I accompanied my husband Aaron Moore’s mom, Adeline Moore, to an auction. Adeline fancied a diamond necklace, and we finally bought it for 30 million dollars. The auctioneer signaled us to make the payment. For convenience, Adeline said to charge it directly to her husband Charles Moore’s account. But, I didn’t expect that just as she finished speaking, two women dressed in expensive clothes and covered in jewelry suddenly appeared. The young woman, Bella Smith, grabbed Adeline’s arm, while the middle-aged woman, Amelia Walker, directly slapped Adeline. Amelia gritted her teeth and said, “I knew something was off long ago. You shameless old woman, ruining my family and seducing my husband. You won’t end well.” I quickly shielded Adeline and asked her, “Adeline, are you okay?” Hearing my words, Amelia’s sharp gaze immediately shifted to me. “Adeline is so shameless, desperately flattering rich people. Don’t you feel embarrassed for her at all?” I quickly stood in front of Adeline, stating that I am Aaron’s wife, and questioned who the other person was. But Amelia said coldly and arrogantly, “Who am I? I am the legal wife of the richest man, Charles, the wife he officially married.” She gave me a contemptuous glance and continued, “Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to question my identity?” Before I could speak, Amelia directly took out her phone and made a call. “Aaron, my dear son, hurry to the auction and help me catch the woman your father is seeing outside.” I wondered, “Isn’t Aaron my husband? When did he get another mother outside?” After hanging up, Amelia gave us a provocative smile and directly pushed Adeline onto the auction stage. I wanted to chase after her, but Bella stopped me. She gritted her teeth and asked me, “Who did you just say you are?” Sensing her malice, I instinctively stepped back, but that only gave her a chance to make a move. Bella grabbed my arm and said, “Let me tell you, I’m already engaged to Aaron. He’s my man.” At the same time, Amelia on stage grabbed the auctioneer’s microphone. Her sharp voice instantly echoed throughout the auction hall. She told everyone, “Remember this homewrecker’s face.” As Amelia spoke, her right hand kept slapping Adeline’s cheek. She asked Adeline, “Does seducing someone else’s husband feel good?” “In public, with me, his lawful wife, present, how dare you casually mention my husband’s name?” “Did you think you wouldn’t be found out?” Seeing Adeline’s pale face, I felt extremely anxious. I broke free from Bella and ran onto the stage to shield Adeline behind me. I asked Adeline, “Adeline, are you okay?” Adeline gently shook her head and said, “Victoria, how could this happen?” Victoria Hernandez is my name. She continued, “How could I be the other woman?” Seeing her emotions grow more intense and her breathing become rapid, I didn’t dare delay and immediately took out a quick-acting heart reliever from my bag and gave it to her. I said to her, “Adeline, there must be some misunderstanding.” Charles and Adeline grew up together, and after getting married, their relationship has always been great. They respect each other and have never argued. Amelia heard what I said, and her face twisted with anger. She said, “Misunderstanding? I caught you both red-handed, and you still dare to call it a misunderstanding?” While comforting Adeline, I forced myself to stay calm. I said to Amelia, “You claim to be Charles’s wife. Do you have any proof?” As I spoke, I lifted Adeline’s right hand. A massive pink diamond ring sparkled brilliantly under the light. I continued, “I believe everyone here recognizes this diamond ring, right?” “This was personally made by Charles for his wife. There’s only one in the entire world.” “This is enough to prove our identity.” Adeline was a premature baby and the youngest in the family, so she grew up being spoiled by everyone. Because she had a heart condition and couldn’t handle the stress of a grand wedding, plus she didn’t like meeting strangers, they only invited a few close friends when they got married. The outside world only knew that Charles had someone he loved, but no one had ever seen Adeline herself. I thought things would end there, but Amelia suddenly went crazy and yanked the ring off Adeline’s hand. She said fiercely, “This is a token of love between Charles and me. Where did you get it?” After a few seconds of thought, Amelia pretended to suddenly understand and said, “Well, you’re not just a mistress, you’re also a thief.” As she spoke, she directly put the ring on her ring finger and proudly showed it off to everyone. “I lost this ring a while ago. I thought I’d never get it back.” “But I never expected…” She deliberately left the rest unsaid, causing everyone present to point at us and talk with disgust. Someone said, “His real wife has already come forward, yet this woman still won’t admit it.” Another person said, “Yeah, look at how this woman is trembling. She must know her identity is fake.” I frowned tightly, took out my phone to call the police, but Bella snatched it away. She raised an eyebrow and said, “What? Looking for backup?” Amelia took the opportunity to push me to the ground, causing Adeline to fall as well. She looked down at us and asked, “Do you have any other evidence to prove your identity?” Seeing us remain silent, she revealed a triumphant smile. “You don’t, but I do.” Then, under everyone’s puzzled gazes, Amelia calmly took out a black and gold bank card. She said, “This is Charles’s exclusive bank card. I think this is enough to prove my identity.” I immediately retorted, “Impossible. This card must be fake.”

I almost instinctively shouted it out. I continued, “Charles’s card has always been in the safe at home. How could he possibly take it out so easily?” “This card of yours must be fake.” My confident attitude not only didn’t make them panic but made them even more arrogant. Amelia ignored me and turned to hand the card to a professional appraiser. “We’ll find out if it’s real or not after checking.” At this moment, Adeline curled up entirely behind me. She said, “Victoria, my chest hurts so much.” I quickly patted her back and helped her stand up. I said, “Adeline, I’ll take you to the hospital right now.” But Bella stopped us. “Who gave you permission to leave?” She grabbed my shoulder, her sharp nails digging in painfully. “You two impostors want to leave? Not so easy.” As soon as Bella finished speaking, the appraiser nearby spoke up. He respectfully handed the card back to Amelia with both hands and said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, this card is indeed authentic.” Adeline widened her eyes in disbelief, her gaze turning blank. She murmured, “How? How could this happen?” “Charles said this card was only for me to use.” Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so everyone present heard it. Amelia was extremely emotional, ready to come over and hit someone. “You still want to spend my family’s money? I’ll beat you to death.” I extended my arm to stop her again, then suppressed my anger and said to her, “I don’t care how you got this card.” “But I’m warning you now, stop it.” Amelia was a bit surprised and said, “Are you talking to me?” She grinned, then grabbed my hair and yanked me toward her. “I was busy dealing with that mistress earlier and forgot to take care of you, the accomplice.” Bella cooperatively slapped me twice. “Adeline seduced Mr. Charles Moore, and you seduced my future husband.” “You two really have a clear division of labor.” Seeing me get hit, Adeline panicked and quickly called Charles. But no one answered the call. Amelia noticed and smashed Adeline’s phone directly. She said, “Still looking for help? Let me tell you, I’ve already had my husband block you.” “My presence here today to catch you is also my husband’s idea.” Hearing her words, Adeline turned pale, tears streaming down continuously. Bella took the chance and punched my stomach repeatedly. I had no choice but to reveal that I am the daughter of the Hernandez family. I gasped and said, “Bella, if you don’t want the Smith family to suffer with you, let go immediately.” Bella paused for a moment, then nervously looked at Amelia beside her. Amelia said, “So now you’re not pretending to be from the Moore family, but from the Hernandez family instead?” She crossed her arms and said, “It seems you know a lot about wealthy families. You know Ms. Hernandez grew up abroad, so you dare to impersonate her identity, right?” Bella immediately regained her confidence. She straightened up and said, “Even if your identity is fake, so what? Even if it’s real, what can you do?” “Behind me is not just the Smith family, but also the Moore family.” She put on an arrogant look, making me feel a bit powerless. I said, “If you don’t believe me, give me back my phone. I have evidence to prove my identity.” Hearing my words, Amelia directly stepped on my phone. “You want to call for help? I’m telling you, no way.” At this moment, a voice came from afar. “What’s going on? Why isn’t the auction continuing?” A familiar figure, Manager Jackson Clark, slowly appeared before us. I shouted his name desperately, “Jackson, it’s me. I’m Victoria.”

Jackson pushed through the crowd in confusion. When he saw me, his expression changed instantly. But the next second, when he noticed Amelia, he immediately put on a flattering smile. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, why didn’t you inform me in advance that you were coming?” “I’ll have someone prepare a private room and coffee for you right away.” Amelia liked his approach. She waved casually and said, “No need to go through so much trouble. My main purpose today isn’t the auction.” “I’m here to catch the third party.” The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and the guests began speaking up for Amelia. Someone said, “Mistresses nowadays are really outrageous. Even the real wife has shown up, yet she still won’t repent.” Another person said, “Yeah, Jackson. How can your auction let just anyone in?” Hearing everyone’s comments, Jackson awkwardly looked at us. I seized the opportunity and said to him, “Jackson, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?” “This is Adeline, my husband’s mother. They are the impostors.” I said to him excitedly, “Hurry up and call the police for us.” But under my expectant gaze, Jackson distanced himself from me. “Ms. Hernandez, we’re not very familiar.” He sneered and continued, “Why would I call the police for you? Do you want to go to jail?” As he spoke, Jackson slowly leaned toward my ear and lowered his voice, saying, “Ms. Hernandez, don’t blame me for not warning you. That lady over there is the wife of our richest man.” “I suggest you be sensible, admit your mistake, and calm her down. Maybe this will blow over.” I gritted my teeth and said, “Jackson, are you crazy?” “Even if others don’t know, don’t you know my true identity?” When Aaron and I got married, Jackson attended the wedding and even gave me a pair of diamond earrings. That’s also why I placed my hopes on him just now. But I didn’t expect this outcome. Jackson shrugged indifferently and then said in a voice only the two of us could hear, “The head of The Moore family is still Mr. Charles Moore.” “You are Mr. Moore’s wife, that’s true. But I also hope you stay clear-headed. In wealthy families, those not liked by their husband’s mother are destined for divorce.” I was stunned. So, this is what he really thinks. I had no choice but to take a step back. Seeing Adeline struggling to breathe, I softened my tone. I said, “Alright, Jackson, I’m begging you. For the sake of us knowing each other before, can you help me call an ambulance, please?” “Adeline has a heart condition.” I choked up when mentioning Adeline. Over the years, I’ve come to see Adeline as my own mother. I can endure grievances, but I can’t stand seeing Adeline being bullied like this. Amelia said impatiently, “She has a heart condition? Does being sick give her the right to steal someone else’s husband?” She had a bad temper and raised her arm to hit again, but her action was interrupted once more. A voice came through. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, Mr. Moore sent me ahead to assist you.” Everyone turned toward the voice. I immediately recognized the person as Aaron’s personal secretary, Liam Kelly, which gave me a glimmer of hope. But I didn’t even have time to speak before Amelia, clearly displeased, stopped the person. She said, “Where’s Aaron? He’s got some nerve. “I, his own mother, called him to come over. Does he dare not show up?” Amelia’s expression directly frightened Liam. Liam said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, please don’t be upset. “Mr. Moore is driving over here. I guess he’ll be here soon.” But no matter what Liam said, Amelia was just not satisfied. She directly made a video call to Aaron. “Aaron, what’s going on with you? “Your mom is about to be driven crazy by this mistress. Where are you? “Didn’t I ask you to come help me? Where are you?”

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I, Nora Williams, got married on Independence Day, but I didn’t inform my parents Jordan Williams and Chloe Williams. I didn’t inform them because this was my fifth marriage. My first four marriages ended because Jordan and Chloe claimed there were issues with the wedding car and forced me to divorce the grooms. My first marriage was to my college sweetheart. We dated for four years. Jordan and Chloe urged us to get a marriage certificate. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe thought the groom’s wedding car wasn’t fancy enough and forced me to divorce. My second marriage was to my boss at the company. We switched the wedding car to a BMW that Jordan and Chloe approved of. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe just took one look at the brand-new BMW and then pulled me out of the car. My third marriage was to a blind date carefully chosen for me by Jordan and Chloe. Fearing any issues, the groom prepared ten wedding cars for Jordan and Chloe to choose from. But this time, they didn’t even let me leave the house, saying there was an issue with the wedding car and demanded we divorce immediately. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with those wedding cars. Why do Jordan and Chloe push me to get married while using the excuse of wedding car issues to stop me? Finally, this Independence Day, I had my fifth wedding. This time, I was pregnant with the child of the richest man, Landon Davis. To ensure the wedding went smoothly, I didn’t tell Jordan and Chloe. Just as I was about to get into the wedding car, I saw Jordan and Chloe running toward me. Jordan asked me, “Nora, you’re getting married today, why didn’t you tell us?” Chloe chimed in, “If we hadn’t seen your wedding photos on your cousin’s social media, your dad and I still wouldn’t know.” Immediately, Chloe stepped forward and grabbed me, her eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Jordan patted Landon’s shoulder. He said, “Getting married is such a big deal, and you didn’t tell your parents. How can we trust you with Nora?” Landon’s expression looked a bit awkward. Not inviting Jordan and Chloe to the wedding was a decision we both made together. Because of my previous four marriages, I developed a fear of Jordan and Chloe. I got married for the first time at 26. My first love and I went from being students to getting married. We knew each other well and had been together for four years. Even our parents became good friends. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe’s faces immediately turned sour when they saw the wedding car was a rented Cadillac. Chloe said, “This wedding car is so low-class. Nora, he clearly doesn’t value you.” Jordan said, “Listen to us. You can’t get married, hurry up and get divorced.” Their reasoning was utterly ridiculous. Although I didn’t want to listen, they caused a scene at the wedding. The boyfriend I had loved for four years eventually broke up with me. I thought Jordan and Chloe felt his family wasn’t wealthy enough, so my second boyfriend was my company’s boss. He was very accommodating to me. From the engagement gift to the wedding house, he handled everything according to Jordan and Chloe’s demands. Even the wedding car, which Jordan and Chloe cared about a lot, was chosen by them—a BMW worth about $1 million. But on the wedding day, they just glanced at the wedding car, their expressions changed, and then they forcibly pulled me out of the car. I asked them why. They only said there was a problem with the wedding car and that if I married him, the marriage wouldn’t be happy. But this car was clearly chosen by them. I thought they just didn’t want me to get married, so they came up with such an excuse. But after I gave up on the wedding, they patiently and repeatedly persuaded me. They said they were getting old, and their biggest wish in life was to see me get married. I thought about their love for me since I was little and felt very confused. Could it be that the first two men had issues, so they did everything they could to stop me from marrying them? Thinking of this, for my third marriage, I chose the blind date partner Jordan and Chloe had picked for me. But what I never expected was that this time, they got angry on the spot again because of the wedding car issue. I don’t understand what’s wrong with these wedding cars. I cried and asked them, “There are ten wedding cars here. Could all ten have problems? Is it really about the cars, or do you just not want me to get married?” They gave me no reason, just teamed up with relatives to take me away from the groom. Later, when I got married for the fourth time, they solemnly promised that there would be no accidents this time. But they were quickly proven wrong. The same thing happened again. I watched the same farce four times, and my heart gradually grew numb. Until two years later, at 30, I met Landon. He pursued me for two whole years before I finally said yes to him. After getting a marriage certificate, I didn’t want to hold a wedding. However, the Davis family is a very wealthy family. Only by having a wedding could my child and I be recognized by this wealthy family. For Landon and the child in my belly, we chose to get married on Independence Day. However, I never expected that after hiding it for so long, Jordan and Chloe still found out. Thinking of the previous four nightmare-like wedding scenes, I was so scared that I immediately shook off Chloe’s hand. I said, “Sorry. You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know you at all.”

Chloe’s tears immediately started to fall. She said, “Nora, we were wrong before. But this time, we truly came to give you our blessings.” Jordan also wiped away his tears. He said, “Nora, I know you hold resentment towards us, but we had our reasons before. “My biggest wish in this life is to see you get married.” Saying this, he patted Landon on the shoulder, a hint of admiration in his eyes. He said, “I can see that you truly care for Nora. But marrying into wealth isn’t easy. As Nora’s father, I only hope you can take good care of her in the future.” Landon looked at me and said, “Nora, Jordan and Chloe are both dressed formally. They must genuinely be here to bless us.” I didn’t say anything because I had already seen this scene four times. Every time I got married, they would tearfully tell the groom to take good care of me. But as soon as we left home, they turned fierce, forcing us to go to the courthouse immediately to get a divorce certificate. But this time, Jordan, with tears in his eyes, took out a bank card. He said, “Nora, this card has $400,000. It’s a wedding gift from your mom and me.” After speaking, he glanced at Landon again. Then he continued, “I know your family is very wealthy, and $400,000 might mean nothing to you. But whatever other daughters have, we won’t let Nora lack. If the Davis family dares to bully her in the future, we will fight you to the end, no matter what.” Looking at the bank card in my hand, I suddenly felt a bit sad. After being away from home for two years, I realized that Jordan and Chloe had aged a lot. Chloe said, “Nora, if you don’t want us to attend the wedding, we won’t go. We came mainly to give you the wedding gift.” I wiped my tears, then pointed at the wedding car ahead with trembling fingers and said, “That wedding car…” They glanced at the wedding car, then hugged me tightly. Chloe said, “We’ve seen the wedding car. It’s fine. This car will bring good luck. You and Landon will definitely be happy.” I could hardly believe what I heard. I thought, “Is there really nothing wrong with the wedding car this time?” Landon urged behind me, “Honey, get in the car.” But as soon as I took a step, my legs went weak with fear. Those nightmare-like images popped back into my head. I was truly scared. I didn’t want to be dragged off the wedding car for the fifth time. I said, “How about we walk to the hotel instead?” Hearing my words, Jordan and Chloe showed a hint of guilt on their faces. Jordan said, “Nora, this time we really won’t stop you from getting on the wedding car again.” Landon noticed my fear, so he clapped his hands directly. Immediately, a helicopter decorated with roses landed in front of us. Landon smiled and invited me, saying, “I know the shadow in your heart, so I planned ahead and replaced the wedding car with a helicopter. Today, we’ll take the helicopter to the hotel.” Seeing this, my heart was instantly filled with courage. But just as I grabbed his hand, ready to board the helicopter, Jordan and Chloe suddenly rushed in front of us. Tears were still in the corners of their eyes, but their expressions were very grim. At that moment, a huge sense of unease surged in my heart. It felt like I saw the outcome of this wedding. Jordan said seriously, “Nora, I’m sorry, I can’t let you board this helicopter.”

Landon asked, “Jordan, Chloe, is there something wrong with this helicopter?” He still naively thought Jordan and Chloe were worried about the helicopter’s safety. So, he patiently explained to them, “Rest assured. This pilot used to fly fighter jets. He can absolutely ensure Nora’s and my safety.” Chloe held my hand tightly, afraid I might break free. She said, “Listen to me. I won’t harm you. There’s something wrong with this plane.” Seeing Jordan and Chloe’s firm attitude, Landon had no choice but to say, “Then let’s take the wedding car instead.” “No way,” Jordan and Chloe refused simultaneously, “You can’t take the wedding car either.” I unconsciously gave a painful smile. This scene still happened. “Why? Didn’t you just say the wedding car was fine and told Nora to get on it quickly?” Landon asked unwillingly. However, Jordan and Chloe looked at him with disgust. Jordan said, “Whether it’s the wedding car or the plane, there’s a problem. We won’t let our daughter marry you. Give up on that idea.” After saying that, they were about to pull me away. I used all my strength to shake off their hands. I shouted, “Enough. How long are you going to torment me? This is already the fifth time.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the grievances I had suppressed for so many years erupted at this moment. I looked at them, my eyes filled with tears. I said, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Why? I’m 32 years old. If you don’t want me to get married, you can just tell me directly. Why do you keep pushing me to marry, only to force me to divorce on the wedding day every time?” Jordan tried to persuade me, “Nora, I don’t want this either. But you can’t marry this man.” I asked, “Why?” Jordan replied, “Because there are issues with the wedding car and the plane.” Same reason again. I sneered and said, my attitude turning firm, “I will never believe you again. This time, I must get married.” I turned around and was about to walk toward the wedding car. But the next second, Chloe picked up a stone and threw it at the car. I shouted, “Mom, what are you doing?” I watched in horror, feeling they were crazier than ever. “I smashed the wedding car. You can’t get married!” Chloe, like someone deranged, went on to smash several cars. Even Jordan seemed influenced by her, throwing a stone at the helicopter nearby. I gave them a thumbs-up. I sneered, “You’re really something. But it’s fine. I can walk to the hotel.” I grabbed Landon’s hand and quickly walked forward. Chloe shouted, “No! No! Even if it costs our lives, we must stop you from getting married.” Jordan and Chloe rushed over again. I clutched my stomach and collapsed to the ground. I said, “Dad, Mom, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be grandparents.” They immediately stopped in their tracks. I continued, “For this child, please let us be together. I can’t let my child grow up without a father.” Their faces showed a troubled expression. But in an instant, they became fierce again. Jordan said, “Nora, you can have the baby, but you can’t marry him. You must get a divorce immediately.” “If you don’t listen to us, we’ll cause a scene at the hotel. I’ve already messaged our relatives. They’ll be here soon.” I wiped away my tears and slowly stood up. I shouted at them uncontrollably, “Why? Why is this happening? Do you really hate me that much?” Chloe said, “We’re doing this for your own good. That wedding car is the best proof.” She came up to pull me, and I directly pushed her down. I roared, “Stop using that excuse to fool me!” Seeing Chloe fall to the ground, Jordan stepped forward and slapped me. “Ungrateful daughter! Do you know what your mother sacrificed for you to get married smoothly?” Seeing me get hit, Landon immediately pulled Jordan away and started arguing with him. Relatives rushing over from afar thought Jordan and Chloe were being bullied. Without asking anything, they charged in and started fighting with Landon’s friends. I saw Landon pinned to the ground by several people. His face was bruised and swollen, yet he still kept looking at me. He said, “Nora, don’t be afraid. I’m fine.” I don’t understand how things turned out like this. I cried and tried to help. I wanted to persuade them not to fight because of me. In the chaos, I don’t know who kicked me, and then I fell to the ground. Tears and blood blurred my vision. I didn’t have the strength to get up. My gaze landed on the helicopter not far away. Then I looked at the row of smashed wedding cars. In that moment, a series of clues finally connected in my mind, revealing the whole truth to me. I started laughing, tears streaming down. I finally understood why Jordan and Chloe tried to stop me from getting married every time they saw wedding cars.

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My mother Harper Howard lived a privileged, wealthy life for forty years, but now it has been discovered that she is not the biological daughter of the Howard family. A woman claiming to be the real daughter, Skylar Rogers, came to our door with her daughter Emily Rogers. They caused a scene, crying and shouting, trying to kick Harper and me out of the house. Skylar cried and said, “Dad, Mom, my daughter and I have been wandering outside for forty years, living such a hard life. We’ve finally found our family now.” She then said to my uncles, “My brothers, I am your real sister. Why should Harper, that wicked woman, steal the life that was meant to be mine?” They held high the paternity test report with my grandfather Nathan Howard. My grandmother Madelyn Howard showed no expression, while my eldest uncle Samuel Howard and second uncle Robert Howard lowered their heads, not daring to speak. Skylar and Emily became even more smug. They took Harper’s necklace and bag, then occupied my room. They pointed at us and told us to get out. Skylar said, “You don’t dare to argue, do you? You’d better leave right away. That way, you can still save a bit of face. Occupying someone else’s place for forty years, don’t you feel ashamed?” I just looked at them with a sympathetic gaze. The next moment, Nathan rushed in, almost tripping in his haste. He shouted at Madelyn, “Madelyn, you have to believe me. I really didn’t betray you.” He then pointed angrily at the stunned Skylar and said, “Where did this wicked woman come from to ruin my reputation? I’ve lived this long and never had a daughter.” ***** When I, Natalie Howard, received Samuel’s call, I was still working hard at the company. Samuel said on the phone, “Natalie, a woman showed up claiming to be my parents’ biological daughter. “She also said your mom is a fake daughter of my parents and wants to kick her out.” As soon as I became an adult, Madelyn arranged for me to intern at the company, and I’ve been very busy lately. Hearing this news, I was stunned and found it unbelievable. I said, “Who still plays such a cliché these days? Just kick them out, won’t you?” But suddenly, sharp cries erupted on the other end of the phone, a mix of a middle-aged woman’s and a young woman’s voices, almost piercing my ears. The middle-aged woman said, “Samuel, Robert, I am your little princess. All these years, you should have cherished and pampered me.” The young woman said, “Uncle Samuel, Uncle Robert, I am your real niece. After all these years, we’ve finally found our family.” Goosebumps instantly rose on my arms, and I felt a wave of nausea. Amid the noise, I didn’t catch what Samuel said afterward, but his tone was very anxious. After hanging up, Samuel sent me a message: [I also thought they were here to scam money, but they have a paternity test report. Natalie, come back quickly.] I was stunned, realizing things might not be simple. Nathan and Madelyn were famously close. They had only two sons and one daughter, Harper. Harper was cherished by the whole family since childhood, growing up spoiled, and was recognized as the princess of the Howard family. Now someone is holding a paternity test report claiming she’s not their daughter. This is utterly ridiculous. I rushed home without hesitation. Before I even entered the door, I heard a strange woman’s voice, sounding extremely arrogant. I walked into the living room and saw, as expected, a middle-aged woman I didn’t recognize. Harper stood opposite them, while my two uncles stayed in the corner. Seeing me arrive, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could say anything, that middle-aged woman named Skylar spoke first. She arrogantly looked me up and down twice, then asked, “Are you the child of Harper’s fake daughter?”

I didn’t answer her question but squinted at her. I asked back, “Are you the one here to claim kinship? The one who claims to be my grandparents’ biological daughter?” Skylar proudly raised her head. She said, “That’s right! From now on, my name is Skylar Howard. I am the real daughter of the Howard family.” Skylar’s gaze suddenly fixed on Harper’s handbag, then she snatched it away. She looked at the bag and said, “This is the latest Hermès model, right? The TV said it’s worth millions of dollars. This also belongs to the Howard family. It’s mine now.” Saying that, she happily slung Harper’s bag over her shoulder. Harper widened her eyes, staring at Skylar in disbelief. She angrily said, “You’re so shameless. How dare you snatch my stuff? Robert!” My face darkened, but before I could say anything, Robert had instinctively snatched the bag back from Skylar. Skylar screamed and angrily said to Robert, “Robert, I’m your real sister. How can you side with that fake daughter?” Robert coughed and then said, “Putting aside that this bag was bought by Harper, whether your identity is real or not will only be confirmed after Mom and Dad arrive. It’s too early for you to jump to conclusions now.” Harper said to me worriedly, “Natalie, if she really is, will we be kicked out of the house? The two of us will have to rely on each other. Will we go hungry and cold?” I patted her hand and said in a calm tone, “Mom, stop reading those ridiculous novels. No one can take away the billions in your bank account.” Hearing my words, Skylar’s face twisted, and her voice changed. “Billions? That’s all my money. You all have to leave it to me.” At this moment, another excited voice came from upstairs. “Mom, I found the bank card.” I looked up and saw a girl about my age standing by the second-floor railing, holding a black card high in her hand. I immediately recognized it as the card I had placed in the drawer of my room. Samuel said grimly, “When did she run up there? None of us noticed.” The girl named Emily looked down at me smugly from above. She said, “You’re Natalie? Just like your mom, you’re a fraud who took my place for eighteen years.” “From now on, your room, your clothes, your jewelry—all of it is mine.” I interrupted her, my patience completely gone. I said, “This isn’t over yet. You’re trespassing and committing robbery. I can call the police.” A trace of guilt flashed across Emily’s face, but she shouted loudly, “My mom has the test report. Sir Howard is my grandfather. That’s solid proof.” Skylar’s face was full of pride, as if she were holding some priceless treasure. She snorted lightly and said, “I specifically did a paternity test. I am the true daughter of the Howard family.” “Today, I’m not only here to claim my family but also to kick you two impostors out.” I opened the paternity test report. The last page indeed stated that Skylar is Nathan’s biological daughter. Samuel stood aside and lowered his voice to ask me, “Natalie, how do you think we should handle this? Could this be true?” I gave him a speechless glance. Samuel is obsessed with academic research, while Robert is only interested in painting. Neither of them cares about external matters. At this moment, they were completely at a loss, looking at each other, not knowing what to do. I had a strange expression, recalling some things Madelyn had told me before. I sneered inwardly, already having a rough idea. I was about to speak when the sound of footsteps approached. A voice asked, “What’s the big deal? Why did you call us back in such a hurry?” It was Madelyn. We were about to step forward to greet her, but a figure rushed past us even faster.

Skylar grabbed Madelyn’s hand, crying, her expression instantly turning sorrowful and aggrieved. She said, “Mom, I’ve been searching for you so hard. I’ve wandered outside for forty years and finally found my family now. “Thankfully, I didn’t give up. Now I can finally have a home.” Madelyn calmly glanced around the living room before asking, “You say you’re my daughter?” Skylar nodded frantically, then hurriedly snatched the identification report from my hand and handed it to Madelyn. After reading the identification report, Madelyn stared at Skylar for several seconds. Skylar didn’t notice the subtle change in Madelyn’s expression and pulled Emily forward. Emily cleverly greeted as well, her tone sweet and ingratiating. She said, “Grandma, I’m Emily, your biological granddaughter.” The mother and daughter squeezed next to Madelyn, their eyes wary, as if afraid we might approach. However, Madelyn didn’t give them the enthusiastic response they expected. She sat down on the chair, her expression serious, and said, “Switching babies is indeed a big deal. Nathan isn’t here yet. Why don’t you first explain how you discovered this?” At this, Skylar started choking up again. She said, “I grew up without parents, and my biggest wish has always been to find my family. “Last month, while sorting through my foster mother’s belongings, I accidentally found her diary. That’s when I learned that forty years ago, when I was born, she had switched me. “I spent so many days trying to find you. I even did a paternity test first, just to make sure you wouldn’t deny me.” Skylar’s words made her seem so aggrieved yet so considerate. She said, “I know you’ve developed feelings for the fake daughter over the years, and even my brothers have been taking my things for her. “You don’t have to consider my feelings and kick her out. Anyway, the house is big enough to support both of us.” As she spoke, she kept wiping the corners of her eyes while secretly glancing at Madelyn’s reaction. Madelyn stayed silent, while my two uncles were stunned. Robert couldn’t help but whisper, “But Harper and Natalie own several houses. They only come back here occasionally to stay anyway.” Skylar’s eyes instantly turned red, pointing at me and Harper in shock. She exclaimed excitedly, “Why do they get so many houses? That’s all the Howard family’s money. It should all be mine.” Skylar almost broke her voice and forgot to maintain her pitiful facade in front of Madelyn, unable to hide the jealousy in her tone. She said to Madelyn, “Mom, now that I’m back, shouldn’t everything that originally belonged to me be returned?” “The Howard family is so wealthy, Harper and Natalie must have plenty of assets under their names. Those houses, cars, and those hundreds of millions of dollars should all be returned to us.” Skylar hinted to my uncles, “Samuel, Robert, I’m just a woman and don’t know how to run a company. If Harper returns everything to me, I’ll give you all the company’s shares. How about that?” However, my two uncles just exchanged an awkward glance. Samuel said, “But we don’t handle the company’s affairs. We gave the shares to Natalie a long time ago. She’s the one Mom and Dad groomed as the heir.” Now it was Emily’s turn to scream. She broke down, pointing at me with eyes full of resentment. She shouted, “Why does Natalie get to inherit the company? I’m your real niece!” She then turned to Madelyn and said, “Grandma, are you really going to hand the family business to an outsider?” I let out a soft scoff and said, “Don’t think too highly of yourself. If the company isn’t handed to me to run, should it be given to you to squander?” Emily angrily said, “I am the real member of the Howard family. Once I reclaim my identity, everything in the Howard family will be mine.” “Once my grandpa arrives, I’ll make sure you all pay the price.”

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I am a high-end call girl at the Glamour Shade Club. But the richest man, Everett Garcia, offered me a billion dollars to marry his brother, Oliver Garcia. He did this only because Oliver refused to settle down as the family heir and insisted on humiliating himself to please a poor and stubborn woman, Mia Murphy. Oliver fought, raced cars, and set off fireworks worth tens of millions of dollars to boldly express his love for Mia. Mia kept saying she didn’t deserve Oliver while playing a game of “cat and mouse” with him, all the while using his status to make money. Everett said to me, “Within a month, I want her gone from Oliver’s side.” When I heard Everett say that, I originally wanted to refuse. But when I saw Mia’s profile, I laughed. I realized this woman was the one who bullied me back in school. I picked up the globally limited edition black card and replied, “I’ll take on this mission to save Oliver.” Oliver’s willingness to set aside his dignity for love, pleasing others and humbling himself to pursue Mia, had already become the talk of the town, sparking much discussion. Everyone was speculating about when Oliver would successfully win Mia over. Oliver’s friends even spent big money betting that he could win Mia over within a month. And it was at this moment that I announced to the public that Oliver and I were engaged. So, when I arrived at the bar where Mia worked, a group of wealthy people splashed wine on my face. I shuddered suddenly, cowering in fear and turning my head to the side. The shadow of the overhead light happened to cover my face. A man sneered and said, “Mr. Garcia likes Mia. I advise you not to ruin their relationship.” Mia was forcibly held on Oliver’s lap. Her eyes showed a hint of smugness, but her face was full of stubbornness and defiance. She shouted, “Oliver, I told you I don’t like you. Now, your fiancée is here. Let me go.” Mia spoke loudly, but her tone wasn’t truly disgusted; instead, it sounded jealous and angry. I sneered inwardly. After all these years, Mia’s way of outwardly rejecting while actually attracting others was still exactly the same as before. Unfortunately, I am no longer the Ariana Castillo who let her bully me back then. I slowly lifted my head, revealing slightly reddened eyes and a face that was both innocent and subtly seductive. A few strands of hair dampened by wine clung to my face. Today, I deliberately wore a white dress. After being soaked with wine, it clung tightly to my body, perfectly showcasing my curves. Everyone present froze for a moment when they saw my face. When their gaze shifted to my figure, the sound of gulping echoed one after another. Only Mia’s face turned as if she’d seen a ghost. She suddenly stood up from Oliver’s lap, staring at me blankly for a few seconds. Then, she asked in disbelief, “Ariana? How could you be Oliver’s fiancée?” I sighed softly, my face showing just the right amount of vulnerability and fragility. I said to her, “Ms. Murphy, rest assured. I won’t compete with you for Oliver.” I looked at Oliver, tears welling up in my eyes but not falling, making me appear both stubborn and delicate. Oliver’s favorite was exactly Mia’s stubborn yet delicate expression. And now I appeared even more stubborn and delicate than Mia. Sure enough, Oliver’s gaze at me changed, no longer as resolute. I said to Oliver, “Oliver, I know you don’t like me. I’m willing to cancel the engagement and let you and Ms. Murphy be together.” Oliver showed a surprised expression. Just as he was about to speak, I interrupted him. I looked at him pleadingly and said, “My grandfather is in poor health and will have surgery next month. If you want to call off the engagement, could you wait until after his surgery? I don’t want him to worry.” This pitiful, fragile, and helpless expression, I practiced it in front of the mirror for a long time because it most easily stirs a man’s protective instincts. Sure enough, before Oliver could speak, the person who had just splashed wine on my face couldn’t wait to speak. He said, “Ms. Castillo, don’t worry. Mr. Garcia will surely agree to this small matter. I accidentally splashed wine on you just now. Are you okay? It’s all my fault.” The others also spoke up apologetically. One person said, “Ms. Castillo, my family runs a hospital. Would your grandfather like to come to our hospital?” Another person said, “I know top doctors abroad who can perform surgery on your grandfather.” My face was filled with emotion, and I kept expressing my gratitude, but my gentle gaze remained fixed on Oliver. Oliver nodded somewhat guiltily. “If you want, we can wait until your grandfather recovers before calling off the engagement.” I finally smiled, and the tears that had been welling up in my eyes fell like pearls. I softly said, “Thank you, Oliver.” “Then I won’t disturb you and Ms. Murphy.” I turned and left. However, after just two steps, my body weakened, and I fell backward. I silently counted in my heart. By the time I reached three, a pair of warm hands caught me.

The one who caught me was Oliver. After I steadied myself, he immediately withdrew his hands and gave a light cough. Oliver said to me, “Let me take you back.” Then, seeing Mia’s gloomy face nearby, Oliver hurriedly explained to her. He said, “Mia, don’t overthink. Everett asked me to look after her. I’m worried it’s not safe for her to go home alone.” Mia’s gaze turned dark. She stubbornly said, “You don’t need to explain to me. She’s your fiancée. It’s only right for you to take her home.” After speaking, Mia gave me a fierce glare and then turned and left. Oliver stood there, not knowing what to do. I said considerately, “I can go back alone. Go check on Ms. Murphy. Don’t let me cause any misunderstandings between you two.” Oliver hesitated for two seconds, then ran after Mia in the direction she left. The others present all wanted to escort me back. I politely declined and then left. In the hallway, a drunk man stopped me. He asked, “How much for a night?” Disgust flashed in my eyes, and just as I was about to slap him, I heard Oliver’s soft, flattering voice to Mia not far away. I thought for a moment, then pretended to look very scared and took two steps back. I said, “You’ve got the wrong person. Please move aside.” The man cornered me against the wall and said, “You’re already out here selling your body, so stop pretending to be pure. Let me tell you, I have plenty of money.” After saying that, the man puckered his lips and lunged at me. The smell of alcohol mixed with bad breath from his mouth almost made me throw up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver walking over, chasing Mia. So, I immediately pretended to be very scared. I shouted, “Don’t come any closer! My fiancé is Mr. Garcia. If you dare treat me like this, he won’t let you off.” The man spat and said, “Mr. Garcia? He only knows how to please women. Be with me instead. I’m way better than that guy.” The man grabbed me. Just as his mouth was about to touch my lips, he suddenly let out a piercing scream. I looked up and saw Oliver twisting his arm and kicking him away. The man was about to get angry, but when he saw it was Oliver, he quickly begged for mercy. Oliver kicked him several more times before telling him to get lost. Then, Oliver turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I shook my head and said I was fine, but tears of fear kept falling. Oliver said with a guilty look, “I shouldn’t have let you walk alone. Let me take you back.” I looked at Mia, who had a gloomy expression. Then, I said, “What about Ms. Murphy? Maybe you should stay with Ms. Murphy instead?” Oliver said to Mia with guilt, “Mia, I’ll come back to you after I take Ariana home.” I stood behind Oliver and winked provocatively at Mia. Mia, very angry, said sarcastically, “If you want to take her, take her. What does it have to do with me?” “However, the guests here have sharp eyes. Ariana might really be out selling her body. Taking her home would just delay her making money, wouldn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow. I knew Mia said that on purpose to disgust me. But I have to admit, she guessed right. Unfortunately, I won’t admit it, and Oliver definitely won’t believe it. Sure enough, Oliver’s face was full of disappointment. He said to Mia, “I told you, there’s nothing between Ariana and me. Even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t say things like that.” Mia realized Oliver was truly angry, but she didn’t explain. Instead, she glared at me with resentment and malice. After getting in the car, I reached out to stop the uneasy Oliver. I said to him, “Go find Ms. Murphy. Just have the driver take me home.” “If you don’t go soon, Ms. Murphy might actually get angry.” Oliver was still hesitating at first. After hearing my words, he immediately agreed and instructed the driver to make sure I got home safely. After the car started, I saw Oliver standing still, calling Mia through the rearview mirror. I don’t know what Mia said, but Oliver angrily threw his phone to the ground. I smiled. What happened tonight has already created a rift between Oliver and Mia. Now, just one more thing needs to happen, and they will completely part ways. But I didn’t expect this to happen so soon.

A wealthy man named Henry Brooks fell in love with Mia. He bet on a car race with Oliver, and the stake was Mia. After Everett found out about this, he immediately called him to come home. However, Oliver not only ignored Everett’s words but also had reporters and media widely publicize the matter. When I arrived at the mountain-top road, reporters, media, and onlookers had the place tightly surrounded. The race was about to start, and Mia and Oliver were having a quarrel. Mia stubbornly raised her head and said to Oliver, “Oliver, what gives you the right to use me as a bet?” Oliver affectionately ruffled her hair and said, “Mia, don’t worry. Your boyfriend is strong. I won’t lose.” Mia snorted coldly and said, “Whether you win or lose is none of my business. And you’re not my boyfriend.” Henry, sitting on the motorcycle, whistled. “Mr. Garcia, did you hear that? Mia said you’re not her boyfriend.” “After tonight, I’ll be her boyfriend.” Oliver ignored Henry and patted the motorcycle behind him. He said to Mia, “Mia, get on.” Mia glanced at Oliver but turned and walked to Henry’s motorcycle. She asked Henry, “Can I sit?” Henry immediately smiled and made room. “My pleasure.” Saying this, Henry gave Oliver a provocative look. Oliver’s face instantly turned grim. He shouted, “Mia, come here!” Mia ignored him and instead stubbornly sat on Henry’s motorcycle. Henry smiled and said, “Mr. Garcia, since Mia chose me, let’s skip the race. Just admit defeat. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Mia.” Mia still said stubbornly, “I have nothing to do with Oliver.” The people around kept saying Oliver was no match for Henry, shouting for Oliver to admit defeat. And this scene was broadcast live by reporters and media. Oliver became completely furious. Just as he was about to bring Mia over, he saw me walking toward him. He frowned and said impatiently, “Why are you here? Did Everett send you to persuade me to give up the race?” I gently shook my head and said, “I’m here to race with you. Isn’t there still a spot on the back of your bike?” After saying that, I climbed onto his bike. Oliver frowned and said, “Get off. Racing is dangerous.” With a gentle expression, I stubbornly said, “I’m not afraid. Besides, I believe you’ll protect me.” Oliver softened and told me to hold on tight to him. I immediately complied, reaching out to wrap my arms around Oliver’s waist. The next second, I noticed Oliver’s body stiffen slightly. Seeing my action, Mia’s face darkened. Soon, the match began. Oliver and Henry chased each other, pushing their bikes to the max speed. In the end, Oliver left Henry far behind and won the race. Oliver excitedly hugged me and shouted, “We won!” I was about to hug back when Mia rushed over and pushed me away. I could have dodged, but I deliberately let her push me to the ground. My knee got scraped by the gravel on the ground, immediately bleeding, and the pain brought tears to my eyes. Oliver was shocked and quickly helped me up. He asked worriedly, “Ariana, are you okay?” I held back the pain and said in a seemingly innocent yet subtly provocative tone, “I’m fine. Oliver, Ms. Murphy didn’t mean it. She just got anxious seeing me in your car and ended up pushing me.” Oliver turned his head, angrily looked at Mia, and commanded, “Apologize to Ariana!” Mia said in disbelief, “I didn’t push her. Ariana is framing me. She’s taking revenge on me.” Oliver’s face showed disappointment. He asked Mia, “Why would Ariana take revenge on you for no reason?” “Mia, how did you become like this?” Mia’s words were stuck, and she couldn’t say a single word. Oliver picked me up and then turned to leave. Looking at Mia’s almost twisted face, I smiled silently.

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My parents Axel Diaz and Claire Diaz were nominated as “CNN Heroes” candidates. They were selected because, despite being paralyzed, they collected and sold scrap to raise me into the top scorer in the SAT. The day the Harvard admission letter arrived, the TV crew came to interview me. They asked me what my wish was after becoming the top scorer in the SAT. I told them, “I don’t have any other wishes, I just want to invite you to my home for a seven-day secret live-streaming. Let everyone see how my parents raised a child from the mountains to become the top scorer in the SAT.” The TV crew happily agreed. They thought I was a filial, sensible child and wanted the entire American audience to know how hard Axel and Claire worked to raise me. However, when the live-streaming began, the entire American audience realized their previous thoughts were wrong. As soon as the secret live-streaming started, tens of thousands of viewers flooded into the live-streaming channel. [Are these the parents of the top scorer in the SAT? They look like simple and honest folks.] [They are amazing. Despite being disabled, they managed to send their daughter to a top university by collecting scrap.] [They truly deserve to be nominated as “CNN Heroes.”] The comments are full of praise for Axel and Claire. The day I became the top scorer in the SAT, Axel and Claire became famous. They became “CNN Heroes” nominees for their incredible story of raising their daughter into a Harvard scholar despite being disabled and relying on collecting scrap. This secret live-streaming was something I proactively proposed to the TV station without Axel and Claire knowing. Mini cameras were installed in my house and on the clothes Axel, Claire, and I often wear. I wanted everyone in America to see firsthand how Axel and Claire raised me to become the top scorer in the SAT. In the live-streaming footage, Axel and Claire were busy in the kitchen, pushing their wheelchairs, and soon served the dishes on the table. The three of us sat at the dining table, and the scene looked very warm and cozy. Axel pushed a full plate of pan-seared beef with celery puree in front of me, telling me to eat more. He said, “Eloise, Claire heard your acceptance letter is arriving today. At dawn, she dragged me to the market to buy the freshest celery and beef, saying she wanted you to have the freshest ingredients. You should eat more.” Eloise Diaz is my name. Claire smiled in agreement, continuously placing beef with celery puree onto my plate. She said, “My daughter is truly amazing. The only wish Axel and I have in this life is for you not to suffer like we did. When you go to college, you must study hard. That way, you can have a good life after graduation.” Axel and Claire gently touched my Harvard acceptance letter, both moved to tears. The audience also sighed, saying that Axel and Claire’s hard days were finally coming to an end. They said that once I graduate from Harvard and find a good job, my parents would no longer have to work hard every day collecting recyclables to make a living. Looking at the beef with celery puree on the plate, I hesitated to eat. I said, “Dad, Mom, I don’t eat celery.” Claire thought I was being picky and tried to persuade me, “Eloise, be good. Your body is already weak, eating more vegetables is good for you, so you can get enough nutrition.” Axel nodded in agreement and said, “That’s right, Eloise. When you go to Cambridge for college, Claire and I won’t be there to cook for you. You can’t start being picky like others.” Hearing this, the audience began criticizing me in the comments for being immature. [Eloise, your mom is cooking for you even in a wheelchair. You can’t let them down.] [I lost all my good feelings for her. Turns out she’s so hard to please.] [So speechless. Turns out Eloise is someone who doesn’t know gratitude.] [If I dared to be picky, my mom would have slapped me in the face already.] Under Axel and Claire’s persuasion, along with the audience’s criticism, I finally picked up the fork and ate the beef with celery puree on the plate. Seeing me eat, Claire was very happy and kept urging me to eat more, afraid I wouldn’t have enough. Axel also praised me for being a good kid. The audience directly praised Axel and Claire as good parents, patiently coaxing me even just to eat. However, just two minutes after swallowing the beef with celery puree, I started breathing heavily, struggling for air. Then, everything went black, and I fainted on the ground.

When I woke up again, I was already in the county hospital. The doctor was relentlessly scolding Axel and Claire. “How could you as parents be so careless? She’s severely allergic to celery. If you’d brought her in any later, she could have died! You must be more careful next time. She can’t have even a trace of celery.” After hearing the doctor’s words, the audience of the live-streaming channel began to change their attitude toward Axel and Claire. [What’s going on? They don’t even know their own daughter, whom they raised, is allergic to celery?] [I feel like they’re so irresponsible. They almost got their daughter killed.] While the audience was still feeling puzzled, Claire, with red eyes, rushed to me and apologized. She held my hand, her voice choked as she said, “I’m sorry, Eloise. I didn’t mean to. My Alzheimer’s acted up again, so I forgot about your celery allergy.” Axel also came over and said, “Eloise, Claire and I occasionally have Alzheimer’s episodes and almost hurt you. You’re our precious daughter. Thank goodness you’re okay. If something happened to you, how could Claire and I go on living?” Axel and Claire kept apologizing and repenting, their eyes filled with fear and regret. Hearing Axel and Claire’s explanation, the audience began apologizing in the comment section, saying they had misunderstood them. [I knew there must be a reason for what they did. How could parents harm their own child?] [These parents are so kind. I almost misunderstood them.] [Oh my. They haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life with their daughter and already have Alzheimer’s. They are truly so pitiful.] I didn’t express my stance, and the audience felt I shouldn’t have done that. Axel and Claire tried various ways to cheer me up, hoping for my forgiveness. Claire said, “Eloise, we really didn’t mean it. Please don’t blame us. We’ll be more careful in the future.” “I’ll note it down in my notebook when I get back, and I won’t let you have an allergic reaction again.” They both looked incredibly sincere, their eyes filled with intense emotion as they gazed at me. I lowered my eyes and just softly said, “Mm.” After gaining my forgiveness, Axel and Claire finally smiled. My allergy was severe, so I stayed in the hospital for treatment and rest for several days. These days, Axel and Claire took turns staying with me. At night, if Axel stayed with me at the hospital, Claire would go home to prepare my meals for the next day. Conversely, if Claire stayed with me, Axel would go home to prepare the meals. They kept switching, both revolving entirely around me. Seeing Axel and Claire’s love for me, the audience couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky I am to have such a family. And I enjoyed Axel and Claire’s thoughtful care. On the third day of my hospital stay, Axel and Claire pulled me out of bed. They patiently and repeatedly explained reasons for my own good. Claire said, “Eloise, you’ve been lying down for so many days, you should get some exercise. How about climbing the stairs to work out a bit? Only by exercising more can your body recover faster.” Axel said, “Exactly. You still have outdoor training when school starts. If you don’t exercise more now, you might not hold up during the training. If you faint, Claire and I will be worried.” Knowing how thoughtful Axel and Claire were, the audience started praising them once again. [Oh my gosh! I really wish I had parents who cared so much for their daughter.] [This is what exemplary parents should be like.] [Eloise is really lucky.] Axel and Claire pulled me toward the hospital stairwell, but I shook off their hands. My tone was very calm. “Dad, Mom, I’m not going.” Claire started persuading me with all kinds of kind words and reasoning, “Eloise, be good, don’t throw a tantrum. We’re doing this for your own good.” Seeing that I wouldn’t listen to them, the audience said Axel and Claire had my best interests at heart, but I couldn’t tell right from wrong and didn’t appreciate it. Axel and Claire surrounded me, trying to persuade me, looking like they wouldn’t give up unless I went. I got a bit annoyed by their pestering and couldn’t take it anymore, so I followed them to climb the stairs. Axel and Claire made me climb from the first floor to the sixth floor repeatedly. Claire stayed at the first-floor stairway, while Axel stayed on the sixth floor. By the third climb, a sharp pain struck my chest. Then, everything went black, and I collapsed on the fourth floor.

A passing doctor found me. After being rescued, I barely survived. As soon as I was wheeled out of the emergency room, the doctor scolded Axel and Claire, who were waiting at the door. He angrily said, “What kind of parents are you? Your daughter has a heart condition, and you still make her do such intense exercise?” “If it weren’t for the passing doctor, your daughter would have died.” At this moment, the viewers of the live-streaming channel were stunned. [Eloise’s parents, what are they even doing? If it’s not an allergy, it’s a heart attack.] [How has Eloise survived until now?] [What are they doing? How could the parents not know their daughter has a heart condition?] [Why do I feel like the more I watch, the stranger it gets?] The comments are full of viewers’ doubts. I groggily opened my eyes, and Axel and Claire immediately pounced on me. Claire kept crying, slapping herself frantically. “Eloise, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I forgot about your heart condition again.” Axel looked dejected and helpless. “Eloise, it’s all our fault. We were careless and almost hurt you again.” I stared at them blankly, without saying a word. This scene attracted quite a crowd to watch the commotion. Axel and Claire panicked a little. Claire said, “Eloise, our intentions were all for your good. We didn’t expect you to fall ill.” Axel said, “As long as you’re willing to forgive Claire and me again, we’ll agree to any condition you ask.” Some people around started thinking I was being unreasonable, making my parents apologize. Even the doctor tried to persuade me, saying they are my parents after all and that I shouldn’t make the situation too awkward. Of course, some viewers of the live-streaming channel also agreed with this opinion. They felt that since Axel and Claire had already apologized, if I kept holding out, it would be immoral and disrespectful to my parents. [Parents are bound to make mistakes as they get older. As long as she’s fine, that’s what matters.] [Yeah. They just love Eloise too much. When Eloise got hurt, they were the ones who felt the worst.] [Eloise, your parents only want the best for you. Don’t make them sad.] I glanced at the people around me, then at Axel and Claire, who were apologizing remorsefully. After a long while, I took a deep breath and told them to get up. Axel and Claire solemnly swore to be more careful with me in the future and never let me get hurt again. Claire vowed, “Eloise, if we ever hurt you again, may we be cursed and die in agony.” Axel said, “You are our only child. We are willing to trade our lives for your lifelong safety.” They kept their word, taking care of me with utmost attention, and no accidents ever happened again. Later, I stayed in the hospital for several more days before finally being discharged and returning home. At this time, there was still a month before school started. Axel and Claire brought a pile of books for me to study. Claire piled the books on my bed and patiently advised, “Eloise, even though you got into Harvard, you can’t slack off. Harvard is full of talented people. You need to start studying now, or you’ll feel a lot of pressure later.” Axel patted my head and told me to study hard. “Those with less ability need to start earlier. Working harder is never wrong.” At this moment, the viewers of the live-streaming channel were deeply moved. [Eloise’s parents are so wonderful, thinking everything through for her.] [I dream of having parents like this.] [They are truly role models. Parents who don’t love their children should take a look.] [I’ve become their fan. Only parents like this deserve to have children.] Looking at the mountain of college books in front of me, this time, I didn’t study according to Axel and Claire’s wishes. In front of Axel, Claire, and all the viewers on the live-streaming channel, I reached out and pushed all the books off the bed onto the floor. Then, I lifted my eyes and met Axel and Claire’s gaze. My gaze was icy, and my tone was extremely grim. “I won’t study.” Axel and Claire were stunned by my cold demeanor. After carefully observing me, they softened their tone to coax me. Claire said, “Eloise, we’re doing this for your own good. You must…” “Are you deaf? I said, I won’t study!” I directly interrupted them before they could finish. I tore up the remaining books on the bed and threw them to the ground. I knew in my heart that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. The audience was shocked by the sudden twist. Just as they were about to scold me, the rebellious child, Axel and Claire’s expressions suddenly changed. What they said and did next shocked all the viewers on the live-streaming channel, leaving their faces pale. Axel roared, “Eloise, you!”

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In my past life, my husband Jacob Price used his brother Luca Price’s corpse to fake his own death. He did this to steal the identity of the richest man in Luca’s village and take Luca’s beautiful wife, Sadie Taylor, for himself. I saw through his plan and begged him to come home. But Jacob protected the seductive Sadie and coldly pushed me away. He said to me, “Charlotte, the dead can’t come back to life. Stop being crazy.” Charlotte Gomez is my name. Jacob, afraid I would expose his plan, pushed me into the icy river. I eventually froze to death. Our five-year-old daughter, Aria Price, was locked in a dog kennel and ultimately starved to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he held the fake funeral. This time, I didn’t expose him. Crying, I cooperated with them and said, “It’s hot. Let’s cremate the body quickly. We shouldn’t waste time.” While Jacob went to destroy the evidence of the body, I went straight to the police station and completely canceled “Jacob’s” identity. I held the urn and smiled as I collected a large amount of death compensation. ***** Jacob said, “Charlotte, please restrain your grief. The dead cannot come back to life.” His eyes were red, and he looked at me with a face full of sorrow, imitating Luca’s tone of voice. Looking at the man’s body, I let out a coordinated scream. I threw myself onto the body, crying out with all my strength, “How could you leave me like this?” His mother, Layla Price, came over and pulled me, repeatedly saying, “Charlotte, stop crying. Jacob is gone, but Luca is back. Our family has a pillar again.” I acted as if I had “suddenly understood,” wiped my tears, and said in a choked voice, “Luca, from now on, our family will completely rely on you.” Jacob looked at me with a complicated expression and said, “Charlotte, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you and the child suffer.” As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced toward the doorway of the inner room. There, Sadie was leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing a stylish red dress, which made her skin look delicate, her face beautiful, and her curves, especially her chest, very pronounced. She looked at Jacob with eyes full of temptation, a hint of a smug smile on her face. In the 1980s, the wealthiest man in the village, Luca, was a legendary figure in all the nearby villages. His beautiful wife, Sadie, was even the object of many men’s fantasies late at night. Jacob had long desired her. I cried for a while, then wiped away my tears. I said to Jacob, “It’s hot, and the body can’t be left for too long. Quickly contact the crematorium so he can leave with dignity. Let’s not waste time.” Hearing this, Jacob seemed as if he had been pardoned and immediately nodded, saying, “Charlotte, you’re right. I’ll take care of it right away.” Jacob couldn’t wait to load the body into the car, more eager than anyone to destroy the evidence. In the previous life, Jacob swapped bodies, using Luca’s corpse to fake his death and be with Sadie. Layla also cursed me, calling me a bringer of bad luck, saying I caused Jacob’s death and told me to take care of the newly postpartum Sadie. Their whole family conspired together, trying to make me work for them. But I saw through that Jacob wasn’t dead, cried, and begged him to come home, asking why he was pretending to be Luca. Jacob protected the alluring Sadie, said I was crazy and talking nonsense, then pushed me, who couldn’t swim, into the icy river. Our five-year-old daughter Aria cried and asked her dad why he didn’t want her anymore, but she was locked in the doghouse, starving for seven days and nights. We, the helpless mother and daughter, one froze to death, and the other starved to death. Living this life again, I’d rather be a widow than have this bastard of a man. I thought coldly, “Jacob, since you want so much to be Luca and live with Sadie, I’ll grant your wish. Be Luca for the rest of your life.” Jacob moved quickly and returned with an urn in less than half a day. The house had already set up a simple mourning hall according to funeral customs. In the photo on the altar was Jacob’s smiling face. Jacob is truly impressive; he actually managed to bury “himself.” The villagers and neighbors came to pay their respects. Seeing someone who was fine just a few days ago turned into a box of ashes, everyone couldn’t help but sigh. My face was pale, my appearance haggard, and I had lost a lot of weight. To others, I truly looked like a grieving widow who had just lost her husband. Jacob, no, I should call him “Luca” now. He wrapped his arm around Sadie’s slender waist and walked up to me. Then, in Luca’s tone, he said, “Charlotte, Sadie is frail and can’t stand for too long.” He helped Sadie sit down on a nearby chair, his face full of feigned sorrow and undeniable tenderness. I didn’t want to look at their disgusting display, but Sadie spoke up. Her charming eyes glanced at me sideways, her tone carrying a sense of condescension. She said, “Charlotte, Jacob is dead now. You’re a woman with a sick child; you’ll need Luca’s help sooner or later. You can’t just take advantage for free, can you?” Her greed was undisguised in her words. “Luca” immediately followed her words, saying, “Yes, Charlotte. I remember Jacob mentioned you still have a thousand dollars in private savings. That was from your mom, right? Why not take it out and buy Sadie a VCD player to keep her entertained at home?” “You’re a widow with a child, what do you need so much money for? If Sadie feels better, she’ll be able to take better care of you and your daughter in the future.” I suddenly lifted my head, my bloodshot eyes staring at him intently. That thousand dollars was the last bit of personal savings my mom painstakingly left me before she passed away, and it was also the money I had set aside to take Aria to treat her asthma. How dare he set his sights on that money? “Luca” felt a bit guilty under my gaze but still held his head high. He shouted, “Why are you staring at me? This is what Jacob promised me when he was alive. He said he’d save up to buy me a motorcycle. Now he’s dead. You should hand over the money, right? Besides, Sadie suffered so much with Luca. Now that Luca’s gone, can’t I, as his brother, make it up to Sadie?” In his panic, he even forgot his current identity, switching between being Luca and Jacob in his words. The villagers around were confused but all felt that asking a newly widowed woman for money was highly immoral. I stayed silent for a few seconds, then suddenly covered my face with my hands and burst into tears. I shouted, “I have no money left. Not a single cent. Jacob spent all his money on eating, drinking, and gambling, and even secretly took mine. I don’t even have money to buy medicine for Aria now.” “Luca” panicked and blurted out, “Impossible. You clearly still have a thousand dollars. That passbook is right in…” He stopped halfway through his sentence, his face turning extremely grim. Hearing his words, I cried even harder. I pointed at him and said, “Luca, my husband just died, his body isn’t even cold yet, and you’re here pressuring a widow about her private savings. Are you trying to drive Aria and me to death?” The things I cried about Jacob’s drinking, gambling, and whoring were, of course, false. Jacob may be a jerk, but he’s not that bad. But now, he has no way to refute it. The people around looked at me with sympathy and started persuading “Luca,” telling him as a grown man to be more forgiving. A woman said, “Luca, Charlotte has it tough.” A man said, “Yes. She’ll need you to take care of her more in the future.” Another man asked, “You’re the richest person in the village. What do you need that thousand dollars for?” “Luca’s” face looked terrible, too angry to speak.

I let out a cold laugh, then turned and rushed into the house, grabbing all of Jacob’s belongings, including his work clothes and our wedding photo. I said, “Jacob only left these useless things. I’ll burn them right now in front of everyone, so some people stop thinking about them.” I brought out a fire pit, threw everything in, and lit it directly. Flames instantly leapt up. “Charlotte, what are you doing?” “Luca” instinctively wanted to rush over to stop me, but he took one step and then stopped, his face extremely grim. He’s “Luca” now, what right does he have to stop me from burning my “dead husband’s” belongings? I picked up our wedding photo. In the picture, he was smiling brightly, and my eyes were full of happiness. I stared at the photo for a few seconds, then resolutely threw it into the fire pit. The glass of the photo frame shattered from the heat, making a crackling sound. “Luca” finally couldn’t hold back. He rushed over, his voice trembling. “Charlotte, these are Jacob’s keepsakes for you. What do you mean by burning them all?” I raised my tear-filled eyes and said, choking and fiercely, “He’s already dead. “What’s the point of keeping these lifeless things? “What’s more, you’re all pressuring me. My husband just died, and you’re already asking for money. Are you so eager to exploit us, a helpless mother and daughter?” I cried uncontrollably, overwhelmed with sorrow. Everyone around was moved, and the way they looked at “Luca” and Sadie changed. “Luca’s” face turned pale, his fists clenched, but he could only watch as I burned every trace of his existence in this world to ashes bit by bit. Back in the house, Aria tugged at my clothes, looking up with her pale face. She asked me in confusion, “Mom, that man outside is clearly Dad. Why does everyone call him Uncle?” My heart ached sharply. Yeah, even a five-year-old child can recognize him, yet he can harden his heart and ignore his own daughter. I held Aria tightly in my arms, trying hard not to let my tears fall. I said, “Aria, be good. That’s not your dad. Your dad has gone far away.” The next day, I entrusted Aria to a relatively trustworthy neighbor and got on the bus to the county town. I went to the textile factory where Luca used to work and went straight to the director, Daniel Nelson. Daniel, a kind-looking middle-aged man, sighed when he saw me and said, “Charlotte, we heard about Jacob. It’s such a pity. He was the youngest workshop director in our factory.” I lowered my head, my shoulders trembling slightly, pretending to be deeply saddened. Daniel comforted me, saying, “Jacob passed away on his way to fetch materials. If you have any difficulties, just let us know. The factory will do its best to help.” That’s exactly what I was waiting for. I immediately raised my head without hesitation and voiced the plan I had already prepared. I said, “Daniel, I request to have Jacob’s personal information removed from the factory records and to settle the compensation for his work-related death in a lump sum to me. As for the unallocated house, please convert it into cash and give it to me as well.” Daniel was a bit surprised. “Remove his personal information? Charlotte, according to the rules, you can take over Jacob’s position and work at the factory. Also, the compensation can be received monthly. This way, you and Aria will have some security in life.” This is exactly what I want to avoid. Taking over the position would mean I remain entangled with this factory and the Price family. I shook my head, tears streaming down again. “Daniel, I don’t want to stay in this heartbreaking place anymore. Aria has asthma. I want to take her to the big city for treatment. Staying here, every time I see the factory, I think of Jacob. I just can’t hold on any longer.” “So, I want to receive the compensation in one lump sum, then leave here with my child and start over.” My reasoning is perfectly valid. A grieving widow wanting to leave a place of sorrow—no one can say anything against that. Daniel thought for a moment, then nodded. “I understand how you feel. Alright. Rest assured, Jacob had his accident while sourcing materials for the factory, which definitely counts as a work-related death. The compensation will be given generously.”

The paperwork was processed faster than I expected. Three days later, I not only received Jacob’s official death certificate and identity cancellation documents but also a $3,000 compensation and a $50,000 housing subsidy. This was a huge amount of money in 1988. I clutched the money and documents tightly and returned to that disgusting home. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Layla sitting there resting. Seeing me come in, she said in a sarcastic tone, “The bringer of bad luck is back? Your man is dead, and you’re still running around all day. Which wild man are you seducing out there? My son was so unlucky to marry someone as cursed as you.” In the corner of the yard, five-year-old Aria was squatting on the ground, struggling to scrub a big basin of clothes. Her little hands, red from the cold, were covered in soap suds. My anger instantly boiled over, and I immediately rushed over to pick up Aria. I roared, “Aria is only five years old. Can’t you see her hands are swollen from soaking?” Layla put her hands on her hips and started cursing. She said, “You and Aria live in the Price House, eat the Price family’s food. If you don’t work, do you still expect to be treated like princesses?” I let out a cold laugh and said, “Fine. Since you say so, we’ll leave. After all, my husband is already dead. Staying here makes me an outsider. I won’t take advantage of the Price family.” Saying that, I turned around with Aria in my arms, ready to leave. Layla panicked and rushed over to stop me. “You want to leave? Not so easy. Sadie is about to have a baby. If you leave, who will take care of her? You’ve been living off my family for free all these years, and now you want to go? No way.” Under the window in the inner room, Sadie was touching her barely showing belly, looking at me smugly. She said, “Charlotte, it’s not my fault your womb failed you. I’m carrying Luca’s only heir, the Price family’s only grandson. You better serve me well.” Jacob walked out from behind her, one hand supporting her waist. He said to me in a commanding tone, “Charlotte, my mom’s getting old, and Sadie needs care right now. Stop throwing a tantrum.” I laughed out of anger. Where was he, as a husband, when I was pregnant with Aria? When my water broke, I went to the town hospital alone, in pain so severe I nearly died. Because the ultrasound showed I was having a girl, Layla treated me horribly. After I gave birth, she didn’t even give me a single bowl of hot soup. Jacob, using work as an excuse, didn’t come to the hospital even once. Now, what right do they have to expect me to serve like a slave the woman who took my husband and my place? I clenched my teeth and carried Aria back to our small, dark room. After closing the door, I carefully wiped her hands dry and applied my homemade hand cream. Outside the door, I heard Luca and Sadie talking in hushed tones. “Look at Charlotte like that. If it weren’t for your cleverness in taking Luca’s identity, the kids and I would’ve been bullied to death by her,” Sadie said in a sweet, coquettish voice. Luca’s voice was very gentle. He said, “Don’t worry, Sadie. For you and our child, I’m willing to do anything. I will protect you both for a lifetime.” “My mom is on your side too. Otherwise, why would she agree to me pretending to be Luca? She only cares about money and her grandson.” My palms ached sharply from my nails digging in, and my lips were almost bitten to the point of bleeding. It turns out, the child in Sadie’s belly is actually Jacob’s. It turns out, they had been together all along. It turns out, Layla knew about the whole thing from the very beginning. Their whole family teamed up to treat me like a fool, a tool they could sacrifice and manipulate at will. Looking at Aria’s peaceful sleeping face, I took a deep breath and kept telling myself in my heart, “Charlotte, soon. You’ll soon be able to take the child and leave this hell.” Sure enough, two days later, Daniel sent me a message through someone, saying that the General Services Administration was short of an accountant. He had already arranged it for me, and I could report anytime. I immediately packed the few belongings Aria and I had, grabbed all my possessions and documents, and got ready to leave at dawn. But I didn’t expect that as soon as I opened the door holding Aria, I saw Luca’s grim face. He stared intently at the bulging backpack in my hand, his tone icy cold. He asked, “Charlotte, with that backpack, where are you planning to take Aria?”

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Dominic Hayes had a chilling obsession: curating the moans of women. He was a genius music producer. For eight years of marriage, he’d brought home one woman after another, yet he’d never once touched me. On the anniversary of my mother’s death, he actually brought home my stepsister, Seraphina Thorne, the woman who had caused my mother’s demise. The sounds of their passion were so loud, they echoed through the entire floor. By morning, Seraphina purposefully showed off the lingering marks of their intimacy. “Oh, Amy, being Dominic’s woman is absolutely divine.” She giggled, “Oops, I forgot you’re mute, Amy. Can’t make a sound, can you? Or are you still a virgin?” Ten years ago, that fire stole my voice, and with it, my chance to charm Dominic. I’d gone mad, made scenes, but he’d only coldly retorted, “If it wasn’t for your mother guilt-tripping me into this marriage, why would I ever marry you?” I ignored Seraphina’s taunts, calmly opening my laptop to import audio for editing. Dominic, emerging from the bathroom, roughly shoved my chair aside. “These sounds are exquisite. I’ll handle this myself.” He tossed a black card at me. “I’m busy on our anniversary. Figure something out for yourself.” But he probably forgot. The divorce agreement he’d handed me on our wedding night was set to expire in just ten days.

I sent an email to the person I’d never met. “Does your promise from back then still stand? I’ll come find you abroad in ten days.” “What are you being so secretive about? Who are you emailing?” Dominic’s voice cut through the silence from behind me, making me jump and snap my laptop shut. He didn’t probe further, just impatiently waved his hand. “Don’t dawdle. Come out with me.” The car stopped in front of a high-end bridal boutique. He sat down, flipping through catalogs leisurely for almost half an hour, finally pointing to two wedding dresses. “Hey, which one do you think looks better?” Staring at those two gorgeous white gowns, my heart fluttered with a ridiculous hope. Eight years of marriage, and all we had was a marriage certificate. No wedding photos, no ceremony. He once said that weddings were the most hypocritical form of performative nonsense. Was he, now…? Before that ridiculous hope could even fully form in my mind, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Sera has such a great figure, she’d look stunning in anything. It’s so hard to choose.” My heart instantly sank. So, he didn’t hate performative nonsense. He just hated performing it for me. I dug my nails into my palms, just barely keeping my emotions in check. He glanced at me sideways, his tone mocking. “Stop looking like a wronged woman. If I hadn’t married you, she’d have had my name years ago. Now I can only compensate her with a bridal photoshoot. What else do you have to be unhappy about?” Just then, his phone rang. His assistant must have said something urgent because Dominic’s face instantly darkened. He shot up from his seat. “Send me the link! Get everyone in PR to the conference room, immediately!” He hung up, staring at his phone screen, his eyes chillingly grim. #Rising Starlet Seraphina Thorne Secretly Meets Acclaimed Director, Spends Three Hours Together At Hotel# Below, there were several blurry, intimate photos of Seraphina. He cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and stormed out. I followed him to the garage. Before I could even buckle up, the car lurched forward. My forehead slammed hard against the window, and my vision swam. As soon as we arrived at the company, Seraphina burst into tears, throwing herself into his arms. “Dominic, I’m ruined! Those photos…” Dominic patted her back, his voice a gentle murmur I’d never heard directed at me. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. The sky won’t fall.” During the emergency meeting, the head of PR nervously proposed a plan. “Mr. Hayes, the only way now is to find someone with a similar build to Miss Thorne, and have them claim the person in the photos is themselves.” The moment he finished speaking, everyone’s eyes simultaneously landed on me. Dominic’s eyes lit up. For the first time, he took my hand and led me into his office. “Amy, you and Sera are half-sisters, you look six parts alike. For Sera’s acting career, would you make this sacrifice for her?” I felt a chilling numbness spread through me, staring at him in disbelief. He knew, he knew that Seraphina and her mother were the ones who drove my mother to her grave! I shook my head frantically, trying to run out, but he grabbed me from behind. “Just a few photos to cover it up! It won’t kill you! I won’t shortchange you once it’s done.” I struggled, shaking my head even harder, but he ignored me, roughly throwing me onto the sofa. He leaned over me, pinning my legs with his knee, one hand tearing at my clothes, the other holding his phone. Eight years of marriage, and this was the first time he’d been this close to me, our breaths mingling. But it was to force me to take degrading photos, to cover for my enemy. Tears streamed down my face, disappearing into my hair. After he got the photos he wanted, he looked down at me, sprawled like a broken doll. “Be obedient. The position of Mrs. Hayes will always be yours.” A cold laugh echoed in my heart. Mrs. Hayes? I didn’t want that position anymore. And you, Dominic, I didn’t want you either.

At the press conference, Dominic Hayes held Seraphina Thorne tightly. “Ladies and gentlemen, regarding the baseless rumors circulating online, I want to clarify something here. Yes, someone acted improperly. And yes, someone took inappropriate photos. But that person wasn’t Seraphina. It was her half-sister, Amelia Vance.” Seraphina’s eyes welled up, looking on the verge of tears, her face a picture of wronged innocence. “Amy felt I took away our father’s love, but I never imagined she would try to ruin me this way. Still, no matter what, she’s my sister, and I don’t blame her…” He held Seraphina close, walking away without a backward glance, leaving me alone on the stage. All the cameras and microphones instantly swiveled to face me. “Miss Vance, are you jealous of your sister? Is that why you’re trying to frame her?” “What is your purpose behind such a despicable act?” “Please answer! Why aren’t you speaking?” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. In despair, I climbed the steps, urgently signing with my hands. “I am Dominic Hayes’ legal wife. We’ve been married for eight years. Since his true love is her, I will step aside and let them be together. Dominic Hayes, let’s get a divorce!” A reporter in the crowd who understood sign language gasped, quickly translating to those around her. “Eight years? Dominic has been married for eight years?” “Then Seraphina is officially the mistress?” “Oh my God! They were just twisting the truth and trying to pin all the blame on the original wife!” The tide of public opinion instantly turned. My phone vibrated non-stop, Dominic Hayes’ calls flashing across the screen. In eight years of marriage, he hadn’t called me this many times in half an hour combined. He was panicking. As soon as I got home, Dominic, absolutely furious, violently slammed me against the wall in the entryway. “Amelia, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? Who gave you permission to spout nonsense out there?” My back throbbed with pain, but I stubbornly looked up, signing my retort. “Whether I’m your wife or not is for the law to decide.” Dominic laughed, a cruel, mirthless sound, as if I’d told the greatest joke. “Have I ever touched you? This ‘wife’ title is nothing more than your mother’s dying wish, guilt-tripping me into marriage!” He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Yes, I married you! But Sera saved my life. Without her, I’d be dead! I owe her my life, so it’s only right that I treat her well!” My heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand needles, a dense, throbbing ache. “I’m sorry for wasting so many years of your life. Dominic, let’s get a divorce!” Dominic roughly pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my chin. “Why now, Amelia? If you want a divorce, fine, but don’t expect a single penny from me!” “I’ll walk away with absolutely nothing!” He was no longer the man I remembered, and he had long forgotten our unspoken promise. I expected him to agree immediately, but to my surprise, he fell silent. “Amelia, marriage isn’t a game. Let’s talk once you’ve calmed down.” Watching his retreating back, I couldn’t help but laugh, but as I laughed, tears streamed down my face. He said marriage wasn’t a game, yet on our wedding night, he handed me a divorce agreement. “My heart already belongs to someone else. I won’t touch you. After eight years, you’ll know when to leave gracefully.” I thought true love could conquer all, but after eight years of struggling, I was exhausted. With only five days left until the agreement took effect, I began to pack my bags. Going downstairs to take out the trash, I ran into Dominic and Seraphina, deep in an intimate moment. “Dominic, your birthday is coming up. What kind of gift do you want?” Dominic chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss Seraphina’s forehead. “I want to hear you sing. Could you record ‘Every Tomorrow’ for me? You sang it before, and I loved it.” Seraphina was tone-deaf; she couldn’t sing at all. “Dominic, my throat has been a little scratchy lately. How about I record it in a few days?” “Every Tomorrow” – that was my favorite song.

On our first wedding anniversary, I had edited and packaged that very song, recorded when my voice was still good, as a birthday gift for him. But he hadn’t even looked at it, casually tossing it into the deepest part of his closet. And that very night, he’d brought home his first woman, beginning his absurd string of affairs. Four days before my departure, I went to the cemetery to visit my mother. She had been a renowned composer, and her greatest regret on her deathbed was leaving her magnum opus unfinished. Before I left, I wanted to fulfill her final wish. I locked myself in my room, pouring three days and nights into the composition, finally completing it. “Whispers of Moonlight”—a song overflowing with my mother’s selfless love for me. Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep, cradling the sheet music. When I woke, the internet was ablaze with entertainment headlines. #Genius Music Prodigy Seraphina Thorne Releases New Original Song ‘Whispers Of Moonlight’—Allegedly ATribute To Parents’ Love!# That was my song, the one I had just finished. My hands trembling, I clicked on the video. Seraphina, dressed in a white gown, sat at a piano, playing “Whispers of Moonlight,” the song my mother and I had co-created. “This song is dedicated to my beloved father and mother, commemorating their unwavering love…” The comment section was filled with praise. “So touching! Seraphina’s parents must have such an amazing love story!” “This is a true ode to love!” My blood ran cold, my mouth agape, unable to breathe. My mother was hospitalized, the doctor saying she needed complete rest. While I was away, Seraphina brought a tablet to my mother’s bedside. “Don’t Dad and my mom look so good together?” On the screen, my father and Seraphina’s mother were entangled on my mother’s very bed! My mother instantly coughed up blood. Without a word, she breathed her last. Seraphina and her mother—they were the murderers who had driven my mother to her death. How dared she use that song to glorify their filthy affair? How dared she desecrate my mother’s final masterpiece? Rage burned away my reason. I stormed out of the house, heading straight for Seraphina’s apartment. “That piece is mine! How dare you steal it?” Seraphina crossed her arms, a malicious, triumphant smile on her face. “That trashy song? Oh, Dominic gave it to me. He said a mute like you had no use for it, so why not let me put it to good use?” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Amy, don’t waste your energy. No matter what I do, Dominic will always be on my side. Want to bet?” The moment she spoke, a smell of burning reached us. My body went cold and stiff, a huge fear engulfing me as memories surged back. Ten years ago, on Christmas, I went to church to pray for my mother’s health but got caught in a fire. Dominic, who was behind me, could have escaped. But when he saw me pushed down and trampled, he turned back to pull me up, only to be struck by a falling beam. He bled heavily, clinging to life, yet still shielded me with his body. To keep him conscious, I kept talking. When I ran out of things to say, I sang. Yes, I sang “Every Tomorrow,” over and over again. The thick smoke billowed, my voice growing hoarse, but I dared not stop for a second. Dominic clutched my hand tightly, promising that if we made it out, he would marry me. Finally, my singing caught the attention of firefighters. After we were rescued, I realized his entire back was burned beyond recognition. He was quickly taken away by his family, and I searched the hospital but never saw him again. My vocal cords, damaged by inhaling so much smoke, could no longer produce a sound. It wasn’t until my mother showed me his photograph that I realized the man I was marrying was Dominic. I thought it was fate, and I married him without hesitation. In the end, it was all just wishful thinking on my part. In the flickering firelight, Dominic’s figure overlapped with the person from ten years ago.

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“Ready for some fun tonight, baby?” It was a week before my wedding, and my best friend was staying at my place, helping me with the preparations. That night, she was still in the shower when her phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw the message. Below it was a photo. The picture showed a bombshell bunny suit and a pair of pink handcuffs. Then, the man sent a voice message. “I’ve been craving you for ages. How about we try these out tonight?” I froze, playing the message again. My face flushed, then went ice-cold. It wasn’t just anyone; it was my fiancé, Liam Davies. The room was warm, but the sound of water from the bathroom hammered against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I watched as Liam, using a private SnapChat account I’d never seen before, flirted with Ashley Miller. A thought flickered in my mind. Was I wrong? Could it just be a coincidence, a voice that sounded similar? After all, Ashley and I had grown up together. She’d never dated, even explicitly stated she wasn’t attracted to men. And the first time she met Liam, she’d looked utterly disgusted, blurting out, “So you’re the lowlife she’s with?” Ashley had paid no mind to my embarrassment, which made my face burn. She’d eyed Liam up and down, then told him, “You piece of trash! You better treat my princess right, or I swear I’ll make your life a living hell!” That first meeting was far from pleasant. Even now, Liam would still bring up Ashley, saying, “I only tolerate her because she’s your best friend. Otherwise, I would’ve wanted to get rid of her the moment I met her!” I stared at the SnapChat. The man with the couple’s avatar with Ashley sent another question mark. As if shocked, I instinctively put down her phone and picked up mine, finding Liam’s contact. I sent him a video call. It rang for a few seconds. “Hey, honey.” Liam’s familiar face appeared on the screen. He turned the camera, and his buddies, who were with him, waved at me. “Chloe’s doing a check-up, huh?” “Don’t worry, Chloe, we’ll keep an eye on Liam for you!” “This dog, he’s got eyes only for you, so no need to worry, honey!” They were Liam’s childhood friends, also shareholders who were with him on this business trip, expanding the company’s reach. I looked at Liam’s gentle smile. “honey, did you miss me?” He leaned closer to the camera, whispering, “I missed you so much! I’ve been rushing them to finish up so I can come back to you.” Hearing Liam call me “honey” made my face flush, a warm current flowing through my heart. I forced a smile and told him, “Your work is important.” I shouldn’t innocently doubt Liam, doubt my love, and the marriage we were about to enter. “I was just wondering.” That voice message flashed in my mind. “Liam,” I looked into his smiling eyes, “what do you think of Ashley?” It sounded like a casual, joking question. “Ashley seems to be seeing someone.” Liam’s expression stiffened for a split second before returning to normal. “Who cares about that tomboy?” His voice was filled with disgust. “I have zero interest in her affairs,” he said dismissively. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even want to hear her name.” Liam smiled at me. “honey, I have to go now. I’ll call you later.” “I’ll bring you a gift when I get back.” Liam hung up the video call. I sat on the balcony, looking at the view outside, thinking of that mysterious man in the chat. A thick fog settled over my heart, refusing to dissipate. Before I could react, someone tapped my shoulder. “Chloe.”

Ashley was already dressed. The girl who always dressed like a tomboy was now in a sexy bodycon dress, with heavy makeup. I looked at my completely unfamiliar best friend, still unable to stop myself from asking, “Ashley.” “Are you dating someone?” I wanted to tell her that the man didn’t seem right, to caution her to be careful, but I didn’t know what I said that hit a nerve. Her face suddenly darkened. “Chloe, we’re best friends, no doubt, but you can’t just be happy yourself and then stop me from finding love, can you?” “Chloe,” Ashley suddenly snapped at me, “You really can’t stand to see me happy!” “I shouldn’t have taken time off work, disregarding everything, just to help you with your wedding prep. Chloe, you’ve disappointed me so much!” Ashley grabbed her bag and stormed out. I rushed after her, calling, “Ashley!” “I didn’t mean to!” The elevator doors closed. I chased her to the parking garage, but Ashley was nowhere to be seen. Standing in the empty lot, I still couldn’t process what had just happened, why she’d blown up at me like that. Fearing I’d lose Ashley, I suddenly remembered that hotel location. I remembered the man’s photo and his message: “Tonight, let’s play something exciting.” I was afraid my best friend was being tricked, and even more afraid she’d give me the cold shoulder. She was my closest person, closer than Liam, apart from my parents. Without thinking, I grabbed my car keys and headed straight for the hotel, forgetting my jacket. As I drove up to the hotel entrance, I immediately spotted Ashley’s car. Just as I was about to jump out, my breath hitched. I saw Liam, who was supposed to be on a business trip out of state, walk out of the hotel wearing the trench coat I’d bought him. He embraced Ashley intimately, kissing her openly, oblivious to everyone around them. They kissed until they were breathless. I still couldn’t believe it—the owner of that SnapChat account was actually Liam. I still couldn’t believe Liam would be involved with my best friend. My hands trembled uncontrollably. Fear made me instinctively turn off the engine, hiding myself in the shadows, like a thief spying on someone else’s happiness. I watched Liam thoughtfully wrap Ashley’s coat tighter around her, then asked her, “Aren’t you cold?” Ashley just smiled and shook her head. “Not with you.” Liam pinched her cheek and asked, “How did you tell Chloe you were coming out tonight?” Liam was all smiles. “Chloe is practically glued to your hip; she’d never agree to let you out.” My heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, even breathing became difficult. I watched my most intimate love and my best friend wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to Ashley’s nonchalant expression. “Just throw a little fit, and she’ll come running.” Ashley bit Liam’s Adam’s apple, then added, “What, you don’t know how wrapped around my finger Chloe is?” “Don’t you believe me? She’s probably still worried sick, afraid I’m mad, afraid I won’t talk to her anymore.”

I saw the undisguised contempt on Ashley’s face. I thought back to her sudden outburst, to my frantic dash that almost made me lose my mind. I was so afraid of losing her, so deeply cared, that I had become, in Ashley’s words, something she disdained to even compare herself to. A huge crack appeared in my heart. The fissure grew wider and wider, until I watched myself bleed profusely, yet still clung to hope, waiting for Liam’s response. The Liam who had always pampered me, who would do anything for me, simply said, in an offhand way: “Alright.” “After all, you two are best friends.” I remembered when I first met Liam. He told me, “The person I despise most in this life is a snake who backstabs and steals someone else’s partner.” He said, “My mom cheated with my dad’s best friend. When my dad found out, he disowned me.” “My dad didn’t want me, and neither did my mom.” “I was like a soccer ball, kicked back and forth until they both washed their hands of me,” Liam looked at me with self-deprecation. “So, Chloe, I don’t have a happy family like yours. My life is shattered, incomplete.” “Chloe.” “Do you understand?” Back then, I felt like Liam was about to break, and my heart broke with his. I sat quietly beside him, telling him, “Liam.” “Someone will love you.” “She’ll pick up your shattered pieces, claiming each one as her own. And together, she’ll help you put yourself back together, making you whole again, so you can live happily ever after.” Later, Liam pursued me relentlessly, to the point where everyone knew. Everyone sided with Liam, speaking on his behalf. Liam would travel a grueling 36-hour train journey, hundreds of miles, just to buy me a pastry I liked, simply because I mentioned it. Liam, despite being an struggling entrepreneur, counting every single penny just to eat, would spend hundreds of dollars on a trendy, gourmet cake for my birthday. Liam, on a business trip out of state, hearing there was a thunderstorm where I was, would rush back overnight just to tell me not to be afraid, then immediately leave for his trip again after the rain stopped. One by one. Each memory. They echoed in my mind. Those details, so profound I thought I could be proud of them my whole life, now became sharp knives stabbing at me. I watched Liam wrap his arm around Ashley and enter the hotel, and my heart still ached so much that tears fell uncontrollably. I frantically grabbed my phone, found Liam’s number. Just as he was about to enter the revolving door, I dialed his phone. I sat in my car. He stood outside the door. I saw Ashley’s clearly displeased face when she saw who was calling, but Liam just smiled reassuringly. “I need to take this.” Ashley tried to hang up, but Liam held his hand high, refusing. “I told you.” “I will never refuse Chloe’s call.” Liam’s tone was cold and firm. “Ashley.” “We agreed on this a long time ago.” I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, watching Ashley stomp her foot in frustration but remain helpless, forced to watch Liam walk aside to answer my call. “Hello?” Liam’s voice was still gentle, no different from usual. “honey.” “Miss me?” Tears streamed down my face, my suppressed sobs threatening to expose my breakdown. I heard Liam say, “I’ll be back tomorrow.” “I bought you a little gift.” Liam stood just a few feet away from me, absently twirling Ashley’s hair, and said, “You’ll definitely love it.” I couldn’t understand. I still couldn’t understand how a person’s heart could be split in two. I couldn’t understand why Liam, who had explicitly said he hated backstabbers and betrayal, who despised it, would become such a person himself. Just like I couldn’t understand. Liam. Did he ever truly love me?

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My boyfriend, Ryan, somehow bent the rules to bring his ‘helpless’ junior, Ashley, into the company. She deliberately shredded my crucial files, then intentionally drugged me. I ended up getting fired and was slapped with an astronomical compensation fee. When I confronted her, Ashley looked utterly wronged. “Was it wrong of me to kindly clean your desk and, seeing you work late, give you some sleeping pills out of concern?” Ryan, who knew the truth, not only didn’t help me but shielded Ashley, snapping at me. “Stop slandering her! If you actually worked hard, why would the boss fire you over such a minor thing?” I was absolutely livid. I wanted to drag them both to Mr. Harrison to explain everything, But they shoved me, sending me tumbling directly into oncoming traffic… Next thing I knew, Ashley, a smirk barely hidden, offered a ‘sincere’ apology. Ryan, ever the biased one, also lectured me about misplacing my files. But I wasn’t angry. Instead, a strange sense of confusion washed over me. “I had backups of my important files, and they’d already been sent to the client weeks ago!” “You didn’t happen to shred *Ryan’s* non-replaceable shipping order, the one he was responsible for, did you?”

I’m not sure how much time passed, but I was jolted awake by Ashley’s distinctive alarm. It blared like a radar, making my heart thump erratically and my head throb. I checked the time. There were still twenty minutes left of my lunch break. Ever since Ashley became my assistant, she’d acted as if she couldn’t understand a word I said. She never took a lunch break, but she always set an alarm specifically to wake *me* up. Seeing my less-than-pleasant expression, Ashley stood by, looking utterly wronged, and mumbled an apology: “Oh, I’m so sorry! I forgot to change my alarm sound and time again. I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.” Ryan, from the next office, seeing the situation, quickly stepped in: “Chloe, Ashley is still new; you shouldn’t be so hard on her.” I looked at Ashley’s face, a look of smug satisfaction barely hidden. I wasn’t angry at all. On the contrary, I felt a surge of excitement. I had been reborn. On this very day, in my previous life… Ashley had opened the drawer I’d warned her countless times not to touch, while I was away. She’d tossed the proposal inside into the shredder, and from that moment, she’d systematically pushed me towards my death. After I died, Ashley, with Ryan’s help, had solved the company’s crisis. She not only took over my position but also inherited all my contacts and clients. The two had openly admitted their relationship at the company, basking in everyone’s blessings. And now, less than an hour remained until my proposal was shredded… With that thought, I didn’t explain. Instead, I clutched my head and sighed: “I just wanted Ashley to grab me some painkillers. I wasn’t trying to criticize her.” “I know she’s your favorite little junior. How could I ever be harsh with her?” Ryan seemed to realize he’d overreacted. He asked about my well-being for a few moments, then, using the excuse that Ashley didn’t know which medicine to get, accompanied her to buy my medication. Watching their backs as they left, I opened my drawer. Seeing the proposal still safely tucked inside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before they returned. Just as I expected, Ashley hadn’t bought the painkillers I’d asked for. Instead, she’d gotten me some cold medicine. “Chloe, too many painkillers aren’t good for you.” “I think you might have a cold, which is why your head hurts. This cold medicine will definitely help your headache, and it’s much safer.” Before I could speak, Ryan chimed in again: “See? Girls are so thoughtful. Whenever you had a headache or stomach problems before, I always just got you painkillers. You can’t rely on them too much; it’s not good.” I didn’t argue or make a scene as Ashley had expected. Instead, I gently said thank you: “Actually, not long after you left, I found my painkillers and already took them.” “You can save this cold medicine for Ryan, for the next time he has stomach problems. It’s safer for him too.” Ryan held the medicine, looking a bit awkward. But I no longer cared to engage with them. I simply gathered my meeting materials and headed straight into the conference room. After a few hours of meetings, I returned to my office and, just like in my previous life, opened my drawer. It was empty. This scene had played out dozens of times in my mind already, so I took a deep breath and bellowed: “Ashley, did you touch the proposal in my drawer?!” My voice immediately grabbed everyone’s attention. Ashley trembled like a startled bird: “No, I didn’t! I just tidied up some ‘waste paper’ on your desk and put it in the shredder. I didn’t see any proposal!” Ryan, as if on cue, walked back into my office. He wasn’t interested in understanding the situation, just said in a low voice: “Alright, alright.” “Whether there was a proposal or not, instead of wasting time arguing, you should be focused on damage control.” “Do you really think proving Ashley wrong will solve anything?”

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After using me for revenge, Liam immediately filed for divorce and kicked me out. The snow was heavy that day. I was carrying his child, dragging my lame leg—the one I’d injured saving him—as I limped away. He stood there with his new girlfriend in his arms, a cigarette between his fingers, lazily watching my humiliation. Life after that was hard. For money, I had to marry a man in his forties and become a stepmother to his eight-year-old son. But the night before the wedding, Liam kidnapped me and dragged me back to his house. His expression was terrifying, his voice icy as he demanded: “You hid my child from me, killed it, and went to play stepmom to some old man’s brat.” “Ava, how dare you?” The day Liam kicked me out, the snow was falling thick and fast. As I walked toward the door with my six-year-old sister Emma, the butler Thomas stopped me: “Miss Ava, Mr. Liam said you can’t take anything that belongs to the family.” “That down jacket and those snow boots you’re wearing—he bought them.” I understood. I lowered my gaze and silently took off the coat and shoes. Outside, the wind whipped snow into my face. I shivered uncontrollably. Barefoot in the deep snow, I looked back at the second floor of the villa. Liam stood there lazily, holding Chloe with one arm and a cigarette in the other, enjoying my misery. Chloe’s eyes gleamed with triumph. She tossed a gray wool scarf down from the balcony, laughing: “This trash doesn’t suit Liam. Thomas, throw it in the garbage.” That scarf was one I’d knitted for Liam with my own hands two months ago. Back then, he’d wrapped it around his neck, kissed my hand, and said, “My wife has such clever hands.” Everything changed in a blink. My family went bankrupt, my father went to prison. Liam didn’t bother pretending anymore. The day he forced me to sign the divorce papers, he glared at me and spat venom: “Ava, know why I never face you when we have sex?” “Know why I always soak in the bath for an hour after?” “Because you disgust me. The sight of your face makes me sick, let alone touching you.” “If it weren’t for destroying your family, you think someone like you could ever catch my eye?” Each word felt like a dull knife carving me up, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. I finally accepted he’d never loved me. So I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. What was the point? With all the blood and hatred between us, we were doomed from the start. This child never should have existed.

Broke, I went to a cheap clinic for an abortion. My luck was rotten—I hemorrhaged during the procedure and almost died on the table. When I woke up, Emma was crying by my bedside. I stroked her soft hair and whispered, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m fine.” But I was shaken. If I died, what would happen to Emma? We only had each other now. I had to survive, to raise her. Making money was hard. All I knew was dancing, but after the car crash four years ago—the one where I saved Liam and wrecked my leg—my left foot was permanently slightly lame. Not obvious, but noticeable if you looked closely. I could never dance on stage again. To survive, I decided to sell dumplings at a street stall. I’d been spoiled growing up, never lifted a finger, but I learned to make dumplings because Liam loved them. Now that skill was mine and Emma’s lifeline. The stall did well. Even though I stood in the freezing cold until late, my fingers raw with frostbite, I never complained. Then one day, Liam and Chloe showed up at my stall. Dressed in expensive clothes, arm in arm, they looked perfect together. And I looked pathetic. Chloe eyed me and sneered: “Who’d have thought the great Miss Ava would end up like a beggar.” I needed the business, so I kept calm. “If you’re not buying, leave. Don’t block my customers.” Chloe instantly played victim. “Liam, she’s being mean to me!” Liam coddled her. His gaze turned icy as he warned me: “Watch your tone with Chloe. Or I can’t guarantee your stall will be here tomorrow.” A blatant threat. But Liam had all the power now. I couldn’t fight him. I clenched my fists inside my sleeves, bit my lip, and stayed silent. Chloe smirked in triumph. Liam turned to her, voice soft. “You said you wanted dumplings. Still hungry?” She nodded. “Yes.” Business was business. I needed the money. I took a deep breath and pointed to the QR code. “Pay first.” After the PayPal notification chimed for $15, I dropped the dumplings into the boiling water.

I thought that night was just a fluke. But the next day, Liam’s men trashed my stall. Reason? Chloe had food poisoning and landed in the hospital. She’d only eaten my dumplings the night before. No doubt she’d set me up. I didn’t get it—she’d already won Liam, crushed me completely. Why not let me be? From then on, Liam’s thugs harassed me daily. Even when I moved locations, they always found me. My business was ruined. I couldn’t even cover next month’s rent. Desperate, I called Liam, begging him to back off: “Chloe’s food poisoning wasn’t my fault. Liam, please believe me, just this once.” He didn’t budge. His tone was hard: “I’ll let it go if you kneel and apologize to Chloe.” “Kneel for twelve hours straight, and we’re done. Otherwise, your stall is finished.” The man who once promised me the stars if I cried now humiliated me for another woman. But no matter how low I’d fallen, I wouldn’t be his dog. I wiped my tears and spat back: “Liam, bullying a woman? You’re pathetic.” “I was blind to ever love you.” His breathing turned ragged, furious words hissing through his teeth: “You think I wanted your love?” “Ava, you were just a tool for revenge.” The words stung, but my heart was too numb to feel more pain. Gritting my teeth, I shot back: “Well, you were just a vibrator to me.” I hung up before he could respond.

Back home, Emma saw my red, swollen eyes. She touched my cheek, worried: “Ava, did someone bully you again?” “I wish I could grow up faster. Then I could protect you.” Our mom died young after having Emma. Dad was never around. So Emma clung to me, always listened to me. I ruffled her hair softly. “What if we leave this place?” She nodded. “Wherever you go, I go.” Then she hesitated. “What about Dad? Is he coming too?” She was too young to understand he was in prison. I thought for a moment. “Dad made a mistake. He’s being punished. He won’t be back for a long time.” She tilted her head. “What did he do? Was it bad?” Yes, very bad. Over twenty years ago, to seize land from Liam’s family, he set fire to their factory. Liam’s father happened to be sleeping inside that night and died in the blaze. So Liam’s hatred for my dad, for my whole family, made sense. He’d changed his name, bided his time for revenge—all for his father. My dad committed a crime, and he got what he deserved. I wouldn’t defend him, but I couldn’t help resenting Liam. He had so many ways to get revenge. Why use my feelings? Even after winning, Liam kept pushing me. I was powerless against him. If I couldn’t fight, I’d run. To save money, I booked a slow train to Cloud City. But on the bus to the station, Emma fainted. I rushed her to the hospital and got the worst news. Emma had leukemia. My world collapsed. I sat by her bed, crying uncontrollably. Emma held my hand, her voice small: “Ava, don’t be sad. I’m not hurting, really.” “I hate hospitals. I don’t want shots or medicine. Can we go home?” I knew she said it because we had no money. My sister was too sensible for her age. I hated myself for being useless, unable to afford her treatment.

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