My boyfriend Alfred Clark doesn’t like to wear condoms during sex, which has caused me to get pregnant ten times. I even had to pay for the abortion procedures myself because he claimed he had no money. The evening after my latest procedure, I went to work as a cocktail waitress at a club to earn extra money. However, outside one of the private rooms, I saw Alfred wearing a custom-tailored suit, saying he had bought jewelry worth a billion dollars for Mia Reid, the woman he truly loved. One of his friends crudely remarked, “Alfred, I heard you deliberately got Daisy Bell pregnant again. That’s the tenth time, right? This is your revenge for Mia, isn’t it?” Alfred replied coldly, “Daisy stole first place from Mia in that debate competition. So I deliberately pretended to be poor, approached her, and taught her a lesson. These past years, I’ve warned all businesses in Washington not to hire Daisy, forcing her to work multiple jobs to support me. She deserves it.” Hearing his words, the others laughed lewdly. Then, a man asked, “Alfred, do you have any feelings for her? You must be tired of that poor woman by now. Aren’t you afraid she’ll discover the truth and break up with you or cause trouble?” Alfred said with disgust, “My heart only has room for Mia. On Daisy’s birthday, I’ll use a marriage proposal as an excuse to publish her intimate photos and videos online, and then reveal the truth. I want to see just how desperate she’ll be then.” As he spoke, he threw a stack of photos on the table, letting everyone look at them. Accompanied by a burst of laughter, I felt like I was sinking into an icy pit. One man laughed and said, “Alfred, you’re so loyal. Daisy looks innocent, but I never imagined she’d be so wild in bed. If Alfred hadn’t already ruined her, I’d want to try her myself.” They laughed obscenely while looking at my intimate photos, humiliating me without restraint. Alfred laughed coldly and said contemptuously, “Daisy always liked to bully Mia. So I’ll destroy her reputation. Don’t reveal my identity before Daisy’s birthday. Otherwise, that gold-digger will definitely cling to me and not let me go.” I stood frozen at the doorway, my red eyes filled with disbelief. No wonder for the past five years, Alfred always took out his phone to record videos during sex. When I asked him why, Alfred said these videos were to ease his longing when he couldn’t see me. Since I was always busy with part-time jobs, I softened and agreed. Suddenly, Alfred’s loud laughter and intermittent moaning sounds came from the private room. “I have videos on my phone too. If you call me daddy, I’ll show you the videos.” I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, making it impossible to breathe. I couldn’t bear to hear more, so I turned and stumbled away from the club. Outside, it was pouring rain, and because I had just had surgery, my lower abdomen started hurting again. I couldn’t tell if it was tears or rain streaming down my face. When I met Alfred that year, I had just graduated from college. My parents had passed away early, leaving me with their debts. When debt collectors found me, Alfred suddenly appeared and protected me. He took out all his savings to help me pay off the debt. After we got together, Alfred always said he was poor, so I worked three or four jobs a day to support both of us. I also wondered why, despite graduating with excellent grades, no company was willing to hire me. Alfred comforted me, saying I would definitely find a good job in the future and that he would never leave me. His sex drive was strong, and he didn’t like using condoms, so I kept getting pregnant over and over. Each time I got pregnant, he would say we weren’t in a position to raise a child. So even though I had ten abortions, I never complained. But it turns out this was all a scam he had designed. Back at our rental apartment, I sat on the sofa until dark. Then, I heard the door opening, and Alfred staggered in, obviously drunk. Alfred said, “Daisy, I went out tonight to secure some investment and drank a lot. My stomach hurts.” If it had been before, I would have thoughtfully made him honey lemon tea. But now, I was just tired. When he didn’t hear my response, Alfred came over and hugged me. “What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?” Fighting back my disgust, I shook my head and said, “I’m fine.” Alfred didn’t suspect anything, and his hands started to reach inside my clothes. His intentions were obvious. I frowned, avoiding his touch, and said, “I just had surgery. I don’t want to.” After his mood was disrupted, Alfred instinctively scolded, “What are you pretending for? It’s not like you haven’t had abortions before.” My heart filled with endless bitterness. Realizing he had said something wrong, Alfred softened his tone. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I’m drunk, so I misspoke. You should rest. I’ll make you something to eat.” He kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen. Just then, Alfred’s phone on the table suddenly rang. I picked up his phone and unlocked it. As always, his password was my birthday. On his WhatsApp, messages kept popping up in a group chat. [Alfred, Mia is coming back to the country tomorrow. We’ve prepared all the gifts you wanted.] [Jewelry worth over a hundred million dollars and fresh seasonal flowers flown in.] [If Mia knew about all the things Alfred has done for her these past years, she would be so happy.] I clenched my fists. So this is how clearly Alfred distinguishes between the person he loves and the one he doesn’t. I smiled self-mockingly and put the phone back. After coming out of the kitchen, Alfred checked the messages on his phone and smiled happily. When he looked at me again, he pretended to be frustrated and said, “Baby, my boss has arranged something urgent for me tomorrow. I can’t spend our anniversary with you.” I lowered my head, not exposing his lie. After all, I no longer wanted this relationship full of schemes, nor did I want Alfred anymore.

Early the next morning, I got up to pack my belongings. I barely slept all night, my mind unable to find peace. Last night while Alfred was in the kitchen, I tried to unlock the private album on his phone. But he came back too quickly, and I didn’t have time to delete anything. I needed to erase all those videos before leaving. Just then, Alfred’s confused voice came from behind me: “Daisy, why are you packing? Where are you going?” My hands paused briefly as I calmly lied, “These things are too old. I’m throwing them away.” Alfred nodded, not noticing anything unusual, while I felt terrible inside. For the past five years, to save money, I never threw away old things but continued using them. If he had looked carefully, he would have noticed the box contained items I used daily. But Alfred never paid attention to me, nor did he care about these inexpensive items. For five years, he’s been acting along with me, which must have been quite tiresome for him. Alfred was wearing an exceptionally formal suit today, clearly expensive. I asked, “Is this a new suit?” Seeing me examining him, Alfred became somewhat flustered. “It’s a suit from the company. Since today’s client is important, I need to dress more formally.” Seeing I didn’t question his explanation, Alfred relaxed. Before leaving, he gave me a hug. “I’m very busy today. After I get my bonus tomorrow, I’ll buy you a gift to make it up to you.” “Okay,” I responded softly, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as Alfred left, I booked a flight online. After purchasing the ticket, I realized my account balance wasn’t enough. I went to the bank to withdraw the marriage fund I’d been saving for years. I had once dreamed of marrying Alfred, so I deposited money every month. But after checking the balance, the clerk frowned, returned my card, and said, “There’s only $27.68 left in this account.” Hearing this, I froze. The nearly empty balance hit my heart like a sledgehammer. “That’s impossible. For five years, I’ve been saving money every month.” The clerk informed me: “Your money has been regularly transferred out. It seems it’s been spent.” I felt sick, knowing exactly who was responsible. All these years, I worked tirelessly to support both of us. Even when I was so exhausted I could only eat ramen packets, I never touched the money in this account. But Alfred also knew the password. Although he always claimed he had no money, his clothes were expensive, and he even owned many luxury items. I forced a smile: “Please help me withdraw what’s left.” After receiving the money, I clutched it tightly, realizing it wasn’t nearly enough for my expenses after leaving. Gritting my teeth, I contacted my friend to help me find a high-paying part-time job. She quickly responded and introduced me to a position as a server at a banquet hall. In the evening, I went to the upscale hotel according to the address. After changing into my uniform, I cautiously entered the banquet hall, which was beautifully decorated with flowers and crystals everywhere. But in the next moment, I froze, my face turning pale. On stage, Alfred, dressed in a formal suit, was arm in arm with Mia, looking deeply in love. So this was the venue for the party Alfred had prepared for Mia, to welcome her back. Admiring comments from the surrounding guests continued to reach my ears. One woman remarked appreciatively, “Mr. Clark is so thoughtful toward Ms. Reid. This venue is decorated according to her preferences.” Another woman added, “I heard Mr. Clark prepared South African diamonds and jewelry worth billions of dollars. It seems they’ll be getting married soon.” I hurriedly lowered my head, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. For five years, the only gift Alfred ever gave me was a cheap pair of earrings worth about ten dollars from a street vendor. I even treasured them like precious items, rarely wearing them. I turned to leave, but suddenly someone tripped me. I lost my balance and crashed directly into the champagne tower, causing a tremendous noise. Countless bottles shattered on me. Immediately, I felt intense pain throughout my body. Everyone in the banquet hall turned to look, including the couple on stage. Seeing me in such a miserable state, Alfred was shocked: “What are you doing here?”

I endured the pain of glass piercing my palm as I looked at Alfred. “Alfred.” I managed to stand up. All at once, mocking, contemptuous, and disgusted glances shot toward me, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Someone inquired, “Mr. Clark, do you know this waitress?” Alfred’s previously composed face revealed a hint of panic. Then, frowning, he said, “She was a waitress at a restaurant before. I felt sorry for her and gave her a tip. Since then, she’s been stalking me.” Hearing his words, the people around seemed to understand something, and their gazes toward me filled with judgment. A man said, “I’ve seen this trick many times. Mr. Clark’s status is beyond her reach.” A woman added, “Ms. Reid and Mr. Clark are perfect for each other. This waitress is actually trying to ruin their relationship.” I stared intently at Alfred. Alfred frowned as he strode forward, grabbing me and scolding in a low voice, “I’m here with clients. Why are you causing trouble? Do you want me to lose my job?” Even at this point, he was still acting. I tiredly pushed his hand away, not wanting to argue with him. Just then, Mia walked over, her expression haughty and disdainful. “Daisy, you were known as a good student in our university. How have you fallen to working as a waitress now?” Hearing her words, everyone around began to laugh. I looked at her with complicated feelings. Back then, I had only seen her from afar during a campus debate competition, knowing only that she was the daughter of the Reid family, cherished since childhood. However, I never imagined that simply because I won first place, I would fall into a five-year deception. Seeing that I remained silent, Mia smiled and tossed me a card, saying, “You’ve ruined my party. How will you compensate me?” I clenched my hands at my sides. She pointed to the alcohol displayed on the banquet hall tables and continued, “If you drink all of these, I’ll let you go and give you that card too.” I was stunned because I had just had surgery and couldn’t drink alcohol at all. Seeing that I didn’t move, Alfred became very impatient and lowered his voice, saying, “Are you trying to make me lose my job? How can you be so selfish? Can’t you think about me for once? Do you know how much these drinks cost? Even if you sold yourself, you couldn’t afford them. Drink now!” As he spoke, Alfred forcefully shoved the bottle into my hand. This was the man I had deeply loved for five years! The people around kept urging me, even pushing me. I took a deep breath, then with trembling hands raised the bottle and emptied it. I drank one bottle after another, eventually breaking into a cold sweat, with sharp pain radiating from my abdomen. I looked up at the very satisfied Mia. “I’ve finished. Is the money mine now?” Mia tossed the card in front of me like she was giving alms. After I picked it up, Alfred grabbed me and said, “Leave now, stop embarrassing me here. We’ll discuss this when I get back.” I was dragged to the door, nearly falling. Fighting through the pain, I looked back. At that moment, Alfred was carefully adjusting Mia’s dress, completely different from how he had treated me moments ago. I felt a lump in my throat but forced myself to hold back. That night, I developed a high fever. When I woke up again, I saw Alfred sitting by the bed. He looked very serious, pretending to be concerned as he asked, “Are you feeling better?” Without waiting for my response, he accused, “Do you know you almost ruined everything for me today?” I lowered my head, gripping the sheets tightly. After a long while, I asked softly, pretending to know nothing, “Weren’t you with clients? Why were you there? Why did they call you Mr. Clark?” Alfred’s eyes darted away. Then, holding my hand, he said, “That person is a major client of our company. Everything I did today was for our future. “Daisy, you don’t understand these people. To get close to the wealthy, I had to fabricate an identity. I love you, that’s why I had to do this. Don’t you want me to marry you?” Hearing these words, I felt nothing, but I still pretended to be very moved. Feigning confusion, I asked again, “I remember you saying there shouldn’t be secrets between lovers. But why do you have a private album on your phone? Is there something we still need to hide from each other?” After hearing what I said, Alfred froze. But his expression quickly returned to normal as he covered up, “I locked those videos because I was worried someone else might see them.” Then, he took out his phone and handed it to me, saying tenderly, “Try opening it. The password is your birthday.” I took it, feeling dazed. “Why is the password my birthday?” Alfred affectionately ruffled my hair. “Because I love you.” If I hadn’t already overheard those conversations, I might have actually believed him. After entering my birthday, I was indeed able to unlock the album. I didn’t look at anything and simply returned the phone to Alfred. He sighed with relief and changed the subject, “Tomorrow is your birthday. I plan to use this bonus to give you a proper celebration. And I’ve prepared a surprise for you. You must be there.” My nails dug deep into my palm, but I pretended to be deeply touched. “Alfred, you’re so good to me.” Seeing me like this, Alfred’s eyes betrayed a flash of contempt. That night, after Alfred fell asleep, I secretly unlocked his phone and saw messages constantly popping up. They seemed to be discussing tomorrow’s plan. [Alfred, didn’t you say you were going to share Daisy’s private videos with us on her birthday? Why haven’t you sent them yet?] [Do you think Daisy will cling to Alfred once she sees how rich he is?] [Of course! Typically, poor women like her latch onto wealthy men.] With trembling breath, I exited the group chat, then opened the private videos and albums and pressed “delete all.” In that moment, I felt nothing but relief. The next day, Alfred dressed very handsomely. He kissed me and said, “I’m going to set up the venue first. Make sure you dress nicely today, don’t wear those cheap clothes. I bought you a new dress. Remember to wear it.” I nodded. After Alfred left, I saw a red dress he had placed on the bed. It was made of fine material with a beautiful cut, unlike anything I’d worn over Christmas. This was the first time Alfred had given me something so expensive, but it was full of calculation. I tossed it back onto the bed and prepared to take my suitcase to the airport. Just then, my phone rang. My friend had sent me a link, anxiously asking: [Daisy, is this you? How could you make this kind of video?] Confused, I clicked the link, and my face suddenly turned pale. These were the private videos I had deleted last night, and the comments below were full of insulting remarks. All my information had been exposed. Many people were asking if I was the woman in the video, some even asking how much it would cost to sleep with me for a night. With trembling hands, I closed my phone, feeling cold all over. Why wouldn’t Alfred leave me alone? I thought deleting the videos would solve everything, but I never imagined he had already saved backups. I wiped away my tears, put on a mask, and headed to the airport. After checking in, I sent Alfred a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t love you anymore.] Then I removed my SIM card, threw it in the trash, and boarded the plane without hesitation. ***** At the Star Hotel, looking at the red roses on display, Alfred told the waiter, “Take all of these away and replace them with lilies, Daisy’s favorite.” Seeing how much he cared, his friends were shocked. One man asked, “Alfred, you haven’t fallen for her, have you? Why are you setting up the venue so carefully?” Another man added, “Didn’t you say you were going to teach her a lesson today?” Mia bit her lower lip, her beautiful face full of hurt. “Alfred, weren’t you supposed to be getting revenge for me? Why are you so serious about throwing her a birthday party?” Alfred’s expression was complex. After a long while, he took Mia’s hand. “Of course I want to surprise her first, then let her fall from heaven to hell. That’s more fun, isn’t it? Don’t worry. You’re the only one I care about.” Hearing his words, Mia smiled coyly. Just then, a surprised exclamation rang out. A man handed his phone to Alfred in shock. “Alfred, did you already release Daisy’s videos? Everyone online is talking about them.”

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After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, my wife Emilia Duncan had to sleep with my adopted brother Gabriel Jones to have a child. Each time she had unprotected sex with Gabriel, she would force me to get a vasectomy. She claimed she was worried my sperm would affect the quality of the baby, while promising to fulfill one of my requests. Over three Christmases, I’ve had eighteen vasectomies, and Emilia has broken her promises eighteen times. The first time, I wanted to take Emilia to meet my friends, but at the last minute, she ditched me and went to a hotel with Gabriel. To apologize, I drank until I got a perforated ulcer, becoming the laughingstock of all my friends. The second time, I asked Emilia to accompany me home to visit my mother’s grave. She agreed, but halfway through the trip, she left me on an overpass because Gabriel called saying he had a cold. I was hit and broke several bones, spending three whole months in the hospital. After that, whatever request I had, Gabriel would always interfere. I’ve been angry and dissatisfied, but Emilia seemed indifferent. She said, “Your sperm quality is so poor, that’s why I’m having a baby with Gabriel. We’re still husband and wife, and you two are brothers. Why are you being so petty?” After her eighteenth broken promise, she showed me her pregnancy test results, saying she was finally pregnant with Gabriel’s child. I finally felt exhausted and pushed the divorce papers in front of her plate of spaghetti. “Let’s get divorced.” ***** My wife Emilia Duncan’s eighteenth broken promise happened at the IPO celebration of her ninety-ninth company. I organized the celebration event, but my adopted brother Gabriel Jones took all the credit. Everyone in the private room assumed they were a married couple. A man said, “Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones make such a lovely couple. It’s a wonderful day. Why don’t you sing a love song together?” A woman chimed in, “You’re right. We want to hear Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones sing passionately together.” Hearing these voices, I, the husband who had been married to Emilia for three Christmases, could only sit in the corner watching her sing passionately with Gabriel. After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, she slept with Gabriel. When they came out of the hotel, they were coincidentally seen by people from the company. Everyone knew she had a husband, so she directly passed Gabriel off as me, lying that Gabriel was her husband. Afterward, she knew she had wronged me and hurriedly tried to make it up to me, but wouldn’t let me reclaim my own identity. I clenched my fists, watching them kiss amid the noisy crowd. My heart felt like it was being sliced by a knife, and I couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. I went downstairs and stood by the roadside, letting the cold wind cut through me. After the party ended, Emilia drove up and stopped in front of me. “Gabriel is drunk, I need to take him home. You can take a taxi back.” She never let me sit in her passenger seat. And now, Gabriel was lying there. Gabriel looked at me provocatively. “Sorry, Albert. Emilia is spending the night with me.” Hearing his suggestive tone, Emilia frowned but said nothing. They gazed at each other, and even the air seemed to thicken. The intimacy between them had long exceeded normal boundaries, even surpassing the intimacy between Emilia and me. Since she started sleeping with Gabriel, Emilia found all sorts of excuses to avoid being intimate with me. Not long after my last vasectomy, she told me she was pregnant. But still, she refused to hold my hand. The outcome was already crystal clear. I asked softly, “Will you be coming home later then?” Before the celebration began, she had promised to come home with me for my birthday tonight. Emilia was silent for a moment, then answered, “No. I need to take care of Gabriel tonight.” My heart ached. When I was rolling on the floor in pain from drinking, she claimed she had germophobia and wouldn’t touch me, but now she was rushing to Gabriel’s house to take care of him. It turned out her germophobia was only directed at me. Perhaps feeling guilty, Emilia added, “What birthday gift would you like? I’ll buy it for you.” I took a deep breath and pulled out the divorce papers from my bag. “If that’s the case, please sign these documents.” Emilia signed without even looking at the content. “I need to take care of Gabriel tonight, so I’ll come back tomorrow to celebrate your birthday with you.” Her tone was unusually gentle, but I felt nothing but endless mockery inside. However, once the divorce papers were processed, I could finally end things with her completely. The next day, when Emilia returned home, I was packing up my belongings to move out. Her clothes were wrinkled, and there were faint kiss marks on her neck. “What are you doing?” Emilia walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. My body stiffened for a moment. Smelling a fragrance that didn’t belong to our home, I calmly walked away. “I’m clearing out the old stuff.” Emilia just nodded. She poured herself a glass of water, completely oblivious to the trash can already filled with photos I had torn to pieces. Perhaps sensing my coldness, she put down her glass and softly asked, “Albert, what document did you have me sign yesterday?”

My fingers trembled suddenly, emotions churning beneath the surface before settling back into calm. I smiled, pretending to be casual. “It’s nothing, just some business orders.” Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. “Next time, you can sign it for me. You’re my husband. What’s mine is yours.” She said it so naturally, as if she wasn’t the same person who constantly refused to acknowledge my status in front of others. Deep down, I knew the truth. Emilia did have feelings for me. After all, those beautiful memories couldn’t lie. But those good memories couldn’t erase the ridicule I’d endured and the price I’d paid these past three years. I replied, “Okay.” Hearing my response, Emilia’s tension melted away. She suddenly said, “My parents just called. They’re coming over.” I instinctively replied, “I’ll go with you to pick them up.” But Emilia refused, saying, “No. You know my dad gets angry whenever he sees you. I don’t want him to hurt you.” I fell silent. We’d been married for three years, but I still hadn’t formally met her father, Ethan Duncan, or her mother, Hallie Duncan. The only time I met Ethan, he suddenly flew into a rage, chasing after me and hurling insults, saying I wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Emilia said she didn’t want them to hurt me, so she forbade me from seeing them again. I forced a smile and said, “Alright, you go ahead then.” A flash of guilt I couldn’t quite understand crossed Emilia’s eyes. She kissed me on the cheek and said lightly, “Honey, I’m sorry. When I get back, I’ll make it up to you.” After Emilia left, I continued packing. Yet all my belongings couldn’t even fill a twenty-inch suitcase. The suitcase was small, easy for me to carry—just as easy as it was for Emilia to discard me. Afterward, I went to the company to submit my resignation. The HR manager was shocked and hesitated to accept my resignation letter. “Mr. Jones, does Ms. Duncan know about your resignation? You’ve been Ms. Duncan’s right-hand man since the company was founded. We all thought you’d stay here for Ms. Duncan’s sake.” Truthfully, I also thought I would never leave Emilia. But after disappointment upon disappointment, I realized that hearts can break. When the company was first established, I accompanied Emilia to countless business dinners to get where we are today. When her first company went public, she set off fireworks for me that the whole city could see. Under those fireworks, her eyes shone brighter than the display as she said she was grateful to have me by her side. But beautiful memories belong only to the past. I said, “The company grew through everyone’s collective efforts, so it won’t matter if I’m gone.” Seeing my determination, the HR manager said nothing more, only telling me, “I hope your future is bright.” I nodded. Just then, several women behind her suddenly let out a shriek. One woman said, “No wonder Ms. Duncan has been in such a good mood lately—she’s pregnant!” My steps faltered, and a bold intern asked me, “Mr. Jones, you’re close to Ms. Duncan. You must have been the first to know, right?” Suddenly, I saw a family photo. Gabriel stood in what should have been my place, his arm around Emilia as they smiled happily, while Ethan and Hallie sat in front of them with warm smiles. This was from Gabriel’s Instagram, with the caption: [We’re having a baby! From now on, we’ll be a happy family of five. I can’t wait for the baby’s arrival.] My heart ached. Gabriel had effortlessly gained what I couldn’t achieve in three years. Perhaps from the beginning, having a relationship with Gabriel for the sake of a child was just Emilia’s lie to cover up her affair. I forced myself to smile and answered, “I didn’t know.” Then I turned and hurried into the elevator. When the doors opened, Gabriel emerged, supporting Ethan, while Emilia stood beside them, smiling as they chatted. Hallie was even praising him, saying, “Gabriel is really wonderful.” I instinctively pressed a random floor button, and the elevator doors closed quickly. Staring at my disheveled reflection in the elevator mirror, I gave a bitter smile, lacking even the courage to confront them. After calming down, I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number.

After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the elevator and returned to my office. The handover process wasn’t complete yet, so I couldn’t leave immediately. Listening to the celebratory sounds from outside, my emotions gradually returned to normal. Once I’m gone, Emilia will have nothing to do with me anymore. While I was organizing files, someone suddenly knocked on my office door. Seeing the paper shreds all over the floor, Emilia walked in looking shocked. “Albert, why are you destroying so many documents?” I tossed my resignation letter in front of her, saying flatly, “I’ve resigned. Isn’t it normal to destroy my previous files?” Emilia’s eyes widened. The next second, Gabriel rushed in from behind her and snatched the resignation letter. After quickly scanning it, he said with a smirk, “Resignation letter? This is just a stack of waste paper. Everyone knows that employee resignations need approval from both Emilia and me. Albert, I know you’re upset about seeing my Instagram post. But you’re going too far just to get Emilia’s attention.” Hearing his words, Emilia’s expression changed from panic to resignation. “Albert, I just took a photo with Gabriel. You don’t need to do this.” I looked at her silently. All these Christmases, I had been the one keeping the company running, and the resignation procedures had already been reformed. They were too busy enjoying life to know anything about it. But before I could explain, she had already believed Gabriel’s nonsense. I felt there was no point in explaining further, so I simply kept quiet. Emilia stepped forward, took my hand, and gazed at me earnestly. “Albert, I know I’ve been unfair to you lately. I’ve been thinking, how about we have a proper wedding ceremony? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Hearing her words, my heart trembled. Back when we applied for our marriage license, Emilia had repeatedly delayed setting a wedding date, claiming she was too busy with work. Later, to have a child, she hid me away, pretending she and Gabriel were a married couple. But now, she suddenly wanted to have a wedding ceremony with me? Before I could react, Emilia pulled me outside. “I brought my parents to the company. They said they wanted to see you and discuss the wedding plans.” I was stunned, thinking, “So she brought her parents to the company specifically to see me?” I followed Emilia into her office. In the office, Ethan and Hallie were sitting on the sofa. When they saw me, they both snorted coldly. Despite appearing cold, their attitude was much better than before. After all, they used to insult me constantly. I instinctively looked at Emilia, wondering, “Could it be that she wants to have a proper life with me now?” The next second, Ethan threw an agreement at me. “Sign this agreement, and we’ll consent to your wedding with Emilia.” I glanced down. The words “Share Transfer Agreement” stung my eyes. My heart sank, and I felt like I’d been doused with cold water. Hallie said greedily, “You can’t have children, so these shares are wasted on you. Better to leave them for the child in Emilia’s womb.” I clenched my fists, feeling an indescribable pain fill my heart. Emilia’s child was still in her womb, and they were already coveting my assets. What’s more ridiculous was that the child had no blood relation to me whatsoever. I turned to look at Emilia and found not a trace of guilt in her expression. Emilia smiled and said, “Albert, haven’t you always wanted my parents to accept you? Just sign it. The child is ours. Once you sign the agreement, I’ll marry you right away.” I laughed bitterly, feeling foolish for having been so hopeful just moments ago. Ethan and Hallie kept trying to persuade me, with Ethan saying, “You did help Emilia’s career initially. But now she’s very successful, and you’re no longer worthy of her. It’s your luck that she’s willing to marry you.” “No need,” I looked up and calmly interrupted them. “I’ve already divorced Emilia.” After hearing what I said, everyone present was shocked. Emilia frowned and said, “Albert, you’re being too harsh. I already told you I’d arrange another wedding ceremony for you. Do you really have to say this?” Apparently, she still didn’t understand the situation and thought I was just angry. Ethan and Hallie standing nearby were also furious. Ethan said, “Divorce isn’t something you can decide on your own. Do you have any idea how much Emilia suffered to marry you?” And Hallie shouted, “You, a man who can’t even have children, dare to ask for a divorce? I should never have let Emilia marry you in the first place.” Seeing how agitated they were, I felt my heart growing colder. In their eyes, I didn’t even have a say in anything. Ethan threw the agreement in front of me again, and both he and Hallie raised their voices. “Sign it now! Emilia won’t indulge your nonsense.” Emilia took my hand, trying to soothe me. “Albert, I know you’re still upset. Don’t worry, even if you transfer the shares, your position in the company won’t change.” Didn’t her words just mean she wanted to use me as free labor? I kept clenching my fists, my heart being crushed repeatedly. Remembering the call I made in the elevator about transferring most of my equity, I looked up and said, “Fine. I’ll sign it.” I took the agreement from them and signed it. Ethan and Hallie were finally satisfied, smiling as they said, “Good. We’ll withdraw this money first and keep it safe for the child.” With that, they took the agreement and happily walked toward the finance department. Seeing them leave, Emilia came over and took my arm, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. “Albert, let’s confirm our wedding date. Which day would you prefer?” Feeling her softness against me, I no longer felt any stirring, and just said flatly, “I’m not in a hurry. We can decide later.” Noticing my coldness, Emilia bit her lip, feeling a hint of unease. She pushed me down onto the sofa, her warm breath right next to my ear. “Albert, it’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate. Should we try now? I’ve heard that sex during pregnancy can be more exciting.” My body trembled. Seeing the red marks on her neck that hadn’t yet faded, I felt nauseated. I pushed her away and stood up. Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the disgust in my heart. “It’s too hot today. I’m going downstairs to get a coffee.” Leaving a bewildered Emilia behind, I turned and walked away. But I didn’t expect that after just a few steps, Gabriel would block my path. He had clearly overheard my conversation with Emilia. Thinking I was scared, he taunted me smugly, “You’re quite smart indeed. Albert, while you’re at it, buy me a box of condoms too. Your wife and I have had sex many times. You know my size.” I couldn’t take it anymore and punched him to the ground. “Gabriel, I’ve tolerated you for far too long.” The next second, a sharp slap echoed in the hallway. “Albert, what the hell are you doing?” Emilia yelled. My face stung. Turning my head, I saw Emilia glaring at me in anger. I stared wide-eyed as she crouched down, concernedly checking Gabriel’s injuries. Seeing that I had knocked out two of his teeth, Emilia was furious and turned to accuse me, “Albert, he’s your benefactor. How could you treat him like this?” She had been close to us, so she must have heard Gabriel’s insulting words. Yet, even so, she didn’t hesitate to take Gabriel’s side. Watching Emilia carefully help Gabriel up, I felt terrible. “I don’t think we need to have a wedding anymore. Someone like you can’t even compare to Gabriel.” After saying this, she supported Gabriel as they turned and closed the office door behind them. The hallway was filled with colleagues, and their eyes were full of contempt as they looked at me. A female colleague whispered, “Miss Duncan and Mr. Gabriel are perfect for each other. What is he doing? He’s so shameless.” My palms were bleeding from my own nails, but that pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. In the end, I just gave a bitter laugh. Meeting those gazes, I returned to my own office, then uploaded my resignation notice to the company’s internal system. Then, with my already minimal belongings, I went downstairs, got in my car, and left this city for good.

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The day before my wedding, I was drugged with an aphrodisiac and sent to another man’s bed despite my fertility being the reason for my marriage. Everyone called me promiscuous, saying I deserved to be drowned in a pond. However, my fiancé Kevin Sinclair trusted me and threw me the grandest wedding. “Hailey, I know you. I know what kind of person you are.” Ten months later, I gave birth to twins for Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, making him the next heir to the Sinclair family. But as soon as he took over, he brought back his lover Patricia Adams and her child, who had been missing for a year. He forced me to divorce him. “Patricia’s child is mine, while the children you gave birth to are just another man’s bastards!” I refused to sign the divorce papers. Patricia cried that her child couldn’t live without a father. Distraught, she ran out with her child and died in a car accident on the spot. Because of this, Kevin despised me. On a rainy night, he hanged me and my children in an abandoned sewer, leaving no bodies behind. “It’s all your fault. You killed Patricia and my child!” When I woke up again, I found myself reborn to the day before my wedding. This time, I locked Patricia in my room, then turned and walked toward the bedroom of Kevin’s uncle, Quentin Sinclair. ***** That night, after placing the unconscious Patricia on my bed, I fought against the effects of the aphrodisiac and walked to the third floor of the Sinclair mansion. Soon, I would sleep with Quentin, the head of the Sinclair family. At just twenty-eight, he was rumored to be celibate and cold. As his nephew’s fiancée, I should have been lying in my bed, desperately waiting for the thugs Patricia had arranged to rape me. But I had been reborn several hours ago. When I woke up, I found Patricia helping me into my room. As she was undressing me, she muttered, “Hailey, once you’re raped, Kevin won’t marry you!” I struggled to grab the vase by the bed and knocked her unconscious. Seeing this familiar scene, I remembered everything from my previous life. Back then, I was framed by Patricia and locked in my room with a beggar all night. The next day, we were discovered by everyone who came to decorate the bridal chamber. “Hailey’s about to get married but she cheated! She’s so promiscuous!” “She’ll seduce other men after marriage too. How dare she disrespect the Sinclair family. She should be drowned in a pond.” My parents slapped me in anger. “Damn it! You’re a disgrace to the Cooper family!” I turned pale. That beggar even accused me of seducing him! I thought everyone would despise me, but Kevin appeared and held me lovingly in his arms. “Hailey, I believe you. There must be a misunderstanding. “I don’t care. I will marry you!” I was deeply moved. Kevin took me to get our marriage license and threw a grand wedding, marrying me with great fanfare. Despite this, after our marriage, when he made love to me, there was no tenderness. His movements were rough and cruel, often causing me to bleed profusely. But I felt guilty because the first man who had sex with me wasn’t him. The Sinclair family naturally struggled to have descendants. Victor Sinclair, Kevin’s grandfather, had two sons through IVF. Now Quentin was in charge, claiming to be a bachelor for life. If Kevin had children, he would surely become the head of the Sinclair family. I had known since childhood that I was unusually fertile, which was why the Sinclair family arranged our engagement. Sure enough, after a year, I gave birth to twins for Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, making him the heir. But I never expected that after taking over Sinclair Group, the first thing he did was bring back Patricia, who had been missing for a year. They even had a child together. Only then did I realize that Kevin had always loved Patricia, the daughter of the nanny who raised him! But due to their social gap, they couldn’t be together. Kevin threw the divorce papers in my face. “You’re just a woman who slept with a beggar. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “Patricia and I are in love. She’s been my woman all along and has given me a child. Take your two bastards and get out!” I refused the divorce. Then Patricia left crying with her child and died in a car accident. From that point on, Kevin hated me intensely. On a rainy night, he had me and my children hanged upside down in an abandoned sewer, leaving us to starve to death. I still remember the horror of being eaten by rats in that dark, damp sewer. Even now, I’m terrified. After being reborn, I was determined to change my fate! Hearing the sound of a door opening downstairs, I took a deep breath. I could feel the aphrodisiac taking strong effect. Breathing rapidly, I pushed open the door despite my discomfort. In the dimly lit room, Quentin was sitting at the bedside reading financial reports. When he saw me, his typically stern face showed a hint of surprise. “Hailey? What are you doing here?” He stood up. I stumbled forward and embraced his lean waist. Driven by the aphrodisiac, I kissed his Adam’s apple. “Quentin, I’ve been drugged with an aphrodisiac. I feel terrible. Please help me.”

Quentin froze immediately. He looked at me. “Hailey, do you realize what you’re doing?” The aphrodisiac had already made me lose my mind. My hands roamed over his body. “Quentin, make love to me.” The atmosphere instantly turned romantic. Our eyes met. We could only hear each other’s breathing. His gaze deepened. He asked in a low voice, “Are you sure? Don’t regret this later.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. “I won’t regret it.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, held the back of my head, and carried me to the bed in one swift motion, pressing himself on top of me. Our shadows intertwined as we spent a wild night together. The next day, I only woke up when the sun was high in the sky. I immediately saw Quentin’s handsome face, his body covered in bite marks and scratches. Memories of last night came flooding back like a tidal wave. I shifted my aching body and discovered that I too was covered in purple love bites. In my previous life, after marrying Kevin, although he would sleep with me every few days, he was always rough. This was the first time I felt cherished by someone. A warm sensation flowed through my lower abdomen. I instinctively covered my belly, wondering if I might get pregnant this time. If I really did have a child, I’d like to see how Kevin would get his hands on the Sinclair Group then! Quentin’s face was very close to mine. Remembering last night’s events, I suddenly felt shy. While he was still asleep, I quietly got dressed and left. As soon as I went downstairs, I heard a commotion. Just like in my previous life, a group of people had gone to prepare my room, only to find it in complete disarray. As I approached, I heard Kevin loudly promising: “Patricia was almost raped by a thug last night. I had no choice but to sleep with her to save her. Now I must take responsibility and marry her!” In the room, he was protecting Patricia, who was wearing only a robe. Her exposed skin was covered in purple love marks. Victor was furious: “Absurd! Are you really going to give up the Cooper family’s daughter to marry a housekeeper’s daughter?” Kevin’s face darkened. Patricia hid behind him, sobbing: “Kevin, after last night, I might already be carrying your child.” Hearing this, his expression softened a bit. I couldn’t help but snicker. I had a fertile constitution, yet in my previous life, I had struggled to conceive his son, though he thought it was all his doing. All along, he never knew he had weak sperm. Hearing my voice, Kevin turned to look at me. The next second, he rushed over and gripped my wrist tightly. “Hailey, where were you last night? You were supposed to be here.” His words startled me. I couldn’t help but wonder: “Could he have been reborn too?” I remained silent. When Kevin noticed the love marks on my neck, he immediately became enraged. “You’re really something! You slut, which disgusting man left those marks on you?” My wrist ached terribly. I struggled: “Let go of me!” After living two lifetimes, this was the first time I’d seen Kevin so angry, completely different from the man I knew! Yet clearly his night with Patricia had been just as wild. I thought: “What right does he have to accuse me now?” I forcefully pulled my hand away from Kevin and took a deep breath. “You just said yourself that you’re canceling our engagement. What position are you in to criticize me? I was foolish before, but now I see clearly. I won’t like you anymore. Mr. Kevin Sinclair, Ms. Adams, congratulations on getting what you wanted.” The room fell silent. Kevin laughed in extreme anger, saying mockingly: “Hailey, are you playing hard to get?” “In your dreams! I won’t make the same mistake as in my previous life. I only love Patricia!”

At that moment, I was certain Kevin had been reborn. I forced myself to stay calm. “Kevin, whoever you love has nothing to do with me, and whoever I choose to be with is none of your business.” Kevin’s face darkened, his eyes turning predatory. He was about to say something when Patricia grabbed his hand. “Kevin.” His expression softened. He put his arm around her and looked at me mockingly. “Everyone knows you once said you’d marry no one but me. Why are you acting so high and mighty now?” “Only someone as pure as Patricia deserves to be my wife and bear my children. A promiscuous woman like you with a messy personal life has no right to marry into the Sinclair family.” Patricia looked extremely pleased and touched. “Thank you, Kevin.” “You! You’ve completely lost your mind.” Victor was furious, clutching his chest as he began to collapse. Everyone gasped and rushed toward him. Kevin anxiously supported him while giving me a fierce sideways glance. “Grandfather is sick because of you. Are you satisfied now?” Then he helped Victor into the house. Watching Kevin’s retreating figure, I suddenly remembered our past. We grew up together. When I was little, I said, “Kevin, when I grow up, I want to be your bride and stay with you forever!” Kevin would smile and agree. My parents were often away on business trips. I was afraid of being alone. But Kevin would always keep me company, saying he would take care of everything. Yet later, he abandoned me and even tried to kill me. Hurried footsteps brought me back to reality. Just as I was about to follow them, Patricia’s mocking voice rang out. “Give it up. Don’t think Kevin will marry you just because you have Victor’s support.” I turned and calmly looked at her. Patricia began to boast, her eyes revealing her desire. “Hailey, you must be so frustrated. You never expected that Kevin and I have already been intimate. “You’ve been clinging to Kevin all Christmas, but so what? Once I become the lady of the Sinclair family and bear his children, everything will be mine. “You were drugged last night too. I don’t know which man you slept with, but it’s pathetic that a rich girl like you got raped.” As the daughter of a housekeeper, Patricia’s greatest wish was to marry into the Sinclair family to elevate her social status. Only after experiencing my previous life did I realize she had resented me for a long time. Because I was going to marry Kevin, she plotted against me and even arranged for someone to rape me before my wedding. She got into a car accident while pregnant, but she made me and my child bear Kevin’s hatred and revenge. In this life, Patricia thought marrying Kevin would make her wealthy. But what she didn’t know was that without me, Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, would never have children, thus losing his chance to inherit the family position. I smiled at Patricia and sincerely said, “Then I wish you get pregnant soon and successfully become the lady of the Sinclair family.” My body ached terribly. So I didn’t want to waste more words with her and planned to check on Victor before going home. The next second, she suddenly grabbed me. “Who do you think Kevin will believe more, you or me?” Before I could process what was happening. Patricia screamed loudly, then tumbled down the staircase. I stared in shock, my instinctively outstretched hand still frozen in mid-air. At that moment, Kevin’s furious voice came from behind me. “You bitch! What did you do to Patricia?” I turned around in shock, and then Kevin slapped me hard across the face. “I just left, and you’re already bullying Patricia. How did I never notice how vicious you are? Do you really think I’ll keep indulging you like before?” I staggered back a few steps, nearly losing my balance. My cheek burned with pain, and my ears were ringing. Perhaps Kevin realized he’d hit me too hard; he frowned, appearing somewhat flustered. From downstairs came Patricia’s intermittent cries of pain: “Kevin, it hurts so much.” Kevin didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately went downstairs to help her up. “Patricia, are you okay?” Tears slid down Patricia’s face. Leaning into Kevin’s arms, she sobbed, “Kevin, I just told Ms. Cooper that I’ve admired you for many Christmases, and then she got angry. While you were gone, she deliberately pushed me down the stairs.” He held her tightly, looking at me with disgust: “Hailey, you can take your anger out on me, but why target Patricia? A vicious woman like you could never compare to her!” He picked her up and said viciously, “If anything happens to Patricia, I won’t let you off the hook!” After they left, I stood there, my face pale. People around me saw my disheveled clothes and tears in my eyes, and couldn’t help but mock me. “Ms. Cooper has been by Mr. Kevin Sinclair’s side for so many Christmases. Who would have thought she couldn’t even compare to a housekeeper’s daughter!” “The hickeys on Patricia’s body show just how wild her night with Mr. Kevin Sinclair was!” Someone looked at the large hickeys exposed on my neck and taunted, “Could it be that Mr. Kevin Sinclair refused to sleep with you last night, so you deliberately went to sleep with another man?” “Hailey used to act so pure, but behind closed doors she’s actually this promiscuous.” Their mockery made me feel suffocated. But I hadn’t spoken much with Quentin yet, so I couldn’t possibly say that man was him. I didn’t want to deal with these comments anymore. It took me a long time to get up, and I dejectedly returned to the Cooper mansion. My parents, Owen Cooper and Laura Cooper, had already heard about what happened at the Sinclair mansion. Seeing how worried they were about me, I couldn’t help but cry. In my previous life, they thought I would be happy marrying Kevin, and they used almost all of the Cooper family’s assets to help him. Later, they passed away, and there was no one left to support me. Feeling wronged, I said sadly, “Mom, I want to cancel the engagement.” My parents readily agreed and immediately prepared to go to the Sinclair mansion. But early the next morning, Kevin arrived. As soon as he entered, he got straight to the point: “Yesterday you caused Patricia to injure her leg, but she’s not holding it against you. You just need to apologize to her, and this matter will be over. Also, I plan to marry her. You go tell my grandfather that you seduced another man and betrayed me first, so you can’t marry into the Sinclair family out of shame!” I was shocked by his arrogant words. His plan really worked in his favor! I took a deep breath, clenching my fists: “Kevin, let’s cancel our engagement. I’ll let you be with Patricia.” Kevin was stunned for a second. Perhaps in his view, these weren’t words I should be saying. He roared, “Hailey, what feminine energy scheme are you trying to pull now?” The next second, a sound came from outside the living room. Everyone looked toward the source of the sound. Quentin, dressed in a suit, walked in with several members of the Sinclair family behind him. Kevin stood frozen: “Quentin, why are you here?” I hastily looked away, not daring to meet Quentin’s eyes. Then, his clear voice rang out: “I’m here to marry Hailey.”

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I was adopted ten years ago to replace the sickly true female heir and marry into the Whitman family, the wealthiest family in town. After several miscarriages, I became weak. I underwent IVF treatments for half a year before finally becoming pregnant. However, in the late stages of my pregnancy, I was suddenly attacked by robbers who assaulted me. They even forcibly cut open my abdomen, removed my baby, causing me to die on the spot. Before dying, I overheard a conversation between the leader of the robbers and my husband, Samuel Whitman. “Debra has recovered. I can marry her now. This country bumpkin is useless. Kill her.” Only then did I realize that Samuel’s love for me was a fraud, and I was merely a tool for him to fight for the family fortune. The female heir was his true love. Afraid of her suffering through childbirth, he used me and my child to pave the way for her. After being reborn, I awakened a Fertility Blessing System. In my previous life, the Whitman family had few members, and Samuel claimed his share of the family fortune through his offspring. But he wasn’t the only heir. Rumor had it that Samuel’s uncle, Landon Whitman, had no children, which was why he voluntarily gave up his inheritance rights. This time, I found an excuse to invite him over. Then, I directly stripped off his clothes and threw away the condom in his hand. “Landon, let me give you a child?” ***** When I woke up, the familiar egg retrieval needle appeared before my eyes, gleaming coldly. Samuel’s gentle voice sounded above my head. “Baby, be good. This time, you’ll definitely get pregnant.” It took me a moment to realize that I had been reborn on the day of my successful IVF procedure. During this year, I frequently visited the gynecologist, all to conceive Samuel’s child. I loved him for ten years. So, I willingly endured the pain of countless miscarriages and IVF procedures. But he fell in love with my sister, Debra Roberts, the true female heir of the Roberts family. Samuel needed a child to compete for the family fortune, yet he wanted her to have a child without going through childbirth. So, he deceived me with love. If I hadn’t been forced to death by them in my previous life, I would have been fooled for a lifetime. I broke free from Samuel’s embrace and said, “I’m not doing the IVF procedure anymore.” Behind me, he froze for a moment, then turned me by the shoulders, his expression displeased. “Natalie, you know the requirements for inheriting the family. If I don’t have a child, how can I defeat Landon and become the heir?” Landon was the youngest elder in the Whitman family, only a few years older than Samuel, but also his most feared competitor. Currently, Landon hadn’t yet announced that he wouldn’t have children and would give up his inheritance rights. That’s why Samuel was so eager. “Before, you couldn’t keep our children. We must hurry and have another child. Don’t make this difficult for me.” Debra chimed in from the side, “Natalie, you should think more about Samuel.” I turned my head, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye. Debra had a congenital disease. They often drugged me unconscious to make me donate blood for her. As a result, I grew weaker day by day, suffering four consecutive miscarriages. Yet despite this, Samuel and Debra showed me no mercy, determined to squeeze out my last drop of value. My four unformed children even became ingredients for her medicine. And Samuel, the demon who killed his own children with his own hands, could so easily push the blame onto me. I closed my eyes briefly and swept away the long tubes on my body. The egg retrieval needle was specially prepared by Debra. She wanted my child, but she also hated me. Each time, she instructed the doctor to torture me with cruel methods. Thinking of that unforgettable pain, I couldn’t stop trembling. I instinctively flung away the terrifying needle. The next second, I heard Debra cry out in pain. The needle had pierced her calf. Her face contorted in agony. “Natalie, there’s a limit to throwing tantrums!” Samuel immediately picked up Debra and said coldly, “When I come back, I expect to see you having completed the IVF procedure.” Staring at their retreating figures, I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my palms, drawing faint traces of blood. In my previous life, I went through countless difficulties to get pregnant, but before giving birth, I was kidnapped by robbers. I endured assault, and my abdomen was cut open to remove my child. And the mastermind behind it all was Samuel, my husband. As I was dying, Debra stepped on my ruined belly, laughing arrogantly. “You’re just a substitute. How dare you compete with me? Both the Whitman Group and the Roberts Group are mine. You’re useless now!” I was abandoned by Samuel and Debra in that abandoned factory. Before I died, the last thing I saw was their retreating figures, just like now. I died with hatred. In the void, I was awakened by the cold voice of the system. “Host, congratulations on awakening the Fertility Blessing System. As long as you give birth to children, you can change your previous life’s fate. “Debra has committed many evil deeds. As punishment, if she miscarries once, she will never be able to conceive again.”

Following Samuel’s command, the doctor outside the door approached me with an even larger and thicker extraction needle. I barely dodged his hand and ran toward the exit. But suddenly two nurses appeared at the operating room door. They grabbed me from both sides and strapped me back onto the operating table. “Mrs. Whitman, these are your husband’s orders. Please don’t make this difficult for us.” The cold instruments ignored my struggles and forcibly spread my legs. As the extraction needle was about to pierce my body, I screamed, “If you dare harm me, I’ll immediately report to your superiors that you’ve accepted bribes!” The doctor paused. “Mrs. Whitman, all our procedures are legal and compliant.” Breathing heavily, I glared at him. “You’re using non-standard extraction needles and abortion drugs, and you’re privately selling placentas. Are these actions compliant? Let me leave, or your career as an attending physician will be over.” The doctor quickly signaled to the two nurses. My restraints were loosened, and I hastily left the operating room. Samuel returned home late that night. “Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up? You left the hospital without telling me.” I forced a smile and said, “The doctor said I’m recovering well and don’t need to go back to the hospital. He also mentioned that natural conception increases the chances of having a boy.” Samuel was delighted. He embraced me and whispered, “Thank you, my dear. But you still need to keep taking your medication. We can’t stop halfway.” Looking at those colorful pills, I laughed bitterly inside. Over the years, I had taken countless sedatives, abortion pills, and fertility drugs. Even the doctor had warned me that I was showing early signs of kidney failure, but Samuel ignored it completely. I took the pills and, while pretending to swallow, discreetly threw them away. Samuel’s hand slipped under my nightgown. “So shall we…” “Today isn’t my ovulation day.” I shifted away slightly and yawned. “Landon is coming back tomorrow, and there’s a family dinner. Let’s get some sleep.” At the mention of Landon’s name, Samuel instantly lost interest. His arm wrapped around my waist like a shackle, making me feel cold and suffocated. In this life, I want my child, the Whitman Group, and the Roberts Group. The only thing I don’t want is Samuel’s love. The next morning, Samuel was in a foul mood. Landon holds a high position in the Whitman family. Since he’s returning to the country now, it’s obvious he wants to compete for the inheritance. Naturally, I want to make Samuel and Debra’s fears come true. Although I’ve only met Landon a few times, I’ve learned that his preferences are completely opposite to Samuel’s. Today, I deliberately dressed according to Landon’s taste. As soon as I entered the banquet hall, I saw Debra wearing a flashy red dress, arm in arm with Sandra, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing me, she deliberately spoke loudly to show off: “Sandra, this dress is quite expensive. Maybe you should give it to Natalie instead? She seems to need formal attire more than I do.” Samuel’s mother, Sandra Whitman, frowned with displeasure the moment she saw me. “The Whitman family is a prestigious family. You’re dressed so simply. Are you trying to tell people we mistreat you?” Back then, Sandra strongly opposed my marriage into the Whitman family. She thought I wasn’t as good as Debra, but Samuel insisted on marrying me, so she had to compromise. She reluctantly accepted me only because Debra was ill and I had consecutive pregnancies. However, I hadn’t delivered a single child. Sandra had long lost patience with me. “You’ve killed four children, your sins are grave! How could Samuel marry such an unlucky woman?” “Sandra, the doctors praised me for being fertile…” Noticing the inquiring gaze behind me, I deliberately raised my voice. Sandra continued to belittle me. Unfazed, I prepared to find Landon. The next moment, someone stepped on the hem of my dress, causing me to fall straight toward the champagne tower. Instantly, countless glasses crashed to the floor, and champagne spilled all over me. When Samuel rushed over, he witnessed this scene. Debra said with feigned innocence: “Natalie, even if Sandra’s words were harsh, you shouldn’t make a scene like this.” Then, I was slapped across the face, leaving a burning sensation. Samuel scolded me harshly: “You’re becoming increasingly disrespectful. Apologize!” He gripped my arm and pushed me down onto the broken glass. My wounds stung sharply as they came into contact with the champagne. I gasped in pain and tried to get up, but Samuel pressed down on me forcefully. Suddenly, a clear, cold voice rang out. “Enough.”

Landon walked over and looked at everyone, his voice cold and clear. “Since when did family dinners include bloody scenes?” The entire banquet hall instantly fell into silence, everyone feeling afraid. Seeing Landon preparing to leave, I gathered my courage and tugged at the hem of his clothes. “Landon, could you help me treat my wound? It really hurts.” I lowered my head, giving him plenty of room for imagination. After a moment of silence, he gripped my wrist and pulled me up. I stumbled into his arms, my lips faintly brushing against his Adam’s apple. Landon froze for a moment. He narrowed his eyes, but his grip on my wrist thoughtfully loosened a bit as he led me to the service counter. “Landon…” Before I could finish speaking, Landon turned and went back to the banquet. Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, I pondered what to do next. Suddenly, Samuel’s voice sounded behind me. “Had enough of looking?” I turned around abruptly, meeting his dark gaze. “You know Landon and I are enemies, yet you still asked him for help.” Samuel kissed me with alcohol-heavy breath, forcefully caressing my body. “Let go of me!” I pushed Samuel away hard and grabbed some water nearby to splash on him. He wiped his face awkwardly and growled, “Now that you have Landon, you look down on me, huh? Don’t forget you’re my woman!” I said with displeasure, “I’m trying to sober you up. I’m on my period these days, I can’t have sex with you.” The system had reminded me that these ovulation days were most fertile, and my child’s father would only be Landon. Samuel looked grim. “Natalie, do you think I’m an idiot? Today isn’t your period…” Suddenly, a phone call interrupted him. Debra asked sweetly, “Samuel, my heart doesn’t feel well. Could you take me back to rest?” This time Samuel didn’t agree immediately. He looked at me. I displayed a polite smile and urged, “Take good care of Debra.” He left angrily. As the banquet ended, I fixed my makeup and walked outside the hotel to flag down that black Maybach. Crying, I said pitifully, “Landon, Samuel left me behind. Could you take me home?” “Get in.” It gradually started raining. Landon gentlemanly held an umbrella for me to my doorstep. As soon as we entered, we saw clothes scattered all over the living room and heard flirtatious conversation. On the sofa, Samuel and Debra were intertwined, each of their movements fully engaged. “Samuel, I’ll give you a child. Will you divorce her and be with me?” Landon’s brows furrowed tightly. Before I could react, the system excitedly reminded me: “Master, this is a perfect chance to play the victim!” I quickly pinched my thigh to force out tears. “Samuel, how could you sleep with my sister?!” Samuel looked up at me, showing no embarrassment at being discovered. “You didn’t want to sleep with me, right? Someone has to help me relieve my desires.” I was too angry to speak, turning away and running out in devastation. Samuel looked at Landon and challenged, “Landon, this is my family matter. You don’t need to interfere.” Landon warned coldly, “The Whitman Group can’t afford scandals. Keep yourself in check.” With that, he slammed the door shut as he left. Soon, Landon found me sitting on the ground in the pouring rain and silently took me to a hotel. When I walked into the bathroom, he was preparing to leave. Suddenly, I cried out in pain. He rushed in to find a phone under the shower, its screen displaying a pregnancy test with two lines. I was soaking wet, helplessly hugging myself. The wound on my leg was bleeding again, staining a large area red. “Why are they doing this to me? Why?” Landon frowned, trying to help me up. But I forcefully pulled him down on top of me. Instantly, he was soaked through as well. “Natalie, calm down.” “Landon.” I wrapped my arms around Landon’s neck, choking back sobs: “Nobody wants me anymore. Please…” His intense kiss interrupted my words. He finally stopped holding back. “Natalie, since you’re seducing me, you need to be prepared.” All night long, we made passionate love. When I woke up, the system said: “Master, congratulations on your successful pregnancy.” I wanted to tell Landon this news. But for two straight weeks, he never appeared again, nor did he let me leave the hotel. During this time, Samuel also messaged me asking where I was. I completely ignored him. One day, Debra found me with divorce papers. “Sign them. As long as you agree to divorce, you can name any conditions you want.” “Does Samuel know about this?” Debra proudly pushed out her slightly swollen belly. “I’m now carrying his child, making me the hero of the entire Whitman family. How could he possibly still want you?” I ruthlessly exposed her true motives. “Bottom line is you’re getting desperate, right? As long as I don’t divorce him, you’ll forever be just his mistress, and your child will be illegitimate.” Debra angrily said, “So you’re not going to sign, are you? Then you can go to hell!” In the next second, she lunged at me and violently grabbed my throat. “Only I can be Samuel’s wife!” Debra pinned me down on the bed, her features twisted with rage. An overwhelming sense of suffocation washed over me. I felt dizzy, and my lower abdomen began to ache. Thinking of my baby, I used all my strength to kick Debra away. My throat burned with pain. I coughed for a while before recovering. “My baby…” Debra clutched her stomach, falling to the floor in agony as blood slowly spread beneath her. I was about to call an ambulance. “Debra!” Samuel rushed in anxiously and embraced Debra, his hands becoming stained with blood. Debra cried miserably. “Samuel, save our baby. Natalie tried to kill him!” Samuel’s eyes turned vicious. “Natalie, if anything happens to my child, I’ll make you pay!” With that, he carried Debra quickly toward the hospital. I called Landon, but his assistant answered. “Mr. Whitman is currently abroad. Miss Roberts, he wants you to rest comfortably at the hotel. He’ll be back in a week.” I stared at the still-wet bloodstains on the floor, unable to calm down. “The hotel isn’t safe. I need bodyguards.” Landon’s assistant was highly efficient. Within fifteen minutes, six black-suited bodyguards were stationed outside the presidential suite. I felt considerably more secure. Now, if I could just safely wait for Landon’s return and tell him about my pregnancy, everything could be over. A familiar sense of fatigue washed over me. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I found myself lying on a cold operating table. Debra was lightly tracing a scalpel over my body, filling me with terror. I instinctively tried to move away from her, only to discover I couldn’t summon an ounce of strength. “Debra, what have you done to me?!” Debra said venomously, “Natalie, you killed my baby and made it impossible for me to ever get pregnant again. You’ll pay for this!” My heart skipped a beat. “What are you planning to do?” Debra’s gaze slowly moved from my face down to my lower abdomen. She pointed at my belly. “I want your uterus!” I stared back in horror. “You’re insane?!” I struggled desperately, but under the influence of the drugs, it was useless. Medical staff swarmed around me to perform final checks. Suddenly, the attending physician exclaimed, “Miss Roberts, she’s pregnant!” Debra stared at me intently, then suddenly burst into laughter. “That’s even better, isn’t it?” “Begin the surgery immediately!” “No!” As the doctor reached toward me, I bit his hand with all my might. “Hasn’t the anesthetic taken effect yet? Give her another injection quickly!” “But an overdose could be dangerous for her.” “Miss Roberts only wants her uterus, nothing else matters. If she becomes brain-damaged, it’ll be even easier to handle. Inject her now!” I could only watch helplessly as the anesthetic was injected into me again. Soon, I could no longer fight the dizziness. Before losing consciousness, I vaguely saw the operating room doors being violently forced open. Landon’s face appeared in my line of sight.

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During the holidays, my husband Ryan Carter and I took our children home for a family visit, where I unexpectedly ran into my relatives Robert Wilson and Margaret Johnson. Margaret asked, “Amanda, you’ve been gone for three years. When are you coming back to marry Daniel?” Daniel Harrison was my fiancé, betrothed to me since childhood. But three years ago, on our wedding day, his friend Victoria Wesley showed up at the venue wearing a wedding dress. She said, “Daniel, you once promised that if I came to see you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your word still count?” Daniel remained silent. Victoria left, looking hurt, and Daniel immediately abandoned me to chase after her. I became a laughingstock. I took off my wedding dress and that night called my arch-rival, then left the country. Margaret laughed, “Daniel has been waiting for you all this time. On his engagement day to Victoria, he said if you apologized to him, he’d be willing to make you his mistress.” I smirked and calmly replied, “I’m sorry, but my husband wouldn’t agree to that. After all, I’m already a mother of two.” ***** My marriage abroad hadn’t been announced back home, so when I ran into Robert and Margaret on the street, they were unaware. I had just bought my daughter’s favorite cake and was leaving the store when I heard a surprised shout. Robert walked quickly toward me and said, “Amanda? Where have you been these three years? Why didn’t you even call us?” I remained calm. Robert’s wife Margaret grabbed my arm and said, “You’re finally back. Daniel has been waiting for you all these three years, looking everywhere for you!” Robert added, “That’s right. The Harrison family is now the biggest in Houston. If you got together with him, it would benefit us too.” They were hoping to use me to improve their standard of living. Years ago, when my parents died unexpectedly, I was left alone as a child with a large inheritance. All my relatives rushed to claim my parents’ estate, but none wanted to raise me. They only reluctantly left one by one after the lawyer presented the will. I found it laughable. I said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Daniel and I can never be together.” They looked surprised, as if I were telling some kind of joke. “Amanda, are you still angry about what happened back then? Why are you so petty?” I knew they wouldn’t believe me. After all, my pursuit of Daniel had once been the talk of the town. People in high society used to say, “Amanda has been without parents since she was young, so of course she wants to hold onto Daniel.” As a young girl, I believed that Daniel and I were betrothed and that he would never leave me. And Daniel was always good to me. When I would visit my parents’ graves each year, my relatives would say, “Once Amanda marries Daniel, you won’t have to worry anymore.” But that year, Daniel’s good friend Victoria returned from abroad. She was beautiful and elegant, unlike me. At the time, I was known throughout Houston as a spoiled girl. In private, many people said, “Victoria is more suited for Daniel than Amanda.” I pretended not to care, but inside I felt hurt and afraid, though I didn’t think Daniel would see it that way. Until Valentine’s Day, when we had a date and Victoria showed up too. She smiled gently at me and said, “Ms. Wilson, I just returned from abroad and I’m not familiar with this place yet, so I asked Daniel to bring me along. You don’t mind, do you?” Before I could respond, I froze, because the scarf I had knitted by hand was wrapped around her neck. Just the day before, I had told Daniel to wear the scarf I gave him. I had stayed up for several nights to finish it. I instinctively confronted him, “Daniel, why is my scarf on her?” Daniel hesitated for a moment, looking guilty. He tried to reassure me, “Victoria said she was cold, so I lent her the scarf. Don’t be angry.” I don’t know why I was so upset. I asked, “Did you really just lend it to her? Everyone’s been saying you two are better suited…” Daniel smiled and said, “What are you thinking? You’re my fiancée. Victoria is just a good friend.” I snorted and lightly tapped his arm to show my displeasure. Daniel dramatically cried out in pain, begging for mercy. Victoria grabbed his hand with concern and asked, “Daniel, does it hurt? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have borrowed Ms. Wilson’s scarf… Ms. Wilson, you can hit me instead. I’m sorry.” She began to cry, attracting the attention of many onlookers. Daniel was stunned and tried to pull his hand away, but Victoria held on tightly. I wanted to explain, but as soon as I approached her, she fearfully backed away. Daniel had no choice but to tell me, “Amanda, Victoria isn’t well. It’s not safe for her to go back alone. I’ll make it up to you next time!” And so, the Valentine’s Day I had been looking forward to ended just like that. But I had no idea this was only the beginning…

After that day, Daniel spent less and less time with me. Yet I heard from others that he was often out having fun with Victoria. I arranged to meet with him alone. Looking at Daniel, I said with hurt in my voice, “Do you still remember our engagement? Who exactly is your fiancée now?” Daniel panicked, grabbing my hands and saying, “Of course I remember. My mother asked me to take care of Victoria. I’m sorry for neglecting you lately.” I remained silent. He embraced me and promised, “Let’s go buy your wedding dress right now. We’ll plan our wedding in two months. You’ll be my wife soon.” Daniel took me to a luxury bridal boutique. I chose a fluffy white gown adorned with pearls and tiny diamonds. When I tried on the wedding dress, I saw Daniel’s amazed expression. He said, “Amanda, it’s my honor to marry you.” I was full of anticipation about marrying him. But the day before our wedding, I received a call from Daniel. He said, “Amanda, that wedding dress was damaged. I’ll order a new one for you.” I was disappointed but didn’t think much of it. At that time, I thought all that mattered was marrying Daniel. On our wedding day, I walked toward the handsome Daniel in his black suit, wearing a white lace wedding dress and holding a bouquet. Just as we were exchanging rings, the church doors opened. Victoria walked in wearing the wedding dress I had originally chosen, asking tearfully, “Daniel, you said if I came to you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your promise still stand?” I stared at Daniel, trembling. His eyes reddened as he hesitated, about to step forward. I was stung by this scene and angrily said, “Ms. Wesley, this is my and Daniel’s wedding.” Victoria turned and ran away crying. “Victoria!” Daniel shouted anxiously, “Amanda! Did you have to embarrass Victoria like that?” I was stunned by his rebuke. Seeing how concerned Daniel was about Victoria, I laughed bitterly and said, “She came wearing a wedding dress to steal my wedding. Daniel, your relationship with her…” Daniel slapped me across the face and said angrily, “Amanda, you’re spreading lies again. The wedding is postponed. Today is not suitable for getting married.” After saying this, he left me behind to chase after Victoria. My cheek stung. I couldn’t control my tears. Daniel’s parents repeatedly apologized to me, saying they would discipline him when they got home. I shook my head silently, watching Daniel’s retreating figure, and calmed myself down. I left the church in my wedding dress. When I returned home, I heard voices coming from inside my room. Victoria’s breathless voice came through: “Daniel, you love me, don’t you?” Daniel’s voice was muffled: “I love you. As for Amanda, I was only marrying her because of our engagement arrangement.” My face turned pale. Anger and sorrow surged in my chest, and tears blurred my vision. I didn’t confront them but returned to my own home. I changed out of my wedding dress and made that phone call that night, leaving Houston and not returning for three whole years. Only today, seeing Robert and Margaret, did I recall these memories, but I no longer cared. “Mommy!” came childish voices. I watched my two daughters running toward me, feeling happy. Margaret asked shakily, “Amanda, are these your children?” Holding my daughters’ hands, I smiled and said, “Yes, I’m married now. These are my daughters.” As I finished speaking, I heard a familiar voice: “Amanda, whose children are these?”

I turned around and saw Daniel’s bloodshot eyes. We hadn’t seen each other for three Christmases. Daniel looked more handsome than before, but I no longer loved him. He walked over, showing a bitter smile, and said in a hoarse voice, “Amanda, it’s been a long time.” I knew we would meet eventually, so I responded politely, “Hello, Mr. Harrison.” Hearing my words, Daniel said sadly, “Amanda, where have you been these three Christmases? I searched everywhere… These three Christmases have been miserable for me…” I frowned slightly, feeling confused by his reaction. My eldest daughter, Sophia Carter, tugged at my hand and asked, “Mom, who is this man?” Daniel looked down at Sophia and asked shakily, “Is this your daughter?” Sophia and my younger daughter Olivia Carter were frightened by Daniel’s demeanor and hid behind me. I held their little hands, ignoring Daniel’s disappointed gaze, and said, “Yes, they are my daughters.” Everyone fell silent. Daniel’s face turned pale. After a long moment, he asked, “Why…” I smiled and said, “Does this need a reason, Mr. Harrison? Do I need to report to you when I get married and have children? I heard you’re engaged to Victoria. Congratulations.” Daniel asked hopefully, “Amanda, you’re still angry, aren’t you? I’m sorry I hit you that Christmas…” I impatiently cut him off, “What’s the point of saying all this now? My husband is waiting for us at home.” Daniel froze, a pained expression crossing his face. “That’s impossible…” I calmly turned to leave with my daughters. The next morning, I opened the gate and saw Daniel standing there. He looked exhausted, as if he had been waiting all night. “Amanda, I regret everything. What can I do for you to forgive me?” Before I could answer, he suddenly slapped himself hard twice. His cheeks swelled red. He looked at me stubbornly and asked, “Is that enough? You can hit me too.” Daniel was waiting for me to feel sorry for him like I used to, but I just smiled mockingly and said, “What’s the point of this?” Daniel lowered his head, finally understanding that I no longer cared about him. I said, “Daniel, you’re about to get married. Do you really think we could be together?” Daniel said passionately, “I can cancel my engagement to Victoria! You’re the one I’ve always been engaged to!” Just as he finished speaking, a shrill female voice rang out, “Daniel! What are you saying?” I turned to see Victoria standing nearby, looking hurt. She rushed over to hit me but was pushed away by Daniel. “What are you doing here?” Victoria froze, saying in disbelief, “Daniel! I’m your fiancée! How can you protect this bitch?” She glared at me and said, “Why did you come back? Is it because you heard I was going to marry Daniel?” I smirked and said, “Victoria, I already have my own family. Instead of acting crazy here, you should keep your fiancé in check.” Victoria’s face twisted with anger. She said, “Stop acting innocent! You’re the one seducing Daniel!” Daniel impatiently slapped her and said, “Enough! Victoria, our engagement is off! Amanda is the one I want to marry!” “She has nothing to do with you anymore,” a deep male voice came from nearby. A handsome man in a tailored suit walked toward us with confident strides. He looked at me tenderly and said, “Amanda, I’m back.”

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I had just stepped through the front door when my 7-year-old son Scott Davis rushed over and hugged my legs. “Mom, I want to be your daddy!” I ruffled his hair and said, “Sweetie, what are you talking about? Have you been watching too many cartoons?” Scott frowned, looking serious. “But I saw Daddy letting Sarah call him that last night. They were also wrestling naked in bed.” I froze on the spot. Sarah Jensen was my husband Henry Davis’s friend. She always said she lacked love growing up and wanted to consider us family. When I confronted Henry, he confidently replied, “Sarah grew up without parents who loved her. She just depends on me. Don’t misunderstand!” I smirked coldly and took out the newly developed Christmas age-reversal drug. “Since Sarah wants to be your daughter so badly, she just needs to take this medicine. In two weeks, she’ll be back to being seven years old.” ***** Henry didn’t take the drug. Instead, he said irritably, “Sarah was abused by her father as a child, and her mother remarried! Isn’t it right for me to care about her?” Looking at his expression, I found it laughable. I pulled out the birth control pills I’d found in the bedroom earlier and tossed them in front of his spaghetti. I asked, “Is your idea of ‘caring for her’ having her take birth control pills in your bedroom?” Henry looked flustered but tried to appear calm. “Sarah takes these pills to regulate her period for a swimming competition.” I clenched my fists, struggling to stay calm. This was absurd and ridiculous… Whenever I suspected something between Henry and Sarah, he always said they were childhood friends who grew up together and couldn’t possibly have an inappropriate relationship. He claimed he just felt sorry for what she’d been through and treated her like family. But once when I came home early from work, I caught Sarah wearing my silk nightgown, watching a movie in Henry’s arms. His hand was caressing her thigh. Even at Scott’s birthday party, Sarah unbuttoned her top in front of everyone, saying she wanted to breastfeed. When Henry swore they were innocent and arranged for her to work out of state, I temporarily stopped suspecting them. But now Scott said they were naked in bed together, and I found birth control pills. I finally confirmed my suspicions were right! The doorbell suddenly rang. Scott ran happily to answer it. “Sarah, you’re finally here! Did you bring me snacks?” Sarah crouched down to hug him, then flashed a fake smile when she saw me. “Audrey, you’re back. You’ve been away for over a month. Henry’s been working hard taking care of Scott alone, so I came to help. Why don’t we all have dinner together?” I didn’t respond. Henry said irritably, “Sarah genuinely cares about us. You should learn from her!” Sarah noticed the birth control pills on the coffee table and said tearfully, “Henry! Why didn’t you put away something so private! This is so embarrassing! Audrey must be judging me…” Watching her throw herself into Henry’s arms crying, I sneered. I knew she had deliberately left those pills in a visible spot in the bedroom. Henry held her protectively and angrily said to me, “I told you Sarah lacked love growing up. How can you have no sympathy?” I laughed coldly. “Tell her not to take those pills in my bed. She can go home to take them.” Then I looked at Sarah and said, “I don’t care what you call my husband, but I don’t accept you as my daughter. I know what you’re up to!” Sarah turned pale. Henry angrily smashed a glass, sending shards flying. He shouted, “Enough! We grew up together. Is it wrong for us to be close?” Scott started crying in fear. He threw a toy car at me and pushed me hard. “I hate you! Bad mom! Get out! You’re bullying Sarah. I don’t want you to be my mom!” I stumbled a few steps before regaining my balance, trembling as I looked at them. I worked tirelessly to give them the best life, only to end up feeling like a clown. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed my suitcase that I hadn’t even unpacked yet and slammed the door on my way out. I returned to my parents’ house, where my brother’s wife, Lily Turner, was sitting on the couch eating chips, looking at me sympathetically. She said, “Audrey, your husband cheated on you, and now you’re back? Sarah is livestreaming about your situation right now…” I frowned. “What?” I clicked on the link Lily sent me and saw the livestream title boldly stating: [Poor Girl Falsely Accused of Being a Mistress.]

On the screen, Sarah was sitting on my bed wearing my pajamas. Her social media account was named “Day 99 Living With My Childhood Friend.” Sarah choked up, “I’ve always treated Audrey like family, but I never expected that just because I took some birth control pills to delay my period, she would accuse me of having an inappropriate relationship with Henry.” Netizens condemned me: [You wreck someone’s family and still act innocent? Get out now.] [Playing pure while being a mistress. That couple’s wedding photo is still on display in the background. Shameless.] Seeing the public opinion supporting me, Sarah cried, “I dropped out of school at fifteen to work at a restaurant, and the manager raped me, then claimed I seduced him. I lost my job because of that. “Later I developed depression, and Henry and Scott were always there for me, taking me to see doctors. “But Audrey called me shameless and said I deserved to be raped. I just wanted to repay Henry’s kindness. Why is she bullying me?” Under her pitiful and plaintive account, the netizens’ opinions began to shift. Then Sarah showed her depression diagnosis. “I’ve been on medication for a long time. If it weren’t for Henry, I might have committed suicide long ago…” Public opinion completely changed. [No one would joke about rape and depression. Audrey is too cruel.] [My heart aches for Sarah. I hope she recovers soon.] After reading the comments, Sarah smiled, “Thank you everyone. Please follow my account. When I reach 1 million followers, I’ll ask Henry to treat everyone to coffee!” I couldn’t stand it anymore and requested to join her livestream. When Sarah saw me appear on the screen, her eyes immediately darted away. I said irritably, “Sarah, you were fired because the manager’s wife reported you with photos of you in bed. Stop making things up.” Sarah immediately burst into tears. Trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the stretch marks on her stomach and cried out, “Audrey, when I was four months pregnant last Christmas, you suspected me of having an affair with Henry and pushed me down the stairs. “I had a miscarriage and have been living in pain every day. Why are you still treating me like this?” She suddenly grabbed a fruit knife and held it against her abdomen, saying, “Do I need to cut out my uterus for you to leave me alone?” I was shaking with anger. The truth was that she deliberately fell to cause her miscarriage, yet she turned around and accused me. Just then, Henry rushed in, snatched the knife from Sarah’s hand, and immediately cut off the connection. He then took her into his arms to comfort her, “Sarah, don’t be impulsive. We all believe you.” Scott also came stumbling in, crying, “Sarah, please don’t do this. Mom is too mean. I don’t want her anymore. I want you to be my mom!” With their comfort, Sarah cried even louder. The netizens sympathized with her and began to attack me fiercely. [Audrey is so cruel, causing this girl to miscarry. She’s absolutely insane.] [This is attempted murder. Audrey should pay with her life!] [Audrey’s husband and child are both protecting Sarah. Isn’t that proof enough? Even Audrey’s family doesn’t believe her.] The incident was widely discussed. The topic “Protecting the Suffering Single Mother” was shared extensively. My phone kept buzzing with countless vile private messages. Apparently, netizens had found my account. [Do you know how much depression patients suffer? You falsely accused her with bedroom photos. You were the one having an affair with the manager, weren’t you?] [You spread rumors and caused Sarah’s miscarriage. You should pay with your life. Evil woman, just die!] [I heard you’re selling anti-aging medicine. Your medicine must be problematic. If you dare slander Sarah again, I’ll expose all your personal information.] I clenched my fists, furious. Just then, my boss Yohan Smith called me.

He said, “Dr. Carter, our company developed the age-reduction drug with the original intention of healing trauma! “Now the entire internet is saying you discriminate against sexual assault victims. How are we supposed to explain this to our clients?” I replied, “Dr. Smith, everything Sarah said is a lie. I never…” Yohan cut me off harshly, “Enough! She’s now the most prominent and well-known victim. The company has received numerous complaints. You must publicly apologize, or resign!” He paused briefly, then added, “The project you’ve spent nine Christmases developing won’t belong to you anymore. Think about it carefully!” After hanging up, I could barely stand. Henry was protecting Sarah, Scott liked her, and now even my scientific career of nine Christmases was about to be destroyed by her. My eyes turned red with anger as I clenched my fists. Suddenly, shouting came from outside the door. “Where’s that Audrey who discriminates against sexual assault victims? Get out here!” A group of self-proclaimed activists stormed into my parents’ home, smashing things and yelling that they wanted justice for Sarah. I told my family to hide in the bedroom while I held back my rage and tried to explain, “I’ve never discriminated against anyone! You’ve all been deceived by Sarah. She never even…” Someone rushed forward, pushed me down, and began beating me. “She’s depressed because of you, and you even made her miscarry. Go to hell!” “Is it our fault we’re victims? If you keep bullying Sarah, we’ll kill you!” “You can’t control your husband and blame others. Maybe you’ve been cheating all along!” Someone pulled my hair while another repeatedly kicked my abdomen with high heels. Blood kept flowing from my nose until I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, my entire body in excruciating pain. Henry walked in with Sarah and Scott. Sarah pretended to be concerned and said, “Audrey, I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect my fans would be so impulsive. “But you brought this on yourself by hurting victims like us.” Scott looked at me with disgust and said, “Mom, I hope you’ve learned your lesson after getting beaten up. Don’t bully Sarah anymore!” Looking at my own son, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Henry said coldly, “The online backlash is your own doing. Sarah does social media to raise money for treatment. She’s bringing you attention—you should be thanking her.” I laughed sarcastically, “Attention? Why don’t you livestream her calling you daddy? That would definitely get a lot of views! If you have any dignity, stop using my money!” Henry said, “You’re talking nonsense. Sarah uses her money for charity. Shouldn’t you be supporting her?” That’s when I realized Sarah’s phone was livestreaming. Online viewers were commenting. [You didn’t beat her hard enough. If it were me, I’d kick her to death!] [This cold-blooded doctor should be kicked out of the hospital!] Scott suddenly announced, “I’ve decided to treat Sarah as my mother! I don’t want a bad mom anymore. I want to live with Dad and Sarah!” The livestream audience all expressed their support. In my anger, I kicked them out of the hospital room, accidentally falling from the bed. The IV needle was ripped out, and blood streamed from my hand. In that moment of humiliating collapse, I thought, “If Sarah wants to be Henry’s daughter, then I’ll make it happen!”

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After proposing divorce to my wife Emily Carter 99 times, she finally agreed because my first love Jessica Miller had ended her marriage and returned to the United States. Jessica looked beautiful on social media, dressed in designer brands from head to toe, even more attractive than during our school days. Meanwhile, my wife always had messy hair, with wrinkles making her look old and haggard. I gathered the courage to invite Jessica to dinner. We talked about everything from Shakespeare to our life aspirations, and her cheerful, confident personality completely captivated me. I became increasingly convinced that she was my true soulmate. To facilitate a smooth divorce, I stopped giving Emily living expenses. When my son Lucas Johnson was hospitalized with a high fever, I was partying with Jessica at a nightclub and even posted intimate photos of us on Instagram. The next day, Emily handed me divorce papers. She had only one condition: “I’ll take Lucas, and we’ll split our joint assets equally. I hope you won’t regret this later.” Thinking about my imminent freedom, I immediately agreed: “No problem, I promise!” ***** At the coffee shop, I sat with Jessica. Watching Emily sign the final document, I felt unprecedented excitement. Jessica excitedly hugged my arm and gave me a passionate kiss. “Michael, this is wonderful, we can finally be together.” Other customers in the shop were drawn to us. I suddenly felt a bit guilty and instinctively looked toward Emily. She remained unusually calm. She pushed the documents toward me and said, “If there are any issues, we can discuss them later.” I didn’t respond immediately, trying to appear dominant. “No problem. Are you sure about this property division? I bought the house and car, so they should be mine. I can give you half of the money in our joint account. If you’re not satisfied, we can renegotiate.” After all, we had been married, and I didn’t want her to struggle too much. Emily looked at me with dull eyes. “Wasn’t the money in our account already transferred by you, leaving only eight thousand dollars?” I was speechless, wondering how she knew about this. I said, “Then it’s settled. You have no income and can’t support a child. If Lucas lives with me, at least I can give him a complete family!” Emily finally showed some emotion, firmly stating: “Not possible.” I said, “Lucas is my son!” Emily looked at me, displaying her first cold smile of the day. “Where were you when he needed you?” I suddenly remembered the day Lucas was hospitalized, when Emily called me repeatedly and I ignored all her calls. Despite feeling guilty, I argued stubbornly: “I work so hard for both of you. Emily, don’t be ungrateful!” Emily silently looked at me for a moment, then picked up her thermos. “I can compromise on everything else, but I will never give up Lucas.” With that, she turned and left. Jessica nudged me as I sat deep in thought, saying, “If you can’t get custody, will your parents agree?” I said, “No matter what, I must get Lucas back.” That afternoon, I took Jessica to the hospital to see Lucas. Lucas, who once loved me, now curled up in Emily’s arms, refusing to look at me. They both treated me coldly, like a stranger. I was convinced Emily had poisoned Lucas’s mind against me. Furious, I was about to confront Emily when Jessica held me back, calming me down. She gave Emily a sweet smile. “Emily, I understand how you feel, but you shouldn’t teach Lucas to hate his father. My parents divorced too, and I know the pain of growing up without a father’s love. Lucas is still so young…” Jessica’s voice broke with emotion. I felt heartbroken for her. Emily asked expressionlessly, “So what?” I shouted, “Emily! You’re so cruel!” Emily seemed to have tears in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Looking at my hand on Jessica’s shoulder, she said coldly, “The doctor says Lucas needs rest. You should leave.” I frowned, unwilling to compromise, but when the nurse came to change Lucas’s dressing, Emily directly asked her to escort us out. Furious, I thought, “If Lucas continues living with Emily, he’ll eventually stop recognizing me. I’m Lucas’s legal guardian and have the right to take him.” I carried the sleeping Lucas back home. When Lucas woke up and found Emily wasn’t there, he cried uncontrollably. His crying gave me a headache, and I worried the neighbors might call the police. Jessica took out a pill and gave it to Lucas, saying, “I studied pharmacy. This will help him sleep. Don’t worry, it’s completely safe.” I trusted Jessica completely and just wanted Lucas to quiet down. Soon he fell asleep. Jessica suddenly straddled my lap and touched my chest. She whispered in my ear, “Isn’t it more exciting with your son nearby?”

I excitedly grabbed her hand and said, “What do you think?” Jessica chuckled softly and kissed me. Knowing Lucas was in the next room made me respond to her with even more excitement. Just as we were about to continue, there was a sudden knock at the door. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck, dissatisfied. “Ignore it. Keep going.” I was in high spirits and didn’t want to stop, but the knocking grew louder. My excitement instantly vanished. I irritably ran my fingers through my hair and got up to open the door. “Who is it?” Seeing Emily’s icy stare, I instinctively buttoned my shirt all the way up. I couldn’t forget the last time she saw the hickeys on my body and left me covered in scratches. But this time Emily just coldly demanded, “Where have you hidden Lucas? Is he in there?” She tried to push her way inside. I absolutely couldn’t let her take the child. I blocked her, and Emily accidentally bumped into my chest, then immediately stepped back two paces, her expression disgusted. I frowned. “Stop pretending. We’ve been married for so long, quit acting so high and mighty.” Emily looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before and said, “Because you disgust me.” I was furious. She used to love me so much, and now she was denying it. “Emily, you failed to watch Lucas properly, yet you come here causing trouble. If you don’t want a divorce, just say so. I can arrange my schedule—one day with you, one day with Jessica…” Emily slapped me across the face. “Shameless!” She was trembling all over, clearly furious. She shoved me aside and stormed into the apartment, searching each room for Lucas, ultimately finding nothing. Emily noticed Jessica’s mocking gaze as she lay on the bed. Jessica asked, “Emily, don’t tell me you’re having regrets?” Emily’s face darkened. “Unlike you, I don’t like scumbags.” Jessica was clearly displeased. Having failed to find Lucas, Emily turned to leave. I stopped her and said, “I know where Lucas is.” Emily paused mid-step. She had been searching for Lucas all night. His smartwatch had been removed, and security cameras hadn’t captured who had taken him. She obviously didn’t believe me. I directly took out my phone and showed her a photo I had prepared, saying, “I took this when I was leaving the hospital.” In the photo, a man in black clothes was carrying a child in hospital clothes. The child’s face was obscured, but seeing the boy’s sneakers, Emily’s expression instantly changed. “Lucas!” She reached out to grab my phone, but I dodged her. I said, “You interrupted my date with Jessica, and you slapped me. It’s not too much to ask for some compensation, right? Go buy me some condoms, the more the better. You know my size best.” Emily clenched her fists and agreed for Lucas’s sake. “Fine.” She turned and went downstairs. Watching her swallow her pride, I smirked and closed the door. I asked Jessica where she’d hidden the child, and she pointed outside the window. The sleeping Lucas had been placed on the air conditioner unit outside, secured with just a rope. I frowned and moved to bring him back in. Jessica stopped me, saying, “Isn’t Emily coming back anyway?” I paused. Indeed, I had prepared the fake photo anticipating Emily would come looking. To buy time to send Lucas to my parents’ house, I had no choice but to leave Lucas where he was. Emily returned quickly, throwing a bag of condoms at me. “Enough?” I chuckled. “Enough.” I sent her the photo, pretending to care: “Let me know when you find Lucas.” Though I said this, I knew she would never find Lucas. Emily ignored me and turned to enter the elevator. Watching her anxious expression, I suddenly felt I might have gone too far.

When I brought Lucas back, he had developed a high fever again. It was windy and cold outside, with the temperature feeling below 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Lucas was only wearing thin hospital clothes. After all, he is my own biological son, so I looked at Jessica somewhat reproachfully. Jessica said defensively, “I did all this for you.” I quickly went over to hug her and apologized, “I’m sorry, I have a bad temper.” Jessica was still upset. I sighed inwardly, pulled her tightly into my arms, and kissed her. She forgave me quickly. When I let go of her to get a condom, I found myself looking directly into Lucas’s clear eyes. I was startled. Having sex while Lucas was asleep was completely different from when he was awake. Looking at those eyes that resembled Emily’s so much, I lost all interest. “What’s wrong?” Jessica asked me. I straightened my wrinkled shirt and walked over to ask Lucas, “Lucas, how are you feeling now?” Lucas refused to talk to me. Remembering what he had just witnessed, I felt a bit guilty. I tried to speak gently, “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? I can make your favorite spaghetti, okay?” Lucas finally spoke, “No! I want to see my mom!” I angrily said, “She doesn’t want you anymore!” Lucas burst into tears, punching and kicking at me. “You’re lying! My mom would never abandon me! She’s not like you!” Jessica helped me hold down the flailing Lucas and tried to reason with him, “Lucas, you can’t hit your father.” She was kicked hard by Lucas and fell to the ground. Clutching her stomach, she said, “That hurts…” I hurriedly helped Jessica up, then slapped Lucas across the face. “You little brat! Who gave you permission to hit people? She’s going to be your mother now!” This was the first time I had behaved so rudely in front of Lucas. Previously, I didn’t have much time to take care of him; Emily was always the one looking after him at home. Whenever Lucas and I met, he always seemed very well-behaved, completely different from how he was acting now. But one Christmas, Emily’s personality changed dramatically, and Lucas seemed to change along with her. This made me even more convinced that divorce was the right decision. If Jessica hadn’t come into my life, I might never have discovered Emily’s flaws. I realized that all of Emily’s apparent virtues and thoughtfulness had been nothing but a facade. Lucas stopped crying and just glared at me. Seeing Jessica in pain yet still trying to calm me down made me even angrier. I locked Lucas in the backyard, saying, “Stay outside and think about what you’ve done!” I apologized to Jessica, “I’m sorry, Emily didn’t raise him properly.” Jessica shook her head. “It’s okay.” I felt even more sorry for her and took Jessica out for a hot springs vacation. We didn’t return home until the following evening. I opened the backyard door. I hadn’t expected that Lucas, as young as he was, had inherited my remarkable endurance. He was huddled in a corner, looking at me defiantly. Seeing his reddened eyes, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and carried him back to his room. Lucas was no longer crying and throwing tantrums like yesterday. I opened the takeout cream of mushroom soup for him to drink. He frowned and refused to eat. I thought he was deliberately defying me. “I’m warning you, Lucas Johnson, don’t act like your mother and throw tantrums with me!” He still wouldn’t drink the soup. Furious, I forced the soup into his mouth, making him drink every last drop. Shortly after, his face turned purple, as if he couldn’t breathe. I said, “What are you pretending now?” Lucas didn’t answer but collapsed on the floor. Only then did I realize something was wrong and shouted, “Jessica, come help me. Something’s wrong with Lucas!” At the hospital, Lucas’s condition was serious, almost critical. The doctor scolded me, “You ignored Lucas’s high fever and gave him something he’s allergic to. Are you trying to kill your son?” I stood there in shock. Behind me, I heard hurried footsteps. Someone slapped me hard across the face. Emily looked haggard and glared at me furiously. “Michael Johnson, you’re a monster!” After receiving the photos I provided, Emily searched tirelessly for Lucas for an entire day with no results. She happened to spot a dashcam in a private car at the hospital parking lot. The video showed Jessica carrying Lucas into a car. Only then did Emily realize I had tricked her. Just as she was furiously heading to my house, the doctor, suspecting child abuse, contacted Emily based on medical records. Upon receiving the message, Emily rushed to the hospital immediately. Faced with Emily’s fury, I still denied everything. The truth was that I had left Lucas with a high fever locked in the backyard all night, and I had forced him to drink cream of mushroom soup, which he was allergic to. I apologized, saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of him this time.” “What?” Emily laughed bitterly. “You’ve never taken care of him. “When he was born with neonatal jaundice and admitted to the ICU, you didn’t even come to the hospital. You claimed you were on a business trip, but you were actually comforting Jessica who had just gotten divorced! “That Christmas when Lucas was three, I was sick, and you took him out. I had clearly told you about his allergies, but you let him eat everything he was allergic to! He almost died that time, and you blamed it on his weak constitution! “The last time he was hospitalized with a high fever, I called you so many times, but you were busy posting bedroom photos with Jessica on Instagram! “This time you hid Lucas and caused him to end up in the ER again. “Michael Johnson, you’re despicable!” Emily’s words pierced my heart. She had never mentioned these things to me before. She always used to say, “We’re fine. Don’t worry about us.” She even pushed me away when I offered to help, saying, “Just focus on your work. I’ll handle everything.” But after meeting Jessica, I forgot all of that. That’s when Emily started becoming hysterical. “I…” I was speechless. Emily pointed at the hospital entrance and said, “You’ve already signed the divorce papers. From now on, please stay away from Lucas and me!” Her resolute tone made my heart race with anxiety. But when I stepped forward, she warned me off with just a look. Jessica took my hand and said, “Michael, let’s go.” On one side was the woman who loved me deeply, on the other was the woman I had failed. I thought, “I’ve already wronged Emily; I can’t hurt Jessica too.” I squeezed Jessica’s hand and said to Emily, “Okay.” Emily ignored me, anxiously staring at the emergency room doors. After returning home with Jessica, she kept comforting me, saying it wasn’t my fault, but the image of Lucas near death kept me awake at night. In just two weeks, I lost sixteen pounds. The day the divorce was finalized, Emily left immediately after handling the paperwork, without even glancing at me. I thought she would have calmed down by now, but I didn’t expect her to hold such a grudge. I had visited Lucas during these days. Out of guilt, I gave her more assets than required. Angry, I went straight home. Jessica shared good news with me: “I’m pregnant! We’re going to have our own baby!” I was overjoyed, pushing thoughts of Lucas aside as I began to anticipate this new life. After becoming pregnant, Jessica became even more demanding, often shopping to relieve stress. I was understanding and let her spend freely. But soon, she had depleted most of my savings. She went on another trip to Iceland, saying she wanted to travel more before entering her third trimester. I was displeased but didn’t stop her, after all, she was carrying my child. But I remembered that Emily never behaved this way during her pregnancy, and I felt somewhat disappointed. Two months of eating junk food landed me in the hospital with acute gastroenteritis. I lay in my hospital bed with no one to care for me. Seeing the patient next to me being cared for by his wife, I felt envious. I thought, “If Emily were by my side, I would be that happy too.” Unconsciously, I dialed her number. But a man answered the phone. “Emily just fell asleep. You can tell me if there’s anything you need.”

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I’ve been married to Special Forces Commander David Miller for six years. He’s always been attentive to me, yet he did three things that shattered my heart. The first was when our son Jacob Miller died of illness. That day, David brought back a boy who resembled him from Texas. David said, “This is Ethan. He’ll be our son from now on.” The second was on the day of Jacob’s funeral, when David threw a lavish birthday party for Ethan Wilson. The third was during Jacob’s burial, when David took Ethan and his birth mother Jennifer Cooper to a restaurant, not even coming to see Jacob one last time. Holding Jacob’s urn, I felt utterly desperate. In the end, I used the Purple Heart medal my father had earned to exchange for divorce papers from the Pentagon. This marriage that began with gratitude was now over. ***** After getting the divorce papers from the Pentagon’s Personnel Department, I voluntarily applied for a transfer to a military base in Alaska. Even as he walked me out, Personnel Manager Owen Johnson was still trying to persuade me: “Sophia, you’ve been married to Colonel Miller for six years, and he’s about to be promoted to Brigadier General. Why insist on divorcing him and going to such a remote base? “Colonel Miller is deeply in love with you. After the divorce, finding another suitable partner won’t be easy!” Hearing his words, I tried to force a smile, but my heart was breaking. If I hadn’t gone to ask David to pull strings for a specialist when Jacob was critically ill that day, accidentally overhearing his conversation with his aide Quinn Smith, I might still think he was a loyal and honorable man. Quinn asked, “Sir, we’ve brought Jennifer’s child here, but how do we explain this to Sophia?” David frowned and said coldly, “Ethan is my child. I absolutely cannot let him grow up elsewhere! “Keep it from Sophia for now. Tell her Ethan is the orphaned child of my fallen comrade.” Quinn hesitated, “But if Sophia discovers the truth…” David sneered, “Even if she finds out, what can she do? Her parents are dead, and she has a sick child. She can only rely on me. “If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll remain my wife!” Those words stabbed into my heart like knives, making me wish I were dead. David had been having an affair all along, while I was still giving him everything. I was so angry that I coughed up blood. Looking at the blood in my palm, I suddenly remembered what happened three years ago. Back then, David was ambushed during an anti-terrorism mission in Texas. I was pregnant at the time, but I moved stone after stone with my bare hands, scraping them raw and bloody, to rescue him. After returning home, I went into premature labor. Jacob was sickly from birth. My health deteriorated too, and the military doctor said I could never have children again. At that time, David swore in front of his leaders and comrades that he would never betray me. His superiors admired his performance and devotion, promoting him to commander. I never imagined it was all an elaborate performance! David did all this for his career, so his mistress and illegitimate son could live well. Thinking of this, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said firmly, “Mr. Johnson, thank you for your concern, but my mind is made up.” Owen sighed, “Since you’ve decided, take care of Jacob’s affairs and leave as soon as possible.” Hearing Jacob’s name, I felt a stab of pain. He was only three years old. I still remember how he smiled at me just a while ago. Now, only his body remains. He will never smile at me again. David still doesn’t know that Jacob has passed away. He’s still with Jennifer and Ethan. I folded the divorce papers and put them in my pocket, then turned to leave. After Jacob’s cremation tomorrow, I can take him and leave this place.

I had just returned to the apartment when David walked in. Seeing my pale face, he frowned, took my hand and said, “Why are your hands so cold? I’ll have the chef make you some hot soup tonight.” His hands were still broad and warm, but that warmth could no longer melt my frozen heart. David looked around and asked, “Where’s Jacob?” Just when I thought he was finally going to realize Jacob had passed away, he continued on his own, “Is his cold still not better? Is he still in the hospital? Never mind. Do you still have that pure silver cross pendant your mother left you? I want to give it to Ethan.” He spoke in a calm tone, adding, “If it weren’t for his father Mark saving me last Christmas, I would have been dead by now.” I lowered my head, quietly withdrew my hands, and said, “I understand. I’ll go get it now.” Seeing my gloomy expression, David held my shoulders and reassured me, “Sophia, don’t misunderstand. I just want to help Jennifer and Ethan since they have no one to rely on.” My heart ached, but I forced a smile and said, “I understand, don’t worry.” Jacob was gone now, and none of this mattered to me anymore. Hearing this, David visibly relaxed. I turned and walked into the bedroom, retrieving the cross pendant from the deepest part of the drawer. The cold silver pendant lay heavy in my palm, carrying too many of my memories. The day Jacob left, I had taken it off and never dared to look at it again. And now, David wanted to give it to someone else’s child. When I returned to the living room with the pendant, I found David had already taken out several brand-new winter clothes. “These cashmere coats are good quality. Jennifer should like them.” I watched coldly as he collected the new clothes I had purchased with several months’ salary, laughing bitterly inside. In our six years of marriage, David had never shown such care for me. With heavy steps, I handed him the cross pendant and the newly processed adoption documents. I said, “Ethan’s adoption paperwork is complete. It will be convenient for his schooling and medical care from now on.” David froze, then exclaimed with delight, “Sophia, I knew you’d understand me best!” Seeming to realize his overreaction, he quickly cleared his throat to cover it up. “Regardless, I only love you and Jacob in my heart. Once I’ve settled them, I’ll focus on taking care of you both.” With that, he planted a routine kiss on my cheek. But this time, I no longer felt that flutter in my heart. After getting the pendant, David rushed off to Jennifer’s apartment. Watching his hurried silhouette disappear, I felt painful, recalling Jacob’s final moments. Back then, I thought David was truly busy with military duties when I took Jacob to the hospital alone. I stayed by Jacob’s side until he weakly said he wanted to see David, and only then did I hurry to find him. But I never expected to witness that scene. Jennifer holding David’s hand on one side and Ethan’s on the other, shopping. Ethan called David “Dad.” They looked like a happy family. Only when I called out to him did David hastily let go. I was disappointed but didn’t have time to question him, only urging him to go see Jacob at the hospital. But he made excuses again: “I’m busy right now. Let the doctor prescribe some medicine for him. I’ll go see him another day.” David never visited Jacob before he passed away. My trust and love for him collapsed in an instant. Before Jacob died, he held my hand and asked, “Mom, why doesn’t Dad come to see me? Does he hate me?” Before he could finish, he took his last breath. My heart ached so much I couldn’t breathe. I wanted so badly to tell him that his father already had a new family and didn’t want us anymore. But I couldn’t bring myself to say those words, I could only hold his gradually cooling hand and weep.

After composing myself, I began packing my belongings. I had only packed half of my things when David eagerly brought Jennifer and Ethan into the apartment. When I walked into the living room, I saw David directing workers to cut down the oak tree in the yard. That tree was planted together on our wedding Christmas, symbolizing that our love would flourish and endure like an oak. David saw me and hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice me. Jennifer, however, walked over with Ethan under her protection. She was wearing the cashmere coat David had taken from me this morning. And around Ethan’s neck hung the cross pendant that should have belonged to Jacob. Jennifer smiled and said gently, “I just casually mentioned to David that Ethan has been allergic to oak pollen since he was little, and he immediately had the tree cut down. Sophia, please don’t be upset. I’m sorry.” Jennifer made herself sound innocent, making me appear unreasonable. David shielded her behind him before looking at me, saying perfunctorily, “Sophia, don’t misunderstand. Jennifer and Ethan moved in for convenience with school. We’re all family.” I thought, “For Ethan’s school convenience? What about Jacob? He didn’t even get to taste his father’s spaghetti before he died.” Looking at Jennifer and Ethan hiding behind David, I couldn’t help but smirk coldly. That Christmas, my parents sacrificed themselves to save David’s parents. At their grave, he swore to take care of me for life. Out of gratitude to the Miller family, I willingly married him. But now, for Jennifer and Ethan, he had discarded our past. Even Jacob had lost his life in this sham of a marriage. Seeing my silence, David added, “Why are you wearing black today? We’re having a birthday party for Ethan tonight. Remember to change into something nice.” I jerked my head up, staring at him in disbelief. Today was Jacob’s funeral, yet he wanted to throw someone else a birthday party. In that moment, David seemed frighteningly unfamiliar, as if I had never truly known him. “I’m not interested,” I said. As I turned to leave, David grabbed my wrist. He said impatiently, “Sophia, can you stop making a scene? I’m very busy lately and don’t have time to cater to your emotions. Tonight at eight, we’re having a party here. Remember to bring Jacob too.” My whole body trembled as I thought, “If he knew Jacob was gone and today was his funeral, would David still say such things?” Just as I was about to reveal this, Jennifer suddenly approached and grabbed my hand. She said, “Sophia, your bracelet is beautiful. Which jewelry store did you buy it from?” She smiled, acting friendly, but her eyes flashed with challenge and calculation. I coldly withdrew my hand and heard David say, “This bracelet isn’t worth much. I’ll take you to buy a better one another day.” Jennifer lowered her head and said softly, “But I really like Sophia’s.” David fell silent for a moment, looking at me tentatively. Before he could speak, I took off the bracelet and handed it to her. In that moment, I clearly saw David’s surprised expression. “Sophia, you…” Jennifer took the bracelet but “accidentally” dropped it, breaking it. She said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I smirked without saying anything. This bracelet was personally designed by David as a Christmas gift to me. It was good that it broke now, marking the end of our six-Christmas marriage. I smiled bitterly, the last lingering attachment in my heart now gone. Seeing my expression, David quickly said, “If Jacob isn’t feeling well, he doesn’t have to come tonight. I’ll take you both out another day.” I didn’t answer and turned to leave. I thought, “There won’t be a next time. After today, we’ll never see each other again in this lifetime.”

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My fiancé spent 300 grand on a bracelet I loved, only to gift it to another woman. “You can always buy another one,” he told me. So, I bought a tie and put it around his buddy’s neck. My fiancé was pissed. “How dare you mess around with him?!” I sneered, “Mess around? I’m dead serious about him.”

Benjamin Lewis didn’t love me, and his only condition for marrying me was that I would raise his son Ethan for ten years. For these ten years, I gave my heart and soul to his family. But at a family dinner, I accidentally wore Benjamin’s late wife’s old gown. Ethan publicly ordered security to strip it off me and throw me into the alligator pool. I crawled out of the alligator pool covered in wounds, but Ethan viciously kicked me back in. He looked cold, as if watching an entertaining show. “Ms. Ellison was right, you’re just trying to replace my mother. I’ll make you leave my home sooner or later, and you won’t get a penny!” Looking at this child I had raised with blood, sweat, and tears for ten years, I felt utterly desperate. When Benjamin learned about this, he coldly said, “Caroline, you were indeed in the wrong. Don’t try to replace her.” I didn’t cry or make a scene, just smiled calmly and said, “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement has expired. It’s time for me to leave.” ***** The evening pool water was freezing cold. When I struggled out of the alligator pool again, my body was in unbearable pain from the bites, and I nearly fainted. The maids frantically wrapped blankets around my shivering body. Ethan’s face was full of contempt as he arrogantly lifted his chin. “Bitch, I’m just teaching you a lesson this time. You’d better know your place and don’t touch my mother’s things!” Looking at the gown carelessly thrown on the ground, I took a deep breath despite the pain. “If it’s your mother’s most treasured possession, why don’t you cherish it at all?” I raised my head and looked at Ethan with a complex expression, saying, “You’ve learned to lie.” His birth mother’s belongings had always been personally preserved by Benjamin; there was no way it could have appeared in my closet. A flash of panic crossed Ethan’s face. Then, embarrassed and angry, he glared at me and said, “I did not!” With that, he turned and ran away. I silently lowered my head and accepted treatment from the family doctor with the maids’ support. After my wounds were treated, I returned to my room. However, as soon as I pushed open the door, a plate of filthy leftovers was dumped on my head. I was completely soaked, the pungent smell making it impossible to open my eyes. As I struggled to see, Ethan’s triumphant laughter came through: “Hahaha! You’re the bitch who killed my mom. Today I’ll show you the consequences.” My heart shattered instantly. Ethan shoved me hard and ran out the door, laughing. I fell to the ground, my eyes burning with tears. Ten years ago, when I had just returned from studying abroad, Benjamin’s wife passed away from illness. To ensure that the infant Ethan wouldn’t lack maternal love, they found me, a specialist in child psychology. “Caroline, the Lewis family has supported you for so many years, so you must help with this.” So when the Lewis family asked me to marry Benjamin and raise Ethan because of their past kindness, I agreed, setting a ten-year term. During these ten years, I poured my heart and soul into raising Ethan. But losing him happened overnight. After lying on the floor thinking for a long time, I finally managed to stand up and turned to see Benjamin standing in the doorway. Dressed in a crisp suit, his handsome face was filled with complex emotions. Benjamin and Ethan looked very similar, and they were both extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone. Then Benjamin frowned: “I heard about tonight’s incident. Caroline, it’s your fault.” I was stunned and didn’t defend myself. He glanced down at the mess on the floor and sighed helplessly: “Ethan loves his mother very much. Don’t try to replace Penelope. You should know your place.” I smiled self-mockingly. Benjamin slowly took off his suit jacket, but he just stood outside the door, instructing the maid to clean the room. Then, looking at me covered in blood and filth, he coldly said, “Go take a shower. You look too dirty.” I nodded instinctively and went to the bathroom to shower. In the dead of night, Benjamin held me in his arms as usual. His hands roamed freely over my body, his desire growing. But I only felt terrified. Benjamin had always had strong desires. Shortly after our wedding, I became pregnant, but he forced me to go to the hospital. After a medical error, I not only lost that child but also had my uterus removed. Benjamin just coldly said: “Good, now you won’t neglect Ethan after having children of your own.” Since then, Benjamin had vented his desires on me every night. After all, there would never be any accidents again. At this moment, I felt extremely sad. When his hand slipped inside my nightgown again, for the first time in my life, I pushed him away. “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement is complete. Let’s file for divorce tomorrow.”

Benjamin’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening terribly. “Ethan was just joking with you today. He’s only a child—can’t you forgive him as his mother?” His tone carried obvious anger. “This whole thing was your fault to begin with, and I haven’t even pressed the issue. You need to stop throwing tantrums!” The title “mother” left me deeply confused. Years ago, Benjamin had fallen in love with Penelope Leach at first sight in college. After graduation, Benjamin insisted on marrying her despite his family’s opposition, even threatening to take his own life. His family had no choice but to compromise. Unfortunately, fate was cruel. Penelope passed away shortly after giving birth to Ethan. The Lewis family, worried someone might take advantage and marry Benjamin with ulterior motives, forced us into a hasty marriage—no ceremony, no rings. Benjamin felt nothing for me, so why should I waste my life on such a ridiculous commitment? I lowered my head and said quietly, “I’m serious. Our ten-year agreement has expired. “Ethan hates me. My presence here only irritates him.” Benjamin’s brows furrowed, anger flickering in his eyes. “Is this because you don’t have children? In a few years when Ethan is older, you can adopt one.” I certainly wasn’t going to be a fool again by raising someone else’s child. Before I could speak, Benjamin immediately stood up. “Stop being so ungrateful! You’re nothing without the Lewis family!” With that, he slammed the door on his way out. I stood there, a deep weariness washing over me. The next morning, I was awakened by a pain in my forehead. Opening my eyes, I saw Ethan standing smugly by the bed, clutching a toy car. “You bitch! How dare you make my dad angry!” Under my shocked gaze, Ethan sneered, “If you keep hanging around our house, next time I won’t just hit you with a toy car!” After delivering his threat, he turned and left. That toy car was the birthday gift I had given him last year. Years ago, when Benjamin’s mother placed the few-month-old Ethan in my arms, she had said earnestly, “Caroline, we’ve raised you like our own daughter. I hope you’ll treat Ethan the same way.” Yet all these years, though I’ve cared for him as my own, he wishes nothing more than my immediate death. I sat dazed for a while before getting up to wash and go downstairs for breakfast. I still had to attend Ethan’s parent-teacher conference today. However, as soon as I reached the living room, I heard two fierce barks. I froze immediately, seeing Ethan holding the leashes of two massive wolf dogs, smiling at me provocatively. The wolf dogs looked huge and ferocious, eagerly baring their fangs at me, drool dripping from their jaws. My face turned pale, and I didn’t dare move. Ethan knew I was terrified of dogs—he was clearly doing this on purpose. “Ethan, take them outside!” My voice trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat breaking out on my back. Ethan’s smile grew even more arrogant. “Mom, these are my new pets. Let them keep you company for breakfast!” With that, he had someone tie the barking dogs not far from me before sauntering away. I remained frozen for a long time. Only when the butler hurriedly came to take the dogs away did I weakly collapse onto the sofa, my palms drenched in cold sweat. After resting for about fifteen minutes, I suppressed my surging distress and got up to prepare for the parent-teacher conference. However, when I reached the entrance, I discovered the car was gone. The maid nervously explained, “Mrs. Lewis, Young Master Ethan ordered the driver to take him to school. He said you should find your own way there.” Not only that, Ethan had threatened all the maids that if I dared to take another car, he would fire them all. Seeing the pleading looks from the maids around me, I ultimately gave in. I had to walk from the hillside villa to the foot of the mountain, then take a taxi to the school. By the time I reached the classroom, I was already a few minutes late. Before I could enter, I heard Ethan’s hate-filled voice coming from inside. “Caroline seduced my dad for money and got my mom killed. She even pretends to be nice to me!” Under the strange gazes of the parents around, I said helplessly, “Ethan.” Seeing me appear, Ethan immediately shut his mouth, a flash of panic crossing his eyes. However, when he saw the person behind me, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed past me and rushed over. “Ms. Ellison!” Sabrina gently embraced Ethan and gave me a smug smile. “Mrs. Lewis, Ethan insisted I come to his parent-teacher conference. I’m really sorry.” Ethan snorted coldly, “I love Ms. Ellison the most! She’s not annoying like certain people!”

I stood frozen in place. The whispers of parents around me kept reaching my ears. “Is that Caroline? She doesn’t look like such a vicious woman.” “Don’t be fooled by appearances. If she hadn’t done something wrong, why would Mr. Lewis’s son dislike her so much?” “You’re right. That lady next to her is definitely prettier and gentler than Caroline. If I were him, I wouldn’t choose her either.” A flash of satisfaction crossed Sabrina’s eyes. Ethan affectionately pulled her hand to the seats, and even nuzzled his face against her chest like a spoiled child. “Ms. Ellison, after the parent-teacher conference, let’s go play together! I love spending time with you the most. You’re much more fun than those boring people.” I suddenly felt incredibly sad. Back then, Sabrina resembled Penelope, which was why Benjamin hired her as a tutor. She effortlessly won Benjamin and Ethan’s favor. Whenever I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would accuse me of not being as gentle as Sabrina, and that I was just being unreasonable. It was as if Christian and the others had completely forgotten that I had been quietly taking care of them for the past ten Christmases. Ethan made a face at me, full of disdain. “You can leave now. Having Ms. Ellison here is enough.” I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Since Ms. Ellison is with you, I’ll go.” Without lingering any longer, I left the school and contacted a divorce lawyer. I only returned home after receiving the divorce agreement. When I dug out that long-buried prenuptial agreement from the bottom drawer and saw the ten-year Christmas deadline stipulated in it, a wave of pain washed over me. Once I signed it, I would have nothing to do with this place anymore. Just then, my phone rang. It was Benjamin calling. As soon as I answered, his cold voice came through. “I’ve sent you an address. Be there in half an hour.” I agreed indifferently. Looking at the divorce agreement in my hand, I planned to have him sign it. Half an hour later, I arrived at the VIP room of Estelle Restaurant. As soon as I sat down, Benjamin handed me a contract. “Although Ethan isn’t your biological son, you’ve been good to him these past ten years. If you’re worried about growing distant from him in the future, I can give you some company shares to secure your future. I already know about what happened at the parent-teacher conference. After all, Ms. Ellison looks like Penelope, so Ethan’s closeness to her helps him not miss his mother as much.” I shook my head and pushed the contract back. “No need, Mr. Lewis. I appreciate your kindness. Just sign this.” With that, I handed him the divorce agreement I had already signed. When I first married into the Lewis family, I was just a humble woman, even the maids dared to mock me. Now Benjamin finally thought of compensating me, but what meaning did it have? Looking at the divorce agreement, Benjamin was stunned, anger flickering in his eyes. “Are you still upset with Ethan? He’s just a child. Don’t be so stubborn. I’ve already compromised.” Then, Benjamin tore up the agreement and looked at me with displeasure. I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In his eyes, perhaps I should happily accept this contract and continue playing the role of the dutiful wife and mother. But this time, I didn’t want to compromise anymore. Before I could speak, Benjamin’s phone suddenly rang. Sabrina’s tearful voice came from the other end. “Mr. Lewis…” Hearing her cry, Benjamin immediately panicked, with Ethan’s anxious calls in the background. Benjamin quickly got up and rushed home. As soon as he entered, he saw Sabrina sitting on the sofa, pale-faced, holding a painting and a black and white photograph. It was a portrait of Sabrina, but it was marked with a large “DIE” written in blood-red paint. The photograph was clearly an edited “funeral portrait.” Seeing me come back with him, Sabrina immediately burst into tears and cried directly to me, “Mrs. Lewis, I know you don’t like me, but why would you torment me this way?” I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she meant. Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he rushed forward to help Sabrina up. Sabrina leaned against his chest, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Lewis, when Ethan and I returned, I wanted to invite Mrs. Lewis to dinner, but I never expected to see this when I walked in. I’m just a tutor who happens to resemble your late wife. Why does Mrs. Lewis hate me so much?” Benjamin’s face darkened terribly, a vein throbbing at his temple. Then he turned to me and slapped me across the face. “Caroline, I thought you were just being temperamental, but I never imagined you could be this vicious!” A burning pain spread across my face, my ears ringing. Seeing Sabrina in tears, Ethan charged at me like an enraged little animal. “You bitch! Not only did you kill my mom, but you dare to bully Ms. Ellison!” “No…” Before I could explain, Benjamin coldly ordered, “Come here! Drag her outside. Don’t let her back in until she admits her mistake!” When it came to his beloved late wife and the woman he now loved, Benjamin refused to hear any explanation from me. The bodyguards roughly grabbed me and forcibly pushed me down onto the stone pavement outside the villa. “Watch her closely,” Benjamin said coldly before leaving with Sabrina. As heavy rain poured down, my clothes quickly became soaked, and the biting wind made me shiver uncontrollably. I smiled bitterly, never expecting to endure such humiliation even as I was leaving. When the rain stopped, Ethan came skipping over with a lollipop in his mouth. He smirked proudly, “Did you like my gift? Ms. Ellison told me that once Dad gets angry, he’ll hate you!” I was shocked. Looking at his innocent face, I asked softly, “Ethan, do you really hate me that much?” Ethan threw his lollipop at me, where it stuck in my hair before falling to the ground. “Hmph! Ms. Ellison told me that homewreckers like you deserve to be condemned by everyone! If it weren’t for you, how could my mom have died right after giving birth to me?” He deliberately splashed through puddles in front of me, splattering mud all over me. “Listen! A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my mother. Only Ms. Ellison is worthy!” With that, Ethan ran off without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished. The child I had raised with my own hands now despised me to the core. As darkness fell, Benjamin finally came to check on me. Seeing my miserable state, his eyes showed a hint of sadness, but he still said coldly, “Have you learned your lesson? Consider this a warning. Go back inside. I’ll have the family doctor examine you.” I remained silent, staggering to my feet and returning to the bedroom to retrieve the divorce papers I had prepared. After signing my name, I handed them to him. “Mr. Lewis, my mind is made up. Please sign.” After all, once I left, the Lewis household would soon have a new mistress. Benjamin’s face darkened as he glared at me angrily. “Caroline, you did something so despicable out of jealousy toward Sabrina. I’ve already forgiven you, but you still want to make a scene, is that it?” He snatched the divorce papers and carelessly signed his name. Then he threw the papers at my feet. “Fine. Let’s see how arrogant you really are! Where will you go after leaving the Lewis family? Once you leave, don’t ever come back.” After these harsh words, Benjamin stormed out of the room. I picked up the divorce papers from the floor, unable to hold back my tears. I could finally leave, no longer at anyone’s mercy. I quickly packed my bags and left Benjamin’s house without hesitation. After hailing a taxi, I simply told the driver, “To the airport.”

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