Liam’s voice was rough, his eyes on my rain-soaked clothes. “Damn, why are you always so… compliant?” I handed the bag to Liam, who was leaning against the doorframe. “The 0.01mm ones you wanted.” As he took it, he smirked, his fingers deliberately brushing mine. “She’s not here yet. Why don’t we use them first?” I froze, and he chuckled. “Just kidding. I’ve set you up with someone for next Wednesday. You’ve been with me for years; I don’t want to see you mistreated. You’ll go, right?” Liam’s tone was conversational, but there was an undertone of careless pressure in his eyes. He didn’t actually want to avoid “mistreating” me. He was clearly just worried about his first love, Chloe, finding out about us when she returned from abroad, so he wanted to get rid of me before then. My curled fingertips tightened sharply. I forced myself to look up, feigning composure. “Just send me the address, please.” He noticed the polite distance in my voice. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but only for a second. Rainwater dripped from my hair onto my collarbone, making me shiver from the cold. I stammered, “It’s getting late. I should go.” “Wait.” Liam walked into the living room and returned with a Burberry shawl. He wrapped me tightly in it, leaving only my slightly damp eyes visible. In my fluster, I looked up to thank him, only to meet his suddenly darkened gaze. His thumb was still resting on the shawl’s collar, not yet withdrawn. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he abruptly said, “Stay tonight?” I paused, then blurted out, “But isn’t someone else coming…” He cut me off before I could finish, pressing his knuckles against my head, his voice tinged with impatience. “You actually believed that?” “Do you really think I’m some kind of promiscuous jerk?” “All these years, who else has been in my life besides you?” Liam held me in bed, and as my consciousness blurred, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “This is our last time.” “Chloe is coming back.” “I don’t want her to suspect anything about us, so you’ll go to that social event, won’t you?” He finally spoke the truth. In a surge of anger, I bit down hard on his shoulder.

Liam’s stamina was simply astounding. The whole ‘men past their prime at 25’ thing? Total myth for him. It wasn’t until the morning mist peeking through the curtain gaps had turned pale that he finally ended our session and headed to the bathroom. As the sound of the shower started, I picked up my clothes from the floor and went to the guest bedroom. This had been our unspoken rule for five years. Liam was a light sleeper and didn’t like anyone beside him. So, no matter how exhausted or drained he left me, I always dragged myself to the guest room afterward, clinging to the last shred of my strength. The next day, I woke up well past nine. As I rushed downstairs after getting ready, I saw Liam returning from his workout. He wore a white tank top, his shoulder and back muscles sculpted and powerful. “Maria left breakfast for you.” I quickly waved my hand. “I’m going to be late for work, and I still need to catch the subway.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t I just drive you?” I was putting on my shoes by the entryway and instinctively blurted out, “No!” “My promotion results are coming out today. If my colleagues see me getting out of the CEO’s car, I’d never live it down, even if I had ten mouths.” Liam’s motion of twisting the cap off his water bottle paused. The air suddenly went silent for a moment. A beat later, he let out a soft laugh. “Fine, suit yourself.” Before I left, Liam called out to me and handed me a business card. “Your date for next week’s setup.” A buzzing sound filled my ears, dragging me back to reality. One night of intimacy had almost made me forget. Last night, the reason I’d agreed to bring him the condoms was to finally tell him I wanted to end our five-year, undefined relationship. Afraid he’d think I was still clinging on, I reached out and took the business card. The sharp edges of the plastic card dug painfully into the skin between my thumb and forefinger. My nose felt a little blocked, and I softly mumbled, “Okay.” “I’ll go.” Over the years, I always stayed at Liam’s house on weekends. Initially, I’d lugged in big bags filled with changes of clothes and countless bottles of skincare products. He found it bothersome, me moving things back and forth, so he eventually had someone build a vanity table specifically for my things. This day, as I was leaving, I took all those things with me. And the pink slippers I usually wore by the entryway, and the nightgown in the closet. As I did all of this, Liam quietly leaned against the doorframe, watching me, his eyes holding an emotion I couldn’t decipher. When I had finished packing and said goodbye, I told him, “From now on, we’re strictly professional.” Seeing through my concerns, Liam scoffed softly. “Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you.”

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My husband claimed to suffer from face blindness. It was his excuse for mistaking twenty different women for his wife. The first time, he held his intern’s face in the cubicle, locked in a scorching kiss. The second time, he and his assistant shared our marital bed, sleeping intimately side by side. The third time, he had his arms wrapped around the campus queen from the dance department, rolling around scandalously on the emerald green lawn… Each time, I showed him our marriage license. Each time, he collapsed at my feet, sobbing. “Anya, please don’t leave me. I truly thought they were you.” So I tried to make it easier for him. I wore the same style of clothes every day. I even let him draw a special heart on my cheek – a secret code, just for us. Everything changed when his ex-lover Blair Ashton returned to the country. She was the one woman who had always held a dark, dangerous sway over him. I watched him weave through the crowded airport, move with purpose, and pull her into a tight embrace, calling out her name with undeniable intimacy. “Blair, welcome home.” It hit me then. He didn’t have face blindness at all. He only went blind when he looked at me. In that moment, I slipped off my wedding ring, my heart finally, utterly dead.

My husband Julian Vance brought Blair back to our house. The moment he saw me, his face registered utter innocence. “Who are you? Why are you in my house?” “I’m warning you, don’t even think about messing with my wife and me. Get out, now.” At that point, I had no interest in even showing him our marriage certificate. I stared intently into his eyes, searching for a flicker of shame, a hint of guilt. All I found was cold disdain, outright scorn. In that instant, a hollow laugh bubbled up. How incredibly stupid and pathetic I must have been. He must have reveled in it, treating me like a fool for three years, probably laughing behind my back. Serves you right, you naive, love-struck idiot. You deserved to be fooled. I felt an irresistible urge to see if Julian had any conscience left. My voice was chilling as I unveiled our brutal past. “Julian, your face blindness is acting up again. You’ve brought the daughter of your enemy into our home.” “Six years ago, she teamed up with Liam Thompson, the heir of the Thompson family – the Vance Group’s bitter rivals. They framed the Vance family for smuggling, leading to the collapse of Vance Group and the tragic death of Mr. Vance, your father.” “Have you forgotten? When you confronted her, she had her bodyguards pin you down in the pouring rain, beating you mercilessly. They broke your leg and three ribs. That traumatic event was what triggered your face blindness.” That bloody truth had only happened six years ago. I refused to believe he could have forgotten. A flicker of emotion seemed to cross Julian’s face. Before he could speak, Blair cut in. “Honey, you just gave me all those hickeys on my neck. You even Snapped me, saying you’d only love me for this lifetime. Have you forgotten?” With that, she pulled open her collar, exposing a swath of red marks on her neck, staring at me with a triumphant, challenging smirk. Blair then looped her arm through Julian’s. “Honey, I love you. I swore to you, no matter what you do, I’ll be by your side, without an ounce of complaint or regret.” Julian’s face softened with affection. He pulled her into a tight embrace. “Good. This time, I’ll make sure you can never leave me.” Then, he shouted at me, his voice laced with fury. “Who the hell are you, you fraud? I might be face-blind, but I’m not stupid. I still remember my wife’s scent.” “Get out, now.” The bodyguards started to move towards me, ready to physically remove me. Blair smiled at me, a chilling, sinister smile. “Honey, we can’t just kick her out. What if she’s a trap set by an enemy to gather dirt on you?” “I think it’s best to lock her up and interrogate her thoroughly. Leave no loose ends.” Julian nodded. He turned to the bodyguards, his voice cold. “Take her to the basement. Use the tools. Don’t let her out until she confesses who’s behind this.”

The bodyguards hesitated, looking from me to Julian, then back to me. Finally, one couldn’t help but speak. “Mr. Vance, she’s truly Mrs. Vance, not a fraud.” Julian erupted in a furious rage. He kicked the bodyguard, sending him sprawling. “Idiot! You think I don’t recognize my own wife? Tell me, have you all been bought off by her?” At his words, the bodyguards dared not argue further. They dragged me towards the basement. With a loud thud, I was thrown onto the cold, concrete floor. The bodyguards looked at me with an air of regret. “Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance is having one of his episodes again. We have no choice but to offend you.” Then, one of them pulled out a whip from the basement wall and brought it down hard. A searing pain ripped through me. “Tell us, who sent you, you spy?” the bodyguards yelled, their voices intentionally loud. I noticed the hesitant movements of their whips, realizing they were holding back. As a bodyguard slowly raised the whip for a second strike, Blair appeared at the top of the stairs, arm-in-arm with Julian. “Are you all just standing around? Didn’t you eat anything?” At Blair’s displeased voice, Julian’s face also darkened with anger. “Beat her harder! Make her confess who’s behind this!” The bodyguards had no choice but to crack their whips, delivering several swift blows. My skin tore, blood spattering on the grimy concrete.

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In my past life, I was forced to watch my husband Derek Thorne and his entire family of seven swallow poison in a suicide pact. His company’s collapse, brought on by his gross mismanagement, was the final trigger. The shock was too much. I collapsed, losing consciousness. When I woke again, Derek and the six others had already been cremated. Before the grief could fully settle, loan sharks were already breaking down my door, demanding payment. That’s when it hit me: I was the sole survivor, and the debt was mine to bear. Ten years later, I made the final payment. I returned to my empty house only to find the Thorne family, all seven of them, alive and well inside. Derek tossed a single dollar bill at my feet. “Thank you,” he said, the words dripping with mock gratitude for clearing the mountain of debt they’d left behind. The sight of their smug, deceitful faces broke me. I choked, blood flooding my mouth, and collapsed. My world went black. My eyes flew open, and I was back. Back to the day Derek’s company fell.

Derek’s face, drenched in tears, appeared before me. Every word he spoke was drenched in tears, his voice cracking with emotion. “Celeste, I know I’ve failed you. It’s my fault. My nepotism, my terrible business decisions… they led to the company’s bankruptcy, and now we owe a fortune.” His hand trembled as he pulled out a small blue glass bottle, a crudely drawn skull and crossbones on its label, as if to ensure no one missed it was poison. “Celeste, I’m so sorry! We… we’ve truly reached a dead end. We can only atone for our sins by taking our own lives!” He looked at me deeply, a prolonged gaze. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he raised the bottle and gulped down its contents. “Celeste, please forgive me.” Derek coughed up blood, thrashing on the floor in agony, his eyes still fixed on mine… That agonizingly familiar scene jolted me awake. I had been reborn. Reborn to the day the nightmare began, ten years ago… In my past life, my husband had stubbornly insisted on his own way, filling the company with his cronies, and ultimately running it into the ground. I’d pleaded with him countless times, but our arguments only festered until our relationship turned completely toxic, leaving us as enemies. Out of sheer frustration, we stopped all contact. A year later, to my horror, Derek showed up at my door with his father, Mr. Thorne, his mother, Mrs. Thorne, his elder brother, Victor, his second brother, Paul… the entire family of seven. Derek was sobbing uncontrollably, filled with what seemed like deep regret. He drank the poison right in front of me, begging for my forgiveness even in his dying moments. Before I could even react, the whole family of seven simultaneously swallowed poison and died. It was an utterly gruesome scene. Watching my once-beloved husband die such a painful death right before my eyes, seeing all seven of them collapse, I was overcome with sorrow. I not only forgave Derek for all his mistakes but was consumed by unbearable grief and profound regret. Overwhelmed, I eventually fainted. When I finally woke up, I discovered something shocking. My elder sister-in-law, Scarlett, had already cremated all seven of them with shocking speed. Before I could even begin to process the immense grief, I was slapped with another terrifying reality – loan shark enforcers were practically breaking down the door. They stood there, menacing and formidable, blocking the entrance. It was then that I learned Derek owed a staggering one hundred million dollars. And I was the only surviving debtor in the entire family. Even though I fought it every step of the way, legally, I was on the hook for everything. It was either pay up or rot in jail. With no other choice, I sold off my villa and my company to pay down the debt. Even my parents’ company and house were liquidated. After that, I worked day and night, juggling three jobs, scrimping and saving every penny. It took me a full ten years to pay off the very last dollar. Just as my trembling hands paid off the very last penny, believing it was finally over… I suddenly realized that the very mansion I’d sold off was now home to a ‘happy’ family. My husband, under a new name, was embracing a new woman, with two adorable children doting at their feet. Mr. and Mrs. Thorne were beaming, looking years younger than me, clearly living a life of leisure and comfort. My heart instantly felt like it was being ripped apart, bleeding raw. I remembered my parents, who had died prematurely three years earlier, overworked and exhausted from helping me pay off the debts. I remembered myself – white-haired and haggard in my youth, worn out from a decade of ceaseless labor. Derek, with his gorgeous, fawning wife clinging to him, drove off in a luxury car. He rolled down the window, his gaze sweeping over me as if I were a pathetic fool. He tossed a single dollar bill at my feet. “This dollar is my thanks for all your hard work, paying off our family’s debts. Hahahahaha…” Seeing the despicable, triumphant smirk on their faces, I felt a thousand daggers pierce my soul. “Pfft!” I spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed into eternal darkness…

SMACK! A stinging slap across my face. Before I could even regain my balance, a shrill torrent of abuse assaulted my ears. “You wretched hag! After everything you and my brother went through as husband and wife, how could you just stand there and watch him die?!” My younger sister-in-law had slapped me. I snapped my eyes open. Her malicious face filled my vision. “You cold-hearted witch!” Tiffany’s voice was shrill and piercing. I looked up to see my elder sister-in-law, Scarlett, and Tiffany charging at me like two enraged she-wolves. Scarlett, heavily pregnant, her eyes spitting fire, pointed a finger at me and snarled, “It’s all because of you, you cold-blooded woman! You refused to help us with the debt, forcing our whole family to die! You’re an absolute demon!” Tiffany Thorne, decked out in flashy makeup, also glared at me furiously, her scarlet-painted fingernail practically touching my nose. “You, you’re so heartless! Even if you and my brother fought, after all you’ve been through as husband and wife, were you really going to watch them all die before you were satisfied?” Their accusations rained down on me like a storm, giving me no time to react. I narrowed my eyes, standing silent amidst their barrage of insults, feigning a terrified stupor. Inside, though, a cold, bitter laugh echoed. It was just like this in my previous life. Everything happened so suddenly, the bodies strewn across the floor had shocked me into a daze, leaving me utterly helpless. Just as I rushed forward to embrace Derek, my two ‘dear’ sisters-in-law suddenly burst onto the scene. These two had always resented me, constantly stirring up trouble, always finding fault where there was none. They had played a significant role in poisoning my relationship with Derek, pushing us to the point of not even speaking. Now, without a second thought, they were dumping all the blame and vitriol squarely on me. It was Derek’s own stubborn refusal to listen to advice, his own terrible business decisions, that led to the bankruptcy. But to anyone unaware, it would seem as if I had driven them to their deaths. What’s more, Derek and I had been separated for over a year. According to our prior agreement, our divorce would have been finalized very soon. In this second life, the truth finally dawned on me. Derek had planned all of this. He deliberately timed their fake deaths just before our divorce was finalized, so they could escape their debts. It was all to ensure I’d legally become the sole inheritor of their mountain of debt. The entire family had conspired, orchestrating this elaborate charade: first, the sudden, tearful ‘suicides’ to shock me into paralysis, then the two sisters-in-law launched their relentless assault, leaving me utterly speechless and unable to defend myself. Looking back, it was a meticulously planned trap, each step designed to leave me no room to breathe, no time to think, only to react.

Their insults and baseless accusations continued. Scarlett and Tiffany stood on either side of me, completely blocking my view. “Celeste Sterling, if it weren’t for how much my brother ‘loved’ you, I’d call the police right now and have you arrested!” “Celeste Sterling, you owe me my brother! You owe me my parents! May you rot in hell!” … At that moment, my parents arrived. Seeing the bodies sprawled out, the blood everywhere. My usually timid mother instantly collapsed onto the floor. My father staggered, his face ashen. My heart ached for them. My parents must have been terrified out of their minds. The Thornes’ scheme was truly wicked. Any decent person witnessing seven bodies sprawled out like this would be utterly traumatized. In my past life, my family was utterly disoriented, manipulated precisely as the Thornes intended. They had no idea they were slowly falling into a meticulously crafted trap. Thinking this, a subtle, almost imperceptible curve touched my lips. Even fate must have been disgusted by Derek’s depraved actions, granting me this second chance at life. If that’s the case, I absolutely cannot squander this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will meticulously erase every single stain of humiliation they inflicted upon me. My gaze pierced through Scarlett’s hair, seeing Derek lying on the floor in a comical, twisted posture, the red dye splattered from his mouth coated the floor, a gruesome, sickening sight.

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On my wedding night, my adopted brother Brandon, the man I’d secretly loved for ten years, plunged a knife into my father’s heart. “You pathetic bitch! If you hadn’t insisted on marrying me, your dad wouldn’t have forced Brittany into that arranged marriage!” “How could you be so cruel?!” I watched my father’s lifeless body, crumbling completely. That day, I renounced the world, seeking refuge in solitude, leaving everything behind. Years later, I was kidnapped, bombs strapped all around me. As everyone else stood frozen in fear, it was Brandon who threw himself in front of me, shielding me with his own body. Just before he died, he grit his teeth, his voice a ragged whisper. “I’m sorry for how I treated you in this life.” “But in our next life, don’t stand between me and Brittany again!” Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the day my father intended to marry me off to Brandon. This time, I chose to grant them their wish. “Dad, let me be the one for the arranged marriage.”

My father stared at me, completely stunned. “What did you say?” “Celeste, are you sure? You’ve been trailing after Brandon since you were kids, always declaring you would marry him one day.” The bloody scene from my past life flashed through my mind. I forced a bitter smile. “Not anymore. I’m tired of it.” Seeing my insistence, my father sighed. “Alright, if your mind is made up. The marriage alliance would be with Julian Hayes of the Hayes Group. The family for the alliance is the Hayes Group. Julian Hayes. His family and reputation are beyond reproach. I had initially considered Brittany as the match…” He paused, then continued, “Since you’re willing, I’ll arrange a meeting for you two.” “Okay.” As long as it wasn’t Brandon, marrying anyone else made no difference to me. I turned to leave, and just as I pulled open the study door, I walked straight into Brandon and Brittany. The sight of his face made my stomach churn. My father’s body, sprawled in a pool of blood from my past life, instantly overwhelmed my senses. Brandon, seeing me, his brow twisted into a tight, angry knot. “Celeste, have you been bothering father again? Is this about your ridiculous obsession with marrying me? His voice was laced with ice, every word dripping with impatience. “Let me tell you, forget about it. I will only ever marry Brittany!” I froze. This never happened in my past life, did it? Had he been reborn too? The thought flashed through my mind, but I couldn’t be bothered to dig deeper. I gave him a cold glance. “You’re overthinking. I have no interest in you. I just told Dad I want the arranged marriage.” The words had barely left my lips when Brandon visibly stiffened, a flicker of shock and panic crossing his face. But the next second, it morphed into raw mockery. “Celeste, stop playing your manipulative games!” “Do you honestly think I’ll fall for your lies again?” Before he could finish, Brittany’s eyes reddened. With a soft thump, she knelt directly in front of me. “Celeste, I know you hate me… but Brandon and I truly love each other. Please, I beg you, let us be together!” Brandon’s face was filled with anguish. He pulled Brittany into his arms, glaring at me. “Why are you begging her?! Someone like her isn’t worthy!” He clutched Brittany close, gritting his teeth. “I’m going to talk to Dad right now! Even if I get kicked out of the Hayes family, I’ll still be with you!” With that, he turned and stormed into the study. My heart felt utterly dead. Always like this. In my past life, he stabbed my father in the heart, all for this woman. How far would he go for her? How could his heart be so cold? As soon as Brandon entered the study, Brittany’s tears vanished. She scrambled to her feet, a triumphant, cold smirk on her face. “Celeste, how does it feel to be publicly humiliated?” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “If you hadn’t constantly hounded Brandon in our previous life, Brandon and I wouldn’t have ended up in such a mess, would we?” So, it was true. They both remembered. I tugged at the corner of my mouth, a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Don’t worry. In this life, I wouldn’t be caught dead with him.” She scoffed as if I’d told the funniest joke. “Who are you trying to fool? Celeste, I know exactly how cheap your love is!” “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have no chance at all. I want Brandon to hate you to his very bones!” My brow twitched. I was about to speak, but she suddenly pulled a necklace from her neckline and dangled it in front of me. In an instant, my blood ran cold. That was the only keepsake my mother had left me! “How do you have that?!” My voice trembled as I glared at her. “Give it back to me!” Brittany’s smile widened, more triumphant than ever. She walked to the window, raised her hand, and with a flick of her wrist! The necklace, holding all my cherished memories of my mother, disappeared into the lake outside the window! The last thread of sanity in my mind snapped. I lunged at her like a madwoman, grabbing her by the collar. I slapped her across the face with all my strength, my voice hoarse. “Brittany, who gave you the guts?!” I had barely finished shouting when a voice, chilling to the bone, spoke from behind me. “Celeste!” “I knew it! The moment I’m not here, you start bullying Brittany!”

The next second, a figure burst through the study door. Brandon, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like my bones would shatter. “Celeste! What has Brittany ever done to you? Why do you torment her like this?” “How can your heart be so vicious?!” Before I could even open my mouth, a flash of white, then a sharp, stinging slap across my face. SMACK! The crisp sound echoed through the hallway. My head snapped to the side, my cheek instantly throbbing with a fiery pain, and the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. A flicker of triumph crossed Brittany’s eyes, quickly replaced by the look of a frightened little lamb. She leaned bonelessly into Brandon’s arms, her voice trembling. “Brandon… it’s all my fault, please don’t blame Sister, I was wrong…” I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using every ounce of strength just to keep from collapsing. I raised my head, forcing each word through gritted teeth. “She threw my mother’s necklace into the lake! Don’t you know how important that necklace is to me? What’s wrong with me hitting her once?” At my words, Brandon’s grip on my hand noticeably loosened for a moment. He looked down at Brittany, who was crying dramatically, tears streaming down her face. Brittany’s reaction was incredibly quick. Her eyes instantly turned crimson, and large tears began to fall. “Brandon, I truly didn’t mean to… I just wanted to look at it, and in my haste… I just couldn’t hold on…” “It’s all my fault, I’ll go to the lake and get it right away!” As she spoke, her body went limp, and she made to break free from Brandon’s embrace, as if to jump into the lake from the window. Any hesitation in Brandon’s eyes was instantly replaced by anguish. “Stop it!” He scooped Brittany back into his arms, holding her tightly. When he looked at me again, there was only complete impatience left. “Brittany already said it was an accident! Do you really have to be so relentless? She’s about to jump in, what more do you want?” He paused, his tone filled with disdain and irritation. “Besides, it’s just a necklace! Your mom is dead, why keep holding onto things from the dead? It’s morbid!” “Things from the dead.” Those words were like a poisoned dagger, plunging deep into my heart. My mind went blank. When he was brought into the Hayes family, he was scrawny and ran a high fever at night. My mother held him, staying up night after night, gently wiping his body with warm water over and over, feeding him spoonfuls of porridge. And now, he could say such a thing! Brandon seemed to realize he’d spoken out of turn. His face stiffened, his tone softening slightly, but he still stubbornly retorted. “Why didn’t you put the necklace away properly? Losing it is your own fault. This has nothing to do with Brittany, you’re not allowed to snap at her again!” I couldn’t control myself anymore. The hatred, the injustice from both past and present lives, coalesced into a towering inferno of rage, burning away my last shred of reason. I swiftly raised my hand, and with all my might, I slapped him hard across the face. SMACK! This slap was louder, harsher than the one he’d given me. Brandon staggered, a clear five-finger mark rapidly appearing on his face. He stared at me in utter disbelief, completely stunned. The entire hallway was deathly silent. I slowly lowered my trembling hand, my chest heaving violently, but my voice was cold as ice. “Brandon, in this life, you and I are completely over. Done for good!”

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After giving birth, my husband sent me to his ex-girlfriend’s postpartum recovery center. For an entire month, no one visited me. The caregivers there abused me, both physically and verbally. Meanwhile, my husband and his ex-girlfriend hosted a lavish welcome party for my son. On TV, in a grand banquet hall, they held my baby, looking like a happy family. My husband turned to his ex and said: “Thank you,honey” I choked back my tears, pulled out my phone, and called my brother, who had just returned to the country. **Chapter 1** I was at home, enjoying a bowl of hot chicken soup, when Ryan and Scarlett burst through the door with a group of people. Ryan’s face was contorted with fury. He immediately snapped at me, “Aubrey, where have you been running off to? Do you have any idea how frantic Scarlett was when she found out you’d disappeared from the recovery center? And you’re here, casually sipping chicken soup!” Scarlett, her eyes welling up with tears, said softly, “Ryan, don’t blame Aubrey. Maybe she just missed home and left without a word.” At her words, Ryan’s anger flared even more. “Scarlett was kind enough to let you stay at her recovery center, arranged for the best caregivers to look after you, and made sure you had the most nutritious meals. How can you be so ungrateful? Aubrey, you’re becoming absolutely impossible! Apologize to Scarlett right now!” I let out a cold, bitter laugh. This was the man I once loved. For the sake of his idealized ex, he had sent me to an unlicensed, shady postpartum recovery center. The “best nutritious meals” he spoke of were cold, leftover food. A thick layer of congealed fat sat on top of the “recovery chicken soup,” and at the bottom, I found a gnawed chicken bone! The “best caregivers” he mentioned gave me cold water, took my phone, restricted my freedom, and subjected me to constant verbal and physical abuse. The more I replayed those memories, the stronger the hatred burned within me. But now wasn’t the time to deal with them. I finished my chicken soup and gently set down the bowl. “Where is my baby?” Ryan impatiently paced around, then launched into another tirade. “Who are you putting that sour face on for? “Didn’t I explain it all? Scarlett lost her baby, and she just wanted to hold ours for a while. She’s been through so much; what’s the big deal if you let her have the baby? We can always have another one later!” I scoffed. He said it so easily, talking about the baby I’d nearly died giving birth to as if he could just give him away. I remembered when Ryan was first pursuing me, he swore he would always be good to me. My parents initially didn’t approve of him and strongly objected to our relationship. But he knelt before them, swearing he would marry no one but me. That’s when my parents reluctantly agreed. But I never expected that the moment his former “white moonlight,” Scarlett, returned to town, his attitude would completely shift. I thought back to the day I went into labor. I couldn’t get ahold of him no matter how many times I called. I had a difficult labor, and the hospital needed a family member’s signature. Unable to reach him, I shakily signed the critical condition notice myself. What was he doing then? He’d said, “Scarlett’s baby fell down the stairs and is in critical condition. Can you please stop being dramatic?” Before I could even respond, he roughly hung up. When I tried to call back, his phone was off. When I woke up, I found myself in a postpartum recovery center I’d never heard of, and the baby I’d given birth to after such a difficult labor was gone! My phone was missing, and I couldn’t contact anyone. Desperate to find my baby, I tried to escape, but the center’s caregivers grabbed my arms, dragged me back to the room, tied me down, and forced me to eat their disgusting leftovers. I was on the verge of a complete breakdown, almost losing my mind, when I saw the news report of Ryan hosting a baby’s welcome party on TV. The news showed him with his arm around Scarlett, who was holding my baby. His mom, Mrs. Sterling, personally placed a family heirloom bracelet on Scarlett’s wrist, beaming, “Scarlett gave birth to a healthy baby boy; she’s a true blessing to our Sterling family!” A happy family of four, smiling perfectly for the media. And I was tied up like a dead dog in a dark, forgotten recovery center! **Chapter 2** My hands, resting on my lap, clenched into fists. I looked directly at Ryan. “Give me back my baby, or I’ll call the police. You illegally confined me in an unlicensed recovery center just to steal my child!” Ryan’s face instantly paled. Scarlett burst into tears. “I’m a mother too; I know the hardships of childbirth. That’s why I suggested to Ryan that you come to my recovery center. I never thought you’d see me this way, Aubrey. “I never intended to steal your baby; I just wanted to hold him… Besides, you couldn’t attend the welcome party while recovering, so I just went to watch the baby for you. I never thought you’d misunderstand.” Scarlett cried, her voice full of feigned innocence, as if she were the victim. Ryan looked at her with pity, patting her back to comfort her. “You meant well, Scarlett; it’s not your fault.” Then he turned to me, annoyed. “Aubrey, don’t push your luck. Apologize to Scarlett! And go back to the recovery center, or you’ll never see the baby again!” With that, he didn’t wait for my reaction. He motioned to the caregivers behind him, ordering them to forcibly take me away. As the caregivers roughly grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, my brother, Asher, walked in through the door. His gaze was steely, his face grim, and behind him followed several towering bodyguards. “What do you think you’re doing to Aubrey?” The bodyguards stepped forward, seized the caregivers, and delivered several sharp slaps. In moments, their faces were already swollen. These were the same caregivers who had abused me. At the time, I didn’t know the recovery center belonged to Scarlett. Treated like that, I thought I was in a mental institution. I begged them to let me contact Ryan. But they just laughed, “Your husband and Ms. Hayes are the ones who put you in here. You think your husband will take you out?” My heart pounded, and the incision from my C-section throbbed. Guessing that they were intentionally sent by Ryan and Scarlett to torment me, I sternly questioned, “You’re assaulting a patient; that’s illegal. Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Their tone was contemptuous. “Our recovery center has been open for so long, and we’ve had countless new mothers. No one has ever successfully reported us. Who do you think you are?” “Just stay put, and we’ll take good care of you!” They didn’t want to waste any more words with me. Their faces were twisted, their nails dirty and dark, as they forcefully pressed down on my abdominal incision. I screamed in excruciating pain, and blood slowly seeped from the wound. And at that very moment, my husband was publicly flaunting his affection with his “white moonlight.” … Ryan stared at my brother, trying to compose himself. His face shifted through a spectrum of emotions as he cautiously spoke, “Aubrey might be suffering from postpartum depression. I just had someone take her back for recovery.” “And how would I not know Aubrey has postpartum depression? Is my Reed Corporation’s medical team somehow inferior to your recovery center?” Asher scoffed. Ryan’s face finally dropped. He abruptly turned to me, his voice dry. “Aubrey, Asher, the CEO of Reed Corp, is your brother? Why didn’t you tell me?” I let out a cold laugh. “Asher is busy with work; he couldn’t make it to our wedding. I was planning to have both our families gather for a meal after the baby was born. Who knew you’d send me to that hellhole instead?” Back then, my parents had reluctantly agreed to my relationship with Ryan but wanted to “vet” him further. They’d told me not to reveal our family’s background to Ryan, which is why he didn’t know I was Asher’s sister, the CEO of Reed Corporation. This year, my grandpa fell ill, and my parents went abroad with him for recovery, while Asher was busy with our international businesses. That’s why, when I had complications during labor, I could only reach out to Ryan. **Chapter 3** Ryan looked on the verge of collapse. I knew that just a while ago, his company had been practically begging and pleading, wining and dining my brother’s company’s business development manager, all to secure a project collaboration with Reed Corp. Asher draped a jacket over my shoulders, then turned to Ryan, a chilling smile playing on his lips. “I was actually thinking of taking my sister’s advice and giving you the project, cooperating with your company seemed acceptable. But I never imagined you’d treat my sister like this.” Asher’s words were, of course, a lie. I just wanted Ryan to taste the hope of success before it was snatched away. A flicker of surprise flashed in Ryan’s eyes, but he quickly tried to maintain his composure. He grabbed my hand, a hint of reproach in his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me about something so important earlier? “I sent you to that recovery center for your own good, but if you didn’t like it, then forget about it.” Every single word was designed to shift blame, never once acknowledging the hell I’d been through at that center. Asher saw this and suppressed his anger, scoffing. “Aubrey suffered there, but I’m not a difficult person. We’ll just follow the law. We’ll call the police and make sure the person in charge of that recovery center and those who abused my sister go to jail, so they can’t harm anyone else.” At that, Scarlett finally panicked. She clutched Ryan’s sleeve, sobbing, “Ryan, I didn’t know they would treat Aubrey like that. I only wanted Aubrey to get the best care. I truly didn’t know… “Aubrey, please, just blame me. Ryan truly didn’t know anything.” She cried so piteously, presenting herself as the ultimate victim. Scarlett was Ryan’s childhood neighbor, his secret crush, the “white moonlight” he’d never truly had. Years ago, she had flirted with Ryan but refused to commit, turning around to marry a wealthy socialite. Who knew that socialite’s family would quickly go bankrupt? She divorced, returning with her child. From then on, Ryan started spending nights away from home. All it took was a little tearful act from her, a whisper that her child was sick and she didn’t know what to do. Ryan would leave my side without a second thought, rushing to her. Meanwhile, I was heavily pregnant, going to my prenatal check-ups alone. When I had a fever, I could only call a ride-share for myself. I had insisted on being with Ryan, and now I had to swallow the bitter consequences myself. I didn’t want my parents to worry, so whenever they called, I always said I was fine. I never expected that this would only embolden Ryan and Scarlett. I scoffed. “Just saying ‘I didn’t know’ doesn’t absolve you of everything. If apologies fixed everything, what would we need the police for?” The atmosphere instantly froze. Asher helped me sit at the table and drink some tea, watching their faces shift nervously. Asher said, “You two should leave. You’re not welcome here. “And Ryan, you can forget about that project.” The next second, Ryan suddenly slapped Scarlett across the face, roaring, “Who told you to treat my wife like that?” Scarlett clutched her red, swollen cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief. I clicked my tongue in wonder. Ryan was a ruthless man; for his own gain, he could even lay a hand on the “white moonlight” he’d always treasured. I remembered how, back then, Scarlett had falsely accused me of burning her finger. Ryan had frantically pushed me away, causing me to hit my forehead. He then forced me to apologize and didn’t come home for days, saying he would only forgive me once I truly admitted my mistake. At that time, I wanted to divorce him. But while getting my wound bandaged at the hospital, I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant. Upon learning of my pregnancy, Ryan was overjoyed and reverted to his old, caring self. I thought he had changed his heart, that the responsibility of a new life had matured him. Later, I learned that Scarlett had damaged her uterus during her daughter’s birth and had to have it removed, making her unable to conceive again. And the baby in my belly was confirmed to be a boy… Ryan had his back to me, so I couldn’t see his expression. Scarlett whimpered, then knelt before me. “I’m so sorry, Aubrey.” Ryan also looked full of remorse. “Aubrey, Scarlett didn’t mean it. We grew up together, so I usually look out for her a little more.” I remained unmoved. I knew full well about Ryan’s lingering feelings for his former “white moonlight.” I just asked him coldly, “Where’s the baby?” Ryan quickly said, “The baby is at our place, perfectly fine.”

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Sixteen, that’s how old I was when I unexpectedly saved Julian. To repay me for saving his life, he spent the night making sure my gambling stepfather, the one who’d broken my legs, landed in prison. Afterward, still bruised, he gently ruffled my hair, a small smile on his face. “Skylar, with me around, no one will ever dare to bully you again.” He kept that promise, protecting me year after year. Because I once said I loved classical music, he pushed himself to become the most renowned pianist in the country. Until five years later, at our engagement party, he was kidnapped. I threw myself to protect him, hitting my head on a stone pillar. The severe trauma slowly stole my mind, leaving me increasingly confused and child-like. From that day on, Julian never touched a piano again. He stayed by my side, caring for me day and night. This went on for three whole years. The once-celebrated genius pianist, a household name, faded into obscurity. On his thirtieth birthday, I’d prepared a house full of surprises just for him. But my memory was so bad. I not only got lost trying to find him, I almost got into a car accident. When the driver called Julian, I could hear a girl’s soft gasps coming from the other end. I didn’t understand why the driver’s face turned crimson, only that Julian was furious. So I asked him. “Julian, what kind of birthday gift do I need to give you to make you not angry?” Julian’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “Then go die.”

He said it so seriously, I didn’t react right away. The driver muttered a few more warnings. Half an hour later, I saw Julian’s custom luxury car parked by the roadside. His white suit was a mess, and one of his socks was even on inside out. The driver stood with his hands on his hips, his grating voice like a skipping record from an old-timey musical. It was kind of scary. “What kind of guardian are you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a dummy in a wheelchair, who can’t even tell north from south, to be wandering around in the street?” “Good thing no one died, just a minor scrape. If she tried to pull a fake accident on my watch, I’d make sure you both ended up in jail!” The driver spit on the ground near Julian’s feet. “Damn unlucky, running into a dummy like this…” Julian bent down, expertly offering a card as an apology. Five minutes later, the driver grumbled and drove off. I knew. I had messed up again. Julian turned to look at me, his eyes, usually so gentle and calm, now seething with rage. “Skylar, how many times has it been this month? You’re either lost or on your way to getting lost.” “Didn’t I tell you to stay home? Why don’t you listen? Do I need to chain you up to make you obey? Do you have any idea how much trouble you cause me?!” His hand tightened on my shoulder, little by little. It landed right on the fresh scrape from the accident, sending excruciating pain through me. I had never seen Julian so angry. Confused, I held out the crooked cake I had made, stammering my explanation. “I’m sorry, Julian. I just wanted to bring you a birthday cake.” “I waited for you all day at home, but you didn’t come, and my calls went unanswered.” His face grew even darker. He swatted the cake out of my hand. “Eat, eat, eat! What else do you do all day besides eating and drinking?” “Skylar, I’m human too. I have my own life. I don’t have time to play house with you!” I watched the cake splattered on the ground like mud, my eyes welling up with tears without me even realizing it. I had spent so long learning how to make it, pestering our neighbor Martha. Martha hadn’t wanted to teach me at first. She’d joked, saying a little dummy like me shouldn’t even bother. It was only after I’d begged her for three days and three nights that she finally caved. Julian’s voice was hoarse with anger, and his grip on my shoulder tightened even more. “Enough, Skylar!” “How much more trouble are you going to cause me?!” My whole body trembled, tears streaming down my face, unbidden. “Julian, it hurts…” Julian suddenly let go. A vein throbbed on his forehead. The next second, he’d pulled me from my wheelchair and dragged me into the passenger seat. He took me to the hospital for more thorough checks. In the office next door. Julian, holding my medical report, repeated the same question for the third time. “Doctor, is her condition really incurable?” “I can pay. Any amount. The hospital needs funding, right? I can provide it, as long as you can cure her.” The doctor just shook his head, helpless. “Mr. Julian, you’ve asked this many times. The world’s leading experts have all been unable to do anything. I also…” The light in Julian’s eyes died.

Julian punched the wall. His knuckles scraped raw. People bustled past. The young nurse bandaging my hand knew me from three years ago. She openly gossiped with her colleagues. “How is this dummy hurt again? How many times has she been here now? Once a week, she’s more diligent than I am clocking in for work.” “Her caretaker must be so pathetic. Stuck with an incurable dummy like her, he’ll probably be dragging this dead weight around for the rest of his life.” “If you ask me, she’d be better off just dying early. Save everyone the trouble…” So, everyone thought I was a burden. What about Julian…? Did he also think I was a huge problem? I desperately shook my head, waving my hands, trying to fool myself. “No, I’m not a burden.” “Julian said I wasn’t…” I wanted to find Julian and ask him, but I forgot that I’d been paralyzed ten years ago. The medicine vials on the table clattered to the floor. Julian appeared in the room, I don’t know when. “Skylar, what are you doing?” Julian’s face was cold as he helped me up from the floor. The shattered glass from the medicine vials had pierced my palm. Julian’s lips were bloodless from biting them. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bloodshot. “Skylar, I was only gone for ten minutes. Why did you hurt yourself again?” “I’m not your slave! I can’t watch you every second!” His voice grew louder, almost a scream. “Why can’t you just take care of yourself? Is your brain messed up *and* your eyes blind? Can’t you see those big glass vials? Did you have to bump into them?!” “When will you stop making me worry?” He slumped, punching his thigh, tears gathering in his eyes. “Skylar, is this my punishment for you saving my life? Why me? Why always me?…” I wanted to comfort him, reaching out to touch his head. His hair, slick with gel, felt stiff and prickly under my touch. “I’m sorry, Julian. I’m just too clumsy.” “I’ll… I’ll be good from now on.” “Don’t cry. Your eyes will hurt if you cry too much. I’ll listen to you from now on…” I wanted to lift my hand to smooth the worried lines from his forehead. But he dodged my touch. A new nurse came in and re-bandaged my wound. Julian went out to take a call. It was from Isabelle. The girl who grew up with Julian, who was on his phone wallpaper, the one people often mentioned. I didn’t know what they talked about. I only knew that on the way home, Julian drove incredibly fast. The tires shrieked against the pavement. The buildings outside blurred past. Just as the speedometer was redlining, I heard Julian call my name. “Skylar, I’m so tired.” “Let’s just die together, okay?” His voice was flat, but held a rare seriousness and determination. I didn’t understand what he meant by “die.” But I knew Julian was so good to me, and I was willing to “die” with him. So I stared into his eyes and answered, just as seriously as him. “Okay.” Julian clearly froze for a second. Just as the car was about to hit the guardrail and plunge into the river, he violently swerved the steering wheel, slamming on the brakes. We both slammed our foreheads into the dash. After a long moment, he lit a cigarette, his body slumped against the seat, but his fist pounded the dashboard. “Skylar, what am I going to do with you? My debt to you was almost repaid. Why did you have to save me again?…” “Why do you always make me owe you? Why is it always like this?” The corners of his eyes were rimmed with an unhealthy red. I clutched the hem of my shirt, at a loss. Like usual, I reached out with my other hand to pull on his fingers. Only this time, what met my touch wasn’t his comforting squeeze, but a men’s ring on his right middle finger. I remembered, Isabelle had one just like it. “Julian, I’m sorry. I won’t run off again.” I didn’t want him to be angry. So I asked again. “Julian, what do you want for your birthday this year?” Martha said wishes made on birthdays always come true. I had collected a house full of birthday presents for him. Surely one of them would make him happy. I wanted Julian to be happy. Julian sharply inhaled, not even glancing up. He put out the cigarette. Repeating the words he’d said two and a half hours ago. “Then go die.”

Before I could ask further, a video call came in. It was Julian’s friends. Behind them was a hotel lobby, confetti scattered all over the floor. “Julian, today’s your engagement party with Ms. Isabelle. Are you really going to ditch her like this? Aren’t you afraid she’ll be mad?” “Do you really want to drag this dummy around forever? Is her family dead or something? Why does she cling to you?” “Honestly, just send her to a psych ward and be done with it. Stop letting her cause you trouble everywhere…” Julian turned off the speakerphone, but their words still drifted straight into my ears. Old memories suddenly became painfully clear. The moldy, damp basement, my drunken, gambling stepfather. I tried to find some happy moments in them. But there were none. Ever since I could remember, the man who called himself my father had only ever beaten and cursed me. The only salvation in my dark world was probably Julian. He always said he owed me a debt of gratitude he had to repay. But actually, I was the one who owed him. If he hadn’t burst into my bleak life like a beam of light that afternoon. I probably would have died under my stepfather’s knife long ago. I didn’t really understand what “death” meant. But if my death could make Julian smile again. Then… I was willing. “Julian, don’t worry. I won’t be a burden to you. Your birthday wish will come true very soon.” Julian hung up the phone. I didn’t hear what he said after that, only that he visibly let out a sigh of relief. Julian locked me in the house and left again. I frantically searched through all the information I could find. Finally, I understood what death was. The internet said that death was leaving this world for another. I didn’t want Julian to die with me. Because that would mean he also had to leave this world. He must not want to leave his friends and family, not want to leave this world. So I would leave alone. But I was still so sad. That way, I wouldn’t be able to see Julian anymore. So I still picked the lock and slipped out. I wanted to see Julian one last time. To tell him not to be sad anymore, that I had a house full of birthday presents for him. And that I was leaving soon. But before I could even leave the complex, Isabelle’s car blocked my way. She kicked over my wheelchair, then stepped on my hand, grinding it against the ground. “Skylar, how can you still live here so shamelessly, staying by Julian’s side?” “If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t be living in constant guilt, taking antidepressants every day. You’re nothing but a leech, just like your gambling stepfather. You have dirty blood.” She gripped my jaw so tight, the ring identical to Julian’s dug painfully into my chin. “Do you know why he stopped playing the piano? It’s because of you! Because every time he stepped onto that stage, he’d remember that he was the one who hurt you so badly. He feels he doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve such a good life. If it weren’t for taking care of you, he would have been a world-renowned pianist long ago!” “As long as you’re alive in this world, he’ll suffer for another day.” I didn’t understand what she meant by “depression.” I only knew Julian was sick. I didn’t want Julian to be sick, didn’t want him to suffer. I wanted to tell Isabelle that I would die soon, and then Julian wouldn’t suffer anymore. But what came out was. “Julian, don’t be sick. Be well. Live a long and happy life.” Isabelle’s face flushed red, and she suddenly screamed at me. “Skylar, your act might fool Julian, but it doesn’t fool me!” “If you want him to live a long life, then just die! Only when you’re dead will you stop affecting him, stop being a burden!” “Slit your wrists, drown, car crash, hang yourself… there are so many ways to die! Why don’t you just die?!” My face was scraped raw against the ground. The protective charm Julian had given me was being trampled under her foot. He had climbed nine hundred ninety-nine steps to get it for me three years ago. I had treasured it ever since. So I pushed her with all my might, trying to get the charm back. “This is Julian’s… Don’t step on it.” “Don’t.” Isabelle was shoved by me, falling backward, straight into Julian’s arms. Julian’s face was cold as he shielded Isabelle in his embrace. The next second, I was thrown to the ground, my tailbone screaming in agonizing pain.

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The day I won a BMW in a lottery, I, Laurel Pierce, suddenly received a call from myself ten years in the future. “Marshall will definitely ask to borrow your car later. Don’t agree! He’ll use your car to pay off gambling debts!” I didn’t doubt it for a second and decisively refused my brother Marshall Pierce when he asked to borrow my car. That night, he had to drive the old car to visit our parents, Arthur Pierce and Claire Pierce. On the way, the vehicle lost control, and he was severely injured on the spot, eventually ending up in a vegetative state. I blamed myself to the point of fainting; it was Arthur and Claire’s constant care day and night that helped me pull through. But my future self sneered, “They’re doing all this just to trick you onto the operating table and give your heart to Marshall.” When I actually found the donation report in their bag, I angrily blocked them and kicked them out of the house. It wasn’t until later, when I received the news of Marshall’s death due to blood loss, that I realized they only wanted my blood to save his life. I immediately dialed Arthur’s number, wanting to apologize, wanting to explain everything. My future self said again, “They hate you to death because of Marshall’s death and want you dead. If you go, they’ll just drag you into a suicide together.” I stopped in my tracks, thinking I’d wait for them to calm down and talk properly again. In the end, I received the news that intruders broke into the house and killed them! I wanted to rush to see them one last time but was hit by a truck and killed. Until my death, I couldn’t understand why the me from ten years later would deliberately want to kill me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I won the prize. ***** “Laurel, listen to me. Marshall will definitely ask to borrow your car later, but you absolutely can’t lend it to him. He just wants to use it to pay off his debt.” A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I jolted suddenly, dropping my phone to the ground. “Ms. Pierce, congratulations on winning a BMW sedan!” The staff member handed over the car keys with a smile. Looking at the car keys, I finally confirmed that I had been reborn to the day I first received a call from my future self. On the phone, my future self from ten years later warned me not to agree to Marshall’s request to borrow the car. At first, I didn’t believe it. Seeing the identical phone number, I thought it was someone’s prank. But when she revealed a secret I had never told anyone, I had to believe she was my future self from ten years later. She swore to me that after borrowing my BMW, Marshall would immediately use it to pay off his debts. So when Marshall called to borrow the car, I firmly refused. The result was that, that evening, when Marshall went home to visit Arthur and Claire, he suddenly had a car accident and became a vegetative state. The subsequent report revealed that his car malfunctioned due to aging. If he had been driving a new car, the accident could have been avoided! It was because I refused to lend the car that Marshall had the accident. I cried until I passed out, blaming myself for not giving him the car, which caused his accident. It was Arthur and Claire’s constant care day and night that helped me regain my strength. After my mood gradually improved, the mocking voice of my future self came through the phone again. “They’re all pretending! At the time, I also thought they genuinely cared about me, so I let my guard down and drank the water with sedatives. “When I woke up, I was already tied to the operating table, about to be forced to give my heart to Marshall.” Following the guidance of my future self, I found the donation report in their bag. I angrily kicked Arthur and Claire out of the house, ignoring their knocking on the door all night. It wasn’t until I later received the news that Marshall died from insufficient blood supply that I realized all they wanted was my blood. I was overwhelmed with guilt and wanted to apologize to Arthur and Claire and tell them the truth. At this moment, my future self called again. “This time, you must listen to me. Mom and Dad hate you to the extreme because of Marshall’s death, and they don’t want to live anymore. If you go now, they won’t listen to anything and will only drag you into suicide with them.” So, I gave up on the decision to apologize and decided to wait until they calmed down to have a proper talk with them. That night, a thief broke into my house and killed the devastated Arthur and Claire. My mind was in chaos, and I wanted to rush back to see them one last time, but I was hit by a truck and killed on the way. Before I died, my future self called again, and I heard a cold laugh coming from the phone. This time, with my rebirth, I will take control of my destiny and never repeat the tragedy of my past life. Regaining my composure, I directly ignored my future self’s warning and sent Marshall a text message. [Marshall, I won a BMW in a lottery. You’ve always loved cars, want to try it out for a few days?]

Marshall rushed over as soon as he heard about my lottery win. He stared intently at the car I had just picked up. “Congratulations, Laurel.” “Marshall, you’re here? Come on, give it a try!” I nudged his shoulder and shoved him into the car. Marshall sat in the driver’s seat, and as soon as his hand touched the steering wheel, his eyes lit up instantly. He kept muttering, “What a car, truly a great car.” Seeing how much he loved it, I recalled the tragic car accident he had in the previous life and handed him the car keys directly. “Laurel, what are you doing?” he asked, a bit surprised. I smiled and said, “Take it and drive. You’ve been using that old car for over ten years; it’s time for a change.” Marshall looked a bit embarrassed, but his hands kept moving on the steering wheel. He said, “This is your prize; it doesn’t feel right for me to drive it.” I said, “It’s fine, we’re family, why be so formal?” “Besides, a good car should be driven by someone who knows cars, right?” He finally took the keys. “Alright then.” Watching him drive away in the new car, I felt a sense of relief. I had made a different choice from my previous life, so this time, things shouldn’t go wrong. But before I could feel happy, I received a call from the hospital that very night. The doctor said, “Is this Ms. Pierce? Your brother just had a car accident. Please come to the hospital.” “Accident?” I was in disbelief. “How is that possible? He just got a new car today.” The doctor continued, “His condition is critical right now. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible.” When I arrived at the hospital, I was confused. I couldn’t understand why Marshall still had an accident. I had already stopped him from driving that old car, so why did this still happen? “What happened to him?” I asked anxiously. Marshall’s wife, Irene Foster, who arrived first, was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. Hearing my voice, she lost control and rushed at me, grabbing my neck and screaming, “You jinx!” “If Marshall hadn’t crawled up with half his life left and been found by a passerby, my child would have lost his dad right after being born!” “Family members, please calm down!” The medical staff hurriedly separated us. A doctor explained the situation to me, “Marshall drove off the cliff while on a mountain road. When the ambulance arrived, they only found a few scattered fragments. The car must have already fallen.” “He was covered in blood and his face was unrecognizable; we only managed to identify him through the ID card found nearby.” “But his car was brand new, there shouldn’t have been any issues!” I said, puzzled. Irene glared at me with red eyes. “You know Marshall loves his car the most! If it weren’t for you insisting he take the BMW, would this have happened?” I thought, “Did I hurt Marshall again? How could that be?” The doctor told me, “Maybe the feel of the new car was different from what he usually drove, and he misjudged the power while turning, which caused him to go off the cliff.” I felt like I was struck by lightning on a clear day, unable to even stand steady. I thought that as long as he replaced that old car, he wouldn’t have an accident. But now, because I insisted he drive the new car, it caused him to fall off the mountain. I thought, “Was it my stubbornness that pushed him to the edge of death again?” Arthur stood aside and said, “It’s not your fault, you just wanted Marshall to drive a good car.” Claire hugged me and comforted me, “Marshall was rescued in time and is out of danger. He will definitely get better.” I broke down and cried in Claire’s arms. Afraid I would stay trapped in guilt, Arthur and Claire took care of me day and night, constantly checking on me. I felt their warmth, and my mood gradually improved. I suddenly remembered that it was the same in my past life, with the phone about to warn me to beware of Arthur and Claire’s actions. I clearly didn’t press the answer button, yet the call was automatically picked up. “Laurel, I’m also very upset about Marshall’s injury, but this isn’t your fault. “Trust me, don’t drink the water Mom and Dad give you. They want to take you to the hospital to transplant your heart to Marshall.”

That day, Claire brought me a glass of water. I took out the donation agreement I found in Arthur’s bag and asked directly, “Are you planning to have me donate blood to Marshall?” Claire’s hand froze instantly, and she awkwardly glanced at me and Arthur. Arthur looked guilty. “Laurel, haven’t you been afraid of blood since childhood? We were worried…” I immediately interrupted him, “No, I’m willing!” “I’m afraid of blood, yes, but Marshall’s life is more important!” In my previous life, it was my lack of cooperation that made Marshall miss the best time for a blood transfusion. In this life, as long as I cooperate, Marshall will definitely be fine. I signed my name on the consent form. Claire looked at me, deeply moved. “Laurel, you’ve grown up and become more sensible.” In this life, I went to the hospital with Arthur and Claire for surgery, fully conscious. After the surgery, I woke up feeling sore all over. As soon as I got out of bed, I couldn’t stop coughing and even ended up coughing out a few blood clots. I hurriedly looked away, feeling a wave of dizziness in my head. I thought, “Has my immunity weakened? Why am I having such a strong reaction just from donating blood?” Before I could figure it out, the ward door was suddenly kicked open. It was Irene. As soon as she came in, she started yelling at me, “You murderer! You killed Marshall!” I was stunned. “How did he die? Didn’t he already receive my blood?” I don’t understand why, even though I obediently followed Arthur and Claire to donate blood this time instead of coming as instructed by the call, I still couldn’t escape Marshall’s fate of death. Irene ignored my daze and kept pressing, “Why are you pretending to be innocent? You did it on purpose.” “You clearly have AIDS, yet you gave virus-infected blood to Marshall!” “He developed severe complications after the transfusion and died right on the operating table.” “Why did you harm him like this? Was it because he damaged your BMW? How could you be so vicious?” I was shocked, thinking, “I have AIDS? How is that possible!” “I didn’t, how could I do this to him?” I explained to Irene. She interrupted me, “You still dare to argue! Otherwise, how could Marshall have died!” “I’ll test your blood sample right now and see how long you can keep arguing!” She cursed and ran off with my blood sample for testing. After a while, she stormed towards me and slapped me hard. She said, “The evidence is conclusive. How do you plan to deny it now?” I clutched my face in pain, staring in disbelief at the test results she held up in front of me. The blood I donated to Marshall did indeed carry the HIV virus. My vision went black, my legs went weak, and I could barely stand. I’ve always lived a clean life, never missed my annual check-ups, and all my indicators were normal. How could I possibly have HIV? Irene grew more hysterical, starting to punch and kick me. “Marshall has cherished you since childhood, yet you treat him like this at such a critical moment. He’ll never forgive you.” Every word she said felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. I started doubting myself, thinking, “Could it really be me who killed Marshall?” Arthur urged, “That’s enough, Irene! Marshall is already gone, so stop targeting Laurel. Just go back.” Irene gritted her teeth and said, “You’re not even worth hitting! Spoiled brat!” Finally, under Arthur and Claire’s persuasion, she shot me a fierce glare before storming off angrily to handle Marshall’s funeral arrangements. A deep sense of guilt overwhelmed me, and I blamed myself to the extreme. “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad.” “I really didn’t mean to harm Marshall.” “I just wanted to save him. I don’t even know why I tested positive for HIV.” I could only keep apologizing over and over. Claire shook her head and just hugged me. “Let’s not talk about this, Laurel. Let’s go home and eat.” The phone rang, and my future self said coldly, “You killed Marshall. Mom and Dad hate you now. When they return, they’ll take you with them to commit suicide.”

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My name is Liam Hayes. After my wife Fiona Harrison’s sister, Grace Harrison, became pregnant with her son Oliver, who has supermale syndrome, the whole family could hear his thoughts. Oliver said, “The doctor is just jealous that I’m a prodigy, that’s why they advised you to abort! You absolutely can’t abort me!” “I’m a genius, I can predict lottery numbers and help you win big!” After I earnestly explained the dangers of supermale syndrome, Grace finally had an abortion. But two days later, the lottery numbers Oliver predicted actually won. The whole family instantly turned against me, angrily accusing me of being selfish and jealous that Grace was carrying a genius son. Grace completely lost her mind and grabbed a kitchen knife to kill me. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day Grace was found to be carrying a fetus with supermale syndrome. This time, I decided not to interfere. ***** “Mom, you can’t abort me, I’m a prodigy. “I can predict lottery winning numbers. If you don’t believe me, buy a ticket first. If it wins in two days, you’ll know if it’s true.” Hearing Oliver’s inner voice, the whole family was stunned. Grace hesitated for a moment and cautiously looked at her parents, Benjamin Harrison and Victoria Harrison. “Mom, Dad, did you hear that?” The two nodded stiffly. Victoria looked conflicted and turned to me. “Liam, do you have any suggestions?” I gently smiled at her. “You’re the elder, it’s up to you.” In my previous life, it was Benjamin and Victoria who asked me to persuade Grace to have an abortion. As Grace’s biological parents, they found it inconvenient to say such things, but I, as an outsider working in a hospital, knew more. But after winning the lottery, they all blamed me. Benjamin and Victoria accused me of being jealous of Grace because Fiona and I couldn’t have children. Fiona slapped me dozens of times, leaving my face swollen. Grace, driven to madness, grabbed a kitchen knife and killed me. I begged them for help, but all I saw were their cold and disgusted looks. In this life, I won’t do such things again. Once a woman conceives a fetus with supermale syndrome, her body secretes a special hormone that strongly suppresses any thoughts of terminating the pregnancy. Grace was already unwilling to have an abortion. After hearing Oliver’s words, she said, “Why don’t we buy a lottery ticket first and see? What if we win?” Oliver immediately got excited and said, “Mom, trust me, I’m so happy. You must stay away from Liam, he doesn’t mean well.” Grace was half-skeptical, but her gaze toward me became wary. She stepped back two steps, distancing herself from me. I ignored her, turned around, went back to the room, and started packing, preparing to file for divorce. Fiona followed me in, grabbed my wrist, and said, “Even though we can hear the child’s thoughts, this is too dangerous. You should still persuade Grace to have an abortion.” I calmly opened the suitcase. “What’s dangerous?” She got anxious. “You’re a doctor, don’t you know? Children with super-male syndrome are highly likely to develop severe violent tendencies as they grow up, even to the point of killing their parents. “Grace is my sister, are you really going to stand by and do nothing?” I looked at her anxious face and just found it ridiculous. In my past life, she made me persuade, but in the end, I bore all the blame alone. When Grace attacked me with a kitchen knife, I desperately begged them for help. They only looked on coldly, thinking I cost them the chance to win the jackpot. With my luggage packed, I picked up the suitcase and walked out. I said, “I am your husband, but when it comes to Grace, I’m ultimately just an outsider. It’s not my place to interfere. “Besides, didn’t Oliver say it himself? He’s a prodigy, maybe he really can bring you wealth.” Fiona then noticed the suitcase in my hand, grabbed my wrist, and frowned. “Where are you going?” Worried she might stop me, I casually said, “My mom said she’s not feeling well, so I’m going home to take care of her for a few days.” When Oliver heard I was leaving, his voice turned sharp and piercing. “We can’t let Liam go! He’ll definitely find someone to force Mom to the hospital for an abortion.” “Quick, lock him up, don’t let him leave.” Grace immediately locked the door. “Liam, wait until the lottery results are out in two days. If it’s fake, I’ll let you go.”

Oliver was reborn too! If I can’t leave now, I definitely won’t be able to leave in two days. I clenched my teeth, tightened my fists, and forced myself to calm down. I said, “Grace, I never persuaded you to have an abortion from the start. Why are you stopping me?” “My mom’s not feeling well. If something happens, can you take responsibility?” After all, she’s still young. When I pressed her, she hesitated. Oliver wouldn’t let me off, shouting sharply, “It’s all an excuse! Liam just couldn’t stand Mom refusing to abort me and wanted someone to take her away for a forced abortion!” “Mom, you have to believe me. I was reborn. In my previous life, Liam dragged you to the hospital and made you abort me. You injured your uterus and couldn’t have children anymore. Dad despised you and kicked you out. Grandpa and Grandma’s luck turned bad. Aunt Fiona got laid off. The whole family lived miserably, all because of Liam.” I said coldly, “You’re talking nonsense!” I never did those things! Oliver sneered, “Uncle Liam, you’re reborn too, right? You should know if the lottery will win in two days, right?” “If the lottery win is true, then why can’t the other things I said be true?” I froze all over. Grace stared at me without blinking. “Liam, is what my son said true? Have you been reborn too?” I picked up the suitcase, trying to stay calm. “Rebirth? I don’t know what you’re talking about. “If you want to have a child, I support you. But you can’t stop me from going home, or I’ll call the police and report you for illegal detention.” Seeing the tense atmosphere, Oliver got a bit anxious and quickly said, “Hurry, lock him in the warehouse, don’t let him out.” “Take his phone too!” Grace’s eyes immediately turned red. “Mom, Dad, Fiona, are you just going to watch Liam bully me?” “I finally got pregnant with this child. I’ll just lock Liam up for two days. If the lottery doesn’t win after two days, we’ll let him out.” Grace, who had been spoiled since childhood, was always the center of the family. Thinking that winning the lottery wasn’t something that could just happen, everyone forcibly dragged me, took away my phone, and locked me in the warehouse. I banged on the door and roared, “Fiona, open the door! What that child said is completely unreliable! Let me out now.” “I swear I will never do anything bad to Grace or her child. Open the door!” Fiona stood outside the door, persuading me, “Just wait two days for my sake, so Grace can feel at ease.” “I believe you. As long as the lottery isn’t won, I’ll let you out immediately.” I sat on the ground in despair. I thought, “The lottery will definitely win. Oliver is so sure of this, that’s why he’s so arrogant.” But there’s no way to verify the events of the past life. I stayed in the warehouse for two days and nearly went crazy. Oliver said a lot of bad things about me to Grace, making her especially wary of me. She didn’t even dare to step near the warehouse, fearing I might harm her child.

The warehouse was small, filled with clutter piled on both sides, leaving me to curl up on the floor. The cold floor made me increasingly restless. Two days later, cheers suddenly erupted outside the door, and my heart sank abruptly. “Didn’t expect to actually win.” “Five hundred thousand dollars!” “Oliver is truly our lucky star.” Oliver said proudly, “Now you believe it, right? It was Liam who bribed the hospital to fake the diagnosis saying I have supermale syndrome.” “He just can’t stand seeing us doing well. So you must kill him!” Hearing this, the whole family gasped. I immediately banged on the door, my voice hoarse. “Oliver, killing is against the law. Do you want your mom to spend her life in prison?” “Benjamin, Victoria, if you don’t trust me, I can divorce Fiona.” Oliver continued, “You’re after my mom’s five hundred thousand dollars. Only if you’re dead will they not split the money with you.” He tried to convince everyone, “You can’t go soft. Liam is really bad. Even if I’m born safely, he’ll find a way to kill me.” “In his previous life, he was jealous of my exceptional talent. After causing me to be aborted, he cheated with another woman and got her pregnant. That child was born with XYY syndrome and ended up killing both his maternal grandparents.” “So, you must kill Liam, or you’ll end up being harmed.” “I’m doing this for your own good.” The door was forcefully pulled open, and Fiona stared at me with a grim face. “Liam, I didn’t expect you to be so vicious, not even sparing a child.” My heart tightened. I never thought Oliver could be so vicious as to want me dead. I took a deep breath and said, “Fiona, if you don’t trust me, we can sign an agreement. I’ll leave with nothing and promise never to contact you again.” “We can get it notarized at a law firm. You need to understand that murder is illegal. If you act, Oliver will be fine, but you’ll end up in prison. You’ve just won a $500,000 lottery, and there could be more in the future. Do you really want to become murderers?” Fiona was convinced by me. I continued to persuade, “Oliver is a prodigy, smart and capable. You want to do business now that you have money, right? If you’re labeled as murderers, people will criticize you.” A hint of hesitation flashed in Grace’s eyes. “Yeah, Oliver is going to attend a prestigious university in the future.” “Carrying the label of a murderer’s family, he will be looked down upon.” Benjamin nodded repeatedly. “That’s right, reputation is more important. We can’t waste Oliver’s good genes.” Oliver became anxious. “No way! You must kill Liam!” “Even though he’s saying this now, he’ll definitely grab a knife and kill you all later.” “He was reborn too and knows the lottery numbers. He’ll take the ticket first, leaving you with nothing. You can’t let him go!” “You’ll all end up dying at his hands!”

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On Christmas Day, I, Annie Carson, got up early to pack my bags, preparing to travel with my boyfriend Martin Sullivan. But just as I was about to leave, he grabbed my suitcase. He said, “Annie, my friends are here traveling, but they couldn’t book a hotel. We have to host them at home.” I was stunned, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” The already booked flights and accommodations cost over $30,000, and now none of it is refundable. He suddenly got emotional. “Is it necessary? Just because I don’t earn as much as you, I don’t even have the right to let my friends stay for a night?” Before I could answer, the door was suddenly opened from the outside. A girl swaggered in and smiled at Martin, “Martin, this is your place? Not bad.” “If I had known earlier, I would have dated you back then.” “Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute.” I suddenly stood up. “Who are you? Get out of my house right now!” She got upset instead. “Martin, how come she doesn’t even know me? How have you been teaching her?” “I don’t want to see her. Tell her to get lost.” The next second, Martin turned his head, looking at me with an almost pleading expression, whispering in my ear, “Babe, how about you stay somewhere else for a couple of days?” After saying that, he slammed the door shut. I stood there in shock, my fingers trembling as I called the police. “Someone broke into my house, I need to report it.” ***** Looking at the text about the flight departure on my phone, I was shaking with anger. For this trip, I worked overtime until midnight last night and got up at 5 a.m. today to pack. I thought Martin was sleeping in because he was too tired. But it wasn’t until we were about to leave that he told me he had to stay home to host friends and couldn’t go. He questioned me, “Annie, can you stop being so petty?” “It’s just this one time I’m having friends stay for a few days, can’t you cooperate a bit?” “Just because I don’t have as much money as you, does that mean I don’t deserve even basic respect?” I sneered and said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that your friends were coming?” “Yesterday, you were urging me to pack quickly. Were you messing with me?” He retorted, “It’s because you’re too snobbish! I was afraid you’d disagree to let them come, so I didn’t tell you.” I was stunned. “Me, snobbish? Then transfer me the money for the lost tickets and hotel.” He instantly panicked. “Why are you so materialistic?” “Forget it, I won’t argue with you today. My friends are arriving soon, go tidy up the guest room quickly.” I plopped onto the sofa and said coldly, “Let them stay at a hotel. My parents are coming too, there’s no room at home.” He quickly walked up to me. “Why didn’t you say earlier that your parents were coming?” “I get it, you just don’t want my friends to stay here, so you’re saying this on purpose.” “My friends aren’t as wealthy as your parents. Hotels are overpriced now. If they really come, let them stay at a hotel.” I was completely stunned. The house my parents bought, and they don’t even have the right to stay? I was about to argue back when the door suddenly opened from the outside. A strange woman walked in naturally. Her muddy shoes stepped on the floor as she brazenly looked around my house. She looked around and said, “Martin, is this the house you bought? Pretty decent.” “If I had known, I would have dated you back then.” She sneered, her gaze falling on me. “Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute.” Before I could speak, Martin said, “If she weren’t a bit wild, would I even like her?”

My mind exploded, and I stood there frozen. Martin was never a gentle or considerate person, but he had never been like this before. He seemed off this morning; I thought he just wanted to prove himself in front of his friends. But now, he’s actually insulting me along with an outsider. Watching Martin’s smug smile, my heart sank bit by bit into the abyss. I never thought he would be this kind of person. I trembled, my lips quivering, and finally gritted my teeth to speak, “Martin, what did you just say?” He shrugged and said, “I said you’re flirty. Don’t be shy, this is my best friend, Nora Sheridan.” Nora smiled at me. “We’ve all seen what you’re like in bed in our group. Why are you still pretending to be so pure?” I looked at Martin in shock, but he still had that indifferent look. He said coldly, “Why are you so worked up? Nora speaks bluntly, you’ll get used to it.” “She means no harm.” I laughed in anger. So casually insulting someone and recklessly spreading their privacy is considered harmless? I forced myself to stay calm, gritted my teeth, and said, “Martin, take Nora and get out of my house right now!” As soon as I finished speaking, a man’s voice came from behind. “Martin, your wife is so fierce, even daring to kick you out.” The moment I turned around, I saw a group of men smoking as they walked straight into my house. They casually flicked ash onto the floor, holding a dog on a leash. Before I could figure out how to kick them out, my whole body started itching as the dog came closer. But the mocking laughter of this group of men continued. One of them said, “But your girlfriend does look pretty good, even more attractive than in the video. Can we all have a share?” The man holding the dog moved closer to me. I quickly shouted, “Martin, don’t you know I’m allergic to dogs?” “Hurry up and get your friends out of here, or I’ll call the police!” After I shouted, they acted like they didn’t hear me and still walked into my house. I completely broke down. Martin looked at me impatiently and said, “Why are you yelling? Just tolerate the allergy, is it that big of a deal?” Nora covered her mouth and chuckled, “People who are allergic to dogs have no compassion.” “Annie, you’re so irritable and can’t take a joke. You should spend more time with animals to improve your temper.” She said that while deliberately letting the dog get close to me. I instinctively stepped back, but the dog deliberately lunged at me. My body itched unbearably, and I even had some difficulty breathing. It wasn’t until I could barely breathe that Nora laughed and tossed the dog onto my leather sofa, leaving a clear scratch mark. I took out my phone and said, “You’re not leaving, right? Then I’ll call the police now!” Seeing this, Martin suddenly rushed forward and snatched my phone away. He said, “Nora is trying to get closer to you, why are you making a fuss?” “When we get married in the future, they’ll be the ones taking care of you.” I laughed angrily. “Who wants to get close to them? Who said I would marry you?” “Martin, we’re breaking up!” “This is my house. Take your friends and your dog, and get out now!” Seeing me roar, they finally realized something was wrong and fell silent for a moment. Nora was the first to react and asked, “Martin, did she really buy this house?” I replied directly, “I have the property deed.” Nora suddenly covered her nose and laughed. “No wonder I smelled something foul as soon as I came in.” “Turns out Annie really is a prostitute.” “Otherwise, how could a young girl afford such a big house?” “Ugh, I can’t stand this smell. Just kick her out already, or else she’ll seduce all of you, and how will you still hang out with me?” The men around burst into laughter, completely ignoring my anger. Even Martin walked up to me and whispered in my ear, “Babe, you really didn’t do well today. Go stay somewhere else for a couple of days and reflect.” After saying that, he shoved me out the door. The loud slam of the door left me frozen in place. I was kicked out of my own home by a bunch of jerks! Do they really think I can’t do anything about this? Shaking with anger, I grabbed my spare phone and made a call. “I want to report to the police, someone has illegally broken into my home.”

While waiting for the police to arrive, out of curiosity, I looked into the background of Martin’s group of friends. But the investigation results left me stunned. Nora had successfully broken up the marriages of Martin’s five friends. The thrilling games they played at their gatherings were simply unacceptable to ordinary people. Some of their actions were enough for the police to file a case and detain them. I was terrified as I read, but also grateful to know all this before getting married. Just as I made up my mind to break up with Martin, a message suddenly lit up on my phone screen. I immediately understood the reason why this group of uninvited guests suddenly came to my house. I smiled slightly, a plan forming in my mind. Since they dared to come to my house and bully me, they can’t blame me for fighting back. By the time I had everything arranged, the police arrived. I explained the whole story to them, and the police got very angry, immediately stepping forward to knock on the door. The moment the door opened from the inside, Martin’s face instantly froze. He said, “Annie, can’t you take a joke? Why did you even call the police?” “Holiday season is their busiest time. Do you really need to waste police resources over such a small matter?” The police ignored his words and directly asked if he had forcibly entered my home. Nora quickly spoke up, “This is all a misunderstanding.” “Actually, everything we did was just a joke with Annie.” “We kicked her out just to prepare a surprise for her.” “We didn’t expect to actually make her angry.” She turned to me, pretending to apologize, “Sorry, Annie, I spoke without thinking.” “But kicking you out was really to prepare a surprise for you.” She patted Martin. Martin immediately knelt on one knee, took out a ring, and said to me, “Annie, they came today to help me propose.” “They upset you to set up the scene. If you don’t believe me, come and see.” The police cast a suspicious glance at Martin and walked inside first. I followed behind the police and indeed saw the proposal setup. Nora scratched her nose and said apologetically, “If we didn’t say something harsh, would you have left?” The police questioned Martin, “Was it really for a proposal?” Martin quickly nodded. “Of course, we even have chat records.” He quickly took out his phone. In their group chat, it was indeed a discussion about setting up the proposal scene. The police turned to me and asked, “What’s your opinion?” Doubt rose in my heart; I was indeed disgusted by them just now. But the proposal scene in front of me, along with their chat records, did seem prearranged. I thought, “Could it be that I really misunderstood them?” I had to say, “Then I guess I misunderstood you, but I don’t want you in my house.” “Please all leave.” Martin wanted to say something, but with the police present, he had no choice but to leave with his group. I thanked the police, closed the door, and prepared to tidy up the house. The door suddenly opened again. Martin and his group returned. I was about to speak when Martin rushed forward and covered my mouth. The door was slammed shut. My hands were tightly bound, unable to move. Martin gritted his teeth and whispered in my ear, “You really had the guts to call the cops, you bitch!”

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The night I, Julian Murphy, returned from a business trip, a call came from the regular pharmacy saying my membership card failed to deduct payment during an afternoon purchase and needed a top-up. I looked at my wife, Violet Sterling, who was focused on making dinner in the kitchen, and asked her what she bought. She smiled, took a box of supplements out of her bag, and said, “I’ve been staying up late working overtime these days, and my heart’s feeling a bit off, so I bought something for it.” Seeing my blank expression, she helplessly pulled a card out of her bag. She said, “I know you’re a money-lover. I accidentally used your membership card. How about I compensate you tenfold?” I didn’t take the card like I used to. Instead, I looked at her quietly and said, “Let’s get a divorce.” A trace of astonishment flashed across Violet’s face. Then, she took my hand, smiled helplessly, and said, “What’s wrong? Is this a punishment for losing a game with friends?” “I’m not stopping you from hanging out with them, but such an inappropriate joke really hurts me.” Facing her pitiful and aggrieved gaze, I pulled my hand away. “I’m not playing games, I’m serious.” Her gentle expression cracked slightly, and she frowned. “Serious? Why exactly? Is it because I didn’t pick you up at the airport, and that good friend of yours told you again that I’ve had a change of heart?” “Or is it because I’ve been too busy these days and didn’t video call you to say goodnight? Didn’t I explain already? Stop it, I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” As she spoke, she rested her head on my neck, rubbing back and forth. The warm breath brushed against my skin, stirring a ripple of intimacy. I pushed her away forcefully, suppressing the disgust inside. “I said divorce, don’t you understand?” The romantic atmosphere was shattered, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes. But she quickly suppressed her emotions, her tone turning conciliatory. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t possibly want a divorce just because I used your membership card, right?” I remained expressionless. “Yes, it’s because of this membership card that I want a divorce. Got a problem with that? You spend even a cent of mine, and I feel disgusted.” She stared at me in disbelief. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Over money? You didn’t even care why I bought supplements when you came back, and I didn’t blame you.” “Besides, I already offered ten times the compensation, but you refused! And now you…” I didn’t want to hear her excuses anymore, so I turned around and went to the room to pack my things. I said, “Stop talking. Tomorrow, see you in court.” She stubbornly followed me, but her hand got caught by the force of me slamming the door. “Julian!” she growled in pain, “Explain clearly, why? Why do you want a divorce?” Facing her swollen, tearful eyes from the pain, I slammed the door shut without hesitation. I said, “There’s nothing to say. Just show up on time.” After a long time, a dull pounding on the door came from outside. She shouted, “I don’t agree to the divorce! Don’t even think about it!” Footsteps faded away, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door slamming. After she left, I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and called my lawyer friend. “Help me draft a divorce agreement. The car and house go to me, and the assets are split equally.” Violet didn’t come home all night, but I had a good sleep. The next day at work, I received a message from Violet’s mother, Helen Sterling, asking me to join them for dinner after work. Every time we argued before, when Violet couldn’t win, she’d just go back to her parents’ house feeling aggrieved. Then her mom and her late sister’s husband, Nathan Hayes, would cook a delicious meal, invite me over, and mediate our conflicts. This method worked well; every time after the meal, we would make up. But this time is different; I’ve made up my mind to get a divorce. So when they asked when we were planning to have a child, I didn’t lower my head shyly like before but pushed away the dish Violet handed me. I calmly said, “Having a child might not go as you wish; we’re planning to divorce.”

Helen looked at me in shock. “Julian, divorce is no joke. What did Violet do wrong? Tell me, and we’ll talk to her for you.” I frowned and put down my fork. “Nothing, we just don’t like each other anymore and don’t want to waste time. Don’t try to persuade me, I’m set on this divorce. I can’t take another minute.” Violet choked up, her eyes instantly turning red. “What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me. If you don’t want me to spend your money, I won’t touch a penny from now on, okay?” Helen’s face immediately darkened upon hearing it was about money. Nathan quickly pulled me away. As he walked, he said, “Everyone, don’t get upset. Some things are hard to say face-to-face. I’ll take Julian to have a talk and try to reason with him.” After entering his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and turned around, looking at me with a face full of concern. He said, “What’s going on? What can’t you tell me? I know you’re not someone who acts recklessly; you must be facing some trouble.” Nathan and I usually get along quite well. He lost his wife early on and never remarried all these years, living with Violet’s parents ever since. So when I travel or work out, I often invite him along. I was hesitating whether to tell him the truth when my eyes accidentally caught sight of a lifelike toy standing on a chair by the balcony. It still had an unused condom on it, with bodily fluids remaining. Seeing my gaze drawn to it, his face turned red, and he hurriedly stuffed the toy into the bedside cabinet. Perhaps too flustered, he knocked over the clutter in the cabinet. An opened box of condoms rolled out and landed by my feet. He hurriedly picked it up. “Please don’t misunderstand me. You know, my wife passed away too early, and all these years, I haven’t been able to let her go. Although I don’t plan to remarry, I still have physical needs.” “I just bought some better-quality condoms to avoid infections. Please don’t tell them, I don’t want them to think I lack self-control.” I looked at his flushed face, unable to say a word. After a while, I finally squeezed out a sentence. “Got it, let’s go out.” He patted my shoulder and hurriedly asked, “Wait, you haven’t explained it to me yet. Why do you have to get a divorce? Is there something that can’t be resolved?” I glanced at him and said, “It’s nothing, I just don’t love her anymore.” Helen’s sobbing came from outside the door. “How did Violet end up marrying such a greedy person like you? You’re divorcing just for some medicine money?” “All these years, we haven’t treated you badly. You said career comes first, and for five years of marriage, you didn’t have kids—we never said a word against you!” “You go on business trips for half a month at a time, and everything at home, both sets of parents, has been taken care of by Violet alone. All these years, she’s never complained once.” “She hands over her salary and bonuses to you every month. It’s bad enough you don’t care about her health, but now you want a divorce over medical expenses? How can there be such a heartless husband like you in this world?” Violet couldn’t hold back her tears either. She pressed her lips together and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, Julian. Is it because the heart supplements I bought are expensive, and you’re afraid my poor health will burden you in the future, that you’re divorcing me?” “Please don’t do this. I promise to take good care of my health, work hard to earn money, and never be a burden to you. I’m begging you, please don’t divorce me, okay?” She wept bitterly, holding my hand and bowing her head in plea. Nathan was shocked upon hearing this. “Julian, you’re divorcing her over this? She’s your wife! Not caring about her health is one thing, but now you see her as a burden?”

He looked at me in disappointment. “How expensive can heart supplements be? You’re a couple, meant to spend the rest of your lives together. How did you become so petty?” Looking at their grief-stricken and shocked expressions, I sneered and said, “Family? You’re the family. What does it have to do with me? I’m just an outsider!” “Don’t go, Julian, please don’t go!” Violet suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging forward and gripping my leg tightly. “Is it because I haven’t cared enough about you that you want a divorce? I’ll change! From now on, I’ll put you first. Please don’t leave me. I really can’t live without you.” Helen saw this and clutched her chest in distress. I kicked Violet away without hesitation. “Instead of begging me, you’d better take your parents to the hospital quickly. Don’t let them get angered to death by you.” I no longer looked at their pale faces and turned to leave. Before stepping out, I grabbed the supplements I originally brought for them and, along with the trash bag by the door, threw them into the garbage bin. Just as I walked out of the community gate, I received a call from my friend. He said, “The divorce agreement is ready. When can you come to pick it up?” “I really don’t understand. You two have been doing well all these years. Why suddenly get a divorce?” I tiredly rubbed my temples and said, “No particular reason, it’s just too exhausting living with their family. I want to be free.” My friend was silent for a moment and ultimately said nothing more. I immediately went to him to retrieve the divorce agreement and signed my name without hesitation. In the evening, I went home and quickly packed my belongings. I just waited for Violet to come back and sign, then I would leave for good. But I waited until past nine at night, and she still hadn’t replied to my messages. Helpless, I called her, wanting to have a proper talk about this matter. But just as I took out my phone, I received a call from Violet’s colleague. The voice on the other end was urgent and noisy. “Julian, come quickly and check on Violet. She’s been out of it all afternoon, looking pale, and she just fainted after work.” “The doctor said she was shocked, her heart’s in trouble, and she’s being resuscitated right now. Hurry over!” I immediately drove to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, a crowd of people was gathered around the bedside. Besides Helen and Nathan, there was a group of Violet’s colleagues I had seen before but wasn’t familiar with, gathered around the bed. Finally, I saw my parents, Charlie Murphy and Lucia Murphy, glaring at me with anger. Before I could speak, Charlie slapped me so hard that I hit the door, my ears ringing. Violet on the bed struggled to sit up, her tone filled with concern. “Charlie, talk it out properly, don’t hit him.” Charlie’s eyes turned red. “Look at her, she’s hospitalized because of you, yet she’s still worried about you. “She’s been so good to you, why are you filing for divorce for no reason? Just for that bit of money? Are you starving? Is it worth divorcing over such a small amount?” “I think you’ve been living too comfortably all these years, that’s why you’re so arrogant!” Even Lucia, who has always loved me the most, looked at me with disappointment. “This time, you’ve really gone too far.” Charlie let out a cold snort and pointed at me, commanding, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Helen and Nathan! You really upset them yesterday.” I swallowed my grievances and met their angry gazes. “This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Please stay out of it.” After speaking, I walked straight to the doctor, borrowed a pen, and handed the already-signed divorce agreement to Violet. I said, “I came here today for one purpose only, divorce.” Those who thought I would change my mind after being lectured by my parents all looked at me in astonishment.

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