s body!” The nurse looked troubled, “I don’t know about that. You’ll have to ask Mr. Collins.” I immediately rolled out of bed and fell to the floor, someone walked in from outside – it was Adrian. He quickly came over and helped me back onto the bed, I clutched his collar, “Adrian, where’s my mom!” “Don’t worry, she’s been sent to the funeral home, you can go there anytime.” I wanted to leave right away, but he held me down, “The doctor said you just had bone marrow extracted. You need to rest now.” “I don’t need to!”I shook off Adrian’s hand, my face cold, “Remember, this is the last time I’m donating bone marrow. From now on, we owe each other nothing!” I pushed him away as I finished speaking, Adrian gripped my wrist tightly, “Stop being difficult, okay? Without bone marrow, Vivian will die!” I found it laughable, “Is that so? But when you left me at the wedding venue, did you ever think that my mom would leave me because of this?” “She was my only family!” Adrian looked at my red eyes and frowned slightly, “I’m sorry. The wedding, I can make it up to you. The position of Mrs. Collins, I’m saving it for you.” “Who wants it?” Mrs. Collins, what a great honor indeed! “Adrian, you don’t really think I’d forgive you just like that, do you!” I hoped to see a hint of remorse in his eyes, but unfortunately, there was none. Adrian took a deep breath, “I will make it up to you.” “Compensation? There’s a life between us， a life for a life, why don’t you compensate me with your own life?” Adrian was getting impatient, “Mia Stone, know your limits! Sometimes, death might be a relief!” I raised my hand and slapped him! Adrian’s face turned to the side, and suddenly a voice came from outside, “Adrian! Adrian, what happened to you?” Vivian Taylor, wearing a hospital gown and looking pale, hurriedly rushed over, “Adrian!” “How dare you hit him!” She glared at me angrily. I laughed coldly, “Hitting him is the least I could do. What, Adrian, can’t you take this slap from me? Or do you want to hit me back? Go ahead!” I raised my head, looking at him. Adrian sighed, about to speak when I clutched my hand and left directly. “Where are you going?” “None of your business! I told you, we owe each other nothing!” I shook him off, Adrian was about to chase after me when Vivian suddenly stumbled and fell into his arms, stopping Adrian in his tracks.

I ignored them and headed straight for the funeral home, after showing my ID, I finally saw my mother’s body, it was pushed out from a cold storage unit, stiff all over. I fell to my knees in front of her, my hands trembling as I lifted the white cloth, when I saw that familiar face, I felt my whole body freeze, my throat could only produce dry sounds; I couldn’t cry, couldn’t release my emotions, the pain in my heart felt like it was about to burst. I clutched her hand tightly, it was cold and stiff, completely different from the warm hands I remembered. I vaguely recalled before the wedding, Mom hugging me and saying softly, “My baby is about to get married, even if Mom’s not around in the future, you’ll have someone to take care of you.” At that time, neither of us imagined that Adrian would choose Vivian. It was all my fault, I was too naive, thinking I could stay by his side, that years of devotion would earn his true love. I really overestimated myself and underestimated Vivian’s position in his heart. I don’t know how long I stayed there until the funeral home staff reminded me, “Miss, is it okay now? Time’s up.” I stepped back, nodding with a choked voice, watching Mom being pushed into the crematorium. When she came out, only a small box remained. I frowned as I held the urn of ashes. Mom had been trapped in that small town her whole life, never having gone anywhere. Her biggest wish was to see me find a good marriage. But now, I can’t even afford a decent burial plot for her. I didn’t have that much money on hand, and I barely managed to scrape together $3,000. The staff quickly ran over. “Miss, someone has paid a large sum to exchange for a high-end burial plot for you. It’s over there, facing south with good feng shui!” I was stunned, “What did you say? Who was it!” “He hasn’t left yet. His surname is Collins.” Hearing this, I immediately walked towards the front office area. The moment I saw Adrian, I clenched my fists, “Adrian Collins, what exactly do you want?” Adrian looked at me, “Mia Stone, this is my sincere gesture. If you accept it, I’ll feel a bit better.” “No need. We’re just ordinary people. We can’t accept your grand kindness.” Adrian’s handsome brows suddenly became sharp, “Mia Stone, what are you being pretentious about!” “It’s just a wedding. I didn’t want to see your mom pass away either, but she was already ill. Can you stop being so stubborn?” These words coming from his mouth were particularly heartless. I took a deep breath, “I told you, there’s a life between us. I won’t forgive you.” “Put away your false kindness!” When my mom was alive, Adrian never came to see her. It wasn’t until her body was about to give out that Adrian said he’d meet her once. The wedding was also Adrian’s decision. My mom didn’t care about the wedding arrangements, treating it only as a networking opportunity. That’s why no one cared about our life or death. Hearing this, Adrian got angry, “Mia Stone, don’t be ungrateful! She’s my mother-in-law too. Letting her rest in peace is the right thing to do. Otherwise, do you want to see her buried so shabbily?” Without further ado, Adrian snatched the urn from my hands and handed it to a staff member nearby, “Bury her immediately!” Then he turned to his secretary: “Have all the senior executives of Collins Group come to attend!” “Notify the media!” I clenched my fists, “Adrian, what are you trying to do now? My mom’s funeral is not a tool for promoting your company!” “I won’t let others handle this either!”

“Mia Stone, I just want to make amends,” Adrian said solemnly. “I was wrong at the wedding. I shouldn’t have left you. That was indeed a mistake. Vivian was right, no matter what, you’re still the Mrs. Collins I publicly announced. I must respond to this.” “Otherwise, your future path will be very difficult.” “So, this was Vivian Taylor’s idea?” I looked up at him. Adrian nodded, “Vivian is thinking of you. You should know…” “Enough!” I interrupted him. “I never thought the great CEO Adrian Collins would be so thoughtful, following a young girl’s every command.” “Adrian, if you really feel bad for me, just stay away, okay?” Adrian frowned deeply, “Why do you have to be so biased against her? You should know that day at the wedding…” “Don’t mention the wedding to me! My mom’s gone because of that wedding. It’s a pain I’ll carry for life, and I’ll never forgive you! All I ask is to keep my distance from you. Can we part ways amicably?” “You don’t need to worry about my affairs. Let’s annul our engagement. Fortunately, we didn’t get our marriage certificate. Otherwise, we’d have to go through a divorce!” I was grateful that we hadn’t gotten our marriage certificate at that time. This was also something Vivian had strongly opposed back then. I knew what he was thinking. He was afraid that once I officially became Mrs. Collins, it would be harder to end things. So he persuaded Adrian not to get the marriage certificate with me first. Now I’m actually thankful for that, while Adrian was unhappy. I didn’t care about his expression. I reached out to grab the urn back, but Adrian held it down. “We’ll do it this way. After the funeral, I’ll let you go.” I couldn’t argue with him, so I knelt down. Adrian was stunned when he saw me do this. “Mr. Collins, I’m begging you, please give me my freedom, okay?” “My mom probably doesn’t want to be used by you, nor does she want a grand funeral orchestrated by you. She’s just my mother!” “She’s my mother alone!” “Adrian, I’m begging you!” “Please, for the sake of the two bone marrow donations I made over the past few years!” My head was spinning. Since donating bone marrow, I hadn’t had time to recover before coming here. Now all my strength was drained. Adrian’s expression softened a bit as he looked at me, but just then his phone rang. I glimpsed Vivian Taylor’s name on his screen, and immediately a bad feeling rose in my mind. After the call, Adrian seemed to have regained his former determination. “It’s decided. Don’t say anything more.” “Mia Stone, you rest well. I’ll handle the funeral arrangements.” He handed the urn to someone beside him and pulled me up, pushing me into a car. Then, ignoring my objections, he took me back to the villa. As soon as we got out of the car, Vivian hurried over, “Mia Stone, you’re finally back. I told Adrian we must compensate your mother, so I’ll personally oversee this funeral, okay?” I was so angry my head spun, and I staggered, breaking out in a cold sweat. “Adrian, why do you have to humiliate me like this?” “What have I done to deserve this treatment from you?” I crouched down, hugging my arms, my body covered in cold sweat. Vivian was on the verge of tears, “Are you blaming me? I didn’t want this either!” Adrian was displeased, “Mia Stone, that’s enough! Vivian is feeling unwell but still wants to make amends to you. Can you stop making a scene!” For a moment, I even thought about ending it all. “Is it only when I’m dead that you’ll leave me alone? Is that it, Adrian?” I looked up at him, my gaze unfocused. Adrian was stunned, followed by a flash of shock and panic in his eyes.

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I was scrolling through my feed when I came across a local community post. “Selling infected blood.” For some inexplicable reason, I clicked into the comments section. The first comment instantly made me draw in a sharp breath. “I’m interested. DM me.” The profile picture belonged to my husband. Just then, Derek walked in with a syringe in hand. “Honey, it’s time for your pregnancy maintenance injection.” … Looking at the opened syringe and recalling the post I had just seen, I involuntarily drew in a sharp breath. “Just leave it here. I’ll do it myself later.” A flash of surprise crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He smiled at me gently. “What’s wrong? I’ve always given you the injections. Are you feeling unwell?” I shook my head. “No, I just want to rest for a bit.” Derek and I had been married for seven years without having a child. After a medical check-up, the doctor said it would be difficult for me to conceive naturally and suggested we try IVF. Initially, Derek disagreed, worried that my body couldn’t handle it. It was my persistence in wanting our own child that gradually made him give in. After I got pregnant, the doctor said the embryo quality was poor. To maintain the pregnancy, I needed to be on bed rest and receive regular injections. So, I quit my job to focus on preserving the pregnancy. Derek cherished this hard-won baby too. He took over all the household chores and always gave me the injections himself. But could this man, who was so considerate towards me, really be trying to harm me by buying infected blood online? Noticing me lost in thought, Derek gently kissed my forehead. “Alright then, you lie down and rest. I’ll go take a shower and come back to give you the injection.” I nodded thoughtfully. Derek gave me a long look before turning to leave. As soon as he left, I carefully wiped the needle with a tissue. Sure enough, a red stain appeared on the white paper. In that instant, all the blood in my body rushed to my head. After a few seconds, I forced myself to calm down. I packaged up the syringe and threw it in the trash. I opened the post from earlier again. The poster’s profile was full of listings selling items from infected patients, including blood, used toothbrushes, worn clothes, and shoes. I never imagined people would sell such things. Only the latest post had Derek’s comment. He must be a first-time buyer. I thought for a moment, then opened a chat with the poster. “Hi, I’d like to ask how infected patient’s blood is used?” After typing this, my heart instantly jumped to my throat. The reply came quickly. “Just inject it directly into the person’s body. 100% infection rate.” “Do you have many buyers? Will the police find out?” “We have limited daily supply. Today’s stock is already sold out. If you want to buy, come back tomorrow. We guarantee confidential transactions. You won’t be discovered, don’t worry.” So, today’s stock was sold to Derek. Just then, Derek came out from his shower. I quickly hid my phone under my pillow. He glanced instinctively at the trash can. Noticing the syringe inside, a barely perceptible smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve had your injection? Get some rest then.” I nodded hurriedly, turning off the light to avoid him noticing anything unusual. I lay on my side, facing away from him, thinking about all our years together. We were college sweethearts, getting together in university and marrying after graduation. Derek’s family wasn’t well-off. My family provided the house and car. But out of consideration for his pride, I never mentioned these things. Over the years, he had been so attentive to me. Even my mom said no one else could put up with my bad temper like Derek. How could someone like that want to harm me? I don’t know how long I lay there before I heard a tiny sound from behind me. “Honey, are you asleep?” I closed my eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. Derek called out several times. Seeing no response from me, he took his phone and quietly went into the bathroom.

Soon, I could hear his deliberately lowered voice coming from the bathroom. I crept to the door. The words that reached my ears felt like an electric shock through my entire body. “Baby, don’t worry. I’ve already injected her with the infected blood. In a while, I’ll take her for a check-up under some pretext. Once the results come out, I’ll post them online for everyone to see what a cheap slut she is for sleeping around. Then all her family’s assets will be ours.” “Of course I love you the most. That yellow-faced bitch is like a dead fish in bed. She’s nothing compared to you. Tomorrow, book the room and wear that lingerie I just bought you. Just thinking about it makes me impatient.” The rest was just flirting between the two. I couldn’t bear to listen anymore and slowly moved back to the bed, collapsing onto it. So Derek had been cheating for a while. Now, for my family’s assets, he was even willing to smear my reputation and kill me. I never imagined the man sleeping next to me could be such a monster. I don’t know how long it was before Derek finally finished his call and came back. He lay down beside me, his right hand unconsciously sliding under my clothes, reaching for my chest. Feeling nauseated, I pushed his hand away. “Don’t. I’m not feeling well today. I want to rest properly. Why don’t you sleep in the other room?” Derek paused, quickly adjusting his expression and speaking in his usual gentle tone, “Alright, I’ll go to the other room. If you feel unwell during the night, just call me anytime.” Lying alone in the empty room, I really couldn’t accept how a man everyone saw as perfect could be so terrifying behind the scenes. Should I really keep the baby in my belly? Early the next morning, Derek had already prepared breakfast and brought it to my bed as usual. What used to move me now only disgusted me. My voice was cold, “Just leave it there. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.” Derek finally sensed something was off. He looked me up and down, puzzled. “Honey, you seem a bit strange. Do you have a fever?” He hurriedly pressed his forehead against mine, his tone tinged with disappointment when he found my temperature normal. “No fever? Maybe you’re just not well-rested. I have to go to the office for overtime today. Take care of yourself at home.” Before I could speak, Derek grabbed his bag and left. Overtime? More like rushing off to flirt with his mistress. As soon as Derek left, I took a taxi to the hospital. Although it was his first time buying infected blood to inject me, I didn’t know if he had tried to harm me in other ways before. A full check-up would be most reassuring. I had originally planned to go to the private hospital where I usually had my prenatal check-ups, but suddenly remembered that Derek always accompanied me there, and the doctors and nurses all knew him. To avoid alerting him, I decided to go to a different hospital. The results came out quickly. Everything was normal. When I got the health report, I let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that I had discovered this in time. I thought I might as well do a prenatal check-up while I was there, to see how the baby was developing. When the results came out, the doctor frowned for a long time, finally speaking hesitantly. “Have you been taking any medication recently? There seems to be a problem with your baby’s development.” Hearing the doctor’s words, my heart immediately jumped to my throat. “I’ve been getting daily pregnancy maintenance injections. During previous check-ups at the hospital, the baby was very healthy. How could there be a development problem?” The doctor’s frown deepened. “According to the test results, there are large amounts of drug residues in your body. This can lead to incomplete fetal development. You mentioned you’re getting injections. Can I see them?” Fortunately, I had a habit of carrying my medications with me. I quickly took out the pregnancy maintenance drugs from my bag and gave them to the doctor. He stared at the drugs for a long time, then threw his glasses onto the desk angrily. “Which hospital prescribed these drugs for you? This medicine contains large amounts of hormones that pregnant women shouldn’t use. If you’ve been using this for injections every day, of course the fetus will have problems!” “Moreover, your body is very healthy. You don’t need bed rest at all. How can this hospital be so irresponsible!” I suddenly felt like I had been struck by lightning. The hospital where I had the surgery and prenatal check-ups was all arranged by Derek. He said this private hospital had good technology and service, and he couldn’t bear to let me suffer even a little discomfort. After the embryo transfer surgery, it was also Derek who told me that my constitution was too weak and I needed bed rest and injections to keep the baby. I believed his words without doubt. He always went to get the medications prescribed by the hospital, and he accompanied me to the check-ups. It turns out I never needed bed rest at all. Everything he did was to cut off my contact with the outside world as much as possible. This whole thing was a scam orchestrated by him and the hospital from the beginning. He knew how much I wanted a child of my own, yet he never intended to let our child live. For his own selfish desires, he could even erase his own flesh and blood. Derek was simply not fit to be human. The air in the consultation room froze for a few seconds. The experienced doctor looked at me with some sympathy. “This child is born with developmental defects. From a medical perspective, I don’t recommend keeping it. Think it over carefully. You don’t have much time left.” Hearing the doctor’s words, I felt like I had plunged into an ice cellar. I had felt the baby move just this morning, and now I was facing such a cruel choice. The culprit behind all this was that scumbag Derek. I absolutely couldn’t let him off. After calming down for a few seconds, I tried hard to control my trembling voice. “Keeping this child would only harm them. I won’t be that selfish.” But baby, can you help mommy one last time? By the time I got home, Derek had already returned. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me with a somewhat panicked expression. “Why did you go out alone? I called you but you didn’t answer. I was so worried. Didn’t the doctor say you needed bed rest?” The unfamiliar smell of hotel shower gel reached my nose. I frowned and pushed him away. “I’ve been lying down at home for too long, so I wanted to go for a walk.” Derek didn’t suspect anything. “The doctor said you need plenty of bed rest. Next time, wait for me to come back if you want to go out. What if you feel unwell and there’s no one with you? I’d be worried.” Looking at his sincere expression, I suddenly asked, “By the way, didn’t you say you were going to work overtime today? Did you finish?” Derek’s eyes started to wander when I suddenly changed the subject. “Of course. It was just some small matters. I thought about you being alone at home, so I hurried to finish and come back to be with you.” I nodded noncommittally. “I want to go stay at my mom’s for a few days. It’s been a while since I’ve been back. I want to see them.” A flash of displeasure crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “Alright then, let me pack some things and we’ll go visit your parents together.” I shook my head firmly. “No need. I want to go back and stay for a few days by myself. You’ve been working hard lately, take a rest at home. I’ll stay for a couple of days and come back. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Intentionally or not, I emphasized the words “working hard”. Derek lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then smiled. “That’s fine too. In a few days, it’ll be time for your prenatal check-up. I’ll take you then.” At the mention of the prenatal check-up, my heart instantly felt like it was being stabbed. I avoided his gaze and said perfunctorily, “Can you go to the pharmacy and get some common medications for me? You know best what medicines I take. I’m worried they might not have them at my parents’ place.” Hearing this, Derek nodded eagerly. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go now. You rest at home for a bit. I’ll help you pack when I get back.” Watching Derek’s hurried figure leave, I opened my phone and saw his comment under the poster’s latest post: “I want today’s toothbrush.” That’s probably why he rushed out. After making sure Derek was gone, I took out a hidden camera from my bag and installed it in the corner facing the front door. With this, the next steps would be much easier. Derek took a long time to come back. I didn’t ask much, just watched him neatly pack my luggage. “I bought this toothbrush for you just now. You can use it directly when you go back.” I looked at the obviously used toothbrush but didn’t expose him, letting him put it into my suitcase. He offered to send me back, but I refused. “I’ve already called a car. It’s waiting downstairs. You can just help me take the luggage to the car.” This time he didn’t refuse. Shortly after I got in the car, I saw him hurriedly take out his phone and start making a call in the rearview mirror. We both knew very well who that call was for. After leaving the coffee shop, I turned off the voice recorder in my bag. From the moment I entered the coffee shop, I started recording. Derek was certainly hateful, but the poster selling items from infected patients wasn’t a good person either. They would all face legal consequences. I found a hotel nearby to stay. After settling in, I opened my phone. The screen showed Derek and a woman entangled together. Sure enough, less than two hours after I left, they were already so eager. I immediately took a taxi back to the community. With my pregnant belly, I sought help from the security guard uncles. “Uncle, I think there’s a thief in my house. I’m pregnant and can’t handle it. Could you come with me to check? I’m a pregnant woman and it’s not convenient for me.” The security guard was very responsible. He took an iron rod and patted his chest, assuring me, “Don’t worry, with me here, no thief can escape.” A kind auntie nearby also wanted to come along. “Young lady, auntie will go with you. It’s dangerous for a pregnant woman. More people means more strength. Auntie will accompany you.” Looking at the warm-hearted auntie who often cracked sunflower seeds and gossiped in the community, I felt a bit more secure. So, our group of several people marched imposingly towards my house.

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My girlfriend was in a coma after an accident. I stayed by her side day and night, praying for her to wake up. When she finally regained consciousness, she was diagnosed with “post-traumatic stress disorder.” She had amnesia and forgot who I was. One day, I overheard her talking to a friend: “Amnesia? I’m faking it. I’m just bored and want a new boyfriend.” With no lingering attachments, I decided to have surgery to remove a brain tumor. The procedure would likely damage my memory, making me forget her completely. When we met again, she angrily confronted me: “Liam! Are you pretending not to see me?” I looked at her blankly: “Miss, do I know you?” After the breakup, I went home to pack my things. The person who opened the door wasn’t Sophia, but a young man I didn’t recognize. He seemed to know me but feigned confusion, asking, “Sir, who are you looking for? Can I help you?” “This is my home,” I said, immediately regretting my words. At least, it used to be my home. The apartment Sophia and I had shared for so long. I never imagined that right after our breakup, she’d bring another man home, acting like he owned the place. “Didn’t Sophia tell you I’d be coming to collect my things today?” I asked. The man put on an act of sudden realization. “Oh, so you must be Mr.Brown – I mean, Liam?” He smiled, his words laden with hidden meaning: “You know, since Sophia woke up, her memory hasn’t been great. It’s normal for her to forget some… unimportant things.” I nodded silently and walked past him into the apartment. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice: “Maybe it used to be your home, but it’s not anymore.” I turned to see Sophia standing with her arms crossed. “Mr.Brown, even though I’ve forgotten many things, please have some self-awareness.” “When you’re packing, don’t try to take anything that doesn’t belong to you.” Her attitude was completely indifferent, as if she really had lost her memory. But I knew this was all an act. Why bother? If she no longer had feelings for me, she could have just asked for a breakup. I would have left on my own, without any fuss. Why put on this amnesia charade, making everything between us seem so disgraceful? This wasn’t just humiliating me; it was trampling on all the beautiful memories we once shared… I hid the pain in my heart and replied briefly, “I don’t have a habit of stealing.” With that, I walked into the bedroom and started packing. Sophia and her new boyfriend watched me like hawks. They flirted and joked around, just like Sophia and I used to do. She used to cling to me, acting cute, as if she couldn’t bear to be apart from me for a second. Now she was doing the same with someone else. I didn’t have many things – just a few clothes and some daily necessities. Amidst the heavy, sour emotions, I finished packing quickly. I stood up and asked Sophia, “Miss.Garcia, do you need to check my things?” She didn’t say anything, just waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing me away. I picked up my suitcase and walked straight out the door. The cold door closed behind me. I took a deep breath, my eyes burning. If I didn’t have those memories, would it be easier for me? I took out my phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed the doctor’s number. “I’ve made up my mind. I’ll come to the hospital soon to discuss the surgery plan…”

Due to the tumor in my brain, I often had headaches. Not wanting to worry anyone, I didn’t tell a soul. The doctor said the tumor was currently benign but risked becoming malignant. It was best to remove it as soon as possible. However, the tumor was pressing on my nerves, making the surgery risky. There was a high chance of partial memory loss after the operation, and the doctor couldn’t be sure if I’d recover those memories. In the past, I valued my memories above all else, afraid of forgetting important people and events. But after breaking up with Sophia, I no longer had such concerns. Because it seemed I had nothing left worth being afraid to lose. I went to the hospital and confirmed the surgery plan with the doctor. Next, I needed to gather the money for the operation. I was an art major in college, specializing in fine arts, and later got into photography after graduation. With my skills in life drawing and portrait photography, I made a decent living, but the high cost of living in New York meant I hadn’t saved much in two years. Just as I was walking out of the hospital, worrying about money, I suddenly heard someone call my name, “Liam?” I turned to see Sophia and her new boyfriend, Chase, not far away. I nodded slightly in acknowledgment and was about to leave. But Sophia pressed on, “Are you sick?” I frowned and brushed it off, “No, just a routine check-up.” Sophia stared at me intently, her eyes showing concern and suspicion. Huh… Wasn’t she pretending to have amnesia? What act was she putting on now? Chase, sensing something was off, chimed in, “Sophia, I told you, it’s just a minor cold. You didn’t have to take half a day off work.” His words seemed apologetic but were actually boasting to me. See? She takes time off work even for my little cold. What about you? All alone and pitiful! I found it childish and didn’t bother to say anything. My head started to throb, and not wanting to show any weakness in front of Sophia, I turned to leave. Unexpectedly, Chase walked over and asked, “Mr.Brown, you don’t look well.” “Sophia’s planning to make some health supplements for me. Why don’t you come over to our place for dinner?” I was a bit surprised and couldn’t help glancing at Sophia. Of course, I knew she could cook, but I had never tasted her cooking. So I wasn’t worthy of it even during our most passionate times? “No, thanks,” I said and started to walk away. “Don’t be so distant,” Chase persisted, grabbing my arm. “Where are you headed? I can have Sophia drive you.” The pain in my head made me irritable. I jerked my arm away forcefully, “I said, I don’t need it.” I hadn’t used much strength, but somehow Chase stumbled and fell to the ground. He frowned, looking annoyed, “Mr.Brown, I kindly invited you for dinner and offered you a ride. You refused, which is fine, but why did you push me?” He had been showing off and clearly had no good intentions. Did he really think I couldn’t see through it? I couldn’t believe a grown man could be so shameless! “What are you doing?!” Sophia approached, her face cold as she questioned me. “I didn’t push him at all!” I retorted, refusing to back down. Hearing this, Sophia’s expression grew even colder. “Are you saying Chase threw himself down?” Even if that was the truth, who would believe it? I could see a glimmer of sly satisfaction in Chase’s eyes. “Apologize!” Sophia commanded me. “You know what will happen if you offend me…”

As the heiress of the Garcia family, Sophia had enough connections and power to make my life in New York impossible. Around us, several passersby stopped to watch. “This guy seems pretty ungrateful, doesn’t he? They kindly invited him, and he not only has a bad attitude but even pushes people?” “What a jerk! So disgusting!” “Hmph… I bet this guy doesn’t have many friends. Is he jealous of the happy couple?” Faced with the crowd’s condemnation, I clenched my fists helplessly. Chase got up from the ground, holding Sophia’s hand, and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m fine.” “I just didn’t expect Mr.Brown to have such a bad temper. It’s a good thing you broke up with him early, Sophia. I can’t imagine what might have happened otherwise.” Hearing this, the onlookers’ criticism grew even more intense, immediately labeling me as an “abusive boyfriend.” Sophia just looked on coldly, making no attempt to defend me. Instead, she sternly said to me, “Apologize!” Forced by the circumstances, I had to lower my head, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you…” I reversed black and white, trampling on my own character and dignity. “Is that enough?” I asked Sophia lifelessly, but noticed her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. As I turned to leave, feeling dejected, she called out somewhat uncertainly, “Liam!” I heard her footsteps, but Chase held her back, “Sophia, I’m feeling a bit dizzy. Let’s go home.” Go ahead. You go to your home, and I’ll go to my rented room. It’s best if we never cross paths again. I was truly exhausted and didn’t want to have any more entanglements with Sophia. That day, my boss assigned me a big job. It required not only photography but also hand-drawing a portrait. In the entire studio, I was the only one capable of completing such a commission. According to my boss, this client was extremely generous. With the prospect of affording my surgery, I accepted without hesitation. But later, I discovered that it was Chase who had specifically sought out our studio and placed this order. I was to photograph them as a couple and draw a loving portrait of them…

Time flew by, and I arrived at the designated beach with my equipment. Out of habit, I knew exactly which angles would best capture Sophia’s beauty. No matter who she was posing with, I could take the most perfect shots. With this as a foundation, poses like gazing into each other’s eyes, embracing, and kissing became the icing on the cake. The entire photoshoot went very smoothly, with one sweet scene after another frozen in time as I pressed the shutter. Throughout the process, my heart remained as calm as a dried-up well, without a ripple or splash. As we neared the end, I needed to discuss with them which photo they wanted to use as the reference for the hand-drawn portrait. Chase took the camera and flipped through the photos. “Mr.Brown’s photography skills are really good, and your attitude is impressive too. You don’t seem affected at all.” I could hear the mockery in his words, but what did it matter? This was just work. “I’m glad you like them,” I replied neutrally. Soon, Sophia and Chase picked out a photo. “Let’s use this one for the oil painting,” they decided. In the image, they were facing away from the sunset, holding hands and smiling sweetly. The brilliant twilight painted everything in a beautiful glow. I couldn’t help but glance at Sophia. Back then, our first photo together also had a sunset as the backdrop. We were both so shy then, our awkwardness tinged with innocence and purity. I wondered if she still kept that photo. Never mind, whether she kept it or threw it away, it had nothing to do with me anymore. I packed my equipment into my bag and took a taxi home alone. Once I completed this commission and got paid, I could have the surgery. What would I forget then? I hoped it would be Sophia. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. It would be best if I never remembered her again for the rest of my life.

Chase had set a very tight deadline, frequently calling to rush me. On the phone, he deliberately used speakerphone so I could hear Sophia’s voice. Sophia played along with her new boyfriend’s showing off, speaking to him in sweet nothings, like an obedient kitten. As I worked on the portrait, uncontrollable images of her floated through my mind, down to the tiniest details like her slightly curled eyelashes and the wisps of hair moved by the breeze. The clearer the memories, the more my head hurt. I had to rely on painkillers to resist the urge to bang my head against the wall. The sunset was particularly challenging to capture. Mixing colors, applying ink, blending – the entire process was extremely tedious. For five days, I barely slept or rested. Meals were simple toast and milk. I was in a very poor state. When I put down the final brush stroke, I gazed at the completed work. In the oil painting, Sophia’s smile wasn’t exactly like the photo. It incorporated more of the beauty I remembered. Every stroke, every dot of paint was perfectly placed. I let out a long sigh, leaned back in my chair, and slowly closed my eyes, preparing to rest for a moment. On the table, my phone suddenly vibrated with an urgent ringtone. Ring ring!! As expected, it was a call from Chase. As soon as I answered, he pressed, “Mr.Brown, is our painting finished?” “Tomorrow is the deadline. If you can’t deliver on time, I’ll have to deduct from your fee according to our agreement.” My voice was hoarse from not speaking for so long. I had to cough a couple of times to clear my throat. “Ahem… Mr.Smith, the oil painting is complete. When would be convenient for you? I can deliver it to you.” Chase seemed surprised, pausing for a moment before saying, “Well then, how about now? Bring it to our home.” After agreeing, I hung up the phone. Since the painting had just been completed and the paint wasn’t completely dry, I had to take extra care in packaging it properly. When I stood up, my head suddenly spun. My legs weakened, and I nearly fell to the ground. I steadied myself against the table, shaking my head weakly, and muttered, “After I deliver the painting, I really need to get some good rest.” Carrying the canvas, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver the all-too-familiar address. Leaning my head against the window, I unknowingly dozed off. The taxi stopped and started according to traffic lights, finally pulling over at the edge of a suburban area. “Sir? Wake up, we’ve arrived!” the driver called out. The brief rest didn’t make me feel any better; if anything, I felt even more lethargic. I groggily paid the fare and got out of the car, my steps unsteady. I forced myself to walk to the front door of the villa and raised my hand to press the doorbell. Ding dong— Ding dong— Whether intentionally or not, the doorbell rang for a long time with no one coming to answer. I could feel my breathing becoming rapid and my heart palpitating irregularly. My body was sending out warning signals. After an agonizing wait, the door finally opened. Chase was wearing a bathrobe, his hair wet as if he had just showered. “Sorry about that, Mr.Brown. I was just making love to my girlfriend,” he apologized, though his words were clearly meant to show off. I was completely indifferent now, my tone flat and emotionless. “It’s fine. I didn’t wait too long.” As I handed the painting over to him, I saw Sophia inside, wearing a thin nightgown.

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My boyfriend and his cousin were kidnapped. The kidnappers said they could only save one. I laughed on the spot. In my previous life, when my sister and I were kidnapped, my boyfriend chose to save my sister. This time, history repeats itself. As for who I would choose, isn’t it obvious? In the European-style banquet hall. Glasses clinked, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume and expensive clothes. My father and I stood on the podium, greeting guests with smiles. The butler quietly informed me: “Miss, all the guests have arrived. Please start the opening dance.” Today is my 18th birthday. My father has organized a grand birthday party for me, with all the elite of our social circle in attendance. I looked at the crowd below, but my designated “dance partner” was nowhere to be seen. My father leaned in and asked: “Where’s Jason? Where did he go? Doesn’t he know he’s supposed to dance the opening number with you?” Jason Sullivan, the eldest son of the Sullivan family, my boyfriend. He was also my “original dance partner” for tonight. I scanned the room. As expected, my half-sister “Rachel Wright” was also absent. If my memory serves me correctly, today was their first meeting in my previous life. Jason had gone to the garden for some fresh air and met Rachel, who was uncomfortable in high-society gatherings. They hit it off immediately, beginning an entanglement that couldn’t be cut or reasoned away. In my previous life, upon discovering Jason’s absence, I immediately rushed out to find him. As a result, I saw him chatting happily with Rachel, and in a fit of jealousy, I slapped Rachel. The consequences were being despised by Jason, scolded by my father, and gossiped about by the guests. Living this life again, I won’t make the same mistake. A dance partner? As if the young lady’s birthday party couldn’t go on without Jason Sullivan? My gaze coldly swept through the crowd. A young man in an oversized suit caught my eye. He was standing dejectedly by a pillar, lost in thought. The young man had picturesque features, a slender figure, skin as white as snow, and an elegant, noble air. Standing alone in this lavish, extravagant banquet hall, he seemed out of place. I lifted my dress adorned with handcrafted crystals and, to everyone’s surprise, walked towards him. Seeing me approach, the young man’s rosy lips parted slightly, his face full of uncertainty. “Liam, would you like to dance with me?” I extended my hand, adorned with a rose gold bracelet. Liam’s eyes flickered, pointing at himself in disbelief: “Amelia… are you asking me?” “Who else would I be asking?” I smiled brightly, playfully asking: “Do you know how to waltz?” “Yes…” Liam nodded, overwhelmed by the honor. He reverently took my hand, allowing me to lead him to the center of the dance floor. The guests automatically made way. The band immediately began playing the lively “Tales from the Vienna Woods.” Liam carefully placed his hand on my waist, and we began to dance. He was two years younger than me, not yet in his growth spurt, only slightly taller than me. As we glided across the floor, I admired his shy expression. A blush crept up his fair face, like a ripe peach. “Relax, I won’t eat you,” I teased. Liam’s palms were sweating, and his steps were a bit unsteady. “S-sorry…” Liam apologized awkwardly. In my previous life, I only cared about Jason, following his lead in everything. Influenced by Jason, I had a very poor impression of Liam. But I’ll never forget that in my previous life, when I fell from a tall building and was shattered, it was Liam who, without hesitation, knelt in the blood and performed CPR on me as I was dying. Only after dying once did I see clearly who was human and who was a ghost. I pulled back my wandering thoughts and continued to tease Liam: “Is this your first time dancing with a girl?” “Yes…” “Then I’m quite honored.” As I was bantering, my eyes met a pair of shocked eyes over Liam’s shoulder—

Jason Sullivan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall, staring at me intently. Behind him was the shy and delicate Rachel. It seems they had just returned. Jason probably didn’t expect that I wouldn’t wait for him and would directly choose Liam, whom he looked down upon the most, for the opening dance. I had returned to this life yesterday, and the moment I regained my new life, I vowed that this time I must live for myself. I am no longer anyone’s second choice, nor will I be anyone’s appendage. Ignoring Jason’s murderous gaze, I continued to “gaze lovingly” at Liam. “Liam, if you ever need help in the future, you can come to me. Your big sister will take care of you,” I said sincerely. Liam was not favored in the family due to his mother’s humble background. Just for what he did for me before I died in my previous life, I will repay him well in this life. “Thank you, Amelia…” Liam’s eyes misted over, his voice seemingly tinged with bitterness. As the song ended, Liam retreated to the corner. The guests paired up and successively entered the dance floor. While I exchanged pleasantries with the guests, I walked towards the buffet table and got myself a glass of juice. “What do you mean by this?” A voice laced with barely concealed anger sounded from behind me. I turned around to face Jason, whose face was frosty. I calmly took a sip of the sweet and sour orange juice and asked in return: “What do you mean?” “Didn’t you ask me to be your dance partner?” Jason tugged at the bow tie around his neck, accusing me first: “Are you playing games with me?” I couldn’t help but smile. How novel, the Jason of my previous life would never take the initiative to talk to me. Let alone use this complaining tone to question me. I retorted: “If I remember correctly, I only asked you one-sidedly if you wanted to be my dance partner. And Mr. Sullivan didn’t agree to me, and when it came time for the opening dance, Mr. Sullivan was nowhere to be found. Did I have to dig three feet into the ground to find you before the party could continue?” He stared at me as if he didn’t recognize me, surprised by my sarcastic tone. I used to never speak to him like this, and I had always called him “Jason” since we were young. This “Mr. Sullivan” sounded cold and distant, as if we were mere acquaintances. Taking advantage of his stunned silence, I added another sentence: “How old are you? Don’t you even understand this basic etiquette? Today is my birthday, don’t ruin my mood.” I left with these words, not looking back. As I turned away, a playful male voice echoed in my mind: “Congratulations, host! You have successfully humiliated the male lead, the system rewards you with 100 humiliation points. Collect 100,000 points to obtain the resurrection armor. Good luck!” Ah, yes, not only have I been reborn, but I’ve also been bound to a humiliation system. The system said that I had already passed away, but due to my strong desire, it gave me a chance to revive. But this doesn’t mean I’ve truly come back to life. I need to humiliate those who hurt me in my previous life, gain 100,000 humiliation points, to truly revive. And the time left for me is not much, I need to complete the task before the time of my death in my previous life. In my previous life, I died at the age of 24 at the hands of kidnappers. I have 7 years left, I must change my fate! In my previous life, I was solely focused on marrying Jason, only thinking about being the Sullivan family’s daughter-in-law after graduation. I sneer at my past self. Rather than supporting his lofty ambitions, it’s better to earn my own fortune. After my rebirth, my goals are clear. Besides ensuring my own survival, I also need to take over the family business, absolutely not letting the empire built by my birth mother and father fall into others’ hands. My father and my birth mother had an arranged marriage, a powerful alliance that multiplied the scale of the Wright family’s business several times over. Unfortunately, my father was an unfaithful man. Shortly after my mother became pregnant with me, he rekindled an affair with his first love, resulting in a secret pregnancy. This first love was Rachel’s mother. A year ago, my mother passed away due to illness, and she brought Rachel to our home, suddenly becoming the new mistress of the Wright family. My father, out of respect for my mother’s family, didn’t dare mistreat me. However, his heart had long since strayed. After returning to school, I began to work hard. To improve my grades quickly, I hired top university graduates as tutors at a high price. I also attended numerous prep classes, dedicating all my time outside of basic necessities to studying. During lunch break, I was in the classroom eating lunch prepared at home while silently reciting chemical formulas. Two girls who were usually quite friendly with me came over. One of them, named “Megan Parker,” showed me her phone. I glanced at it disinterestedly. The video was shot on the rooftop of the teaching building. From the angle, it was clearly taken secretly. A boy and a girl were sitting in the shaded area of the rooftop, eating boxed lunches together—

Who else could it be but Jason and Rachel? Rachel was sharing her food with him, and Jason, who claimed to have germaphobia, accepted it without hesitation. I looked away without changing my expression. Megan said indignantly: “This Rachel is so shameless. She knows the school heartthrob is your boyfriend, yet she still throws herself at him.” Another classmate named Lucy also gritted her teeth and said: “Like mother, like daughter. No wonder she’s the daughter of a homewrecker.” Megan immediately suggested: “Amelia, let’s teach her a lesson. Let’s lock her up and scare her a bit!” The whole school knew that Rachel’s mother was a homewrecker. In my previous life, although I disliked her, I initially only isolated her and didn’t cause her any actual harm. It wasn’t until I discovered she was getting closer to Jason. I overturned the vinegar jar, and with the instigation of some ill-intentioned people, I joined with several classmates to bully Rachel. Come to think of it, my untimely death in my previous life was also self-inflicted karma. I finished my meal, closed the lid of my lunchbox, and said leisurely: “Let them be. The mock exams are coming up soon, there’s no need to waste energy on idle people.” My response took them by surprise. Especially Megan, who pressed on: “Amelia, are you really going to let her off like this? Isn’t that too easy on her?” Lucy chimed in: “Yeah, Rachel is so bold, daring to steal your man. You can’t just let her get away with it.” I sighed and emphasized again: “Jason and I are just neighbors, we were never a couple. How can you call it stealing? He can be with whoever he wants, it’s none of my business. I just want to study hard now, I don’t have time for anything else.” Megan and Lucy looked at each other, unable to accept my change in attitude. I advised them: “Focus more on your studies. Nothing is more important than improving yourself.” Megan said unhappily: “We’re just looking out for you, and not only are you ungrateful, you’re lecturing us.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, so I just put away my lunchbox and took out my chemistry notes to review. Seeing my cold attitude, Megan angrily dragged Lucy away. I thoughtfully glanced at her, recalling some things… The first class in the afternoon was a chemistry test. After the chemistry teacher came in, he looked around the classroom and asked: “Where’s Rachel?” Only then did I realize Rachel hadn’t come back. The classmates all said they didn’t know. The chemistry teacher turned his gaze to me. “Amelia, do you know where she went?” I said frankly: “Teacher, I haven’t left the classroom since the break. I don’t know.” After hearing my explanation, the chemistry teacher didn’t pursue it further and started handing out the test papers. Chemistry was my strong suit, and with the recent tutoring showing results, I finished the entire test in just half an hour. I double-checked my answers twice to make sure there were no mistakes. I looked up at Rachel’s seat, but she still hadn’t returned. Could something have happened? I frowned slightly. The chemistry teacher was also worried, pacing back and forth on the podium, occasionally looking towards the door. I decided to be a good person for once and raised my hand: “Teacher, I’ve finished my test. May I go look for Rachel?” The chemistry teacher was more than happy to agree. After leaving the classroom, I didn’t go directly to find Rachel, but instead turned to the neighboring classroom— “Excuse me, teacher, I need to speak with Jason Sullivan.” I stood outside the door, addressing the history teacher on the podium. The history teacher was slightly taken aback, and the students in the classroom immediately started buzzing. Jason looked at me with a stern face, while various teasing and mocking voices arose. The history teacher called for them to quiet down, then asked me: “What do you need him for?” I said calmly, without blushing or breathing heavily: “Rachel from our class hasn’t returned for class. Someone saw her eating lunch with Jason during the break, so I came to ask.” As soon as I finished speaking, the classroom erupted again. Jason’s expression became even more colorful, with anger and humiliation flying together. He stood up abruptly without waiting for the teacher’s signal. “I don’t know where Rachel went!” he said loudly. I raised my chin and said: “Anyway, she’s missing. Why don’t you come with me to look for her?” The other students joined in the commotion. The history teacher couldn’t take it anymore and impatiently shooed us away: “Jason, go with her to look! Come back when you find her!” I turned and left without waiting for Jason. He complained behind me: “Amelia Wright, what’s wrong with you? Every day, can’t you stop causing trouble for me?”

I ignored him. Actually, I knew where Rachel was. In my previous life, after I found out she was having lunch with Jason, I joined with Megan and others to teach her a harsh lesson. In this life, I’ve awakened and let her off, but that doesn’t mean others will leave her alone. I headed straight for a certain girls’ bathroom on the top floor. This floor was high up and rarely frequented. As soon as I reached the door, I could hear muffled sobs from inside. I rushed in without hesitation and, as expected, the door of the stall furthest in was tied shut with a rope. The rope was knotted tightly, and without a knife, I couldn’t undo it. Jason peered in from outside the bathroom: “Is she in there?” Before I could answer, Rachel, locked inside, called out: “Jason! Is that you? I’m in here!” As Jason hesitated, I crossed my arms and said: “What are you standing there for? Go be the hero and save the damsel. Can’t you kick the door down?” Provoked by my words, Jason finally strode into the girls’ bathroom. He raised his foot and kicked hard— Bang! Bang! Two loud thuds The bathroom door was kicked open. Rachel threw herself into Jason’s arms, crying her eyes out. Jason awkwardly held her shoulders, keeping her at a distance. “Who locked you in here?” Jason asked while glaring at me suspiciously. Rachel sobbed: “I-I don’t know… A girl I didn’t recognize said she left something in here and asked me to help look… As soon as I went in, the door was locked… sob I thought I’d never get out…” Jason turned on me fiercely: “Amelia Wright, you did this, didn’t you?” I calmly picked at my nails, giving him a cold glance: “Evidence.” “What?” I pointed at the surveillance camera in the hallway: “You say I did it, do you have any evidence? Why don’t we check the surveillance footage?” In my previous life, Rachel was locked up until almost the end of school before Jason rescued her. Jason used his status as the son of a school board member to demand the school check the surveillance footage. In the end, it was proven that I was behind it, and from then on, Jason became increasingly disgusted with me. Now, Jason was left speechless by my question. I sneered: “Don’t accuse me without evidence.” “If you didn’t do it, how did you know she was here?” Jason’s suspicion was not unfounded. I remained composed and said coolly: “In the entire school building, this is the most suitable place to lock someone up. Next time someone locks you up here, I guarantee you’ll be crying for help with no one to answer.” Without waiting for Jason’s reaction, I turned to Rachel: “There’s 40 minutes left for the chemistry test. If you don’t want to turn in a blank paper, you’d better hurry back.” Rachel looked utterly miserable, sobbing as she followed me back. I led her back to the classroom. The chemistry teacher was relieved, asked her a few questions, and then let her return to her seat to take the test. As I walked past Megan, I clearly saw her eyes flickering, her face showing dissatisfaction. Jason did end up checking the surveillance footage later and found out who was behind it. It was Megan. She had always had a crush on Jason but didn’t dare pursue him because of my presence. That day, after learning that Jason and I had “fallen out,” she thought about removing Rachel as an obstacle. Little did she expect it would backfire. After the incident came to light, Megan became a pariah that everyone avoided. And Jason was once again humiliated by me, this time even more severely than at my birthday party. The system rewarded me with 200 humiliation points, bringing my current total to 300 points. In this life, I focused all my energy on studying and no longer targeted Rachel. Jason and I also grew apart, and rumors spread among classmates that we had broken up— In reality, we had never even dated. Without me interfering and with her getting closer to Jason, Rachel gained quite a few girlfriends. Time flew by, and another half semester passed. One day, we had a PE class, and our class was having a basketball match against Jason’s class. When Jason took the court, the whole place erupted in applause. Rachel and her friends sat on the sidelines, cheering him on. Their disloyal behavior annoyed the boys in our class. I stood in the shade of a tree, silently reciting from flashcards filled with knowledge points. Cheers kept coming from the basketball court as Jason scored several baskets in a row, earning applause from the crowd. I dug at my ears, annoyed by the noise. Just as I picked up a flashcard to check, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner of my eye.

I squinted to look. It was Liam Harrison, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was two grades below me, not on the same floor, so I rarely encountered him. He was walking towards the small woods by the sports field, where there was an old equipment room. I curiously watched for a few more moments and saw several boys standing in front of the equipment room door. One of them roughly grabbed Liam’s collar, and the others immediately surrounded him. Seeing the situation turning bad, I stuffed the flashcards back into my pocket and quickly ran over. I hadn’t gone far when I heard shouts behind me. “Jason!” Jason’s teammates were calling for him. I didn’t pay attention and continued running towards Liam. Before I could reach him, he was already knocked to the ground by those boys. I took the initiative, shouting as I ran: “Teacher! Over here! There’s a fight over here!” Upon hearing this, the bullies scattered in fear. I helped Liam up from the ground, covered in dust. His face was bruised, and his blue sportswear was stained with footprints. “Amelia…” he called out awkwardly. “Are you okay? Who were those people?” I asked with a frown. Liam shook his head and explained: “A few days ago, a girl in class gave me a love letter. Her admirers weren’t happy about it and came to cause trouble for me.” I thought to myself, can’t these young people care more about their future? They’re barely grown and already fighting over love. “We should report this to the teacher,” I said. Liam shook his head again. “It’s fine… It’s not a big deal, it’s happened before.” Despite both being Sullivan family sons, Jason was the school’s popular heartthrob, while Liam’s treatment was the complete opposite. Both at home and at school, he was targeted maliciously because of his background. I encouraged him: “Study hard, and when you grow up and become successful, you can really show them!” “Mm, thank you, Amelia…” “If they go too far, you still need to tell a teacher, or you can tell me too.” “Okay…” Liam agreed, but with his personality accustomed to being bullied, he had long lost the courage to fight back. “I’ll take you to the infirmary,” I said, supporting Liam as we walked towards the teaching building. Liam hurriedly declined: “No need to trouble you, Amelia. Don’t you have class?” I spoke frankly: “Watching boys play basketball is extremely boring. I have nothing better to do anyway.” Liam then obediently followed me to the infirmary. As I was supporting him inside, I unexpectedly saw Jason sitting there. Two male students were with him, and the school nurse was crouched beside him, spraying his knee with an antiseptic spray. His knee was scraped and slightly swollen. When I left earlier, I heard his teammates calling him. He must have fallen then. Seeing Liam and me, Jason’s expression changed dramatically. I ignored him and addressed the nurse directly: “Nurse, this freshman was beaten up by some students. Could you please check him?” The nurse said: “Wait a moment, I’m not done here yet…” Jason glared at us fiercely. Liam noticed his hostile gaze. He looked pitiful, his eyes reddening as he said: “Amelia, I’ll be fine on my own… Why don’t you go back…” “No need, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll see this through,” I insisted. Our conversation finally provoked Jason’s displeasure. He said sarcastically: “Miss Wright sure is charitable, even willing to skip class to help others.” I thought to myself, I haven’t even provoked you, why are you trying to assert your presence? I retorted: “Isn’t Mr. Sullivan supposed to be a basketball star? You got injured in a small inter-class match, have you been lacking exercise lately?” Jason’s face immediately darkened. His friend came to his defense: “Amelia, how can you talk like that? Jason got distracted when he saw you leave and was knocked down by a boy from your class.” Jason said angrily: “Shut up!” I snorted coldly, not taking it seriously: “He carelessly fell on his own, why blame others?” “You…” Jason’s friend wanted to say more. Liam beside me suddenly inhaled sharply. “Ouch…”

My attention returned to him, and I quickly asked: “What’s wrong?” He covered his cheek and said: “It’s nothing…” “Does it hurt a lot?” I moved his hand away and saw that half of his face was swollen. With the nurse’s permission, I got an ice pack to apply to Liam’s face. Jason’s friend couldn’t help but interject again: “Why don’t you care about Jason? Aren’t you boyfriends?” Jason remained silent, seemingly agreeing with his words. I remained quiet, casting a cold glance at them while continuing to apply the ice pack. Liam spoke in a barely audible voice: “Amelia… you don’t need to take care of me. I’ve dealt with injuries on my own before… You should go check on Jason… He needs you more…” This sounded a bit manipulative. But the young lady isn’t falling for this trick. No wonder men like these “green tea bitches,” who could resist this? I patted Liam and said: “Silly boy, you’re clearly the one who’s been wronged, yet you’re bottling it up. He has so many people around him, does he really need me too?” Ignoring the angry faces of Jason and his friends, I said solemnly: “Jason Sullivan, you’ve always claimed to be the embodiment of justice, so why do you turn a blind eye when your own cousin is bullied at school? If either of these two friends of yours were beaten, you wouldn’t stand idly by, would you? How come when it comes to your own flesh and blood cousin, you have this ‘not my problem’ attitude? Isn’t that the definition of a hypocrite?” In my previous life, when Rachel was bullied and I didn’t help her, this was exactly how Jason berated me. Apart from that one time I locked Rachel in the bathroom, I never bullied her again. It was always those who admired Jason who did things in my name. In my previous life, I knew Jason didn’t like malicious women, so I had already restrained myself from targeting Rachel. But Jason, without investigating, would blame everything that happened to Rachel on me. “When your own flesh and blood sister is bullied, you have this ‘not my problem’ attitude? Isn’t that the definition of a hypocrite?” These were his exact words to me back then. Now I’m throwing them right back at him, tit for tat. Jason was rendered speechless by my outburst, flushed with anger and frustration, unable to utter a word in rebuttal. His two sidekicks were also left dumbfounded. The nurse, feeling awkward, tried to mediate: “Alright, Jason’s injury isn’t serious. Go back and rest, avoid strenuous exercise, and it’ll heal in a couple of days.” Jason was helped away by his friends, one on each side. As soon as they left, the system came online:

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The heiress who was supposed to marry me fell for a bad boy. She raced cars, got into fights, and defied her parents for him. She even got pregnant. She said it was love, the most beautiful memory of her life. I was innocently caught up in it all, and her delinquent boyfriend broke my arm. I went abroad for treatment for six years. When I returned, she knelt before me begging for forgiveness. I sneered, “Then go break his arm too.” After six years, I saw Isabellaagain at a family gala. She held a wine glass, the red liquid swirling gently. Her perfect profile, cold and alluring, stood out among the crowd of handsome men and beautiful women. She had become even more beautiful, her eyes like deep pools, rippling with indifference. To the guests who came to toast her, she only nodded and uttered a curt “Good” or “Okay.” Perhaps only in front of Jake could she let down this facade. I sat in the corner, wearing an out-of-place down jacket, still not used to the temperature here after just returning from France. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” my best friend asked. I shook my head with a smile, “No need, we’re not that close anymore.” My friend put his arm around my neck, “If that incident hadn’t happened back then, you’d probably be the one by Olivia’s side now.” “There are no ‘ifs’ in this world.” Looking at her stunning figure in the crowd, my friend clicked his tongue, “I heard her family recently got a new daughter, so Olivia’s been pushed aside, not as favored anymore.” I’ve never been one for gossip, especially about someone I’d cut ties with long ago. I put my glass back on the tray indifferently and stood up, “I’m leaving. Call me if anything comes up.” As I was about to open the door, I felt an intense gaze on my back. Turning around, I saw Isabellastaring at me in disbelief, a wine glass shattered at her feet on the luxurious carpet. Her gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn holes through me. “Adrian…” she called out, her voice tinged with disbelief. I didn’t answer, opening the door and walking out. In my peripheral vision, I saw her pushing through the crowd, her steps quickening as she ran towards me. As the door closed tight, I heard her call my name again. I must have misheard, because I thought I detected a pleading tremor in her voice. I got into the car my family had prepared, watching Isabellaanxiously searching outside the main entrance, occasionally calling out my name. “Home, please,” I told the driver. As the car slowly pulled away, memories of Isabellaflooded my mind.

Isabellaand I were a year apart. Both our families were in real estate, so we were close. For convenience, I went to school with Isabellafrom a young age. Her mother always told her to take care of me, her “little brother,” and she did. She was a genuine prodigy. Her precociousness made her feel like everyone around her was a fool. While we were in elementary school classes, she was already learning foreign languages and taking dance lessons with private tutors. No matter where she was, as long as Isabellawas there, she was always the most dazzling. She was like a star in the sky, out of reach. Never short of suitors, she ignored everyone’s affections. Of course, Isabellahad every right to be proud. She came from a wealthy family, had exquisite looks, and even the school we attended was built by her family. She wore a look of disdain in front of everyone, only showing patience and calmness around me. We’d been together since childhood, going to and from school together. We lived in the same gated community, so we could always find each other. During holidays, either I’d go to find her, or she’d come to play with me. Olivia’s mom often liked to pinch my cheek, saying she might as well let Isabellabe my wife in the future. Isabellawould hook her arm through mine, smiling like a flower in bloom. I’d blush and say nothing, but inside I couldn’t have been happier. Who wouldn’t like someone as beautiful and gentle as Olivia? Only a fool wouldn’t. Back then, Isabellamade no secret of her preference for me, making other boys envious and jealous. I cherished this favoritism too, taking her mother’s words as a goal for the future. My father and Olivia’s father also had the intention of arranging our marriage on the day of our coming-of-age ceremony. But unfortunately, fate likes to give people a heavy blow when everything seems peaceful. In our senior year of high school, her family’s company launched a one-on-one charity program, donating to children of employees working at the Li Group. Jake appeared, with his dyed yellow hair and earrings, standing out among the donation recipients. To put it bluntly, he was a delinquent. I went to help as a representative of the Xu family, and it was the first time I’d ever seen such a “unique” person. Jake came up and asked when he’d get the money. I was momentarily speechless. Isabellatold me to switch with her, worried I might be bullied. She always appeared when I was most indecisive. I gave up my position. It was this action that I regretted immensely.

At first, Isabellafrowned as she talked to him, but gradually, Jake must have said something because Isabellastarted laughing too. Her gaze towards him was no longer contemptuous, but admiring and even showed a hint of youthful infatuation. The two forgot themselves and chatted away. Olivia, who had always been aloof, was for the first time talking so happily with a stranger besides me. Jake, who hung out on the streets, might not have had other talents, but he knew how to quickly win a girl’s heart. After the charity event, Jake slipped Isabellaa note, winking at her. Isabellacarefully put it in her bag without telling anyone. Perhaps it was during that time when everyone seemed to come from the same mold that his appearance broke Olivia’s constraints, bringing a different kind of spark to her monotonous life. If not for this opportunity, the two would never have crossed paths in this lifetime. One was a noble heiress, both in public and private, while the other was Jake, living at the bottom of society with only a gambler for a father. Later, I learned more about Jake. He had been expelled from his original high school for skipping classes and fighting. He spent his days racing motorcycles with the loiterers in front of the bubble tea shop, and had dated almost every delinquent girl in the area, none lasting more than three days. From that day on, Isabellaand I still went to school together, but as soon as school was out, Jake would ride his motorcycle to the school gate to pick her up. She would sit on the back of his bike, excited in a way I had never seen before. Jake even brought his buddies to lay out a heart shape with cheap flowers on the ground. In front of the whole school, he climbed up the teaching building like a monkey to confess his love to Olivia. I thought she would refuse, but to my surprise, Isabellaran all the way down, throwing herself into Jake’s arms, her face beaming with an enchanting smile. Many people felt it was a pity, the cream of the crop being snatched by a delinquent was something no one could accept. All I felt was heartache and nothing else. Olivia’s mother was furious about this and forbade her from going out, locking her at home and bringing meals to her door every day. I went to see her, but she asked me to help her sneak out. At first, I didn’t agree. She must have learned it from somewhere, but she started rubbing her chest against my arm, begging me to take her out. I didn’t agree and even felt a bit heartbroken. How had the pure and intelligent girl from before turned into this nauseating sight? She took advantage of the moment when I was chatting with her mother to jump out of the bathroom window. She even broke a bone in the process, but she had no regrets for the sake of love.

When Olivia’s father and mother found her, she was lying on a cheap motel bed, making love with Jake. Olivia’s father, a retired military man, personally beat Jake half to death and was about to drag him to the police station. Isabellaheld a knife to her own throat, forcing her father to let Jake go. After this incident, Olivia’s father and mother rarely interfered with her anymore. She and Jake became even more unrestrained, always cuddling together, either kissing or hugging. In the second half of our senior year, news that Isabellawas pregnant exploded in our social circle. On the day she filed for a leave of absence, many at school pitied this former star student. But she didn’t care at all, gently caressing her unborn child with a tender expression, like a real mother. Her father declared that if she dared to keep this bastard child, she should never return to the Li family. This was the second time Isabellaargued with her father. She said Jake’s child wasn’t a bastard but the crystallization of their love, and if the child was gone, she wouldn’t want to live either. Her father was so angry he was hospitalized. I often saw her and Jake lingering and kissing near her home. When they saw me, they would provocatively beckon to me. They still rode that cheap motorcycle, not considering the child in her womb at all. Finally, just before the college entrance exam, they had a car accident. They were driving illegally when the tail of their motorcycle was hit by a car. Because the impact was on the rear of the motorcycle, Jake wasn’t badly hurt, but Olivia, sitting in the back, was thrown off. She bled a large pool of blood on the spot, and lost the baby. Jake’s first reaction wasn’t to help Olivia, but to check on his motorcycle. Even when Isabellawas hospitalized, he only came to see her briefly once. He didn’t come, but I did. My family ordered me to bring some nutritional supplements for Olivia. I first encountered Jake in the hospital stairwell. He was on the phone, discussing with his father how to marry into a wealthy family. I recorded the entire conversation and played it for Isabellain the hospital room. I admit I still had some affection for this girl I had grown up with. After all, a relationship of over a decade is hard to sever completely. More than that, I wanted to pull her out, to pull her out of the quagmire. To stop her from being obsessed with a scumbag and ruining everything. But this action made her completely crazy.

Isabellahadn’t even finished listening before she started cursing loudly. She cursed me for being a villain trying to break them up, for not seeing the good in them, for making her feel nauseated. In her unstable emotional state, she slapped my hand away, and my phone slid to the door. Jake, who had just opened the door, punched me without a word. Isabellajust watched me being beaten, without a word of intervention. I left, enduring the pain, feeling like a fool. During this time, many people tried to persuade her, whether teachers or former classmates, all received the same treatment as me. She seemed bewitched, loving Jake crazily. At the family gathering for high school graduation, Isabellaeven pulled Jake onto the stage, countless spotlights shining on them. On such an occasion, everyone was in either suits or formal dresses, only Jake wore a studded leather jacket. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but seeing the exquisitely beautiful Isabellabeside him gave him courage. The two kissed in front of everyone, kissing passionately as if no one else was there. Olivia’s father’s face immediately darkened, and her mother fainted on the spot. Doing such a thing on such an occasion was undoubtedly slapping the Li family’s face. In future discussions about the Li family, the phrase “poor family values” would definitely come up. I watched the two from below the stage, feeling both sad and ridiculous. After a brief silence in the banquet hall, laughter erupted like a flood. Jake, embarrassed, turned to leave. He wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into me, knocking himself to the ground. Although I was annoyed, I still showed extreme gentlemanly manners, extending my hand to help him up. Unconsciously, we became a huge contrast in the scene. One was a well-known young master in the upper circles, the other was a bottom-feeder. The poisonous gazes of those around focused on us. Jake slapped my hand away, looking at me with intense hatred in his eyes, then got up clumsily and ran away. I shrugged indifferently. Isabellastared at me with cold eyes as if looking at a stranger: “I thought we knew each other so well after all these years, that you would congratulate me. I didn’t expect you to look down on people like the rest of them!” I didn’t say a word, letting her go after Jake. In my heart, I was thoroughly disappointed with Olivia. How could such a person still deserve even the last bit of friendship from me? After letting go of Olivia, I immersed myself in my studies, and finally received an admission email from my dream university after much effort. The day before I was to report to school, I received a message from Isabellasaying she was feeling down and wanted me to accompany her for a walk. At first, I didn’t respond, until she sent a string of over a dozen messages that I finally went out to meet her. I also wanted to take this opportunity to make a clean break with her, to stop all contact. But when I arrived, I had a vague feeling that something wasn’t right. Isabellawasn’t there, only Jake was.

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My Wife and Her “Guy Friend” Were Caught Having Sex in a Car in the Suburbs and Got into an Accident The doctor said if we wanted to save her legs, we needed to come up with $300,000 for surgery right away. After hearing this, I, a grown man, broke down sobbing hysterically. “My wife is the most famous dancer in this city! Her legs are how she makes her living and reputation!” “If she loses her legs, she’ll have no will to live!” “So please be gentle when you amputate her legs later!” As soon as I rushed to the hospital, I quickly wiped the smirk off my face that I’d been wearing the whole way there. I fell to my knees by my wife’s bed and started wailing dramatically. “Oh Alana, how could you be so foolish!” “You could have at least chosen a safer place for your rendezvous. I wouldn’t have minded!” “As long as you’re safe and sound, I don’t care about anything else! Please don’t feel so guilty about doing such a shameful thing that you want to end your life!” The nurse beside me looked moved, probably never having seen such a devoted husband before. The doctor came over and pulled me aside, saying sternly: “Go raise the surgery fee quickly. We can still save her legs!” I immediately scrambled to my feet. “Right, the money. I’ll call my mother-in-law right away!” I dialed Mrs. Taylor’s number. “Mom! I need you to transfer $300,000 right away! Alana needs it for treatment…” “What treatment needs $300,000? Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m telling you, I won’t give you even $3! You’re good for nothing. Get lost, you hear me!” “But Mom, this is real…” “Real my ass! Beep beep-” Mrs. Taylor’s loud voice blared through my phone’s speaker for everyone to hear clearly. Especially the final beeps as she hung up on me. I struggled to keep the corners of my mouth from turning up as I looked helplessly at the doctor. “Doctor, I don’t have the money.” “My wife treasures her legs more than anything.” “So please be gentle when you amputate them later!” “What about this man? Are you going to save him?” the doctor asked, pointing at my wife’s lover. “Of course! My wife loves him so much. She can get prosthetic legs, but we can’t bring a person back to life once they’re gone. You must save him!” Then I wiped away my tears and said seriously: “But given my position, I’m not really in a place to sign the surgery consent forms, am I?” The doctor turned and wheeled my wife into the emergency room. The nurse gave me a sympathetic look before hurrying in after them. As soon as they were gone, I texted my father-in-law: “Alana’s legs are ruined. Mom won’t let us save them. We can’t go on living like this.”

By the time Mrs. Taylor rushed to the hospital, Alana had already been wheeled out of surgery. “Alana! My poor baby, what happened to you?” “Mom, Alana just had surgery. Don’t shout, it’s not good for her,” I said softly. Mrs. Taylor looked up and saw me, her eyes instantly filled with venom. “Why couldn’t it have been you in the accident! How dare you show your face here. Alana is in this state all because she married a useless man like you!” “You think you’re so capable? Then hurry up and pay for Alana’s treatment! ” I spread my hands helplessly. “Mom, I already asked you for money earlier. You wouldn’t give me any…” Mrs. Taylor suddenly remembered and jumped up, spitting as she yelled. “You’re talking nonsense! Is there a single word of truth that comes out of your mouth?” Before she could finish, I played the recording of our earlier phone call. “Mom, Alana needs money for her legs…” “Needs my ass!!” An unusual silence fell over the emergency room. “Mom, you took all our family’s money after my business failed. How am I supposed to save her if you won’t give me any money?” “How can you blame me now? I told you about this right away.” “You… you did this on purpose, didn’t you!” Mrs. Taylor’s face turned bright red as she spoke. She lunged at me with her claws out, but two quick-thinking nurses held her back. They gave her a look of disgust and said, “What are you yelling about? The patient needs peace and quiet! What kind of mother are you…” Given my earlier heartfelt words, the two young nurses had already become my devoted fans. Seeing my mother-in-law, they shook their heads disapprovingly, as if wondering how such a good man ended up with such an awful family. “Are you two his mistresses? How dare you take his side. Have you no shame?” “Who are you calling shameless?” “You’re the shameless one!” “Say that again, I dare you!” Just as they were about to come to blows, a weak voice came from the hospital bed. “Mom…” Alana had woken up.

Mrs. Taylor immediately rushed to her bedside and grabbed her hand. “Alana, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt? I’m sorry Mommy came late.” After wiping away a tear, she pointed at me angrily. “This is what happens when you insist on marrying such a useless man. If he hadn’t lost even the car, would you have needed to take a cab just to go teach a student?” “My student… Oh right, how’s Adam? Is he okay?!” “Who’s Adam?” Mrs. Taylor asked, confused. I helpfully explained: “He’s the one who was driving Alana to her lesson. I heard he was rescued from the car pretty easily. Since they weren’t wearing any clothes, they were able to pull them out quickly.” “You!” Mrs. Taylor’s finger trembled as she pointed at me. “How dare you slander and humiliate my daughter like this. I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!” “Stop arguing! I need to go see Adam!” Alana anxiously threw off her blanket, only to find empty space beneath. “Where are my legs?!” Alana let out a piercing scream, the pain evident in her voice. I covered my face in sorrow, afraid they would see my joyful expression. “Where are Alana’s legs?!” Mrs. Taylor frantically felt around the bed while Alana started smashing vases and throwing things. “I know, it must be you, you bastard, who hurt Alana!” Alana’s bloodshot eyes instantly turned to me, suspecting I had taken revenge. I quickly waved my hands. “Alana, I already told Mom about this situation before you woke up. The doctors here heard everything clearly!” “You know better than anyone that other people don’t know about our family’s finances. You and Mom said I wasn’t fit to run a business, so you took control of all the company’s money. All the family’s money is with Mom!” “Your legs needed $300,000 for surgery urgently. I could only ask Mom for it, but she wouldn’t give it! It was her who wouldn’t save you, I’m useless! I couldn’t come up with the money!” I immediately played the recording again. That “Needs my ass!!” rang out especially loud. Alana’s face gradually darkened, then she stared intently at her mother. Anyone could hear that Mrs. Taylor was only concerned with her own enjoyment. She had taken all the family’s money under the guise of “safekeeping” it for Alana. Now she had caused Alana to miss the critical window to save her legs. Mrs. Taylor immediately knelt on the ground wailing. “Oh Alana! It’s your scoundrel of a husband who deceived us both! He didn’t explain things clearly!” “Enough!” Alana shouted, her whole body trembling with anger as she pointed at her mother. “Get out!” “How can you speak to me like this, daughter!” Suddenly, Mr. Taylor burst in, calling out to Alana in a panic. “Dad…” Mr. Taylor froze when he saw Alana’s empty pant legs. He had often bragged to others about how talented his daughter was at dancing, how many awards she had won. His current leisurely and affluent lifestyle was all thanks to his precious daughter’s dancing legs. All those officials had been falling over themselves to send him gifts in hopes of having Alana teach their children to dance. Now her legs were gone. Everything was gone, everything ruined! “Thank goodness you’re here, Alana’s father! Hurry and do something about our son-in-law. He’s trying to destroy our whole family…” Smack! A resounding slap landed squarely on Mrs. Taylor’s face from Mr. Taylor.

My name is Caleb Frost. I used to be a successful business owner. One of those young and accomplished entrepreneurs. Five years ago, I met Alana at a dinner party. She was still in college at the time. I had dropped out of high school to start my business, so I was completely defenseless against a cultured and beautiful girl like Alana. She seemed as pure as a white flower back then. I fell deeply in love with her. I truly believed she was the most talented and gentle, pure girl I had ever met. I pursued her passionately. Her family didn’t support her going to art school, only wanting to pay for her brother’s education. The night they told her to drop out, she came to me crying. We had some drinks that night and ended up sleeping together. From then on, I was utterly devoted to supporting her studies. To put it bluntly, I was basically her sugar daddy. Not only did she win award after award, within two years of graduating she became an outstanding dance teacher. It seemed only natural when she married me afterwards. I always thought my in-laws were petty and calculative people. I only tolerated them for Alana’s sake. But later I realized Alana was the most deeply hidden schemer of them all! She was actually promiscuous to the core! When my company ran into trouble, I was being crushed by a rival company and couldn’t lift my head. It was only when that big boss got drunk that he told me. “You know why the whole market is targeting you now?” “It’s because you married the mayor’s mistress!” After that, I checked her phone one night and discovered she was maintaining relationships with different men! One of them was even her own student! She actively sent photos and videos to seduce the student, driving him crazy. Every time she went to his house for tutoring, she wasn’t teaching academic subjects, but giving lessons in anatomy! She had never shown this side of herself when she was with me! I was burning with rage. The next day when she was about to go to the student’s house for a lesson, I was ready to confront her, but then I got a call from the hospital… “You slut! This is all your fault!” Mr. Taylor cursed viciously at his wife. Mrs. Taylor was seeing stars from the slap. She promptly sat down on the floor and started wailing. “Oh heavens, we can’t go on living like this!” Mrs. Taylor was just an uncultured old woman from the countryside. Whenever anything happened, she would make a scene by crying and screaming, completely lacking class. “How exactly did the accident happen?!” Mr. Taylor asked anxiously and angrily. “Which bastard was driving you? You’ve lost your legs and your life is ruined. I’m going to go break his arms right now!” “That’s right, daughter! Hurry and tell us who the driver was and who caused the accident! We need to get compensation from them!” Mrs. Taylor had stopped crying on the floor and was now focused on getting money. I watched with amusement as Alana’s face turned bright red, unable to speak. I quickly clapped my hands. “Alana doesn’t want to talk about it, so let me tell Mom and Dad.”

“Mom, Dad, you know Alana is an extremely responsible teacher who takes meticulous care of her students’ lives.” “How could such a good teacher… end up in this situation.” Mr. Taylor impatiently interrupted me. “Get to the point!” I paused, frowning as I said: “This is the point, Dad. She took such good care of her student that she even got in the car with him for some in-depth tutoring. She’s really so considerate…” “What nonsense are you spouting?! Are you saying our Alana was fooling around with that little punk? How dare you say such things about our daughter! I’ll beat you to death, you scoundrel!” After hearing this, Mr. Taylor swung his arm to punch me. I nimbly dodged, causing him to stumble and nearly crash headfirst into the hospital bed. “He’s been making up lies and slandering Alana since earlier. He’s just jealous that our Alana is making more money and becoming famous as a teacher now. Marrying our daughter was like a toad getting lucky and eating swan meat for him.” “That’s right, I know my own daughter. Alana is such a pure and innocent girl. If she could do something like that, I’d jump out this window right now!” Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were extremely agitated, convinced I was a despicable person trying to frame their daughter. It made sense. They were originally a family that favored sons over daughters. Their son had been kicked out of college for fighting, and now all three of them were leeching off Alana. Alana cared too much about keeping up appearances and always gave in to their demands. In the past when my business was doing well, I had turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. But after my company ran into trouble, her brother went from eagerly parking my car whenever I visited the in-laws, to now sarcastically mocking me even when I just came over for a meal. They were truly fair-weather friends. “Who is Alana Taylor?” While Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were ranting at me, a police officer walked in. “Oh Officer! Please take this vile man who keeps spewing filth away! He’s the one bullying our daughter and causing her to lose her legs!” The police officer ignored my mother-in-law and walked straight to my wife’s bedside, pulling out photos printed from surveillance footage. “This is you in the photos, right?”

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On Valentine’s Day, my husband said he wanted to try something exciting and took me to an immersive role-playing club. The NPC assigned to accompany me was a beautiful young woman. While she was performing an intimate scene with my husband, she cried with tears streaming down her face. I thought it was just acting. But she was actually crying out for help. Not long after the New Year, Valentine’s Day arrived. It was also the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Liam. Unlike other couples whose lives tend to become mundane after marriage, Liam and I still maintained the excitement and passion from when we were dating. The secret to keeping this passion alive was twofold: money and our pursuit of “novelty” in our sex life. We were both people who pursued an exciting life, so we were used to living in our own world and hadn’t planned on having children yet. However, this couldn’t hide the signs of fatigue I started showing as I entered my thirties, while his desires remained strong. That day, after work, I was cooking in the kitchen when he loosened his tie and seductively wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. After years together, he knew all my sensitive spots, and I quickly succumbed to his teasing. “Baby, let me take you somewhere tonight. You’ll love it,” he whispered mischievously in my ear. I nodded, blushing, then remembered something and tilted my head to ask him: “Oh, Liam, your mom called today. She said she envies others who have grandchildren. We’re both thirty now, and I’m not opposed to having a child. If you want…” “I don’t want children,” he immediately cut me off, his tone somewhat impatient. “Honey, didn’t you say you’d agree to get the contraceptive implant in a few days? How about it?” The contraceptive implant Liam was referring to involved inserting a hormone-releasing device under the skin of a woman’s arm for long-term birth control. I had once suggested he get a vasectomy, but he said that would rob him of his manly pleasures. I wasn’t sure about remaining childless forever, so I had been hesitant to get the implant. “Alright. I promise I’ll make an appointment at the hospital in a few days,” I nodded reluctantly. He was excited, hugged me, and kissed me once, urging me to get ready quickly so we could go out and celebrate Valentine’s Day together. The place Liam mentioned took a full hour and a half to drive to. It was in an entertainment district far from the city center. At 9 PM, the neon lights were particularly eye-catching. As soon as we entered, a hostess smiled and handed Liam a number tag: “Mr. Wright, you’re here.” The hostess’s attentive manner suggested she was quite familiar with him. Had my husband been here often before? Seeing my confusion, Liam explained that he had come to scout the place in advance for this Valentine’s Day surprise. “This is my second time here. I really wanted you to experience it,” he said excitedly, squeezing my hand. With the staff’s introduction, I learned that this was an immersive role-playing club, featuring real-life immersive scenarios with multiple players and NPCs teaming up. Due to its “ultra-realistic” nature, the prices were quite expensive, and it operated on a VIP membership basis, only accepting member users. The scenario Liam had booked was called “Rose Island,” telling the story of a domineering male lead who held a young woman named Eva captive on a deserted island for 365 days, forcing her to fall in love with him. It sounded incredibly intense right from the description. I eagerly followed my husband inside. The space was vast, with over a dozen NPCs and fellow players. Screams from women could be heard from the adjacent room. Suddenly feeling a bit unnerved, I wondered if it was really this realistic. Seeing my hesitation, a staff member suggested: “How about this? We’ll arrange for an NPC to act out a scene with Mr. Wright first, and you can watch from the side.” Liam looked at me inquiringly. I nodded, “Okay, honey, you go try it first. I’ll see how it’s performed.” As soon as I finished speaking, the actress playing Eva slowly walked out. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, wearing a sky-blue spaghetti strap dress that slightly revealed her cleavage. Her voluptuous figure was eye-catching. Upon seeing us, she immediately put on a timid expression. She truly seemed like the shy young girl from the script. “Mr. Wright, shall we begin?” she asked coyly. “Alright, honey, let me show you how it’s done,” Liam nodded, his eyes involuntarily fixed on her snow-white chest.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. The young woman had a slender figure and looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. A woman’s intuition made me feel wary, but I still watched as my husband walked in. Through the glass door, I could clearly see the progress of the game inside. All the NPC actors were very professional. My husband was particularly engrossed in his role, as if he truly was that all-powerful mob boss. When it came time for an intense scene, he and Eva had a conflict. Then, Liam pinned her down on the wild ground. This was a scene with just the two of them; all other NPCs had left. The dim lighting made it difficult to discern what was really happening inside. I stared intently at the man and woman entangled before me. The woman’s snow-white legs were flailing wildly in the air. Terrifying cries for help rose and fell. “I’ll teach you to run, I’ll teach you to run. Try to escape again and I’ll break your legs, understand?” And my husband’s savage roar seemed so real, as if he was truly in character! “Please, help me…” The young woman seemed to notice my presence and struggled to look at me, her messy hair clinging to her damp skin. That pitiful look seemed to be begging me for help. Because the performance was so realistic, I desperately called for the staff to yell “Cut!”, but the staff said that once it started, it couldn’t be stopped. Flustered, I went straight to the main power switch and pulled it, cutting off electricity to the entire club! I don’t know what happened in the pitch-black fifteen minutes that followed, I only heard a woman’s mournful whimper from inside. When Liam came out, he still had a look of unsatisfied desire and complained to me: “Honey, why did you cut the power? What’s the rush?” I said, “Your acting was too realistic. I got scared watching it, so I asked them to call cut, but they wouldn’t stop.” Soon after, the young woman came out too. Her eyes were red and teary, her clothes disheveled, and even her legs were trembling. I couldn’t help but suspect, did they actually do something real in there? So I hurriedly went to stop her: “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Now I could clearly see her name tag, which read “Rose.” Rose looked at me with slight surprise: “No, it’s all in the script. Mr. Wright was quite into his role.” Looking at her calm demeanor now, so different from her terrified state behind the glass door earlier, I was confused. I watched Rose walk straight to the back, her eyes meeting my husband’s for a brief moment before she quickly looked away as if shocked. Because I had arbitrarily cut the main power to the club, many players were forced to interrupt their scenarios and came demanding compensation. As a result, I had to pay the club a significant amount. While I was apologizing and compensating at the club, Liam was smoking in the corner. But he never smoked usually. I was all too familiar with that habit – it was a post-intimacy smoke. This Valentine’s Day was extremely unpleasant for me, and I had no interest in even having the candlelit dinner, ending the night abruptly. My husband and I had a total annual income of over $200,000, and we lived in a detached house as our marital home. Our financial situation was quite comfortable. Logically, living the most carefree life of a wealthy housewife, I should have turned a blind eye to his behavior. But I had a severe aversion to infidelity in relationships. That night, as soon as I closed my eyes, I kept imagining those miserable screams, tossing and turning unable to sleep. Liam blamed me for not being able to handle the game and started giving me the cold shoulder, staying out for several days in a row. Feeling dejected, I went to talk about this with my best friend. My friend told me to relax. “Men are always looking for new thrills, aren’t they? Besides, you said it was a legitimate role-playing club, so there shouldn’t be anything illegal going on.” I sighed and told her that I had contacted the hospital about the contraceptive implant procedure, hoping it would ease the tension between my husband and me. “It was Liam who insisted. The doctor advised me to think it through, given that I’m still young and whether I’m sure I never want to have my own children.” My friend was surprised, saying it’s rare for a man with normal fertility to think that way. She suggested I communicate with my husband again. My heart sank. Was he just avoiding responsibility, or did he really not want to have a child with me? Recently, Liam often didn’t come home at night. I secretly linked his Uber emergency contact shared location and bill sharing. As a result, I discovered that he had several long trips of over ten kilometers during his work days, as well as multiple large transfer records. The places he went were almost all large shopping malls. I was suspicious and planned to confront Liam that night. When he came back, he gave me a big hug and brought me a diamond necklace with a three-carat diamond. “Happy birthday, baby. You even forgot your own birthday, but luckily I went to various malls in advance to pick out a gift for you,” he said with a grin. I frowned, feeling a twinge of guilt and gratitude. So he had been to all those places just to pick out a diamond for me. That night, our intimate time was very harmonious. He seemed to have studied a lot of materials and developed quite a bit of new knowledge. Before falling asleep, I casually opened my phone. To my surprise, I found that he had quietly turned off all the location sharing and other settings I had set up, changing them to private.

My heart skipped a beat. There was definitely something fishy going on. To resolve my doubts, on the weekend, I suggested going to that role-playing club again with my husband, and we invited a few friends along. This time I chose a normal scenario, a suspense thriller, which was noticeably cheaper than the more intense scenario we had picked before. While our friends were all enjoying themselves with great interest, he kept yawning. I leaned close to him and asked quietly: “Honey, don’t you love role-playing games the most? Why aren’t you participating properly? Our friends are all here accommodating you.” Liam looked at us apologetically. “I’m sorry, I might be too tired from work these past few days. I also stayed up late last night finishing a PowerPoint presentation.” This was clearly a lie. I had seen him fall into a deep sleep right after dinner yesterday, snoring like a log. He also got up late on Saturday, so there was no reason for him to be tired. Unless this ordinary role-playing game simply didn’t stimulate his sensitive spots, leaving him uninterested. If so, his usual excitement threshold must be quite high. My expression darkened. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, asking a staff member to take my place and continue playing. Stepping out of the dim room, I walked into the main hall. This was where Liam had played the intense scenario before. To give players a more thrilling experience, they had set up these transparent curtains, adding a sense of shame under public view. Inside, I saw Rose. This time she was playing an NPC in an ancient Chinese scenario. Her shoulders were half-exposed, with makeup simulating injuries on her shoulders and neck. She wore a rabbit mask on her face. I glanced at the script in the staff member’s hand. The scenario was called “National Beauty,” with unspeakable lines below. It was indeed another intense scene. Several men dressed as soldiers approached her, seemingly about to abuse this weak woman. They sneered: “Your Highness, even if we die, we can only die in your bed.” The lead man reached out to remove the jade hairpin from her head. The hairpin was sharp and directly cut through the ribbon on her chest. Rose was left with only a crimson undershirt, her eyes red as she sobbed slightly: “Please, gentlemen, don’t do this…” She inadvertently turned her head and gave me a deep glance. The rabbit mask was roughly pulled off, and that look was terrified and helpless. One man after another came before her… The lights suddenly dimmed, and the curtain was drawn. I couldn’t see clearly what happened next. I only heard Rose’s extremely shrill cries amidst the background music of thunder and lightning. My curiosity grew deeper and deeper, with several questions swirling in my mind, refusing to dissipate. Online, I found out that this role-playing club was a legally registered business and shouldn’t have any illegal operations as I had imagined. But its form, different from other role-playing clubs, and Rose’s reaction that day still made me suspicious. On a day when Liam was working overtime at the company, I lied about going to the hospital for a blood test before the contraceptive implant procedure. In reality, I had secretly taken his VIP membership card and went to the role-playing club by myself. To prevent the staff from tipping off Liam, I deliberately wore a mask. When asked about my preferred scenario type, I hesitated for a moment before finally choosing a script involving a black man, with a theme of forced love. The staff member smiled and asked if I wanted the hidden service. “What do you mean?” I frowned. “Many career women come here to relieve stress, and they often choose the hidden version of this scenario. It’s more expensive, though,” she explained, being mysteriously coy. “Trust me, you’ll definitely like it.” I steeled my nerves and paid nearly triple the price. I was determined to see what the catch was. To conceal my identity, I kept the mask on when entering the venue. Soon, the black NPC who was to act with me came out. His name was Jack, tall and strong, looking exactly like the image on the “Mr. Clean” kitchen products. The man wore only a pair of shorts, his muscles rippling, dark and robust. Even the veins on his arms seemed to be pulsing. My eyes involuntarily moved downward, and when they reached his tight shorts, I couldn’t help but blush. Black men’s clothing sizes were indeed larger. After familiarizing ourselves with the script content, several NPCs entered the room with us. I had requested a fully enclosed room without the glass window. After going through the basic content of the script, we reached the intense scene I was most curious about. My heart was pounding as I watched the other NPCs leave, leaving only me and the black man locked in the room. “Baby, you’re so sexy, I am coming!” His breathing noticeably heavied, and before I could react, he lifted me up against the wall. “Help!” I cried out in shock, but I was no match for his strength. The fabric on my shoulder was violently torn. As my skin was exposed to the cold air, I couldn’t help but shudder. A feeling of shame ran from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I wanted to escape, but he held me tightly, his rough palms touching my waist and exploring upwards.

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During my sophomore year, I became infamous in the worst way possible. My best friend Zoe asked me to meet her at a hotel. I went, and from that moment, I plunged into a bottomless abyss. Not only did I lose the most precious thing to me, but I was also stripped, photographed, and humiliated. Those obscene photos were sent to every single one of my classmates and professors. Everyone said the student council president had sold herself for money. In an instant, I became the hottest topic on everyone’s lips. My parents couldn’t bear the pressure of public opinion and divorced. My mom, feeling utterly disgraced, took her own life with an overdose of pills. After that day, I was forced to transfer schools, undergo plastic surgery, and change my name. I’ll never forget Zoe’s smug face that night. All of this was her doing! I couldn’t let her get away with it. I worked tirelessly to get into the same university as Zoe. I sold the house my mom left me and packaged myself as a rich girl to infiltrate her social circle, pretending to be her best friend. I heard her boyfriend was from a wealthy family in the city, filthy rich and incredibly handsome. The key was that he was head over heels for Zoe. He was my first target, and also the first “gift” I would give to Zoe. Approaching such a high-quality, devoted man was difficult, but I had to try! Soon, my opportunity came. On Zoe’s birthday, she had a fight with her boyfriend and refused to answer his calls. So he called me instead, “Aria, is Zoe with you?” I said, “Yes.” Her boyfriend hesitated, “Zoe and I had a misunderstanding. She won’t take my calls. It’s her birthday tonight, and I want to surprise her. I need your help.” “How can I help?” “Can I borrow your key?” Zoe came from an ordinary family but pretended to be rich, claiming she couldn’t stand living in the dorm. To get close to her, I had gritted my teeth and rented a large apartment off-campus with her. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “I want to set up a surprise at your apartment. I’m going to propose to her tonight.” My heart sank. How could a vain, evil woman like Zoe marry a good man like Marcus? Back in sophomore year, she had come up with that despicable plan to ruin me just for the title of student council president! If she could marry into a wealthy family, where was the justice in this world? “Okay, I’ll help,” I agreed quickly, while an evil plan began to form in my mind. Zoe’s birthday party was booked at a bar near the school. I made an excuse about being stuck in traffic, turned around, and went back to our shared apartment. From a distance, I saw Marcus standing at the entrance of our building, with a large cardboard box at his feet. He was tall, about 6’2″, wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his fit physique. He had on a black baseball cap that partially hid his incredibly handsome face. Despite his casual attire and lack of expensive accessories, he couldn’t hide his unique, aristocratic aura. I ran up to him with a smile, “Have you been waiting long?” He didn’t say much, his eyes dark and bright, “Not long.” I led him back to the apartment and helped him set up the romantic proposal scene. During a break, I took a few bottles of beer from the fridge and slipped something into one of them before casually handing it to him. The alcohol content wasn’t high, just a brand commonly drunk at bars. He glanced at it and downed it in one go.

I sat on the cardboard box and took a sip, “What do you like about Zoe?” Marcus seemed thirsty and finished the entire bottle in one breath. He lowered his head slightly and placed the empty bottle by his feet, “She’s kind and cheerful.” “Pfft…” I spat out my drink. This guy might be good-looking, but was he blind? Zoe and “kind and cheerful” were worlds apart! She was vicious, vain, dark, and would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. I would use the filthiest language in the world to describe her! And use the most despicable methods to get my revenge! “What’s wrong?” Marcus looked up at me, his eyes deep and dark, slightly intoxicated, with an indescribable sexiness. “You really have good taste!” I got up and went to the balcony. Following Marcus’s instructions, I made an urgent call to Zoe, telling her to come home early because of an emergency. When I returned to the living room, as expected, Marcus had passed out on the sofa. I shook him, and he was truly unconscious. I hesitated, standing there unable to act. Marcus was a good man, and I shouldn’t have dragged him into this conflict. But then I thought of Zoe’s vicious fangs, and I shuddered. “Marcus, I’m not doing this to hurt you, but to save you.” I steeled my heart and stripped off his clothes, laying him on the sofa. “I hope we can play this act well.” I disposed of the beer bottle he had used, tore my own clothes, and pinched myself all over until I was covered in bruises. I even slapped myself a few times until my face was swollen. Only then did I stop and send Zoe a message, “Zoe, come back quickly, save me! Marcus has gone crazy!” My phone was instantly flooded with calls from Zoe. I smashed my phone to pieces.

Zoe sensed something was wrong and rushed back. I huddled in a corner of the sofa, crying hysterically, my body covered in wounds. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, torn underwear hung on the bar counter. Even an idiot could see what had happened between Marcus and me. “Aria, what happened?” Zoe’s expression was rigid, her face pale. “Zoe…” I threw myself into her arms, crying and sobbing, “Marcus… Marcus assaulted me!” Heaven knows how satisfying it was to spit out those words! Zoe’s body shook violently, her eyes fixed on Marcus. “Marcus, wake up, how much did you drink?” Two classmates shook Marcus. Everyone knew Marcus couldn’t hold his liquor, but they’d never seen him this drunk before. Marcus woke up, confused by the scene before him. “You bastard!” Zoe broke down and slapped him, “Bastard!” I picked up my phone, wrapped myself in clothes, and ran out crying. Zoe’s family was ordinary, she used her looks to hook rich guys. Marcus was the highest caliber man she could ever hope to catch. She wouldn’t let go easily. Sure enough, I had barely run downstairs when Zoe chased after me, “Aria!” I stood by the roadside, pretending to shake as I dialed 911. My phone was intentionally broken, unable to turn on, thus delaying the police call and giving Zoe ample time to expose her true nature. “Zoe…” I turned to her for help, “Let me use your phone. I need to call the police. I must call the police. I won’t let that beast get away with this!” Zoe’s face was pale and serious. She gripped my hand, “Aria, calm down.” “How can I calm down? I can’t calm down! Do you know what he did to me?” I cried as I spoke, “He tore my clothes, kissed and touched my body, and then… then violently assaulted me. I want that scumbag to go to jail! If you protect him, we can’t be friends anymore!” My words deeply affected Zoe. Her eyes turned cold and vicious, her eyes red with jealousy. She forced an eerie smile on her pale face, comforting me, “I’m not protecting him. I’m worried about your reputation. Calm down for a couple of days. I’ll talk to Marcus and get to the bottom of this, I’ll give you an explanation.” That smile shouldn’t have appeared on her face, yet she wore such a chilling expression. I knew she was going to make her move against me. Everything was under my control. So, I started to add fuel to the fire, stimulating Zoe even more intensely.

The news that Marcus and I had “slept” together spread like wildfire on the campus forum. The information was spread by my childhood friend, the more outrageous and salacious, the better. I wanted to make Zoe suffer, to infuriate her. Even if she wanted to call me a slut, she couldn’t find a reason. She had to rack her brains to cover up for her rich “rapist” boyfriend. It must have been like swallowing a knife, cutting her tongue, but having to swallow it whole. Afterward, I moved back to the school dorm, and Zoe moved back too. She kept a close eye on me, ostensibly accompanying me out of friendship, but actually afraid I’d report to the police and ruin her dream of marrying into wealth. The day after moving back to school, I received a message from Marcus. “Aria, let’s talk.” “Let’s talk off-campus. I don’t want to be seen at school.” “Alright.” I knew Marcus liked to wear black, so I chose a long black T-shirt, wore a black cap and mask, wrapped myself up tightly, and had my childhood friend stake out to take photos in advance. As soon as I left the school gate, I saw Marcus’s Maybach parked across the street. I opened the car door and sat in the back. He looked somewhat haggard. Looking at me through the rearview mirror, his expression was cold and complex. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated, “Where to?” My eyes were red and swollen, my long hair messy, looking very haggard. “Let’s just talk in the car.” The car drove aimlessly around the city. I actually felt quite guilty towards Marcus, but when I thought of my deceased mother, I hardened my heart again. I couldn’t tell Marcus the truth. He had swallowed Zoe’s poisonous bait, the love potion had already infected him. If I told him everything, he might not believe me and would alert Zoe. At that point, I would be beyond redemption. The time wasn’t right yet. Soon, the silent atmosphere was broken. He turned his head and looked at me. He said, “Aria, I’m very sorry about what happened that night. I don’t usually drink that much, but one bottle of beer shouldn’t have knocked me out. Zoe and I have been analyzing it, and we’re wondering if something strange might have happened.” My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected Marcus to suspect me. I suddenly burst into tears, “What do you mean?” Marcus hesitated, “Don’t you think it’s strange? Could someone have…” “What are you suspecting?” I interrupted him, crying, “I don’t want money, I don’t want anything from you, we have no connection. What reason would I have to do that?” “That’s not what I meant.” “To clear yourself of the rape charge, why are you trying to smear me?” Marcus drew a sharp breath, seemingly unable to bear me using such a dirty word to describe him. His face turned ashen, and he unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter. “If that’s the case, let’s go to the police station to talk! I still have the underwear with bodily fluids from that night!” I angrily got out of the car and started walking back. Marcus chased after me and grabbed my arm, “Aria, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I struggled desperately. “Maybe I drank too much and it went to my head. I might have mistaken you for Zoe.” Marcus finally gave in, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and anger, “I’m sorry, I sincerely apologize to you. I can compensate you! Any amount!” “What good is an apology? What good is money?” I sobbed on his shoulder, “What kind of person do you think I am?” This scene was being photographed by my childhood friend, and the photos were simultaneously uploaded to the school forum. I guessed the forum must be in an uproar. Today, I had deliberately worn matching outfits with Marcus, got into his car, and now was photographed with Marcus pulling me, me crying in his arms. Anyone looking at the photos would think Marcus was pestering me. I guessed that when Zoe saw these sneaky photos, she would want to kill me. She wouldn’t pity me, the “assaulted and harassed” victim. She would only see me as an obstacle to be eliminated. The torment and cruelty she once gave me, I would now return to her bit by bit! “Marcus, Zoe and I are good friends,” I said. “I don’t want to mention this incident again. I don’t need compensation, and I won’t report to the police.” I further gained his trust, “For the sake of my reputation and Zoe, let’s just pretend nothing happened, it was just a misunderstanding.” Marcus’s distrustful expression eased a bit, and he suddenly looked at me with deep remorse. I waved my hand, not wanting to talk anymore, and called a taxi back to school. I actually didn’t want to hurt Marcus, nor did I want to entangle with him. Zoe was like a parasite sucking his blood. To remove Zoe, Marcus would inevitably experience pain. He was an innocent victim. I should be the one apologizing. Back at the dorm, Zoe greeted me with red eyes and a smile, as if nothing had happened, “Aria, where did you go?” “Just went for a walk.” Zoe hugged me comfortingly, “I was so worried you might do something stupid. Tonight, my friend is having a celebration party. Why don’t you come along to take your mind off things?” Back in sophomore year, she had used the same excuse to call me to the hotel. What was meant to come, couldn’t be avoided. Everything was a cycle. She was finally going to make her move. Only this time, she was the prey, and I was the cunning hunter.

I hadn’t been lurking around Zoe for so long without learning anything. I knew everything she said and did, who her connections were, all like the back of my hand. Although Zoe acted reserved and elegant in front of Marcus, she was actually quite wild. Back in sophomore year, she was already buddying up with people from the streets, calling many gangsters her “brothers”, with a wide network of connections. Even after getting into a prestigious university and moving to a new city, she still had quite a few “brothers” from the streets. I sent the address of the celebration party to my childhood friend, who made preparations in advance. The party was at a nightclub in the city center. The private room was dimly lit and filled with smoke. It was full of shady characters – some shirtless men were playing cards, while others were swaying to the loud music on the dance floor. “Sister Zoe’s here,” said a tall, thin man in the center, raising his hand holding a cigarette. Zoe patted my shoulder and said with a smile, “Brother Jake, I brought a friend to hang out.” Several men turned their heads to look at me, their gazes unabashedly lustful. I instinctively turned to leave. Zoe pushed me into the room. “Zoe, why are you pushing me?” I asked her. The moment the door closed, she seemed to transform into a different person. She sneered, “Aria, drop the act now, will you?” I pretended to be confused, “What do you mean?” Zoe slapped me hard across the face, her face dark, “We’re both old foxes here, why are you playing dumb with me?” She hit me with tremendous force. Before I could steady myself, she slapped me several more times, as if unleashing all the anger she had been holding back for days. I staggered and fell to the ground, tasting blood in my mouth.

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My “friend” suddenly announced he had a girlfriend. The caption read: “I’m not good with words, I just want to see you.” In that instant, my SnapChat exploded. All our mutual friends bombarded me with messages: “Claire, isn’t Felix’s girlfriend supposed to be you?” Indeed. Why wasn’t I Felix Harper’s girlfriend? (1) Before I could process what was happening, Felix sent me a message: “So, what do you think? Isn’t my girlfriend pretty?” Each word felt like a knife twisting in my heart. My hands were shaking so much I could barely see the screen through my blurred vision. He must have grown impatient waiting for a response because he sent another message: “My girlfriend knows we’re close. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea, so maybe don’t come find me for a while.” I read his messages over and over, then threw my phone aside and burst into tears. All these years, everyone knew I loved Felix. Everyone except Felix himself. He always thought I was just his best friend. His family without the blood ties. In this world, if we’re talking about who knows Felix Harper best, I, Claire Bennett, would say I’m second to none. I know he likes his egg pancakes without green onions, his beef noodles without cilantro, his winter hoodies without hoods, and that his sneakers are half a size bigger than his regular shoes. I’ve made all his literature notes since we were kids, and when he first started college, I bought him his first set of formal wear. I used to be so proud of how much space I occupied in Felix’s life. I thought no other girl could leave as many traces in his life as I had. I thought there was just one small step left between us. One opportunity that would make it all fall into place naturally. But I never got that opportunity. Instead, I got the fact that Felix now had a girlfriend. He kept chattering away on SnapChat, telling me how great his new girlfriend was. How she surprisingly liked green onions and cilantro, and now he liked them too because she did. He shared pictures of the hooded sweatshirt she bought him, saying he loved it so much he’d wear it every day. He even mentioned how cute it was that she bought him sneakers that were too small. Every word felt like it was erasing my past. Finally, he sent me one last message, “My girlfriend says if you could bring us some condoms, she’d believe we’re just friends. Claire, hurry and bring them over!” He attached the address of a hotel. His audacity with me was entirely my own doing. Since childhood, I’d always given him whatever he wanted. If he asked for the stars, I’d have built a ladder to fetch them for him. Even his mom said there wasn’t another person in this world who’d be as good to him as I was. It was precisely because I was so good to him that he took such liberties. He took me for granted. I wiped away my tears and actually went. When I arrived, he was already impatiently waiting. As soon as he opened the door, he snatched the condoms from my hand, giving me a dirty look: “Claire, what took you so long? My girlfriend almost got suspicious!” He didn’t even give me a chance to speak before slamming the door shut. Before the door closed, I caught a glimpse of the girl. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair loose, water droplets still clinging to her skin. I saw Felix eagerly walking towards her, about to embrace her… Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of Felix, so I tried to cover my mouth, but I still couldn’t hold back a sob. Suddenly, I felt like a complete joke. I wiped away my tears and tried to message him in as calm a tone as I could muster: “Felix, I won’t bother you anymore.” After sending it, I blocked him. Felix and I had known each other since we were in diapers. After more than twenty years, there were too many memories. Just the photos of us together took up over 30GB of my phone’s storage. I deleted them all. Not just that, I even deleted all those childish photos we’d taken together years ago from my social media accounts. I made up my mind. From today on, I would no longer love Felix Harper. (2) The next day, after class, Felix cornered me. He looked at me, exasperated, as if I was being unreasonable. “Claire, what’s your problem?” I admit, it’s impossible to forget someone you’ve loved for so long overnight. Seeing him again, my heart still ached a little. I pretended nothing was wrong and acted like I hadn’t heard him. He was clearly getting impatient. “You’re making Mia really uncomfortable. She thinks she’s the reason we’re not getting along.” I looked at him, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth, unable to say a word. I could only quicken my pace to leave. Felix cursed behind me, “Damn it, Claire, are you getting too full of yourself? Making such a fuss just because your bro is dating someone. Mia was right, you’re acting like a possessive bitch. Don’t tell me you actually like me?” I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay it all out. “What if I said yes?” “Huh?” Felix awkwardly rubbed his fingers, seemingly caught off guard by my response. “I was just kidding. Uh, I gotta go. We’ll talk later, okay?” For the next two months, Felix didn’t contact me, and I didn’t reach out to him either. I heard he’d been getting pretty serious with his girlfriend. They even signed up for a travel group, planning to go on a trip during summer break. My friends were indignant about this and messaged me to complain: “Doesn’t Felix have a heart? How can he be so public about it? Doesn’t he worry about hurting you?” I paused for a moment before replying: “Let him be.” It would get better slowly. While Felix was flaunting his relationship, I cried silently in pain several nights. But I forced myself not to think about it, not to ask about it. Later, I truly stopped thinking about it. I started focusing on my studies, keeping myself busy every day. Then one day, my roommate informed me that I was featured on the university’s confession wall. The confession was simple: “Claire Bennett from second-year Economics, I, Mason Callahan, have decided you’re the one for me.” Well… To be honest, it was a bit underwhelming. Who still uses these cheesy, domineering pickup lines these days? I didn’t take it seriously at all, thinking it was just someone’s prank. But what I didn’t expect was that Mason Callahan really did start pursuing me aggressively. Because of what happened with Felix, I was extremely averse to the idea of dating, so I was very cold towards him. But he never got discouraged. In fact, he seemed to become more determined with each rejection. At first, every time I came out of the library, I’d see him waiting there, always holding a cup of my favorite cheese grape tea. He’d hand it to me as soon as I came out. At first, I refused to accept it, but he didn’t get upset. He just smiled and said, “But senior, I’ve already bought it. It’d be such a waste.” “If you really don’t want it, why don’t you just transfer me the money?” And just like that, he successfully got my SnapChat contact. I thought giving him my contact might be troublesome, but he was very considerate. He’d only occasionally like or comment on my posts, rarely actively disturbing my life. Gradually, I even started to get used to it. After a while, when I tried to transfer him money for the milk tea again, he refused, giving a very reasonable explanation: “We’re so familiar now. Treating you to a cup of milk tea is just what I should do.” Reading this message, I found myself sprawled on my bed, laughing uncontrollably. I never thought this kid would be so good at pursuing girls. He handled the boundaries between men and women just right. I started to enjoy interacting with him. After all, who doesn’t like a good-looking guy who knows how to treat a girl right? As I got to know him better, I found out that Mason’s college entrance exam score was actually over 30 points higher than our university’s admission line. I couldn’t understand it: “Then why did you come here?” He seemed a bit embarrassed for once, scratching his head: “Because the person I like is here.” The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward. I coughed uncomfortably: “With 600 points, you don’t seem like someone who’d write that kind of confession.” This time, he was even more embarrassed, a blush quickly spreading across his face. “That was posted by my roommates. They were just messing around.” Mason is very good-looking, a bit more than just conventionally attractive. Growing up, the most handsome person I’d ever seen was Felix. But looking closely, Mason seemed no less attractive than Felix. As I stared at him for a while, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t thought about Felix for quite some time. He seemed to have really disappeared from my life. Mason started to occupy my time. Every day, he’d find new ways to cater to my preferences. I didn’t like eating breakfast in the cafeteria, so he’d wake up two hours early to buy me breakfast from my favorite store. It wasn’t just me; even my roommates benefited. Every time he brought something to my dorm, he’d bring a portion for my roommates too, making sure everyone got a share while ensuring mine was always the best. If I posted on social media in the morning saying I wanted to go out, by afternoon he’d be dressed up ready to take me on a suburban outing. When I casually mentioned wanting to eat a strawberry cake, that evening I received a strawberry cake he’d bought. It had the logo of “South Family Rice Shop” on it. This shop was near my home. I looked at him in surprise: “When did you go buy this?” Mason looked a bit embarrassed, still catching his breath: “I went as soon as I saw your post. I was playing ball with my roommates in the afternoon and saw it a bit late. I almost didn’t make it in time.” This shop had always been popular. It had been there since I was little, but the owner was someone who really knew how to live. Every day, without fail, he’d close shop at 5 PM, regardless of whether there were still customers or not. The reason I knew this so well was because I’d passed by their shop countless times, but never bought anything. Their prices were about a third higher than other places. Even my mom only bought me one on my birthday each year. I couldn’t bring myself to buy one, but I always craved it. Every time Felix saw me looking, he’d pat my head and comfort me like a child: “Don’t look anymore, little one. Big bro Felix will buy you one next time.” But I waited year after year, and it never happened. Every time, he had an excuse. He’d spent all his allowance, or he didn’t have time to go buy it, and so on. Back then, I believed him. Now, looking at the small 6-inch strawberry cake in Mason’s hands, I suddenly felt my eyes getting warm. So, if someone really wanted to buy it, it only took two hours. So this is what it feels like to be cherished. I couldn’t help but cry. Mason immediately panicked, “Don’t cry! I really was playing ball and didn’t see your message, or I would have brought it earlier.” “When I got there, the owner was about to close. I had to beg him for a while before he agreed to make one for me.” “Claire, please don’t cry.” He looked so pitiful, seeming like he wanted to wipe my tears but didn’t dare. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His reaction made me laugh. I took the strawberry cake and asked him: “Mason, you really like me, don’t you?” “Of course!” He rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I wouldn’t spend two hours buying a cake for a girl I didn’t like.” Hearing this, I smiled slowly: “Then remember this. From today on, you have a girlfriend.” (3) Mason and I got together. The very night we started dating, he posted a photo of me on his social media with the caption: “Let me introduce you to my girlfriend.” I was planning to pretend I hadn’t seen it, but he had tagged me, so I had to reluctantly reply: “Hello.” Immediately after, I received a private message from him: “Ms. Bennett, I suggest you watch your words.” I pondered for a moment, then also posted a photo of him with the same caption: “Let me introduce you to my boyfriend.” Within seconds, Mason was grinning in my comment section. He said: “Hello, girlfriend.” I was a bit speechless: “How is this any different from what I said?” He replied: “Of course it’s different. The key is ‘girlfriend’.” I couldn’t help but smile, my eyes crinkling. My friends all sent me messages congratulating me. Suddenly, I received a friend request from Felix. After thinking for a moment, I figured since I had accepted Mason, there was no need to cut ties with Felix completely. After accepting his friend request, Felix sent me a message, “You’re dating?”

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