For five years, Chloe Sterling and I had been secretly married. She said she’d finally announce our wedding at our son’s welcoming party. I was ecstatic, sharing the news with my younger brother, Noah, my only family. He was just as thrilled. To show how much he respected Chloe, Noah pinched every penny. He saved up every dime to buy Chloe a pair of gold earrings. Just as I was about to carry the baby onto the stage, a total stranger suddenly snatched the child from my arms. Then, he intimately held Chloe’s hand and walked onto the stage. “Today, I have a big announcement to make at this baby’s welcoming party.” “Julian Hayes and I grew up together, and today, we’ve finally decided to get married!” The moment those words left her lips, countless complex gazes immediately landed on me. My brother, completely bewildered, asked, “Brother, isn’t that woman… isn’t she our sister-in-law?” I stared coldly at Chloe, who stood on stage with a shy smile. “Give me back my child.” But she just scoffed, “Lucas Reed, you, a small-town guy, actually dared to think I’d have your child? That’s utterly idiotic!”

Chloe Sterling stood on the stage, her gaze chillingly indifferent, completely devoid of the affection she once held for me. She outright ignored me, intimately embracing and kissing Julian Hayes, who held the baby. It was as if *they* were the family of three who had lived together for five years. I stood rooted to the spot, frozen. Watching this scene unfold, I suddenly wondered if those five years we’d spent together, day in and day out, had just been my own delusion. My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists. I silently endured the various mocking stares raining down on me. Noah tugged at my sleeve, his voice filled with guilt. “Brother, did I make Sister-in-law mad by showing up?” I forced a smile onto my face, but before I could comfort him, a sudden force violently shoved Noah to the ground. Then, a piercingly shrill voice shrieked, “You clumsy idiot! You’re blocking my fresh air! Get out of the way, now!” I shielded my startled brother behind me, my face grim as I glared at the unfamiliar woman in front of me. After a moment, I recognized her. It was Julian Hayes’s sister, Brittany Hayes. My expression clearly angered her, and her words grew even nastier. “Honestly, just like a country bumpkin, no class! Looking at you for one more second makes me sick!” “Now get out of my sight! If you mess up my newly done nose, I swear I won’t go easy on you!” Brittany grabbed a bowl of thick soup from a nearby table and flung it all over me. The hot liquid scalded my exposed skin, stinging painfully. The rage in my heart could no longer be suppressed. I grabbed Brittany’s arm as she tried to walk away, gritting my teeth. “Apologize to me right now!” Brittany yanked her arm, annoyed, and when she couldn’t break free, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Help! Someone! These country people are trying to hit me!” At her shouts, many of the Hayes family members surrounded Noah and me. Brittany pointed at my brother, completely self-righteous. “That little punk almost ruined my new nose! He made it so I couldn’t breathe!” Hearing that, the Hayes relatives didn’t hesitate. They immediately dragged Noah out from behind me. They encircled him, mercilessly beating him. Someone even raised a wine bottle and smashed it hard against the back of Noah’s head. Noah let out a weak, pained cry for help. “Brother, help me! Brother, please!” Desperate, I grabbed a chair and swung it with all my might at the people attacking my brother. They finally stopped, begrudgingly, when they felt the pain. I quickly scooped up my brother, his face covered in blood. “Don’t worry, Noah, I’ll get you to the hospital right away!” Just as I helped him up, Brittany blocked my path again, sneering. “What’s the rush? You haven’t apologized to me yet.” I roared, “You better get out of my way right now! If anything happens to my brother, I swear I won’t let you off the hook!” The moment the words left my mouth, the commotion finally drew Chloe Sterling over. She had been on the second floor, toasting to the important guests. She strode quickly towards me, her brows furrowed in displeasure, and completely disregarding my dignity, she yelled, “Lucas Reed, there are so many well-known businesspeople here today! Do you *have* to embarrass me today?!” “The contract I was about to finalize, you’ve ruined it!” She publicly slapped me hard across the face. My brother, whom I was supporting, tried to explain that none of this was my fault, but Brittany cut him off. “Sister-in-law, his brother purposely tried to ruin my new nose! You need to do something about this!” Watching Brittany playing the victim and accusing me first, my fury intensified. “Brittany Hayes, don’t you dare spew such lies! We didn’t even touch you! *You’re* the one who beat my brother like this!” Chloe glanced at my brother, whose consciousness was already fading, but she still didn’t believe a word I said. She forcibly pressed me. “Apologize to Brittany right now!” I vehemently refused. “It’s not my fault. Why should I apologize to her? The one who truly needs to apologize is *her*!” Seeing that I refused to back down, Chloe’s patience completely ran out. She screamed at me, “Lucas Reed, don’t you dare push it! If you don’t apologize, I’ll have someone kick you out of here!” Noticing Chloe’s genuine anger, Julian Hayes, standing nearby, feigned kindness and tried to calm her down. “Chloe, don’t be mad. I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding.” He subtly signaled Brittany. “You should apologize to the Reed brothers.” Brittany reluctantly mumbled, “I’m not apologizing to them. Sister-in-law agrees I didn’t do anything wrong.” After she spoke, Julian put on a helpless expression. This act seemed to tug at Chloe’s heartstrings. She took Julian’s hand and yelled at me, “Lucas Reed, you’ve truly embarrassed me today! Get out of here right now!” She saw me glance at the newborn baby and continued, “Someone with your character isn’t fit to be around my child. From now on, Julian will raise the baby.” Seeing the cold indifference on Chloe’s face, my heart was completely shattered in that moment. Looking at my brother in my arms, who had been dragged into this because of me, a wave of guilt washed over me. I coldly watched Chloe, who was now cuddling with another man. All the love I once felt for her vanished. Chloe Sterling, from this moment on, you and I are nothing.

After leaving the welcoming party, I immediately drove Noah to the hospital. After a prolonged emergency surgery, the doctor finally emerged from the ER, looking exhausted. The doctor looked at me gravely, regretting, “I’m sorry, Mr. Reed. We did everything we could. The fragments of the bottle caused irreversible damage to his brain nerves. For the rest of his life, he’ll likely be in a vegetative state, lying in bed.” The doctor’s words felt like an invisible magic, instantly draining all strength from my body. I collapsed helplessly at the door of the hospital room, staring at Noah, who lay in the bed, tubes everywhere. He was only eighteen years old! He had just gotten into his dream college! His life’s ambitions were yet to be realized, and now, because of me, this kind and sensible brother would be confined to a bed for the rest of his life! In that moment, an overwhelming wave of guilt and self-reproach engulfed me. Tears of regret streamed from my eyes. At that moment, I wished it was *me* lying in that bed! I didn’t close my eyes that night, staying by Noah’s bedside until dawn. When the first rays of morning sunlight hit the room, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I had barely answered when Chloe’s impatient voice burst through. “Lucas Reed, where the hell did you go?! Why aren’t you here to feed the baby and change his diapers?! Do you have any idea how much sleep we lost all night because you weren’t here to take care of him?!” She had barely finished when Julian’s complaining voice came from the other end. “Chloe, hurry and get Lucas, that servant, back here. I’m exhausted from last night.” His tone was clearly suggestive. “Chloe, if I’m always working this hard at night, I’m afraid I’ll be too tired for… other things.” Chloe replied coyly, “Oh, you!” Listening to Chloe and Julian flirting, my hand gripping the phone trembled uncontrollably from anger. But then she spoke again, criticizing me with force. “Lucas Reed, you are such an irresponsible father! If you don’t start taking care of the baby, I swear I’ll make sure you never see him again.” After the welcoming party, such threats had no effect on me. I said coldly, “Did you forget what you said at the party? Why would I take care of a child that isn’t mine?” Chloe snapped, “Lucas Reed, you are so petty! What I said yesterday at the party was just a dare I had to do after losing a game to Julian. It was just a joke! You, with your small mind, actually took it seriously!” “Do you really think I’m that awful?! If you keep being so ridiculously jealous, I really will get the baby a different father!” With that, Chloe angrily hung up. I gripped the screen of my now-disconnected phone, my heart aching with torment. I looked at Noah, now lying in the hospital bed, kept alive by IV drips, and managed a bitter smile. In that instant, I deeply regretted ever meeting Chloe. If I hadn’t been so determined to be with her back then, Noah wouldn’t be in this state now. Chloe and I met in college. Unlike me, an outsider, she became a campus celebrity the moment she enrolled. Beautiful, academically brilliant, and from a wealthy background, Chloe quickly became the target of pursuit for all the eligible men in the college. But at the same time, she was also targeted by many girls, who even intentionally locked her in a dusty storage room. When I found her, she was crying so hard she was on the verge of fainting. She stumbled helplessly into my arms, begging me in a panic, “Lucas, please, don’t leave me!” Looking at the crying beauty in my arms, my heart immediately stirred, and I fell uncontrollably in love with Chloe. Even though, as a small-town guy, I had absolutely no advantage among Chloe’s many suitors, I still actively pursued her. Finally, in our graduating year, I beat out all the other suitors and officially started dating Chloe. At the same time, respecting Chloe’s wishes, I decided to help her start her own company. In the early stages of the startup, she was worried that news of our marriage would affect the company’s development, so she decided to keep our marriage a secret, asking me to join the company as a department director to assist her. Although I felt uncomfortable, I agreed to her proposal. But five years later, my most cherished marriage lay in pieces, and my beloved wife colluded with an outsider to hurt my only brother. She even used the child to threaten me. I didn’t want this marriage anymore.

The idea of divorce took root in my mind, and I immediately contacted a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. After entrusting Noah to a nurse at the hospital, I immediately took the divorce papers to the company. But as soon as I entered the building, I noticed all the employees staring at me with strange looks. Just as I was wondering what was going on and opened my office door, I saw Julian Hayes with his feet propped on my desk, looking at me with a provocative smirk. My glass nameplate, with my name engraved on it, had been tossed into the trash can like garbage. I asked in a sharp voice, “Why are you in my office?” Julian looked smug. “Well, obviously, your work performance wasn’t cutting it, so Chloe specifically appointed me as the new Product Director.” I firmly countered, “Impossible. If she appointed you as Product Director, why haven’t I received any notification?” Julian suddenly leaned close to my ear, whispering mockingly, “Someone who embarrassed Chloe in front of so many partners yesterday, do you really think she’d keep using him?” Hearing that, I pushed him away hard. He suddenly showed a strange smile and intentionally fell to the floor, using my force to his advantage. Chloe, attracted by our argument, had just reached the office door and witnessed Julian collapsing. She instantly flared up. “Lucas Reed, how dare you push Julian down in front of all these people? That’s too much!” She quickly helped Julian up, her eyes filled with a tenderness I had never seen in all our years of marriage. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, picked up Julian’s printed business card, and asked Chloe, “He said you fired me. Is that true?” Meeting my furious gaze, a hint of panic flashed across Chloe’s face. She forced herself to sound calm. “Julian has good connections with many company heads. He’s more suitable for this position than you are.” “You should just go home and take care of the child.” I looked at Chloe’s resolute face, standing there, protecting Julian, and suddenly understood the meaning of unspeakable disappointment. When the company was first founded, to lighten Chloe’s burden as a startup owner, I willingly got drenched in rain running errands for clients, just to get their signatures on contracts. I even let myself be treated like a nobody at business dinners, easily ordered around. But now, she casually told me I wasn’t suitable for the position. I laughed, and as I laughed, I felt my eyes well up. I quickly turned my head, pretending nothing was wrong, and wiped away my tears. Coldly, I said, “Fine. From now on, I won’t be involved in anything related to the company.” I handed the file containing the divorce papers to Chloe. “Take a look at these documents. Please sign them as soon as possible.” With that, I turned to leave. Just as I was about to step out of the office, Chloe suddenly called out to me, asking, “How is your brother’s injury? Julian’s relatives were just playing a joke on him. I hope he doesn’t mind.” “Later, if you have time, I’ll take him on a trip abroad. It can be Julian’s way of apologizing.” Ha, Chloe Sterling, Chloe Sterling! It seems Julian is so important to you that you’d lower your proud facade to apologize. I looked at her coldly. “You don’t need to see my brother again. I’ll take care of him myself.” As she looked on, bewildered, I continued, “The file contains the divorce papers. Chloe Sterling, let’s get a divorce.”

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Before the graduation ceremony kicked off, I was double-checking the last performance on the program when I looked up and saw Brittany standing right in front of me. The stage lights hit her face at an angle, leaving her half in shadow and half illuminated at the edge of the curtain, making it impossible to read her expression. “President Aubrey, I heard the grand finale performance for the graduation ceremony… is your piano solo…” It was clearly written on the program. Was this person illiterate? As the Student Body President and the overall director of the graduation ceremony, I was busy organizing the event schedule and honestly couldn’t be bothered with her. I just gave a noncommittal “Mm” to brush her off. To my surprise, Brittany, upon receiving my casual reply, became hysterical, screaming like a madwoman. “Aubrey! Why do you have to steal everything from me?! First place in our year is yours! Student Body President is yours! Even the grand finale solo opportunity at graduation is yours!” After her shrill shriek, Brittany trembled, consumed by injustice, her eyes blazing red as she glared at me, as if she’d suffered the greatest wrong imaginable. The students gathered around couldn’t help but whisper. “Seriously, I’m done. Is she delusional? Nobody’s even trying to take anything from her. Seriously, can she stop playing the victim and looking for trouble?” “She’s just one of those people who can’t stand to see anyone else succeed. Last time, even the prettiest girl in our class got yelled at by her, for daring to dress up too nicely and make Brittany look plain. It was just so annoying…” I used the folder in my hand to block the spit flying from Brittany’s mouth and slowly voiced my confusion. “Excuse me, I recall you never even signed up for the Student Body President election or the graduation ceremony performance?” The moment I spoke, Brittany’s face changed. She stumbled back two steps in disbelief, covering her ears and shaking her head frantically. “It’s all your fault! All because of you! You stole my chance!” With that, she burst into tears and ran out the door. I also covered my ears to block out the noise, watching Brittany’s retreating back, and slowly turned around. Because I knew that as long as Brittany was around, another person was bound to appear… “Aubrey! How could you treat Brittany like that?!” Just as expected, Brandon, my childhood best friend, who’d somehow transformed into Brittany’s personal simp, stormed out from behind the curtain, his brows furrowed, demanding an answer. “Brittany’s already under so much stress! And you had to provoke her like that! Look how heartbroken she is, don’t you feel even a shred of guilt?!” “Well, as her best ‘friend,’ maybe next time you can sign her up for the Student Body President election and the graduation ceremony performance first, to help her take the first step towards her dreams.” I offered my suggestion with utmost sincerity, silently praying this toxic duo would stick together forever and never bother anyone else again. “Aubrey, you—” “If you don’t go after Brittany, she’ll be long gone.” There was too much to prepare for the graduation ceremony. I really didn’t want to waste time with those two weirdos, so I just made up an excuse to get rid of Brandon. “I totally misjudged you, Aubrey. You’re utterly unreasonable!” Brandon threw a final cutting remark. Just as I expected, he bolted out the door after Brittany. It was a miracle my brain cells survived being friends with him. Once Brandon rushed out, the graduation ceremony venue returned to its usual order and quiet. Without taking a break, I headed to the storage room to log the stage props being checked out. Ugh, with great power comes great responsibility. Coordinating the entire event as Student Body President was definitely not easy. After the last stage prop was moved out, I finished tidying up the prop boxes and reached out to push the door, ready to head to the graduation ceremony venue. After a few attempts, I realized something was off with the door— The storage room door had been locked from the outside. I banged on the cold metal door. I quickly realized there was no way I could open it from the inside on my own. Just then, a familiar, mocking voice slowly sounded from outside the door. “Aubrey, even though you’ve done so many terrible things, for old times’ sake, as childhood friends…” Brandon “considerately” made the choice for me. “If you just give this graduation performance slot back to Brittany, we’d be big-hearted enough to forgive you for snatching Brittany’s performance slot.” “Brittany’s crying so much, why can’t you just give her a chance to be on stage?” “You’ve been on stage so many times since we were kids. Why do you have to snatch even Brittany’s only chance to shine?” I was stunned speechless by Brandon’s insane logic. “You two are always so ridiculously ‘brave.’ Honestly, you two should join one of those crazy reality challenge shows. With how ‘brave’ you both are, you’d probably win a grand prize, hand in hand.” “Even if I’ve been on stage a lot, I’m not her nanny. Why should I just hand over my performance to her?” “Besides, did I stop her from being on stage? If she had any talent at all, she could’ve signed up for a slot, and maybe it would’ve passed the auditions?” I clearly pointed out every flaw in his statement, not indulging him one bit. The person outside fell silent, then let out a low, heavy scoff. “Looks like you still haven’t realized what you did wrong. You can stay in this storage room tonight and reflect.” “Be good. Next time you come over, I’ll personally bake you your favorite cake.” I realized deeply that you can’t reason with someone that delusional. Maybe if I just cursed him out, he’d understand better. “Uh… Dude, who even are you to tell me what to do?” Turns out, when you’re speechless enough, you really do laugh. I actually laughed, clapping as I spoke. “My favorite cake is made by a world-renowned pastry chef. Who do you think you are?” “You want me to come to your house? Get ready for a lawsuit, Brandon. The partnership between the Davies and Aubrey’s family ends today.” Just as I was focused on my retort, oblivious to everything else, a soft whimper came from nearby. Without a doubt, it was Brittany. “Oh, Brandon, is it because of me that you’re having a falling out with Aubrey’s family? You really don’t have to do so much for me. You’re so good to me, I don’t even know how to repay you…” “Right. It’s all because of you. Brittany, if you let me out of this storage room right now, your Brandon won’t have to have a falling out with Aubrey’s family. You can repay him on the spot. How about it?” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes indifferently. “Oh, Brandon, I just want to perform on stage, why is everyone in the world trying to stop me…” Brittany’s pitiful voice rang out again, showing no trace of guilt for trying to take my spot on stage. Clearly, Brandon fell for her damsel-in-distress act, and his words grew bolder in front of Brittany. “Brittany, you don’t have to listen to her! What’s yours, nobody can take away. Just confidently go be the grand finale lead for the graduation ceremony!” Is that really what you’re going with? I facepalmed, really not wanting to hear another word from this toxic duo. Luckily, to prepare for the evening’s graduation ceremony, Brandon and Brittany soon left the small storage room. Alright, so you want to perform, huh? I’ll give you this chance. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about what was coming next. Looks like they still have no idea what the hidden grand finale for the graduation ceremony is, do they? Unable to find me at the graduation ceremony venue, the Student Body Vice President gathered a team to search the entire campus, finally rescuing me from the storage room. “Oh my gosh, President! Who on earth locked you in there?! This is illegal confinement, we should check the surveillance and sue them mercilessly!” “Oh, President, were you hurt being locked in here alone? Are you cold? Here, take my jacket.” The younger student council members chattered around me. I sipped warm ginger tea and smiled, responding to each of their concerns. Nobody truly understands the real worth of being Student Body President, do they? I fought hard for this position! “President! Do you know how brazen Brittany was while you were missing?! Not only did she and Brandon forcefully crash the backstage makeup area, she, she, she also… never mind! Just look at her SnapChat!” A student council member handed me their phone. I looked down, and it was Brittany’s SnapChat. [With @Brandon, I’m not afraid of any difficulties! See you on stage! [kiss emoji]] The latest post was just a few minutes ago, with a selfie of her cupping her face and pouting. “Well, she won’t be facing any difficulties now. She and Brandon will be sued by me directly and sent straight behind bars.” I replied calmly, but another person beside me urgently tapped the picture to show me. “But President! The urgent matter is, Brittany wore your graduation gown for the performance!” Oh, for crying out loud! No wonder that dress looked so familiar! I looked closer and saw that the outfit subtly peeking out from the bottom of that photo was indeed my custom-made graduation gown. This gown was a high-end designer piece, specially tailored for me by my private designer. It was priceless and unobtainable in the market. To ensure the stage effect, the fabric of the gown was meant for one-time wear only. After Brittany wore it this once, the gown could be considered completely ruined. The price of this theft… she could spend years behind bars for this. “All students’ performance outfits are kept in their respective backstage lockers. Brittany taking it without asking is stealing. Does she think she doesn’t have enough criminal records already?” I immediately took a screenshot by pressing the lock button and the volume down button simultaneously, instructing my classmate to send me the picture as evidence. “Then what will you do, President? She stole your dress, what will you wear on stage later?!” “Don’t worry, I have plenty of other, even better dresses.” I hadn’t originally planned to wear such a luxurious gown, but now, it seemed like an occasional display of true power was necessary to remind others of my capabilities. While sending the evidence of Brittany’s theft to my family lawyer, I also asked my butler to bring the latest arrival—a fully diamond-studded haute couture evening gown. Surrounded by the student council members, I curved my lips into a bright smile. Brittany, see you on stage. “Your ordered flower bouquet has arrived, please confirm receipt~” After changing into the latest diamond-studded haute couture evening gown and finishing my makeup, I arrived at the entrance of the graduation ceremony venue with the younger student council members, only to run into someone unexpected. Brandon was holding a bouquet of flowers, delivered by a service, about to enter the venue. When he saw me, fully dressed up and suddenly appearing, his eyes widened in shock. He clearly hadn’t anticipated this situation. “Brittany is already on stage by now. There’s no way you can make it to the grand finale performance of the graduation ceremony anyway.” He quickly recovered, his tense expression vanished, replaced by a triumphant smile. “Aubrey, you’ve finally turned over a new leaf and given the stage opportunity back to Brittany. Your character shows a hint of improvement. As your childhood friend, I’m giving you this bouquet to encourage you.” Brandon looked at me from a distance with a satisfied expression, nodding with great contentment. Then, he bent down, rummaged through the delivery flower bag that had “Brittany” written on it, and pulled out a single mini-bouquet, a complimentary gift from the flower shop owner, from the very bottom. “Happy graduation! Even though you didn’t get to perform a solo at the graduation ceremony this time, with me, your childhood friend, around, you’ll have plenty of other stages to perform on in the future.” Brandon’s lips twitched, forming what he thought was a gentlemanly smile. The crumpled mini-bouquet in his hand shook with his movements. “Uh… Big bro, are you okay? Take a look, is that even a bouquet?” Before I could say anything, the student council members immediately started talking over each other, firing back at Brandon, instantly drowning him in a sea of critical remarks. “No, dude, do you even hear yourself? Can’t you even afford to buy a proper bouquet?” “That bouquet is smaller than my palm, isn’t it? Should I slap you on the President’s behalf?” “Why are Brittany’s flowers so small? Look, those huge flower baskets at the entrance are from our Student Council members to our President~” “Keep that pathetic little flower for Brittany~ A small flower for a small-minded person, isn’t that just perfect~” The goodwill I had accumulated over time supported me. I gratefully nodded to those around me. My classmates quietly clenched their fists, all standing by me, ready to back me up. “You guys are being totally unreasonable!” Brandon’s face alternated between red and white. He gnashed his teeth, trying to argue with those around him, but my gaze froze him in place. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, and he ultimately didn’t dare to speak. “Everyone knows who’s being unreasonable here, alright?” As my words fell, the clamor of the crowd gradually subsided. Under everyone’s gaze, I stepped forward, one step at a time. With a very shocked expression on his face, I raised my hand and unhesitatingly knocked the flower bouquet out of Brandon’s hand, walking past him without looking back. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.” “But I never said I wasn’t performing at this graduation ceremony, did I?” Dropping those words to the man, I ignored Brandon’s stunned gaze behind me, lifted the hem of my gown, and, with the student council members, firmly pushed open the doors to the graduation ceremony venue. The main battlefield was inside the venue. Meanwhile. Inside the graduation ceremony venue, the stage performances were nearing their end. The grand finale performance was about to begin. The host on stage, following the script rehearsed countless times, began the announcement. “Next up, we have an old friend everyone knows. I can guarantee every student here knows her.” “Oh? That impressive? Then she must be an outstanding student, excelling in both academics and character.” “Now, please welcome our beautiful and brilliant Student Body President, to perform a piano solo!” The students and parents attending the graduation ceremony in the audience applauded in unison, eager to see this legendary, excellent Student Body President. “Student Body President and a piano solo? That young lady is truly outstanding.” “Such an excellent and hardworking young lady has a limitless future!” “Our Student Body President is incredibly capable, and she’s gorgeous, and her family is rich. Ah, I won’t say more. Mom, you’ll see her in person soon enough.” Many students in the audience voluntarily told their parents about the Student Body President’s achievements. Everyone’s expectant gaze turned towards the stage. The curtain slowly opened, and the lights suddenly brightened. Standing center stage, however, was a stranger—Brittany! “Hello everyone, I’m Brittany. Today, at the graduation ceremony, I will be performing a piano solo—‘Fate.’” Brittany stood beaming in the center of the stage, theatrically bowing to the audience. Her ill-fitting evening gown was tightly bound to her body, making her look like a trussed-up crab. Her face was painted with an overly heavy, inappropriate influencer makeup, making her look completely out of place on stage. “Wait, isn’t your Student Body President a young lady from a good family? The person up there looks completely different in temperament and style.” “Our Student Body President is Aubrey. Who is that person on stage? Where’s our Student Body President?” “Where’s the President? We only recognize Aubrey as our Student Body President!” A wave of whispers spread through the audience, but one person excitedly stood up and shouted. “That’s my daughter, Brittany! I’ve painstakingly nurtured her for so many years, and now I’m finally seeing the rewards!” “This child has been sensible since she was little, never giving me any worries with her studies. Raising a daughter like this, as her father, I’m both proud and heartbroken!” “Thank you for your applause for Brittany! My Brittany will definitely be even more outstanding in the future!” Even though no one in the audience was applauding Brittany, Brittany’s father delivered his speech with exaggerated fanfare. On stage, Brittany’s eyes immediately reddened the moment she saw her father stand up. “Today, standing here, I’m most grateful to my father. It was his subtle influence that taught me so many life lessons…” “Without my father, I would never have been able to stand on this stage today.” Brittany clutched the microphone, launching into a lengthy, emotional speech. “Haha, what this student shared today is truly touching, but considering the time, let’s save the rest of this wonderful sharing for backstage. Now, please begin the performance!” Seeing the time dragging on and the performance delayed, with the audience constantly murmuring, the host was forced to go on stage and take the microphone from Brittany, frantically signaling her with his eyes to start playing. “What’s going on with Aubrey? Even if she had to find someone last minute to fill in, she should’ve found someone who… wasn’t so obviously out of place?” “Look at that kid on stage, her words make no sense, and her hands are flailing around. She’s on a completely different level from Aubrey.” “It would’ve been better to let one of our own step in temporarily, honestly.” Among the School Board members, some leaders who had partnerships with Aubrey’s family also began to whisper. Finally, after stalling for so long, Brittany sat down at the grand piano and lowered her head, pressing the first note. A terrible sound came from the piano, but it was quickly covered by the smooth music from the speakers. Brittany swayed her head, completely immersed in the art of faking her performance. Wait, what? The audience watched Brittany’s fake playing in stunned silence. Was this woman treating the audience like fools? Couldn’t she tell the difference between the piano and the speakers? As the audience endured Brittany’s mimed performance, feeling like an eternity, the main doors of the graduation ceremony venue creaked open. Everyone curiously turned to look, only to see a dozen figures, all in dark attire, appear at the entrance. And the person leading them was a face everyone knew all too well—Aubrey. “Aubrey! The President is back!” “The President is going to perform!” Students in the audience couldn’t help but exclaim, and instantly, the entire hall’s focus shifted to my sudden appearance. Nobody paid any attention to Brittany, who was still fakely playing on stage. Seeing my arrival, the student council’s logistics staff instinctively shifted the lights onto me. My luxurious outfit and makeup became even clearer under the spotlights. I stepped forward, my high heels clicking steadily on the floor. My diamond-studded haute couture evening gown shimmered brilliantly under the lights. The satin fabric flowed under the light, the custom-tailored shoulder lines subtly cinching, making my figure look sleek and elegant. With every step, the skirt swayed gently, reflecting brilliance from every angle. “She’s so beautiful… That dress looks like the latest haute couture, it suits the President so perfectly, ahhhhh!” “I’m done for, I can’t take my eyes off the President now.” “The President herself is beautiful! That dress is just an accessory to her.” In the interplay of light and shadow, I looked like a goddess descended from the heavens. Some students and parents seeing me for the first time were stunned, holding their breath, staring blankly as I slowly walked towards the front of the stage. “Excuse me, could the backstage please stop the music.” I raised a hand, and the large carat diamond earrings swayed gently, accentuating my exquisitely elegant makeup. All of this stood in stark contrast to Brittany on stage. The difference between us was truly a world apart. The moment my words fell, the music immediately stopped. Brittany’s hands were still miming, and the quiet venue felt incredibly awkward. The audience looked at me, then at Brittany. It clicked for everyone what was happening, and they all eagerly watched the drama unfold. A student council member brought me a microphone so my words could be heard more clearly by everyone present. “Hello everyone, I’m Aubrey, the current Student Body President, and the original performer for the graduation ceremony’s piano solo.” I deliberately emphasized “original,” and expressions of sudden understanding spread through the audience. “I knew it. This Brittany, she doesn’t look like a Student Body President at all. She completely missed the vibe of the event.” “Such a massive turn-off! Is she treating the audience like mere props to be fooled?” “And faking the performance is just too much! Is she treating us like fools?!”

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Champ wasn’t just my old family dog; he was family, my protector, almost like a father figure to me. He wasn’t just allowed on the furniture; he practically had his own seat at the dinner table. And anyone I thought about marrying? They had to get Champ’s sniff of approval first. But then, while I was away on a business trip, I saw Champ on the company’s annual party livestream. He was pinned to the wall with hundreds of needles, a horrifying patch of dried, dark blood matted beneath him. And my wife, Chloe’s, male secretary, Liam, stood beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve been having some bad luck lately. The CEO brought this old, mangy dog here specifically to cleanse me of it. Isn’t he just too sweet to me~” Envy rippled through the crowd. My vision blurred crimson. I immediately messaged Chloe: **[Get Champ to the vet, NOW! Or I swear, you’ll regret ever being born!]** On the screen, a flicker of panic crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself, clapping and cheering with the rest. I scoffed, a cold laugh escaping my lips, and then dialed a number. The next moment, a squad of men in black stormed the banquet hall. They grabbed Chloe’s secretary and slammed his face onto the scattered needles on the floor. No one who hurts Champ gets away with it!

My wife, Chloe, called me instantly. “You sent people to beat Liam up, and I tried to ignore that! But why call the cops? Do you have any idea how hurt he is?” I glanced at my return flight ticket, my anger barely contained. “I warned you.” Chloe paused, then snapped, “It’s just a dog, Leo! Liam’s been having a rough time lately. I just let Champ help him get rid of his bad luck. Is a dog more important than a human?” “Don’t be ridiculous. Drop the charges right now, or you and your thugs who assaulted Liam can expect a court summons!” “Go ahead and sue,” I said coldly. “Champ is worth at least a hundred million. Even his fur is insured for thirty million. I’d like to see whose side the law takes!” “You’re insane! Thirty million for dog fur insurance?” Chloe’s roar echoed through the phone. “Leo, are you seriously treating a dog like your own dad?” “I don’t care. You can’t hold this against Liam today. He’s worked so hard to get where he is. Making him pay that much money would ruin him!” I suddenly chuckled. “So worried about him? You could always pay for him.” “How about it, ‘CEO’?” “Though, using marital assets to bail out your side piece… The evidence I have in my hand would make you lucky to walk out with just the clothes on your back.” Her scheme exposed, Chloe flushed with rage. “What are you talking about? There’s absolutely nothing going on between us!” “You’re just projecting! Your mind is so twisted, you see filth everywhere! You honestly sicken me!” The phone slammed down. That evening, as soon as my plane landed, I received a message from the police station: **[Mr. Jenkins, your wife has already paid the compensation and bailed the man out.]** I sneered. Then I forwarded all the evidence and files he sent me to my lawyer, instructing them to prepare for divorce proceedings. Years ago, if Champ hadn’t been so uniquely fond of Chloe, I wouldn’t have chosen her from all the potential alliances, especially since her family was the most down on its luck. Even later, when I discovered she had simply researched Champ’s preferences beforehand, I didn’t hold it against her. After all, she *did* put in the effort for Champ. When I frequently traveled abroad to expand our overseas business, I felt completely at ease leaving the company and Champ in her care. I thought she was smart, that she at least knew how to be grateful. I never imagined that just three short years of being a CEO would change her so drastically. Not only did she cheat, but she even dared to lay a hand on Champ! Lost in my thoughts, my phone suddenly buzzed with a new post from Chloe’s assistant, Liam, on Twitter. I tapped it open. The image showed two hands clasped together, fingers intertwined. I instantly recognized one as Chloe’s; there was even a faint mark where her wedding ring used to be. The caption read: **[Another hundred million spent by the CEO just for me. But I’m broke, so I guess I’ll just have to repay his kindness with my body~]** Oh, really? Cheating so brazenly? Do they think I’m a complete fool? I immediately flung the screenshot into the Jenkins family WhatsApp group, tagging Chloe: **”Ms. Jenkins, did your secretary give you a good workout tonight?”** Ignoring the group chat that had completely blown up, I drove straight to the animal hospital. When I gave the name, the receptionist immediately looked up, her expression uncertain. “Didn’t your wife say she had your permission… to put the dog down?”

I burst into the isolation room. The vet already had the syringe in hand, the needle glinting menacingly. Champ let out a low whimper, sensing the danger, but was too weak from his injuries to even put up a slight struggle. “Stop!” I roared. The vet froze, looking confused. I scooped Champ into my arms and walked out, leaving a single sentence hanging in the air. “You’re going to put a pet down without explicit consent from the owner? This hospital is going to be shut down!” Champ sniffed my familiar scent, his nose twitching, and whimpered weakly a couple of times. I gently stroked his head, my heart aching, and pushed him into the operating room. While waiting outside, Liam posted an apology video on Ins, even tagging me. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he still feigned composure. “I never thought my last post would cause Ms. Jenkins’ husband to misunderstand. ‘Boss’ is just my pet name for my girlfriend, it wasn’t meant for Ms. Jenkins.” “I apologize to Ms. Jenkins’ husband for the misunderstanding. I’m truly sorry! Perhaps a ‘Boss’ title is too high-class for a nobody like me. I swear, I won’t ever use it again. Please, just let me go!” Immediately after, Chloe liked his post: **[I never realized how my husband’s possessiveness would drag you into this mess. I’m so sorry on his behalf.]** Instantly, the comments section blew up with sympathy for Liam, outrage against the rich, and a bunch of people calling me a psycho, telling Chloe to dump me. I ignored their antics, staring at the video’s background. I almost laughed at the absurdity. He claimed “Boss” wasn’t for Chloe, yet the apology video was shot in *my* and Chloe’s bedroom! Chloe’s silk nightgown, the one she specifically wore for me last time, was still lying on the floor! I immediately slammed all the evidence online. “So, is my bed more comfortable when you’re sneaking around in it?” “Oh, and by the way, that bed cost me two million to custom make. It’s stained now, so you can keep it when you leave. Consider it a housewarming gift from me.” Soon, the hashtag #CEOGiftsSidePieceMyBed went viral. Chloe’s older brother, Caleb, showed up first. A forced smile stretched across his face. “Leo, Chloe is still young. It must have been that scumbag who seduced her, and she just made a mistake.” Mrs. Jenkins grabbed Chloe’s ear and pushed her forward. “Look at the mess you’ve made! Hurry up and apologize to Leo!” Chloe’s expression was grim. “Leo, why did you post all that stuff online? You’ve ruined both my and Liam’s reputations!” “Liam and I haven’t done anything. He had nowhere else to go, so I just let him stay. There are security cameras in the bedroom; you can check if you don’t believe me!” As she spoke, Chloe took a few steps forward and raised her hand, aiming to slap me. I caught her wrist, my face dark as I stared at her. “Chloe, you should be thankful you two didn’t *actually* do anything in that bedroom. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me.” “Get out of my sight. I don’t have time for you right now.” But she mistook my calm for weakness and became bolder. “You need to post something online immediately to clear Liam’s name, or don’t even *think* about me forgiving you!” Just as her words fell, the operating room light flickered off. The lead surgeon walked out, pulling off his mask. “The surgery was successful. Champ’s life is safe.” A wave of relief washed over me. I then slammed the divorce papers onto Chloe’s face. “Forgive me? No need.” “Sign it. We’ll settle the rest of our accounts slowly after that!”

Chloe’s eyes widened, her face slowly paling. “I told you, there’s nothing between us. I didn’t betray you.” “Just because I let him stay, you want a divorce? I won’t agree!” I pointed to Champ, who was still on the hospital bed. “You don’t have a choice.” Hearing this, Chloe stumbled back a few steps and collapsed to the floor. Her eyes reddened. “Leo, I was wrong, I’m willing to make amends…” “Champ’s okay, isn’t he?” “Please, please don’t divorce me! You can’t divorce me over a dog!” My expression was cold. “Champ isn’t just a dog! How many times have I told you, Champ saved my life. Without Champ, I would have died ten years ago.” “I’ve always treated him like family, and you almost killed my family!” Every time I traveled, I would repeatedly tell her to take good care of Champ. Yet, the person I trusted most deeply was the one who hurt him the most. Seeing my indifferent, unmoving expression, Chloe crawled to my side, clutching my legs and sobbing. “Leo, please, please trust me one more time… I swear I’ll never make such a mistake again…” “I promise, I’ll be a thousand times better to you and Champ from now on…” Caleb and Mrs. Jenkins also rushed over. “Leo, come on, you two were married! Chloe really understands what she did wrong now. Everyone makes mistakes, right?” “As for that pathetic loser, it was all his fault. We’ll get rid of him for good!” Chloe quickly chimed in, “Yes, yes! I’ll fire Liam right now! I’ll never see him again!” She fumbled for her phone, calling HR to dismiss Liam. Then she looked at me with hopeful eyes. Just then, Champ slowly regained consciousness. Chloe immediately pounced on him. Champ shuddered and turned his head away, as if he didn’t want to see her anymore. Seeing this, Chloe froze, her smile more strained than a sob. “Champ, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do anything like that again…” She carefully took Champ’s paw. “Please, just give me another chance, okay?” Hot tears soaked his fur. Champ turned his head back, almost sighing. Then he looked at me with his wet eyes and nodded. I shook my head. I knew Champ was incredibly intelligent. He clearly sensed I still had feelings for Chloe, and he wanted someone by my side. “Champ, you’re the most important thing.” Hearing this, Champ whimpered and even refused to take his medicine. He only opened his mouth when Chloe came to him. I had investigated and found that Chloe hadn’t actually had a physical affair. Softening, I ultimately gave her another chance. In the following days, Chloe truly kept her vows. She not only took meticulous care of me but also showed endless patience with the injured Champ. Every day, she personally cooked his meals, bathed and groomed him, took him for walks, and even actively took him for follow-up appointments at the vet, buying him various clothes, toys, and treats. She was more dedicated than I was. Champ grew increasingly dependent on her. Watching her gently tease Champ with toys, I gradually let my guard down. Until one day, Champ suddenly suffered from uncontrollable diarrhea. I rushed him to the animal hospital Chloe had mentioned. I called out for a long time, but no one answered. Just as I was anxiously about to leave, a young nurse, rubbing her sleepy eyes, emerged. Seeing Champ, she casually pointed to a dirty, foul-smelling iron cage in the corner. “Put him there.” My anger flared. “What do you mean?” “New here? Are you Mr. Jenkins’ driver or butler?” The nurse said nonchalantly. “Ms. Jenkins said this dog made our boss unhappy, so of course he has to stay in a place like this!” “Speaking of which, Ms. Jenkins truly spoils our boss. She even opened a pet store specifically for him because he liked it, letting him manage it!” “Normally, their favorite thing to do is torment this dog. Last time, it was scalding his throat with boiling water. The time before that, I think it was needles in his paw pads, and…” “Enough!” I couldn’t listen anymore. I roared. I never imagined Chloe was secretly abusing Champ! “Where’s Chloe?” As soon as I spoke, familiar moans suddenly came from the office. The nurse winked suggestively. “They’re at it again.” I clenched my fists and strode quickly towards the partially open door. Inside, Chloe and Liam were locked in passionate embrace. Liam lifted Chloe’s leg high. “Sister, has your husband ever reached this position?” Chloe’s voice came in gasps: “He’s nothing compared to you!” “Liam, hurry… make sure I leave here pregnant today, so that fool Leo can raise our baby for us…” Hearing this, I clenched my fists tighter, unable to hold back any longer. I kicked the door open.

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My wife and I were deeply in love. Aside from a noticeable chill in our intimacy, everything else was perfect. Until one day, I saw search terms she hadn’t bothered to delete. “How to fake interest in your husband?” “What excuses to use to refuse sex with your husband?” “Can’t stand husband’s closeness, what to do if you feel sick?” Lately, I’d been constantly wondering if Izzy was seeing someone else. But no matter if I checked her phone or hired someone to keep an eye on her, I couldn’t find any solid proof. My wife, Isabelle Sterling, was a total knockout – classic beauty, long legs, tall, and eyes that could melt anyone. Even in her everyday work suits, you could see her stunning figure. Before we got married, every time we were alone, I’d have trouble controlling myself. After we got married, I couldn’t wait to spend every night lost in each other. But who would have thought that a natural stunner like her could be so cold in the bedroom? She always claimed she was too tired, sometimes not letting me near her for an entire month. I used to be understanding. After all, as a CEO, she was under a lot of pressure, and as a freelancer, it was my job to be considerate. But a while ago, I found a hotel room receipt in her purse.

Izzy traveled a lot for work. These receipts should have been submitted to accounting for reimbursement. But she was holding onto it herself, which could only mean it was for personal use and couldn’t be shown openly. I casually asked her, “Hey, babe, were you at The Grandview Hotel last Friday? A friend said they thought they saw you.” “No way. All my recent meetings have been at The Stellar Inn. If you saw me there, that’s possible.” Her voice was soft and gentle. I used to joke that she sounded like she was flirting, not negotiating. Now, I realized lying and flirting had something in common – they both made it hard to tell what was real! The receipt wasn’t from The Stellar Inn or The Grandview. I checked the map and found it was from a cheap, no-name motel right across from The Grandview! She was always incredibly particular about her lifestyle, so why would she book a room at a place like that? And why lie about it? This bothered me for ages. Still unsettled, I quietly checked her call logs and social media, but came up empty. She seemed to have zero interest in men, with almost no male friends outside of work contacts. Those two receipts were like a splinter, digging deep into my heart. Finally, I made up my mind and dialed her assistant, Chloe Jenkins. I didn’t even know how to start, but she brought it up herself. “Leo, did you happen to find two hotel receipts at home? A couple of times, both The Grandview and The Stellar Inn were full, so I put the driver up somewhere else, but I can’t find two of those receipts for reimbursement.” Oh, so that was it! I quickly had someone deliver them to her. I trusted Chloe. She was someone I’d personally put on Izzy’s team, and her loyalty was unquestionable.

Another day, Izzy came home very late. The moment she walked in, she headed straight for the bathroom. My heart ached for how much she sacrificed for us, so I went to the kitchen to cook her some noodles. As I turned, I saw her phone sitting on the table. Izzy had never kept secrets from me. Our passwords were each other’s birthdays, for crying out loud, but I rarely looked at her phone. Suddenly, I remembered we’d just switched internet providers and I hadn’t connected her phone or laptop yet. After a few taps, I was about to turn off the screen when I saw a notification pop up: “Learn these tricks to make your husband think he’s your soulmate.” I almost laughed. Izzy and I were already so in love. She always said I was her first love, her only man. Why would she need tips on that? I was about to swipe it away, but accidentally tapped the page instead. The search questions at the top were: “How to fake interest in your husband?” “What excuses to use to refuse sex with your husband?” “Can’t stand husband’s closeness, what to do if you feel sick?” The steam rising from the pot blurred my vision, making the words on the screen harder to see. “Why are you holding my phone?” Izzy came out in her pajamas, a modest and reserved style that covered her from her neck to her calves. I’d always thought she was a traditional woman, maybe that’s how she felt secure. “Our internet contract expired. We got a new one, just updating your password.” I calmly handed her the phone back. “Don’t touch my phone without my permission! I don’t snoop through yours. Didn’t we agree on having our own space?” She ate her noodles, bite by bite. I watched her for a long time, my expression unreadable. Inside, I was seething, wanting to confront her, but also scoffing. She was such a good actress, playing it off like nothing happened. “Babe, we haven’t been intimate in ages. I want to…” “I’m too tired today! I need to rest. Maybe another time?” She firmly pressed down on my hand, stopping me from moving. “Izzy, you’re just too beautiful. I can’t help myself.” I leaned down to find her lips. Remembering my earlier suspicions, I pressed my mouth harder against hers. “Honey, my stomach hurts!” Her soft, sweet whine instantly made my heart ache. But looking into her clear eyes, devoid of any lust, I knew it was just another excuse.

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　　For three years of marriage to Julian, he never once touched me. 　　Until I accidentally knocked Celeste’s sacred rosary off her wrist. In a furious rage, he stripped me naked and shoved me into the biting snow. 　　I sobbed, begging him to stop. 　　“I truly know I was wrong. It’s so cold, I’ll freeze to death.” 　　But Julian ignored my pleas. 　　“Stop pretending. Since you dared to touch Celeste’s things, you need a good lesson.” 　　I lay in the snow all night, my hands and feet completely numb. 　　Later, I personally took gifts to apologize to Celeste, only to accidentally catch her and Julian entangled together. 　　Turns out, Julian had already accepted my mother-in-law’s proposal for him to essentially extend his responsibilities to both our families. 　　In utter despair, I finally dialed Leo’s number. 　　“I’ve thought about it. I agree to your proposal for me to join your side of the family.” 　　Leo’s voice on the other end of the line was incredibly excited. 　　“Are you really sure?” 　　I nodded, despair weighing me down. 　　“Yes.” 　　I heard rustling sounds from his end. 　　“Wait for me here. I’m coming back for you.” 　　After hanging up with Leo, tears streamed down my face, unbidden. 　　Julian had never touched me in our three years of marriage. 　　I always thought he was just naturally cold, until yesterday, when I stumbled upon him and Celeste together in her private sanctuary. 　　The unbearable sounds lasted all night. 　　I suddenly remembered years ago, when Julian had thrown me out just because I wore a slightly low-cut shirt into the sanctuary. 　　“This is a sacred space. How dare you desecrate it?” 　　Back then, I was utterly humiliated, thinking it was all my fault. Now, I see Julian’s heart was twisted from the very beginning. Catching a glimpse of Julian entering the bedroom, I quickly wiped away my tears. 　　“Anya, get up! Celeste isn’t feeling well. Go make her something to eat.” 　　Celeste leaned against Julian, delicate as a willow branch. 　　“Oh, dear sister-in-law, I’m not feeling well today, so sorry to trouble you. My stomach is a bit sensitive, I need some chicken soup, made from a free-range hen from the countryside.” 　　“It’ll be a bother, but could you go fetch one yourself?” 　　I looked at them, stunned. 　　“My hands and feet are still numb from being frozen last night. How can I go to the countryside to catch a chicken now?” 　　Julian, hearing my words, looked incredibly annoyed. He reached out and dragged me from the covers onto the floor. 　　“Anya, stop pretending! Catching a chicken isn’t going to kill you!” 　　I was violently thrown to the ground, momentarily dazed. That’s when Celeste spoke up. 　　“Dear sister-in-law, the car’s broken. You’ll have to walk.” I secretly clenched my fists. To avoid conflict, I struggled to my feet. As I passed Celeste, she casually exposed the red marks on her collarbone, leaning close to my ear to whisper, “Julian was rough last night, left marks all over me.” She then gave me a provocative smirk. The old me would have burst into tears and confronted them. But now, my heart had long gone numb, unable to stir even a flicker of emotion. I walked past them expressionlessly, because all I wanted was to leave.

　　Under the butler’s watchful eye, I walked to the countryside. 　　With the ice and snow just beginning to melt, the country roads were treacherous, and I stumbled and fell several times. 　　Under the butler’s supervision, I caught a chicken myself. By then, my clothes were filthy and disheveled. 　　My limbs, which had just been numb from the freezing cold last night, started to go numb again. Expressionless, I dragged my exhausted body onto the road back home. 　　But to my surprise, when I finally arrived home, no one opened the door for me. 　　“Leo, is our sister-in-law upset with me? Is that why she came back so late?” 　　“I’m shaking, I’m so hungry.” 　　Julian, standing beside her, dotingly flicked Celeste’s nose. 　　“Then let’s give her a little punishment.” 　　They locked me out of the house. Under the butler’s supervision, I was forced to stand outside. 　　A light snow began to fall, and my hands and feet, already numb from last night’s freezing cold, lost all sensation again. 　　My consciousness began to blur. The butler, showing no mercy, kicked me hard in the waist, sending me stumbling and snapping me back to my senses. 　　But not long after, my consciousness blurred once more. 　　This time, no matter how much the butler kicked me, I couldn’t regain my awareness. 　　In my hazy state, the intimate sounds from inside the house started up again. 　　I felt like I was going to die. 　　I woke up in a hospital, only to be greeted by a stinging slap from Julian. 　　“How can you be so dramatic? All I asked was for you to stand for a bit, and you have to pretend to faint and come to the hospital?” 　　“Do you have any idea how much you scared Celeste? It took me ages to calm her down.” 　　The nurse beside me couldn’t take it anymore and rolled her eyes. 　　“Sir, your wife is almost dead, and you’re still worried about your sister-in-law being scared?” 　　Julian, however, dismissed it. 　　“Anya, you’re getting quite bold, aren’t you? You even bribed a nurse to lie for you.” 　　“Let me tell you, this kind of trick won’t work on me.” 　　The nurse was about to argue further, but I stopped her. Julian was always stubborn; once he made up his mind, there was no changing it. 　　I thanked the nurse and got up, leaving the room with Julian.

　　As soon as we returned home, Celeste eagerly rushed into Julian’s arms. 　　She whimpered, crying. 　　“Julian, I just had the maid stew the chicken Anya brought back.” 　　“But the maid told me the chicken wasn’t fresh anymore, it couldn’t be eaten.” 　　Julian immediately turned to me, glaring furiously. 　　“It’s all your fault for faking illness! Now Celeste couldn’t even have fresh chicken!” 　　“Go apologize to her right now.” 　　Looking at the two of them, I found it somewhat amusing. My gaze fell on their intertwined hands. 　　“Anyone would think *you two* were the married couple.” 　　Hearing my words, Julian instinctively loosened his grip. 　　“Anya, what do you mean by that?” 　　“I tolerate your usual nonsense, but now you dare to casually slander Celeste?” 　　Julian’s words thoroughly ignited the fury in my heart. 　　“Julian, look at the distance between you and Celeste! Do you two look like normal brother-in-law and sister-in-law?!” 　　“If you wanted to extend your responsibilities to both families, you could have just told me!” 　　*Slap!* Julian delivered a stinging slap across my face. 　　“Anya, I think you’ve truly gone mad from pretending to be sick! How dare you spread rumors about me and Celeste?” 　　“It seems the previous punishment didn’t make you sober up. If that’s the case, then go reflect properly in the confinement room.” 　　The family’s confinement room was right next to the family cemetery, specifically for punishing disobedient family members. It was constantly dark, infested with rats and cockroaches. For me, who suffered from claustrophobia, this punishment was pure torture. 　　I trembled, wanting to beg Julian to let me go. But he didn’t even glance at me. He turned to softly comfort Celeste. 　　I was dragged into the confinement room by the bodyguards. 　　The enclosed environment plunged me into anxiety. 　　I started tearing at my hair and clothes, trying to calm myself down in the confined space. 　　But it was all in vain. Rats constantly nibbled at my body. 　　I had to stay conscious at all times, until a phone call came. 　　When Leo arrived, I was huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably. 　　The moment he saw me, Leo’s eyes instantly reddened. 　　“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, I’m here to save you.”

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After my family went bankrupt, I moved overseas for seven years. I started fabricating stories, claiming I was the true love of a powerful old-money heir, just to seem more impressive. “Listen up, Julian Thorne spent a billion dollars on me, buying a private island just for us.” “After I dumped him, he was so heartbroken he found eighteen lookalikes! All young and gorgeous!” “One hundred listed companies went belly-up overnight because they dared to cross me.” At first, nobody in the ex-pat community believed a word of it. Not until someone bold enough to challenge him actually contacted Julian Thorne himself, and he somehow gave them VIP access… The whole community exploded! From then on, they believed every single word about my identity! As I sat on the plane heading back home, my stomach churning with anxiety, I suddenly heard an inner thought. “Julian Thorne ditched me for his true love for the ninety-ninth time. This time, I’m done with him!” Seriously, sis, ninety-nine times?! Why are you so obsessed with breaking them up? Doesn’t ninety-nine times prove it’s true love? Wait! Julian Thorne actually *has* a “White Moonlight”?

On my first day back, Julian Thorne pinned me against the elevator corner, his hands gripping my throat. “Chloe Thorne, you actually dared to come back?!” “Seven years ago, I told you I’d break your legs if you ever showed your face again!” “Did you really think I was just kidding?” My back hit the icy metal panel, sending a shiver down my spine. I’d heard Julian Thorne’s personality had completely changed, but seeing it firsthand was still a shock. I reached up, touching his face. “If it’s you, of course, you can do anything.” Damn it! My flirting habits just slipped out too easily! “You!” Julian Thorne seemed to be struggling with a massive headache. He took a breath, then gritted his teeth, full of resentment. “Chloe Thorne, sometimes I really wonder if I was in a car accident or got seriously sick.” “Otherwise, why would I have absolutely no memory of those wild stories you made up overseas?” I stared at my shoes, trying my best to hold back a laugh. “Go on, laugh. Don’t hold back.” Julian Thorne lifted my chin. “We’ll settle this mess once we get out.” When the firefighters pried open the elevator doors and pulled us out, I immediately saw a familiar face. No way! Julian Thorne’s White Moonlight is my best friend! As for how similar they look, at least 40%! I stared at her, thinking, *You, dude, you like married women?!* “Mr. Thorne.” The young woman walked over timidly, tears still in the corners of her eyes. “Are you alright?” Julian Thorne’s face was cold. “What are you doing here?” I was about to speak, but her inner thoughts reached my ears clearly: “Heh, if it wasn’t for that substitute fee, who’d want to play along with you! As soon as the contract ends in three days, I’m ditching you, you jerk! You’ll regret it!” I was speechless. Wow, these city folks really know how to play dirty. “And you, are you Mr. Thorne’s friend? I’m Skylar. Is there something wrong, ma’am? You keep staring at me.” “Sorry, I just think you smell really good.” The young woman blushed. Julian Thorne pushed himself between us without a word. “How long are you staying this time?” “Three days.” Seven years ago, the Thorne family went bankrupt. Mr. Thorne Sr. pushed his eldest son to take the fall. Now, perhaps with age, he missed his grandson a little. So, he chose his birthday as an excuse for me to bring Caleb back. Julian Thorne looked at me with a complex expression, then suddenly said, “Just go. Don’t bother me for the next few days.” “Otherwise…” Tsk, I only messed with him a few times seven years ago. Is he still this petty? “Chloe—” Everyone exchanged glances, because the person who arrived was none other than my long-suffering bestie.

“Come on!” She grabbed my arm. “The birthday VIP room is booked, eight male models are ready, just waiting for you!” Julian Thorne turned, stopping in front of us. “Why don’t we all go together?” My best friend squeezed my arm hard, but I nodded with a smile. “Sure.” Who doesn’t love a free drama show? “Chloe Thorne,” my best friend gritted through her teeth, “You’re asking for trouble!” But quickly, she got excited. “Did you see just now? The male models I hired, all eight of them! They’re all changing into suits!” Julian Thorne sat in the corner of the room, casually swirling the drink in his glass. The door suddenly swung open. Eight male models, all 6’1″+ and in suits, bowed in unison towards Julian Thorne. “Good evening, Mr. Thorne!” My best friend froze, grabbed her alarm clock, and ran. Real impressive! I was about to grab my own alarm clock when Julian Thorne took my phone. “Isn’t this a birthday party? Why hasn’t it started yet?” You reap what you sow. I opened the cake box. Julian Thorne started putting candles on it, looking like he was decorating my tombstone. Skylar’s inner thoughts chimed in again: “That jerk, for my birthday, it was just a standard twenty-five candles, but for her, it’s eighteen? Does he have to be so double-standard?” “Before I leave, I have to burn his White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows to the ground!” White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows? Ugh, I suddenly really wanted to see it! Would it have a bunch of my bestie’s big head photos? “Miss Thorne, your 1995 Dom Pérignon.” Just as I reached out, Julian Thorne took the glass. “She’s allergic to alcohol.” I paused, suddenly remembering that time seven years ago when I got Julian Thorne drunk and then escaped the country. Could he have been faking it back then? The manager came in, handing over the bill. “Miss Thorne, the total for tonight’s consumption is $88,888. May I put it on card or cash?” I glanced at Julian Thorne in the corner, flipping my black card between my fingers. “Oh dear, I just remembered this card has a limit.” “How about I stay and work off the debt by washing dishes?” Julian Thorne flew into a rage. “Chloe! It’s less than a hundred thousand, why are you pretending to be poor?” “I really don’t have money. Why don’t… you lend me some?” “I lend you money?” Julian Thorne tugged at his tie, shaking with anger. “You ordered the male models! I pay? Do I have no self-respect left?!” Ten minutes later, Julian Thorne paid. Soon after, his company’s finance department called, asking what his latest expenditure was so she could account for it. Julian Thorne realized he’d used the wrong card and mumbled something about it being business entertainment. The finance manager then asked which hotel it was and if there was a receipt. Julian Thorne was so furious he just hung up. I stood there, biting back laughter until my insides ached, trying desperately to hold it in. Julian Thorne pressed his fingertips against his temples, then pulled out a sheet of paper. “Write me an IOU. Now. Immediately!”

Stepping out, I immediately slipped into Julian Thorne’s car. “Who said you could get in?” Julian Thorne’s chest heaved. “I told you to stop bothering me for the next few days, did it go in one ear and out the other?” “I’m going to your place—” Julian Thorne froze. “You… What are you doing at my place?” *To see the White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows?* *Ding!* Someone’s phone suddenly connected to the car’s Bluetooth. The next second, a steady, mechanical male voice began: “Julian Thorne stepped into the backseat, his hand propped beside Chloe Thorne, fire burning in his eyes. A scorching kiss descended, lips and tongues intertwined, shamelessly and fiercely invading every inch of her mouth…” No… What kind of trashy romance novel is this?! I lunged for the center console, but Julian Thorne pulled me into his arms. He looked at me with a half-smile. “Thanks to you, huh? Want to act it out right here?” A knock came from the car window. Julian Thorne pressed a button, and the glass lowered halfway. His brow furrowed with annoyance. “Speak.” Skylar shrank her neck. “Mr. Thorne, my hamster… uh… seems to be having a difficult labor.” She held up her phone to the window. “Look, the pet hospital has called three times…” “Get lost.” Skylar rolled away, but her inner thoughts still echoed in my ears: “Help! Another half-minute later and that psycho would hang me from the chandelier like a decoration!” “Only his White Moonlight can handle this lunatic…” Julian Thorne… is he really that savage now? Suddenly, the White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows didn’t seem so essential anymore. “How about I… come another time?” A glint of darkness flashed in Julian Thorne’s eyes. “Are you messing with me?” I shook my head repeatedly. If I refused now, would I be hung from the chandelier immediately? Inside the mansion, Julian Thorne slammed the door shut, barring everyone from entering. Ms. Miller, beaming, welcomed me into my old room. “I haven’t seen Mr. Thorne this happy in a long time.” Happy? Seriously? Where did she see that? “Maybe I should go apologize…” “Now?” Ms. Miller sighed. “Mr. Thorne is having an episode. It won’t do any good if you go now. How about waiting until tomorrow?” “What kind of episode?” “He’s bipolar, you see. Sometimes he gets a bit irritable, sometimes he’s down. He’s been on medication for six or seven years, but it hasn’t really helped. When his emotions fluctuate wildly, it tends to flare up.” No wonder. But why would Julian Thorne suddenly get such a condition? A dull thud from upstairs indicated something heavy had fallen. I took a deep breath. “So, we just let him act out like this?” I reached for the doorknob, but Ms. Miller stopped me. “Miss Thorne, going now… it’s too dangerous.” *It’s fine. What’s the worst that can happen, get hung from a chandelier?* Seven years ago, when I reported my adoptive father, his men tortured me far worse than this.

Julian Thorne had been staring at the door, eyes bloodshot. When he saw me enter, he just rolled over. “Mr. Thorne, about that money… could you draft a contract for Skylar like that for me too?” Julian Thorne sneered. “You’ve been overseas for seven years and can’t even get $100,000? You must be living quite well.” Being roasted didn’t bother me much. I continued asking, “By the way, how much do you pay your substitutes a month?” “Get out!” I was about to argue a bit more when Julian Thorne grabbed my hands, trapping me between him and the bed. A dangerous glint was in Julian Thorne’s eyes as he leaned in closer. “Be a substitute? Do you even know what you’d be getting into?” “Do you even know why I saved you back then?” I froze. When my adoptive father’s men caught me, they called me ungrateful and shameless, even threatening to sell me off to a human trafficking ring. While I was locked in the basement, I heard Julian Thorne had paid money and bought me. After that, I came here. My adoptive father was Julian Thorne’s paternal uncle, and there was a childhood bond between them. I was worried Julian Thorne would retaliate, so I got him drunk and ran. Could there be some hidden truth in all this? *Bang!* The door burst open, and Ms. Miller pulled Julian Thorne off me. “Mr. Thorne, Miss Thorne has finally come back! Even if you’re having an episode, you can’t hit her like this!” Julian Thorne sat on the floor, his gaze practically murderous. Ms. Miller pulled me back to my original room. “Mr. Thorne is just having an episode. Please don’t take it personally, Miss Thorne.” I smiled faintly, shaking my head. “By the way, Ms. Miller, does Julian Thorne have any kind of… room or secret chamber that only he can enter?” “He does, but Miss Thorne, why do you ask…?” I gripped her hand, my gaze sincere. “I want to see it!” “This…” Julian Thorne and I grew up together. That kid was always pretty cold and detached. My best friend and I even discussed how if Julian Thorne ever dated, he’d probably first draft a ‘Relationship Conduct Rulebook.’ Now, he even had a White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows, and the object of his obsession was my best friend! How could I not take some pictures to mock her? Unable to resist my pleas, Ms. Miller eventually led me to a storage room. “It’s this one. He hasn’t let anyone clean it since before the New Year. It’s quite peculiar.” “Oh, Miss Thorne, even though Mr. Thorne probably wouldn’t mind, if he asks…” I nodded, made a zipping motion over my lips, and turned the doorknob. As I flipped the wall switch and the lights came on, my jaw dropped. The room was empty, save for a single safe sitting on a mahogany table. *This* is supposed to be the White Moonlight Shrine of Sorrows? I tried Julian Thorne’s and my best friend’s birthdays. No luck. That doesn’t make sense, does it? Could it be… my birthday? I tried it. *Click*. The safe… it actually opened! “What are you doing?” My entire body stiffened. I turned around to see Julian Thorne leaning against the doorframe, his expression unreadable. I swallowed hard. *Oh god, please don’t come closer, you’re terrifying!*

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I was 29 when I helped my boyfriend build a multi-million dollar fortune after seven years of loving him. He lived with me in a cramped, beat-up apartment and drove a secondhand car, all while whispering sweet nothings in my ear, “Violet, darling, when I make it big, everything I have will be yours.” When he knelt and slid a lavish diamond ring onto my finger, proposing to me, I thought my struggles were finally over. But during a waterfront fireworks display, our boat capsized. He was swept away by the raging water, supposedly trying to save me. For seventeen years, my days blurred into a haze of tears. My health declined rapidly, and the doctors eventually told me it was late-stage cancer. In despair, on my deathbed, I swallowed the ring, just wanting it all to end. Then, by a cruel twist of fate, I saw a news report flashing on the hospital’s big screen. Asher, the son of a tech billionaire, had miraculously survived after accidentally swallowing a diamond ring. Good for him. Not only was he alive, but he was also living the good life. My eyes fixated on the ring, its serial number identical to the one Asher had given me. My pupils dilated weakly, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. I died without ever understanding what had gone wrong. In my last breath, I swore a silent vow: If I ever get a second chance at life, I’ll make him pay back everything he owes me, with interest. **01** “Hey, beautiful, what are you spacing out about?” Asher’s voice jolted me back to reality. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his breath warm on my ear. “It’s your birthday today. I have a surprise for you.” His words, eerily similar to what he’d said in my past life, made me realize: I’d been reborn. I was back three months before he proposed. In my previous life, I met him when I was 22. I spent seven years by his side, silently helping him build his empire from scratch. By the time I was 29, his assets were worth millions. But he never told me about his success. We continued to live simply, just as before. To protect his ego, his pride, I pretended not to know. And I never once mentioned that all his success was thanks to me. “Violet, do you remember? This is the seventh birthday I’ve celebrated with you.” A complex, unbearable wave of emotion washed over me. I had to admit, he was a thoughtful and attentive man. For seven years, he had never missed my birthday. “But…” His tone suddenly shifted. “Let’s keep things simple tonight, okay? I’m still in the early stages of my business, and I have an important client meeting. We can celebrate at home after I close this deal.” Startup phase? Shouldn’t he be a successful businessman by now? My heart clenched. In my past life, I was so blinded by love, so convinced of my place in his heart, that I was completely oblivious to his pathetic lies. It was why he faked his death, secretly enjoying a luxurious life abroad with another woman, while I was left completely in the dark. Recalling it all, a wave of profound sorrow washed over me. I forced a calm smile. “Okay, honey. Come back soon.” On the surface, I agreed sweetly, but deep down, I’d already decided to follow him. Sure enough, he didn’t go to the office. He headed straight to a karaoke bar. From inside the private room, I heard a woman’s sweet, whiny voice. “Asher, aren’t you afraid your jealous girlfriend will come looking for you if you meet me here?” The voice sounded so familiar. I peeked through the crack in the door. One glance, and the world spun. My head buzzed. He wasn’t meeting a client. He was on a secret rendezvous with Serena, his first love, the one that got away. I remembered then. He had mentioned Serena was back in town, complaining to him about a rough breakup. But I hadn’t paid any attention. I hadn’t stopped him. Instead, I’d been so “generous,” telling him to spend more time with his “white moonlight.” I never thought I’d be letting a wolf into the fold. They embraced, like two people on fire. Asher narrowed his eyes, soothing her. “Her? She’s so petty. Let her be jealous.” But Serena seemed unsatisfied. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting. “When are you going to do what you promised me?” “Soon, soon,” Asher mumbled, then pounced on her again like a hungry wolf. My heart turned to ice. Their conversation continued inside: “Thank you, Asher, for such an expensive birthday gift. I’m so incredibly happy!” My heart bled as she waved a conspicuous deed to a house. Asher’s voice sounded almost casual. “Darling, it’s just a house. What else do you want? Asher will give you anything.” Then, they started making out again. The woman’s moans became increasingly grating. “Asher, you’re so naughty.” As she spoke, her eyes seemed to glance intentionally, almost casually, towards the door. I couldn’t stand it anymore. My vision was already blurred by tears. I don’t remember how I got back to our place. Looking at this small, less-than-500-square-foot apartment, the secondhand home we’d shared for seven years, my tears streamed down, unstoppable. Seven framed photos hung on the wall, a testament to our seven-year love story. Every year on my birthday, he would suggest we go to a photo studio. He’d say, even though he couldn’t take me to all the beautiful places in the world yet, we could take photos with different famous landmarks as backdrops. One day, when we collected enough, we’d exchange them for real wedding photos. I didn’t know when “enough” would be, but I was such a hopeless romantic, I was completely enchanted by his grand promise. I reached out, caressing the photos, as if saying goodbye to our seven years of love. **02** It wasn’t until late, when the city was quiet, that Asher finally dragged his tired body home. At first, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. But seeing my calm expression, he secretly let out a sigh of relief. He looked at me with a touch of apology. “Violet, don’t be mad I couldn’t come back earlier. That client today was just so difficult. If it weren’t for our little family, I would’ve walked away from his business ages ago.” As he spoke, he reached for my hand, like he always did. Remembering his hand had just been all over another woman, I instinctively recoiled, pulling my hand back. Fearing he’d notice, I quickly changed the subject. “Honey, didn’t you say you’d come back to celebrate my birthday? I’m starving! What delicious treats did you bring me?” My distraction worked. “Right, right! What was I thinking? I almost forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it!” “I deserve a slap, I deserve a slap.” He made a show of raising his hand to slap himself. As his big hand was about to connect with his face, I instinctively grabbed it. “No!” He grinned, pleased. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear, “Darling, I knew you loved me.” Then his lips, as fervent and demanding as ever, covered mine. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter. He kissed me with the same intense, possessive ardor. Only when I slowly quieted did he release me, satisfied. He pulled a set of car keys from his pocket. “Baby, wait here. Your gift is in the car. I’ll go get it right now.” He stood up and walked to the door. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and his expression tightened, if only for a fleeting second. But it didn’t escape my notice. A woman’s sweet voice drifted from the speaker. “Asher…” He quickly turned his back to me, answering the call. In that moment, a mix of emotions churned inside me. When did our love turn into this? Was seven years of love truly as fragile as a piece of paper, so easily torn apart? I didn’t have the patience to wait for him to finish his long phone call. I snatched the keys from his hand and walked straight downstairs. His beat-up car, the one he’d driven for five years, sat there. He used to tell me, more than once, with such conviction, “If I can cherish a used car for so long, imagine how much more I’ll cherish my wife, the woman I spend my life with.” Back then, those words thrilled me so much that I found him a business deal that instantly brought him in three million dollars. For seven years, I kept pouring my efforts into his empty promises. Now, I saw that every sweet word he uttered was a sharp blade, leaving me utterly shattered. I opened the car door. A beautifully wrapped gift bag and a small birthday cake sat neatly on the passenger seat. Seeing them, my mood brightened slightly. The gift wasn’t grand, but it offered a small comfort to my heart. My parents, who’d been working abroad since I was born, had never given me a proper birthday celebration. Their only way of celebrating was to call or text, then wire money to my exclusive account. They thought this was their way of making up for it, their way of showing love. But they didn’t know I never touched any of that money, barely even looked at it. The first time I ever had birthday cake, in my memory, was when a senior from college shared some with me. **03** Seeing me return with the items, Asher quickly put down his phone and started doting on me. He eagerly set them on our small table. One of his big hands wrapped around me tightly, his lips exhaling warm breath near my ear: “Come on, baby, it’s time to witness our love. Open it! See if you like the gift I bought.” His intimate words created a few seconds of illusion, making me feel like we were back in the honeymoon phase. I obediently followed, carefully tearing open the wrapping. The moment it was open, my eyes lit up. Yes, it was the bra I’d wanted for ages. The color was my favorite rose pink, the style, my preferred lace. But— My eyes dropped to the tag, and my heart sank. “So, do you like it?” Asher leaned in, about to kiss my cheek. My brows furrowed, my expression tightened. I pushed him away with force. He looked at me, confused, disbelief in his eyes. “What? What’s wrong? You don’t like it? I distinctly remember you always loved this brand.” I ignored him, my face growing darker. He scratched his head, muttering to himself, “Women’s hearts, kids’ faces. No wonder they say women are fickle.” He tried to tease me into reacting, but my face remained as cold as frost. He had no choice but to point to the small cake on the table, trying to appease me again. “Okay, baby, my bad. If you don’t like it, I’ll return it tomorrow and buy you something else. It’s getting late, let’s blow out the candles and eat the cake.” His words reminded me. Yes, I needed to go to bed early. I had important things to do tomorrow. I forced down my emotions. Gently pulling open the ribbon on the cake box, a vivid rose-shaped cake came into view. “How about it? Do you like it?” He carefully searched my eyes for a reaction. “Mm-hm.” I managed a strained upward curl of my lips. He finally let out a sigh of relief. But as he placed the number 32 candles on the cake, my eyes felt like they were being pierced. 32, 32, why 32? 29 was my number. Asher didn’t seem to notice anything was off with me. He happily handed me a plate. Looking at his familiar yet strangely unfamiliar face, a jarring detail from my memory resurfaced. Serena, his first love, his college classmate. They were the same age. This year, they both turned 32. My outstretched hand trembled. The brutal truth sent my mood plummeting. I struggled to keep my composure, shaking my head. “I suddenly don’t feel like eating. It’s too late, and sweets will make me gain weight. You should eat it yourself.” Without waiting for him to speak, under his disapproving gaze, I decisively stood up, forcing my weakened body toward the bedroom. I knew. It was time for all of this to end. Only three months left. Time was running out. Since fate had given me a second chance, this time, I would take control of my destiny. I wouldn’t live so foolishly again. Remembering a message Leo had sent me recently, I drafted an email to him. And I sent a text to my mom: “Mom, I’ve changed my mind. Wait for me. I’m ready to accept your arrangements.” After doing all that, I slowly lay down. The moment I did, my stubborn tears immediately streamed down my face like spilled pearls. Salty tears repeatedly flowed into the corners of my mouth. They dragged my thoughts back to seven years ago, the day Asher and I first met. I remembered that day, the sky was dull and gray, just like my mood. I had just finished my college graduation ceremony, feeling utterly alone and melancholic. I saw other students surrounded by their families, showered with flowers and gifts. I had nothing. Just me, by myself, feeling incredibly lost. **04** I kept re-reading the congratulatory texts from my parents on my phone, only able to force a bitter smile. Perhaps in their eyes, money mattered more than I did. I pessimistically believed I was just an orphan, no different from the stray cats wandering around campus. I was even worse than those cats. They had people feeding them, playing with them. But me, I always lived in my own world. Even though this solitude allowed me to pour all my energy into studying, eventually pushing myself to become an academic prodigy. But none of that was what I truly wanted. My mood was so low back then that I accidentally bumped right into Asher. He later recounted that he had been in a terrible mood that day too. After our unexpected collision, he felt it was fate. He invited me to a small bar for a drink. To my surprise, I actually went. After a few drinks, we poured our hearts out to each other. That’s when I learned he had just broken up with someone. Serena, his first love, had gone to study abroad and cut off all contact with him, blocking him everywhere. He was heartbroken. We were like two oases in a desert, comforting each other, our conversation flowing effortlessly. We exchanged numbers, and soon, sparks began to fly between us. Later, he often asked me out for dinner and drinks. A few months after that, I moved into his rental apartment. And stayed for seven years. Just as I was thinking, Asher’s footsteps broke my reverie. I quickly wiped away my tears and turned over, showing him only my back. He seemed to realize I wasn’t interested. He tossed his phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. My eyes had barely been closed for three seconds when his SnapChat buzzed with a new message. I sighed softly, turning over again. But the other party seemed persistent. His SnapChat buzzed four more times, consecutively. Left with no choice, I reached out to silence it. However, the moment the SnapChat interface opened, I saw a short video sent by Serena, his ‘white moonlight.’ It was her, whimpering and being cutesy to Asher. It turned out, she had her birthday on the same day as me. And Asher had prepared the exact same birthday gift for her. He was just too careless, he’d mixed up our gifts. The bra she received was my size, and the birthday cake had my age on it too. “Violet! What are you doing?” I didn’t know when Asher had come out, but he was standing behind me, shouting. He had changed. He really had. For so many years, he had always gently called me by my nickname, “Violet.” He had never yelled or called me by my full name like that. I bit down hard on my lip. Before I could even explain, he started accusing me in an even louder voice. “See? Serena was right. You’re just a jealous woman.” “Tell me, how long have you been snooping through my phone? I can’t believe you’ve become this kind of person!” Faced with a barrage of baseless accusations, I was speechless. I just felt a profound sadness for myself. Just then, his SnapChat buzzed again. I wanted to hand him his phone, but he suddenly slapped my face. Immediately, five bright red fingerprints appeared on my cheek, and blood gushed from my nose. Perhaps his own action shocked him too. In all the years I’d known him, he’d never even raised his voice at me, let alone laid a finger on me. After he hit me, he regretted it instantly. He knelt down, apologizing profusely. He even grabbed my wrist, trying to kiss the back of my hand. I fiercely pulled my hand away, pushing him. This time, I didn’t hesitate. **05** Leo, my senior from college, quickly replied to my email, asking to meet at the hospital. “Violet, are you truly sure about this?”

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The apocalypse came. I hid my son, Caleb, after he turned, secretly raising him. But the people from the settlement found out. “No wonder that filthy bitch was acting so secretive every day! She was raising a zombie son!” “Playing with our lives, trying to endanger us all, how utterly selfish!” “Kill that little monster! Drive that woman out!” In their fury, they brutally smashed my son’s head in, completely forgetting that he had ended up this way because of them. I walked out of the settlement, silently clutching Caleb’s lifeless body. In that zombie-infested hellscape, I found my husband, Ryder, already transformed. “Ryder, I want them to pay in blood.” It was rationing day in the apocalypse, and Brenda, the settlement director, deliberately withheld my family’s share of meat. I asked her why. She snapped, her face twisted with impatience, “Resources are scarce. You’re just one mouth to feed, shouldn’t you be more charitable?” Her words stunned me. “Food is distributed per person,” I said. “I’m not asking for extra. Why are you cutting my meat?” “You’re just a woman. Greens are fine for you. Why are you so desperate for meat?” Brenda said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ll distribute your share equally among others. It saves more, helping us all last longer.” Naturally, I couldn’t agree. I lunged forward to grab my portion, but accidentally scratched her hand. She shrieked in pain, then raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. “You unreasonable woman, you hit me? Do you want to be kicked out?” A man in line behind me roughly grabbed me, shoving me aside. He sneered, “You’re just a widow. It’s good enough we let you stay here. Stop being so picky. Why don’t you come with me instead? I’ll give you meat every day, as long as you keep me happy.” His voice was loud, drawing a burst of laughter from the crowd, but no one stepped forward to help me. I stood there, seething with anger, but I knew I couldn’t fight them. I could only swallow the humiliation in silence. It was fine. Just three more days, and I would be reunited with Ryder. Everyone believed my husband had died out there in the world, but I clung to the belief that he would keep his promise, that he would appear at our agreed time and take us away from this dirty, dark place.

Back home, I put the freshly acquired vegetables into the fridge, then took out the meat and vegetable stew I’d made days ago. Caleb, smelling the meat, wobbled out of the bedroom. His eyes were vacant. He pointed at the stew, then at his open mouth. Seeing him, the gloom in my heart vanished. “My little hungry guts, did you forget what Mommy told you?” Caleb stared blankly for a long moment before it clicked. He slowly walked to the calendar on the wall, picked up a pen, and painstakingly drew an X on today’s date. Watching his slow, delayed movements, my heart gave a painful lurch. Before the apocalypse hit, my husband had answered the call to duty, rushing to the front lines to clear out the infected and buy humanity time to establish safe zones. The day he left, he held Caleb and me, kissing us repeatedly: “Hope, wait for me one year. In one year, I’ll be back to take you both to a better sanctuary.” Though my heart ached with reluctance, I knew the country needed every soldier, and my husband felt it was his absolute duty. I secretly vowed to myself that while Ryder was away, I would take good care of our son, and in a year, our family of three would continue to live happily together. However, Caleb was infected and turned into a zombie due to an accident. Now, the one-year mark was almost here, and I still hadn’t figured out how to explain this to Ryder… I took a shaky breath, forcing the memories away, and smiled, calling Caleb over to eat. We hadn’t even finished half the meal when a violent banging erupted on the door. My heart clenched. I quickly motioned for Caleb to hide in the room, then, regaining my composure, went to open the door. “Who…” I’d only managed one word when the man outside lunged in, catching me off guard and tackling me to the floor. A sharp pain shot through my back. Without a word, he raised a hand and started slapping me, back and forth across my face, cursing as he hit me. “You filthy bitch, you think I’m easy? You dared to hit my wife? I’m going to beat you to death today!” My head spun, but I pushed him away with all the strength I had left. “Dave, can you be rational for a second? Your wife stole my food, and *you* think *she’s* the victim?” Dave laughed scornfully. “My wife is the director, she calls the shots around here. If you don’t like it, you won’t even get scraps!” I choked back the bile rising in my throat from the blows, pointing at the door. “Fine, I’ll listen to her from now on. You’ve had your fun. Now get out of my apartment, right now.” I didn’t want to argue with him, because Caleb was in the bedroom. If they found out about him, it would definitely cause trouble. But Dave showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he moved closer. “Hope, I’m here for something else today.” His small, beady eyes raked over my body, a lecherous smirk on his face. “Your husband’s gone, your kid’s gone. You’re all alone, easy prey.” Dave reached out, his hand sneaking around my waist. “You know, my family controls all the rations. Just keep me happy every day, and I’ll make sure you get meat at every meal. Deal?” “Get lost!” My rage flared. I tried to struggle free, but Dave grabbed my hand, forcefully pinning me to the floor. “You ungrateful bitch! I’m telling you, I didn’t plan on leaving empty-handed today! Seeing you, you loose woman, strutting around, I’m going crazy!” As he spoke, his ugly face loomed closer. Agony consumed me. I couldn’t break free, and I was terrified to scream, knowing Caleb was in the bedroom. *Caleb, whatever you do, don’t help Mommy. You have to stay hidden. Don’t come out…* But of course, fate had other plans. In my panic, I heard a slow, agonizing creak from the bedroom door.

Dave’s movements stopped. He lifted his head, glancing toward the bedroom door. He froze. Even without looking, I knew Caleb had come out. My heart plummeted. I didn’t care about anything else. I ripped myself from Dave’s grasp and ran to my son, pulling him into my arms, both desperate and furious. “Mommy told you never to come out if someone was here! Why are you so disobedient?” Caleb’s expression was vacant. He lay in my arms like a soulless doll. The terror on Dave’s face lasted only seconds. Seeing Caleb’s harmless, vacant stare, he relaxed. “Well, well, you filthy bitch. No wonder you’re so secretive every day. So you’re raising a zombie son.” Dave snatched a dinner knife from the table, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he took slow steps towards me. “If the people in the settlement find out about this, what do you think they’ll do?” I stared at him in despair, and as he approached, I dropped to my knees with a thud. “Dave, please, I beg you, have mercy. Don’t tell them.” “Caleb is the only family I have left. I can’t lose him too…” Dave grabbed my hair, throwing me aside. Then he reached out, grabbing my son by the neck, and lifted him into the air. Caleb still didn’t react. His small body hung suspended. Beneath his pulled-up shirt, a stomach covered in old bite marks was visible. “Ugh, so stinky, so disgusting.” Dave’s face twisted in disgust. He then aimed the knife tip directly at Caleb’s eye, a cruel smile on his lips. “You want me to spare your son? Fine. Strip.” I bit back a sob, slowly, deliberately, unbuttoning my top. I didn’t know if Dave would keep his word, but right now, to protect my son, I had no other choice. Soon, my top was completely open, revealing my thin bra. Dave’s eyes widened, glued to me. He hissed, “Keep going, keep going! Ha ha ha ha!” His face was contorted in a crazed expression. “If you’d just submitted, none of this would be happening. But now, you’ll have to please me in front of your son. Is that what you want, you pathetic slut? Does that turn you on?” I fought to keep my emotions in check, but the immense humiliation made my body tremble uncontrollably. Just as I was about to unhook my bra, Caleb’s eyes suddenly shifted. The vacant stare faded, replaced by a flicker of pure rage and hatred. He let out a guttural snarl, his mouth opening wide. And then he lunged, biting deep into Dave’s arm! Dave hadn’t seen it coming! He let out a piercing shriek, instinctively dropping Caleb to the floor. He clutched his bleeding arm, and pure, unadulterated terror flooded his eyes. He knew exactly what a zombie bite meant.

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I was sitting on Leo Miller’s lap, my sheer stockings rustling, and he instantly flushed from his neck to his ears. He was so damn innocent, it was almost painful to watch. I deliberately ran my fingers up his chiseled nose. “Isn’t your grandma in desperate need of life-saving surgery? Rip these sheer stockings off, and I’ll cover all her medical bills!” Leo’s breathing grew ragged, and I could feel something hardening against me. Just as he started tearing at my stockings inch by inch with his teeth, Julian Harrington, my ever-dignified and esteemed guardian, burst into the VIP room, enraged. He shoved Leo away and relentlessly pounded the scrawny guy. Then he turned, gripping my shoulders so hard it stung. “Stella Harrington! I told you, no dating! How can you be so disobedient? Are you just ignoring everything I say?!” I scoffed, meeting his scarlet eyes. “Isn’t this just your way of making sure I’m ‘suitable’ for an arranged marriage? Fine! I’m in!” That night, curled up in the wardrobe, I heard Julian’s conversation with his younger sister echoing in my ears again: “I heard that little girl likes you. What do you think?” “She’s just a stray I picked up from the rubble of that disaster, groomed precisely so she could be married off for us someday!”

I woke up groggily the next morning, hearing the housekeepers downstairs shouting my name, and the frantic pacing of footsteps in my room. I wiped away the tears in the corners of my eyes and pushed open the wardrobe door. My gaze immediately clashed with Julian’s anxious eyes. I instinctively looked away, forcing a smile as I mumbled, “Julian.” He instantly reverted to his usual cold demeanor, pointing a finger at me as he questioned, “Did you sleep in the wardrobe last night?” I feigned nonchalance. “Yeah, I’ve always liked sleeping in wardrobes since I was little. You didn’t know that?” Julian’s eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment. Of course, he didn’t know. Because I’d never told him. My entire family was buried under the ruins after the devastating earthquake that leveled our town in ’08. I knelt alone on the desolate, flattened landscape of our small town, staring at it in despair. I was five years old then. Julian was fifteen. Against his father’s wishes, Julian brought me home from that devastation. Under the protection of Julian, the heir to the Harrington family, even without my family, I lived a good life. To avoid causing him any trouble, I was always well-behaved, no matter where I was. Even if someone bullied me, I wouldn’t say a word to him. I studied hard from a young age and was lucky enough to get into a prestigious university, never shaming Julian. At fifteen, when I first felt the pangs of a crush, I broke my obedient facade and confessed my feelings to Julian. He told me I was too young and didn’t understand what love was, confusing familial affection with romantic love. At eighteen, finally an adult, I happily held my acceptance letter and asked if I could pursue him. He said he already liked someone and was pursuing her. I was so envious. At twenty, I learned from others that Julian had already broken off contact with that girl. I was ready to gather my courage again, holding my national academic award, to confess to him. But then I heard his conversation with his younger sister: “I heard that little girl likes you. What do you think?” “She’s just a stray I picked up from the rubble of that disaster, groomed precisely so she could be married off for us someday!” My heart seized, I couldn’t breathe. My nails dug into my palms, the sharp pain ignored as fresh blood bloomed on the pristine white puff-sleeve dress I’d just put on for the very first time. I thought all these years his care and protection for me were under the guise of family, but I never imagined it was for his shrewd business interests. I laughed, tears streaming down my face. “Julian Harrington, Julian Harrington, for your own sister, you played a masterful, cynical game!”

Julian’s commanding tone yanked me back to reality. “Downstairs. Go eat, now!” His voice still held the displeasure from yesterday’s intimate encounter with Leo. Before, I would have even personally handed him love letters sent to me by others, telling him that my heart only belonged to him, and I would never date prematurely. But now, it was different. I had accidentally stumbled upon his true thoughts about me. His words were like countless needles, pricking my heart day and night, making tears stream down my face. I still obediently went downstairs to eat, just as always. But at the dinner table, I was as silent as a mute. Julian sensed my unusual mood, and his tone softened slightly. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” I just nodded silently. Ever since I learned that I was merely a ‘stray’ he’d raised, I hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep. I’d always wake up crying, until I stayed in the wardrobe until dawn. “Should I call a doctor to check on you?” I shook my head again, then put down my forks, got up, and left for school. This was the first time in years I had acted this way towards Julian. Before, I would always finish every meal he personally prepared, and always say goodbye obediently before leaving for school. Now, Julian looked at the untouched food on the table, even the soy milk in my bowl was left unfinished. It felt as if something was lodged in Julian’s throat. I walked to class distracted, when I bumped into Leo Miller, the broke college guy from the bar that night. I thought he was coming to ask me for his grandma’s surgery fees, so before he could speak, I got his SnapChat ID and immediately transferred him 200,000. But he just pointed at my eyes. “Were you crying last night? Your eyes are so swollen!” I instinctively grabbed my phone to check, and sure enough, they were as swollen as if I’d been stung by a bee. I gave a numb smile. Julian and I had just eaten at the same table for so long, and he hadn’t noticed a thing, yet this person I’d just met saw it immediately. I let out a long breath, feigning lightness. “Want to grab a drink?” “Now?” “Yeah.” “Okay, since I’ve taken your money, I’m at your service!” And just like that, we skipped class and went straight to the bar, drinking all day. Only when the alcohol numbed my senses could I feel a flicker of happiness, forgetting all the unpleasant things. Meanwhile, Valerie Chen, my university advisor and Julian’s former classmate, found out I’d skipped all my classes for the day. She promptly called Julian. Julian and his security team frantically searched for me, finally finding me passed out drunk at the bar. Leo, who had just tried to cover me with his jacket, was once again beaten black and blue by Julian. Julian’s strong, lean fingers gripped my waist, preparing to carry me home, but I stubbornly resisted, wrapping my arms around his neck, my voice choked with tears. “Julian, why are you doing this to me! Why?!” My traitorous tears streamed onto Julian’s leather jacket. “I’ve loved you for so many years, why don’t you love me back! Why do you always reject me?!” Julian, as always, remained rational. “Stella, look at me clearly. I’m your guardian!” I struggled to open my blurry eyes, looking at Julian, who had raised me since childhood. “But we’re not blood relatives, so why not?!” Julian frowned slightly, looking at me for a long time before speaking. “Stella, you’ve always been well-behaved and sensible. Why are you so reckless lately, even drinking with other men? Don’t you know how dangerous that is! I’m so disappointed in you!” Honestly, I’d always been terrified of him being disappointed in me. I was afraid that if he was disappointed, he would kick me out of the Harrington family, leaving me utterly alone. So, I’d learned to pretend from a young age. When taught piano, which I didn’t like, I’d smile and say I loved it, then practice for two extra hours, even skipping meals. When taught self-defense taekwondo, even covered in bruises, I never shed a single tear. Instead, I’d comfort a distressed Julian: “Julian, you’re doing this for my own good. I’ll study hard!” Even with food I didn’t like, clothes I didn’t prefer, or a major I wasn’t passionate about, I would never argue. As long as Julian approved, I had no complaints.

Taking advantage of the alcohol’s numbing effect, I boldly reached out and caressed Julian’s face. Julian, however, turned his head away, leaving my hand awkwardly suspended in the air. “Stella, you’re becoming increasingly unruly! Even if we’re not blood relatives, I’m still your guardian! Doing this won’t just ruin you; it’ll ruin me!” So, Julian was afraid I would ruin *him*. All the grievances and helplessness transformed into a choked laugh, releasing themselves in tears. “Julian, I thought my place in your heart might not be first, but at least there was a place. Now it seems, I’m just a burden.” Julian seemed about to say something, but swallowed it back. The hand at my waist suddenly tightened, and Julian lifted me into his arms. I wiped my tears upward, calmly looking at him. “Put me down, I can walk on my own.” Back in my room, I started packing my suitcase. Now that I completely understood Julian’s true intentions, our decade-long entanglement should finally end. Staying at home before was just so I could see Julian every day. Now, it was time to move back to the dorms. After packing, I suddenly realized there were only a few changes of clothes in my suitcase. Nothing else I absolutely needed to take. All the jewelry and necklaces were bought by Julian; I’d kept them neatly in my jewelry box because I couldn’t bear to wear them. Now, they weren’t needed anymore. On my desk, the paper stars I’d folded since childhood still sat quietly in a glass jar. Inside them, every year’s birthday wish was about Julian. I ruthlessly tossed them directly into the trash can. Even Julian’s ID photo, tucked inside a book, went into the trash along with the book itself. The trash can piled higher and higher, my suitcase held less and less. As I left, I even turned our joint photo face down on the desk. When I went downstairs, Julian saw me and asked what I was doing. I simply said, “Moving back to school.” He just casually replied, “That’s fine. It’ll help you develop independence. Have the driver take you.” Develop independence? Ha! In his eyes, I was still just a little girl who clung to him. Clearly, my disguise was perfect. I got into the car without looking back. Behind me, Julian, who had been watching me, increasingly realized I was changing. I, who never touched alcohol, now went to bars all day. I, who had never dared to upset him, now openly defied him. He thought I was growing up, but in reality, I had simply seen him for who he was. I, Stella Harrington, could pick up, and I could let go. More than a decade of emotional investment had gone to waste, but I had no regrets. Back in my dorm, after simply making my bed, I lay down, ready to sleep, when I saw a concerned message from my advisor, Valerie Chen. I knew Valerie had a crush on Julian back in college, and despite repeated rejections, she never gave up. My head was pounding from a day of drinking, so I replied directly: “Valerie, just tell me what’s up!” Valerie didn’t hide her eager curiosity: “Does your guardian have a girlfriend now?” “No.” “Then, can you help me pursue him?” My typing hand trembled on the keyboard. Even though I had given up, a sense of injustice still gnawed at me. They say the one closest to you wins your heart. But after more than a decade by Julian’s side, our relationship remained strictly guardian and ward. I gritted my teeth and replied with one word: “Okay.” After a day of drinking, my head felt like it would explode. Yet, I couldn’t find any sleep. I only drifted into unconsciousness at dawn.

The May morning was still bone-chilling. It had been a month since I moved back to school. Julian hadn’t visited me once. His SnapChat chat box, aside from transfer records, didn’t even contain a single word of concern. Indeed, a businessman is just a businessman; ruthless when necessary, without a trace of hesitation. I was listlessly heading to the cafeteria for breakfast before class, when I unexpectedly saw Julian walking towards me. He smiled and waved. I was the kind of person who would bloom with a little sunshine, so I enthusiastically waved back. Just then, a woman ran up behind him, shouting loudly, “Julian! I missed you so much!” Upon closer inspection, it was my impeccably made-up advisor, Valerie Chen. I instantly pulled my hand back, embarrassed, my heart giving a painful wrench. My hand, tucked into my pocket, felt like a block of ice. Julian, holding Valerie’s hand, walked up to me and gently introduced her: “Stella, I forgot to tell you, Valerie and I are together now. You can call her Auntie from now on when we’re out.” Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Valerie, blushing, playfully hit Julian’s chest. “We’re not even married yet! You’re making me blush!” At that moment, my fingers were digging into my palms, leaving angry red marks. Julian, to make me give up, the man who was always so reserved with his emotions, was now flaunting his affection openly. Perhaps Julian truly liked her, after all, she was indeed very beautiful. Valerie walked over and patted my shoulder, chuckling. “Thanks to Stella for helping me pursue you! Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know what you like to eat, what size clothes you wear, or your measurements!” A flicker of surprise crossed Julian’s eyes. Valerie then pointed to Julian’s suit. “Stella, how do you like Julian’s suit today? I had it custom-made for him. It just arrived yesterday, and he’s wearing it today!” I quickly glanced at it, forcing a smile. “It looks great.” When I was eighteen, I’d spent all the money I saved from high school to have a custom suit made for Julian to confess my feelings. But I’d never seen him wear it. Julian handed me an ornate box. Inside was a formal marriage contract, elegantly presented on rich crimson paper with bold black script. He still spoke expressionlessly, “Stella, if you wish to marry, sign your name here. If not, it’s also—” Before he could finish, I cut him off. “I want to.” Julian’s fingers subtly trembled. “Since I already agreed to it last time, I won’t go back on my word.” I would use the rest of my life to give the Harrington Group a better future, and to give Julian’s younger sister a better future. This would be my way of repaying Julian for raising me. From then on, the sky was wide and the road long. I owed Julian nothing. The Harrington Group originally specialized in bereavement services, so some families were unwilling to engage in arranged marriages with them,

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The train engine was destroyed by the extreme heat. I could have called for a helicopter rescue, but I remained indifferent. All because in my previous life, just as I was about to board the helicopter, my wife Olivia mercilessly kicked me off the platform and embraced her adopted brother Caleb instead. “There’s limited space on the helicopter. Someone has to stay behind. Caleb’s health is fragile, he can’t endure hardship. I’ll send people back to rescue you once I return. You’re tough, you won’t die from waiting a bit longer.” I fell and broke bones all over my body, unable to move. I became a charred corpse under the scorching sun before any rescue arrived. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment the train engine failed and we were forced to stop. I took out a box for drawing lots. Only those whose names I drew would be allowed to board. Olivia looked calm, unaware that her name wasn’t even in the box. 0 “Everyone stay calm. Even though the train is out of commission, I’m sure Mrs. Greene will find a way to rescue us!” Caleb stood up, his eyes red-rimmed, as he tried to comfort the subordinates who had accompanied Olivia on this business trip. Olivia gazed at Caleb with eyes full of pity, as if he had suffered some great injustice. My phone rang. As I felt the vibration, I truly realized – I had been reborn. Just yesterday, Olivia had moved her newly returned adopted brother Caleb into our master bedroom, tossing me only one sentence: “Pack our luggage. To welcome Caleb home, I’m taking all the company’s top talent to the branch office tomorrow to publicly announce Caleb taking over.” Despite my repeated warnings about the “extreme heat advisory” in the weather report, she didn’t hesitate at all. She only looked at me with increased impatience in her eyes. “Are you done? I can see you’re just jealous that Caleb comes from a good family. You’re eyeing our family assets, not wanting me to give the branch to Caleb.” I was brought onto the train like a piece of luggage. Olivia only gave me one task – to take care of Caleb. When the train broke down, I received a rescue call from my childhood friend Mia. Thoughtfully arranging for them to board the helicopter. But what I got in return was Caleb’s contemptuous smile at the train entrance. “Want to bet? With just one word from me, Olivia would abandon you without a second thought.” Although Olivia and I had an arranged marriage, we had been husband and wife for seven years. I didn’t believe it. But what I got was Olivia kicking me off the platform, leaving me to become a charred corpse under the sun. In my final moments, Caleb’s light chuckle as he nestled in Olivia’s arms. Like a heavy hammer nailing me to the ground. Just thinking about it, the hatred in my heart could no longer be suppressed. My hand holding the phone started to shake. A woman’s voice broke through my emotions. “Jack, what are you spacing out for? The phone’s been ringing for so long and you don’t know to answer it?” “Caleb’s ears were injured by firecrackers when he was little, he can’t handle loud noises. I can see you’re deliberately torturing him!” I turned my back and walked to the next carriage. After taking a few deep breaths, I answered the call. Mia’s urgent voice came through from the other end. “Jack, I heard you’re trapped on the train. Are you okay?” My eyes instantly burned. I held back my emotions and gave a hoarse “Mm-hmm.” “Don’t be afraid. The rescue helicopter I sent will arrive soon. You’ll be fine.” “But the helicopter can only seat ten people. One person from your group will have to stay behind.” Only one person has to stay behind, huh? I let out a cold laugh and gripped the phone tightly. “It’s okay. Can you come on the helicopter to keep me company? I’m scared.” There was no hesitation on the other end of the line. “Of course.” I hung up and returned to the original carriage. Seeing Olivia using her fingertips to carefully wipe away Caleb’s tears, I couldn’t help but clench my jaw. Since you two care for each other so much, why don’t you just stay here together? 0

Seeing me come out, Caleb’s expression froze. He immediately got up from Olivia’s arms, acting contrary to his usual behavior. You should know that when he was abroad, he ordered Olivia around like a servant. Especially when it came to anything related to me, he would always go out of his way to provoke me. During each of our wedding anniversaries over the past seven years, Olivia would travel abroad to be by his side, losing track of time. A year ago, when my parents were in a car accident and urgently needed money for medical treatment, Caleb chose that time to pester Olivia to buy him diamond rings, draining all her liquid assets. He even spent all my remaining savings. My parents died on the spot. As for me, I only found out yesterday that all these years, the meal Olivia personally cooked for me each month was just to drug me, to prevent me from having a child that would inherit the Greene family fortune. The sound of high heels brought me back to reality. The next second, Caleb appeared before my eyes. He gave a fake smile and hugged me tightly. Leaning close to my ear, he spoke in a voice only the two of us could hear: “It seems Brother Jack has also been reborn.” “What? This time you’re planning to keep the helicopter rescue a secret and sneak away by yourself?” “Why don’t we make a deal – this time, we can both leave, and leave Olivia behind.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Olivia in the distance looked bewildered, warily watching my every move, afraid I would hurt her precious darling. But she didn’t know that the person she had cherished for over 20 years actually wanted her dead. I grabbed Caleb’s shoulders, putting some distance between us. “What makes you think I would help you?” Caleb’s face instantly darkened. He let out a cold laugh, as if threatening: “If you don’t help me, I’ll announce to everyone that you have a helicopter coming for rescue. You want to leave by yourself? Not a chance.” “Last time I could make Olivia abandon you. Do you think you’ll get your way this time?” Seeing his anxious look, I found it amusing. I raised an eyebrow and said: “I can help you, but we’ll leave it up to fate.” I walked past Caleb to stand in front of everyone and announced loudly: “Don’t panic everyone. I’ve already arranged for rescue. We’ll all be safe.” Olivia casually crossed her legs, looking at me with disdain. Her words carried a mocking tone. “You? What kind of rescue could you bring?” “Just a man from a fallen family, only surviving by marrying me. What gives you the confidence and resources to say such things?” I looked down at my whitened knuckles, ignoring her muttering to herself. I tore the white paper in my hand into small pieces and handed them out to everyone. “The helicopter rescue will arrive soon, but there are only ten seats.” There were eleven people on the train, which meant one person had to stay behind. I took out a box for drawing lots, indicating for them to write their names and put them inside. “In a moment, I’ll draw names publicly. Only those whose names are drawn can leave with me.” 0

Caleb panicked first. He snatched the box from my hand and smashed it on the ground, then swung a slap towards my face. “You really don’t know your place. Aren’t you afraid that this time, you’ll be the one left behind?” I raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh, holding up my phone in front of his eyes. To avoid the situation from my previous life, this time the helicopter doors would only open to let others board after I got on. Caleb gritted his teeth audibly. He walked over to Olivia and leaned into her arms, shamelessly throwing a tantrum. He seemed to still think I would be hurt by Olivia not loving me. Using Olivia to threaten me was a wrong move on his part. But I couldn’t be bothered to expose him. I’d just watch the show. People lined up to put their name slips into the box. Passing by me, Olivia still had a confident look. “Do I even need to write this? You definitely won’t let me stay behind, so why bother?” Seeing her smug expression, I felt like I was in a different world. Years ago when my family fell from grace, to pay off debts, my father sold me off like a commodity. He put a ballot box at the front door. Any influential family’s child who was willing to marry into the Wilson family to help pay off our debts could marry me. In the past, I was considered quite a catch in the city’s social circles. There was no shortage of women who wanted to associate with me. But after this incident, not a single person dared to visit. I hid in my room, tormented for three days and nights. Then Olivia sent over a marriage proposal. The first time I saw her, she was beaming as she held out a box to me. I followed her gaze to look inside. It was stuffed full. There was her marriage proposal, all the property deeds, even company stock certificates. I still remember on our wedding day, she took my hand and vowed that she would never let me suffer again in this lifetime. At that moment, my heart was completely filled. It turns out I wasn’t unwanted. It turns out I was also cherished by someone. But on our wedding night, Olivia came home drunk and started smashing things frantically. She kept muttering Caleb’s name. I tried to help her up from the broken glass, but she shoved me down. Glass shards pierced my knee, and I shook from the pain. When I looked up at her, her eyes were full of disgust. “No matter how much you look like him, you’re not him.” “Why did he have to be my adopted brother? Why can’t I be with him properly?” At that moment, I finally understood – I was just a substitute for Caleb. The woman who had eagerly proposed to me with a box full of assets was exactly the same as the Olivia standing before me now. It turns out her superior attitude had never changed. I was the one who had been hoping in vain all along. Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, followed by a man’s loud voice. “Water! There’s still water left in this carriage!” With those words, everyone in the carriage looked excitedly in that direction. But intimidated by Olivia’s authority, no one dared to make a move. Seeing I was unmoved, Olivia gave me a look, signaling me to go carry the water. After all, she was used to having everything done for her all these years. Because of her obsession with cleanliness, I had to personally clean our 9-story villa every day. Her three meals, schedule arrangements – she casually tossed it all to me to handle. I worked until my lower back was severely injured. When I wanted to rest for a day, she disgustedly pushed me to the ground. “Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me. Using that face that looks like Caleb to gain sympathy only makes me more disgusted with you.” Olivia clicked her tongue, bringing me back to reality. She impatiently raised her hand to point at the water bucket. “What are you spacing out for?” “Caleb and I are thirsty. Hurry up and bring the water bucket over.” She clearly knew how badly injured my lower back was, that it couldn’t handle such heavy weight. One wrong move could even lead to paralysis of my lower body. The crowd behind me spoke up. “Mrs. Greene, there are so many of us men here. Let us carry it. The boss doesn’t look well.” “That’s right, we still need to rely on the boss for the helicopter rescue.” But Olivia seemed to feel she had lost face. She immediately grabbed my collar and dragged me in front of the water bucket, forcing me to lift it. By the time I carried the water bucket back to the original carriage, my lower back hurt so much I couldn’t stand up straight. My legs were starting to go numb. I picked up the box for drawing lots and began drawing names. Olivia casually crossed her legs, waiting for me to call her name. “You’ll see, he loves me so much, he’ll definitely draw my name first.” 0

But she didn’t know that her name wasn’t even in the box. “Mark Henderson, Lisa Chen…” Eight names had already been called. Including me, that made nine. In their eyes, there was only one spot left. But they didn’t know Mia would be on the helicopter to accompany me. Those two were already doomed. Olivia and Caleb started to get agitated. Caleb quietly got up from Olivia’s arms. Both their faces were full of calculation. I reached my hand into the box. At that moment, Olivia and Caleb stood up almost simultaneously. “Wait!” They spoke in unison, their faces unable to hide their panic. The two exchanged a glance. Olivia forced a smile. “Caleb, the company can’t run for a day without me.” “How about this – you stay on the train first, and I’ll send someone to pick you up as soon as I get back to the company, okay?” Caleb’s expression froze for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected Olivia to abandon him so easily. He gave me a deep look. With the experience of being left here to become a charred corpse in my previous life, Caleb didn’t believe the hypocritical Olivia in front of him. But afraid of ruining their relationship, he still forced a smile. “But sister Olivia, don’t you remember? When we were little, you set off firecrackers that injured my ears. My skin was also damaged. In this heat, I can’t take it.” “Why don’t I go first, and I’ll send someone to get you when I return.” Olivia’s face instantly darkened. She pressed her tongue against her back teeth, her expression already showing impatience. “I already said I’m going first. Since when did you become so hard of hearing?” Seeing the situation, Caleb stopped pretending. He rushed in front of me and grabbed my hand. “Brother Jack, take me with you. Once we get out I promise you’ll have endless wealth and status. You won’t have to live under Olivia’s thumb anymore. I’ll help pay off your family’s debts, okay?” Hearing the trembling in Caleb’s anxious voice, I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction rise in my heart. The sound of the helicopter drew closer. The train carriage door was forcibly dismantled from the outside. Olivia rushed over and shoved Caleb away, then grasped my hand with a loving expression. “Jack, we’ve been married for seven years. You can’t abandon me here out of spite.” “I was blind before to like Caleb. Don’t worry, after we go back, I’ll devote myself only to you. I won’t be fickle anymore!” Before I could speak, a woman slowly walked down from the helicopter. Mia let out a light laugh, but her eyes were full of hatred as she looked at Olivia. “After? His future won’t include you anymore.”

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