I was the only one in the world with the power to defy death, an innate conduit to life itself. Before a man’s body could fully stiffen, I could conceive his child. And as that precious life faded within me, the man would be brought back from the grave. In my last life, I used this very power to save my fiancé, Tristan Thorne, after a car accident left his organs failing. He awoke, overwhelmed with gratitude, vowing to marry no one but me. But on the very day I was about to give birth, he personally tied me to an operating table. Our child was forcibly cut from my womb. He branded our baby a “demonic spawn” and threw them into a shark tank, where they were ripped apart and devoured. I screamed, demanding to know why he betrayed me. His expression was chilling: “Now that Brooke is carrying my child, what use are you and this… *thing*?” “If you hadn’t faked being an innate conduit and meddled in our lives back then, Brooke and I would have been married ages ago!” He had someone yank out my oxygen tube, letting me suffocate to death. My family, too, was thrown into prison by him, where they died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Tristan was on death’s door, the day his mother begged me to save him. I heard Mrs. Thorne weeping, asking if the Life-Exchange Ritual truly could bring Tristan back. I bowed slightly, declining: “There’s no such thing as an innate conduit in this world, Mrs. Thorne. That’s just an old folk tale.”

I lowered my gaze, avoiding Mrs. Thorne’s desperate stare. “Mrs. Thorne, the idea of bringing someone back from the dead is far too fantastical. I truly can’t help you.” Disappointment clouded Mrs. Thorne’s face, but she clung to my hand desperately. “Skylar, our families have been close for generations. Please, have pity on me. Just save Tristan’s life!” The Thorne family wielded immense power. If I refused, they would find a way to make me bend. I was still trying to devise an escape when the room door burst open. “Mom, why are you wasting time talking to a con artist?!” Tristan, pale, leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sharp. “Don’t play coy! You’re just trying to play hard to get, to raise your own value!” The moment he spoke, I knew it for certain: Tristan had also been reborn. But Mrs. Thorne was still persistent: “Tristan, the doctors have given up all hope! Skylar is your last chance!” He sneered, his face etched with calculation. “I’ll find my own way.” “Besides, Brooke is the *real* innate conduit. With her by my side, I can overcome any challenge!” When he spoke of Brooke, his voice was filled with an undisguised fondness. In my last life, Tristan always said that if it weren’t for saving him, I wouldn’t have lost our child, and he would have cherished and loved me forever. He spoke of love, yet in his heart, Brooke was the only one. Now, he’d returned with his memories, and I was no longer useful to him. Naturally, he wouldn’t give me another chance to entangle myself with him. This time, I just wanted to protect my family and sever all ties with the Thornes. “The Life-Exchange Ritual, it defies the natural order. There’s always a price, a bitter backlash. Mr. Thorne, your wisdom is a blessing.” I spoke calmly, then bid Mrs. Thorne farewell. As I reached the elevator, Tristan’s voice cut through the air behind me. “Stop right there!” I didn’t pause, instead pressing the down arrow. The next second, he lunged, grabbing my wrist and pinning me against the wall. My heart pounded as I looked up at him, terrified. “Mr. Thorne, what are you doing?! I’ve already refused your mother. Just let me go!” He stared at me, a cruel curve on his lips. “Stop acting, Skylar. You instinctively touched your stomach just now.” “That movement was exactly like it was in your last life, right before you gave birth.” “You came back too, didn’t you?” Since I was exposed, I dropped all pretense, looking at him coldly. “So what? What do you want?” Tristan scoffed: “Everything you owed me in the last life, I’ll collect from you in this one.” “I’m warning you, stay away from Brooke, or I’ll make sure your parents spend the rest of their lives in jail!”

My heart sank. So he was afraid I’d disrupt his relationship with Brooke. In my last life, I was utterly devoted to him, and he still turned on me without a second thought. Why should their happiness be paved with my parents’ lives? Looking at his smug, self-satisfied face, I felt nothing but disgust. I forced down the tidal wave of hatred, just wanting to escape first. “Mr. Thorne, rest assured, I will never interfere with your and Ms. Brooke’s happiness. I only ask that you let me go!” The more compliant I was, the deeper the suspicion in his eyes grew, and the tighter he squeezed my wrist, as if trying to crush my bones. “Last life, you loved me so much you were willing to die for me, even sacrificing your child.” “Now you want to cut ties with a few words? Skylar, do you take me for a fool?” I sneered inwardly. Last life, I mistook a wolf in sheep’s clothing for a true gentleman, and that’s why I met such a terrible end. This life, I just wanted to be as far away from him as possible. I struggled with all my might. “Tristan, I told you I wouldn’t bother you again! What exactly do you want?!” He immediately called his bodyguards, who forcibly dragged me onto a cargo ship. “Last life, if you hadn’t rushed to get pregnant with my child, Brooke wouldn’t have been so angry she refused to contact me for half a year!” “This life, I will never let anyone have a chance to hurt her!” “You’ll stay on this ship. Once Brooke and I are married, I’ll have someone send you back.” I was thrown into a dark, cramped room, the door locked from the outside. “Tristan, you lunatic! There’s nothing in here! Locking me up, you just want me dead, don’t you?!” He responded coldly from behind the iron door. “You won’t die. Last life, you locked yourself in your room and starved for three days just to see me, didn’t you?” My body tensed. I remembered that time, I’d just had a high fever and missed our date. He’d decided I was throwing a tantrum and gave me the silent treatment for an entire week. And I, foolishly, had actually knelt on the floor begging for his forgiveness, starving myself for three days. I was utterly, hopelessly stupid. Tristan’s footsteps faded into the distance. I slumped to the ground, and in my despair, I shakily pulled out my phone from my jacket pocket. The signal was incredibly weak. Just as I was about to give up, a speedboat approached the cargo ship. The cabin door was forced open, and a tall man’s figure stood silhouetted against the light. “Ms. Skylar, don’t be afraid. I’m Leo Harrison.” Leo Harrison… The Harrison Group was the Thorne Group’s biggest rival. In my previous life, the Harrison Group was the first to be swallowed by the Thornes. And Leo, soon after that, mysteriously disappeared. Leo’s people rescued me. This time, for my family, and for Leo. The life I was meant to save, was his.

Before I even set foot on shore, Tristan’s call came through. “Skylar, are you really trying to go against me? Do you truly think I wouldn’t dare touch you?” I couldn’t fathom how he had the nerve to say such a thing. To avoid further trouble, I patiently replied. “I don’t want to go against you. I just want to live my own life.” But he didn’t believe a word, his tone harsh. “Too late! The moment you escaped, you should have known the consequences!” The Thorne family’s influence was indeed vast. Overnight, my dad’s old legal dispute was dug up. All the major media outlets and social networks were plastered with headlines: “Daughter of Notorious Con Artist from the City’s Elite Circles, Venomous Schemer Trying to Manipulate Her Way into the Thorne Empire.” I became the daughter of a fraudster. “Like father, like daughter, a whole family of con artists!” “This kind of person wants to marry into the Thorne family? Mr. Thorne would be crazy to even look at her!” “I heard Mr. Thorne and Ms. Brooke are getting married soon. Now *that’s* a match!” Our home address and my photos were leaked. A group claiming to be victims’ families from my dad’s past surrounded our house, smashing our windows with rocks. They weren’t satisfied. In the middle of the night, they dumped trash and sewage at our doorstep, even cutting off our water and electricity. I was trapped once again. Tristan’s call came again. “Skylar, this was just a small warning. If you dare pull any more stunts, I’ll send your parents back to jail for good!” I trembled with rage. How dare he! Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs. Several police cars and black sedans pulled up. Leo, accompanied by lawyers and police officers, swiftly brought everyone blockading our house under control. The man leading them was cool, dignified, and exceptionally poised. “Skylar, I’m here to take you home.” I followed him to the Harrison family estate. It was there I learned that Leo’s sister, Celeste, had once been my dad’s most capable business partner. When my dad’s company ran into trouble, Celeste was implicated and eventually died of depression. Leo had been secretly investigating the truth behind those events. I offered to use my ability to help him, but Mr. Harrison shook his head. “My dear, we Harrisons don’t believe in such things. But the truth of what happened back then, we *will* uncover.” “You’re a good child, I can see that. The Harrison family is weathering a storm right now. Would you be willing to get engaged to Leo, to become allies? Our two families, together, against the Thornes?” I stared blankly at Leo. He looked a little shy. In my previous life, my soul hadn’t dissipated after my death. I witnessed Leo, in his efforts to clear my name and my family’s, squander his entire fortune. He ultimately blew up the Thorne Group’s building, dying with Tristan. He traded his life for Tristan’s. It turned out, the person I was truly meant to save had always been him. This time, I wouldn’t choose wrong again. “I will!” Hearing my answer, the tension in his body visibly relaxed. I took the jade pendant I always wore close to my skin and placed it in his palm. “This is my pledge. From now on, I will save you.”

Tristan was utterly enraged when he learned of my engagement to Leo. The next day, I received a text message from Leo’s number, asking me to meet him at a suburban sanatorium. But when I arrived, it was Tristan I found. “What, couldn’t marry me, so you immediately found a replacement? Skylar, you con artist, are you that desperate, rushing to get a man to sleep with you?” “Who I marry, and when, is my freedom, Mr. Thorne. It has nothing to do with you, does it?” I glared at him with disgust. I turned to leave, but two bodyguards blocked my way. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave, Skylar. Don’t you want to see what your fiancé has become?” Just as he spoke, a muffled thud echoed from within the sanatorium. My heart pounded with anxiety. I yelled at him: “What did you do to Leo?!” The smile on his lips deepened. He clapped his hands. Brooke pushed out a wheelchair. Leo was tied to the wheelchair, his chest bound with several bombs, their timers counting down. “You claim to be an innate conduit, capable of bringing people back from the dead, don’t you?” Tristan held up his phone, the screen facing us, and started a live stream. “I’ll let everyone see if you can truly save Leo’s life.” I bit down on my teeth in fury. Leo and I hadn’t consummated anything. How could I perform the Life-Exchange Ritual?! After a long pause, Tristan finally relented, looking at me as if bestowing a favor. “However, Skylar, considering our years of history, as long as you kneel before Brooke and apologize, admitting you were jealous and stole her place, I’ll let Leo go.” Looking at Leo’s pale face and the stark red countdown on his chest, I had no choice. My knees buckled, and I sank heavily to the ground. “Please, Ms. Brooke, I beg you, let us go.” Brooke’s face lit up with a triumphant smile. “Sister Skylar, you don’t have to do this. I’ll immediately plead with Tristan to let you both go!” But the very next second, Leo’s face turned ashen. Blood gushed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He clutched his face in terror, but he couldn’t stop it. I slowly stood up, a cold sneer forming in my heart. Before coming here, I had already sensed something was wrong and had called the police. The live stream’s comments exploded instantly. “Brooke, what are you waiting for?! Didn’t you say you could save Mr. Thorne?” “Quick, save him! You must be able to perform the Life-Exchange Ritual too!” Brooke was pushed into a corner. She could only pretend to pat him a few times, muttering something under her breath. A moment later, Tristan’s bleeding actually stopped. I rushed forward to untie Leo. Brooke was a fake innate conduit; her actions were nothing more than pathetic charades. I didn’t have time to bother with her. I looked at Tristan mockingly, a cold smile on my face. “Tristan, are you feeling a churning in your gut right now?” Tristan froze, then felt a sharp, twisting pain in his chest. Brooke patted his back, feigning innocence. “Sister Skylar, I know you’re jealous of me. But now the truth is out, you’re just a fraud! Why are you still trying to slander me?” Tristan clutched her hand, glaring at me. “Skylar, you’re incorrigible! Guards, tie her and Leo up!” The moment he spoke, there was a *gurgle*. A large mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto Brooke’s designer dress. Everyone cried out in panic. “Mr. Thorne, what’s wrong?!” The live stream’s comments section exploded again. “What’s going on? Didn’t Brooke just save him?”

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“Sister, don’t you hate it?” The night before my arranged marriage to Caleb Thorne, the heir of the powerful Thorne family, my stepsister suddenly knocked on my bedroom door. Seeing I didn’t answer, she continued, talking to herself. “Three years ago, your mom died in a car crash. A month later, Dad married my mom.” “Even the dynastic marriage your mother had arranged for you, my father just handed it over to me.” “Sister, you don’t actually believe your mom’s death was just an ordinary accident, do you?” Of course, I knew my mom’s death had everything to do with my stepmother. So, for everything you owed my mother and me, you wouldn’t get away with a single penny. Jasmine Vance, dressed in a million-dollar wedding gown, looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale. “Sister, I don’t understand what you mean.” I knelt to adjust the hem of her dress. “Heh, I hope you never understand, Sister.” Jasmine giggled, covering her mouth. But the next second, her laughter died. The dagger I’d hidden in my sleeve plunged deep into her abdomen. Blood quickly soaked through the pristine white gown. It was like a crimson rose blooming on fresh snow, stark and terrifyingly beautiful. Jasmine collapsed to the ground in pain, staring at me in disbelief. “You…” “Jasmine Vance, was it fun stealing my life? But anything that belongs to Cassidy Sterling, I’d rather destroy it than hand it over to someone else!” “Whether your little mistress mother and you were involved in my mom’s car crash or not, I’m putting it all on you.” “Don’t worry, you’re just bleeding a little, it’s not fatal. It just means tomorrow, I’ll be the one marrying into the Thorne family.” My smile in the dimly lit room was chilling. But then, everything went black, and I fell into an empty void. When my consciousness returned, I woke up in my own room. Wasn’t this supposed to be Jasmine’s bridal room, the one she’d stolen from me? The mansion showed no signs of an upcoming wedding. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: three years ago. Was that vivid experience just a dream? A grin spread across my face. “Mom, Mom!” “Mom, where are you?” I rushed downstairs, just as I saw Mom getting into her car, preparing to leave. A cold sweat broke out all over me. I screamed, “Mom, get out! Don’t take the car!” I darted to the car, clutching the door handle tightly, refusing to let the driver start. My mom frowned, looking at me. “It’s the weekend, why aren’t you sleeping in? What are you doing?” “Just get out of the car. I just want to be with you today.” Big tears streamed down my face. The scenes from my dream replayed vividly in my mind. My mother’s memorial service had been eerily silent, only me kneeling before her coffin, quietly burning paper offerings. After Mom left, Dad revealed his true colors, immediately bringing his mistress and illegitimate daughter back home. Even the memorial service, I had to arrange a place for it alone. While their family of three ate a happy family dinner, I had lost the closest person to me. My mom didn’t understand what was happening to me, but she got out of the car and comforted me anyway. If the dream had truly become reality, then I must have been reborn. So I wept tears of joy, because I had a chance to change the ending! That day passed peacefully.

But the next day, Dad still brought Jasmine home. Just like in my previous life, she looked shy, constantly darting glances at me. Seeing my mom’s cool, calm demeanor, I realized she had known about Dad’s affair for a long time. A stepsister two years younger than me. But unlike my previous life, Jasmine showing up now only solidified her title as an illegitimate daughter. “Cassidy, Jasmine will be your sister from now on. Please take good care of her.” Sister? The one who orchestrated my mom’s death, drove a wedge between me and my dad, and eventually replaced me to marry into an elite family? She wasn’t worthy. “Doesn’t Dad know I have a bad temper? It’s best to keep her away from me, or I might just lose control and hit her.” My dad glared at me, then unleashed his anger on my mom. “Look at the daughter you raised! So grown up, yet so thoughtless!” My mom had always been soft-spoken, usually deferring to my dad at home, never daring to contradict him. So, when I was about to speak, I was surprised by my mom’s response. “Did I give birth to her alone? Did you not raise her?” “Always look at your own issues first.” My mom rolled her eyes at him, then pulled me towards the dining room for dinner. I happily ate two bowls of rice. This was my mom, the one who always protected and stood up for me. My dad’s voice, comforting Jasmine, drifted from the living room. As long as she and her mother were here, I couldn’t rest easy. Jasmine stayed in the room diagonally opposite mine, about half the size of mine. That night, there was a knock on my door. Jasmine stood before me, holding a glass of milk, her voice still stammering. “Sister…drinking milk at night helps…helps you sleep.” “You didn’t put some slow-acting poison in it, did you? How could I drink something without an analysis report?” I folded my arms across my chest, leaning against the door as I watched her. Jasmine trembled with fright. “I just took it from the fridge. I didn’t bring anything when I came here.” I feigned sudden realization, nodding my head. “Didn’t bring anything? So you plan to take everything here for yourself?” “Sister, I’m innocent too. I couldn’t choose where I was born. You both have a father; I didn’t have one growing up. Why can’t you pity me?” Jasmine’s eyes welled up with tears. Was she trying to play on my emotions?

In my previous life, after Mom died in the car accident, I was so insecure, so afraid Dad would give everything to Jasmine. I tried so hard to be kind and forgiving, to tolerate everything. But in the end, I still lost everything, didn’t I? So, I, Cassidy Sterling, was born to be a villainess. I couldn could never be the tragic heroine. Feelings are the cheapest thing in this world; they change in an instant. Only what you hold firmly in your hands is truly yours. “My mom’s marriage was sabotaged, and I ended up with a half-sister. And *I*’m not pitiful?” I quickly shut the door, not wanting to see Jasmine’s pathetic face. My dad decided to host a banquet for Jasmine. He was going to acknowledge Jasmine’s identity to everyone. Was it just out of guilt? Or did he want to use Jasmine to secure another high-status marriage to consolidate his business? I thought the latter was more plausible. My dad was naturally cold-hearted; he only loved himself, that was clear. On the day of the banquet, many prominent families and their daughters arrived. I knew most of them, but Jasmine didn’t know anyone. Even dressed in a lavish gown, she stood in the center, unnoticed. She had a rather… off-putting vibe, honestly. “Cassidy, who is she?” Seeing Jasmine approach, my friend immediately asked. Of course, she knew who Jasmine was; she was just doing it on purpose. So, the several girls standing next to us immediately burst into laughter. Jasmine’s head was almost touching the floor, and she kept tugging at the hem of her dress. She seemed to gather courage and said, “Hello, my name is Jasmine Vance.” “Your name doesn’t matter, little sister. Go play somewhere else. Don’t bother us.” I smirked dismissively, waving my hand. “Sister, this is the banquet Dad is holding for me. How can you treat me like this?” Jasmine’s voice trembled; she sounded deeply wronged. But in my previous life, when she took everything from me with that innocent smile, there wasn’t a hint of sadness on her face, was there? “If you can’t handle it, call the cops. See if they care.” I let others mock her, even leading the taunts myself. Someone interrupted it all. “You’re Cassidy Sterling?” “I didn’t expect you to be so harsh to your own sister, completely devoid of sympathy.” Striding forward was Caleb Thorne, the Thorne family heir. He was just as he had been in my past life, drawn to weak, fragile women. Or rather, drawn to Jasmine. “Who could be as chivalrous as Sir Thorne?” I feigned politeness. Because… I couldn’t afford to offend him. “Miss Sterling, you should go back and read some more. You have no sense of honor or propriety.” Caleb Thorne dropped that line, then left with Jasmine. “Cassidy, your stepsister is something else. She just met him, and she’s already got Caleb Thorne’s attention?” “Don’t let her snatch your fiancé in the end.” My friend’s warning made me a little distracted. The Sterling and Thorne families had a childhood betrothal, arranged by our elders. My grandfather and Caleb Thorne’s grandfather were war buddies, who had endured hardships together. So, after they both retired from service and successfully started their own businesses, they set up this arrangement. However, Caleb Thorne’s father had caught a lucky break in his youth, and since then, his net worth had skyrocketed. He was now the wealthiest man in the city. Here, Caleb Thorne could pretty much do whatever he wanted; no one dared cross him. Marrying Caleb Thorne was the fantasy of many women. I had never liked him since I was a child; I found him hypocritical and falsely righteous.

But I knew I would marry him, because compared to men, status and wealth were eternal. This life was no exception. Jasmine couldn’t steal what was mine. I hired a few thugs to rough up Jasmine. If she came home covered in bruises the next day, everyone would know her reputation was ruined. But as I went to the underground parking garage to get my car, I saw a few guys loitering around it. “Boss, aren’t we supposed to kidnap the second Miss Sterling?” “What do you know? Didn’t you see the second Miss Sterling get into Sir Thorne’s car?” “Yeah, go ahead and get yourself killed if you want.” “So, what are we doing now?” “Of course, we’re kidnapping the first Miss Sterling! We’ll get a bigger reward from Sir Thorne, won’t we?” Hearing their discussion, I was terrified and ran back frantically. My heels clacked loudly on the ground. The thugs immediately spotted me and chased after me quickly. “Sir, please help me!” I bumped into someone and immediately cried for help. I didn’t expect it to be Julian Reid, the new rich guy in town. His ruthless business tactics were infamous, as was his reputation for being completely aloof with women. I’d just pulled a dramatic move by bumping into him. Was he going to think I was trying to stage some kind of dramatic scene to get his attention? In my previous life, Julian Reid’s beloved was Jasmine. How they met, I had no idea. Could it be… this kidnapping? “Please!” I clutched Julian Reid’s arm, my eyes almost pleading. But he simply pried my fingers off without a word, then walked towards his car. After the car remote unlocked, the thugs closed in on me. I was distraught, my mind a mess. Why could Jasmine capture his attention, but I couldn’t? Was I, a bad person, destined for bad things? But the good I did in my previous life didn’t yield any results either! The thugs’ reeking hands made my mental state tense. “Get away! All of you, get away!” I ripped off my heels, using their thin, sharp heels to strike at them frantically. Each blow opened a bloody gash. No one could save me; I had to save myself. If I couldn’t escape their grasp, I’d make sure it was a mutual destruction. A luxury car suddenly sped over, directly hitting and sending two of the men flying. The window rolled down, revealing Julian Reid’s cold profile. Before he could say anything, I hopped into the car. Only after the car drove away did my heart finally calm down. “You… do you think I deliberately tried to get your attention?” I broke the silence. To my surprise, Julian Reid slammed on the brakes. Not wearing a seatbelt, my forehead hit the dashboard. I winced, about to complain. “Get out.” “You’re safe now.” I looked around at the silent, dark streets, my eyes wide. But I still chose to get out. “Julian Reid, I’ll remember you.” What answered me was the car’s exhaust, speeding away into the night. He really didn’t hold back. No wonder people said he was heartless. My heels, stained with blood, had been thrown away before I got into the car. Now, I was barefoot, hailing a taxi home, which worried my mom terribly. “Cassidy, where are your shoes? Does your foot hurt?!” “Didn’t like them, threw them away.” I replied nonchalantly, and my mom finally relaxed. After showering, I immediately went to Jasmine’s room. She was leisurely applying a face mask. She jumped when she saw me. “Sister?” “Why are you back?” “Why shouldn’t I be back? I’m just curious, how did you get Caleb Thorne to drive you home after your first meeting?” I ripped the mask off her face, rubbing it off on her clothes with a hint of disgust.

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When Freddie Anderson was promoted to Washington, he submitted a list of accompanying family members to the government. Two names were written on that list. One was our son Bobby Anderson, and the other was Rosie Scott, who had worked with him in the countryside. Life in the countryside was harsh, and he couldn’t possibly leave Bobby here to suffer. As for Rosie, he had long promised to bring her back to Washington with him. As for me, his wife, I should be generous enough to let go and give the opportunity to someone else. Freddie said, “You’re just a country woman. You’d be useless in Washington. Rosie is educated and cultured—she’s more suitable than you. When there’s a chance later, Bobby and I will come back for you.” Hearing his dismissive words, my heart felt like it had been shattered by a heavy hammer. But there was one thing he didn’t know. Although I had lived in the countryside longer than him, I wasn’t the ignorant country woman he claimed I was. I was the talent Washington wanted most. The promotion opportunity he received was one I had voluntarily given up. ***** I returned home dejectedly, hearing cheerful laughter coming from inside the house. When he saw me come back, Freddie immediately wiped the smile off his face and glanced at me coldly. He said, “Since you’re back, hurry up and cook dinner. We’re all waiting for you.” Freddie didn’t ask why I had come home so late today. He also didn’t mention the list of accompanying personnel that had already been submitted. When Freddie first came to work in the countryside, he fell in love with me at first sight and would stutter every time he spoke to me. Back then, I hadn’t planned on romance, but Freddie would always follow behind me with a red face. Over time, I gradually opened my heart and agreed to be with him. When we first got married, Freddie said he would return to Washington someday and promised to show me around the city where he was born. But I don’t know when it started—I fell deeper and deeper into this relationship while Freddie became less affectionate toward me than before. Rosie walked out of Freddie’s room wearing the formal dress I had always treasured. She smiled happily, her eyes full of youthful vitality. The white dress made her face look even more delicate. Meanwhile, after years of hard work, fine wrinkles had already appeared at the corners of my eyes. When Rosie saw me, she covered her mouth with her fingertips and let out a soft gasp of surprise. She said, “Isabella, you’re back. My clothes got wet by accident, so Freddie found me an outfit to change into. Isabella, you don’t mind, do you?” Isabella Mackay is my name. Rosie spoke apologetically, but her eyes were full of smugness. I suppressed my anger and said stiffly, “You changed just because he told you to? Can’t you see this is the dress I wore at my wedding? Changing clothes in another woman’s husband’s house—don’t you understand what’s proper? What’s shameful?” Rosie was stunned by my words, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes. She said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Freddie suddenly slammed the table and shouted at me, “Enough! “I’m the one who gave Rosie the clothes. If you have a problem with it, take it up with me. Why are you taking it out on her? “Rosie’s clothes were wet. Did you want her to keep wearing wet clothes? Can’t you stop being so selfish?” I bit my lip tightly, unable to believe that Freddie would actually yell at me. Bobby put down his book and frowned as he scolded me, “Mom, it’s just a piece of clothing. You scared Miss Scott. You’re being too petty.” Every word they said made my heart feel like it had fallen into an icy abyss. They were blaming me as if I had done something wrong. Freddie gently wiped away Rosie’s tears. Then he turned to me and said coldly, “Stop being unreasonable and go cook dinner. Rosie is eating here today. “Remember not to add chili peppers. Rosie is on her period and spicy food will make her uncomfortable.” Before I could even react, he turned around and walked away without looking back.

That evening, I deliberately didn’t cook dinner as a form of protest. Seeing this, Freddie didn’t try to coax me. Instead, he took Rosie and Bobby straight to a restaurant for dinner. That night, Freddie and Bobby didn’t come home at all. My plan to confront Freddie about the travel list was derailed just like that. By the next day, the whole village was buzzing about Freddie’s promotion to Washington, saying Bobby and I would be going with him. I hadn’t even fully woken up when a loud slam of the door startled me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, Freddie yanked me out of bed. He roared, “Isabella, what’s the point of pressuring me like this?” I was stunned, having no idea what was happening. Freddie continued, “I don’t know who told you about my Washington assignment, but let me tell you—your name isn’t on the list at all. Stop daydreaming!” Hearing this, I let out a cold laugh. “So what? What exactly are you trying to say?” Freddie sneered, “What are you pretending for? You spread this news around just to force me to replace someone’s name with yours on the list, didn’t you? “You’re just a country woman. What makes you think you’re qualified to go to Washington with me?” At that moment, Freddie finally showed his true colors. Just then, Rosie rushed in after him, her voice choked with tears. “Freddie, I’m the one taking Isabella’s spot. If Isabella’s upset, I can give the position to her. Please don’t fight because of me.” But Bobby, acting like an adult, comforted Rosie instead. “Ms. Scott, don’t cry. That position was meant to be yours anyway. My mom doesn’t understand anything—taking her to Washington would be a waste of an opportunity. You’re the only one suited to come with us.” My husband and son were both gathered around another woman, while I lay disheveled on the floor in my nightclothes. I stared at Freddie in disappointment. I said, “I did know you were going to Washington, and I knew my name wasn’t on the list. But I have no idea how others found out about this. “Shouldn’t you explain why Rosie’s name is the only one on the list of people going with you?” Knowing he was in the wrong, Freddie turned away, unable to meet my eyes. He said, “You’re just a country woman—going to Washington wouldn’t do you any good. Rosie is educated; she’s more suitable than you. When there’s a chance later, Bobby and I will visit you often.” Even Freddie probably didn’t believe such lies himself. I couldn’t help but scoff. “It’s over six hundred miles from here to Washington. How exactly do you plan to visit me often?” Freddie was stumped by my question. He said, “Don’t be so selfish. The opportunity to go to Washington is rare. If we miss this chance, Rosie might never get another opportunity to go back. I know you’ve always been hostile toward Rosie, but there’s nothing dirty between us like you think. We’re completely innocent—stop throwing tantrums.” Bobby crossed his arms, already showing traces of Freddie’s influence, lecturing me like an adult. He said, “Mom, you’re being too selfish. You were born in the countryside anyway, so why not give the chance to return to the city to Ms. Scott? Dad’s right! Only educated people like Ms. Scott deserve to go to Washington with us.” I let out a cold laugh. Bobby seemed to have forgotten that he too was one of those people born in the countryside he spoke of, and that he came from the belly of this very country woman he was dismissing. Whether I went back to Washington or not didn’t matter to me at all. What hurt me was Freddie and Bobby’s attitude. For the sake of an outsider, they came to accuse me without even bothering to understand the situation. Freddie left with his arm around Rosie. Before leaving, he said coldly, “Stay home and reflect on your behavior. Don’t do such childish things again.”

Freddie and Bobby started giving me the cold shoulder. In the past, I would have definitely thought I’d done something wrong and swallowed my pride to please them. But things were different now. I wouldn’t coddle them anymore because I wasn’t the one who’d done anything wrong. They were just trying to use indifference to force me to bow down to them. Bobby finally couldn’t stand it and came to me, acting unnaturally. He said, “Mom, I’ve learned the Pythagorean theorem.” Seeing Bobby’s expectant expression, I suddenly felt bored. Before, even when I thought Bobby was being slow, I would pretend not to understand and let him explain it to me, then praise him lavishly. Bobby would always put on a helpless expression. After explaining, he’d say, “This is all knowledge. Even if I tell you about it, you wouldn’t understand.” But I never expected that after coddling him so much, he’d actually start believing he was a genius. The Pythagorean theorem was such simple knowledge that I’d already figured it out when I was two or three years old. He was almost eight now and had just learned it, yet he had the nerve to come looking for praise. I didn’t have time to coddle him, so I said flatly, “Good, keep working hard.” Bobby didn’t get the response he wanted and got angry. He glared at me fiercely and left. Soon, the government learned that Freddie had gone to Washington without bringing his wife, so they sent someone to our house to inquire about the situation. Freddie put on a serious act and said, “Rosie is an educated person. Taking her to Washington would benefit both her personal development and the country’s. When it comes to national interests, my small family doesn’t matter. My wife is very supportive of my decision.” The government was moved by this kind of behavior that put the greater good first and approved a subsidy for our family. But when the subsidy came through, I didn’t see a single cent of it. When I found Freddie, he was shopping in the county town with Bobby and Rosie. He was already carrying several bags, most of which contained women’s clothing. He asked, “What are you doing here? Instead of staying home to clean house and cook, what are you doing out here?” Freddie put on an arrogant attitude, lifting his chin to look at me, waiting for me to bow down and apologize to him. But I wasn’t there to apologize. “Freddie, where’s the money the government gave me?” Freddie said coldly, “What money of yours? This money is nominally for you, but it’s actually because I got promoted to Washington that the leadership gave it. How did it become yours? I can spend it on whoever I want—you have no right to interfere. “Besides, you don’t need this money at all living in the village. The cost of living in Washington is very high. Rosie and I, taking Bobby there to live—this money isn’t nearly enough.” Looking at Freddie acting so self-righteous, I was completely disappointed in them. I said coldly, “You better give me back that money right now, or I’ll sue you. This is called misappropriating someone else’s property, and then you won’t be able to go back to Washington.” Freddie’s eyes widened with anger: “Crazy woman! You’re being completely unreasonable!” Rosie was more afraid than anyone of not being able to go to Washington, so she immediately started crying and grabbed Freddie’s sleeve. She said, “Freddie, Isabella is already angry. Please give the money back to Isabella. I don’t need these things.” Freddie shielded Rosie behind him and stamped his feet anxiously: “You jealous woman just don’t like Rosie. If you insist on having this money today, then let’s get divorced.” Bobby also joined Freddie in calling me vicious and said he’d never talk to me again. But I wasn’t affected by them at all. A crowd gradually gathered around us, whispering and discussing. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so naturally I wasn’t afraid of their gossip. But Freddie and Rosie couldn’t stand it, and in the end, they gave me back the money.

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All of Hugo Taylor’s friends knew that Phoebe Hamilton was just a player from another world. When the time came, she would leave. Even so, Hugo had fallen deeply in love with her. The first Christmas, Hugo risked his life climbing Mount Everest just to express his love to Phoebe at the top of the world. The second Christmas, Hugo voluntarily donated his kidney to Phoebe’s friend just to stop her tears. The third Christmas, Hugo endured fifteen lashes from his family just so Phoebe could openly become a member of the Taylor family. The fourth Christmas, Hugo spent lavishly at an auction just to prepare an expensive wedding gift for Phoebe. The fifth Christmas, Hugo broadcast live globally, offering all his wealth in front of everyone just to make Phoebe marry him. Everyone called him a fool, but he said: “Love has never been a game for the clever. Everyone else wants to win this game, but I only want Phoebe.” Finally, Hugo touched Phoebe’s heart, making her willing to abandon everything and stay in this world. Only seven days remained until their wedding. Phoebe was about to go shopping but realized she’d forgotten her purse, so she turned back to get it. She saw Hugo leaving the villa, sneaking toward the warehouse. Phoebe remembered that place only stored some discarded items. She wondered: “What’s Hugo doing there?” By the time Phoebe realized it, she was already following Hugo. The warehouse door opened, dust flying everywhere. Hugo was a germaphobe, yet now he didn’t care at all. He walked to the edge of the warehouse, feeling around for something. After a while, the wall on the right side of the warehouse slowly opened from the middle. There was actually a secret room here. Phoebe covered her mouth, making no sound. She carefully followed Hugo into the secret room. Soon, a crystal coffin appeared before Phoebe. The woman in the coffin had pale skin and colorless lips, clearly dead for a long time. Yet her body showed no signs of decay whatsoever. Hugo said tenderly: “Emilia, I’ve come to see you. In seven more days, you’ll be able to return to my side.” Hugo knelt beside the coffin, holding the woman’s hand. He looked so devoted, yet filled with profound sadness. Phoebe froze. This familiar name reminded her of someone—Emilia Ferguson. Emilia was Hugo’s first love, who had died the Christmas before Phoebe appeared. Phoebe knew Hugo had loved her deeply before. But how could Emilia, who had been dead for so many Christmases, appear here? Soon, Hugo’s next words answered Phoebe’s confusion. He said: “Emilia, how could you bear to leave me alone? But fortunately, with the heart of someone from another world, I can bring you back to life. If it weren’t for the fact that only through successful conquest, making someone from another world willingly stay, can her soul and body merge as one, I wouldn’t have waited five long Christmases. Emilia, we’ll be together again soon.” Hugo pressed his face into Emilia’s palm. Though it was such a tender scene, it filled Phoebe with chills. Her body trembled uncontrollably, even her soul was terrified. Just then, Hugo’s phone rang. The moment he turned around, Phoebe immediately hid behind the wall. Tears blurred her vision, but her hearing became more acute. The person on the phone said: “Hugo, everything’s ready.” Hugo said: “Good. We’ll act on the wedding day.” The person on the phone asked: “Hugo, Phoebe has been with you for five Christmases after all. Isn’t this going too far?” Hugo snorted coldly and said: “She’s the one who’s foolish. Who can she blame? Besides, she can’t go back now. Nothing can be changed.” Phoebe didn’t even know how she walked out of that secret room. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground after walking less than three hundred feet. The physical pain brought Phoebe back to her senses. She removed the ring from her pinky finger and swallowed the pain in her heart. Then she said in her mind: “System, I regret this.” “Regret index detected rising. System resuming service for you.” The electronic voice that had been absent for so long reappeared in Phoebe’s mind. She slowly exhaled, tears glimmering in her eyes. Phoebe said: “System, I want to go home.” No one knew that after a host chose to stay in this world, the system would monitor them for three months. Within those three months, as long as the host had regrets, they could return to their original world. Today was the last day. The system said: “Understood. As punishment for your indulgence in romance, at the wedding seven days from now, when you personally kill the target, you can go home.” Hugo returned home in the evening. He immediately noticed Phoebe sitting on the sofa in a daze, and his cheerful expression instantly faded. “What’s wrong, Phoebe? Why are you sitting here all alone looking so lost?” Hugo approached with a smile, his voice as gentle as always. The next second, he saw Phoebe’s bleeding knee, and his expression immediately turned frantic. “What happened to your knee? Did you fall? “Why didn’t you treat the wound? What if it gets infected? “You really can’t take care of yourself without me.” Though Hugo was complaining, he immediately fetched the medical kit to treat Phoebe’s wound. He knelt in front of Phoebe, his movements gentle. Phoebe asked, “Hugo, do you love me?” The sudden question made Hugo’s hands pause for a moment. Without looking up, Hugo smiled and said, “Why are you suddenly asking this? Of course I love you. “Phoebe, can’t you see how much I love you?” Of course Phoebe could see it. It was precisely because she had seen so much of his love that when the harsh reality was exposed, she felt so helpless and confused. After Hugo finished applying medicine to Phoebe’s wound, he stood up and sat beside her. “What’s wrong? Did someone say something to you? “Phoebe, don’t listen to their attempts to drive a wedge between us.” Hugo took Phoebe’s hand in his. The rings on their fingers complemented each other, so dazzling. Phoebe remembered that four Christmases ago, someone had also told her that Hugo didn’t truly love her. Later, when Hugo found out about this, she never saw that person again. In the past, Phoebe thought it was because Hugo loved her so much that he wouldn’t allow any flaws in their relationship. Now, thinking back, it might have been because he was worried his plan would be exposed, which made him angry. Phoebe looked down at their intertwined hands. Then she said softly, “In that case, Hugo, we’re getting married soon. “I’ve already organized the things in your study for you.” Hugo, who had been looking gentle just moments before, immediately changed his expression. “What did you say?” Hugo tightened his grip, making Phoebe wince in pain. “I said, I organized the things in your study… Ah!” Before Phoebe could finish speaking, Hugo threw her aside. She fell to the ground, and her barely healed wound began bleeding again. “Who gave you permission to touch the things in my study? Phoebe, what do you think you are?” Hugo’s tall frame was imposing and oppressive, making it hard for Phoebe to breathe. Phoebe wasn’t allowed to enter Hugo’s study, but she knew that most of the things there belonged to Emilia. She endured the pain and stood up from the ground. Then she said, “Hugo, the past is in the past. What matters is the present and the future, isn’t it? “I’ll always be with you. I…” Hugo roared, “Get out!” He looked at Phoebe as if she were a complete stranger. Only at this moment did Phoebe finally understand the difference between herself and Emilia. After all, the dead don’t compete with the living for affection. After saying this, Hugo strode toward the door. Phoebe watched his retreating figure, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart finally died. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Phoebe said in her heart, “System, I agree. I will kill Hugo.”

Late at night, Phoebe was awakened by thunder. Hugo hadn’t returned yet, but his friends had already called several times. Phoebe finally answered the eighth call. The man on the other end said urgently, “Phoebe, you need to come to the bar right away. Hugo’s had too much to drink and keeps calling your name. We don’t know what to do. Did you two have a fight? You’re getting married soon.” His tone was rushed. But Phoebe recognized him as the person who had called Hugo earlier that day. She didn’t know how many people were involved in this hunt, or how many knew about it. Phoebe sat up in bed, hesitated for a moment, then said, “Alright, I understand.” To ensure she could successfully return home on her wedding day, Phoebe didn’t want any accidents to occur. She also didn’t want them to notice anything unusual. It was pouring rain outside. By the time Phoebe reached the bar, her pants were soaked through at the ankles. Hugo lay alone on the couch, surrounded by his standing friends. When they saw Phoebe arrive, they hurried to persuade her. One man said, “Phoebe, you’re finally here. Hugo treats you so well—why do you insist on fighting with him?” Another man added, “Yeah, Phoebe, don’t forget who you depend on for your current lifestyle. Besides, other than staying by Hugo’s side, where else could you go now?” Phoebe’s gaze swept across their faces. They spoke words of concern, but their eyes showed little genuine worry. She said nothing, crouching beside the couch to pat Hugo’s face. Then she said, “Hugo, are you still awake?” Hugo opened his eyes slightly. Seeing Phoebe, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. He said, “Phoebe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know I was wrong, Phoebe. I just needed time to adjust. You know I’m someone who clings to the past. Phoebe, I was wrong. I’ll never do this again. Don’t leave me.” Hugo’s voice was slurred, as if he really had been drinking heavily. But Phoebe knew this wasn’t how Hugo acted when he was truly drunk. She had taken care of a drunk Hugo many times—how could she mistake his behavior? Hugo was simply using the pretense of being drunk to smooth over their relationship. Phoebe said, “Okay, I understand. I’ll take you home.” With help from the others, Phoebe lifted Hugo from the couch. His steps were unsteady, but each one was planted firmly. That night, caring for the “drunk” Hugo, Phoebe barely slept at all. The next day, when she woke up, Hugo had already left for the office. A note was left beside the bed in Hugo’s handwriting: [Phoebe, thank you for last night. I was wrong. I’ll bring you a gift when I come home tonight.] Every time he made Phoebe angry, Hugo would apologize this way. But the past tenderness now seemed laughable to Phoebe. Phoebe calmly crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into the trash. Since arriving in this world, she had continued her profession as a fashion designer. With Hugo’s help, her career had flourished. Even her wedding dress was Phoebe’s own design. For this wedding dress, Phoebe had invested tremendous energy, staying up several nights to finally create a satisfactory sketch. She had even made the wedding dress herself, never letting anyone else help. But however satisfied she had been with this wedding dress before, she now found it equally repulsive. Phoebe picked up scissors, wanting to destroy it, but since she had made it with her own hands, she couldn’t bear to do it. In the end, she could only cover the wedding dress with fabric and set it aside. That day, Phoebe worked late into the night to complete orders as quickly as possible. She hadn’t replied to Hugo’s messages all day. Only one lamp illuminated the late-night studio. Phoebe worked with intense focus, not daring to slack off for a moment. This concentration meant that when she noticed the sparks beginning to ignite, it was already too late. The thick carbon dioxide made it hard for Phoebe to breathe. She bent over, covering her nose and mouth, trying to escape outside. However, flames blocked Phoebe’s escape route. The studio was packed with fabric, and the fire spread incredibly fast. Phoebe tried several times but couldn’t get out. She could only watch helplessly as all her hard work was consumed by the flames. Ash blurred her vision, and sharp pain shot through her lungs—each breath felt like torture. Finally, Phoebe collapsed from exhaustion. In the last moment before losing consciousness, she saw firefighters rushing toward her. After what felt like an eternity, Phoebe’s consciousness gradually returned. But her body wouldn’t obey her, as if she were trapped inside a puppet. Then she heard a man’s low voice nearby—a voice that sounded familiar. “Is everything cleaned up? Are you sure there’s no trace left?” “I know those things were important to Phoebe. But she lost Emilia’s belongings, so she had to pay the price.” “Now we’re even.” It was Hugo’s voice. Phoebe’s hands instinctively gripped the bedsheets. She kept her eyes closed as tears slid down from the corners. When Phoebe fully regained consciousness, it was already noon on the third day. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her assistant Ruby Simpson keeping watch by her bedside. “Ms. Hamilton, you’re finally awake. You nearly scared me to death,” Ruby said. Her eyes were red and swollen, her voice choked with emotion. With Ruby’s help, Phoebe sat up and tried to speak, only to find she couldn’t make a sound. “Ms. Hamilton, don’t worry. The doctor said you inhaled too much smoke and dust—it’s normal not to be able to speak right after waking up,” Ruby comforted her. “You’ll be fine in a little while.” Only then did Phoebe feel relieved. She typed on her phone: [What happened to the clothes in the studio?] “By the time the firefighters arrived, all the clothes and design sketches had burned up. They only managed to save a few computers, but those were badly damaged too,” Ruby said. “Ms. Hamilton, I’m afraid we won’t be able to complete this order.” Ruby looked dejected, her eyes filled with frustration. Phoebe slumped back against the hospital bed, staring blankly at her fingers. The ring that symbolized her love with Hugo still sparkled brightly. But Hugo’s words that she’d heard in her semi-conscious state kept echoing in her mind. Hugo knew she was still working overtime, yet he hadn’t hesitated to set that fire. Did it not matter what harm came to her as long as she didn’t die? Phoebe slowly closed her eyes, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. She continued typing on her phone: [There’s something wrong with this fire. Go investigate it.] Ruby’s expression changed. Just as she was about to speak, the hospital room door was pushed open. Phoebe immediately turned off her phone screen. Hugo strode forward, pushing Ruby aside and grabbing Phoebe’s hand. “Phoebe, you’re finally awake. I was so worried about you,” he said. The Hugo before her looked deeply affectionate, and Phoebe couldn’t detect any flaws in his act. However, Phoebe’s heart remained completely unmoved. Hugo continued, “I know you really wanted to wear a wedding dress you designed yourself, but… it’s okay, Phoebe. I already prepared a backup plan. What do you think of this wedding dress?” Hugo pulled out his phone and showed her a photo of the wedding dress. Phoebe had to admit that from a designer’s perspective, this wedding dress was flawless. But the person who had once worn this dress was none other than Emilia.

Phoebe’s hand suddenly gripped Hugo’s arm. Hugo explained, “Emilia used to work as a bridal model for a while. This photo was just taken by chance. Phoebe, don’t overthink it. But I know you’re the most understanding person, so you definitely won’t get upset over something so trivial.” Hugo pulled his hand away and gently stroked Phoebe’s head. He was too confident, certain that Phoebe would never leave him. So his five years of pretended devotion finally showed its cracks in this moment. Phoebe suppressed the anger in her heart and smiled at Hugo. That day, Phoebe was discharged from the hospital and went home with Hugo. In just three days, Phoebe discovered that many things in the house had changed. Her favorite lilies had been replaced, and the entire hall was now filled with vibrant roses. Medieval oil paintings hung on the walls, and the carpet had been changed to a Bohemian style that Phoebe disliked. Even all the dinnerware had been replaced with new sets. Hugo stood behind Phoebe and said softly, “We’re getting married soon, so it’s better to replace everything in the house with new things. It’s also a nice symbol.” Phoebe had her back to him, so he couldn’t see the coldness on her face. The roses, oil paintings, carpet, and dinnerware were all things Emilia liked. With three days left until their wedding, was Hugo already this impatient? Phoebe said nothing and pretended not to notice anything. But Hugo became increasingly brazen, even replacing all of Phoebe’s clothes with styles that Emilia preferred. He called it “trying a different style.” On this day, with two days left until their wedding, Hugo took Phoebe directly to a banquet hosted by the Ferguson family. The moment they stepped into the banquet hall, everyone’s eyes fell on them. Years ago, everyone knew about Hugo and Emilia’s romance. They were about to get engaged when Emilia died from illness. Later, Hugo maintained contact with the Ferguson family. Until five years ago, when Phoebe appeared. “Hugo, is this your fiancée?” A woman who bore a five-point resemblance to Emilia walked up to them. She wore a gentle smile on her face, but her gaze toward Phoebe was particularly cold. Hugo smiled and said, “Long time no see, Freya. Phoebe, this is Emilia’s sister, Freya Ferguson.” Freya smiled and linked arms with Phoebe. She said softly, “Phoebe, I really envy you for being able to marry such a wonderful man like Hugo. Unfortunately, my sister Emilia didn’t have that kind of luck.” Phoebe wanted to say, “Want me to give you this luck?” But she maintained her smile on the surface. Freya smiled and said, “Hugo, go ahead and mingle. Just leave Phoebe with me.” Hugo said, “Thank you for that.” He reached out and patted Freya’s head, then turned and walked away. Freya was quite popular, and many people greeted her along the way. Phoebe couldn’t figure out her intentions, so she could only follow cautiously beside her. It wasn’t until they reached a quiet corner with fewer people that Freya finally revealed her true purpose. She said coldly, “Phoebe, what right do you have to marry Hugo?” Freya’s smile disappeared, replaced by resentment and jealousy. Phoebe took a step back and asked warily, “What are you trying to do?” Freya said coldly, “You women are like flies—you can never kill them all. I originally thought that after Emilia died, it would be my turn to marry Hugo. But what happened? Hugo did notice me, but every time he looked at me, he was seeing Emilia through me. Phoebe, you’re the least qualified of all. You’re the one who should disappear.” Just when Phoebe thought Freya was about to do something to her, Freya suddenly fell backward. Her body crashed heavily into the table. Immediately, all the knives and forks on the table fell down, and one happened to land on Freya’s face. That face, which bore a five-point resemblance to Emilia, immediately showed a bloody gash. Freya cried out, “My face!” Freya covered her face, letting out an agonizing scream. Blood seeped through her fingers, dripping onto her light-colored haute couture gown—a horrifying sight. Though Phoebe had anticipated Freya would frame her, the scene before her left her frozen in shock. The commotion quickly drew everyone’s attention. Hugo and Freya’s parents, Blake Ferguson and Maisie Ferguson, hurried over. Blake frowned, asking sternly, “What’s all this arguing about? What happened? Freya, what’s wrong with your face?” Upon seeing Freya’s condition, his expression changed instantly. Panic-stricken, he stepped forward to support Freya’s shoulders. “Freya!” Maisie shrieked, completely losing her usual composure. The couple’s faces turned ashen as they instinctively shot hateful glares at Phoebe. “Dad, Mom, what about my face? What am I going to do now?” Freya’s voice trembled. Tears mixed with blood made her look both pitiful and terrifying. Maisie comforted her, “Don’t be afraid, Freya. We’ll definitely get you healed.” She helped Freya up and immediately led her away from the scene. Despite having seen through Hugo’s true nature, Phoebe instinctively sought comfort from him in that moment. She clutched tightly at Hugo’s sleeve, looking at him anxiously. Phoebe explained, “I didn’t do this, I really didn’t. You have to believe me, Hugo.” However, Hugo merely glanced at her indifferently without saying a word. Blake said angrily, “Mr. Taylor, I graciously invited you to attend this banquet. And what happened? What did your fiancée do to my daughter?” Blake looked both heartbroken and furious. Hugo lowered his head, saying quietly, “I’m sorry. This is my responsibility. But I believe Phoebe didn’t mean it.” Blake cut off Hugo’s words: “So what if she didn’t mean it? It’s already happened. What I want to see is your attitude and the price she’ll pay.” With just a few words, they had condemned Phoebe. Phoebe finally snapped back to reality. The moment Hugo reached for her hand, she yanked it away forcefully. She said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, she did it herself…” Blake said coldly, “Are you saying my daughter destroyed her own face just to frame you?” Looking at Blake’s cold expression, Phoebe stood there stunned, thinking: “Yes. But why? If it was just to frame me, would she really need to go this far? But if it wasn’t to frame me, then what was it for?” Hugo said flatly, “Enough, Phoebe. Since you did something wrong, you need to pay the price. I know you don’t like Emilia, and you don’t like Freya either. But this time, you’ve gone too far.” His tone was calm, but his eyes held deep sadness as he looked at Phoebe. Then Hugo reached out, gently caressing Phoebe’s face. He said, “Phoebe, trust me. Even if you lose this face, I’ll still love you.” Hugo’s voice was gentle, but Phoebe felt utterly terrified. She looked at Hugo in disbelief. This man who had once donated his kidney for her without hesitation was now ready to destroy her face just as readily. Tears of terror slid down Phoebe’s cheeks. She shook her head, backing away step by step. Phoebe cried, “No, Hugo, you can’t do this to me. I didn’t do anything. Why are you all treating me like this?” Phoebe turned to flee, but heard Hugo’s demonic whisper behind her. He said, “Grab her.” Almost as soon as he finished speaking, two men rushed out from the crowd and seized Phoebe’s arms. Phoebe struggled desperately, but it was useless. She could only watch helplessly as Hugo approached her slowly, knife in hand. Phoebe roared, “Let me go! Let me go! Hugo, you can’t do this! You can’t treat me like this! Let me go! Please, Hugo. I’m begging you. I shouldn’t have thrown away Emilia’s things. I was wrong. I know I was wrong.” Phoebe’s pleas didn’t soften Hugo’s heart. His hand didn’t tremble in the slightest. The next second, the knife’s edge touched Phoebe’s face. “Ah!” Phoebe screamed. Phoebe passed out from the pain. When she woke up again, she was lying in her bed at home. It wasn’t until the bandages were changed that evening that she truly saw her face. Looking at the mirror, Phoebe stared at her reflection—a face covered in knife wounds, fierce and terrifying—and could hardly believe it was her own. Hugo had clearly been ruthless that day; some of the wounds had edges where the flesh had curled back. The day before the wedding, Phoebe spotted Freya sneaking into the house from her bedroom window. Curious, Phoebe quietly slipped downstairs, avoiding the servants. She saw Hugo receiving Freya in the courtyard. Hiding behind a large tree, Phoebe eavesdropped on their conversation. Freya said, “Hugo, didn’t you promise that if I framed her and let her ruin my face, you would marry me? Why are you still going through with marrying her? Why?” No wonder Freya had been so desperate to destroy her own face—it was Hugo who had instigated it. Phoebe felt terrified. Compared to Freya’s urgency, Hugo appeared completely composed. He reached out to embrace Freya, gently caressing her face before saying, “Of course I’ll keep my promise. On the wedding day, make sure you dress nicely.” Freya’s face flushed with color, clearly misunderstanding Hugo’s words. She flirted with Hugo for a while longer before reluctantly leaving at his urging. Phoebe peered out, watching Hugo’s retreating figure. After Freya left, Hugo quickly stripped off his jacket and threw it on the ground in disgust. He said, “Disgusting. She actually wants to be with her sister’s boyfriend—what a slut! If it weren’t for her face bearing some resemblance to Emilia’s, I wouldn’t bother with her. Now Emilia’s face is truly one of a kind in this world. After tomorrow’s wedding is over, Emilia and I can finally be together forever.” Hugo’s expression looked somewhat crazed. Phoebe shuddered and turned off her phone’s recording function. On the wedding day, there were particularly many guests. To maintain his image as a good man, Hugo threw a lavish wedding. He not only spent a fortune on the wedding venue but even arranged for a global live broadcast. Phoebe’s facial wounds hadn’t healed yet, so she could only temporarily hide them with her veil. Looking at herself in the mirror, Phoebe wore a mocking expression. Without makeup and wearing someone else’s wedding dress, she was probably the first person to experience such a wedding. Phoebe left the dressing room, and the wedding ceremony officially began. The two walked to the minister’s side and held hands under his guidance. Hugo looked deeply moved, even with tears in his eyes. He said, “Phoebe, from the moment I first met you five years ago, I knew I had to marry you in this lifetime. These five years have flown by because of your companionship. Today, we’ve finally reached our wedding day. Phoebe, will you marry me?” Hugo’s tone held no hesitation, certain that Phoebe would agree. Phoebe smiled, but her words were ice-cold: “Of course I won’t. I won’t marry a murderer who wants to kill me.” As soon as Phoebe finished speaking, the guests below fell into immediate silence. Then came an even louder buzz of discussion than before. Hugo’s face darkened, but he still forced a smile and said, “Phoebe, what are you talking about? What murderer? Did someone tell you something? How could I bear to hurt you?” Phoebe looked toward Ruby in the audience, and Ruby, under Hugo’s murderous glare, quickly stepped forward and handed Phoebe her phone. Immediately, Phoebe opened the phone and played a surveillance video. She said, “This surveillance footage is from outside my studio at Spaghetti, recorded on the day my studio caught fire. Hugo, you should recognize this man in the video, shouldn’t you?” Hugo’s face changed, and he said through gritted teeth, “That person is indeed my driver, but I had absolutely no knowledge of this. It was entirely his own doing. Phoebe, everyone knows how well I’ve treated you these past five Christmases. How can you doubt my feelings for you based on one video?” Hugo frowned and lowered his voice, putting on a wounded and aggrieved expression. But Phoebe remained unfazed and pulled out a voice recorder, saying, “Regarding what just happened, you claim he acted alone, but surely you can’t deny this, can you?” The next second, Hugo’s voice echoed throughout the entire venue: “Once tomorrow’s wedding is over, Emilia and I can finally be together forever.” His face instantly turned pale. Below the stage, Freya’s eyes widened as she roared in fury, “You lied! You deceived me! Hugo, you clearly promised me that as long as Phoebe’s face was ruined, you would marry me. Hugo, how dare you lie to me!” Upon hearing this, Freya completely lost her mind and loudly accused him. If not for the bodyguards restraining her, she would have already rushed onto the stage. Looking at the silent Hugo, Phoebe sneered, “You want to use my heart to revive your lover? Hugo, that’s absolutely impossible.” Phoebe lifted her wedding dress and pulled out the dagger strapped to her calf. Hugo shouted in shock, “What are you doing? Phoebe, don’t do anything foolish! Stop her! Don’t let her—” Before Hugo could finish his words, Phoebe had already plunged the blade deep into his heart. He thought Phoebe was going to commit suicide, never expecting she intended to kill him. Blood gushed out as Hugo collapsed heavily to the ground. Even now, he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened—why would Phoebe, who once loved him enough to risk her life, become the one to kill him? The scene erupted into chaos. The moment Hugo closed his eyes, Phoebe’s soul was extracted from her body, and a pleasant electronic voice rang in her ears: “Host, congratulations on completing your mission. You may prepare to go home now.”

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To take care of Lydia Gray, who had been assigned to work in the countryside, Parker Wright voluntarily applied to work in rural areas for three years. Before leaving, he held my hand and said, “You need to save money at home and prepare for our wedding. I’ll marry you as soon as I get back.” I scoffed inwardly: “Save money for the wedding?” The moment he left, I started living it up—eating and drinking well. A year later, Parker, who was supposed to be in the countryside, returned home with Lydia to borrow money. They walked in on me, eight months pregnant, lying on the couch eating snacks and watching TV. Parker pointed at my belly, his hands trembling as he asked, “I’ve been gone for a year. How are you pregnant?” I said, “You came back too early. By the time you were supposed to return, my child would’ve been old enough to help with chores.” Parker was so furious he could barely breathe. “You had an affair with another man and got pregnant, and you dare say something like that! Tell me, whose child is in your belly?” I frowned in displeasure. “How can you talk like that?” Parker was livid, stepping closer to me. “I left home for a year, and you had a child with another man. What is this?” I stepped back in disgust as he grabbed the snack bag I’d been eating from and scattered the contents all over the floor. Parker continued, “And you’re still living in my house—shameless!” Seeing his rage, I sneered and shot back, “I’m counting on Millie to take care of me, so of course I’m staying here. You two are living so miserably—what are you even doing back?” Millie Wright is Parker’s mother. Parker slapped me across the face. My cheek instantly burned with pain as I stared at him in shock. His eyes were bloodshot, both hands gripping my arms tightly. “I’m the head of this household, you shameless woman—get out!” Parker shoved me hard against the table. My stomach immediately felt uncomfortable, but I forced down my anger. I wanted to tell them I had already married Parker’s brother, William Wright. But before I could speak, Lydia let out a shriek. Lydia said, “Parker, she’s living here because she wants to spend William’s money. Everyone knows William made a lot of money after graduating college. She must have told William the baby is yours, so William let her stay in the house. Otherwise, how could William possibly let her live here in comfort?” I frowned at Lydia. “Are you insane? Haven’t you considered that this child might be William’s?” After I said this, both of them burst into laughter. Lydia laughed, “Shameless! Everyone knows William only focuses on his studies. When people try to set him up with girlfriends, he refuses them all.” Parker chimed in, “You obviously don’t know that William already has someone he likes. After finding out that woman got engaged, he even considered never getting married.” He stepped forward and grabbed my chin. “You woman, eating our food, using our things, having affairs with other men, and now trying to slander William. I’m definitely going to teach you a lesson today.” I said, “If you dare hit me, when William comes back…” Before I could finish, he punched me in the face. The intense pain made my stomach ache. I gritted my teeth hard, sweat beading on my forehead from the pain. Parker glared at me viciously. “When William comes back, I’ll still teach you a lesson. I’m going to let everyone see what a shameless woman you are.” Parker grabbed my clothes and dragged me outside. My stomach hurt, and I had no strength to break free. He threw me directly onto the ground. Fortunately, I managed to brace myself with my hands first, preventing my belly from taking the impact. I lay on the ground, curling up as much as possible to protect the child in my womb. But then Parker kicked me hard. “You had the nerve to do such things, but now you don’t have the nerve to admit it?” Parker crouched down and yanked my hair, forcing me to lift my head. The neighbors around us heard the commotion and came over to see what was happening. One neighbor cried out in alarm, trying to intervene. “Parker, Valentina is pregnant!” Valentina Perez is my name. But Lydia said, “This shameless woman Valentina actually got involved with another man while Parker was away from home. She’s still living in the Wright house, deceiving William into taking care of her. The Wright family isn’t one to be fooled and tarnished by a woman like her. Today, Parker is going to teach this woman a lesson and set things straight in this household.”

After Lydia finished speaking, Parker kicked me again. He said viciously, “I’ve been struggling and suffering out there, while you’ve been living it up at home spending William’s money.” I gritted my teeth in pain, opening my mouth to defend myself. But Parker slapped me across the face again. My already swollen face became even more unbearably painful. The pain in my lower abdomen grew more intense. I said weakly, “Stop it.” But my trembling voice didn’t make Parker stop—instead, he hit me even harder. Seeing me curl up in agony, the neighbors around us couldn’t stand it anymore. They quickly stepped forward to intervene. Someone said, “Parker, why don’t you wait until William gets back to handle this?” Parker flew into a rage: “This whore has disgraced our entire family, not only ruining my reputation but deceiving William all along. “I don’t need to wait for William to come back. I’m going to beat this bitch to death today.” Lydia quickly chimed in: “Valentina has been fooling around with other men behind William’s back, and still made William and Millie take care of her. She’s so shameless! “If Parker hadn’t caught her, she would have kept getting away with it.” Everyone around was stunned after hearing Lydia’s words. They thought I had betrayed William and was having an affair that Parker had discovered, so they all started condemning me. Someone said, “Valentina, you’ve gone too far. William is ambitious and hardworking, and Millie takes care of your health every day for the sake of the baby in your belly. How could you do this?” Lydia said, “A slut like Valentina is naturally inclined to bring shame to the family.” As she spoke, she stepped on my hand and ground her heel into it. I trembled all over from the pain as she glared at me menacingly and demanded: “I advise you to confess honestly who your lover is and pay back every penny you’ve spent of the Wright family’s money. Otherwise, I’ll make you face serious consequences.” Parker pressed down on my belly even harder, and I could barely breathe from the pain. I repeatedly called out William’s name in a weak voice. When Parker heard this, he grabbed my throat tightly: “Let me tell you, William is a ruthless man who always gets his revenge. When he finds out how you’ve deceived him, you won’t even keep your life. “With William’s current capabilities, not just you and that bastard in your belly, but your lover and your parents will all be punished too.” Lydia also sneered coldly: “That’s right. William is so devoted to the person he loves that he keeps his feelings hidden to avoid disturbing her life. “You can see what a proud man he is. “If he finds out he’s been deceived by a slut like you, he’ll definitely be furious.” Lydia walked over to Parker with a smile: “Parker, if we help William teach this bitch a lesson now, he’ll definitely thank us when he gets back. “That way, borrowing money from him will definitely go more smoothly.” Parker got excited immediately: “We’ve really done something great by catching this slut. “We were worried that William wouldn’t help us out financially. Now that we’ve discovered how she’s been deceiving him and dealt with her, when he comes back, he’ll definitely thank us properly.”

I spat blood onto Parker, gritting my teeth as I said, “Bullshit! I’m telling you, I’m the one William loves…” Before I could finish, Parker punched me in the stomach. The suffocating pain made me clench my teeth. Parker said, “You still won’t admit it. I’m going to teach you a lesson and show you that the Wright family isn’t to be messed with.” With that, Parker prepared to throw another punch at my stomach. I quickly begged him, “No, don’t hurt my baby.” Parker paused, revealing a terrifying smile. “If you don’t want me to beat that bastard in your belly to death, I have other ways.” He walked into the room and came out with a red-hot branding iron. “A slut like you should be branded so everyone knows you cheated.” I looked up at him in shock. Parker’s face twisted with malice as he stared at me. “This is what you get for betraying me. If you dare not do as I say, I’ll beat that bastard in your belly to death right now!” He raised his fist, clearly not joking. The villagers couldn’t stand watching anymore. A man stepped forward to reason with him. “Parker, Valentina is pregnant after all. Doing this could kill her.” A woman chimed in, “Yes, you should wait until William comes back. When you’re not home, he’s the head of the household. Besides, William has a temper.” Parker roared, “William is my brother! What I say goes! And I’m doing this to defend his honor – how could he blame me?” Then Parker fixed me with a vicious stare. “Valentina, I see you really don’t want that bastard in your belly.” Seeing him about to throw a punch, I quickly said, “I’ll do it. I’ll do what you say.” With trembling hands, I took the branding iron, gritted my teeth, and pressed it hard against my skin. The searing pain instantly spread through my entire body, and I couldn’t help but cry out. My stomach cramped with waves of pain as I curled up on the ground, breaking out in cold sweat. Lydia poured a basin of cold water over me, making my wound sizzle. Seeing my wretched state, Lydia still wasn’t satisfied. She sneered, “Parker, look how much she looks like a sow. I think putting her in the pig pen would be perfect.” Ignoring the pain and cold, I shook my head frantically. “No, don’t throw me in the pig pen.” I was afraid the pigs would ram into me. Parker looked at me with vicious eyes. “That’s not for you to decide.” The moment Lydia opened the pig pen gate, Parker threw me straight inside. I tried to stand up and get away from the pigs, but I was in too much pain to stand. Just then, a pig looked at me menacingly and charged toward me. I could only grit my teeth and crawl desperately away. But I wasn’t as fast as the pig, and it rammed right into me. Parker and Lydia stood aside laughing. Lydia said, “Parker, she’s not even as agile as a pig.” Parker said, “This lying slut tricked my family into taking care of her. She thought she was so clever.” Lydia laughed, “Valentina, run faster. Are you waiting for the boar to mount you?” Parker said, “Slut! I think she’s looking forward to being mounted by the boar.” “Oh my God! Valentina’s bleeding!” someone screamed. Everyone’s eyes fell on my stomach. A woman said, “She’s probably going into labor. Parker, you need to get her out of there or she’ll die.” Parker sneered, “She deserves to die along with the baby in her belly.” Just as Parker finished speaking, a cold voice rang out, filled with rage: “Who do you want to die along with the baby in their belly?” I struggled to lift my head and saw William rushing through the crowd.

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My name is Sarah Hardman. Our company’s new colleague, Ember Jacobs, is an extremely stingy mom. On her first day at work, she brought a bunch of expired snacks that her son wouldn’t eat to share with us. After watching us finish them, she immediately pulled out her payment code and demanded fifty dollars from each of us. During the company team-building event, she refused to participate, claiming she needed to go home to take care of her child. But the next day, she came to me with her phone, asking for money. “You all went out for dinner yesterday, and I was the only one who didn’t go. Since the company can reimburse it anyway, just give me my share in cash.” I was furious and refused her without a second thought, which made her hold a grudge against me. Later, when her son developed a fever in the middle of the night, she called me to drive the company car and take her to the hospital. I refused outright. Because of the delay, her son eventually suffered brain damage from the fever. She blamed everything on me and even ran me over with her car. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she shared those snacks. ***** “Today is my first day at work. There’s a lot I don’t understand about the job, so I hope everyone can help me out.” Before I could react, a pack of baby snacks was shoved into my arms. After checking the production date on the package, I finally confirmed it—I had been reborn. Seeing me staring at the snacks without opening them, Ember immediately urged, “Sarah, hurry up and eat them! These are imported.” I snapped back to reality and forced a smile. “I’ve never had such fancy snacks before. I’ll take them home to enjoy slowly. I still have work to finish.” Hearing this, Ember showed a hint of contempt. “This is nothing. You should hurry up and have a kid. My son is so sick of these things at home.” Listening to her words, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. She claimed these were snacks her son was tired of, but in reality, she was too stingy to give them to her son and let them expire instead. In my previous life, a colleague from HR told me they had hired someone new to share my workload. Although she hadn’t worked for over a year due to having a baby, she had extensive work experience before that. After she joined, the company arranged her desk next to mine for easier communication. Before leaving, our supervisor specifically told her to come to me with any questions. It was that one sentence that pushed me into the abyss. After getting to know Ember, I discovered she was a complete weirdo who constantly bothered me. On her very first day, she gave me expired snacks. Seeing how friendly she seemed, I didn’t think much of it and tore open the package to eat them. Even though they tasted strange, I thought it was just me. But right after I finished eating, she pulled out her payment code and went around asking everyone who had eaten the snacks for money. Not only did I end up in the hospital with food poisoning, but I also lost fifty dollars. From then on, I was constantly on guard against her. But despite all my precautions, I still couldn’t protect myself. Soon after, the company organized a team-building event where we went to a restaurant together. Ember didn’t participate, claiming she needed to go home to take care of her child. I thought that was the end of it, but the next day she came asking me for money. She said, “I already asked around. You guys spent over a hundred dollars per person yesterday. I didn’t participate, but that money should still be mine. How about you give me a hundred dollars?” I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. Since the dinner was organized by the company and paid for by our boss Leon Parker, even if she wanted money, she shouldn’t be asking me for it. “Mr. Parker said to come to you with any problems. You give me the money, then you can ask him for it,” she said matter-of-factly. I refused her unreasonable demand without hesitation, but that made her hold a grudge against me. Later, when her son had a fever, she contacted me in the middle of the night, asking me to drive the company car to take her to the hospital. When I asked why she didn’t drive her own car, she said, “Driving my car wastes so much gas. Come pick me up quickly—the company car doesn’t cost anything anyway.” Before she could finish speaking, I hung up and went back to sleep. But to save on transportation costs, she actually walked to the hospital carrying her child. Because of the delay, her son became mentally disabled, yet she blamed everything on me and killed me. Only after dying once did I understand that Ember was stingy to the extreme, wanting to drain everyone around her dry. This time, I’m going to make her pay the price.

With this thought in mind, I seized the opportunity while Ember was in the restroom to grab the snacks and knock on Manager Zachary Wilson’s office door. In my previous life, I had repeatedly reported Ember’s outrageous behavior to Zachary, but he always urged me to be more tolerant of her, considering she had been unemployed for over a year. Well then, let him experience Ember’s “talents” firsthand. I said, “Mr. Wilson, these are the snacks Ember shared with everyone. Since it’s break time, I thought I’d bring yours to you.” Zachary looked at what I was holding and smiled with satisfaction. “Just set them down there. I’m actually getting a bit hungry.” I placed the snacks down and turned to leave. Before I could even exit his office, I heard him eagerly tearing open the snack bag and digging in. Back at my desk, I continued working, and before I knew it, it was almost time to clock out. Colleagues around the office began packing up their things, preparing to leave for the day. Just then, Ember suddenly stood up and blocked everyone’s path. “Hold on! You all ate my snacks but haven’t paid yet. Pay up before you leave.” She pulled out her payment QR code and pointed it at the colleagues who had eaten the snacks. Several colleagues froze in place. A few exchanged glances, realizing they were dealing with a weirdo, and reluctantly asked, “How much?” Ember immediately demanded fifty dollars. The colleagues who had been ready to pay and be done with it instantly flew into a rage upon hearing the price. “How much? Fifty dollars for a bag of snacks?” Ember replied, “These are imported snacks I brought back from overseas. You’ve probably never had anything this good before. Fifty dollars is already a bargain.” The colleagues’ faces turned green with anger. A few lucky colleagues who were dieting and hadn’t eaten any managed to dodge the bullet, immediately returning their snacks to Ember. “Thank goodness I haven’t eaten mine yet. Here, take it back. I can’t afford to touch something this expensive.” During this commotion, some colleagues had already looked up the actual price online and discovered the snacks only cost five dollars per bag. They held up their phones and confronted Ember. “This is extortion! These cost five dollars online, and you’re demanding fifty from us. Do you think we’re idiots?” Ember crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Well, I had to bring them all the way from outside the company. Don’t I deserve compensation for travel expenses? Just pay up and stop whining!” The colleagues were about to argue further when suddenly, Zachary’s office door burst open with a bang. Zachary emerged, pale as a sheet, glaring at Ember and roaring, “Ember! What the hell did you give me to eat?” Before he could finish speaking, Zachary dry-heaved twice and, unable to make it to the bathroom in time, vomited right there on the spot. A sour, putrid smell instantly filled the air, causing all of us to cover our noses and step back. Ember looked confused. “What did I give you? You must be mistaken.” “Here’s what happened: I noticed you shared snacks with everyone except Mr. Wilson, so I gave him my portion. Mr. Wilson, are you alright?” I finally spoke up. “Those snacks were rotten, and you still shared them with us! Are you trying to poison me?” Zachary roared weakly. Ember hadn’t expected things to turn out this way and quickly rushed forward to support Zachary. “No, I had no idea you’d give the snacks to him. Don’t be angry, let’s get you to the hospital right away.” At that moment, a colleague finally noticed the production date in the corner of the snack packaging had long expired and immediately shouted, “You gave us expired snacks and still had the nerve to demand money! How could you do this? What if we get food poisoning? Can you take responsibility for that?” Another colleague immediately played along, clutching their stomach and wailing, “My stomach is killing me! It’s definitely from your expired snacks. Don’t even think about running away—you owe me medical expenses!” Ember was momentarily speechless and didn’t dare say another word, practically dragging Zachary away half-supporting, half-pulling him. After she left, the colleagues slowly dispersed, walking away while quietly grumbling about Ember’s behavior.

After that incident, Ember didn’t dare mention money again when she came to work the next day. Moreover, because of those snack packages, her colleagues could tell she was odd and didn’t want to deal with her. Whenever they saw her coming, they’d quickly avoid her. If her workstation hadn’t been placed right next to mine, I wouldn’t have wanted to deal with her either—I’d have preferred to stay as far away as possible. Zachary had been on an IV drip all night and took two more days off before barely managing to return to the company. What surprised me was that he didn’t blame Ember at all. Instead, he comforted her, saying, “You meant well. Let’s forget about it this time, but from now on, focus all your attention on work.” After that, he assigned our team a new task. Some people were coming to the company in a few days to discuss a partnership, and we needed to refine our proposal. This was a big deal. If we closed it, our entire team would receive a substantial bonus. As soon as we got the assignment, our team threw ourselves into intense work—everyone except Ember, who kept pulling out her phone to check on her son through surveillance cameras or making excuses to go to the restroom for breaks. I was mentally prepared for her behavior. In my previous life, after she joined the company, she would often disappear suddenly because her son was crying at home and she had to rush back to take care of him. I had once gently suggested that since her child couldn’t be without her, maybe she should take a break from work for now. She accused me of discriminating against her and cursed me, saying I’d never have a son in this lifetime. Everyone else was swamped with work, while she was the only one with nothing to do. A colleague came to complain to me, hoping I’d speak up about her. I didn’t do as they asked. Instead, I defended Ember: “She’s new and still not familiar with our workflow. I’ll help share some of her load. We’re all colleagues—let’s be understanding when we can.” That colleague was furious and grew even more disgusted with Ember. Finally, when she once again turned on speakerphone for a video call with her son, that colleague couldn’t help but say sarcastically, “Some people really don’t know if they’re here to work or to be a mom. When I have kids someday, I’ll find a company to work at too, where I can get paid without doing anything.” Ember glared at her fiercely: “So what if my son misses me? He’s still so young—can’t you all be a little understanding?” The other person shot back: “I didn’t give birth to him, so it’s none of my business. All day long you don’t do any real work, just hold your phone and stare at it. If you love kids so much, why even come to work? Just stay home and look at him all you want.” Just as the two were about to get into a fight, I quickly stepped in to mediate: “Stop arguing, everyone’s trying to work here. How about this, Ember—the clients will be here in a few days. You handle receiving them and prepare some drinks and snacks. Remember to keep the receipts so you can get reimbursed by accounting.” This job was easy and respectable, so Ember immediately agreed. She even used “purchasing requires going out” as an excuse to leave the company right away. My colleague looked at me helplessly: “Ms. Hardman, you’re too kind, actually giving her the purchasing job.” I smiled: “Don’t worry about her. I’ll treat you all to drinks—don’t be mad anymore. Everyone’s worked hard these past few days. Clock out on time, and I’ll handle the rest.” While purchasing did offer plenty of room for manipulation, I was confident that with Ember’s stingy personality, she would definitely mess things up.

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Mayor Vincent Harris was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment after a car accident. My boyfriend Jeffrey Barnes, in order to make up for Andrea Jansen being late due to making coffee, actually brought all our department colleagues together to deliberately delay Vincent’s surgery, wanting to make her Vincent’s lifesaver. Vincent’s life hung by a thread. If he died because of this, our entire department would face imprisonment. I, Claire Easterlin, desperately begged everyone to operate on Vincent as soon as possible, but was met with accusations from the crowd: “You’re just jealous that Jeffrey promised to make Andrea permanent, so you’re deliberately making her miss Mr. Harris’s favor!” I knelt on the ground, kowtowing until my head was bloody and broken, and only then did everyone reluctantly enter the operating room. With me as the lead surgeon and Jeffrey and colleagues assisting, after 12 hours of emergency treatment, we finally succeeded in saving Vincent’s life. After the surgery, our entire department received a million-dollar bonus from Vincent, and both Jeffrey and I were promoted. However, on the night of the promotion, I was drugged unconscious by Andrea and sent directly to the hospital morgue’s freezer, where I froze to death. Jeffrey then led all the department colleagues in giving false testimony to the police: “Claire was medically incompetent. To get promoted, she stole Andrea’s credit for saving Mr. Harris’s life, and ultimately committed suicide out of guilt.” I died with grievances unresolved. Andrea took this opportunity to successfully become permanent and, with Vincent’s help, was promoted to department head. My father Allan Easterlin always believed there was more to my death and appealed everywhere, but was sent to a mental hospital by Jeffrey, where he was ultimately beaten to death by mental patients. Only after death did I understand that this was all a conspiracy carefully planned by Andrea and Jeffrey. Andrea had no ability to perform surgery at all. She delayed time just to steal my position! When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn to the day when Jeffrey led all the department colleagues to wait for Andrea, preparing for Vincent’s surgery. In this life, I decided not to stop them anymore! ***** “No way, Andrea went to make us coffee. We must wait for her to start the surgery together!” When Jeffrey said the exact same words as in my previous life, I truly realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to the department colleagues, my heart surged with overwhelming hatred. Before I could make any move, Jeffrey looked at me with anger: “Claire, you’re so selfish! Andrea isn’t here yet. What’s wrong with waiting two more minutes?” The colleagues present also cast impatient looks: “Exactly, Andrea is our colleague. How can we not let her participate in such a precious moment?” “Before Andrea arrives, no one is entering the operating room today!” Looking at these brainwashed colleagues, I felt a wave of sadness in my heart. In my previous life, Vincent’s car accident caused severe leg bleeding, which could easily lead to excessive blood loss and internal infection. I knew that further delays would miss the golden rescue time, and our entire department would face imprisonment! So I knelt on the ground, kowtowing until my flesh was mangled, and only then did they reluctantly enter the operating room to help me save Vincent. But my good intentions became the best evidence in their eyes that I was jealous of Jeffrey and Andrea’s relationship and was power-hungry. Everyone in the department hated me. Jeffrey walked up to me under everyone’s gaze, his face full of disappointment: “Claire, we’ve been together for so many years. I really didn’t expect you to be such a vain person. Andrea practices medicine properly and treats people humbly – everyone can see this. Now with such a good opportunity, how can you be so selfish and not let her participate?” Looking at Jeffrey’s righteous appearance, I felt nauseated. This beast in human clothing – I had loved him for six whole years! I dug my nails deep into my palms, wanting nothing more than to slap him immediately. But I suppressed my anger and spoke coldly: “Mr. Harris is bleeding severely from his leg. If we don’t operate immediately, who among you will take responsibility for the consequences? Since everyone is willing to risk their careers to accompany Andrea in putting Mr. Harris’s life aside, then suit yourselves.” Jeffrey immediately responded with cold mockery: “Are you the only doctor here? We’ve done so many surgeries. Mr. Harris’s condition is just a minor operation. What could go wrong?” Looking at these hopeless people, I had nothing more to say and turned back to the duty room. Jeffrey continued to cheer and celebrate with all the department colleagues in the hallway, completely disregarding hospital regulations. Under Jeffrey’s instigation, the great honor of saving the mayor had them all daydreaming about promotions and fame in the medical field. Through the duty room window, I watched their carried-away behavior and sneered coldly. I wondered if they would still be able to laugh at this time tomorrow. Thinking of how I was frozen to death in the morgue’s freezer in my previous life, and how Allan was sent to a mental hospital and ultimately beaten to death, the hatred in my heart burned like wildfire! This time, I would send them all to hell! My eyes turned red as I sent Allan a message. Just then, the vital signs monitor by Vincent’s bed suddenly sounded a piercing alarm. Vincent was in critical condition! Even if we operated immediately now, the risk would be enormous!

The golden window for emergency treatment was slipping away minute by minute, yet Jeffrey remained completely unmoved. Vincent lay on the hospital bed, having lost nearly all his blood. It wasn’t until forty minutes later that Andrea finally appeared, slowly carrying a large pot of coffee. The journey from the hospital break room to the department was only a three-minute elevator ride, yet she put on an act of being drenched in sweat from the heat. Such acting skills were truly wasted on the medical field. Seeing that everyone in the department was still waiting for her in the hallway, she instantly began her performance, looking touched as she said to everyone: “How can you all be so good to me? How can I ever repay everyone for taking such good care of me!” Through the glass window of the duty room, she flashed me a mocking smile. At that moment, Jeffrey took the coffee pot from her hands and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead: “Silly girl, of course it’s because you deserve our kindness!” Just then, my phone rang. Seeing Allan’s reply, I chuckled softly. I hesitated no longer, walked out of the duty room, and looked at everyone: “Since Andrea is here now, let’s quickly arrange surgery for Mr. Harris.” Everyone shed their previous reluctance and began actively throwing themselves into pre-surgical preparations. While changing into surgical scrubs, Andrea approached me with a cup of coffee, looking aggrieved as she apologized: “Claire, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I just saw everyone working so hard and wanted to make coffee to help everyone stay alert.” Before I could respond, Jeffrey immediately stepped in to shield Andrea: “Andrea, what did you do wrong? It’s people like her—vain and lacking any sense of collegiality—who are truly despicable!” Other colleagues sipped their coffee while chiming in to comfort her: “That’s right, Andrea, don’t blame yourself. We all waited for you willingly!” “We only delayed a few minutes. Mr. Harris will be fine. You’re so good to us, of course we want to return the favor. We’re not like certain selfish people!” Listening to their passive-aggressive mockery, I felt completely unmoved. I hoped their precious collegiality would last a while longer. Otherwise, how would this charade continue after the surgery ended? Fate had already marked a price for everything in this world, and Andrea’s pot of coffee would purchase what remained of their freedom. I ignored them and walked straight into the operating room. Vincent on the hospital bed was deathly pale, with a large pool of dark red blood beneath the bed. Without even consulting me, everyone directly let Andrea take the lead. Andrea looked at everyone, a flash of panic in her eyes: “Are you sure you want me to be the lead surgeon?” Everyone’s gaze toward her was full of trust: “Andrea, don’t be afraid. We believe in your medical skills!” Jeffrey also affectionately patted her head: “Don’t be scared, I’m here. As long as you successfully operate and save Mr. Harris, you’ll be his lifesaver. From then on, you’ll have your place in the medical world, and we can all benefit from your success!” Andrea looked into Jeffrey’s gentle eyes and nodded hesitantly. The surgery began. Jeffrey provided detailed guidance to Andrea without hesitation, and everyone worked with clear division of labor and seamless coordination. Only I stood out like an outsider, completely excluded from the surgery and assigned to menial tasks like changing water, wiping sweat, and passing instruments. I let them order me around while quietly waiting for the drama about to unfold. Suddenly, there was a cry of alarm as the scalpel dropped from Andrea’s hand. Vincent on the operating table had already missed the optimal rescue window. Due to excessive blood loss, he had developed serious complications and tissue necrosis. To prevent the condition from spreading throughout his body, the only option was amputation. Andrea was so frightened she crouched on the floor, muttering: “I can’t… I really can’t…” Jeffrey felt heartbroken seeing her terrified state. He turned to look at me, shouting impatiently: “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and hand me the scalpel!” I numbly handed him the scalpel. With everyone’s assistance, he didn’t hesitate to operate on Vincent’s legs. I couldn’t help but smile. The end was near for these ungrateful people!

The surgery was finally over. Vincent slowly regained consciousness as Jeffrey approached with Andrea on his arm, his face beaming with joy: “Mr. Harris, you’re finally awake!” The hospital room was packed with the entire department staff, all eager to make a good impression on Vincent. Andrea once again displayed her masterful acting skills, looking at Vincent with tears in her eyes: “Mr. Harris, this was my first time as lead surgeon, and operating on someone as important as you made me incredibly nervous. But thankfully, your surgery went very smoothly.” Vincent looked at her and smiled weakly, saying softly: “I never expected someone so young to have such exceptional medical skills. I truly owe you my life.” Jeffrey timely wrapped his arm around Andrea’s shoulder, speaking to Vincent with obvious pride: “Andrea is my direct junior from medical school. She’s been at the hospital for less than half a year, and having the opportunity to operate on you is both her honor and our entire department’s honor!” Vincent surveyed everyone in the room and nodded with satisfaction: “Excellent. Once I recover and leave the hospital, I’ll make sure to properly reward all you talented young professionals.” I stood to the side, watching the smiles on everyone’s faces while feeling ice-cold inside. So this was it—this entire group had worked together to position Andrea as Vincent’s savior, helping her establish a solid foothold in the medical field. These colleagues were certainly devoted to her cause. Jeffrey continued: “Mr. Harris, talents like Andrea are exactly who our hospital should be focusing on developing. Unlike some people who don’t deserve their positions, relying on family connections to secure a department head role, only to be completely useless when you needed surgery.” Jeffrey held Andrea close as he continued slandering me in front of Vincent. Everyone turned their gaze toward me, their eyes filled with disgust. Just then, the hospital room door burst open as Vincent’s wife Lydia Harris and daughter Jane Harris rushed in with several officials. Lydia threw herself onto Vincent, tears streaming down her face: “You nearly scared us to death! If something had happened to you, how could we go on living?” Vincent gently stroked Lydia’s back, softly comforting her: “I’m fine now, aren’t I? I owe it all to Dr. Jansen’s dedicated treatment—she saved my life.” Lydia and the accompanying officials all turned their attention to Andrea, nodding repeatedly in gratitude. Andrea modestly bowed to Lydia, but when she glanced at me, her eyes were full of smugness and provocation. I stood to the side, expressionlessly watching everything unfold in the hospital room. Lydia immediately ordered gifts to be prepared and sent to the hospital to thank Andrea for saving Vincent’s life, and even announced on the spot that she wanted to adopt Andrea as her goddaughter, promising to cherish her from now on. Just as the atmosphere in the room reached a celebratory peak, Jane suddenly pulled back the blanket covering Vincent. Jane immediately burst into tears: “Daddy, your legs… where are your legs?” Following Jane’s cries, everyone’s eyes fell upon Vincent’s legs. Beneath the blanket, Vincent’s legs were completely gone—only thick gauze wrapped around the stumps remained.

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I’m Valerie Acosta, and I’ve been married to Ashton Jones for three years. I’ve been pregnant twice, but I couldn’t keep either baby. The reason? A talking parrot owned by his parents. During my first pregnancy, I was staying at Ashton’s parents’ house when that parrot stared at my belly and kept repeating: “Abortion, abortion.” During my second pregnancy, I returned to Ashton’s parents’ house, and that parrot did the same thing—staring at my belly and saying those same words. At first, I thought it was just random squawking, but I never expected that after hearing the parrot’s words, Ashton’s parents Brian Jones and Bella Jones would actually take me to the hospital for an abortion. I showed them the doctor’s prenatal examination report, telling them the baby was perfectly healthy, begging them not to do this. But Brian and Bella insisted on dragging me to the hospital, forcing me to have an abortion. During my third pregnancy, to be safe, I went straight for an amniocentesis test. The report showed the fetus was healthy, with a 99.9% DNA match to Ashton. I thought I could finally carry this baby to term in peace, but the moment that parrot saw me, it started shouting “abortion” again, and Brian and Bella immediately wanted to take me to the hospital once more. I couldn’t understand it—the baby was clearly healthy, and the DNA proved it was Ashton’s. Why would they listen to a parrot and insist on making me have an abortion? “This baby cannot stay. You must go to the hospital for an abortion right now!” “We’ve already scheduled the procedure. Come with us now!” Brian and Bella spoke while grabbing me by the arms, trying to drag me out the door. The parrot in the living room kept screeching: “Abortion, abortion!” Terror filled my eyes as I desperately clutched the sofa armrest. “No, I won’t! There’s nothing wrong with the baby. Why are you forcing me to have an abortion?” I desperately wanted an answer, but Brian and Bella never responded. Seeing me holding on tight, Brian stepped forward and forcibly pried my fingers open, saying sternly: “You’re Ashton’s wife—where do you get off asking so many questions? When we tell you to do something, you do it!” When my last finger was pried loose, the fear in my heart turned into deep anguish. I screamed almost hysterically: “The baby is healthy and definitely Ashton’s child—it’s written clearly in the report. Why do you insist on listening to a parrot and forcing me to have three abortions?” This was already my third child. The first was only five weeks along when Brian and Bella heard the parrot’s words and immediately dragged me to the hospital for an abortion, without any explanation. The second baby was only a month along when they once again listened to the parrot and forced me to have an abortion that very day, again without any reason. I fought back. The second time, I even showed them the prenatal examination report, but they wouldn’t even look at it. This time, I waited until three months, had the amniocentesis and all necessary prenatal tests done, confirmed the baby was Ashton’s and developing completely normally before telling them, but their attitude remained the same—they insisted on forcing me to have an abortion no matter what. Thinking about all this filled me with both anger and pain. I thought: “Is my third child also doomed to be aborted?” Faced with my questioning, Brian and Bella remained silent, simply dragging me out of the house by force. I wasn’t strong enough to resist them and was eventually dragged outside. While waiting for the elevator, I knelt on the ground and pleaded: “I’m begging you, the baby is innocent. You can’t take away his life! That parrot is just an animal—don’t listen to it. I’m begging you to let me keep this baby!” Even as I cried and kowtowed on the ground, Brian and Bella remained unmoved. Bella looked down at me coldly and said: “You’ve had two abortions already—why don’t you understand? The baby in your belly today is destined to be terminated!” Just when I thought I had to accept my fate, the elevator doors opened, and inside stood my parents, Colton Acosta and Dianna Acosta. In that moment, I felt like I was seeing hope.

I broke free from Brian and Bella’s grip, stumbling toward Colton and Dianna. I grabbed their hands desperately, choking back tears as I said, “Mom, Dad, save me!” Colton and Dianna were clearly startled by the tear stains covering my face, frowning as they looked me up and down. Dianna asked, “Valerie, what happened? Didn’t you say you had good news to tell us? How did you end up like this?” I had called Colton and Dianna myself. Since Brian and Bella had forced me to have abortions during my previous two pregnancies, I’d called them ahead of time just in case. Thank God they actually came to back me up. With newfound courage, I sobbed, my body trembling, “Mom, Dad, they’re bullying me.” Hearing this, anger flashed across Colton and Dianna’s faces. Dianna said, “Brian, Bella, my daughter married into your family, not to be mistreated!” Colton chimed in, “You owe us an explanation today, or this isn’t over!” Brian and Bella glanced at Colton and Dianna without offering any defense, simply inviting us into the living room with indifference. Then Brian spoke up, “Valerie is pregnant. The child cannot stay.” My heart tightened, and I was about to ask them to take me away when Brian and Bella’s parrot suddenly spoke again. It stared at my belly, chattering incessantly, “Abortion, abortion!” Just those words alone changed Colton and Dianna’s expressions completely. They locked eyes with Brian and Bella for a moment, seemingly reaching some kind of understanding. The next second, both turned to look at me with grave expressions. “Valerie, you cannot keep this child!” “Be good and go to the hospital with them!” These words hit me like a bolt from the blue. I never imagined that even my own parents would be as absurd as Brian and Bella, forcing me to have an abortion based solely on a parrot’s words. Hearing this from my closest family members made my heart ache even more. I stared wide-eyed, asking in disbelief, “How can you listen to a parrot? This is your own grandchild in my belly! What century are we living in? Are hospital test results worth less than a bird’s nonsense?” I picked up the scattered medical reports from the floor and shoved them at Colton and Dianna, begging them to take a look and stand up for me. Unfortunately, they pushed my hands away, full of reproach, “This child cannot stay. Can’t you be reasonable? Be good, go to the hospital for an abortion, stop making a scene!” The parrot squawked even more enthusiastically nearby, fueling my rage. My eyes red with anger, I despised that parrot, “It’s you spouting nonsense, you’re the one who deserves to die!” As I spoke, I lunged forward trying to strangle it, but Colton and Dianna held me back firmly. Dianna even slapped me while Colton gripped my arm tightly. Both said in unison, “Valerie, stop embarrassing yourself and go to the hospital for an abortion!” Looking at my parents who had just laid hands on me, my heart turned ice cold. During the first and second forced abortions, I never dared tell them. I was afraid they’d worry, afraid of causing trouble with Brian and Bella. So I kept it hidden, bearing the pain of losing my children alone. This time I really couldn’t hold on anymore, so I had to turn to them for help. I thought they would stand by my side, that they would back me up. But I was wrong. My own parents were joining them in forcing me to abort this child. I gently caressed the child in my belly, tears dropping to the floor one by one. No one would help me. I could only rely on myself. I spotted the open door and bolted toward it, but Brian and Bella quickly blocked my path. My repeated non-compliance and attempt to escape completely enraged them. Brian tied me up with rope while Bella brought abortion pills. Seeing them about to force me to take the medication, I panicked completely, desperately shrinking backward. I cried and begged them, “Please, for the sake of all the years I’ve served you since marrying into this family, spare this child! As long as you let me keep this baby, I’ll do anything! He’s only three months old, he’s done nothing wrong. Please, give him a chance to come into this world…” I also pleaded with Colton and Dianna, hoping they would speak up for me, “Mom, Dad, help me. I’ve already lost two children, I can’t lose this one too! I’m your own daughter, please don’t watch me suffer!” I cried my heart out, trying everything, but couldn’t earn even a trace of their compassion. Their eyes held only coldness, only the determination to eliminate the child in my womb. Before forcing the abortion pills down my throat, Bella said, “Valerie, the parrot says this child must be aborted! Don’t blame us—this child just isn’t meant to be with our family!” Brian nodded in agreement, “You can have more children later. If this one’s gone, it’s gone.” They spoke so casually. Colton and Dianna didn’t speak, but their silence was tacit approval of Brian and Bella’s actions. Only I was drowning in pain, collapse, and despair. The agony of having my previous two children torn from my body was still vivid in my memory.

Bella pried open my mouth and ruthlessly forced the abortion pills down my throat. I choked violently, coughing uncontrollably and nearly suffocating. Just then, an angry roar cut through the chaos: “What are you doing to Valerie?” I looked up to meet Ashton’s shocked and bewildered gaze. Seeing my savior, I felt even more wronged: “Ashton, please save our child.” Ashton rushed over, pushed his parents aside, quickly untied the restraints on my hands, and pulled me tightly into his arms. Seeing me cry so heartbreakingly, his eyes reddened with distress as he gently patted my back to comfort me: “It’s okay, Valerie, don’t be afraid. I’m here!” Finally feeling supported, I broke down and sobbed. Ashton loved me deeply and treated me with infinite tenderness, never bearing to let me suffer the slightest grievance. He often traveled for business for weeks at a time, and each time he would hire several nannies to take care of me at home, fearing I might not be well cared for. His return this time was also because I had specifically called him back. Only after I gradually calmed down did he turn to look at Brian, Bella, Colton, and Dianna. He glared at his parents: “Mom, Dad, Valerie is my wife. How could you treat her like this? Didn’t you say you would love her like your own daughter?” He then looked at my parents, his voice full of disappointment: “You’re her biological parents. How can you just watch her being bullied like this? Do you even deserve to be called parents?” Brian, Bella, Colton, and Dianna didn’t argue back, only stating the fact of my pregnancy. Ashton ignored them. But just as Ashton was about to carry me to the hospital, that parrot spoke again. It opened its mouth with those bone-chilling words: “Abortion, abortion!” I instinctively covered Ashton’s ears, looking at him through tears: “Ashton, please don’t listen.” But I knew he had heard it. Sure enough, his expression changed. He avoided my gaze and turned to look at the parrot. The parrot’s cries echoed throughout the room, as if drilling into my brain. I trembled with fear, cupping Ashton’s face with both hands, forcing him to look at me: “Don’t believe it. This parrot is talking nonsense. Don’t believe it! I’m begging you, don’t listen to it.” I still held onto a glimmer of hope. Ashton loved me so much, and he wasn’t superstitious. I thought he surely wouldn’t force me to have an abortion. However, under my expectant gaze, he said something that sent me plummeting into an icy abyss. He said: “Valerie, get rid of the baby.” Ashton’s words struck like lightning, shattering my last thread of hope. I clutched his collar desperately, my hands trembling almost uncontrollably: “Ashton, do you know what you’re saying?” Ashton nodded: “This child cannot stay. You have no choice!” I slapped him hard across the face. I grabbed the report from the floor and shoved it in front of him, questioning him on the verge of emotional collapse: “Ashton, this is your biological child. He’s perfectly healthy, nothing wrong at all! Are you going to be like them, believe this parrot’s words, and kill him?” Ashton glanced at the report and frowned, saying coldly: “No matter what you say, this child cannot stay. Whether you’re willing or not, you must have an abortion.” Hearing those words, I felt as if all my strength had drained away, and I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. My laugh was desolate: “Ashton, the baby in my belly is our third child! The first and second ones were both forced to be aborted by your parents!” Upon hearing this, shock and disbelief flashed in Ashton’s eyes, and he stood there stunned. I had never told him about those two children, never even mentioned being pregnant. I had originally wanted to wait for him to return from his business trips to surprise him, but each time it was ruined by Brian, Bella, and that parrot. Ashton loved me, and I was afraid that if he knew his parents forced me to have abortions, he would resent them or even break ties with them, so I had always kept it from him. But now it seemed I had been overthinking. They were all the same. Just then, I felt a sharp, excruciating pain in my lower abdomen, and bright red blood gushed between my legs. I knew the abortion pills had taken effect, claiming my child’s life. And all five of them breathed a sigh of relief. That parrot also finally shut its mouth, satisfied. Everyone was celebrating that this child was finally gone, while only my heart was being torn apart. When I was taken to the hospital for a dilation and curettage procedure, my consciousness remained clear, and I could distinctly feel my child being scraped away from my womb. Before I lost consciousness, my only feeling was deep regret that I couldn’t protect this child. Or more accurately, I regretted conceiving this ill-fated child in the first place. When I woke up, it was already late at night. I was lying on the guest room bed at Brian and Bella’s house, with Ashton slumped over beside the bed. I wanted to escape this hypocritical and filthy house, so I quietly got up. As I passed the study, I heard the chirping sounds of that parrot that had caused me to lose my child. The moment I heard its voice, towering hatred ignited in my heart, and I unconsciously opened the study door, wanting to kill it with my own hands. But the moment I pushed open the door, I witnessed a scene I would never forget for the rest of my life. I finally understood why Ashton’s parents, my parents, and Ashton himself all believed that parrot’s words and insisted on forcing me to abort three children!

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In my last life, our family adopted a little girl, Skylar, and from that moment on, our luck took a wild turn for the better. Our old, rundown house suddenly hit the jackpot in a new redevelopment boom. Our little diner became an overnight sensation, exploding into a nationwide chain. Even the random lottery tickets we bought hit a cool million dollars. My parents swore it was all Skylar’s doing. But the better our family fared, the worse they treated me. I worked my ass off, silently counting down the days until college entrance exams, hoping to change my fate. Instead, a homeless person murdered me on the very day of the test, while my sister got into a top-tier university. Turns out, Skylar was a transmigrator, armed with a ‘plunder system.’ The more miserable I was, the better her luck. When I opened my eyes again, I was back, one day before the exams. 0 “Greetings, Host. I am System 009.” A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my ear. After rebirth, I’d bound myself to a ‘Malice Rebound System.’ Endure malice, gain points, and I could buy anything I needed from the shop. It was the day before my college entrance exams, and I stared at my scrawny body, my hands trembling just to pick up a pen. With this kind of stamina, how was I going to survive the test tomorrow? I wasted no time. I immediately went looking for my mom and Skylar, the two people who harbored infinite malice toward me. Skylar was the transmigrator. She’d steadily stolen all my luck just by bullying and tormenting me. This time, it was her turn to pay. I waited for them in front of the opulent mansion. My mom, egged on by Skylar, went to a private club every day at 3 PM, claiming it was for “charity.” But that private club was a front for some seriously shady dealings, and Skylar was neck-deep in their money laundering schemes. Mainly, it was about fulfilling her transmigration mission, right? Why else would she dabble in scams and illegal schemes instead of living like a queen? A short while later, a Maybach zoomed down the driveway. I steeled my resolve and just lay down in front of the gate. The driver slammed on the brakes, startling everyone inside. My mom shrieked, “What the hell are you doing?! If you don’t want this job, get lost!” The driver stammered, his voice meek, “Sorry, ma’am, there’s someone lying in front of the gate.” Skylar’s lazy voice drifted out, laced with an arrogant indifference. “So what if you hit trash like that? It’s just a matter of paying them off.” Mom fawned over her, chiming in, “My sweet daughter is right.” She then yelled at the driver, “Didn’t you hear Miss Skylar?!” “Go see what’s going on!” The driver got out and approached me. He didn’t recognize my grimy face at first. Just as he was about to kick me out of the way, I swiftly latched onto his leg and wailed, “Sir, it’s me, Willow!” The driver looked closely at my face. “It really is Miss Willow!” “Miss Willow? What are you talking about?!” My mom flew into a rage. “Don’t you dare spout nonsense! We only have one daughter in this house, and she’s sitting in the car!” She quickly turned to appease Skylar, “Honey, Mom only has you. These servants don’t know any better, don’t take it to heart.” When Skylar heard it was me, she didn’t get angry. Instead, she stepped out of the car, looking oddly intrigued. I knew it. She would never pass up a chance to humiliate me. 0

“You’re still breathing?” She stood before my dirt-covered self, looking like a princess. “Some people’s lives are just worthless.” Mom, fussing, held an umbrella over Skylar’s head, soothing her repeatedly, “Darling, what if you get sunburnt? Why waste your breath on trash like this?” I carefully looked at the face I hadn’t seen in a year. My mom, meanwhile, wouldn’t even spare me a glance. When I was little, I was the cherished child. Until my mom brought home a new sister. She told me, “You’re an older sister now, you have to take good care of your little sister.” I was genuinely happy. I wouldn’t be alone anymore. I never imagined it would be the beginning of my nightmare. After Skylar arrived, our family miraculously started to thrive, undergoing a drastic transformation. My parents said it was all thanks to Skylar. At first, when Skylar took my favorite clothes and my most beloved toys, I’d cry and run to Mom to complain. But Mom would scold me, “You selfish thing! What’s wrong with giving these things to your sister?!” Later, Skylar declared I was an inferior person, and my parents demanded I live with the dog. I shared a bowl with the dog, eating the scraps they threw our way. When Skylar was in a bad mood, she’d demand Dad beat me. The man who once cherished me would take his expensive leather belt and lash me fiercely until Skylar smiled. Little me would kneel on the ground, in agonizing pain, but I dared not cry out. Because if I did, Skylar would be unhappy. And if she was unhappy, Mom and Dad would be unhappy. I endured such humiliation, desperately awaiting the college entrance exams to change my fate. And Skylar, she even stripped me of that chance. Thinking of this, I dusted myself off and stood before her, then slapped her. “Too lazy to listen to your garbage, bitch!” 0

My actions were so sudden, everyone was stunned. Looking at her face, I really couldn’t think of anything else to say. Even though I was skin and bones, I put all my strength into that slap, jumping up to deliver it. Her face immediately swelled red. Skylar’s usual haughty composure vanished, replaced by a shrill, shrew-like scream. “You little whore! How dare you hit me!” She’d never been hit in her entire life. Forgetting all dignity, she lunged at me, throwing a punch. I hadn’t dodged, initially intending to just take the hit. But then I remembered, not only would it not harm me, but 009 would send a points notification. “Received malicious attack +10 points.” Oh, how smart 009 was! What did I have to worry about now? I went crazy, grabbing a stone from the ground and throwing it at her, along with handfuls of dirty mud. In no time, she transformed from an elegant beauty into a disheveled mess. I sighed internally. What a pity. Next time, I’d have to bring a bucket of literal shit. Things took a turn so fast that only then did Mom realize what was happening. She spun around, glaring at me furiously. “You little bastard! How dare you touch our Skylar!” She yelled at the driver, “What are you standing there for?! Go beat her up!” “Try it if you dare!” I held up my phone, pointing it at the driver. “If you touch me, I’ll call the cops and have you arrested!” “They’re my family, but you’re not! Think carefully before you act!” The driver hesitated, unsure, after hearing my words. My mom couldn’t stand it. “You little brat! Then I’ll teach you a lesson myself! To show you what respect for your elders means!” I swiftly dodged the slap Mom aimed at my face. If you don’t play fair, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Not making money off you would be an absolute crime! 0

I pretended to be beaten, wailing dramatically. In reality, their punches and kicks dissolved into nothing on my body, mitigated by 009, feeling like a gentle breeze. Not only did I suffer no harm, but I also gained a ton of points. But the acting had to be convincing. Skylar was usually brainless, only good at bullying me to steal my luck. My mom was too busy protecting her adopted golden daughter, terrified of her suffering any setback. Neither of them noticed anything off about me. They even got tired from hitting me. Skylar, remembering my luck was gone and I was practically dead meat tomorrow, sneered, “Low-class trash, let’s see how you die tomorrow!” 009’s pleasant voice chimed again: “Received malicious threat +5 points.” Who knew? Even being threatened gave me points! I quickly retorted, “Even if I die, I’ll come back for you. After all, you’re my sister, aren’t you, my dear sister!” Passive aggression was the best way to deal with a basic bitch like her. Perfect! I must have a lot of points now. I quickly called up the system. “009, quick! How many points do I have?” “Current points: 135.” I waited for them to be distracted, then grabbed a stone, ran to the car, smashed the windows, and dragged it along the side, leaving massive scratches. “Disgusting, aren’t I?!” Naturally, I was rewarded with a torrent of insults from my mom and Skylar. I put in my earbuds. Let this malicious world come at me even harder! 0

Even though the security guards eventually dragged me away, that little venture was quite profitable. “009, open the shop for me.” The system shop was dazzling, but the prices were highway robbery. A small stamina booster cost a whopping 50 points. To safely get through my exams tomorrow, I had no choice but to buy the stamina booster first. But then I thought of that homeless person, and I gritted my teeth, buying ‘Evil Repellent Spray.’ My heart ached at the remaining points. In my last life, that homeless person was like an NPC on a quest, coming at me for no reason and killing me. I figured it was most likely because Skylar had stolen all my luck, leading to such a consequence. Walking around with zero luck, the probability of being killed was incredibly high. After drinking the stamina booster, a surge of power coursed through my body, spreading to my limbs. This booster not only improved my physical fitness but also sharpened my mind! Right now, I could run half a mile without breaking a sweat. The next morning, I was fully prepared for the exams. I remembered how, in my last life, I had foolishly sent my mom a text message, just begging her to come see me. “Mom, tomorrow’s my exam. Could you possibly come see me?” All I got back was, “No matter what you do, you’ll never compare to Skylar. You’re destined to be low-class trash.” She probably forgot I was her flesh and blood. Did they really think they were so superior? This time, I’d show her what I was truly capable of. On the way, I saw that homeless person again. Just as they lunged at me, I sprayed them with the repellent, and without waiting to see their reaction, I quickly ran off. I ran, glancing back, and saw they weren’t hurt. They just stood there, dazed, staring in the direction I’d gone. Finally, I got a clear look at their face. It wasn’t a man; it was a woman! A wave of shock and horror washed over me. That face… it was identical to Skylar’s! 0 Only after entering the exam hall did I realize that Skylar was in the same testing room as me this year. She looked utterly shocked when she saw me walk in. She haughtily walked up to me and spoke, “You’re still alive?”

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Four years ago, I messed with a man. When things were incredibly sweet between us, we’d been intimate. But then, in a blink, I took money from the campus belle. I made sure the campus belle ended up by his side, taking my place. Then, I vanished without a trace. Later, they became the perfect couple, like something out of a fairy tale. And I? I was just there to play the part of a paid companion for clients at their party, helping them with their drinks. Liam grabbed my wrist, his eyes dark and deep. “Chloe, don’t you have anything to say?” I glanced at the campus belle, then smiled, pulling my hand away. “I wish you happiness.” His face just shattered, a look of near madness in his eyes. Four years after leaving him, I ran into him again, completely out of the blue. This business gala was packed with the biggest names in the city’s elite circles. I was there as a paid companion for a wealthy client; the tips were good. I even ran into a few old classmates. My old classmates were so stunned, they could barely keep up their conversations with others. They kept sneaking glances at me. They wanted to see my expression, and Liam’s, practically itching to pull out their phones and record this classic, dramatic scene. After all, to outsiders, Liam and Scarlett, the campus belle, had fallen in love overnight four years ago, while I, his girlfriend, had vanished heartbroken. Now, here I was, attending an event with some powerful CEO. Such a messy, drama-filled plot. Everyone loves a good train wreck, right? I kept my head down. Staring at the floor, it was funny, but I could tell exactly where Liam was just by looking at their shoes. Liam’s legs were still the same as before. Straight and long. I remember one time, we broke curfew for a date, decided to hike up a mountain to watch the sunrise. I fell asleep on the mountaintop, missed the sunrise, but ended up sleeping for a whole day, hugging his legs. I complained sweetly that he hadn’t woken me. But Liam just held me and said, “Silly girl, if you want to see the sunrise, I’ll carry you here. Are you worried the sun won’t rise tomorrow?” All these years, I’ve just had to look up to see the sun. But when I turned around, my Liam was gone. Four years. Does he treat Scarlett the same way now? It was Scarlett’s voice, the campus belle from back then. She said, “I’m getting married soon. I can’t believe I ran into you here. You have to come!” Mr. Anderson, my client who knew nothing, burst out laughing beside me.

My head was bowed so low, my neck felt stiff. Mr. Anderson thought Scarlett’s words were meant for him. As if remembering something, he couldn’t help but say, “Back then, Mr. Hayes was so crazy about his ex-girlfriend, I honestly thought he’d sworn off dating for good. Can’t believe you finally managed to reel him in.” “Oh, I heard at the time that Mr. Hayes was even spreading rumors, swearing he’d find her and deal with her himself. You really are something, Scarlett, to have captured such a deep romantic.” Scarlett awkwardly cleared her throat. But I was startled, and my head shot up. The air went quiet for a moment. Then my head dropped back down. “Who is she to you?” Liam’s voice, dark and cold, asked Mr. Anderson beside him. Mr. Anderson replied carelessly. “…Does Mr. Hayes know her? She’s just someone convenient to bring to these kinds of events, you know.” “Chloe, say hello to them.” My classmates’ strange stares. Scarlett’s disbelief. Liam’s even colder expression. A wave of indescribable shame rose from my heart. I cleared my throat, stammering, “I… I don’t feel well. My stomach hurts. I’m going to leave first.” The moment I turned, my wrist was tightly gripped. Liam, who had been relatively calm until then, finally showed a crack in his composure. “Chloe, don’t you have anything to say to me?” I glanced at Scarlett, then pulled his hand away. “I wish you happiness.” Liam’s face instantly shattered, his eyes tinged with crimson. The atmosphere grew tense. A classmate, who used to be close with me, quickly stepped in front of Liam. “Alright… alright, look at the venue we’re in. Chloe isn’t feeling well, I’ll take her to the hospital.” My classmate offered me an out. I quickly left with her. Behind me, I could still faintly hear Liam and Mr. Anderson’s voices. “Mr. Hayes, do you really know her?” “Yeah, my girlfriend.” Almost everyone around gasped.

Going to the hospital was just an excuse. My classmate, Maya, saw how quiet I was, so she took me to a bar. She ordered several bottles of liquor, telling me to drink as much as I wanted, whatever made me happy. She promised not to ask about where I’d been all these years. After a few rounds. I was hugging the bottle, laughing傻傻的 (giddily). Then the laughter turned to tears. Maya looked at me, stroking my face. “Chloe, you’ve changed so much. Don’t drink anymore.” “Don’t you have anything to say to him? After all, he was the one who wronged you first.” I looked at her. In outsiders’ eyes, Liam betrayed me, having a one-night stand with the campus belle, and I disappeared heartbroken. In reality, it was much more complicated. I took the campus belle’s money, conspired with Scarlett, and lied to Liam, making him believe it wasn’t me he’d slept with, but Scarlett. I, in a way, helped an outsider force him, force him to marry Scarlett. I was unforgivable. Now that he was getting married, it was my own fault. Now that I was reduced to being a paid companion for others, that was also my own fault. Suddenly, I moved, and Maya gasped, standing up. But I still didn’t register it, just hugged the bottle and laughed. “Say? There’s nothing to say.” “There’s nothing to ask either. Ask him if he still loves me? If he says yes, then what about Scarlett?” “If he says he doesn’t love me anymore, that he’s forgotten, what would I have left to hold onto? What would I do then… I can’t ask, I can’t bring myself to ask…” “This is fine. Being strangers from now on is fine…” I shook my head, heartbroken. The alcohol went to my head, and I nearly toppled onto the bar counter. Suddenly, a warm palm blocked my forehead, protecting my head. I felt someone pick me up from behind. I vaguely heard Liam’s voice. “How much did she drink?” “A bottle… I think.” Liam chuckled softly. “Still a total lightweight, just like before.”

I had a dream, a very long dream. I dreamed I was back in my freshman year. Back then, my dad was still alive, and our family was comfortably middle-class. Liam was the golden boy of our university, heir to a massive fortune. Even though he was as cool and aloof as an ice prince, countless fangirls still followed him everywhere. When he was in class, you could bet his fangirls were waiting by the door. But back then, everyone said the campus belle and he were the perfect match. Both from wealthy families, having known each other since childhood – it would be a waste if they didn’t have a childhood sweethearts romance. I just ran my mouth off in the dorm one night. “Tch, what kind of man is Liam? If I were him, with so many gorgeous girls chasing me, I’d give every single one of them a home. I’d be doing myself a disservice not to.” “So many beautiful girls following him, tsk tsk tsk, and he still hasn’t picked anyone? Let me guess, he must be gay! Hehehehe…” It was just dorm room chatter before bed, but the next day, it spread like wildfire. Liam caught me directly after class. I was a little scared, so I told him, “I didn’t mean it. It’s all your fault for being too handsome. I like you too, I just wanted to get your attention.” “If you dare to hum right now, it means you like me. Hmm~ Now you don’t want to talk, do you?” “Okay okay, I’m leaving now, bye-bye.” I hadn’t even lifted my foot. But then, Liam blocked my path. That usually cold, handsome face now held a smile in his eyes, and he hooked his lips. “Hmm~” “I hummed. So I’m your boyfriend now. Come have dinner with me.” I was stunned. Like, how did I just randomly snag myself a rich, hot boyfriend? Who’s luckier than me? The more time we spent together, the more I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.

Liam, besides doting on me and loving me, just doted on me even more and loved me even more. I fell completely head over heels for him. Back then, Liam always said I was his fireworks. That in his endless darkness, I was the dazzling fireworks that made his life colorful. I slowly opened my eyes, my eyelids feeling damp. But fireworks are always just a fleeting display in someone’s life. I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, still confused. Then someone knocked on the door. I cleared my throat. “Come in.” Slowly, a guy walked in. His face was about sixty percent similar to Liam’s. The last time I saw him, he was sixteen. Four years later, he looked just like his brother. Always had that grumpy face. “Long time no see. Where is this place? And where’s my bag?” “This is my place, of course. My brother looked after you all night and just stepped out. You wake up and want to leave already? Is that fair to him?” I lowered my gaze, forcing a smile. “Caleb, your brother’s getting married, do you understand that?” Caleb froze, then his brows furrowed. “Married? What are you talking about?” I was stunned, my mind a complete mess. “Scarlett isn’t marrying your brother?” Caleb paused, then said, “If I told you my brother was never with Scarlett, would you stay?” I stood up, starting to look for my phone, muttering a quiet “I’m sorry.” There was no going back. I didn’t have the nerve. Caleb watched my actions, his face slowly turning cold. “My brother risked everything to refuse that marriage back then. Sister Scarlett later said your family took her money, that you helped Sister Scarlett deceive us.” “My brother was so good to you, and even after all that, you’re still unwilling? My brother should be the one who hates you the most, so what right do you have to put on airs and make my brother beg you to come back?” “Chloe, you’re truly cruel.” Tears streamed down my face. I bowed to Caleb, saying with utmost seriousness, “I’m sorry.” “You…!” Caleb was furious, clearly, after all he’d said, he hadn’t come to hear me say sorry.

The door was knocked again. I looked over. Liam’s tall frame was leaning against the doorframe, his face pale and drawn, looking a little worn. Who knew how long he’d been listening? He coughed, then said to Caleb, “If she wants to go, let her.” I lowered my gaze, the hand holding my phone suddenly feeling weak. I took a step, slowly walking past him, my head down. I heard him sigh deeply, and then he pulled my hand. Liam tried to keep his emotions in check. “Chloe, I can…” Tears fell uncontrollably. I smiled at him. “Liam, we can’t go back.” “I conspired with outsiders and lied to you. No matter what my reasons were, I don’t have the face to face you.” “Let’s just leave it like this. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” This matter would forever be a thorn in both our hearts. I didn’t want to force us back together, only for him to bring it up in an argument someday, calling me bad, evil, or cruel. I was afraid I really wouldn’t be able to bear it. Liam didn’t say anything more. I wiped my tears and walked out. Determined. … At the care facility, I immediately prepared to pay with my debit card. The nurse checked the account and said, “Someone came today and paid off all three of your overdue installments at once.” I froze. Who could it be? The nurse then handed me a file. “This is from the doctor. Although your depression has fully recovered, you still need to come back for regular check-ups.” “Now your mother’s condition in the hospital is stable, isn’t she much better than before? Just like the doctor said, if you smile, maybe fate won’t be so unkind to you.” The nurse teased me. I looked at the check-up report and couldn’t help but curve my lips into a smile, thanking her. Then I went to my mom’s room. Mom was sitting in her wheelchair. She was much better this time, even remembering me. She smiled and waved at me, asking for candy. I took out a milk candy from my pocket and gave it to her.

Mom was like a child, happily eating it. I knelt beside her, tidying her hair. “Eat slowly, I have more.” “Mm-hmm, Chloe, I want more, I want more! It’s so yummy!” My eyes stung, and I nodded. Four years ago, my dad’s project had an accident. Overnight, we were saddled with millions in debt. He couldn’t bear it and jumped from a building. Mom started working hard to pay off the debt, but no matter how much she earned, she couldn’t even make a dent in the mountain of debt. At that time, Liam and I had just gone public. His grandfather still looked down on my background. Just as I was agonizing over whether to seek Liam’s help. My mom had already taken Scarlett’s money. That’s when everything shattered, setting us on an irreversible path. I rubbed my eyes, pulling at my lips in a bitter smile, as if talking to myself. “Mom, I didn’t let Liam talk about getting back together.” “I’m so bad, and he’s so good. It was clearly all my fault, so how could he, the victim, be the one begging?” “But Mom, I truly, truly, truly love him so much. If there’s a next life.” “Mom, can you please let me be with him properly for a lifetime, forever and ever, never apart?” I was lost in my own emotions. Only when someone spoke from behind me did I belatedly turn around. Scarlett was still wearing white, just like before. She held out a debit card to me, smiling, and cut straight to the chase. “Chloe, long time no see. You really won, are you happy?”

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