When I was eight months pregnant, I was pushed down the stairs by Chloe Harrison, my husband Gabriel Wellington’s secretary who had been harboring a secret crush on him for eight years. When I woke up, my child was gone, and my uterus had been completely removed. Gabriel wept and swore to severely punish the perpetrator. As a lawyer, he personally took on the case and sent Chloe to prison. I was plagued by nightmares of losing my child every night, and he would always hold me gently to comfort me. “Don’t be afraid. The person who hurt you has already paid the price. It doesn’t matter whether we have children or not—I just need you to be safe.” But his words only made me feel more guilty, and I continued actively seeking treatment. Six months later, I ran into Gabriel at the obstetrics department, accompanying Chloe—who should have been serving her sentence—for a prenatal checkup. She playfully swatted his chest with a coquettish pout: “You acted so convincingly back then, I actually thought you really wanted to send me to prison. Thank goodness our child is okay.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Their laughter gradually faded into the distance. I touched my flat abdomen, feeling ice-cold all over. It turned out that from the moment I fell down those stairs, I had fallen into their carefully orchestrated deception. ***** In the distance, Chloe leaned completely into Gabriel’s embrace, her voice sickeningly sweet: “Gabriel, there’s still two weeks until my due date. I’m so scared Olivia will discover our child.” He lowered his head to kiss her forehead, speaking softly: “Don’t worry. She’s been depressed ever since the miscarriage and doesn’t have the energy to pay attention to us. Besides, I already had the doctor remove her uterus—no one can threaten our child’s position.” Anyone who witnessed this scene would think they were the real married couple. I felt dizzy. Only after they disappeared around the corner did I collapse weakly to the floor. For this precious child, I had endured countless shots to prevent miscarriage, all just to have a happy, complete family with Gabriel. But he and Chloe had destroyed my child and completely stripped away my right to bear children. Now, he even wanted me to help them raise their child. I unconsciously touched the ugly scar on my abdomen, tears instantly falling. What I thought was Gabriel’s tenderness and love had all been an illusion. When I wiped away my tears and returned to the hospital room, the attending physician noticed my pale complexion and asked with concern: “Ms. Parker, why didn’t Mr. Wellington come with you for your follow-up today?” I forced a smile: “He has a case to try, so I came by myself.” In the past, I had completely believed Gabriel’s excuse. It wasn’t until I witnessed that scene with my own eyes that I realized every time he abandoned me, it was to be with Chloe. Returning home with my follow-up medical records, a familiar aroma drifted from the kitchen. “Olivia, you’re back?” Gabriel emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron and pulled me into his embrace. “Today is our sixth wedding anniversary. I specially caught the earliest flight back. Are you surprised?” When I smelled the perfume on him that didn’t belong to me, I felt nauseous and instinctively pushed him away.

  He immediately became tense, carefully checking my condition: “Olivia, what’s wrong? Are you having headaches again?” After the miscarriage, I had developed severe depression and often suffered from persistent headaches. Gabriel knew this well, and he seemed to care about me more than anyone. But at this moment, looking at his concerned face, I only felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart. I took a deep breath and finally answered after a long pause: “I’m fine, just tired from the walk home.” “Then rest for a while. I made your favorite clam soup.” He then turned to busy himself in the kitchen, but I caught sight of his phone on the sofa flashing with message notifications. [Gabriel, when are you bringing the clam soup to me today? Our baby is kicking me again—he’s thinking of you.] My breathing caught. Gabriel came out carrying the soup. His eyes swept across the phone screen and instantly filled with tenderness. My stomach cramped. I looked down and saw several shrimp in the clam soup. I’m allergic to shrimp and had even been rushed to the emergency room once after accidentally eating some. Connecting this to the message I had just seen, I let out a bitter laugh. This clam soup was never meant for me from the beginning. So I picked up the soup and poured it into the trash can without hesitation. Gabriel froze, then his eyes widened: “Olivia, what are you doing?” Only after his gaze fell on the shrimp in the trash can did he frantically realize what had happened and rush forward to grab my hand. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I’ve been so exhausted lately that I forgot about your allergy. Today is our anniversary—how about I take you ring shopping tonight? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Gabriel’s tone was sincere, but I only found it laughable. After he went into the kitchen with the dishes to clean up, I tremblingly dialed the phone number of his rival law firm. “Hello, could you help me with a divorce case?”   After I hung up the phone, Gabriel emerged from the bedroom, already dressed. “Who were you talking to?” I turned off my phone screen. “Nothing important. The hospital reminded me about my final checkup next week.” Gabriel nodded. When we reached the parking garage, I had just opened the car door when a sickeningly sweet perfume scent hit me. I frowned and immediately held my breath. An adoption application form lay conspicuously on the passenger seat, with my name signed in the bottom right corner. Gabriel calmly picked up the application and offered a tentative explanation: “A few days ago, our law firm visited the orphanage for legal education outreach. I just grabbed a few forms while I was there.” He looked up at me but couldn’t meet my eyes directly. “Olivia, you’ve always wanted a child, haven’t you? Let’s go to the orphanage next month and adopt one, okay? Since you can no longer conceive, we’ll raise him as our own biological child.” I bit down hard on my lip, and the metallic taste of blood quickly filled my mouth. Even though I already knew the truth, hearing those words come from Gabriel’s mouth still sent a sharp pain through my heart. After taking several deep breaths to calm myself, I forced out a smile that looked no different from usual. “Sure.” He seemed surprised that I’d agreed so readily. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Olivia, we’re going to have a happy family.” The car headed toward the most luxurious jewelry store in the city center. When Gabriel parked, I entered the store first. “Mrs. Wellington, perfect timing! The diamond rings Mr. Wellington ordered just arrived!” The sales associate greeted me enthusiastically. She retrieved a deep blue velvet box from the safe, inside which lay a pair of dazzling diamond rings.

The woman’s ring was surrounded by a circle of smaller diamonds that sparkled brilliantly under the lights, leaving me astonished. “Mr. Wellington really loves you. He personally selected every diamond on this ring.” The sales associate smiled as she moved to help me try on the ring, but when she slipped it onto my ring finger, I noticed it was at least two sizes too large. My heart sank, and the sales associate’s smile froze on her face. Just then, Gabriel rushed through the door. He snatched the ring box away, his voice carrying barely detectable panic. “That pair is for a client I’m ordering for. Olivia, I ordered a different pair for you.” The sales associate, her face pale, retrieved an ordinary red box from the bottom shelf of the display case. The ring inside was much more modest. The diamond on the ring was tiny, and the band even had a slightly yellow tint. Gabriel pushed the ring toward me, looking somewhat guilty. “Olivia, happy six-year anniversary. Lately, my law firm has been having cash flow problems, so…” I stared at that shabby ring, remembering how six years ago on our wedding day, he had promised to buy me the most brilliant diamond ring. His vows seemed to still echo in my ears, yet he had long since fallen in love with another woman. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. I smiled without saying anything and gently placed the ring back in the box. “It’s fine. My hands have been hurting lately, so I can’t wear rings anyway.” Gabriel felt somewhat guilty and put his arm around my waist. “It’s still early. Let’s go to that restaurant you love.” But when we got to the restaurant, his phone rang just as our appetizers arrived. The moment his phone screen lit up, I clearly saw the caller ID showing an intimate photo of him and Chloe. My grip on the knife and fork instantly tightened. Gabriel hung up and looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, Olivia. My firm just got an urgent case. I need to go handle it, but I’ll be back soon.” He immediately stood up and left with hurried steps. I calmly got up and hailed a taxi to follow him. As I expected, Gabriel’s car didn’t head toward his law firm but drove toward the suburbs instead. A villa appeared before my eyes, with Chloe, her pregnant belly prominent, standing at the entrance waiting eagerly. When she saw Gabriel, she joyfully rushed to greet him and threw her arms around his neck. His face was full of adoration as he slipped that brilliant diamond ring onto her ring finger. Anyone who saw their intimate display would think they were newlyweds. My nails dug deep into my palms. I heard him say in a low voice: “Olivia agreed to the adoption. Rest well at home these next few days. Once our child is born, I’ll bring him home.”

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Leon Oliver’s childhood Christmas playmate Sofia Wilder had gone bald from intensive chemotherapy, and my hair was just the right length to make a wig. To help my hair grow better for Sofia’s wig, he coaxed me into taking all sorts of supplements. He even used the excuse of caring for my health to make me quit my job as a doctor, all just to prevent me from losing a few strands of hair. Before I knew the truth, I would have thought Leon deeply loved me. But at 1 AM that night, I saw Sofia’s Facebook post. In the photo, though the long-haired girl looked pale, her sweet smile still shone through. The diamond ring on her hand was exactly the style I loved most. The caption read: [The wig my dearest boss gave me. He even helped make my wedding dress dream come true!] After coming to my senses, I decisively asked for a divorce. But he demanded I cut off my hair as a memento of our breakup, just so he could harvest my hair one last time for a wig. Later, he developed a rare disease. The doctors at the same hospital all thought it was such a shame. “Your wife is a rare disease specialist, but unfortunately she’s already resigned.” “In ancient times, women had to cut their hair when they divorced. Since that’s the case, let’s get divorced too.” I trembled as I touched my own uneven, choppy hair, feeling nothing but rage. Leon wiped off the lipstick stains that weren’t mine, saying impatiently: “I’ve told you this many times. Sofia lost all her hair from chemo. Little girls care about their appearance, and I don’t want her to feel self-conscious. Besides, you’re almost thirty—what’s the point of keeping such long hair?” Leon pushed a plate of black, unidentifiable paste toward my mouth. “Stop making a fuss. Drink more of this so your hair will grow faster. Sofia wants curly hair too.” I turned my head away, feeling a chill run down my spine. “I told you I don’t like drinking this.” Leon’s expression didn’t change, but his hand pushed forward more forcefully. “No, you do like it.” If this were before, I would have thought Leon deeply loved me. To nourish my hair, he’d traveled half the country searching for folk remedies, even when those concoctions made me gag. But now, my phone was displaying Sofia’s Facebook page. Though the long-haired girl looked pale, her sweet smile still shone through, and the diamond ring on her hand was exactly the style I loved most. [The wig my dearest boss gave me. He even helped make my wedding dress dream come true!] And the wedding ring on those distinct, bony fingers in the photo was the very one Leon and I had personally chosen for our wedding. The post was timestamped at 1 AM last night. That was right after I’d finished a grueling surgery without sleep, coming out with my legs shaking, wanting Leon to pick me up. But he said he was swamped with work. Leon ruffled my hair. “My good girl Jasmine, you’re always so understanding.” I felt nothing but disgust. Leon’s words reeked like a foul stench. I couldn’t hold back anymore and collapsed to the floor, dry heaving. “What’s wrong with you? You’re not pregnant, are you? Don’t you have PCOS?” Leon’s eyes showed no joy or concern, but rather a flash of tension and fear. I laughed bitterly at myself. There were so many red flags—I should have realized long ago that he didn’t love me. Seeing me shake my head in denial, Leon let out a long sigh of relief and returned to his usual gentle demeanor. “Jasmine, I’m craving the soup you make. Could you make some for me tomorrow?” I refused. “I have surgery tomorrow. I don’t have time.” “You’ll make time. I’ll pick it up from the hospital tomorrow. And also—” Leon rested his head on my lap, looking at the few strands of hair that had fallen to the floor, a flash of distress crossing his face. “Quit your job. Your hair is falling out more and more. I can’t bear to see you suffer.” I suppressed the nausea rising in my chest and said word by word: “Being a doctor is my dream.” Leon shrugged casually. “Dreams don’t matter. I love you—isn’t that enough?”

Since my colleague also wanted some, I ended up making a serving of soup for Leon anyway. But the next day during my rounds, I found that soup sitting by Sofia’s bedside. Leon had mentioned this girl to me before, though only briefly. I’d heard she quit her job after just one month to focus on her health. This wasn’t our first encounter either. Sofia lay there with a nasal cannula for oxygen, looking sickly pale. I spoke coldly: “You have a malignant tumor, so you should cut back on these soups. The mercury levels are too high.” Sofia grinned and wrapped her arm around mine. “It’s fine. I love eating fish.” She seemed to suddenly remember something. “Oh, I just remembered—Mr. Oliver is allergic to fish. We could never work together because we’d constantly clash.” Her eyes were innocent, pure, yet carried a hint of provocation. My heart jolted, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me from head to toe. Our first Christmas as a married couple, Leon told me he loved seafood soup most of all, so I should make it often. To learn how, I spent weeks with my fingers covered in blisters and burns from the hot water. Later, he praised me, saying my soup tasted just like his mother’s. Now I understand—it was Sofia’s mother who loved making seafood soup. Leon’s reward for my efforts was a pack of cute little bear band-aids. Why would a man buy cute little bears? And they were even delicately scented with perfume. I suddenly laughed out loud, but as I left, my heart felt heavy as lead. By evening, after going a full day without sleep, I was utterly exhausted. After calling Leon over twenty times, he finally picked up. His magnetic voice carried a slight breathlessness. “What are you doing?” “I’m out taking Sofia for tests. You know she has no family. She’s in the late stages of cancer now, so as her former supervisor, I have to take responsibility.” My pacing footsteps grew heavy. Tears gradually blurred my vision. “I haven’t eaten all day, so I’m getting hypoglycemic.” Leon’s tone took on an edge of impatience. “Just tough it out a bit longer. I’ve noticed you’ve put on weight around your waist lately, so this is a good chance to lose some.” He hung up without hesitation. When we first married, I’d struggled with body image anxiety too. Back then, Leon would hold me close, pinching my cheeks like I was precious to him. “When you gain weight, no one else will try to steal you from me. How perfect.” Coming back to reality, my phone was playing footage of Leon and Sofia chatting intimately in my marital home. “You’re not feeling well, so Jasmine won’t mind you resting at my place.” Sofia was holding the stuffed animal I’d cherished since childhood. Leon never seemed to truly listen when I spoke. Back then, I’d suggested installing security cameras, worried about burglars. But Leon just nodded dismissively. “Yeah, a password lock should keep thieves out.” To this day, he still doesn’t know we have surveillance cameras installed. A chill spread from my head to my toes. I couldn’t hold back anymore—I crouched beside the operating room and completely broke down. When Leon returned, he reeked of hospital disinfectant. “Go wash my clothes. Sofia says she likes lavender-scented detergent. You should switch to that.” This time, I didn’t move an inch. Instead, I handed him the divorce papers I’d drafted overnight. He barely glanced at them before tearing them to shreds. His eyes were full of exhaustion and irritation. “Jasmine Burke, you’re being ridiculous. Don’t act like those other women who do nothing but get jealous. I’m already exhausted, so stop putting pressure on me.” I repeated firmly: “I said I want a divorce.” Leon met my gaze defiantly, his voice suddenly rising. “And I said no. Quit that job of yours right now! You’ve been corrupted by those women. Decent women stay home as housewives and take care of their families!” Before he could finish, Sofia’s call summoned him away again.

I thought Leon was just talking off the cuff—after all, I wouldn’t give up my dreams for him. But the next day, while I was on my way to work, I suddenly received a resignation confirmation in my email. The system showed that I had fallen seriously ill, and a family member had processed the resignation on my behalf. My eyes widened as my knuckles turned white, gripping my phone. I rushed home like a madwoman and threw my phone in front of Leon. “Leon! You processed my resignation!” He was on the phone, coaxing Sofia to take her medicine. He hung up leisurely and shot me an annoyed look. “You should be learning how to take care of me properly instead of doing those meaningless jobs. Using divorce as a threat—that’s something those women at the hospital taught you, isn’t it?” Leon’s hand slowly caressed my face, but there wasn’t a trace of tenderness in his eyes. “Go to the hospital later and bring Sofia some soup. She loves the soup you make. As my wife, don’t be so petty.” I stood there numbly, everything before me turning deathly still. When it rains, it pours. That afternoon, my mother collapsed at home and was rushed to the emergency room after a neighbor found her. Mom had a rare condition—I was the only one in the entire city who could perform this surgery. But now that I’d resigned, I had no authorization to enter the operating room. I grabbed my colleague’s arm desperately, veins bulging as my lips trembled. “Please let me in. I can do this surgery. Let me go change, please?” The colleague blocking me looked helpless too. “Jasmine, it’s not that we don’t want to let you in. You know the hospital has regulations…” I screamed hysterically, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. “My mother is dying! What good are these regulations!” “Jasmine…” “Let me in! I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens! I can pay compensation, I can go to jail. Please just let me see her. I’m the only one who can save her…” Just as I finally broke through and tried to enter the operating room, the surgical lights suddenly went out. The doctor who emerged removed his mask and shook his head regretfully. “I’m sorry, Jasmine. We really did everything we could…” I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and collapsed heavily to my knees, my gaze vacant. “Mom…” My dear mother had been reminding me just days ago to always wear my mask during surgery. But that day I was rushing to work and didn’t look back. Now when I looked back, I could never see her waving at me again. My eyes were bloodshot, my heart felt like it was being crushed in a giant fist, and I couldn’t breathe. Leon arrived late. I looked at the man before me as tears streamed down my face. But what he said next completely shocked me. “Jasmine, where’s the soup I asked you to make for Sofia?” After several minutes of silence, I barely managed to find my voice. “Leon, my mother passed away.” Leon looked anxious. “I know, so where’s the soup you made for Sofia?” I stared at him in disbelief. My grief was instantly replaced by rage. “Leon! Do you have any conscience left?” But he showed no guilt whatsoever and strode away. “Jasmine, I’ve been too lenient with you.” The doctor beside me, supporting me, cautiously tried to console me: “Jasmine, your mother is still inside…” I closed my eyes in despair, feeling completely drained of strength. I could still hear the sounds of Leon and Sofia laughing and playing together echoing in my ears. Our marriage should have ended long ago. Over the next few days, Leon took Sofia out sightseeing every day. I was busy selecting a burial site for Mom. I chose a place close to nature because she had always loved the outdoors. But just as she was about to be laid to rest, the contractor suddenly changed his mind.

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When my good friend Sofia Gomez, who had always been afraid of dogs, suddenly told me she wanted to buy a pet dog, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, I bought a pure white toy poodle at the pet market. Ever since that pure white toy poodle came into my home, I was blessed with incredible luck. My boss Zoe Morgan, who had never gotten along with me, proactively gave me a promotion and raise. Even clients I’d never been able to close suddenly requested to sign contracts specifically with me. Most importantly, our company’s CEO Theodore Jones got down on one knee and proposed to me after a cocktail party, saying he wanted to marry me. I accepted Theodore’s proposal and invited my good friend Sofia to attend our wedding to witness my moment of happiness. But on my wedding day, out of jealousy, Sofia stabbed me to death with a knife, saying bitterly: “Why does someone like you get to marry Theodore while I have to work my ass off every day?” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Sofia and I went to the pet market to buy a dog. “This toy poodle is so cute. How much is it? I’ll take it.” Inside the pet market, Sofia, who had always been afraid of dogs, excitedly rushed to a vendor’s stall and bought that white toy poodle without even haggling. Afterward, she quickly clutched the dog to her chest, as if afraid I might snatch it away. Seeing this scene, I was certain she had been reborn too. Sure enough, Sofia held the toy poodle in her arms with immense excitement, looking at me smugly and saying: “Sorry, Liliana Scott. I know you wanted to buy this dog too, but I got it first. Now I’m going to have good luck and make a fortune. Who knows, I might even meet my Prince Charming.” She was incredibly excited, her eyes filled with triumphant joy as she looked at me. But I simply said calmly: “I never wanted to buy that dog.” In my previous life, I only bought it because the vendor kept playing the pity card, saying it was sick and would be thrown away. Out of compassion, I bought it. But I never expected it would change my entire life. Hearing my words, Sofia didn’t believe me and said: “How is that possible? In your last life, you…” Halfway through, she stopped. As if afraid I might figure something out, she glanced at me and then said nothing more. But I knew exactly what she hadn’t said. In my previous life, after I bought that dog, I was blessed with incredible luck. Zoe, who had never gotten along with me, proactively gave me a promotion and raise, and clients I’d never been able to close suddenly requested to sign contracts specifically with me. Even our company’s CEO Theodore got down on one knee and proposed to me after a cocktail party, saying he wanted to marry me. I accepted Theodore’s proposal and invited Sofia to attend our wedding to witness my happiness. But on my wedding day, out of jealousy, Sofia stabbed me to death with a knife, saying bitterly: “Why does someone like you get to marry Theodore while I have to work my ass off every day?” But I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I would be reborn. Looking at the toy poodle in her arms, Sofia was thrilled. The next day, she brought the dog straight to the office. As soon as she walked in, she eagerly showed off her new dog to all our colleagues. At the same time, she deliberately looked in Zoe’s direction. Sure enough, Zoe glanced quickly between her and me, then said in surprise: “Why did you buy this toy poodle? Aren’t you afraid of dogs?” Hearing this, Sofia immediately replied: “When was I ever afraid of dogs? I love these adorable toy poodles. I’m going to take care of her for life.” Hearing her say this, Zoe’s expression changed. After a pause, she asked Sofia to bring the dog to her office. Sofia immediately followed Zoe inside. When she came out, she walked straight to my desk and said excitedly: “Liliana, you’ll never guess what happened! I got promoted with a raise. From now on, I’m your direct supervisor. Next, I’m going to complete major projects and become a top executive. And finally, I’ll even marry…” She deliberately didn’t finish, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. Then she looked at me with contempt and said: “But you’re different. You’ll just be stuck working for others your whole life, never able to compare to me.” After saying this, Sofia picked up the toy poodle and left triumphantly. Watching her retreating figure, I chuckled softly, thinking to myself: “Since you want the luck this toy poodle brings so badly, you’ll also have to bear the disasters it brings.”

Sofia was absolutely thriving at the company. HR quickly announced her promotion and raise. Zoe also praised her in multiple meetings, commending her outstanding work performance. Within days, several clients approached the company specifically requesting to sign contracts with Sofia. Sofia strutted around like a proud peacock, looking down at me condescendingly as she said, “Liliana, you must be so jealous of me right now, aren’t you? Even if you are jealous, it won’t change anything. After all, you’re not as pretty as I am, and you’re not as capable either. I’d advise you to get on my good side now. Maybe after I marry a rich man, I’ll let you work as a maid in my house.” With that, she turned and walked away in her four-inch heels. The colleagues present were all speechless at her recent arrogant attitude and started gossiping among themselves. One female colleague said, “Has Sofia lost her mind? She’s gotten so arrogant after being promoted to management. She even warned me today not to mess with her, saying she’s about to marry a rich man.” “What rich man? Does she even deserve one? Does she think having a pet dog makes her some kind of socialite?” a male colleague scoffed. Another female colleague mocked, “She doesn’t just think she’s a socialite—she’s saying she’s going to become the boss’s wife of our company. She’s completely delusional!” The colleagues were all fed up with Sofia’s arrogance over the past few days and were mocking her behind her back. But only I knew that what Sofia said was true. She really would marry a rich man soon and become the boss’s wife of our company, reaching the pinnacle of her life. But this would also mark the beginning of her life’s nightmare. Soon enough, Sofia became the company’s top salesperson by successfully closing several major contracts. To celebrate completing the quarterly targets, the company planned to host a cocktail party, and Sofia was thrilled about it. Because she knew that in my previous life, it was at this very cocktail party that Theodore had taken notice of me. He not only expressed his love for me on the spot but even proposed directly, asking me to be his wife. Overnight, I transformed from an unremarkable office worker into a wealthy woman. I imagine Sofia must have been dying of jealousy at the time. So in this life, as soon as she heard about the cocktail party, Sofia was immediately excited. That evening, she dressed up meticulously for the event. She wore almost exactly the same dress and shoes I had worn in my previous life, even styling her hair and choosing the same lipstick color. But she forgot the one most important thing I had brought to that cocktail party in my previous life—the toy poodle. Sure enough, as soon as Sofia arrived at the party, she kept staring at Theodore in the distance. Just as she was about to walk over to him, Theodore turned and looked at her. Then, right in front of everyone, he strode directly toward her. Sofia was thrilled and said coyly, “Mr. Jones…” Theodore interrupted her, “Where’s the toy poodle? Why didn’t you bring it with you?”

Theodore’s tone was sharp and urgent as he grabbed Sofia’s wrist. Sofia froze, completely caught off guard that Theodore also knew about the toy poodle. She stammered, “It… it was barking nonstop today. I thought it was sick, so I took it to the vet.” Sofia wasn’t lying. She had indeed taken the toy poodle to the hospital because the dog was weak. In my past life, I took meticulous care of it after buying it. Thinking it was malnourished, I even made soup for it multiple times to nourish its body. I kept it by my side constantly, even bringing it to work in my car, worried something might happen to it. Under my care, the toy poodle’s health improved significantly, and its coat became much shinier. I even made myself sick from exhaustion taking care of it. But in this life, Sofia didn’t have the energy to fuss over the toy poodle. She was solely focused on marrying Theodore, so she simply dumped it at the vet hospital. Hearing this, Theodore said with displeasure, “Who gave you permission to take it to the vet? That place is full of animals. How could you make it stay there?” Sofia was confused and instinctively replied, “But it is an animal.” “Shut up!” Theodore’s expression grew even worse. After snapping at Sofia, he gripped her wrist and dragged her out, completely ignoring the curious stares from all their colleagues. Out of curiosity, I followed them. Sure enough, they quickly found the toy poodle at the vet hospital. At that moment, it was barking frantically in its cage. When it saw Theodore, it became extremely excited, with tear stains visible around its eyes. Seeing this, Sofia quickly stepped forward to lift it out. Though she didn’t understand why Theodore had suddenly asked about the toy poodle, on the way here she had remembered how I had lovingly cared for it in my past life. So she hurried to display how much she cherished it in front of Theodore. Sofia smiled and said, “My baby, I only left you here for a little while. How did you get so scared? Come let me hold you.” Under her soothing, the toy poodle finally calmed down and slowly settled into Sofia’s arms. Theodore’s tone immediately softened, and his gaze toward Sofia carried a hint of affection. “I really couldn’t tell you were so caring. I love compassionate girls the most. Do you have a boyfriend?” Sofia’s face flushed red because she had finally heard what she’d been waiting for. She quickly shook her head, saying, “No, Mr. Jones. I mean, Theodore, I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Really?” Theodore smiled, stepped forward to take Sofia’s hand, and said, “Well, you do now.” Sofia could hardly believe her ears, her face turning crimson. She couldn’t contain herself any longer and threw herself into Theodore’s arms. Theodore embraced her with gentle movements. But I caught a hint of disgust in his eyes. Just then, the vet called Sofia over to pay the bill. Sofia was clearly annoyed, but she couldn’t show it in front of Theodore. So she had to grit her teeth, release Theodore, and stride after the doctor to pay. Watching Sofia’s retreating figure, Theodore once again wore his cold expression. He stepped forward, approached the pure white toy poodle, and said softly, “Don’t worry. Just hold on for another two weeks, and it’ll all be over.” Hearing his words, I was stunned: “Two weeks? Is Theodore really that impatient?” The next morning, I arrived at the office to find my colleagues buzzing with gossip. A female colleague said disdainfully, “Sofia is such a vixen. She actually managed to hook Mr. Jones. I heard he’s publicly acknowledged being her boyfriend.” A male colleague chimed in, “I also heard Mr. Jones fell for her at first sight. He didn’t just acknowledge their relationship—they’re getting married soon.” Another female colleague gasped in shock, “Oh my God! Sofia is so lucky—she’s actually going to marry a rich man. Are wealthy men’s standards really that low nowadays?” Amid all the chatter, Sofia strutted into the office wearing designer clothes from head to toe and dark sunglasses. She even had what looked like a bodyguard following behind her. Taking off her sunglasses, she looked at us smugly with complete arrogance: “I always said I’d marry a rich man, but none of you believed me. From now on, you’d better treat me with respect. My status now is Mrs. Jones.” Then Sofia walked over to me: “Liliana, you must be incredibly jealous of me right now, aren’t you? We’re both working women, but now I’ve become your boss’s wife. Go get me a glass of water!” I stood up and looked at her expressionlessly: “You and Theodore only met once, and he immediately wanted to be your boyfriend. Don’t you find that a bit strange?” Sofia laughed, “What’s strange about that? Beautiful women naturally attract men. Ugly women like you wouldn’t understand these things.” She got more and more excited as she spoke, even deliberately standing up and walking right in front of me. Then she raised her hand and tapped my forehead hard. She continued, “I’m not afraid of your jealousy. I’ll tell you the truth—in half a month, I’ll marry Theodore and officially become a member of the Jones family. You should be kneeling on the ground trying to please me right now. Otherwise, I can easily get you fired.” I wasn’t afraid of being fired. But if I couldn’t see Sofia’s final downfall, I’d feel somewhat unsatisfied. After thinking for a moment, I “obediently” brought her a glass of water and handed it to Sofia: “Please have some water, Mrs. Jones.” Hearing me say this, Sofia was extremely pleased and burst into laughter. She deliberately spilled the water all over me before leaving. Seeing this, my colleagues were furious and spoke up for me. But I just smiled faintly. Only half a month left—Sofia wouldn’t be arrogant much longer. Soon enough, half a month later, on the day of Sofia and Theodore’s wedding, Sofia deliberately video-called me to show off. As soon as I answered, she immediately turned the camera on herself. She laughed, “Liliana, you’ve probably never seen such a beautiful wedding dress or such a sparkling diamond ring in your entire life, have you? You’re poor and tacky—you deserve to be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life. From now on, you’ll have to depend on me at work too. How pathetic.” I stared at the wedding setup behind her in the video and noticed there was no chapel, no lawn, and no piano—just a black cross. This strange arrangement was exactly the same as in my previous life. It seemed the moment I’d been waiting for so long was finally about to happen, and the truth about why that poodle could bring good luck was about to be revealed. Just as I was nervously staring at the screen, a low female voice suddenly came from off-camera: “Theodore, is this the gift you prepared for that poodle?”

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After my rebirth, I decisively called my mother-in-law, who favors sons over daughters, to the city to help me take care of my daughter. In my previous life, when my daughter was craving mango cake, she broke out in red rashes all over her body and had trouble breathing after just one bite. My husband pointed at me and cursed: “I never thought you could be so vicious, actually trying to harm your own biological daughter!” Later, when I took her shopping at the mall, she suddenly cried and hugged my leg: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs.” I was pushed down the escalator by angry bystanders and died from the fall. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my daughter would treat me this way. After my rebirth, I returned to the day I bought the mango cake. “Miss, we’re out of mangoes. How about a strawberry cake instead? The strawberry ones are delicious too.” The cake shop employee nudged me, and I suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the familiar scene before me. “Sorry, miss, mango cakes have been so popular lately that we’ve sold out. Would you like to try a different fruit? Strawberry or cherry would work—I’ll give you twenty percent off.” I calmed down: “Fine, but not strawberry or cherry.” Walking out of the shop with the cake, I let out a long breath, finally certain that I had been reborn. In my previous life, my daughter Nina Wiley had been craving mango cake. I immediately agreed and ran to several cake shops before finding one. After bringing it home, Nina had barely taken a bite when her face suddenly turned red, large patches of rashes appeared on her limbs, and her breathing became labored. I rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said it was fortunate we arrived in time—severe allergic reactions could be life-threatening. My husband Keith Wiley was furious, pointing at me and scolding: “She’s your own daughter! How could you be so heartless!” I stood there stunned. Nina was five years old this Christmas, and I had bought her mangoes several times before without any allergic reactions. Yet this time, she had an allergic reaction after eating the cake I bought. Later, I read online that allergies could develop later in life. Combined with seeing my daughter weak in the hospital bed, I didn’t have the heart to think too deeply about it and could only vow to love her twice as much. One day, I took Nina to the mall to buy dresses. As soon as we walked into the store, she suddenly hugged my leg and cried: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs. “I’ll eat less at home from now on and won’t cost you too much money. Mommy, please, I’m begging you.” Her crying attracted the attention of mall shoppers. Angry people pushed me down the escalator, and I died from a broken spine. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my sweet, well-behaved daughter had become like this. On my way home with the cake, I made up my mind that this time I would definitely figure out what had happened and get my revenge. As soon as I got home, Nina immediately rushed over. Seeing the cake in my hands, she smiled happily: “Mommy, you bought cake!” I placed the cake on the table, and Nina immediately pounced over to hug me. Holding her small body, I felt somewhat dazed. How could such an adorable daughter possibly have caused my death? Could what happened in my previous life have just been a dream? Keith walked over: “Honey, you spoil her too much. It’s not even her birthday—why is she eating cake?” I smiled: “We can afford it. As long as Nina wants to eat it, I’ll buy it for her.” Nina made a face at Keith: “Daddy, you’re mean. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” I unwrapped the cake and cut a piece, placing it in front of her. I wanted to see whether I was overthinking things or if I had really raised an ungrateful daughter.

After Nina finished half the cake, she didn’t have an allergic reaction like in my previous life. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the next second, the cake spoon clattered to the floor. “My stomach hurts so bad!” Nina collapsed on the ground, clutching her stomach and rolling around, constantly scratching her arms until she was about to draw blood. Keith quickly picked her up. “Nina, what’s wrong?” Nina covered her throat, her voice weak. “Daddy, my stomach hurts so much, I feel like I can’t breathe.” Keith immediately shouted at me: “Call an ambulance!” I dialed 911 right away and brought the unfinished cake with us before leaving. Nina didn’t fall into a coma like in my previous life. Instead, as time went on, she couldn’t keep up the act and could only pretend to clutch her stomach and say it hurt. At the hospital, the doctor approached and patiently asked her: “What did you just eat?” Nina, lying on the hospital bed, immediately burst into tears. “I ate the mango cake my mom bought me.” She deliberately emphasized the word “mango,” and my heart completely sank. Before the doctor could react, Keith immediately shoved me. “Aisha! Why are you so vicious? Nina is clearly allergic to mangoes! Why would you still buy her a mango cake!” I was completely bewildered. “When did Nina become allergic to mangoes? She never used to be like this.” “I told you ages ago! You’re such an unfit mother, you can’t even remember your own child is allergic to mangoes!” I was even more confused. “When did you tell me? You must be mistaken.” I turned to look at Nina. “Nina, have you forgotten? I used to buy you dried mangoes, and you loved eating them. And wasn’t it you who said you wanted mango cake, which is why I went to buy it?” I hoped she would admit it, but she disappointed me again. “Mommy, you’re so mean. I never said that. I can’t eat mangoes!” I was completely disappointed in her. The girl in front of me was no longer that adorable Nina, and this incident wasn’t accidental—it was deliberate. She was the one who initially asked me to buy the mango cake, but now she claimed she never said that, pushing all the blame onto me. People around us were also drawn over and began criticizing me. “She can’t even remember her daughter’s allergens. She must be a stepmother, right?” “She’s so heartless. If such a cute little girl were my daughter, that would be wonderful.” “This kind of woman doesn’t deserve to be a mother. She’s even trying to shift the blame onto the little girl. Thank goodness this little girl is smart.” Hearing the accusations from everyone around, Keith quickly shoved me again: “Hurry up and apologize to Nina! If you do this again, I’ll divorce you!” I stepped aside to avoid him. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?” “How dare you be so stubborn!” The onlookers all gave Keith advice. “This is child abuse. Call the police and have her arrested.” I ignored these accusatory voices and looked at the doctor. “Is she really having an allergic reaction?” The doctor had only conducted a preliminary examination and hadn’t confirmed anything yet when Keith accused me. The doctor said vaguely: “She has stomach pain and itching in her limbs, which does seem like allergic symptoms.” I nodded and asked Nina again. “Are you sure what you just ate was mango cake?” Nina answered without hesitation: “Yes, you bought mango cake.” Keith didn’t understand what I was doing. He pulled me aside and scolded: “Are you threatening her? Nina is still so young—would she lie?” I let out a cold laugh: “She wouldn’t lie, but she would talk nonsense!”

The cake I brought finally came in handy. “Open your eyes and look carefully—does this spaghetti have mango in it?” “I went to the bakery today, and the owner said they were out of mango, so he gave me peach cake instead.” “Look, this is clearly peach!” I held up the cake and walked around the room, making sure everyone could see it clearly. I even forced the person who had been shouting the loudest earlier to take a bite. After confirming it was peach cake, everyone’s expression toward Keith and Nina instantly changed. “Why didn’t you mention earlier that you bought peach cake?” Keith asked. “Did you give me a chance to speak?” Someone in the crowd muttered quietly, “If this is peach cake, then her allergy was fake. Kids these days are such good actors—they can even fake allergies.” This sudden turn of events caught Nina completely off guard. She sat on the hospital bed, looking lost. The red marks she had deliberately scratched earlier had mostly faded, showing no signs of an allergic reaction—clearly fake. Keith quickly walked over and said sternly, “Nina, you’ve really gone too far this time. Even if you don’t want to go to school, there’s no need to fake being sick.” Nina immediately understood what he meant and began sobbing with her head down. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m a bad child. Please hit me.” If I continued to blame her, I’d look petty. After all, she was just a child, and making mistakes was understandable. I walked over and patted her head. “If you don’t want to go to school, I can call in sick for you. Faking illness is wrong—you nearly scared me to death.” Seeing our family being so harmonious, the onlookers lost interest and dispersed. Since it was confirmed that Nina was faking her illness, there was no point staying at the hospital any longer, so Keith immediately took Nina home. I made an excuse about having something to do and parted ways with them. After watching them leave, I called Keith’s mother, Ruby Wiley. In my previous life, because Ruby favored boys over girls, I caught her stealing Nina’s formula and using Nina’s washbasin to wash her feet. I sent her back to her rural hometown. Keith had even resented me for that incident. But I was just protecting my own daughter—even if it meant being scolded, I had to do it. Now that I realized how ungrateful Nina was, I didn’t want her anymore. After this incident, Nina returned to her usual cute and well-behaved appearance. But I knew in my heart that her current behavior was all an act, and she was ready to cause me trouble again at any moment. That weekend, she suddenly pulled me aside, saying she wanted to go out and play. I didn’t want to go out initially, but as soon as I refused, she started crying sadly, so loudly that neighbors texted me asking me not to hit the child. I had no choice but to take her out. She led me to a wide street, not wanting toys or snacks, just walking forward continuously. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. The quieter Nina got, the more trouble I knew was coming. The next second, when I wasn’t paying attention, she broke free from my grip and rushed toward the main road. Just then, a large truck was heading straight for her. My heart jumped into my throat, and I instinctively lunged forward to push her out of the way. As the truck was about to hit me, the driver yanked the steering wheel hard, and the truck crashed into the landscaped median. The driver wasn’t hurt. He got out and yelled, “Didn’t you watch your kid? You damaged my truck!” I quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ll pay whatever it costs.” I strode forward and slapped Nina twice: “Are you crazy? What if you’d been killed!” Actually, I wished she had been killed. I’d been standing at a distance and saw her expression when the truck crashed into the median—she looked clearly disappointed. She must have been disappointed that the truck didn’t kill me directly. Damn muscle memory. In that instant, I’d acted purely on instinct, lunging to push her away. She was counting on exactly that, trying to get me killed. I couldn’t believe that at only six years old, she could be so vicious. The thought made me hit her even harder. This was the first time I’d ever hit Nina. I had to teach her a proper lesson. I grabbed her by the collar and pushed her toward the driver: “Apologize to him right now!” “Forget it, she’s just a kid. You’d better pay up quickly, plus compensation for lost time. I was supposed to deliver this load tonight.” I nodded repeatedly: “Of course, I’ll definitely pay, whatever it costs.” The driver called the police, and I called Keith. When he heard Nina had nearly been hit by a truck, he immediately dropped everything and rushed over. As soon as he saw me, he scolded: “Aisha, you actually let her cross the street alone? If something had happened to Nina, I wouldn’t forgive you.” I rolled my eyes. I was the one who’d nearly been hurt, while Nina was perfectly fine after I pushed her away—just with slightly dirty clothes. “Just pay up. It’s all your daughter’s fault,” I said. Seeing her backup had arrived, Nina immediately threw herself into Keith’s arms, crying. Her face was red and swollen from my slaps. Keith felt heartbroken seeing it, and his eyes grew even angrier as he looked at me. I just fiddled with my fingernails, pretending not to notice. The driver was eager to make his delivery and immediately urged Keith to pay up. After the damage assessment, the repair costs plus lost wages came to over fifty thousand dollars. Keith was furious. He’d thought it would be a few thousand at most, never expecting the driver to demand so much compensation. I smiled. I wasn’t about to pay that much money—I’d called him here specifically to make him pay. The police also pulled up the roadside surveillance footage, which clearly showed Nina breaking free from my hand and running straight into the road, with me going to rescue her. Even the truck driver praised me for being a good mother. Keith’s expression changed as he looked at Nina, reproaching her: “What were you doing running into the road?” Nina couldn’t tell all these people that she wanted me dead, so she could only use crying to deflect. But this made Keith even angrier: “All you do is cry. Can’t you behave yourself?” “That’s right, that’s tens of thousands of dollars. Your dad and I have to work a long time to earn that much,” I said. As soon as I finished speaking, a familiar voice shrieked: “What? You had to pay tens of thousands of dollars!” Before I could react, Ruby grabbed Nina and slapped her bottom: “You’re nothing but bad luck!” Seeing his mother hit Nina, Keith didn’t know how to stop her and could only watch coldly. After paying the driver, we left the police station. Keith frowned at me: “You go home first. I still have some business to take care of.” I watched his retreating figure thoughtfully. After he’d gone far enough, I handed Nina over to Ruby and quietly followed Keith. Keith went to the hospital and then entered a private room. I slowly approached and looked at the scene inside. Finally, everything became clear. The mystery from my past life was finally solved. I finally understood why my daughter had become the way she was.

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My boyfriend Steve Hull has a female best friend who’s practically glued to his side. On the day of our ninth engagement, he left me standing there alone at the venue. All because that day marked the twentieth anniversary of when he and that girl first met. “It’s just postponing the engagement, no need to rush. Are you that afraid no one will want you?” That girl’s latest post appeared glaringly on my feed. [We’ve known each other for twenty years. How could an outsider ever compare to me?] They were hugging intimately under the guise of being “just friends.” I didn’t cry or make a scene. I simply liked the post calmly. Then I quietly disappeared from his life. Half a year later, he called to sweet-talk me: “I bought that wedding dress you liked. Come back and let’s get married!” But a man’s voice answered him instead: “My wife is pregnant, so she’s resting. Is there something you need?” The day our engagement was called off, I threw the ring in the trash. A taxi driver by the roadside waved at me, asking where I was headed. I casually said to just drive forward, anywhere but back to where I started. When Steve called, I chose to turn off my phone. I didn’t turn it back on for three days. The evening sea breeze felt wonderful, gently lifting the hem of my red dress. This place reminded me of the scene where Steve first confessed to me. Back then he was so innocent, his eyes unable to hide the love within them. We were both young then, lost in our love for each other. I was head over heels for twenty-year-old Steve. So I willingly left the South to come to this unfamiliar North for him. I gave up the job I loved, willing to be his secretary for nine years. Fate really is amusing. We’d also gotten engaged nine times. Each time at the crucial moment, our engagement ceremony would be called off because of that girl. That girl’s name is Willow Davies. We’d fought about her more than once. “I’ve told you Willow and I are just friends. Why are you so narrow-minded? “We’ve bathed in the same tub since we were kids, grew up inseparable. In your eyes, does our relationship have to be something dirty? “Phoebe Read, do you know how crazy you look when you’re jealous? Willow didn’t even hold it against you for stalking us. How long are you going to keep this up?” Steve’s expression was ugly. So after every hysterical argument, I would quietly suppress my extreme emotions and wipe away my tears. Because I was afraid of losing him, I was always the one who humbly sought reconciliation. But this time, my heart felt nothing. I didn’t even have the desire to confront him. I just wanted to feel the sea breeze. Even doing nothing would make me content. It was easy for Steve to find me. I’d forgotten that the hotel I was staying at belonged to his company, so he could even open my room door without warning. “Phoebe, do you know how childish this whole running away thing is? “That day was the twentieth anniversary of when Willow and I met. I was just celebrating! Can’t I have other ordinary friends besides you?” I thought coldly: “Ordinary friends? The kind of ordinary friends who can kiss?” I didn’t voice this question because I knew he’d argue back that it was just a game. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway. “There’s nothing between Willow and me. Can you stop getting jealous and disappearing on me?” He looked at me, his slightly furrowed brow showing concern. “Fine. I’ll give you an even bigger wedding. We’ll have Willow be your maid of honor. Can you stop being angry now?” His tone sounded like he was trying to make peace. I didn’t respond, so he frowned again. “Phoebe, if you’re going to…” “Okay.” Before he could finish, I cut him off. The old me would have argued with him endlessly. In the end, I’d think it was my fault and apologize to him humbly. But now, I just smiled indifferently. Seeing me so compliant, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. Then he stopped frowning and came over to take my hand: “Let’s go home then.” I coldly pulled my hand back and walked ahead of him instead. Steve couldn’t help but freeze for a few seconds. Since I wasn’t fighting with him, he seemed a bit unaccustomed to it. When I reached his car, I discovered Willow was waiting there too. “Phoebe, we finally found you. This guy Steve was going crazy looking for you!” She pouted and glared at Steve. “I told him we should’ve brought you along for our anniversary. Look, now Phoebe’s jealous again. You went too far! “Phoebe, I’ll apologize for him. Don’t be mad anymore. If you’re still angry, I’ll help you hit him!” She pretended to punch Steve’s chest, but with little force, just enough to fall into his arms. “Hitting me there again? Don’t you know that’s where my heart is?” Steve raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re so bad! Why are you hugging me?” Her face flushed red as she struggled in his arms, glancing at me. “Phoebe’s watching us. Are you trying to make her run away again?”

I didn’t look at them, sitting quietly and tactfully in the back seat without even lifting my eyes. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. Now I said nothing, which actually caught Steve off guard. When the car started, Willow turned around from the passenger seat to look at me. “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “No need,” I answered decisively. “Just take me home.” Steve didn’t listen to me and kept driving toward the restaurant. “You clearly haven’t been eating properly these past few days. Why are you being so stubborn?” The car stopped in the busy district, surrounded by many restaurants. Willow tugged at his arm playfully: “Steve, I want some juice!” “Your period’s coming soon, you can’t have anything cold.” They really did look like a couple. Steve knew her body like the back of his hand, more clearly than he remembered my cycle. He chose a restaurant with fewer people. During ordering, the server brought each of us a glass of lemon water. Willow picked up the glass in front of Steve and took a sip. “Yours is so sour!” She stuck out her tongue, and Steve looked at her with an indulgent smile, pinching her cheek. “How come you still can’t break that bad habit of stealing my drinks?” Willow’s gaze suddenly turned to me: “Phoebe, you’re not mad, are you? Steve and I have been like this since we were kids. I always have to taste his stuff first.” Steve looked somewhat uncomfortable, seemingly realizing this wasn’t appropriate in front of me. I didn’t even look up as I replied: “It’s fine. You two grew up together, it’s normal.” Steve breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes even showing some approval toward me. I hadn’t shown jealousy or picked a fight with him. Instead, I was tolerating his flirtatious behavior with his female friend. I seemed to have become much more mature. So much so that when the food arrived later, as a reward for my behavior, he started peeling shrimp for me. As he handed it to me, Willow snatched it away. Willow put the shrimp in front of herself: “How did you know I love shrimp? I didn’t expect you to remember my preferences. Thanks!” Steve shook his head with a smile: “Eat slowly, no one’s competing with you.” Willow, always bold, put the shrimp on my plate: “Phoebe, you should eat more too. If it’s not enough, I’ll have Steve peel more for me.” I didn’t touch the shrimp, my expression indifferent: “I don’t like shrimp.” Steve’s brow furrowed slightly. I figured he was wondering how my taste had changed. Yes, I used to love shrimp. But I don’t eat food from other people’s plates. Things that are fought over back and forth – I don’t want them even if they’re given to me. Willow is actually allergic to seafood. She only grabbed that shrimp to compete with me for attention. Sure enough, on the way back, red rashes appeared on her cheeks. The hospital and home were in opposite directions. Steve chose to abandon me: “Willow needs to get to the hospital immediately. You’ll have to take a cab home.” “But…” He didn’t listen to me continue, his eyes full of concern as he looked at Willow, slammed the car door shut, and disappeared down the road. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?”

I was terrified. My legs started to give out. When I tried to run, I slipped and fell. As the two men approached, I could smell their heavy body odor and alcohol. “All my money is in my bag. I have two thousand dollars in cash and tens of thousands more in my bank account.” I trembled as I revealed my entire financial situation. The two men immediately rifled through my bag. When they saw the money, their eyes lit up instantly. “Don’t worry, I won’t call the police. I’ll pretend I never saw anything. “I’ll leave right now…” My legs were weak, and cold sweat poured down my body. I looked at them almost pleadingly, hoping they wouldn’t kill me. They blocked my path. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Keep us company for the night first, then you can go tomorrow.” My face went pale as I kept backing away. The man rushed at me with a lewd grin. I used all my strength to kick him in the groin. The man rolled on the ground in pain. The other man slapped me hard across the face. “How dare you!” He waved a fruit knife in front of me. “If you don’t behave, I’ll slash your face to pieces!” I gathered my courage and kicked him too. He doubled over in pain, clutching his lower body, then lunged at my abdomen with the knife. It hurt so much. Blood kept flowing out. Seeing this, the two men sobered up considerably and fled the scene in panic. I used my last bit of strength to open my phone and dial 911. But this place was too remote. Steve was closer to me since he had just left not long ago. I called him over and over, but he kept hanging up impatiently. By the time he answered, I barely had any strength left. “Willow’s allergy is really severe. Can you please stop making a scene?” My lips barely moved, “Help me… I’m bleeding so much…” “Phoebe! Why do you always throw tantrums whenever I’m alone with Willow? You’re either sick or feeling unwell. I’m tired of these tactics! “Willow really is having an allergic reaction today. Don’t you have any compassion?” My breathing grew weaker, and I could only manage painful moans. But he remained unmoved. “Stop acting! Even if you died today, I wouldn’t leave Willow to come see you!” He hung up, his final tone filled with finality and coldness. I lay on the ground in despair, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a figure appeared above me. “Miss, are you okay? Hang in there. I’ll take you to the hospital!” I was saved by a kind passerby. I lay in the hospital emergency room for so long that I thought I might die there. Fortunately, I was brought to the hospital in time, so I barely managed to survive. Steve hasn’t called me once these past few days. Willow’s Facebook, however, has been updated frequently. [Who doesn’t have a caring best friend? I’m just having an allergic reaction, but he insists on staying by my side 24/7. I really don’t know what to do with him!] The photo showed Steve peeling fruit for her. Her slightly flushed face wore a sweet smile. Mutual friends in the comments section offered their blessings. [I love you two together! You’re such a perfect match!] [You’ve known each other for twenty years, you have to get married! I can’t wait to give you wedding gifts. When are you having the ceremony?] I quietly sipped my hot soup and graciously offered my blessing. [Wishing you both eternal happiness.]

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My five-year-old daughter Zoey Perez has autism. She refuses to speak and spends her days drawing with crayons on paper. When a classmate had a birthday party, she gave that child a portrait she’d drawn. But after taking one look at the drawing, that little boy jumped from the building. The child’s parents insisted that Zoey’s drawing killed their son, forcing me to transfer Zoey to another school. But when Zoey gave out her second portrait, another child jumped from a building. Zoey attracted massive attention online. Even the police listed Zoey as a prime suspect. However, whether examining the portrait itself or reviewing Zoey’s kindergarten surveillance footage, they couldn’t find anything wrong. I didn’t dare let Zoey draw anymore and hurriedly moved with her to another city. Two years later, I gave birth to my second child. But at her baby shower, Zoey drew another portrait… ***** Ever since Zoey developed autism, she’s been obsessed with drawing. She doesn’t like to talk, refuses to communicate, and won’t even speak to her former friends—she just immerses herself completely in the world of art. But when Zoey’s best friend Ayla Clark was celebrating her birthday at kindergarten, Zoey suddenly took the initiative to draw Ayla an adorable portrait as a gift. “Thank you, Zoey,” Ayla said. She froze the moment she finished speaking because she saw herself in the drawing. There was nothing wrong with the portrait itself, but Ayla’s expression turned to one of terror. Under everyone’s puzzled gazes, Ayla clutched the drawing and rushed out of the classroom. Five minutes later, a loud crash came from outside the window. When the teacher reached the scene, she found that Ayla had jumped from the building. The portrait she was still gripping tightly instantly became the focus of this tragedy. Even Ayla’s parents were convinced that Zoey had killed their daughter. But how could that be possible? My daughter was only five years old—she didn’t even understand what “death” meant, so how could she have encouraged someone to commit suicide? More importantly, Ayla was her best friend at kindergarten. Both the school and police classified the incident as suicide. But Ayla’s mother, Iris Clark, firmly believed her daughter couldn’t have killed herself. She came to the kindergarten and caused a huge scene. She shouted, “You say your daughter doesn’t understand anything—well, did mine understand then? “It was her birthday! We had just promised to take her to Disneyland that weekend. Her wish hadn’t even come true yet—how could she have jumped?” The homeroom teacher quickly tried to calm her down: “Mrs. Clark, I understand how you feel, but we’ve checked the surveillance footage. When Ayla fell, there really wasn’t anyone else around her.” Finally, at Iris’s insistence, the school pulled up the surveillance footage again. When Iris noticed the terrified expression on Ayla’s face after seeing the portrait, she angrily confronted me. She raged, “You still say this has nothing to do with you? Ayla only showed that kind of expression when she was extremely frightened. You must have done something to that drawing! You’re a monster!” But Zoey’s face remained expressionless. She didn’t even glance at Iris, just focused on drawing her favorite little animals with her crayons on the paper. Iris eventually made this incident public. The other children’s parents in the class gradually began to have opinions too. Fearing that Zoey would face discrimination, my husband Josh Perez and I transferred Zoey to another school.

But just one month after Zoey arrived at the new kindergarten, another little girl jumped from a building. This little girl, like Ayla, received Zoey’s portrait on her birthday, took the drawing, and jumped. The entire process took less than five minutes. Two similar kindergarten suicide cases occurring within three months drew serious attention not only from the school but from society as a whole. The only common factor in both suicide cases was Zoey and the portraits she had given out. Zoey became completely notorious. Countless people came to our house, some even bringing photos and offering high prices for Zoey to draw their portraits, but I turned them all away. I still firmly believed these were all accidents. Zoey was only five years old—how could she possibly have such strange abilities? But under social pressure, the police still treated Zoey as a prime suspect. They pulled all the surveillance footage of Zoey at the kindergarten and discovered she had never spoken to either victim, so they focused their attention on those two portraits. Art experts and psychologists conducted detailed studies and unanimously concluded there was nothing wrong with the drawings. However, Zoey’s teacher raised a concern: “Because Zoey has autism, I pay special attention to her every move since she enrolled. Although she draws from morning to night, her pictures are always of small animals and flowers—never people. The portraits she gave out are the only human figures I’ve ever seen her draw. That’s very strange.” Her words immediately caught the police’s attention. But when questioned by police officers and psychologists, Zoey chose silence, simply focusing on her drawing. The psychologist said helplessly, “She has severe autism. Until her condition improves, she won’t speak.” After the police and doctors left, Josh and I tried to communicate with her: “Zoey, if you don’t want to talk, can you draw it? Why did you give them portraits?” Zoey drew a cake on the paper. “Zoey probably means it was their birthday, so she wanted to give them gifts,” Josh said. I continued asking her: “But why portraits? Don’t you love drawing little animals? Why didn’t you give them animal drawings instead?” Instead of answering my question on the white paper, Zoey drew a rainbow-colored pony and handed it to me. After staring at that rainbow horse drawing for a long time, I asked: “Zoey, today is my birthday. Would you like to give me a portrait as a birthday gift?” Zoey looked up and flashed an eerie smile.

But her smile vanished immediately, as if Christian’s smile had been just my imagination. I rubbed my eyes and realized Zoey hadn’t even looked up. Josh snatched the crayon from Zoey’s hand and angrily blamed me: “Are you insane? Have you forgotten how those two children died?” What was the cause of death? Was it related to Zoey? I couldn’t believe it. I pushed him away and said, “Zoey, don’t be afraid. I believe in you.” Zoey showed no reaction. She simply took out a new crayon from the box and began drawing on the white paper. Five minutes later, she handed me the drawing. It wasn’t a portrait of me, but a golden crown. Then she drew another picture and handed it to Josh. She had actually drawn Josh’s angry expression on the paper. The moment Josh saw that drawing, his anger exploded again. He grabbed Zoey’s collar tightly: “Why did you draw me! Why!” “Josh, are you crazy? She’s just a child!” I rescued Zoey from his grasp. After living together for so long, Josh had never lost his temper with her like this. I was certain Zoey must be terrified. But when I tried to comfort her, she walked expressionlessly back to her previous spot and sat down to continue drawing. Josh angrily threw all the crayons and paper from the table into the trash: “I’m throwing all of this away. Let’s see how you draw now!” No crying, no fussing. Zoey slowly stood up like an emotionless puppet and walked into her room. I hurried over to Josh and took his hand to calm him: “Josh, those were all coincidences. Don’t even you believe in our daughter? “Besides, you’re fine right now, aren’t you? If Zoey’s drawings really had the power to make people commit suicide, then why are you still standing here perfectly fine?” My reasoning seemed to work, and Josh gradually calmed down: “I’m sorry, I got scared just now. I’ll go apologize to Zoey right away. She must be terrified. Children with autism have very fragile hearts.” I nodded and watched him leave. The series of accidents had everyone’s nerves on edge, so I could understand Josh’s outburst today. But less than five minutes after Josh entered Zoey’s room, I suddenly heard Zoey’s scream. My heart immediately jumped to my throat. I rushed toward Zoey’s room. Zoey sat at her little desk, holding a watercolor pen, quietly drawing something, but Josh was nowhere to be seen. I saw that the window, which had been tightly closed, was suddenly open, and a terrible feeling washed over me. I walked to the window’s edge, trembling. With just one glance, I nearly fainted. Josh lay in a pool of blood with a look of terror on his face. He had jumped to his death. What on earth was happening! I ran crying to Zoey’s side: “Zoey!” But when I saw the “portrait of Josh” that Zoey had just finished drawing, I completely broke down. Josh was still clutching the portrait showing his angry expression in his hand. Since there were no surveillance cameras in the room, I had no way of knowing what exactly happened between him and Zoey. The police investigated for a long time but couldn’t find any useful clues. But I went crazy and grabbed Zoey’s shoulders. “Why did you hurt your father! He’s your biological father! Why would you do this!” This time Zoey didn’t bury her head in drawing. Instead, she looked at me with innocent wide eyes, saying nothing. She showed no sadness, no confusion. Her calmness was terrifying. “Why is it that everyone who sees your drawings jumps off buildings!” I cried out in anguish. In that moment, I forgot I was a mother. As a wife, I couldn’t accept that my beloved husband had died so inexplicably. I even begged my five-year-old daughter desperately. “Your drawings can make people commit suicide, right? Draw me a portrait too, let me die as well!” The police quickly helped me up, trying to comfort me. “Mrs. Hurst, please accept our condolences. We’ve examined the scene. Your husband did indeed commit suicide, and it has nothing to do with your daughter.” Yes. A five-year-old child, no matter how strong, couldn’t possibly push a grown man out of a window. But why would he commit suicide? Because I was so desperate to know the truth behind Josh’s suicide, I developed a mental illness. Zoey had to be sent to live with her grandparents. Due to the previous bizarre jumping incidents, the police arranged for a psychologist to regularly treat Zoey’s autism and placed her under twenty-four-hour surveillance. When Josh’s parents came to pick up Zoey, I made only one request. “You absolutely cannot let Zoey draw.” After treatment at the psychiatric hospital for some time, my mental condition improved. After emerging from the shadow of losing my husband, I married my psychologist, Martin Gray. The second year, I gave birth to our child. She was a lovely girl, and we named her Elsie Gray. I thought of my Zoey. Seeing the sadness in my eyes, Martin smiled and said, “My friend who works at the police station told me that Zoey is doing well now. “Through a year of surveillance tracking, the police found no similar suicide cases around Zoey. “And after being forbidden to draw, Zoey fell in love with playing piano.” “Really?” I could hardly believe it. Martin suggested, “Zoey lost her father and must be suffering too. We can’t let her lose her mother as well. “On Elsie’s full-month celebration, let’s bring Zoey over. I’m confident I can help her recover.” I nodded in agreement. Thinking about how I blamed Josh’s suicide on Zoey, I felt terrible. “I’m afraid Zoey will hate me.” “She won’t,” Martin said. With Martin’s encouragement, I brought Zoey back to live with us. “Zoey, I’m sorry. Mommy was wrong before. Can you forgive me?” I said. She didn’t answer, just gave a faint smile and walked over to the cradle. I patiently introduced her: “Zoey, this is your little sister. Her name is Elsie, and just like you, she’s Mommy’s precious baby.” She didn’t speak, just quietly watched the baby, seemingly full of curiosity about her. Many people came to Elsie’s full-month celebration, and Martin went to greet the guests. Just then, my phone rang. It was Officer Caleb O’Neal calling. He had been in charge of those three bizarre “jumping suicide” cases, and I had saved his number. But he hadn’t contacted me for over a year. Why was he calling now? I couldn’t help but feel nervous and quickly walked to a quiet corner to answer. “Is this Jane Hurst, Zoey Perez’s mother?” Caleb asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Is Zoey with you right now?” I glanced at Zoey, who was gently rocking the cradle, and said, “Yes, is there anything I can help you with?” “Listen to me, Zoey is very dangerous right now.” Caleb’s voice was urgent. “I just received word that Zoey’s grandparents jumped off a building and committed suicide shortly after Zoey was picked up by you. They were both holding portraits that Zoey had drawn of them.” “What!” A chill ran down my spine. I ran to Zoey in terror, only to witness a scene I would never forget.

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My colonel husband Ethan Collins died in the line of duty, but I didn’t hesitate to cancel his identity registration. Three days later, on the wedding day of his twin brother Logan Collins and childhood friend Violet Myers, I resolutely took the substantial death benefits and married someone else with my son Anthony Collins. Everyone called me cold-blooded and heartless, but I felt immense satisfaction watching “Logan” with his reddened eyes. This was because in my previous life, I had recognized that the body sent home wasn’t Ethan’s, but Logan’s. When I went to confront him about it, I accidentally overheard Ethan discussing with his mother Layla Collins about marrying Violet, who was engaged to Logan, in three days. Ethan said, “Mom, Aurora is strong. Besides, we have Anthony. She’ll definitely be fine. But Violet has waited for Logan through so many Christmases. If she learns about Logan’s death, she might follow him to the grave.” I was stunned and wanted to expose the truth, but Ethan knocked me unconscious with a club. Ethan told everyone I had gone mad from grief. He locked me in a warehouse and made me watch him marry Violet. Later, because Violet found Anthony too noisy, Ethan put sleeping pills in my crying son’s food when he came looking for me, and Anthony never woke up again. On the day Anthony was carelessly buried, I desperately ended my life in that warehouse. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Logan’s body was brought home. ***** “My son! How could you just die like this? What will become of your wife and child?” Layla’s piercing wails brought me back to reality. I looked at the corpse that bore Ethan’s exact features, then lowered my head, my heart far from calm. I had actually been reborn, back to the day Logan’s body was returned. Indeed, the one lying in the coffin wasn’t my husband Ethan, but his twin brother Logan. In my previous life, when news of Ethan’s death arrived, I cried in despair. I threw myself onto his body, only to suddenly notice the absence of that red mole behind his ear. I immediately realized that Ethan must still be alive, and that “Logan” who had escorted the body home was actually Ethan. Filled with joy at discovering he wasn’t dead and confusion about why he would do such a thing, I was about to question him when I overheard the heartbreaking truth outside Layla’s door. Layla asked, “Ethan, are you really going to take Logan’s place and marry Violet in three days?” Ethan’s tone was resolute: “Of course. Mom, Logan and Violet have been engaged for so long. Violet has been waiting for him to return. Now that Logan is dead, what if Violet can’t handle the shock and chooses to follow Logan in death? You watched Violet grow up. Could you bear to see her die? It’s better for me to marry Violet. That way, after we have children, they’ll still be Logan’s. In the future, Logan will have someone to honor his memory.” Layla seemed somewhat convinced but still hesitated: “If you do this, what about Aurora? Anthony is only two and a half. Aren’t you afraid she won’t be able to handle it? Aren’t you afraid she’ll remarry?” Hearing Layla’s words, Ethan laughed: “Mom, don’t worry. Aurora loves me deeply. How could she possibly remarry? She has a resilient nature. Besides, we have Anthony. Even for Anthony’s sake, she’ll definitely persevere.” If I hadn’t heard all this, I would indeed have spent my entire life in the Collins household as he predicted, raising Anthony. But knowing the truth, I felt this was utterly unfair. I angrily pushed open the door. However, just as I was about to expose Ethan’s identity to everyone, he mercilessly struck the back of my head with a club. When I regained consciousness, I was already locked in the warehouse with no escape. Ethan told everyone that because my husband had died, I had gone mad from excessive grief. After that, no one believed my words anymore. From the warehouse, I watched him happily marry Violet and heard the sounds of their intimacy. Unable to find me, Anthony cried incessantly, disturbing Violet’s sleep. Violet merely complained once, and Ethan frantically bought sleeping pills and put them in Anthony’s food. Anthony died less than thirty feet away from me. After Anthony’s death, they felt no guilt whatsoever. Linking arms with Ethan, Violet looked down at me condescendingly and said, “Aurora, your luck is just terrible. Your husband and son were both killed because of you. If my husband hadn’t pleaded for you, I definitely wouldn’t allow you to live in my house. But to put my mind at ease, he compensated me with your dowry on Ethan’s behalf. From now on, just stay put in this warehouse.” Standing beside her, Ethan said nothing, only gazing at her adoringly. Only then did I realize that although Ethan had married me, his heart had always belonged to Violet. For Violet’s sake, Ethan was willing to abandon his identity and family. In his eyes, Anthony and I weren’t worth a single strand of Violet’s hair. I was both furious and resentful, yet I couldn’t even escape that tiny warehouse. Eventually, I found a rope and desperately took my own life. In the moment before I died from suffocation, I was still filled with regret. Why had I ever married a bastard like Ethan? Fortunately, I was reborn, and things could still be changed. Wasn’t Ethan certain I would spend my entire life in the Collins household protecting him? I absolutely won’t let him have his way!

After making up my mind, I pinched my thigh hard and put on a devastated expression, throwing myself onto “Ethan’s” body. I cried so hard I nearly fainted, making all the relatives and friends who came to pay their respects tear up with me. “Poor thing. Without a husband, what’s she going to do?” one man said. A woman chimed in, “Exactly. If I remember correctly, Anthony is only two and a half. Life’s going to be tough for her.” Feeling everyone’s pitying gazes, my heart grew colder and colder. Even the Collins family relatives who barely knew me understood how hard it would be for a woman to live alone, but Ethan had never considered any of this. He thought I had a “resilient nature,” so he felt justified in making me suffer. Even now, he calmly finished Logan’s funeral and then announced his wedding date with Violet in front of everyone. Someone asked in confusion, “Logan, why are you in such a rush? Ethan just died, and you’re already eager to get married?” Ethan waved his hand dismissively, “Ethan and Violet grew up together. His dying wish was for me to marry Violet soon and give him a nephew.” Since only Ethan was with Logan when he died, everyone naturally assumed Ethan’s words represented Logan’s wishes. After hearing this, seeing both Layla and me keeping our heads down in silence, the others felt something was off but kept quiet. After everyone left, Ethan took Violet’s hand and stopped me. “Aurora, I need to ask you a favor. “I know your dowry was pretty generous. Could you lend me some gold jewelry for Violet? Since Ethan’s dead, you can’t wear them anymore anyway, right?” He said it was a favor, but his tone left no room for refusal. I cursed his shamelessness in my head. Not only had he inexplicably taken my husband from me, but now he wanted to steal my dowry too. Glancing at Ethan’s muscular build, I wasn’t stupid enough to confront him directly. “Logan, you’re too kind. We’re all family, of course I can. I’ll personally deliver them to Violet on your wedding day.” Violet was so moved her eyes welled up, “Logan, you’re so good to me. You’re the best man in the world.” Ethan chuckled softly and affectionately tapped her nose with his finger, “This is nothing. I wish I could give you all the good things in the world.” Violet playfully hit him, her tone carrying a hint of showing off, “You’re terrible. Aurora’s still here, and she just lost her husband. Don’t upset her.” Ethan glanced at me, “Aurora’s definitely not petty. But don’t worry, Aurora—you’re part of the Collins family, and Anthony is my nephew. We’ll never mistreat you two.” Hearing this, Violet looked displeased, not wanting her husband to take care of another man’s wife. Just then, Anthony walked out of the house and headed straight for Ethan with outstretched arms, “Daddy, hold me.” Violet’s face immediately darkened as she stepped between Anthony and Ethan, “Anthony, he’s not your daddy. He’s your uncle.” Anthony looked up, completely confused by what she meant. He still tried to get closer to Ethan, but Ethan heartlessly pushed him away, “I told you I’m not your dad. Aurora, you need to teach this child properly. It’s lucky this happened in our family—what if strangers saw this and got the wrong idea? The Collins family has a very respectable reputation.” Anthony fell to the ground and burst into tears. I quickly helped him up. Hearing Ethan speak so self-righteously, I trembled with rage. With great effort, I suppressed my anger, “I’ll handle my child, Logan.” Ethan relaxed and suddenly felt a bit sorry for Anthony. He reached out to pat Anthony’s head, but Violet said, “Logan, you promised to go shopping with me. Don’t waste time.” Watching their retreating figures, Anthony’s hopeful expression dimmed, and his crying gradually weakened, “Mommy, Daddy’s gone. Doesn’t he want us anymore?” My heart ached as I gently stroked Anthony’s head, “Anthony, that’s not your daddy. Your daddy is dead and won’t come back. How about Mommy finds you a new daddy to keep you company?” Anthony didn’t understand what death meant yet. But watching Ethan walk away without looking back, he grabbed my hand and nodded.

What Ethan didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one in this world with a childhood companion. I made up an excuse to go out and called Andrew Martin, who I’d grown up with since childhood. When he learned that I wanted him to introduce me to a man because I was planning to remarry, he got somewhat angry. “Isn’t Ethan treating you well?” Andrew’s simple question brought tears to my eyes. I briefly explained the situation, then heard the angry sound of him punching the wall. After a long while, Andrew said, “Alright. I’ll introduce you to a reliable man.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Once I left on the day Ethan and Violet got married, I’d have nothing more to do with the Collins family. However, before that happened, I still had many things to take care of. Because I was Ethan’s widow, canceling his military registration went exceptionally smoothly, and I collected the survivor benefits directly. After setting aside the portions for his father Colton Collins and Layla, I deposited all the remaining money into my savings account. When I got home, I gathered up all the Christmas items related to Ethan and burned them in the kitchen. By the time Ethan returned with Violet, those things had long since turned to ashes. However, he didn’t notice any of this. Seeing me in the kitchen, he instinctively gave me instructions like he used to: “Aurora, make some spaghetti with meat sauce for dinner tonight.” It wasn’t until Violet pinched his arm that Ethan snapped back to reality. Then he coughed awkwardly twice and said, “Violet, I remember someone saying Aurora makes the best spaghetti with meat sauce. I’d like her to make some for us to try.” Violet looked suspiciously between me and Ethan, then snorted coldly, “It’s just spaghetti with meat sauce. What difference does it make who cooks it? Once we’re married, I’ll learn to make it for you too.” Ethan quickly took her hand. “That won’t do. Did I marry you to make you work? Someone else will handle those household chores. You just need to rest well and give me a child.” Violet was delighted by his words. Then the two of them went into the house, chatting and laughing. I stood there, pondering Ethan’s words, and couldn’t help but let out a scornful laugh. Layla’s health had never been good. Ethan needed to earn money, and Violet needed to rest well. Besides me, who else could handle the household chores? So his plan was to have me serve their entire family. However, even knowing his intentions, I didn’t argue. After all, I only had two days left before I’d be gone. As if I had no temper at all, I let Ethan and Violet order me around constantly. Even Layla, who had long been convinced by Ethan, couldn’t stand watching it anymore. She warned them a few times, and only then did they restrain themselves somewhat. However, Violet had been spoiled by her family since childhood. Even though she appeared to listen to Layla on the surface, she was still defiant inside. Then she started throwing tantrums with Ethan. Ethan indulged her completely. Just hearing her say that walking made her feet hurt, he spent all the money he had on hand to buy a car. Then he even bought an oven, a refrigerator, and a complete sound system that few people in town would ever purchase. When these items were delivered, the Collins house became the focus of the entire village. Everyone was shocked by what Ethan had bought. One man said, “Logan, you’re spoiling your wife too much. These things aren’t cheap, are they?” Another man chimed in, “Yeah, you bought so many things. Even marrying a city woman wouldn’t cost this much, would it?” But Ethan looked at Violet adoringly and said, “Money doesn’t matter. I just want to give Violet the best and make her the happiest bride.” Hearing his words, many people felt both envious and jealous. One woman, noticing me standing silently to the side, deliberately stirred up trouble: “Since the Collins family is so wealthy, Ethan must have spent quite a bit when he married Aurora too, right?” Ethan’s smile froze. He kept his head down, not daring to look at me. I knew why he felt guilty, so I sighed and said, “When Ethan married me, I didn’t even ask him for a bride price.” Not expecting me to say it so directly, the woman was stunned and laughed awkwardly twice, saying, “That might be because their circumstances weren’t good at the time.” After saying this, even she felt guilty. Both Collins sons had previously served in the military. Now one son had died. They must have received substantial survivor benefits. So this ostentatious wedding for Violet was clearly due to favoritism. Many people looked at me with more sympathy in their eyes. Seeing that Ethan was also lost in thought, Violet said, “This is my fault. I didn’t consider Aurora’s feelings. Logan, why don’t you return these things? I don’t want Aurora to feel wronged.” The slight guilt Ethan had just begun to feel toward me quickly disappeared. He said, “She doesn’t have these things because her fate isn’t good enough—she doesn’t deserve them. What does that have to do with you? Violet, you’re too kind. You need to be careful not to be bullied by scheming women in the future.” Ethan was actually suspecting that I was jealous of Violet and deliberately mocking them. I didn’t want to argue. Watching him work hard to move these things into his and Violet’s room, I sneered inwardly. Ethan’s money definitely wasn’t enough to buy all these things. But if you added the survivor benefits, it would be more than enough. I had thought he would come to me directly to ask for it. But I didn’t expect that the person who came to find me the day before the wedding would be Layla. She glanced carefully at my expression, then said hesitantly, “Aurora, you must have collected Ethan’s survivor benefits, right? That’s quite a substantial amount. Why don’t I help you manage it?” I frowned, looking puzzled. “Layla, that would be too much trouble. Anthony will be starting school in a few years, and there’ll be many expenses. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to keep asking you for money, would it?” Layla glanced at Anthony sitting on the bed, her expression somewhat hesitant. Of course she genuinely loved Anthony, but she felt he might not be her only grandson. After making up her mind, Layla dropped her reserved attitude. “Aurora, you’re part of the Collins family. Shouldn’t I help manage your money? Besides, we need money right now. You can’t hoard Ethan’s pension all to yourself. Logan’s getting married – shouldn’t you help him out?” Seeing her reveal her true intentions, I stopped refusing. I wiped away my tears, putting on a meek appearance, and pulled an envelope from my pocket. “Layla, you’re right. This is the pension money for you and Colton. After the wedding tomorrow, I’ll give you the money I’ve saved up too.” Layla felt the thickness of the envelope and nodded with satisfaction. Then, she comforted me just like Ethan used to when he was manipulating me: “Aurora, don’t worry. Even though Ethan’s gone, you’ll always be my family, and Anthony will always be my grandson. The Collins family won’t let you suffer. “Oh, and tomorrow will be busy. Since you have time, go help in the kitchen with the cooking.” I lowered my head and agreed. My obedient manner pleased Layla greatly. Layla was eager to go back and count the money, not noticing that Anthony and I had already packed most of our belongings. The next day, before dawn broke, Ethan knocked on the door and woke me up. “Aurora, get up and start cooking. You need to prepare ten tables’ worth of food.” He was extremely excited, his voice carrying the joy of getting what he wanted. Looking at the yard full of balloons and flowers, I sneered coldly. When Ethan and I got married, he said Colton and Layla were getting old and didn’t like too much excitement, so we didn’t have a grand wedding. Now it seemed it wasn’t that Colton and Layla disliked festivities – it was just that I wasn’t the one they had in mind. Ethan noticed my distraction. After hesitating for a moment, seeing no one around, he pulled a small silver bracelet from his pocket. “I bought this while getting jewelry made for Violet. It’s for you.” He shoved the bracelet directly into my hand, then sighed and said, “Aurora, you’ve had a hard time these past few days. I know you can’t make it without a man. Don’t worry, after this is all over, I’ll discuss with Violet about taking care of both of you.” It was almost time, so Ethan turned to go pick up Violet. I stood there, disgusted, and threw the silver bracelet on the ground, then stomped on it twice. I thought to myself: “Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!” After hearing Ethan’s words, I felt like I’d been smeared with dog shit. He was clearly my husband to begin with, yet now he was talking about taking care of me like it was some kind of charity. How could he shamelessly say such things? Fortunately, it was time – I had to leave too. As soon as Ethan left the Collins house with his friends, I picked up Anthony and grabbed our bundle. Taking one last look at this place where I’d lived for several years, I felt no attachment whatsoever and quickly walked away. At that moment, Ethan felt inexplicably nervous, thinking: “Is it because I’m finally marrying Violet that I’m so excited?” He couldn’t figure it out. After all, this wasn’t his first wedding. Ethan thought: “But Violet is different from Aurora. Violet is the one I truly love, while Aurora was just suitable as a wife.” He had thought he’d never have the chance to marry Violet, the woman he truly liked, but then Logan had his accident. Ethan only hesitated for a moment before deciding to take Logan’s identity and continue living. He thought: “Violet is so considerate, she should agree to let me take care of both of them. That way I won’t be letting Aurora down.” Thinking about living with both his beloved and his wife, Ethan felt rather pleased with himself. Then he picked up Violet and returned to the Collins house with her. But he saw Layla stumbling out, holding a letter in her hand. Layla shouted: “This is terrible! Aurora took Anthony and left, saying she’s going to remarry!”

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General Adam Foster accidentally fell into the water, while his aide Gavin James was off with his adopted sister Janet James, setting off fireworks in the distance. After my rebirth, I, Milani James, didn’t panic and run to find Gavin like I had in my previous life. Instead, I rushed to the riverbank without hesitation and personally pulled Adam to safety. This was because in my past life, I had taken Gavin away. He arrived just in time to rescue Adam and was regarded as his savior, leading to a bright future ahead. However, Janet was disfigured in a fire caused by the fireworks and eventually broke down and committed suicide. On the surface, Gavin remained calm as usual, telling me it was just an accident. But when I returned home with my college acceptance letter, he grabbed a wooden stick and brutally broke my leg. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes filled with hatred: “Mr. Foster can swim—you didn’t need to call me over to save him! If you hadn’t deliberately tried to steal attention and get my notice, how would Janet have gotten hurt and killed herself? Now you want to go to college and start a new life? Dream on! Your future and your life both belong to Janet as compensation!” Under his beating, I was battered and barely alive. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adam accidentally fell into the water. ***** With a splash, the person walking ahead stumbled and fell into the water. My mind was in chaos as memories from my past life came flooding back. I stared at this familiar scene in a daze. I had actually been reborn to that moment in Christmas 1984 when Adam came for an inspection and accidentally fell into the water! Once I realized what was happening, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest with excitement. I instinctively glanced toward the small grove that was just a few minutes’ run away, then turned around without hesitation and jumped into the water. The current wasn’t too strong, and the water wasn’t too deep, but Adam was already unconscious—the situation was extremely critical. I used all my strength to drag him struggling to shore. After quickly clearing his mouth and nose, I wiped the water from my face and began chest compressions. Before long, he coughed up some water but still hadn’t regained consciousness. Staying calm, I pulled out a piece of candy I’d been saving from my pocket and put it directly in his mouth. Finally, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He asked in confusion, “What… happened to me?” Meeting those slightly bewildered eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness—I had saved him again this time. I said, “Mr. Foster, you probably fainted from low blood sugar and fell into the water. It was really dangerous.” Hearing how I addressed him, Adam’s eyes sharpened slightly, his gaze sweeping over me once. He asked, “Young lady, who are you?” I pressed my lips together, knowing my form of address had raised his suspicions, and quickly explained, “Mr. Foster, I’m Gavin’s sister, Milani.” Rather than clearing his doubts, Adam looked even more puzzled: “I’ve met Gavin’s sister—her name is Janet. I never heard him mention having two sisters.” I clenched my fists, smiling bitterly to myself. That’s right—Gavin had never acknowledged me as his sister in front of others. Ever since our mother Camille James died, his eyes and heart had only room for Janet, the adopted daughter our father Caden James brought home. In my past life, to cheer up Janet after we’d had a fight, he had taken her to see fireworks when he should have been on duty. When I discovered Adam had fallen into the water, I immediately ran to the grove to find them and dragged Gavin back to the river. He saved Adam and was thus appreciated and promoted by him, becoming his trusted assistant within a few years. But I never expected that Gavin’s heart was only concerned with Janet, who had been in an accident. He hated me, thinking I had deliberately called him away, that I was responsible for the death of his beloved Janet. Even today, I can’t forget the bone-deep pain when he swung that wooden stick at me again and again. He said, “Mr. Foster can swim—you didn’t need to call me over to save him! If you hadn’t deliberately tried to steal attention and get my notice, how would Janet have gotten hurt and killed herself? Now you want to go to college and start a new life? Dream on! Your future and your life both belong to Janet as compensation!” Fortunately, I had been reborn. Since he didn’t want to become Adam’s savior and only wanted to stay with Janet, so be it. This time, I would seize this opportunity with my own hands. I gave Adam a bitter smile and explained quietly, “I’m his biological sister, but Gavin doesn’t really like me. He prefers his adopted sister Janet. It’s normal that you don’t know about me.” Adam was taken aback, not expecting his young subordinate’s family situation to be so complicated. Looking at my thin clothes and soaked appearance, his face showed some guilt. “I’m truly sorry. You saved my life, yet I questioned your identity. That was my fault.” He bowed his head and apologized sincerely. Though I already knew Adam was an upright person, I was still moved by his gesture. I quickly said, “Mr. Foster, please don’t say that. Given your important position, it’s right to be cautious. Besides, you serve the country with dedication, shedding blood and sweat without fear of sacrifice—I’ve always admired you greatly. Being able to help you is my honor.” After hearing these words, Adam looked at me with a hint of approval. He said, “Good, you’re quite enlightened for a young girl—much better than that brother of yours.” Mentioning Gavin, Adam looked around and, not seeing him anywhere, his expression darkened: “Where the hell did Gavin run off to?” I sighed, looking as if I wanted to speak but hesitated. Adam was sharp enough to immediately understand my meaning from my expression. He pressed urgently, “Do you know where Gavin went?” After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded: “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have argued with Janet over new clothes just because my old ones were too thin, making her upset. To cheer her up, Gavin said he’d take her to see the fireworks…”

Adam’s gaze fell on my clothes once again. At first, he had only given them a cursory glance, thinking they were too thin. Now, taking a closer look, he realized that not only were they thin, but they were also completely ill-fitting—the sleeves and hem were way too short. Adam felt a pang of discomfort in his heart. Originally, he had a good impression of Gavin, thinking he was young and promising with a bright future ahead. But to think he would treat his own sister this way. Adam said angrily, “This is absolutely ridiculous! It’s bad enough that he abandoned his post, but how much could a piece of clothing cost? If he has money to buy fireworks, can’t he buy you a decent outfit? “Come on, come back to Foster Manor with me first. I have a granddaughter about your age. Let me get some of her clothes for you to change into so you don’t catch a cold!” I couldn’t refuse his insistence, and eventually followed Adam back to Foster Manor. After learning what had happened, Adam’s wife Vanessa Foster was also heartbroken. She quickly brought out warm clothing and personally made me a bowl of hot soup. But perhaps from being in the cold wind too long, combined with long-term malnutrition, my body couldn’t hold up anymore. My head felt dizzy and my cheeks were burning hot. When they took my temperature, it had reached 102.2℉. Adam felt even more guilty and immediately called his driver Peter Smith. He instructed, “Peter, drive us to the hospital, then go find Gavin and tell him his sister is sick!” Peter immediately responded and drove us to the hospital. I was already delirious with fever. When the doctor saw my condition, he was startled and couldn’t help but scold Adam: “Why didn’t you bring her in sooner? How careless of you!” Adam, who was usually so dignified, could only smile sheepishly and ask the doctor to please treat me well. In my daze, I heard him talking quietly with Vanessa. Adam said, “This poor girl is my lifesaver. We need to take better care of her from now on.” Vanessa said, “I think so too. She looks about the same age as our granddaughter, but she’s so much thinner. You can tell she doesn’t eat well or live well at home. Gavin looks so robust, but he’s too heartless toward his own sister!” “I never expected him to be such a bastard. Not only did he abandon his post this time, but if it weren’t for Milani, I might have lost my life!” Adam said, becoming even more disappointed in Gavin. When Peter returned and they saw no one behind him, Adam was so angry he nearly threw his cup. He asked, “Where’s Gavin?” Peter looked at me with pity, his expression troubled: “Mr. Gavin James didn’t come. He said he was busy.” Adam frowned deeply: “What’s he busy with? He can’t even spare time when his sister is sick?” I struggled to sit up, my voice hoarse but calm: “Gavin is probably playing with Janet.” Adam said, “Ridiculous! You have such a high fever, and he still has the mood to play with someone else? Peter, did you tell him Milani’s condition is serious?” Peter sighed, looking uncomfortable. He really didn’t know how to repeat those harsh words. Seeing his reaction, Adam’s face grew even darker, and he demanded sternly, “Speak up! What exactly did he say?” Peter had no choice but to answer: “He said as long as Milani isn’t dead, don’t bother him…” Adam could hardly believe what he was hearing. What did he mean by “as long as she’s not dead, don’t bother him”? Is that something a brother should say? But when he turned to look at me, he saw my pale little face flushed with fever, yet my expression remained completely calm, as if I was already used to this. This broke both Adam’s and Vanessa’s hearts. Adam let out a cold laugh and slammed the table hard: “Fine! Just fine! Go one more time and tell him I’m asking him to come! “I want to see—if Milani being sick can’t get him here, whether I can get him to come!” Peter had no choice but to go out again. The hospital room fell into silence. After a long while, Vanessa finally spoke softly, her voice full of concern: “Mila, may I call you that? “What exactly happened between you and Gavin?”

I honestly don’t know the answer to that question either. When Camille was still alive, Gavin wasn’t like this at all. He was the one who spoiled me the most in our entire family. No matter how unreasonable my requests were, he’d always fulfill them. Everyone knew that Gavin absolutely adored me. But all of that changed completely after Camille died. At Camille’s funeral, Caden brought back a girl around Christmas and my age named Janet, claiming she was his adopted daughter. He called Gavin aside for a private conversation, and from that day on, Gavin became a completely different person—he never looked at me properly again. Not only did he make me give up my room to Janet, but he also took back all those quirky little gifts he used to give me and handed them all over to Janet instead. Once upon a time, I felt hurt and resentful about it. I desperately wanted to understand why he was treating me this way. But the moment I died under his beating in my previous life, I realized none of it mattered anymore. The Gavin who cherished and loved me had died long ago. The current Gavin was nothing more than Janet’s brother. I brushed him off with some random excuses and waited another half hour, but Peter still hadn’t returned. Just then, the hospital room door was kicked open. It was Caden. He frowned, looking at me lying in the hospital bed with complete impatience. “What are you making a fuss about now? Gavin called and told me you’re faking illness, even dragging his boss into this charade to fool him. Don’t you realize how much his boss values Gavin? He’ll need to rely on him in the future! Milani, how can you not even have half the sense that Janet does?” Caden spoke these words with an expression of deep disappointment. But hearing him belittle me like this, I almost burst out laughing. Gavin really was an idiot. He never stopped to think—how could an ordinary high school student like me, who hadn’t even started college yet, possibly get Adam’s driver to put on an act with me twice? Sure enough, Caden’s words also infuriated Adam and Vanessa. Adam scolded him: “How can you, as a father, show so little concern for your daughter’s health? She has a high fever!” He thought such words might make Caden care about me a little more, but instead, Caden just sneered and shrugged, his eyes full of disdain. “Keep up the act. You just want to compete with Janet for attention, don’t you? Milani, all you know how to do is pull these petty tricks. You’re exactly like your dead mother—if only she could have been more generous…” Meeting my cold, emotionless gaze, Caden, who had been chattering away just a second before, suddenly realized he’d said something he shouldn’t have. He immediately shut his mouth, looking somewhat panicked. My heart sank, sensing something was terribly wrong. Camille had clearly died of illness. Back then, while Gavin and I were busy with school and work respectively, Caden had personally handled all of Camille’s care. He had emphasized countless times how well he’d taken care of her. When Camille passed away, we simply assumed she’d become so thin because of her illness. But what did he mean by what he just said? What did “if only she could have been more generous” mean? I didn’t dare think too deeply about it, but I silently resolved to investigate this matter thoroughly. Adam and Vanessa were so furious at Caden’s words that they threw him out directly. Standing outside the door, Caden continued muttering unpleasant things. Peter, who had just returned, ran into him and sent Caden scurrying away with a single punch. Seeing Peter return alone this time, Adam wasn’t surprised, though his expression was very dark. He said angrily: “Gavin is really getting too arrogant—he won’t even listen to me anymore!” Peter said helplessly: “I repeatedly emphasized that these were your instructions, but Gavin just wouldn’t believe it. And that adopted sister of his…” He paused, then mimicked Janet’s tone of voice: “Who knows what kind of shady people Milani has gotten to know, that she could make up such lies to fool Gavin!” Peter’s imitation of Janet’s fake innocent yet somewhat affected tone was spot-on. I wasn’t surprised at all that Janet would say such things. After all, in my previous life, that’s exactly how she always behaved at home, and both Caden and Gavin chose to believe her. Adam and Vanessa fell silent for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of sympathy. Adam sighed and said: “Mila, I never imagined your family situation was like this. Don’t worry, you’re my lifesaver. They don’t care about you, but from now on, you’re my goddaughter! With me here, no one will dare bully you again!” Vanessa also gently stroked my hair, softly comforting me not to be afraid. This long-lost care and trust made my eyes well up with tears. I said: “Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster, thank you.” Vanessa said: “No need to thank us. From now on, you’re part of our family too.” Just then, Gavin stormed in furiously, his face and body blackened with soot, a patch of his hair burned off, looking utterly disheveled. The moment he entered, he commanded me: “Milani, if you’re not dead, get out of here right now! Janet got burned, and there are no available beds. Give up this room for her!”

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My five-year-old daughter Anna Lewis declared in front of the entire family during dinner that she was a reborn soul. She said, “In two minutes, Mom will personally hand me over to human traffickers and gouge out my eyes.” Everyone thought Anna was just talking nonsense. However, two minutes later, Anna really disappeared. When we found her again, her eyes were already a bloody mess. I, Lena Reed, rushed to hold Anna and dash to the hospital, but she whispered, “In the next second, Mom will stage a car accident to kill me completely because she suspects I’m not her biological child.” As soon as she finished speaking, a truck indeed crashed into the ambulance. Now the whole family began to believe that Anna might truly be a reborn soul. I desperately crawled out of the car, wanting to go back and save Anna, but my husband Anton Lewis grabbed me in fury, beat me severely, and left me bleeding on the roadside. Anna received timely medical treatment. Then she said again, “Mom is a homewrecker. To steal Dad away from Diana Edwards, she deliberately got pregnant with me. She doesn’t love me at all.” The whole family felt heartbroken for Anna, and Anton immediately filed for divorce and kicked me out of the house. I wandered the streets and eventually died from infected wounds in a garbage dump. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day Anna announced she was a reborn soul. ***** “I’m a reborn soul, I can predict the future.” Anna said in her childish voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the table with her hands on her hips, looking proud. The whole family sat around, treating it as innocent childish nonsense, nobody taking it seriously. But I felt a chill down my spine. In my previous life, it was precisely because of these words that I ended up dying miserably on the streets. I touched the wounds on my body that had healed completely, yet the excruciating pain seemed to still linger in my body. Anton’s mother Sarah Lewis then chimed in, “Yes, yes, our Anna is a prophet, she’ll definitely achieve great things in the future.” But the dismissive tone in her voice triggered Anna’s displeasure, and she shouted loudly, “I’m telling the truth! In my past life, it was Mom who killed me, personally handing me over to human traffickers! “My eyes will be gouged out too, I’ll become blind!” Anna glared at me angrily, her expression terrifyingly serious. Her words immediately drew disapproval from Anton’s father Elliot Lewis. “Hey, what are you talking about? Been watching too many cartoons?” Hearing this, Anna threw herself into Sarah’s arms with a grieved expression. “Grandma, I’m not lying, Mom is a bad person, I don’t want to die…” Sarah said, “Anna is still young, you’re actually taking her words seriously? Why are you getting angry with her?” Seeing Sarah doting on Anna like this, I couldn’t help but sneer. If it weren’t for Anna’s words in my previous life that led to my miserable death, I might have believed it too. After comforting Anna, Sarah turned to look at me. “Lena, don’t just stand there. I noticed we’re out of salt in the kitchen, go downstairs and buy a pack.” I nodded, my mind calculating how to deal with Anna, and was just about to leave. Just then, Anna suddenly looked at me with terror. “Ah? Mom, are you going out to contact the human traffickers? Mom, don’t take me away!”

Anna’s sudden reaction worried Sarah, who immediately pulled Anna into a tight embrace. “Oh my, what’s gotten into Anna today? Why does she keep saying such strange things?” I stopped at the doorway, watching Anna curled up in Sarah’s arms, then glanced at the wall clock. At that moment, there was still one minute left before the time Anna claimed I would hand her over to human traffickers. Earlier, concerned that Anna might have been frightened, I hadn’t planned to go out shopping and had asked Sarah to do the errands instead. She had stayed with me for a while, then said her stomach hurt and needed to use the bathroom. I personally escorted her to the restroom, and she never came out. Even now, thinking back on it, I find the whole thing incredibly bizarre. Later, when the traffickers called with their ransom demands, we learned that Anna had truly been kidnapped. The police even sent someone to examine the bathroom, but they could never figure out how a five-year-old child could end up 30 miles away within an hour. I hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and pulled out my phone to call Anton. “Hey, remember to pick up some salt on your way home from work. Anna’s acting up at home—she might be sick.” Anton’s irritated voice came through the phone. “Are you kidding me? I’m in the middle of a client meeting! What exactly do you do at home? Can’t you go buy it yourself?” He hung up immediately after that. I wasn’t angry. I turned and walked back into the house, saying to Sarah, “Sarah, I think Anna might be traumatized. Let’s stay with her in the living room. I’ll arrange for a psychologist to come check on her later.” Hearing this, Sarah frowned. “Are you really being this dramatic? Anna’s just being a little mischievous.” “A child’s physical health is important, but so is their mental health.” I put on a worried expression and walked over to touch Anna’s face. Then I got up and pushed open the bathroom door, saying, “Sarah, didn’t I tell you the bathroom needs regular cleaning? Look, there are cockroaches running around. I just bought new insecticide and need to spray it thoroughly. Don’t let anyone use the bathroom for the next three hours—you could get poisoned.” My actions clearly disrupted Anna’s plan. Her expression showed obvious panic. This time, let’s see how Anna would validate her rebirth prophecy. Two minutes passed, and the so-called rebirth prophecy naturally fell apart. No one in the family took it seriously. Just then, Anna suddenly shouted loudly, “No, I’m going to mess my pants!” Sarah panicked when she heard this. “Oh no, what should we do? Lena, can’t we use the bathroom yet?” I had noticed Anna’s shifty eyes from the start—she was clearly plotting something. Looking at her, I pulled out a basin I had prepared earlier and said, “Just go here. The bathroom definitely can’t be used.” “I want to use the bathroom! I don’t want to go in a basin, or I’ll mess my pants!” Anna threatened. I just chuckled coldly. “Then go ahead and mess them. The bathroom can’t be used today anyway, and I can change you into clean pants.” My response left Anna speechless for a moment. She shouted frantically, “Mommy is the bad guy! Grandma, call the police and arrest Mommy, or she’s going to kill me!” I said, “Fine, when the police come, I’ll tell them you messed your pants.” Seeing my indifference, Anna simply pouted and started holding her breath, her face gradually turning red. “Anna, why are you doing this? Open your mouth and breathe!” Sarah was really afraid she’d hurt herself and quickly pried open her mouth. Watching her sulky behavior, I felt completely unmoved. Regarding Anna, I’ve always felt my parenting approach wasn’t fundamentally flawed. I tried to fulfill any reasonable request she had. I did everything I could to raise her to be an honest, loving child, but I could never understand why she turned out the way she did. Seeing my firm attitude, Anna actually held her breath and messed her pants. A foul smell spread through the room, and Sarah covered her nose, scolding, “You little brat!” She went to get water, preparing to clean Anna’s bottom. I didn’t stop her, just calmly got up and went to the bedroom to get clean pants. However, when I walked out of the room with the pants, I was completely stunned. Sarah stood there looking bewildered, holding the basin as we stared at each other, and Anna was gone! The living room was empty. Elliot had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, and Anna’s soiled pants were still lying on the floor. Sarah was frantic, searching every corner of the house inside and out, but there was no trace of Anna anywhere. No sound of doors opening or footsteps—a five-year-old child had mysteriously vanished once again. I muttered to myself, “How is this possible?” I was even more anxious than Sarah because I knew exactly what was coming next. “Is it really impossible to change?” I gritted my teeth, searching the room for any clues, but found nothing. Panic set in, and I instinctively made the same decision as in my previous life—I called the police. While waiting for the officers to arrive, I searched the entire neighborhood but still couldn’t find any trace of Anna. Unwilling to give up, I asked the property management to pull the security footage, but Anna was nowhere to be seen in the recordings. When the police arrived, everything unfolded almost exactly as it had in my previous life. They couldn’t find any valuable leads either, leaving us with nothing but a request for patience before they departed. It wasn’t until I received that video of Anna with her eyes gouged out that I fell into complete despair. What was meant to happen had happened. The kidnappers called, demanding a ransom of one million dollars. Seeing Anna’s condition, Sarah sobbed uncontrollably. Anton also rushed home from work. When he saw the footage of Anna being tortured, he charged at me in fury and delivered two resounding slaps across my face. He roared, “I asked you to watch the child at home—this is how you watch her? If anything happens to Anna, I’ll make you pay with your life!” If the police hadn’t been there, he probably would have killed me. Later, when the police questioned us again about any unusual circumstances during Anna’s disappearance, Elliot suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “I remember Anna saying that her mom would personally hand her over to human traffickers and gouge out her eyes.” Anna’s prophecy had come true. Sarah also looked like she’d had a revelation: “That’s right, I was recording at the time and think I caught it on video.” Sarah pulled out her phone and showed the video from that day. In the background of the footage, Anna was standing on the table, shouting those words that would send me plummeting into the abyss. I was stunned, having completely failed to notice when Sarah had recorded this video. Before I could fully process what was happening, Anton suddenly lunged at me like a madman, grabbing my collar: “That’s your own daughter—how could you do such a thing? Are you even human?” Before the police could pull him away, he kicked me hard in the chest. I crashed heavily to the ground, the intense pain snapping me back to reality. “Something’s wrong—something’s not right,” I thought frantically, until I saw Anton’s angry, twisted face and suddenly realized what it was. I said, “You believe the nonsense of a five-year-old? Your parents were both home at the time—why don’t you go suspect them instead?”

Sarah panicked when she saw me glaring at them. “That’s right, Anton. Lena was home with us the whole time taking care of Anna. How could she possibly do such a thing?” “Then how do you explain this?” Anton was about to charge over and beat me up again. At that moment, the police finally stepped in to stop him. “Enough! Saving lives is what matters. Wasting time arguing isn’t worth it.” The officer’s words helped Anton calm down slightly, but he still glared at me with hatred. The police then motioned for me to use my phone to call the kidnappers again so they could track their location. But just then, something Sarah said suddenly put me on high alert. I thought to myself: “Where did she learn to say those things? Could she really be reborn too?” My heart skipped a beat. If Anna truly was reborn and had been confronting me for so long, wouldn’t she have noticed that I was reborn too? So who was really behind Anna’s lies? I paused briefly, then said firmly: “No need to make the call. I know where the kidnappers will arrange to meet me.” The police looked at me with confusion. To prevent Anton from losing control, I specifically asked the officers to go to a separate room where I told them the exact location. Initially, the police didn’t believe me, until my phone received a text message from the kidnappers with the transaction details. The location mentioned was exactly the same as what I had told them. Though shocked, the police had no choice but to temporarily follow my arrangements in order to rescue the victim as quickly as possible. I made a further request: deploy only a small police force at the designated location for the arrest, while strengthening vehicle checkpoints on the main roads leading to the hospital. The lead officer said: “This is too risky, too dangerous. I have to be responsible for the hostage and my team members.” “But what if these kidnappers are just ordinary people being used? The real mastermind might be waiting on the road to ambush us!” I said emotionally. “I don’t want to watch them die.” The officer sensed something unusual about me and eventually agreed to my request, but also made it clear that they would immediately adjust their strategy if the situation changed. Actually, I dared to make this suggestion for a reason. In my previous life, after the police successfully rescued Anna, interrogation revealed that the kidnappers were actually a group of college students looking for part-time work. They claimed someone had hired them to stage a kidnapping, not knowing it would be real. This time, I arrived at the location agreed upon with the kidnappers right on time with the ransom money. Just like in my previous life, the police operation went very smoothly, and Anna was safely rescued. Due to her severe injuries, Anna was immediately rushed to the hospital for treatment. Throughout the journey, I stayed by her side. She looked to be in terrible pain, with the wounds around both eye sockets already infected. She was only five years old, my most beloved daughter. Seeing her in this condition broke my heart. This time, I didn’t wait for her to speak first. Instead, I asked the question that had been weighing on my mind: “Anna, tell me, did Daddy tell you to do this?” However, the moment I finished speaking, Anna suddenly started screaming: “Ahhhhh, Mommy, please don’t kill me! I was wrong! I’ll never speak out of turn again!” While she was crying and shouting, she secretly slipped a watch into my hand. BANG! A thunderous crash erupted as a fully loaded truck came barreling toward us without warning. The vehicle Anna and I were in flipped over instantly. What was meant to happen had finally come to pass. I crawled out through the ambulance’s side window again, overwhelmed by intense dizziness that made me nauseous. I watched Anton, Elliot, and Sarah jump out of their police car and rush over to help. When Anna was pulled from the wreckage, she had completely lost consciousness and couldn’t say a word. Nearly half the ambulance had been crushed, and one paramedic died on the spot. Police dragged the truck driver, Russell Hart, from his seat and quickly restrained him. “My Anna!” While I stood there in a daze, Anton’s anguished cry pierced my ears. I turned to see him holding Anna’s lifeless body, sobbing in despair. His pain was real and profound—definitely not an act. Sarah screamed, “It’s you! You killed my granddaughter! I heard it—she begged you not to kill her!” “Give me back my granddaughter, give her back…” Sarah ran over and slapped me hard across the face, then collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. The pain helped clear my head slightly. I stared at Russell, struggling to accept what I was seeing. I mumbled, “No, impossible. How could Anna be dead? She was supposed to be saved.” “What went wrong? What the hell went wrong?” The outcome had changed, but I had too many questions. Before I could figure it out, Anton suddenly pulled out a knife and lunged at me. Caught off guard, I was stabbed multiple times. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear me apart alive. He roared, “Why? Why did you kidnap Anna? Wasn’t beating her enough for you?” “She’s just a child! Even if she knew about your business, so what? Why did you have to kill her to keep her quiet? You monster! You don’t deserve to be her mother, you don’t deserve…” Anton kept saying things I couldn’t understand. I wanted to ask what he meant, but suddenly my body felt weightless. I collapsed. Anton was also subdued by arriving officers. The crash scene descended into chaos. I had so many unanswered questions, but there was no one left to provide answers. At my hospital bedside, a lawyer said, “Ms. Reed, your daughter is dead, and police are investigating whether you’re involved in her murder.” “This is something your husband asked me to give you. Please review it.” He handed me a document: “This divorce agreement has already been signed by Mr. Lewis. He asked me to tell you he’s willing to give you all the family assets.” “However, he will also file a lawsuit against you, charging you with murdering your own daughter. We’ll notify you separately about the court date.” The lawyer left after speaking. I stared at the divorce papers in my hands, gripping them tightly. “Why me?” I whispered to myself. Though this life was different from the last, the result was the same. I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong or where things had gone off track. I’d suspected Anton, but judging by his current behavior, he seemed to have no reason to manipulate Anna into doing those things. So why had Anna become like that, constantly saying I would hurt her? What could a five-year-old child have experienced to make her act that way? After thinking long and hard, I suddenly remembered what Anton had said when he stabbed me. He must know some truth I didn’t. But given the current situation, there was no way he’d communicate with me calmly. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. After being discharged, I went straight to the police station. Since my case was still under investigation, I was a key person of interest. After hearing my request, the police agreed to let me see Anna’s body in the morgue, but with time restrictions. When I saw the dark purple bruises covering Anna’s body, I froze completely. The medical examiner told me these marks could only result from prolonged, severe abuse. He also said, “And her injuries show old wounds that hadn’t healed before new ones were added. If you didn’t hurt Anna, then someone else definitely did.” The police also told me Russell wasn’t a suspect—the accident was caused by vehicle malfunction. Combined with Anna’s statements before her death, all evidence seemed to point to me again. The officer continued, “However, we discovered your daughter was missing something. Your husband said it was a digital watch. Have you seen it?” His words hit me like thunder. I didn’t immediately turn over the watch, instead pretending ignorance and quickly leaving the station. Only after confirming I was safe did I open the watch. A memo popped up on the tiny screen. As I read those lines of text, tears instantly streamed down my face. I finally understood why Anna had become the way she was.

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I, Rylee Grant, was reborn back to Christmas 1975. At that time, I was only three months pregnant. I told no one and quietly had an abortion. But from then on, I still wrapped my belly with padding every day, pretending to still be pregnant. This was because in my previous life, my husband Wyatt Courtland’s first love Grace Wilson and I gave birth on the same day. She successfully delivered a healthy baby boy, while I gave birth to a mixed-race child. Wyatt flew into a rage and publicly denounced me as a slut, saying I had an unspeakable relationship with a foreigner. I desperately tried to explain, crying repeatedly that the child wasn’t mine, but no one believed me. Not only that, he also took the initiative to report me, turning in several foreign letters he found in our home. I was taken away by the FBI and sentenced to prison on espionage charges. I was sentenced to ten years in prison. When I was released, I was nothing but skin and bones. Wyatt, however, was promoted for his merit in reporting me. That day, he held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My son also looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” The moment I learned the truth, I was so angry I coughed up blood and died. Now that I’m living again, I want to see what they can use to scheme against me this time without a child! ***** Returning to the Courtland house from the hospital, I ran straight into Wyatt helping Grace prepare to go out. Fortunately, I had wrapped my belly with padding beforehand to conceal the truth, so they didn’t notice anything unusual. Grace smiled and said: “Rylee, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Wyatt, and he said he’d take me to the hospital for a checkup. Look at him, making such a big fuss over a small matter. He’s so responsible – when you have your baby, he’ll definitely be a good father too.” If it were before, I really would have fantasized about raising children with Wyatt because of her few words. But after being reborn, I realized how ridiculous I had been, actually believing that Grace and Wyatt genuinely cared about me. Their eyes fell on my belly without a trace of concern, only naked greed and calculation. In my previous life, I never noticed that Wyatt, my husband, cared far more about Grace than me. Even when we went into labor on the same day, I was still foolishly thinking how coincidental it was, and if the children happened to be a boy and a girl, we could arrange their engagement in advance. After the children were born, Wyatt rushed into the hospital room holding a swaddled baby and slapped me hard across the face without a word. He said I had betrayed him and actually had relations with a foreigner. I couldn’t believe it, but I still took the child and looked – it was indeed a mixed-race baby. Wyatt demanded a divorce from me in front of everyone at the hospital, and no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. He even reported me to the FBI for allegedly colluding with foreigners and suspected of selling state secrets, attaching so-called “evidence” he had found in the study – letters of my correspondence with foreigners. I instantly became a despised spy, arrested and sent to prison before my body had recovered, sentenced to ten years. I suffered endless torture in prison. Finally, on the day of my release, Wyatt embraced Grace and told me the truth, and I realized it had all been a scheme they had orchestrated together. Wyatt held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My biological son looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” Already weakened by my imprisonment, I was literally killed by their shameless behavior. Thinking of my miserable end in my previous life, while Wyatt climbed higher by stepping on me and lived sweetly with Grace, the hatred in my heart almost burst through my chest. “A good father? That’s not necessarily true.” I smiled coldly, my tone sarcastic. “I said I had a cold and needed to go to the hospital, but Wyatt didn’t care about me either. It seems his concern for you is indeed much more than for me.” Wyatt’s expression changed slightly, and he forced himself to remain calm as he explained: “Don’t misunderstand, Rylee. You used to be a soldier with good physical condition. Grace is different – she’s been frail since childhood. Moreover, her parents were both martyrs and are no longer in this world. Now she’s alone with her husband not by her side, so naturally I, as her brother, should take extra care of her.” He spoke so righteously, as if he truly had no selfish motives. Before leaving with Grace, Wyatt turned back to add: “If you’re not feeling well, just rest in bed. Oh, and don’t take cold medicine carelessly – it could affect the baby.” The first half was insignificant; the second half was his real point. Noticing his gaze fall on my belly again, I casually brushed him off with a few words, then turned and went upstairs, taking out cold medicine and swallowing it directly. What a joke! That ungrateful child was already gone – what could possibly be affected?

That very evening, I used my pregnancy discomfort as an excuse to demand separate bedrooms from Wyatt. Wyatt was initially reluctant to agree. Grace convinced him, saying that letting me, a pregnant woman with physical limitations, rest properly would benefit the baby’s development. Only then did he reluctantly consent. He said, “Grace is right. If sleeping separately is good for the baby, then we’ll sleep separately. But Rylee, you must take care of your health. If anything seems wrong with the baby, call me immediately.” If I hadn’t already known he was only worried about something happening to my child—leaving no one to take the blame for Grace—I might have actually believed he cared about me. Unfortunately, it was all just an illusion. I lowered my eyes, hiding the hatred within them, and nodded gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take good care of the baby.” Hearing this, Wyatt felt much more at ease. He knew me well and understood that I always kept my word. When we first met through a mutual colleague’s introduction, I fell for him at first sight. Learning he was a traditional man, I had even promised that if I could marry him, I would focus on our family. After our marriage, I indeed applied to suspend all my work commitments. Therefore, even though my former military rank was slightly higher than Wyatt’s, he remained convinced that I was deeply in love with him, even certain that he had me completely under his control. Over the following period, I pretended to know nothing while quietly watching his undisguised favoritism toward Grace. Military work was indeed demanding, but whenever he had the slightest free time, he would accompany Grace to her prenatal appointments. The hospital staff had long since assumed Wyatt was Grace’s husband. When the doctor mentioned that “the baby’s mother is a bit underweight,” Wyatt immediately bought plenty of meat, cooking nutritious meals for Grace every day. Of course, since Grace suffered from severe morning sickness, most of that meat ended up in my mouth instead. Her health didn’t improve much, but I became considerably more robust, feeling much more energetic during my morning physical training. Wyatt was somewhat displeased about this, but couldn’t say much. After all, I was his wife in name. What husband buys meat that his wife can’t eat? Perhaps seeing Wyatt and Grace growing too close, many neighbors came to warn me. “Rylee, I know you’re easygoing, but you can’t be indifferent to everything. Wyatt is young and promising—you need to be careful not to let another woman steal him away.” I simply smiled and thanked them for their concern. Right now, I couldn’t be happier that Wyatt was putting all his attention on Grace. Otherwise, if he had touched my belly even once or suddenly decided to accompany me to a prenatal appointment, he would have discovered there was no baby in my stomach at all. The belly that now appeared similar to Grace’s was actually the result of my daily observations of her changing figure, constantly adjusting padding to create the effect. Wyatt didn’t disappoint me. Right up until the due date, he never noticed anything unusual, only growing anxious about my belly showing no signs of labor. Grace had been experiencing frequent contractions lately and could give birth at any moment. The doctor advised her to stay at the hospital, but fearing complications, she insisted on returning home, watching my belly obsessively every day. After two more days, Grace couldn’t wait any longer. She cried that she was in pain, and Wyatt immediately brought a plate of drugged lobster bisque and knocked on my door. He said, “Rylee, this is lobster bisque my mom sent over. Try some quickly—get some nutrition.”

I glanced at the lobster bisque—only broth remained in the plate. The so-called lobster meat had probably been sent to Grace long ago. I took the plate of lobster bisque, and under Wyatt’s expectant gaze, I simply set it aside. Sure enough, Wyatt immediately lost his composure. He couldn’t help but say, “Mom made this soup herself. If you wait any longer, it’ll get cold and won’t taste good. Try it quickly—don’t waste her kind gesture.” “She has kind gestures for me?” I almost laughed out loud, my tone dripping with sarcasm. Wyatt’s mother, Hayley Courtland, had always despised me for not being gentle and considerate enough. She thought I wasn’t the type who could keep a household running smoothly. She looked down on my ordinary background—my parents were from the countryside. Compared to Grace, a war hero’s descendant, I naturally fell far short. Her favorite line was: “Sigh, why didn’t I set up Grace and Wyatt back then? I adore Grace so much more than that cold Rylee.” After we both got pregnant, she only had eyes for Grace. Whatever good things the family had, she gave them all to Grace. My turn never came. Wyatt knew all of this. Remembering Hayley’s attitude toward me, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes. But quickly, he found an excuse: “Rylee, Mom just has a tough exterior but a soft heart. She’s actually very kind. How could she possibly not care about our child? She made this soup with her own hands. Just don’t hold it against her, okay? She’s my mother!” I said nothing more, as if convinced by his words, and picked up the plate of soup, draining it in one go. Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and contentedly took away the empty plate. I knew that plate of soup definitely contained labor-inducing drugs. Before long, I pretended the medication was taking effect, clutching my stomach and crying out in pain: “Oh no, my stomach hurts so much! Am I going into labor? Wyatt, get me to the hospital quickly!” Wyatt and Grace exchanged glances, barely containing their excitement. Grace immediately pressed her hands to her stomach too: “Wyatt, I think I’m going into labor too!” “Perfect, Grace is going into labor too! I’ll take you both to the hospital right now!” Wyatt eagerly ran to a neighbor’s house to borrow a car, then drove Grace and me to the hospital. Just as we arrived at the hospital, Grace’s pants were already soaked, and she was crying pitifully: “It hurts so much… Wyatt, am I going to die?” He tenderly picked her up, only throwing me a single line: “Grace’s situation is more urgent. I’ll take her first—figure it out yourself!” I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure and leisurely walked into the private delivery room I had arranged in advance. Standing in the room was the very doctor Wyatt had paid off. What he didn’t know was that a few days ago, I had already renegotiated terms with this doctor, offering him a higher price to work for me instead. I lay on the hospital bed for several hours, finally waiting for Wyatt’s arrival. Wyatt was carrying a baby blanket. Seeing me lying with my eyes closed as if asleep, he tiptoed in, heading straight for the “child” placed beside me. He carefully set the blanket by the bed. Before he could get a good look at “our” child, I called out to him: “Wyatt, what are you doing?” Caught off guard by my voice, Wyatt was so startled he nearly dropped the bundle in his arms. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, securing the child and forcing a weak smile in my direction. “I wasn’t doing anything. Look, Grace has already given birth. I just wanted to come see you and our child.” At that moment, Grace’s baby in his arms seemed to sense the change in environment and suddenly burst into loud cries. Wyatt’s eyes flickered as he pulled back the swaddling cloth. With just one glance, his expression changed drastically, fury blazing in his eyes. “Rylee, is this really your biological child? You actually had an affair?” This angry outburst caught the attention of all the patients and families in the ward. People crowded around, wanting to see what was happening. The Courtland family, who had just received the news and rushed over, pushed to the front. Hayley immediately spotted the mixed-race child. She shrieked, “Rylee, you shameless woman! My son Wyatt is accomplished and handsome. When you two got married, we prepared so many wedding gifts for you. How have we ever wronged you? You actually had an affair with a foreigner and gave birth to his child. You’re absolutely shameless!” She collapsed to the floor, wailing and crying, saying she wanted to drag me out and beat me to death. Her performance won the sympathy of the onlookers, who joined in condemning me. In the chaos, Grace also struggled out on her weak legs. Seeing the situation before her, a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes, but she covered her mouth and feigned surprise, saying, “Oh my, Rylee, you actually had an affair and had someone else’s child? No wonder when I was at home, I always saw you writing in characters I couldn’t understand…” After saying this, she put on an act of looking at me with some remorse, as if she was afraid. She said, “I’m sorry, Rylee. This was your secret. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Wyatt immediately shielded her behind him and righteously scolded me: “Rylee, I never imagined you were this kind of person, actually corresponding with foreigners? Did you leak military intelligence from my unit? You were once a soldier too—don’t you know this information can’t be shared? Even if you’re my wife, I absolutely won’t cover for you! Mom, Dad, contact the FBI immediately and tell them we’ve discovered a spy!” Hearing the word “spy,” everyone’s gaze toward me filled with hatred. “Traitor, bitch! Lock her up in prison!” “She’s shameless! Mr. Courtland did the right thing reporting her. She doesn’t deserve such a good man!” “Stone her! Let’s see if she dares to be a spy again!” In this sensitive era, emotions ran high, and the crowd was furious, ready to beat me to death on the spot. Someone threw a precious egg they normally couldn’t bear to eat, hitting my bedside and splattering yolk on my face. Seeing my disheveled state, Grace hid behind the crowd and smirked. But when our eyes met for an instant, her heart trembled and her smile froze. In her imagination, I should have been frantically trying to defend myself. But I just stared at her coldly, as if I could see through all her pretenses and schemes. Grace felt a wave of unease. Her gaze fell on the baby in Wyatt’s arms, and she suddenly froze. This baby seemed to have barely cried from the beginning. Just as she was about to pull Wyatt aside to say something, commotion came from outside. “We’re with the FBI. Please step aside, everyone!”

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