My housekeeper never seems to understand what I say. When I mentioned wanting fish, she immediately bought ten fish. When I said the house was messy, she threw away all our unused items in one go. I was beside myself with anger and planned to fire her, but my boyfriend stepped in saying, “She’s just not very bright, why are you getting so upset with her…” Later when I had a fever and asked her to buy fever medication, she returned with blood pressure pills instead. That’s how she killed me. Only after my death did I discover that the housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. They had been conspiring all along to steal my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I told the housekeeper I wanted fish. 1 “Zoe Stone, here are the fish you insisted on having.” “Ten of them! That should be more than enough for you!” A sharp, impatient voice rang in my ears. I snapped back to reality to see my housekeeper Fiona walking through the door with a basket full of fish. From the moment she entered, Fiona Turner’s eyes carried obvious disapproval. “Zoe, you do nothing all day, don’t go out to earn money, and just make one demand after another. If you ask me, you should focus more on your boyfriend. He’s exhausted from work every day!” “I’m telling you this for your own good, so don’t brush it off. In ancient times, women lived to serve men. Someone like you would have been drowned in a pig cage, an ancient punishment for women!” After scolding me and getting no response, Fiona reluctantly walked into the kitchen. I stared at Fiona’s back as she cooked the fish, finally comprehending what had happened. I had actually been reborn. In my previous life, on this very day, I told my housekeeper Fiona I wanted fish. She bought ten fish at once and prepared a table full of fish dishes. But as it turned out, she had bought stale, dead fish, which gave me diarrhea and acute gastroenteritis after eating. Afterward, she shifted the blame to me, claiming my stomach was too delicate. Once, seeing the house in disarray, I asked her to tidy up. She immediately threw away all the unused items in the house and accused me of making trouble for no reason. I was beside myself with anger and wanted to fire her, but my boyfriend Jones Turner defended her: “She’s just not very smart, why are you making such a big deal about it!” “Stop acting like a princess. It’s so pretentious to put on airs with your elders!” For my boyfriend’s sake, I had to let it go. Later one night, I developed a high fever and asked Fiona to buy me fever medication. Instead, she brought back blood pressure pills, which ultimately led to my death. In my final moment, I saw Fiona and Jones celebrating wildly. “Mom, she’s finally dead! Now all the money and the company belong to us!” As it turned out, my housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. These two had been plotting to take my assets from the beginning. Thankfully, fate was kind to me, and I was reborn to the day Fiona bought the stale fish.

2 The scene of my tragic death in my previous life still vividly floated before my eyes. It took me quite a while to finally suppress the hatred in my heart. Looking at Fiona bustling in the kitchen, I smiled coldly and took out my phone to text Jones, asking him to come home early for dinner. This time, those rotten fish would end up in Jones’s stomach. Just as Fiona placed the last dish on the table, Jones arrived home. Seeing him enter, Fiona froze for a moment and asked, “Jones, why are you home early?” Jones glanced at her and replied flatly, “Hmm, Zoe asked me to come home for fish.” Then, he sat down beside me, took my hand, and gazed at me lovingly, saying, “My darling Zoe is so thoughtful, knowing I love fish and specially calling me home.” I smiled and discreetly withdrew my hand. Usually, Jones rarely ate at home due to business engagements. This time, I deliberately called him back. While Jones was still being affectionate with me, he had no idea that Fiona was already growing restless. As we prepared to eat, Fiona kept trying to find excuses to speak with Jones alone, but I interrupted her each time. I knew perfectly well that this table full of rotten fish was specially prepared by Fiona for me, and she certainly didn’t want her precious son eating such unclean food. But I was determined to make Jones finish all the fish. I deliberately served Jones a large piece of fish and said sweetly, “Baby works so hard to support our family. Since you love fish, have some more!” Jones beamed with a silly smile and stuffed the fish from his plate into his mouth in large bites. Seeing this, Fiona immediately raised her hand to stop him, shouting, “Don’t eat it!” I understood what was happening, but still pretended to be startled and asked, “Aunt Turner, what are you doing?” Jones was also startled, looking at Fiona in confusion. Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but seeing me staring directly at her, she couldn’t utter a word. Finding it amusing, I deliberately said, “Aunt Turner, is this fish inedible? Then why did you buy it?” She obviously became flustered, her fingers nervously picking at her apron as she stammered an excuse, “How… how could that be! These are all carefully selected good fish. I was just worried that Jones was eating too fast and might choke on a bone.” After saying this, she seemed to make a big decision, using her fork to put a piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, “Delicious, this fish is so fresh!” After that, Jones began to eat heartily, mumbling about how good it was, while I kept serving him more. On the surface, I was attentive, saying, “Fish is good for your health, eat more!” In reality, I was relishing every moment of it. Noticing I hadn’t eaten a bite, Fiona tried to persuade me: “Zoe, you specifically asked me to buy fish, why aren’t you eating? Do you think my cooking isn’t good?” She was playing her usual troublemaking game. This time, instead of arguing with her as usual, I put on a hurt expression and said, “Aunt Turner, how can you twist my words in front of Jones? I’m just having a bit of stomach discomfort. If others heard what you said, they might think I’m bullying you! Besides, I asked you to buy fish precisely because Jones loves it!” As I spoke, I covered my stomach with my hand, my eyes reddening as I looked toward Jones. Jones glanced at Fiona, frowning as he said to her, “Aunt Turner, I hired you to take good care of Zoe, not to bully her.” At this, Fiona stood there dumbfounded, her face flushed red with embarrassment, not knowing what to do. I tactfully displayed generosity and spoke up to ease the tension. Finally, watching Jones finish all the rotten fish on the table, I felt completely satisfied. Shortly after going to bed that night, Jones began to have stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had deliberately blocked the bathroom door earlier.

3 Jones paced anxiously around the living room. Unable to hold it any longer, he shouted at my bedroom: “Zoe, Zoe, the bathroom door is broken! I can’t open it! Call property management right away!” I pretended to be asleep, ignoring his calls. Fiona, however, woke up from the noise and joined Jones in his panic as they stared helplessly at each other. A few minutes later, I heard a “thud” followed by Fiona’s shocked exclamation: “Son, did you just soil yourself?!” I hid under my blanket, silently laughing as they embarrassed themselves. Only after Jones was completely exhausted from his ordeal did I finally open my door, pretending to have just woken up with drowsy eyes. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jones lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He reeked of a foul smell, his face as white as a sheet, wincing in pain with his eyes starting to lose focus. Fiona wailed beside him: “Jones, you can’t be like this! Wake up!” I quickly put on an act of concern: “Jones, what happened to you? I’ll call an ambulance right away.” By the time we reached the hospital, Jones had already passed out. Upon examination, the doctor said he had food poisoning that triggered acute gastroenteritis, nearly threatening his life. After being discharged, Jones constantly gave Fiona the cold shoulder, occasionally berating her: “I don’t know what you’re good for. You’re absolutely useless!” Fiona could only apologize submissively. Just when things had barely settled down, Fiona started causing trouble again. She made an excuse about being busy and asked me to deliver nutritious soup to Jones at his company. I agreed readily and left with the soup container. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed several movers heading upstairs. About five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a notification. I checked my home security camera and sure enough, those movers who had passed me were now in my apartment. And Fiona was busily directing them to remove my personal belongings. I smirked coldly, tossed the bag containing the thermos of soup into a garbage bin, and sat in the community park, watching the security feed. In this life, before I’d even done anything, Fiona was already rushing to sell off my possessions. Fortunately, I had installed security cameras in advance. She would pay for this later. Fiona bustled about, emptying my home of all the high-end items I rarely used, finally counting a thick wad of cash with satisfaction. Even after taking advantage of me, she couldn’t resist insulting me: “You little bitch! It’s all your fault that there’s a rift between me and my son. Consider these items as compensation! Once you enter the Turner family, you’ll have to obey me!” Fiona sat on the sofa counting money, grinning from ear to ear, proud as a peacock. She even called Jones. As soon as he answered, she eagerly sought praise: “Son, those rotten fish I made last time were meant for that little bitch. I knew she would call you home. It’s all my fault. I’ll buy you that high-end gaming console you love so much. I swindled quite a bit of money from that little bitch today!” Fiona had put the call on speaker, so I could hear Jones’s voice clearly. At the mention of a gaming console, Jones’s tone immediately softened: “Mom, you’re always the best to me! Once we deal with Zoe, I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s both obedient and can take care of you! The company is about to select a new executive position, so we need to move quickly these days!” Hearing the man I once deeply loved plotting against me, despite being mentally prepared, my heart still ached. Having lost both parents at a young age, I was emotionally vulnerable. It was Jones who stayed by my side with tender care, helping me through that dark period. By our third Christmas as an official couple, we were engaged. Over these Christmases, I had helped him climb the corporate ladder. I thought we truly loved each other, but it turned out that all he ever cared about was the massive inheritance I possessed. We were originally scheduled to officially marry this coming May, but now, I’m truly grateful to have seen through this scumbag’s true colors. I downloaded and saved the security footage, then made a call: “Lawyer Hunter, investigate these two thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!” In this life, neither Fiona nor Jones would escape. 4 Only after completing these tasks did I feel somewhat at ease. Then I recalled Jones mentioning he would make his move soon, so I remained vigilant. When I got home, I casually asked about those unused items, and Fiona put on an act with her explanations. I didn’t expose her lie but played along, pretending to believe her. That evening, Jones returned from his business dinner, completely forgetting how he had despised me earlier that day, and resumed his performance as the devoted boyfriend. Even while planning to kill me, he still wanted to be intimate. When drunk Jones saw my resistance, he immediately scowled and demanded, “Zoe, what’s your problem? Do you have someone else?” Hearing his twisted accusations, I was so angry I wanted to slap him right there. But for the sake of my plan, I had to endure and humor him. Fighting my disgust, I took his arm and said, “What are you thinking? I’m on my period! Besides, you promised not to touch me before marriage.” Jones stared at me suspiciously for a while before saying, “Oh, I’m just afraid someone might steal my precious Zoe, so I want to be with you sooner. How could I live without you!” I secretly mocked him—this hypocrite was simply afraid his “gold mine” would fly away! I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and made an excuse to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I sensed someone entering my bedroom. Shortly after, I woke up freezing. Looking around, I realized the air conditioner had been set to cooling at 59°F despite the autumn chill. It suddenly hit me—I had experienced this in my previous life! The next day I had developed a high fever, and it was during that illness that Fiona had switched my medication, ultimately killing me. Now facing the same scenario, I knew Fiona was behind this. The home’s air conditioning could be controlled via smartphone, which made her bold enough to act without leaving evidence—no one would suspect it was deliberate. Realizing this, I quietly went to the master bedroom and convinced the still-drunk Jones to sleep in the guest room instead. Since they showed no mercy, I wouldn’t feel guilty about what came next! Early the next morning, Fiona approached me with fake concern: “Zoe, did you sleep well last night?” Playing along, I pretended to have a headache and said, “It was a bit cold last night. I think I have a fever.” I secretly observed Fiona’s expression, and sure enough, she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. Glancing at Jones, who was still sleeping, I continued, “Aunt Turner, could you buy me some cold medicine?” Hearing this, Fiona immediately went out to purchase the medicine. When she returned, she enthusiastically handed me an already-opened bottle of pills, saying, “Zoe, take these quickly. Your health comes first! I’ll go make some soup for Jones.” As soon as Fiona entered the kitchen, Jones stumbled out of the bedroom, mumbling, “I heard Aunt Turner bought fever medicine. Give me some—I caught a cold and have a fever too!” I smiled as I handed him the pills, thoughtfully pouring him a glass of water and watching as he swallowed them. By the time Fiona emerged with her nourishing soup an hour and a half later, Jones was sitting at the dining table, gulping down water and complaining, “What kind of medicine did you buy? I feel dizzy and nauseous after taking it.” Hearing this, Fiona’s pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly dropped her jaw as she asked, “You took those pills? Who told you to take them? You shouldn’t have taken that medicine!” As soon as Fiona finished speaking, I looked at her with interest and said, “Isn’t it just fever medicine? Why shouldn’t he take it?” Fiona instinctively snapped back, “What do you know? This isn’t fever medicine at all…” The next second, Jones collapsed straight to the floor—his heart stopped, and white foam spilled from his mouth!

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Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”

“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”

“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”

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My childhood friend Avery Johnson’s uncle, Oscar Hunter, killed himself. Before he died, someone found hundreds of love letters in his drawer—all written to me, none ever sent. So when I got a second chance at life and my mom asked if I wanted to marry Avery, I straight up told her no. I was choosing his uncle Oscar instead. This was my secret—I was living my second life. In my previous life, I married Avery, my childhood sweetheart. But after we tied the knot, he barely came home. Later, when I started bleeding bad during my pregnancy, he ditched me right there because his first love, Stella Locke, called. That snake said, “Avery, power’s out at my place and I’m really scared!” Just like that, my husband left without thinking twice. Eventually, the bleeding killed both my baby and me. After I died, Avery didn’t shed one tear. Just bitched about how my death messed up his vacation plans with his precious Stella… ***** When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my mom asked me that question. “Amanda, are you sure about this? You and Avery grew up together. You really want to marry his uncle Oscar instead?” Every time my mom asked, I would just give her the same answer. “Yes, I’m sure.” “Well, if you want him, that’s what matters! Your dad and I will get the ball rolling!” Actually, my mom was more hyped than me. She ran straight to ask Oscar that same day, and after he said yes, she booked an outdoor venue right away. And as expected, Avery called, sounding quite pissed. “Amanda, you’re doing way too much. First you manipulate our parents into this arranged marriage, now you’re sneaking around booking venues? “Girl, have some self-respect! Are you really this thirsty to get hitched? This desperate act is exactly why I can’t be with you!” I bit my lip, took a breath, and explained, “Avery, I’m not marrying you this time. I chose your…” He just cut me off with a nasty laugh. “Playing hard to get now? Should’ve seen through your BS earlier. Just plan all the weddings you want. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’m marrying. My heart’s hers! You’re just making me sick!” With that, he ended the call, cutting off anything I was about to say. Whatever. He’d figure it out soon enough. Our families had been tight for generations—a real old-school connection that meant everything in our circle. Avery and I literally grew up next door to each other, sharing every moment like those perfect childhood sweethearts you read about. After Christmas that year, our parents set up the marriage—keeping with tradition and all that family arrangement stuff. But in my last life, Avery dropped a bomb, wanting to break off our engagement to marry someone else. I wouldn’t back down, and things got ugly fast. I got my way and married him anyway, but that was just the start of the nightmare. He rarely came home after we tied the knot. And when I finally got pregnant, he straight up moved in with Stella. I could only see his face at some family events. It wasn’t until I was about to pop that his family finally pulled rank and made him come back home. But that first night he was back? We got into a crazy fight that had me bleeding bad. I was scared out of my mind, begging him to get me to a hospital. Then Stella called. And that was all it took—Avery was gone. Me and my unborn baby died right there in that hospital bed. My little one never even got to see daylight. After I died, Avery didn’t even show up to my funeral—just took Stella on vacation like it was nothing. My parents couldn’t handle the pain. They got sick from being so heartbroken and died not long after. Everything my family owned ended up in Avery’s hands, while he and Stella lived their best life with all their kids and grandkids. Last time around, marrying Avery straight up destroyed everything—my family, my life, all of it gone. This time? No way I’m letting that happen again. I gotta protect the people who actually care about me.

After we locked in the venue, my mom kept pushing me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter already copped our wedding rings overseas, got some big-name designer on it. And since he was handling business out there and couldn’t come back yet, he sent me a black card to make up for it. Just a few days ago, I ordered the latest wedding dress from Christmas, a high-end designer brand. This morning, the shop called saying it just came in and invited me to try it on. But the second I walked into the bridal shop, I spotted Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he caught me, his face got all tight. “What are you doing here?” I kept it cool. “Trying on my wedding dress.” Maybe I was looking too unbothered. He seemed shocked for a moment before hitting me with that smirk. “Amanda, what’s good? Like the world ran out of men or something? You’re really that desperate to marry me?” I looked at that face I used to know so well, feeling a bitter smile creep up. This wasn’t the same Avery who would carry me through the rain when my stomach was killing me. Ever since Stella showed up, that protective, caring Avery was gone. Thank God I didn’t have to deal with this jerk in this lifetime anymore. I shot him an ice-cold look, then said all calm, “Avery, I already told you—I’m not marrying you. But you’re right about one thing—there’s plenty of other guys out there, and I’m done chasing after you.” Then, I walked straight to those wedding dresses without even looking back at him. But before I could get far, Avery grabbed my wrist hard, coming at me like crazy. “Amanda! What are you trying to pull this time?” I struggled to break free, but his grip was just too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what’s with all this? I said I won’t marry you and I’m over you now. Isn’t that what you want?” He glared at me with a cold smile. “You picked today to try on dresses and still saying you won’t marry me?” He then looked at the fitting room all lovey-dovey, claiming, “Stella’s my one and only. Give up already! I told my family last night that I’m canceling our engagement. I don’t care if my whole family’s against it, I’m marrying Stella no matter what it takes!” That “what it takes” he was talking about was just dropping everything the Johnsons gave him. He built his own company from scratch, and it was doing okay. But compared to the Johnson family’s empire? That little business was small potatoes. I forced a fake smile and said it smooth, “Well, hope you two are happy together. Don’t stress about it—I’m about to get hitched to someone else anyway, so this engagement thing’s already dead.” I tried to get him to let go, but he just kept staring, holding my wrist. “Amanda, what game are you playing now? Who else could you possibly marry besides me?” My wrist was hurting so bad that I started tearing up. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you doing?” Avery dropped my hand quickly and ran to Stella, trying to grab hers. When she pulled back, he caught on fast and went all soft. “Alright, let me hit the restroom and clean up first. Just wait for me, babe!” Then Avery rushed out, leaving the two of us there. Stella caught my eye and straight up looked at me like she won something. Well. She didn’t even try to hide how she felt. That’s when I noticed—she was wearing the exact wedding dress I’d put a deposit on. The sales associate rushed out after her, panic in her voice. “Ms. Locke, that dress is already reserved! We got more gorgeous new pieces that just landed this morning, why not check those out?” Stella went off on the girl, all attitude. “My fiancé is the heir of the Johnson family, and he’s tight with your boss! He said I can rock whatever I want—money ain’t a thing! Plus, it’s just reserved, not bought. Why can’t I try it on?” Then she smirked at me. “Right, Amanda? Even a marriage can be called off, let alone a little dress reservation.” The sales associate finally spotted me and almost started crying. “Ms. Brown, I’m so sorry! This dress just dropped this morning, and before I could lock it up, Ms. Locke was already trying it on!” I wasn’t trying to make the girl sweat, plus that dress had already touched somebody else’s body, so I was over it. I shot her a chill smile. “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke wants it so bad, she can have it. Didn’t y’all get that super exclusive piece in this morning? Let me check that out instead.” I tapped that black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I might as well do him this one favor. Avery walked out right when I said that. He rolled his eyes hard. “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself? I told you I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you still doing this? And you even know how much that piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, pulled out that black card and passed it to the associate. “No need to try it on. I’ll just take it!” Then, I bounced out, leaving Avery looking shook and Stella mad salty.

That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. It was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. Finally, we agreed to get our marriage papers the morning he came back. Though we were about to be husband and wife, it was kinda funny since we barely knew each other. Not even five minutes after the video call, Avery hit me up all accusatory. “Amanda, where’d you get the money for that crazy expensive dress? You better not be doing something shady behind my back. “You were trying to get at Stella at that shop today, weren’t you? Didn’t I tell you to leave my fiancée alone? You’ve been doing all this wedding stuff just to make me marry you, huh? Let me make this clear—I will never do it!” I was feeling quite good after talking to Oscar, but Avery just messed it up. I was so done with him so I snapped, “Avery, I’m only gonna say this one more time—you are not the one I’m marrying!” He was straight up driving me crazy, but no matter what I said, he wouldn’t get it through his head. That night, Avery posted on Facebook: “Getting my marriage certificate with my first and forever love on the 18th! All friends are welcome to come see us make it official!” Good for them, I guessed. As fate would have it, Oscar and I were planning to get our papers done that same day. The following days, Avery was so busy taking wedding photos with Stella that he finally stopped bugging me. On the 18th, I pulled up to the city hall rocking that million-dollar wedding dress, waiting for Oscar outside. Just thinking about how his jaw was gonna drop when he saw me had me smiling to myself. I waited in the car till I saw Avery and Stella go inside first. No way I was letting anyone mess up my big day. But drama found me anyway. “Amanda? That you?” Some guy who came in after me called out, making Avery’s crew in line look back. “God, Avery’s getting married and you’re showing up looking like this? You really out here being the most loyal simp, pulling up to the city hall in a whole wedding dress!” Avery burst in to check out the commotion. The second he spotted me, his face twisted up and he went off. “Amanda? What the hell are you doing here? Dressed like that? How thirsty can you be? Think this little stunt’s gonna make me put a ring on it? “Save yourself the trouble! I won’t marry you. Stella’s the one!” He pulled Stella tight against him, giving me a smug look. I was dead silent but kinda laughing inside. I got real serious. “I told you, I’m not marrying you! I’m dressed up but not for you! My man is gonna be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His crew started dying laughing, clowning me for doing the most to marry Avery, saying I took being thirsty to another level. “Amanda, we’re tired of you playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Avery’s about to get his papers with Stella! “If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. For real, I wouldn’t mind taking Avery’s crazy fans for once!” Avery sneered, “Come on, you guys are really interested in such a boring, annoying woman? Forget it, whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were begging!” His trash talk pushed me over the edge. I swung to slap him, but he caught my wrist mid-air. I shot daggers at him and growled, “Get it through your thick skull, Avery! I told you, I’m not here to marry you! And I never wanted to marry your sorry ass in the first place!” Instead of getting mad, he let out a nasty laugh. “Yeah, right, Amanda. Who are you trying to fool? You’ve been stalking me since we were in kindergarten. “Been all up on me for years, even tried to force me to wife you. Now you’re acting like you’re over me? Impressive. So, where’s this guy you’re all dressed up for? Funny how he’s keeping you waiting.” I yanked my hand away, my face hot with anger. His words cut deep, and my eyes started to water. Then, a deep voice boomed from behind me. “Back the hell off, Avery!”

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My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”

My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

In the sixth year of my secret crush on Cruz Wells, we were still just friends. When I was hospitalized, he was there for me financially and emotionally, doing more than anyone else. When my cousin got engaged, he accompanied me to the celebration and presented the most lavish gift at the event. Everyone believed we would eventually end up together. Finally, I gathered my courage and confessed my feelings to him. But he gave me a dismissive glance, playing with the lighter in his hand, and chuckled softly: “I see you as a friend, and you want to sleep with me? Aya, don’t joke around.” I remained silent for a long while, and finally just nodded, “Okay.” After that day, we didn’t contact each other for a long time. When I received his call again, it was already two months later. He casually asked, “What have you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you in ages.” I glanced at the elegant yet aloof man sitting across from me and answered truthfully, “I’m on a date.” The moment I said that, I heard the shocking sound of a phone being smashed on the other end of the line.

After returning home from a six-month business trip, I discovered my boyfriend had found himself a dining companion. She bustled about in the kitchen, preparing three dishes and a soup, looking more like the lady of the house than I did, appearing incredibly domestic. As we were about to sit down for dinner, she cradled matching couple’s bowls—hers and my boyfriend’s—in both hands, and with a sheepish expression, stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh dear, I forgot we only have one set of bowls and chopsticks.” “Susan, let me find you something to put your rice in.” In front of Harrison, she served me rice in a disposable plastic bowl. Harrison offered no comment whatsoever. I understood then that I needed to break up with Harrison.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.

When Gambler Dad brought debt collectors home, the neighbors all said my life was over. After Mom jumped to her death, Gambler Dad forced me to drop out of high school to work, and now he wants to sell me to pay off his debts. With a father like him, no one could help me. Gambler Dad held up my mother’s ashes, gloating: “Your resistance is pointless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” No one dared to stand up for me, all afraid of offending the casino’s owner. But what they didn’t know was that I had already met the casino’s owner three days ago. That man licked and kissed the side of my face, asking: “What do you want?” I turned away, saying hatefully: “I want Gambler Dad to suffer a fate worse than death!” – When I returned home from work, I found Gambler Dad sitting in my apartment with a group of men. The way he sat there, chest puffed out, made me sick. I hadn’t seen Gambler Dad for six months. The last time we met, he threw a $150,000 debt note in my face, cursing and demanding I pay it back. Then he grabbed the last valuable items from our home and quickly left. Leaving me alone to face the casino’s debt collectors and a landlord demanding rent. These past six months haven’t been easy. Debt collectors kicked my door daily, hurling insults around the clock. Neighbors complained about me repeatedly, and management notified my landlord to have me move out as soon as possible. I was forced to move from place to place, even sleeping on the streets at one point. To pay off the debt, I worked three jobs daily, enduring occasional harassment from customers. A few days ago, I finally snapped and slapped a creepy guy, which caused quite a scene and got me fired, losing a significant source of income. Fortunately, of the $150,000 debt Gambler Dad left me, only $20,000 remained. Just earlier, a female neighbor called to tell me Gambler Dad had brought people to my home. I thought he had finally found his conscience and wanted to take responsibility for his debts. I even adjusted my expression, planning to greet him with a smile. But when I arrived home, Gambler Dad was cutting into the birthday cake I had prepared in advance. Seeing me enter, he took a bite of cake. “Why are you so late on your birthday? Got a boyfriend? Let me tell you, I won’t approve unless he has a million dollars!” I stood stiffly at the doorway, watching him massacre my cake. I couldn’t help but ask: “What are you doing here?” Gambler Dad stuck a match into the cake, casually lit it with a lighter, and pushed it toward me. The flickering flame cast shadows across his face, making me momentarily disoriented, as if I’d returned to when Mother was still alive. Back then, Gambler Dad had sworn to quit gambling and live a decent life. Gambler Dad was good-looking; in his youth, he used that face to deceive my mother, and later used it to borrow money he never repaid. “Of course I’m here to celebrate my precious daughter’s birthday,” Gambler Dad suddenly said. I snapped back to reality as he continued: “Come, I’ll sing you a birthday song.” Before he finished speaking, the match on the cake had burned out, leaving black ash that fell onto the cake, making it too dirty to eat. “Come here,” he urged. I cautiously asked: “What exactly do you want?” Nothing good could come from this situation. The debt collector who had been silent suddenly cleared his throat. Gambler Dad immediately trembled with fear and hurriedly said: “I owe another $800,000.” I knew this bastard wouldn’t show up unless he wanted something. “I can’t pay it! Get out of my house now!” Gambler Dad’s expression darkened, no longer playing the role of a caring father. “You’re kicking me out?! Piper Barker! I’m your father! I gave you life and raised you. What’s wrong with paying me back a little money?!” Then, as if remembering something, he softened his tone and said: “This time you won’t have to work hard. I’ve found a job for you.” I let out a cold laugh without responding. Gambler Dad continued regardless: “All you have to do is sell your body, and you’ll get the money!” He smiled at me, waiting for me to be moved to tears, waiting for me to kneel down and praise him for saving my life. His expression was exactly the same as when he drove my mother to her death.

My mother was beautiful, like a movie star, with a gentle and kind personality. Unfortunately, she was too naive and was tricked by my gambling-addicted father into marrying him. Less than two years after their wedding, my grandparents died in a car accident. My father took all the inheritance they left for my mother and gambled it away until nothing remained. At that time, he still had some conscience left. He knelt down, apologized to my mother, and promised to change his ways. After that, our family did enjoy a period of happiness—until the eighth year after I was born. His mistress suddenly showed up at our door demanding money from my mother, claiming that my father owed her 100,000 and wouldn’t answer her calls. The confrontation was intense, and the mistress eventually ended up at the police station. But the outcome was that my mother used the money she had saved for my college education to pay off my father’s debt. As for my father himself, he had gone into hiding before the incident and only reappeared after everything was settled. He used his old tricks again—apologizing, crying, and making promises. He even used me to manipulate my mother. Their belief was that a child needed a complete family to grow up happy. My mother, concerned for my well-being, had no choice but to continue living with him. But my father kept gambling and accumulating debts. He was like a leech, clinging to my mother and draining her dry. When I was sixteen, debt collectors broke into our home, smashing and looting everything, turning our house into ruins. They beat my father half to death and threatened to cut off his hands and remove his kidneys if he couldn’t repay the money. My father panicked and pointed at my mother, shouting, “Don’t cut off my hands! This bitch is pretty—take her and make her work as a prostitute! Take her!!” The debt collectors looked my mother up and down, smiling with satisfaction. They released my father and grabbed my mother, dragging her toward the door. She broke free from their grip and suddenly started laughing—a strange and terrifying laugh. Mom gently brushed against my cheek and said, “Piper, I’m sorry. But I’m so tired, I need to rest now.” Amid countless malicious stares and sneers, she looked at me with sorrow and guilt. Then, with strength from who knows where, she broke free from their restraint, rushed toward the half-open window, and jumped. That’s how my mother died—right before my eyes. I stood there in shock, feeling as if the world had gone silent. I watched as the debt collectors grabbed my gambling father, raised their knives, cut off his hand, and removed his kidney. I watched those brutal men swagger out of my home, leaving behind a bleeding, screaming father, my mother’s body, and me—my mind completely blank. Now, he was pressuring me to sell my body to pay off his debts, just as he had forced my mother years ago. I was trembling with anger, unable to speak for a long time. “Piper, only you can save me. They said they’ll kill me if I don’t pay up this time. Please help me!” My father wiped the cream from his hands and pulled a box from his pocket. My heart started racing immediately. Those were my mother’s ashes. On the day of her funeral, my father had stolen half of her remains. This had been his means of controlling me all these years. “Just go sell yourself, and I’ll return your mother’s ashes to you.” I stared directly at him. My father’s face was distorted with greed, looking not like a father but like a terrifying demon. In that moment, I felt how unfair it was for my mother, and I was devastated to have such a father. But I didn’t cry. I simply reached out and took my mother’s ashes, holding them the way she used to hold me when I was little. My father’s expression was both surprised and delighted. He pulled out a set of lingerie from somewhere and handed it to me, saying, “Put this on quickly! A big shot at the casino has his eye on you. You can make 500,000 in one night!” I let out a cold laugh, thinking to myself, “A big shot? How big could he be compared to Elias Cole?”

I looked at Gambler Dad’s excited face and said, “I know important people at the casino too.” “For my mother’s sake, I might let you die in one piece if you stop now.” If Gambler Dad knew I was acquainted with Elias, and that Elias had promised to grant me three requests, he would definitely start scheming how to get money from Elias. Gambler Dad rolled his eyes, with a look of utter contempt. “You know important people? Get real. Put your clothes on now!” I slapped the clothes away. “I won’t wear them! Didn’t you say you know important people? I wonder how your contact compares to Elias?” Hearing this, Gambler Dad wanted to slap me but feared damaging my face would lower my price. “How dare you mention Mr. Cole?” Suddenly, he realized something and said, “If you really have connections with Mr. Cole, I could do whatever I want at the casino! Damn, I sold you too early! But that’s fine, I’ll clean you up later and ask Mr. Cole if he wants you.” I was thoroughly disgusted. “Eden White, you make me sick!” Despite my insult, Gambler Dad neither lost his temper nor paid attention to me, but kept the clothes in his hand. “You don’t have to wear them now. You can put them on when we get there.” He rubbed his hands together and looked fawningly at the debt collector. “Let’s go to the casino now.” Gambler Dad had the debt collector forcibly drag me away. Neighbors who witnessed this tried to intervene. He glared at them and said, “My daughter is being sent to an important person at the casino! Are you opposing the casino? The people behind the casino are the renowned Cole family!” At the mention of the Cole family, and seeing the debt collectors surrounding me, the neighbors backed off, not daring to say more. Gambler Dad laughed, snatched my mother’s ashes, and said smugly, “Your resistance is useless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” “Give me back my mother’s ashes!” I lunged forward to grab them but was blocked by the debt collector. Gambler Dad patted the urn. “I tried to persuade you for so long, and you wouldn’t listen. Who knew a dead person would be so useful.” “Give them back!” I struggled desperately, but the debt collector held me too tightly—I couldn’t even free my arms. Gambler Dad balled up the lingerie and stuffed it into my mouth. “Save your breath for later. Hey, be gentle with her—don’t leave any marks on my daughter.” When we reached the casino, Gambler Dad was still trying to convince me: “Piper, you need to understand me. Don’t you want a big house and to live comfortably like other girls? If you sell yourself, I can access higher-stakes gambling tables.” Every word from Gambler Dad was urging me to sacrifice myself. Bleeding my mother and grandparents dry wasn’t enough—he wanted to continue sucking my blood too. At the casino, the manager grabbed my chin, his greasy fingers freely touching my face. “Your daughter looks good. Take her directly to my place.” Gambler Dad greedily said, “I can give her away, but I promised Mr. Cook I’d take her there.” “Mr. Cook offered me $500,000. Would you like to pay more? If you offer a higher price, I’ll deliver her to your bed right now!” Gambler Dad’s expression was manic and greedy as he repeatedly glanced at the gambling tables nearby, his body trembling uncontrollably. I knew Gambler Dad’s gambling addiction was flaring up again. He couldn’t even wait long enough to deliver me to the big shot he mentioned. Gambler Dad’s legs gave way as he fell to his knees beside the manager, clutching his pant leg obsequiously. “Money! Just give me money! My daughter is yours!” The manager, fully aware of what kind of person Gambler Dad was, placed his foot on Gambler Dad’s head. “You want money? Fine. Lick my shoes first.” As soon as the manager removed his foot from Gambler Dad’s head, Gambler Dad eagerly began licking his shoes. “Thank you! Thank you!” The scene made me sick to my stomach. I turned my head away, only to have the manager force it back to examine me closely. “What a beauty.” The manager kicked Gambler Dad, “Want to play at a bigger table?” Gambler Dad rolled on the ground twice, then crawled back like a dog, snickering. “Yes! I do!” The manager looked at me lecherously and said, “Then strip your daughter and let me see her.” Both Gambler Dad and I froze. The commotion had already drawn attention, but the manager’s words instantly attracted half the casino’s focus. “Damn, that girl is gorgeous. Too bad she’s fallen into Ollie’s hands. His violent reputation with women is legendary. He always puts them in the hospital.” “She looks so innocent. Hope Ollie finishes quickly so we can have our turn.” Their comments grew increasingly vulgar and disgusting. The gamblers around us turned to look, their faces wearing sleazy smiles as they pointed at me. Fighting the revulsion I felt, I broke free from the manager’s grip and raised my voice, “No way!” I couldn’t let them strip me! Elias was so possessive—if he found out others had seen my body, forget about the three requests, he might kill me on the spot. But Gambler Dad didn’t see it that way. He was determined to use me to fund his gambling. Gambler Dad asked, “Then the money for my daughter…” Ollie snorted, “I’m not as stingy as Leon who only offered $500,000. I’ll pay off your $800,000 debt.” Gambler Dad’s eyes widened with excitement, bulging outward, making him look even more demonic. “I’ll strip my daughter right now!” Gambler Dad yanked the lingerie from my mouth and presented it to Ollie. “I bought this lingerie specially. Perfect to put on her.” Ollie smiled with satisfaction. I was terrified. I didn’t want to be stripped naked in public. I still needed to use Elias’s influence to take revenge on Gambler Dad! “Don’t touch me! Get away! Get away!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, struggling desperately. But the debt collectors on either side held me firmly. My heart filled with regret. If I hadn’t gone home to see Gambler Dad after work today, but instead gone straight to Elias, everything would have been different. Gambler Dad grinned maliciously as he tore open my blouse, buttons flying, exposing the pale skin beneath. Just as Gambler Dad was about to pull off my underwear, the entire casino fell silent. Someone said, “Mr. Cole is here.” I looked toward the speaker with tears in my eyes. A wave of despair washed over me. Now I was truly doomed.

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There was a gas explosion incident, and both my wife Scarlett Moore and I unfortunately died. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn, returning to the time before our marriage. In our previous life, Scarlett and I were childhood sweethearts who got along perfectly without any suspicion. After marriage, our relationship was extremely intimate, making others quite envious. But in this life, she didn’t choose me. Instead, she accepted the pursuit of Kevin Lane, the son of the wealthiest man in town. I quietly deleted all information about her, as if we had never met. Five years later, they held an extravagant engagement party, inviting all our old classmates. When she saw me appear wearing the same custom-tailored suit as Kevin, with a diamond ring in my hand, Scarlett’s lips twitched with anger. “Jaxon Lockhart, it’s been several years already. Why won’t you let me go?” … I arrived at the banquet hall following the address on the invitation. There stood Scarlett in a diamond-encrusted wedding dress, arm in arm with Kevin in the crowd, her smile radiant. Our old classmates looked on with envy, saying: “Scarlett, this wedding dress must have cost a fortune. Just one of these diamonds is worth several years of my hard work!” “Kevin is the son of the richest man in town. This kind of money means nothing to him!” “But Scarlett, you’ve been so secretive! You only made your relationship with the billionaire’s son public after getting engaged!” “I never would have dreamed that the future wife of the richest man would be my classmate! Just that alone is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime!” Scarlett lowered her head shyly, her eyes downcast. “I love Kevin for who he is, not for his money. We actually planned to keep the wedding ceremony low-key.” Kevin possessively pulled her closer by the waist, his eyes full of tenderness. “How could I ever shortchange you?” The crowd let out an envious “Aww.” Suddenly, someone raised a question: “Why isn’t Jaxon here today?” “Scarlett, you two were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. You were so close you seemed like one person. Everyone thought you would get married. How did you suddenly lose contact?” At the mention of my name, Scarlett’s lips twitched slightly, a flash of disgust quickly passing through her eyes. But with Kevin present, she maintained her gentle demeanor and explained graciously: “Those were things that happened when I was little. I was young and didn’t know any better. It doesn’t count.” Someone nearby gave a warning glance. “Drop it. Scarlett is already engaged to Kevin. Why bring up those things?” Kevin smiled calmly. “It’s fine. Everyone has their past, but the past is the past. We’re here today to enjoy ourselves. Feel free to say whatever you want.” The crowd launched into another round of flattery, praising them as a perfect match—attractive and wealthy—truly made for each other. In my previous life, Scarlett and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. We naturally fell in love and got married. After marriage, our relationship was extremely close without any barriers, making others envious. Back then, people praised us in the same way they’re praising them now. Looking back, it feels absurdly like a cruel joke played by fate. After getting off the plane and sitting in a car for several hours to get here, my back was feeling sore. I looked for a nearby seat to sit down, only to be accidentally bumped by a waiter carrying drinks. A classmate with sharp eyes noticed me. “Speak of the devil, and he appears.” “But Jaxon, that suit of yours… hmm, how is it the same brand as Kevin’s?”

“This brand is crafted by a famous master from Country A. Money alone isn’t enough—only people in high society like Kevin can get their hands on it. That little company of yours doesn’t even qualify. Don’t tell me you’ve been kept by some rich older woman?” “We all graduated from China’s top-tier universities (known as 985 universities). We could have chosen any career, yet you picked this one. You’re such an embarrassment to us!” I was a bit shocked, but maintained a polite smile on my face. “I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Scarlett seemed displeased, but still greeted me politely: “Long time no see.” She couldn’t help but look me up and down, her gaze finally settling on the diamond ring in my hand. Suddenly, her expression changed dramatically. Everyone noticed something was off and followed her gaze to the ring, their faces showing even more contempt. “Jaxon, she’s getting engaged and you bring a ring? Are you trying to steal her away?” one of them sneered. I was speechless but still maintained my politeness and dignity. “You’ve misunderstood.” One quick-moving classmate snatched the ring from me. “Oh look, there’s the letter R engraved on it. Isn’t that Scarlett’s initial?” they exclaimed. “If this isn’t trying to steal the bride, what is? Jaxon, know your place. A host at a hostess club like you daring to compete with the wealthiest man in town for his bride!” another classmate hissed. Scarlett glared at me, her tone impatient: “Jaxon, I thought I made myself clear back then—we’re not the same kind of people. It’s been years. Why won’t you let me go?” Kevin’s eyes burned with hidden fire, but he still approached with a smile and took the ring. “Don’t be so harsh. Jaxon clearly knows his place. This ring is merely a gift. Even if the money used to buy it came from… questionable sources, it’s still a gesture from an old classmate.” Kevin lightly patted my shoulder. “But since we’re former classmates, let me give you some advice. Being a companion for hire, while it is a profession, you shouldn’t risk your health just to satisfy your personal desires. What if you catch some disease…” He frowned slightly, made a “tsk” sound, and quickly withdrew his hand. “I’ll have my personal doctor examine you later. Don’t worry, it won’t cost you anything.” Upon hearing this, everyone stepped back as if avoiding a plague, looking at me with disgust, as if I really had some contagious disease. I didn’t take it to heart and responded politely: “No need, thank you.” Then I walked forward, took the ring, sat down, and carefully wiped off the fingerprints. After everyone dispersed, Scarlett suddenly approached from behind, took the ring from me and put it on her finger, then sat down beside me. “Jaxon, I know you can’t forget me in this lifetime or the next. But as you can see, I’m about to get married and I’m very happy now. Please stop waiting for me, okay? I accept your gesture. You once said you wanted to see me wearing a ring. Now, your wish from your past life has been fulfilled. Let’s go, shall we? I don’t want to upset Kevin.” I looked at her puzzled and said, “Who said I came here for you?” Before Scarlett could finish speaking, she suddenly slammed the table, then frowned and rubbed her temples. “Stop pretending,” she snapped. “Don’t I know what you’re like? Do I have to completely cut ties with you before you’ll give up? You’ve already devastated me once. Are you planning to do it again?” Devastated? My heart, which had been calm and undisturbed, was stirred by these two words, creating ripples of emotion.

In my previous life, we grew up together from childhood, loving and depending on each other. As soon as we graduated from college, we naturally got married. The Lockhart and Moore families had upper-middle-class wealth and were business partners. Our family relationships were harmonious, our careers were constantly developing upward, and we were envied by everyone. But the good times didn’t last. The Moore family was reported for tax evasion, after which Moore Group went bankrupt, and Moore’s parents were both arrested. My family was also affected, and our lives changed dramatically overnight. Yet we didn’t complain. Worried that Scarlett couldn’t bear the blow, I became even more attentive and caring toward her, comforting her that as long as we were alive, there was still hope. Scarlett had strong pride. To prevent her from losing face in front of others, I slept only four hours a day while working three jobs to support her and buy her luxury items. My parents also put aside their dignity to work, aiming to repay her parents’ debts so their family could reunite sooner. Our old classmates were moved by our love and, out of kindness, comforted us and cheered us on. But she couldn’t accept falling from her former status as the campus beauty to her current situation, and she took others’ kindness as mockery. “Aren’t you just laughing at me because you see how miserable my situation is now?” The TV screen was showing a close-up of Kevin at an event, with the host introducing him as the youngest and most accomplished son of a billionaire. A strange light flashed in Scarlett’s eyes. “If I had chosen Kevin back then, even if my family had encountered misfortune, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.” Once this thought emerged, there was no turning back. Scarlett’s dissatisfaction with me grew stronger, and she treated me with venomous words. I was extremely exhausted every day, mentally stretched to the limit, feeling on the verge of collapse. At night, I couldn’t sleep because of the things she said, wasting away to skin and bones. But at that time, I was still questioning myself, wondering if I wasn’t doing well enough in some aspects. To win her back, I worked even harder. Sometimes I wouldn’t close my eyes for days. Finally, on our anniversary, I scraped together enough money to buy the diamond ring she had long desired. “Scarlett, put it on. I want nothing more than to see you smiling while wearing it.” “Trust me, I’ll definitely give you the life you want. No one loves you more than I do.” Scarlett exploded with rage and threw the ring violently into the drain. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself. Are you trying to make me feel guilty? Or are you trying to gain sympathy by bringing up our past again?” “If it weren’t for our lifelong friendship, I wouldn’t have impulsively accepted your proposal back then! I gave up better options!” Only then did I understand that nostalgia is the most harmful thing in the world. After venting all her anger, she accidentally knocked open the gas valve while pushing me in her fury. Still not satisfied after beating me, she grabbed my clothes and forced me toward the window to jump. Just as she opened the window, there was a sudden “boom,” and we were both blown away by the explosion. My parents suffered fatal myocardial infarctions due to excessive grief. Originally, our family wouldn’t have ended up like this. Who really ruined whose life? I concealed the emotions in my eyes and calmly took back the ring. “I’m sorry, you misunderstood.” I cherish my current life deeply and don’t want to be troubled by past events anymore. Scarlett stood up, pressing her lips together, staring at me with resentful eyes, refusing to leave. Kevin silently watched all this, his knuckles turning white with suppressed rage. Due to his status, he forced himself to remain calm, forcing a smile as he walked over with a wine glass, putting his arm around Scarlett’s waist as if claiming ownership. “Scarlett, everyone who comes here is a guest. We can’t drive someone away just because they’re of lower status.” Smiling, he poured red wine over my head. “Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it steady.” “Jaxon, you won’t misunderstand, will you?” Kevin pretended to be enthusiastic, trying to take off my coat. “Let me take it for dry cleaning.” I was a bit annoyed and shook off his hand, saying, “No need.” I immediately wiped the wine from my head with a napkin. Today was crucial for me. Fortunately, there wasn’t much wine in the glass. My hair was only slightly damp, which didn’t affect my styling. The black suit had a few scattered wine stains, but nothing serious. Several classmates quickly ran over and forcefully yanked off my coat. Someone even punched me in the back. “Jaxon, Kevin doesn’t even mind helping you clean your clothes, why are you being so difficult!” “Exactly! We all saw it—you bumped into Kevin’s hand and spilled the wine. Are you trying to extort money from him?” As they tugged at my clothes back and forth, I heard the sound of fabric tearing. The suit wasn’t expensive, but it held great significance. And I had no time to change into a new outfit. With a serious expression and cold gaze, I said, “Give it back.” Not only did they ignore me, but they became even more animated in their conversation. I had no choice but to reach out and grab it. Scarlett mocked from the side, “Jaxon, you really haven’t changed. What’s your next move? If you can’t get it back, will you fall to the ground playing the victim to gain sympathy? I know you’re good at putting on these pathetic acts. It’s truly disgusting.” Kevin’s driver rushed to the door and announced loudly, “Mr. Lane, Mrs. Rosamund Lane has arrived.” Everyone’s faces lit up with anticipation. Rumor had it that Mrs. Lane of the Lane family had ventured out during the peak of the financial boom years ago. Over the years, she had single-handedly controlled situations and achieved remarkable success. The Lane family’s growth to its current scale was largely due to Mrs. Lane’s efforts. Kevin said proudly, “Of course. My Aunt Rosamund is our family’s greatest contributor—even my father deeply respects her. She loves me the most and flew back from abroad specifically after hearing about my engagement. She also brought Uncle Jaxon, whom she secretly married overseas. Uncle Jaxon is said to be a decisive and tough young entrepreneur. They’ve returned to merge our two companies domestically.” Everyone exclaimed in surprise, “Does this mean the Lane family will become the wealthiest in the country? Kevin, Scarlett, since you’ve built such large enterprises, you’ll surely need more people. We’re old classmates—don’t be formal with us. We’re all waiting for you to bring us along!” Scarlett was clearly enjoying the attention, unable to control her widening smile. Heavy footsteps of many people could be heard from outside, indicating Mrs. Lane’s arrival. While everyone crowded at the door to watch, I quickly picked up my suit from the floor, put it on, briefly adjusted my appearance, then took the ring and walked toward the door with a smile. But someone grabbed my hair. “Jaxon, you’re not thinking of trying to get into the Lane Group through networking, are you? What could you possibly do? Provide services to executives?” Kevin punched my shoulder in disgust, “Don’t be delusional. What do you think our Lane family is? Some kind of club where you work?” I lost my balance, tripped over something, and fell to the ground. The ring dropped and Scarlett ground it viciously with her high heel. “Jaxon, are you up to something again, deliberately trying to get close to me? How disgusting!” They snapped their fingers at the security guards and said, “Drag this person out.” I was completely enraged, my eyes reddening as I growled, “Who dares touch me?!” Kevin punched my right cheek and said, “So what if I touch you?” Scarlett kicked the ring away and then pressed her heel hard on my knee, “Jaxon, you have nothing left to disgust me with. Get out now!” “Welcome back to the country, Mrs. Lane!” The black-suited bodyguards at the entrance formed two rows, bowing their heads in unison to the tall woman with stern eyebrows standing in the middle. Rosamund’s expression was cold as she nodded slightly and walked directly into the hall. Kevin’s face immediately brightened as he and Scarlett quickly approached her. “Aunt Rosamund, you’ve finally decided to come back!” Scarlett said flatteringly, “Aunt Rosamund, you must be tired from your journey. Let me massage your shoulders.” Rosamund had a powerful presence; everyone only dared to peek at her from the sidelines. Even Kevin addressed her respectfully when speaking to her. Rosamund didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed firmly on me. Her eyes instantly became as cold as ice, her face covered with frost. No one noticed the deep concern in her eyes; they all mistakenly thought she was annoyed because Kevin’s engagement party had been disrupted. Kevin immediately signaled to the security guards, saying, “Get him out of here quickly! A male escort dares to come here to solicit business and won’t leave when asked.” Scarlett added, “Hurry up! Don’t let Aunt Rosamund see such filth.” Rosamund’s lips trembled slightly as she said sternly, “Who dares?” Then, with decisive movements, she slapped both of them across the face. “How absurd! You dare slander your Uncle Jaxon by calling him a male escort?!”

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