I unexpectedly ran into my ex-girlfriend, and old feelings flared up again. She had divorced her husband for me, but she had hidden a shocking secret. Her child was mine. But soon, I realized things were not so simple. As I left the office, I was chatting with a boss named Rodger Navarro about some machine issues today. I owned these factories and had come to check on the equipment. Suddenly, we turned a corner and encountered a woman. From a distance, I thought she looked familiar. She was being scolded by a manager, nodding submissively. She looked pitiful and timid. “I’m sorry, manager, I’ll clean up right away.” “You’re too slow; even a monkey could do better than you.” I recognized her as my ex-girlfriend, Sally Garcia. The manager’s tirade had left her dazed, and she turned just in time to bump into my arms. More accurately, I had caught her. Sally looked up slightly, her eyes glistening with tears as if she had suffered a great injustice. She was a country girl with a stunning figure. Her beauty was delicate and striking. Even in her cleaning uniform, her perfect shape was accentuated. “I’m so sorry…” Sally instinctively bowed her head in apology, as polite and humble as she had been with the manager. The thought that she might have forgotten me unsettled me; after all, we shared so many beautiful memories. The manager nearby started to get riled up again. Seeing his angry demeanor annoyed me. “She did nothing wrong; don’t take it out on her,” I warned softly. “Keep this up, and you won’t be working here anymore.” He jumped at my words, hurriedly backing off, afraid to say more. I hadn’t forgotten his earlier attitude towards Sally and silently noted his badge number, planning to transfer him later. Turning to Sally, I asked quietly, “You’re not scared, are you?” Sally shook her head, looking at me timidly. “You don’t remember me? I’m Barnard Moore,” I couldn’t help but introduce myself. Finally, recognition dawned on Sally. “Barnard, is it really you?” Seeing Rodger’s curious expression beside us, I refrained from saying more and simply took her hand to leave. Sally and I had met in the countryside. When I first knew her, I was just an appliance repairman. I often saw her washing clothes by the river. Among the village women, she was the most beautiful and often faced teasing and harassment. Once, after finishing a repair, I spotted her being blocked by someone and rushed over. From a distance, I recognized the man as Denny Boyd from the neighboring village. He was leering at her, looking like he intended to make a move. I yelled out, “Mr. Benton!” Coyle Benton was a respected elder in the village; even the local toughs held him in awe. Upon hearing someone approach, Denny spat and scowled, leaving in a huff. When I reached Sally, I found her on the ground, looking utterly helpless. Her clothes had loosened, revealing her full chest, contrasting sharply with her slender waist, causing my heart to race. I bent down and caught a whiff of her faint, sweet fragrance. Sally lunged into my arms. Holding her, I felt an instant reaction. From that day on, I often stayed close to protect her. She would smile at me, trusting me completely. I shattered the stereotypes others had of her, realizing she was not only enchanting but also a gentle and innocent girl. We quickly fell in love. Later, due to family reasons, I left my hometown and the woman I loved. I eventually heard she had gotten married, and I started my own family. Now, she should be in her thirties, yet she looked just like a girl. Her figure was even more alluring than in her youth, radiating the charm of a mature woman. I pulled her into my office, lowering the blinds to shield us from prying eyes. Sally looked down, a flush creeping onto her cheeks, though I couldn’t tell if it was from shyness or something else. “How have you been all these years?” Having dated her, I naturally cared about her well-being. I had always felt guilty for leaving her. “Barnard, are you really concerned about me?” Sally looked up, her eyes misty with tears. I thought, could it be that she hadn’t been happy all this time? A flicker of hope crossed my mind.

I reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye. “Of course I care about you.” A sudden knock at the door interrupted our conversation. Sally jumped back, pushing me away. I let go of her hand, her soft, smooth skin sparking romantic thoughts that reminded me of how she once made me feel. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my heart ablaze. In my youth, I was quite the charmer, adept at winning over girls. During that time, Sally and I had shared a whirlwind of wild and sweet moments. When we sneaked off to the fields, she hesitated at first but eventually went along with my plans. Her hand would rest gently on my neck, and though she looked slightly upset, she still let me take the lead. I could vividly recall her enchanting figure in the cornfield and her tender, youthful body. It was my first sexual experience, and just thinking about it kept me awake. Eventually, I fell asleep but dreamt of her. In my dream, Sally leaped into my arms, full of affection. We laughed and played, and I was lost in her warmth. Then, I dreamt of her being chased by a crowd. Cornered and desperate, she came to my door, begging for help. In the dream, her eyes were frantic, like a trapped rabbit. I shut the door and turned to pin her beneath me. She was too nervous to speak but didn’t resist. Her soft arms draped over my shoulders, and she whispered, “Barnard.” Even after waking, the dream lingered in my mind. It had been a long time since I felt this way. I got up and made a call to transfer Sally to a position closer to my office. I arranged for her to have a lighter workload so she could be nearer to me. The next day, I watched my plans unfold with satisfaction, yet Sally still appeared timid in front of me. Whenever I glanced up, I caught sight of her graceful figure. It seemed she sensed my feelings, keeping her head down in shyness. Her ears flushed red as she busily wiped the desk. I chuckled softly, thinking, “She’s still so easily flustered, just like a girl.” As she passed by, I tugged at her hand, and she gasped, falling into my embrace. Her body was still that delicate and soft, stirring my heart. Sally was always neat. Her clothes were immaculately clean, carrying a light scent of lavender. Even her neck turned pink, resembling rose petals. She tried to push me away but couldn’t budge. Her slender, pale neck swayed before me. “Barnard, don’t do this. It’s not right.” “What’s not right?” I spoke brazenly, though I kept my actions in check. I couldn’t help but reminisce about my youthful audacity. In her younger days, Sally never rejected me, and I wouldn’t let her say the things I didn’t want to hear. I loved to make her blush, her clothes half undone, leaving her speechless. Now, her curvaceous body swayed in front of me, igniting my desire. Her rounded hips brushed against my thigh, but I still hesitated to make a move. Gently, I caressed her thigh and asked, “How about dinner with me tonight?” “I need to go home and cook for Alick tonight.” I didn’t ask who Alick was; after all, I already knew her story. After her marriage, she had a child named Alexander Guzman, who was very well-behaved. “Have you forgotten our past?” I placed her hand against my face. “I haven’t forgotten you, Sally. It’s rare for us to…” “The past is the past,” Sally’s voice dropped, seemingly recalling unpleasant memories.

“Alright, alright, I was just joking. But I’d like to ask if you could have dinner with me.” I quickly released her, not daring to provoke her any further. After all, I was the one who had wronged her first by leaving her behind in the countryside. She agreed to my request. During dinner, she remained quiet, her demeanor restrained and polite, as if afraid I might make another move. I was interested in her, but I didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. I had a plan in mind, so I took her to a high-end restaurant. As expected, Sally sat there looking helpless, fiddling with her napkin, unsure of what to do. I wrapped my arm around her and took her hand, guiding her on how to handle the napkin. As I explained, I leaned my head gently against hers, savoring her warmth. At that moment, she seemed to forget the distance between us, her eyes filled with admiration as they had been in our youth. Even my ex-wife had never given me such a feeling. Sally appeared to recall her past feelings for me. We locked eyes, slowly drowning in affection. The space between us faded away. I caressed her soft shoulder, my other hand moving to hold her securely. I leaned down to kiss her, giving her no chance to escape. Good times always seemed fleeting. Before we could finish the meal, she received a phone call and rushed to leave. “Can you come out with me tomorrow since it’s the weekend?” I pulled her hand insistently, ignoring the angry shouts on the other end of the line. I already knew she had a child and a husband, yet jealousy gnawed at me. She looked down, caught in a rare conflict. Seeing her like this, I understood that she still held feelings for me. Watching her leave made me feel disappointed. Before she left, I gifted her several items. She hesitated to return them, but I noticed the surprise and shyness in her eyes when she received the gifts. I thought to myself, “Take it slow. As a hunter, you must have patience.” To my surprise, the next day at the office, I didn’t see her. The manager told me she had taken a leave of absence. I felt confused. As soon as I turned away, I overheard them gossiping. “Sally has it tough. Her husband is incompetent and has a bad temper. What a shame.” Those words unsettled me, and I thought, “Is she in trouble?” I tracked down Sally’s address from the manager and drove over. After a long journey, I arrived at an old, secluded house. People passed by quickly, making me feel inexplicably anxious. Today, I had dressed down. I didn’t drive my car in, calmly walking into the building. Eventually, I found her home. Sally stood at the door, dressed simply yet exuding a certain elegance. She was adjusting a boy’s clothes and smiling as he left. When she turned to see me, she froze. “Barnard, what are you doing here?” Once she said that she seemed a bit flustered, quickly lowering her gaze. Her hands trembled, fidgeting nervously in front of her. I didn’t care if anyone saw; I quickly walked over, my gaze intense as I looked at her. “Why didn’t you go to work? Is it because you didn’t want to see me?” No matter how many women a man has, there’s always something different about his first love. Besides, I was now older, and suddenly, there she was before me. She was still as beautiful as ever, her movements still reminiscent of a young girl. Now, she carried a mature allure. I admitted to myself that I couldn’t let her go. I never wanted her to be far from me again. My feelings for her were strong. Even if I was a bit upset, seeing her in this shy state made me soften my voice, afraid of scaring her. “Barnard, I… I didn’t…” Sally stepped back slightly, her fingers anxiously tugging at her apron. Suddenly, someone appeared behind her. “Sally, who’s this?” The man was scruffy, yawning as he looked at me with a hint of malice. Sally tensed even more. I spoke up. “I’m Sally’s boss from the factory. I wanted to ask why she wasn’t at work.” I wasn’t particularly polite. I knew that for someone like him, status carried weight. Sure enough, he instantly shifted to a more courteous demeanor, speaking in a flattering tone. “You’re the owner of that factory nearby? Nice to meet you. The big boss has a different presence, doesn’t he?”

He chattered incessantly. I merely responded with half-hearted replies, barely looking at him. After all, if it weren’t for Sally, he wouldn’t even be worthy of speaking to me. I glanced at Sally, who was pouring water nearby. She was dressed simply today, but that only accentuated her curves, radiating the allure of a mature woman. Her skin was delicate, and her figure was stunning, swaying with her every movement. It seemed that her dress was slightly snug in the front. I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thought quickened my heartbeat, and images of Sally beneath me from last night’s dream flooded my mind. Sally’s soft waist sank onto the couch as she sat next to me. Her anxious eyes darted around as if afraid someone would discover what we had done. We had indeed crossed a line. I reached under the table and grasped her hand. Sally froze, looking at me with a pleading expression. I placed her hand on my knee. Her hands felt rough, marked by calluses, no longer as soft as they had been in our youth. A pang of tenderness and guilt washed over me. When it was time for dinner, her husband, Jackson Guzman, warmly invited me to stay, so I did. As we ate, Jackson brought out some wine. I was a seasoned drinker, and before long, I had him drunk, his head resting on the table as he mumbled incoherently. “I missed you after just one day. Didn’t you miss me?” I confidently pulled Sally onto my lap. Her long dress revealed her pale, shapely legs and her ample bosom stretched the fabric to its limits. It was an irresistible sight. Embracing her with her husband just a few feet away sent a thrill through me. I couldn’t help but get closer, feeling her softness and the faint scent of her skin. Sally finally pushed me away. She was breathless, tears glistening in her eyes as she glanced nervously at Jackson, who lay passed out. “Please don’t do this.” Seeing her like that stirred something within me. I took a few swigs from the wine bottle, losing the restraint I had earlier. Sally gently grasped my hand, her voice laced with concern. “You shouldn’t drink so much; it’s not good for you.” “Do you still care about me? Why are you lying to me?” She shyly lowered her head, falling silent. She leaned against me, her tender breasts brushed against my body. I could no longer hold back. I swept her into the bedroom and pressed her against the door. Having had a bit to drink, my face felt flushed, yet I asked her, “Will you be with me?” Her hands explored my face, tenderly caressing my forehead and lips. Then, she leaned up to kiss me. On the bed, she was as captivating as ever. Her expression held a mix of shyness and allure, reminding me of the beauty of first love. Now, she possessed a mature charm that left me craving more. Outside, Jackson lay in a drunken stupor, while inside, we burned with passion. We lost ourselves in each other multiple times. If I weren’t afraid of being caught, I would have held her even longer. As I prepared to leave, I felt reluctant. The flush on Sally’s face had yet to fade, and beads of sweat glistened on her neck, making her skin appear even more radiant. Her pink dress was wrinkled from my hands, emphasizing her full breasts, and it was damp in places. Sally gazed at me softly, her eyes filled with tenderness. I couldn’t resist taking a deep breath as we shared a reluctant kiss before I hurriedly left her home. For several days, I continued to pull her into my playful escapades. We intertwined in my office or at motels. Occasionally, I couldn’t help but pick her up. We reminisced about our youthful secret encounters in the woods, where we had reveled in nature’s fragrant embrace. Now, our escapades were even more reckless. Recently, though, Sally seemed to withdraw, hesitant to get too close. I suspected it was because of her fear of being discovered by her husband. Though I understood her concerns, the feeling frustrated me. One day, she surprisingly suggested I come to her house.

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After Rebirth, the Real Daughter of a Rich Man Went Crazy In the moment my adoptive mother was about to slice me open, the wealthiest man in the land finally tracked me down. He was my biological father. He wept, begging me to return and promising recompense. I feigned a cringe, asking, “My foster mother said I could be sold to fund my brother’s education abroad. “Are you taking me away so that my sister can go abroad, too? “But I believe I’m worth more as a whole person.” My biological father was so distraught he contemplated killing my adoptive parents. I laughed it off. But the person I truly wished to eliminate was the one pretending to be me.

The year I graduated from college, I was kidnapped. My ex-boyfriend married the woman who murdered me. Seven years later, he went from being a punk to a big shot. He broke off the murderer’s ten fingers. “Isabella was in much more pain at that time than you are now.” Isabella was me.

Not long after the SAT exams ended, my sister Hattie Moran unexpectedly killed someone. My mother begged me to take the blame. “Aviana, you’re Hattie’s sister. Can you bear to see her go to jail?” Since Hattie and I were twins, we looked exactly alike. So, the face on the surveillance footage could easily be mine. I looked up at Hattie, who was sitting on the couch crying, only to find her suppressing a smirk. I knew she was doing it on purpose. After all, the person who had been killed was someone I cared about. What Hattie didn’t know was that this had been my trap all along.

My stepfather treated my mother terribly, and she would cry to me every day. I urged her to divorce him, but she immediately turned around and told my stepfather, “Even my daughter advises me to leave you, but I still treat you so well.” Furious, my stepfather struck me in a fit of rage, accidentally killing me. After shedding tears, my mother, as the family member, wrote a letter of forgiveness, doing her utmost to reduce his sentence. “The child is gone, but those of us still living must carry on.” In my second chance at life, I returned to the day my mother married my stepfather. She asked, “What do you think of your new dad?” I sneered, “The two of you are meant to be together forever.”

My boyfriend of five years, Dominic Ortiz, wanted to break up with me because he had fallen in love with my best friend, Riley Graham. At work, Dominic slapped me and forced me to publicly apologize to Riley. He sneered, “Riley is the only daughter of Elite Group’s president. How can someone like you compare to her?” But I was very confused. Riley’s father was the president of Elite Group, so what about my father, Matteo Morales? After work, I hastily left the office. Having worked tirelessly day and night, I closed the biggest deal I had ever received. My efforts finally paid off. I headed straight to the supermarket and bought a variety of lively seafood, including Dominic’s favorite lobsters, with the intention of cooking a special seafood dinner for him tonight. Upon entering our apartment, I couldn’t wait to share my hard-earned achievements with Dominic. I exclaimed, “Dominic, I closed a major deal today, and the bonus is 20 thousand dollars!” However, when I opened the door, what greeted me was my boyfriend and best friend making out on the couch. I was frozen to the spot. My sudden appearance obviously frightened the two of them. Dominic hastily disengaged from Riley and stammered, “Nevaeh, I can explain. We truly love each other.” When Riley saw me, her eyes flickered with a hint of guilt before she proceeded to dress herself slowly. Then, her face took on a smug expression mixed with contempt. Her voice dripped with provocation as she uttered, “What’s there to explain? Nevaeh, it’s exactly what you see. “You’ve only just realized it now, but Dominic and I have been together secretly for two years. “Nevaeh, since you’ve never tried any man, I tried him for you. “You’re welcome.” I stood there, holding two heavy bags filled with groceries, sweat dripping down my forehead and hair, making me look disheveled. In contrast, Riley appeared radiant. After hearing Riley’s hurtful words, I took a deep breath, suppressing my emotions. Opening the grocery bag in my hand, I noticed all the seafood I had bought still wriggling around inside. I picked up one of the octopuses, took aim at Dominic’s face, and struck him forcefully. Caught off guard, he received a direct hit. His expression changed, and he glared at me as he prepared to speak, but before he could utter a word, I launched more octopuses at their faces and bodies. Riley screamed, “Nevaeh, you mania! Stop it!” One of the octopuses ended up clinging to Riley’s head, its tentacles tightly adhering to her face. She desperately tried to remove it, but the tentacles clung tighter with each tug. The agitated octopus began squirting ink, which trickled down Riley’s head. I continued hurling various seafood at them, from octopuses to crayfish. The crayfish might not have had long spines, but their sharpness and hardness caused pain upon impact. Dominic and Riley were left with no choice but to frantically dodge and leap around the living room. I persistently threw the seafood. Finally, after some consideration, I hesitated and placed the expensive lobsters I had spent 800 dollars on back into the bag. Glancing at the two once more, I observed Riley’s face turning black as she struggled to remove the octopus tentacles from her face. One of them had also attached itself to Dominic’s leg, causing him to grimace and howl in pain. With a blank expression, I swiftly gathered my belongings, grabbed the bag containing the lobsters, and left.

It had been a while since I last returned to my own home. With a dejected expression, I opened the door to the villa I hadn’t visited in a long time, coincidentally encountering my mother. Excitedly, she called out to my father, “Matteo, come downstairs! Nevaeh is back!” Upon hearing the voice, my father rushed down barefoot, not even bothering to put on his slippers. “Nevaeh, you’re back. Why didn’t you let us know in advance so we could clean up your room?” he said. My mother chimed in, “Are you hungry? I’ll prepare your favorite food for you right away.” Dad added, “You even bought my favorite lobsters. I knew you loved me the most.” As I gazed at my concerned parents, emotions that had been suppressed suddenly overwhelmed me. I embraced them tightly, tears streaming down my face. My parents were momentarily at a loss but quickly attempted to console me. Once calmed down, my mother had already placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me. “Come on, Nevaeh. Eat up and then rest,” she urged. I began devouring the spaghetti, while my parents watched me silently without mentioning my embarrassment just now. After finishing the meal, I retreated to my long-missed room, which had already been tidied up. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed. Images of the sweet and wonderful moments Dominic and I once shared passed before my eyes. Everything had changed so rapidly that I struggled to fully accept it. Suddenly, the ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. It was Dominic calling. I answered, but before I could speak, an aggressive voice came from the other end. Dominic bellowed, “Nevaeh, Riley is still in the hospital because of you. “The octopus tentacles caused many wounds on her face, and she’s allergic to seafood, so her face remains red and swollen.” My face darkened. He betrayed me, yet now he played the role of the accuser? I retorted, “She deserved it! “When she fooled around with you, did she ever consider the consequences?” However, Dominic’s response grew harsher. “Riley saw you as her best friend. Is this how you treat your best friend? “Nevaeh, how could you be so vicious? I was a fool for being with you in the first place.” I laughed out of anger and said, “Have you ever seen a true friend sleeping with her friend’s boyfriend? “Dominic, it was you who publicly confessed your love for me. “I was the one foolish enough to be with you!” Dominic fell silent for a moment, then spoke venomously, “You might not know this, but Riley’s father is the president of Elite Group. You’ve harmed Riley, and from now on, you’ll suffer in Goldford!” Of course, I knew. Riley had come to me in tears, explaining that her mother was sick and in need of costly medical care. That was why I had requested my father to promote Riley’s father from an ordinary employee to the position of director. But why was Dominic claiming that her father was the president? Quickly, I asked, “What did you say? Riley’s father is the president of Elite Group?” Dominic’s tone oozed with pride as he said, “Nevaeh, it’s not too late to apologize to Riley. She will forgive you. “Anyway, you hurt her today, and we’re still at the hospital. The medical bill is three thousand eight hundred dollars. You’ll have to pay for it!” How could he be so shameless? I scoffed, “Dominic, if it had been a cat or a dog needing that money for treatment, I would pay without hesitation. “But those bastards are not worth me wasting even a penny on them.” “You…” Dominic seethed with anger, preparing to retort. But I quickly interjected, “Dominic, if you don’t have money, you can go to the veterinarian. “It’s cheaper, which suits the two of you perfectly.” With that, I hung up the phone. Love had blinded me before, preventing me from seeing Dominic’s true colors as a hypocritical person who couldn’t distinguish right from wrong.

The following morning, while having breakfast, I casually asked my dad, “Dad, do you remember Jett Graham, the person you promoted to director?” Upon hearing Jett’s name, my father frowned and replied, “Nevaeh, you said this person was practical and capable, deserving of the director position.” After a momentary pause, he continued with a hint of embarrassment, “But ever since his promotion, he has been slacking off. There have been issues with several important documents and proposals that passed through him. “I’ve been considering if there is an appropriate chance to transfer him to a more suitable position.” My father looked at me cautiously, seeking my reaction. Seeing my father’s distress caused by my actions, I couldn’t help but regret my impulsive behavior. Riley had once confided in me about her parents’ hardships, her mother’s illness and hospitalization, and how her father had dedicated years of hard work to the company without receiving due recognition. Out of sympathy for Riley’s situation, I shamelessly threw a tantrum upon returning home, pressuring my father into promoting Jett to the director position. My father had always taught me to maintain a low-key approach in life and work, so I secretly helped Riley in many ways, unbeknownst to her. She never knew my true identity and naively believed any benefits she received were solely due to her own fate. Reflecting on the years we spent together, I had done everything in my power for Riley. Yet, in the end, I found myself betrayed. After breakfast, my father insisted on driving me to work, leaving me with no choice but to accept. As usual, upon arriving at the office, I went to my desk and began working. However, mocking whispers started circulating around me. “She couldn’t steal one man, so she found another target.” “She rode in a Range Rover. Must have hooked up with a rich guy.” “She’s shameless, trying to get on top using dirty tricks.” I glanced up and saw everyone in the office casting ambiguous looks my way—filled with inquiry, contempt, and even disdain. At that moment, Riley appeared and coldly admonished them, “Shouldn’t you all be busy with your work? “Seems like everyone has already hit their sales targets for this month, right?” Upon hearing Riley’s scolding, those people dispersed. I looked at Riley, noticing a bandage on her forehead and a mask covering her face. She expressed concern, saying, “Nevaeh, don’t pay attention to what they say. I’ve forgiven you.” I just felt absurd. She had an affair with my boyfriend, yet now she was the one offering forgiveness? I sneered, “Drop the act. Do you not feel any guilt for what you’ve done? “Riley, are you aware how shameless you are?” Riley remained silent, but suddenly, a wicked grin crept across her face as she fell backward. She crashed onto the floor, wearing an aggrieved expression as she looked up at me. She said, “Nevaeh, I know you hate me, but Dominic and I truly love each other. I wanted to give him to you, but love is something you can’t possess even if it is offered. “Nevaeh, I don’t blame you; I only blame myself.” With her head lowered, she began sobbing softly. I was utterly confused, unable to grasp her intentions. Suddenly, a hand emerged and delivered a powerful slap across my face. Staggering from the impact, I stood there, stars dancing in my vision until I gradually regained focus. I lifted my head to see Dominic glare at me with rage. He shouted, “Nevaeh, you’ve gone too far. You’re still not satisfied with hurting Riley’s face?” Riley wept bitterly but still grabbed Dominic’s hand, trying to dissuade him. “Nevaeh, don’t blame her. It’s all my fault.” Onlookers condemned me, and I became the target of public criticism. No one would believe anything I said at this moment, and people only trusted what they saw. I glanced up at the company’s surveillance cameras and then collapsed to the floor. “Help… Help! I feel dizzy,” I cried out, rolling my eyes and convulsing. Dominic clearly doubted my condition. He snapped, “Stop pretending. Don’t think that you can get away with it by feigning illness. Apologize immediately!” Still lying on the floor, I persisted with my act. At this time, whispers sounded. “I don’t think she’s faking it. Could it be that her brain is damaged?” “Yes, Mr. Ortiz’s slap just now was quite forceful. It must hurt.” “We should call an ambulance. If something happens, we can’t bear the responsibility.” Panic spread, and soon, someone called an ambulance while someone even called the police. The incident quickly grabbed the attention of our boss, Greyson Snyder. When Greyson arrived, he saw me lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth, arms and legs flailing as if seized by uncontrollable spasms. Even though I was panicking, I still continued with my performance. Greyson approached, quickly crouching down to examine me. He pressed an ear against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. As I wondered about his intentions, Greyson’s face suddenly drew near. He whispered into my ear in a voice only we could hear, “Stop pretending. I was a med student.”

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My Husband Bought an AI Nanny The day unfolded with a casual click on the home security camera. There, in the kitchen, my husband and the AI nanny were sharing an intimate moment, feeding each other with a familiarity that burned. I watched as the nanny glanced up at me through the camera lens. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as if she was putting on a private show for me. Later, my husband stood by, a spectator to the AI nanny’s dismantling of my being, piece by piece. His words, cold and final, echoed, “You’ll never understand me, not until you die.” But in rebirth, I did. Men who betrayed their wives deserved to be stomped out like the vile vermin!

After the SAT, my son—whom I raised for eighteen years—joined forces with my sister to kill me. When I was lying on the ground covered with blood, struggling for my life, my son struck me in the eye with an axe, saying, “Stop staring at me. Go to hell.” Meanwhile, my younger sister, Nancy Kennan, was gleefully counting my wealth. When I was reborn, Nancy begged me, tears streaming down her face. “Zenobia, I’m sorry, but the child is innocent!” I nodded seriously. “Yes, he is innocent, so you must raise him well.”

Aimee’s Determination While I was waiting in line at the Juice Bar, a little boy suddenly dashed in from outside. He anxiously scanned the store, then stood before me and pleaded, “Miss, I’m Ethan Schmidt. Please don’t be the other woman. Don’t destroy my family!”

Clara, my little angel, clung to life by a thread. Her delicate fingers wrapped around two lollipops as she softly called, “Daddy, Daddy…” Heart racing, I dialed Sean. His voice cut through the line, irritated. “I told you not to call me at work.” “But Clara—” The call dropped. I tried again, only to find he’d blocked me. With her last whisper, Clara asked, “Mommy, does Daddy not care about me?” Her tiny hand relaxed, and the lollipops fell, echoing in the silence. My heart shattered into a million pieces. Later, I learned that on that very day, Sean had been with his lover. And it was that lover who killed my daughter! Rage consumed me. I would not let those who took my daughter from me go unpunished. They would pay for what they had done! … Rushing into the hospital, I was met with the doctor’s grim face. He gently explained they’d exhausted every option, but Clara’s time was running out. Desperate, I pleaded for them to try something, anything, but the finality in his eyes told me we’d reached the end of the road. Dragging my feet, I walked to Clara’s side. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and called out, “Mommy.” She was only four years old, delicate like a budding flower. But this… this was our final moment together. My heart ached as though it was being torn apart, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. “Clara…” I could barely speak through my sobs. “Don’t cry, Mommy. Here, have a lollipop.” She struggled to lift her tiny hand. She was holding a lollipop in one hand. In her other hand, she had another lollipop. “I want to give one to you and one to Daddy. Where’s Daddy?” In a rush, I pulled out my phone. “I’ll call your daddy right now.” I dialed Sean, but he didn’t answer. My anxiety grew with each passing second. I kept calling, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally picked up. Before I could say anything, he barked, “Didn’t I tell you not to bother me when I’m at work?” Yes, Sean had told me not to call him during this period. He was competing for a department manager position, a promotion that would come with a hefty pay raise. He had said that calling him at work could jeopardize his chances. But something this serious had happened to our daughter, and I felt he needed to know. I said, “No, Clara, she…” He cut me off, his tone harsh. “You always use Clara as an excuse! Can’t you even take care of a four-year-old? I’m busy. Don’t bother me!” “Clara is in the hospital…” Before I could finish, he hung up. I called again, only to realize he had blocked me. “Mommy,” Clara asked, “does Daddy not want me anymore?” “No, no,” I quickly shook my head, trying to reassure her. “Daddy loves you the most. He’s just at work, but he’ll be here soon…” Clara stared at the door, her voice growing weaker as she continued calling, “Daddy, Daddy…” I couldn’t bear to see her like this. Desperate, I called Sean’s colleague, Beckett Palmer, and asked him to help me find Sean. Sean called back shortly after. “Sophie, are you serious? You’re unbelievable! You called my rival at work? Are you trying to ruin me?” I had forgotten he was competing for the promotion against Beckett, the same Beckett who had once shared meals at our home. In my panic, I blurted out, “Clara is running out of time. You need to come to the hospital now…” “Sophie!” he shouted furiously, “How dare you curse our daughter! Take care of her, and if anything happens to Clara, I swear I’ll never forgive you!” I yelled back, “If you actually care about her, then come to the hospital now!” He hung up without listening to another word. I was about to call again when Clara’s soft voice interrupted me, “Mommy…” I immediately looked down at her. She gathered all the strength she had left and whispered, “The lollipops… I don’t want to give them to Daddy anymore. They’re both for you…” It was as if a knife had pierced my heart. I couldn’t imagine how hurt Clara must have felt to say something like that. The light in her eyes faded, and her hand went limp. The two lollipops fell to the floor. “Clara!” I screamed in anguish, but she never opened her eyes again. I held her as her body grew cold, sobbing uncontrollably. A nurse, unable to hold back her own tears, said, “She was such a good girl. She wouldn’t let go of the lollipops. She kept saying they were for you and her dad.” My entire body shook as I cried. I knew my Clara was a good girl. Whenever she got snacks at preschool, she would always save them for us. And she always brought two of everything. One for me and one for Sean. She never played favorites. But now, my precious daughter was gone. My world had collapsed.

I was overwhelmed with grief. I cried for so long that I became completely drained. Holding Clara’s cold body, it suddenly hit me that I needed to take care of her funeral. I wanted her to find peace as soon as possible. But Sean’s phone was still unreachable. Once again, I called Beckett. At this point, I didn’t care if he was Sean’s rival. After all, his was the only number I had. As expected, Sean called back, furious. “Sophie! Are you done? You’ve ruined everything for me! I missed the promotion because of you. Do you even want to keep this marriage? Let me tell you…” I shouted back, “Sean! If you don’t come back to arrange Clara’s funeral, we’re getting divorced tomorrow!” I screamed, and he cursed. I didn’t catch the rest of his words. But he definitely heard the word “divorce.” He roared, “Fine, divorce it is!” Then I heard a woman’s voice on his end, saying, “Sean, don’t be hasty…” He immediately hung up. I stared blankly at the phone. I knew that voice all too well. It was Rhoda Hilton, Sean’s first love. I couldn’t fathom how they were together. Sean’s department was full of men. There were no women in his office. Rhoda didn’t work for his company either. My instincts told me something was very wrong between them. I sat there, dazed, and pulled out my phone to scroll through Twitter. On the day Clara fell ill, Rhoda posted a video. In the video, a cat was being held by the scruff of its neck, meowing pitifully. Rhoda pointed at the cat, scolding it, “Baloo, you’ve been so naughty today! Running around the streets like that, you could’ve died. If you do it again, I swear I’ll kill you. Do you hear me?” The hand holding the cat wasn’t Rhoda’s. It was someone else’s. Even though that person’s face wasn’t shown, I recognized Sean’s wedding ring on the hand. I froze, thinking, “But he said he was at work.” Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t know him at all. I didn’t know how many more lies Sean had told me. I checked the time when Rhoda posted that video. It was after Clara had fallen ill. That meant while Clara was in the hospital bed, desperately hoping her father would come to see her, Sean was helping his mistress find her cat! Yet he had lied to me, saying he was working overtime, even turning off his phone! He didn’t know that Rhoda and I were Twitter friends, and he never imagined his whereabouts would be exposed! Over the past few days, Rhoda had posted many videos, mostly about searching for or feeding the cat. Sean’s face never appeared in the footage. But whether on purpose or by accident, Rhoda always managed to capture a hand or a foot of his. Her captions hinted that they were a sweet little family. “Baloo ran onto the road again. It was so dangerous! I’m so scared one day he’ll get hit by a car. Good thing his daddy was there, or I never would’ve caught him.” “Baloo had so much fun playing with his daddy. I was the photographer.” “Baloo is lying at his daddy’s feet, but he’s staring at me.” “Baloo seems to like having both his mommy and daddy around.” The more I scrolled, the angrier I became. I thought, “Sean, while our daughter was on her deathbed, you abandoned her to play house with a cat? So you’re their little family now, huh? You’re not worthy of being called a father!” Staring at the wedding ring on Sean’s finger in those videos, fury surged through me. I had no idea how long they had been together. But judging from the videos, it was clear they’d been inseparable these past few days. While Clara was fighting for her life, while she was calling out for her father, Sean was lying to me about working late, all while helping his lover with her cat! I thought about the way Clara had longed for her father in her final moments, and my heart ached. I decided not to tell Sean about Clara’s funeral. He didn’t deserve to be there. I felt he didn’t deserve to be Clara’s father at all! I cremated Clara’s body alone. I bought her a small plot at the cemetery, right next to my mother’s grave. I buried her ashes there, along with a small headstone. The headstone read: [I’m sorry, my sweet girl. I failed to protect you. Sophie] I wept as I prayed for my mother to take care of Clara in the afterlife. Then, through my tears, I said goodbye to them both. Shortly after leaving the cemetery, I received a call from Clara’s kindergarten teacher, Shelia Mitchell. “Mrs. Warren, is Clara feeling better? Will she be coming back to school soon?” In grief, I replied, “Clara has passed away. She won’t be returning to kindergarten.” “What?” Shelia stammered, shocked. “How could that be? She only had a cold!” It had been Shelia who brought Clara to the hospital, and she had been the one to call me about Clara’s illness. She said Clara had complained of a headache and had vomited, likely just the flu. I shook my head. “It wasn’t the flu. She had a head injury…” “A head injury? But she never fell at school.” “She told me it happened outside of school.”

Clara had told me that her birthday was coming up, and her father had taken her out to buy a gift. While they were out, she had accidentally fallen. I hadn’t realized her fall was that serious. I called Sean to find out what exactly had happened. But he wouldn’t answer the phone. Clara said her father hadn’t noticed when she fell. I realized that even if I asked Sean, he might not know what had really happened. Shelia was heartbroken as well. Through her tears, she said, “I thought Clara just had a cold. I never imagined this would happen. Mrs. Warren, don’t be too sad. You need to take care of yourself. Clara wouldn’t want you to suffer so much.” She comforted me for a while, then suddenly said, “By the way, the afternoon Mr. Warren picked up Clara, it was actually a woman who dropped her off. Clara called her Ms. Hilton.” My heart skipped a beat. I quickly found a picture of Rhoda and sent it to Shelia. “Was it her?” “Yes, that’s her,” Shelia confirmed. “Did they pick Clara up together?” I asked. “I only saw Mr. Warren pick her up. But when she was dropped off, it was that woman. Mr. Warren wasn’t there.” Confusion swirled inside me. After thanking Shelia, I decided I needed to investigate this matter further. Just then, the cemetery administrator called me again, asking why I hadn’t properly buried the urn but had left it lying on the path. I rushed over and saw Clara’s urn discarded in front of my mother’s grave. Her headstone was gone. The grave I had dug was filled back in. I couldn’t understand who could be so cruel, not even allowing my child to rest in peace. I went to the administrator to check the surveillance footage. After watching the video, I was furious. The footage showed that not long after I left, Rhoda had arrived at the cemetery. She was holding a cardboard box. When she saw my child’s headstone, she cursed, “Who put this here? Are they blind?” She noticed my name on the headstone and spat out, “This headstone was placed by Sophie? Did her stupid cat die too? What right does she have to bury it here?” Rhoda then dug up Clara’s headstone and hid it behind my mother’s grave. That was when Sean arrived. Rhoda pointed at Clara’s grave and said, “I don’t know who took this spot.” Sean said, “Let’s find another one.” “No way. I want Baloo buried next to my father. He should keep my dad company.” Only then did I realize that Rhoda’s father was buried in the neighboring plot. Sean said, “But someone’s already taken this spot.” Rhoda pouted. “There’s not even a headstone here. Who knows if it’s a cat or a dog? Let’s dig up the ashes and throw them away.” Under Rhoda’s coaxing, Sean actually dug up Clara’s urn and tossed it aside. Then, they placed their cardboard box in the grave. Rhoda said, “Let me take one last look at my darling.” She opened the box, and I saw that inside was a dead cat. She murmured, “Baloo, this is the resting place we’ve chosen for you. Rest in peace. We’ll love you forever. Be sure to keep Grandpa company down there.” Sean meticulously fixed up the grave, making it look beautiful, and then left with Rhoda. I returned to the grave and angrily flung the cardboard box far away. But I didn’t bury Clara’s ashes again. Instead, I took them home with me. I had originally intended to let my child rest peacefully. I had planned to wait until Sean found out what had happened, bring him here, and make him repent to Clara. Now, I wasn’t going to let Rhoda and Sean off so easily. I would seek justice for Clara! When I got home, I checked Rhoda’s Twitter. She had posted a picture of herself arm-in-arm with another person. The caption read: [Baloo is gone. But during my darkest moments, I’m so glad I have you by my side.] Sean’s face was fully visible in the photo. He gazed at Rhoda tenderly, smiling dotingly. I smirked coldly. “Laugh all you want, Sean. You won’t be smiling for much longer!” Two days later, Sean called me and said, “Tomorrow’s Clara’s birthday. We’ve got a few guests coming over, so make sure everything’s ready.” He seemed to have completely forgotten about our fight over the divorce. I didn’t bring it up either and replied, “Alright.” The next day, Sean came home. The funny thing was, he even had Rhoda on his arm. The house was packed with guests. He hadn’t expected me to go all out with the arrangements. In front of me stood a large display board covered with Clara’s toys. At the center was Clara’s favorite doll pillow, flanked by two lollipops. Sean chatted with the guests for a long while before he realized someone was missing. He looked at me and asked, “Where’s Clara? She’s the birthday girl. She can’t hide. Go get her to greet the guests.” This was the moment I had been waiting for. I moved the display board aside and pulled down the white veil on the wall. “Clara is right here!” Sean froze as he took in the sight of the living room, now arranged like a funeral, and the massive black-and-white portrait of Clara.

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