（ succubus ： Succubus is a spiritual demon that exists in European and Middle Eastern mythology and is said to invade male (female) dreams at night to draw strength and satisfy their own needs, causing the affected male to gradually weaken and even die. ） My Demon Husband Married My Sister! Undercover for three years, I finally came home. Pushing open the door, I saw my demon husband with a baby in his arms and a toddler by his side. “Say Mommy.” He pushed the baby towards me. I froze. But then my in-laws pulled out my heavily pregnant sister. “Julian’s reached adulthood, he has to reproduce, or his body will literally tear itself apart! You can’t expect us to lose our son, can you?!” In our meticulously decorated wedding home, I watched them intimately intertwine right in front of me, a disgusting mess left on the floor. “Julian, do you like me or my sister?” My sister’s syrupy voice rose and fell. “Of course, it’s you, my little devil! Your sister is frigid, utterly boring!” Julian’s tone was dismissive. I clapped a hand over my mouth, fleeing out the door, only to be struck by an oncoming car. When I woke again, the doctor looked troubled. “Ms. Hayes, your account is empty. If you can’t pay by 5 PM this afternoon, you’ll have to be discharged.” My sister walked in, carrying a sad, crumpled fruit basket, a massive, fiery diamond necklace glittering on her neck. “Sister, take care of yourself. I’ll look after Julian for you. Our children are your children.” My heart completely froze over. Turning away, I called the gang leader who had taken me in for the past three years. “Godfather, my sister and my husband are getting married. Could you bring some gifts… the kind from *our* world?”

“Hello, Mommy!” The moment the child’s voice chirped, my mind went blank with a loud buzz, like someone had slammed a bat over my head. I stood in the doorway, my hand still on the doorknob, unable to let go, completely frozen. Three years undercover, I had finally completed my mission and returned home. I opened the door with a heart full of joy, only to see this scene. The house was festively decorated, a red “Welcome Home” banner hanging in the center of the living room, the floor covered with balloons and streamers. On the sofa sat Julian Thorne, my demon husband, but he was holding a tiny, pink baby boy in his arms, and a little girl, about two years old, was clinging to his hand. I was utterly speechless. From the bedroom door, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, smiled, leading out a heavily pregnant woman—my own sister, Willow Hayes. “Why are you just standing there? Come quickly, listen! Your son is kicking Mommy’s tummy. This six or seven-month-old is just so restless.” I stood my ground, my voice stuck in my throat, barely managing a sound after a long moment: “Mom, what is going on?” Eleanor shot me a sidelong glance, a smile in her eyes, then took my hand and led me to the children. “Come on, say Mommy.” “Mommy!” The children’s voices were clear and joyful, but they made my scalp tingle. I yanked my hand away from Eleanor, seeing the intimate glances between Julian and Willow. I looked at Eleanor in disbelief. “You know, when an incubus reaches adulthood, he *has* to reproduce, or his body will explode from within. And you haven’t been back for three years. We couldn’t just stand by and watch Julian die, could we?” Eleanor’s expression was righteous, as if *I* were the one who had done something wrong. Willow leaned against Julian’s arm, soft as a boneless doll, her large belly prominent, her face glowing. “Sister, Julian and I didn’t dare to tell you… but he was truly on the verge of not being able to hold on.” My whole body went cold, as if a blunt object had crushed my heart. Three years undercover, I walked a tightrope, risking my life, taking bullets and blows for the boss, until I finally turned that criminal kingpin around. I fought tooth and nail just to return early and spend my life with my husband. But now, my husband was entangled with my own sister, had children with her, and was making them call *me* Mommy? Julian saw the look on my face and carefully helped Willow up. He walked towards me, his seductive demon aura brushing my nose, still as alluring as ever. “Look at you, getting angry again. Don’t be so serious. Your sister has the same genes as you; even a paternity test wouldn’t show a difference. Isn’t it basically your child? You wouldn’t really be heartless enough to watch me explode and die, would you?” He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, as if the children had just appeared out of thin air and I hadn’t been cheated on. I just wanted to throw up. “Oh, who are you making that gloomy face for?” Eleanor’s expression suddenly turned cold. “Three years, not a single word. If your sister hadn’t held this family together, do you think you’d still have a home to come back to?” “Your sister not only fulfilled your filial duties, she even took care of the children for you, arranging everything perfectly. And what do you do? You come back acting like a wronged wife catching her husband cheating. Can’t you have a little conscience?” “They’re about to get married, really. Why come back and stir up trouble?” Married? My mind went blank, yet suddenly, I understood everything. Willow’s face was like a peach blossom as she stepped forward, excitedly taking my hand. “Sister, you’ll bless us, won’t you?” “Tomorrow, Julian and I are getting married. Guess what role we’ve specially arranged for you?” I said nothing, my fingers trembling. “You’re the one who’ll give the bride away!” She excitedly raised my hand as if announcing a lottery win. “When you personally give me to Julian, the effect will be truly stunning. You know, you were once the one he cared about most. That’s what makes it so touching~” She squeezed my hand hard, her nails digging deep into my skin, her eyes full of provocation: “How memorable! You, crying tears of joy as you hand me over to him in front of everyone. The whole crowd will be weeping! The emotional arc complete, a perfect ending to the story! Don’t you agree, Sister?” Seeing my silence, Eleanor pinched my arm hard. “Like a statue! Learn from your sister! Your sister is so good, she didn’t even mind that you, his *actual* wife, are still alive and well, yet here you are, acting all high and mighty?” My sister “thoughtfully” slipped a script into my hand: “Don’t worry, I’ve written the script for you. Just read it on stage. The first line is: ‘Today, I give my dearest sister to the man I love most…’” I could barely breathe. Willow continued to ramble on, oblivious: “Oh, by the way, Sister, you know how to take photos, right? Tomorrow morning, you can come help us with our wedding photos first. These are the most touching moments, the greatest witness to our love! If you post them online, you might even ride our coattails and go viral! I’ve even thought of the title: ‘How *Liberated* is a Woman Who Gives Her Own Husband Away?’” I stood there stiffly, my heart feeling like it was being carved out inch by agonizing inch.

The next day, I was still lost in sleep when a large hand roughly pulled me up. Before I could even open my eyes, a heavy slap landed squarely on my face. Eleanor’s voice boomed in my ear: “Still sleeping? You think you’re the bride today? Grab the camera and get to work!” I stared blankly at the camera, which was bigger than my head. Without a word, I was dragged to the wedding venue. Aside from Julian and Willow, there were only a few women in designer clothes taking pictures. “Oh, isn’t that Scarlett Hayes? Personally taking wedding photos of her husband and sister, tsk tsk tsk, even more outlandish than a TV show.” They looked at me with disdain. Willow feigned annoyance: “Girls, don’t talk nonsense. She’s my most sensible and wonderful sister~ She even came back to bless us, and volunteered to be the photographer.” I watched them burst into fits of laughter, and I bit down on my teeth, forcing back the humiliation as I pressed the shutter. Suddenly, a stiletto heel kicked my knee without warning. The searing pain made me fall to my knees with a thud. The sound of my knee crunching echoed up my spine, and I trembled with agony. “Kneel to take pictures; it makes legs look longer. Don’t you even know that? Useless.” One woman flipped through my photos, sneering: “Tsk tsk tsk, I bet she still hates them. Is she deliberately trying to make these look like a horror movie?” Willow lowered her gaze and smiled, her eyes cold, then said sweetly, “Sister wouldn’t be so petty, would she~” Before I could say anything, a hand roughly grabbed my hair, and several slaps rained down. My cheeks burned with pain. “Who are you trying to jinx with these pictures? Our Willow is the bride today! You pathetic bitch, you couldn’t keep your man, and now you’re trying to sabotage us?” “We were shocked when she came back, thought she was going to crash the wedding. Turns out she’s just here to take pictures. Vile to her core.” They laughed, doubling over, then grabbed my right hand and twisted it back hard, forcing the camera onto my arm, making me hold it high. “If these pictures aren’t perfect today, don’t even think about walking out that door!” They stomped on my left hand, grinding it against the floor until my nails broke, bleeding profusely. But they still weren’t satisfied, and they climbed onto my back, riding me like livestock. Unable to bear the weight, my hand slipped, and the camera crashed to the floor with a bang, splitting in two. In a haze of pain, I saw Julian rush towards me. I actually thought he might show a shred of his old affection, but instead, he kicked me hard in the stomach: “Are you insane?! That camera cost me twenty thousand! Pay me back!” Immediately, a metallic taste filled my throat, and my stomach pain made me curl up on the floor. I struggled to stay conscious, staring in disbelief as he snatched my phone. After a few taps, he threw it at my face like trash. Willow strolled over, looking down at me sprawled on the floor. “Sister, do you know how hard it was for our family these three years you were gone? I held this house together. I helped you so much, how could you harbor such resentment?” “You were never supposed to come back. Why didn’t you just die out there?” I gasped for air, glaring at the sister I had once loved more than anything. Our parents died when we were young, and I had always looked after her like my own daughter, only to raise such a monster! Willow raised an eyebrow, smiling sweetly at her friends. They understood, grabbing my hair and dragging me to a room upstairs. The moment I was thrown into the elevator, Willow turned back, her smile cold and malicious. “Girls, we need to teach her a lesson, so she never dares to bother Willow again.” The mean girls dragged me into the room, tore off my clothes, pinched my chin, slapped me while taking pictures, and even stomped on my palms with their stiletto heels. I struggled in agony, but my old injuries made me too weak to resist. “Do you know where your sister and husband are right now? Right next door, in that room~ They said they needed to warm up for their big day today, know what I mean?” They roughly forced me to my knees outside the room door. “Can you hear it? Your sister is enjoying herself for you, isn’t this the ‘reunion’ you always dreamed of?” Soft moans emanated from the room, my sister’s syrupy voice rising and falling. “Julian, do you like me or my sister?” “Of course, it’s you, my little devil! Your sister is frigid, utterly boring!” Julian’s tone was dismissive. I never imagined the man I had given my heart to for so many years saw me this way. The last shred of hope shattered in my heart. I knelt in despair, tears streaming from my eyes. After their ‘joyful’ session, everyone left, leaving the room a disgusting mess, reeking of their ‘joy.’ Before Julian left, he didn’t forget to warn me: “You still have to give Willow away later. If you look like this, do you want to embarrass her?” I gave up completely. My hands shaking, I dialed that familiar number. “Godfather, my sister and my husband are getting married today. Please bring some… gifts from *our* world.” I covered my mouth, my eyes filled only with hatred. I staggered out of the hotel, and just as I stepped through the main entrance, the world spun, and a blinding white light rushed towards me. “CRASH!”

When I opened my eyes again, my nose was hit with the pungent smell of iodine and disinfectant. “Teacher, bed 38 is awake.” Several doctors in white coats gathered around. “Ms. Hayes, you were seriously injured in the car accident. Since we couldn’t reach any family members, we had to perform surgery. The surgery fee is two hundred thousand. Please pay as soon as possible.” The attending physician shoved the bill in front of me. I struggled to lift my hand, which was riddled with IVs, my fingers stiff as I reached for the bag on the nightstand. Opening my phone and swiping to my banking app, the cold numbers on the screen slapped me in the face. Balance: $28.10. My breathing hitched. My chest felt like it had been ripped open—where was my thirty million?! My trembling fingers furiously tapped through my account history, and then the monstrous transfer message popped up: “Transfer successful, amount: $30,000,000. Recipient: Julian Thorne.” My mind exploded with a buzzing sound. I suddenly remembered Julian had used my phone when he demanded I pay for the camera! Just as I was reeling from the shock, the hospital room door was violently pushed open. “Oh, so Sister actually woke up.” Willow walked in, arm-in-arm with Julian, holding a sad, crumpled fruit basket. “Sister, we came to see you. Good thing you’re not dead, didn’t waste the money on this fruit basket.” Her fingertip deliberately traced her neck, and only then did I notice the fiery diamond necklace on her throat. I had seen such diamonds at auctions; a single one could cost over a million. The one on her neck was at least ten million. The doctor, sensing trouble, stepped in front of me: “Excuse me, please don’t upset the patient.” “Upset her?” Julian scoffed. “She’s my wife. If I tell her to die, she’ll have to do it with a smile!” The doctor’s hand visibly paused. He looked at Julian suspiciously. “You’re the patient’s husband? Then you need to pay the two hundred thousand medical fees by 5 PM this afternoon, otherwise, we’ll have to discharge her.” “Two hundred thousand?!” Julian’s eyes bulged as if he wanted to eat someone alive. “Do you think I’m an ATM? She’s not worth that much even if you sold her! Maybe we should sell her organs to make up the difference—perfect, we still need some funds for our wedding.” Hearing that, I instantly got so angry I almost choked. Thankfully, the doctor spoke my mind: “Your wife is in this condition, do you have any humanity?!” But Julian ignored him. He violently yanked out the IV drip from my hand. Blood spurted out, staining the bedsheets red, and I gasped in pain. “Don’t put on a sob story for me. Get out of the hospital. You have something important to do today: give Willow away.” I froze, fury practically burning in my eyes: “Are you insane?! I’m injured like this, and you’re still talking about the wedding?” “You just got hit by a car, didn’t you? You ruined Willow’s once-in-a-lifetime wedding. You owe her at least fifty million!” I seriously wondered if I was still conscious. A man who wouldn’t even pay two hundred thousand was demanding fifty million? “I’m done with this nonsense. Where’s my thirty million? You said twenty thousand to replace the camera, what about the rest?!” Julian yelled back at me, his neck stiff, like a madman: “Do you understand marital property? What’s wrong with me taking it? Willow needs a necklace, shouldn’t you, as her sister, buy it for her?” I stared deadly at the necklace, my teeth grinding. I had lived a life on the edge, walking a tightrope, every penny I saved through sheer grit, only for it to become *their* dowry?! “Alright, stop wasting time.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me out. “Get changed and go to the wedding venue.” I was pulled out of the hospital room, my wounds still bleeding, but my heart ached even more. The wedding venue was packed with guests. The moment I stepped into the hall, all eyes swiveled towards me. “Tsk, she actually had the nerve to show up? Her husband is marrying her sister, and she’s the one giving the bride away.” “Whose fault is that? She disappeared for three years, and now her husband gets someone else pregnant, *then* she decides to come back.” I stood my ground, veins throbbing with anger, my nails almost digging into my palms, fighting the urge to kill. This show wasn’t over yet!

I was forcibly stuffed into a heavy red gown, my unmasked injuries visible, my leg still not healed, forcing me to hunch over. I leaned on Willow’s arm, leading her step-by-step towards the man in the sharp suit. The emcee, microphone in hand, excitedly announced: “Next, let’s invite the bride’s sister to offer her blessings to the happy couple!” The entire hall suddenly fell silent. All cameras, lights, and eyes swiveled to me. I looked at the crowd and smiled, a smile that made blood seep from the corner of my lips. “Thank you all for coming despite your busy schedules.” I paused, my voice ice-cold. “Today is a joyous day for my husband and my own sister. Come on, give a round of applause for this shameless, despicable pair!” A stir went through the crowd. Some people laughed out loud, as if I wasn’t an injured person, but part of the opening act. Julian’s face instantly twisted. He lunged forward and slapped me across the face. “SMACK!” The blow made me see stars, and my mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He leaned in and roared: “Are you insane?! Where’s the script Willow gave you? Do you want to ruin us?!” Willow stood to the side, wiping away tears: “Sister, why are you humiliating me?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed like a madwoman. “You tore my life apart first, and now you’re playing the victim? You want to put on a show? I’ll play along until the very end.” I pulled out my phone, tapped the screen twice, and coldly watched the two of them. Julian narrowed his eyes: “What trick are you playing?” He looked around, saw nothing happen, and then he smiled, a cold, vicious smile. He leaned down close to me, grabbed my collar, and dragged me to the edge of the stage. “You think you can threaten me? A helpless orphan dares to challenge me?” “I’m telling you.” Before he could finish, he swung a punch at my face. Before I could react, he kicked me in the stomach again, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. “You want sympathy, don’t you? Then cry! If you don’t publicly kneel and kowtow forty-nine times to Willow and pay fifty million, I’ll make sure no one claims your body tomorrow!” Julian snarled, kicking me again. Just then. “BANG!” A deafening gunshot ripped through the wedding hall’s commotion. The main doors were kicked open, and a swarm of men in black suits flooded in, the atmosphere instantly freezing, like Death himself had arrived. The man leading them was tall and imposing, dressed in a dark black trench coat, his steps calm, yet each one radiated lethal intent. Seeing him, the entire hall erupted almost immediately. Silas Blackwood! The most untouchable man in South City, the living Grim Reaper of the underworld, a name that struck terror into hearts!

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Liam Cross forced me into a revealing bunny costume for our university farewell gala. He swore it was just a costume party. The moment I stepped inside, the room exploded with cruel laughter. “Wow, the valedictorian? More like the queen of kink, wouldn’t you say?” Professor Sterling, Liam’s mother, sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. “Summer Reed, you have absolutely no shame. Wearing this to such a formal event? Do you even deserve my son?!” My body trembled, tears blurring my vision. I looked at Liam, desperate for an explanation, for him to stand up for me. Instead, he scoffed, pulling Sophia Cross, who stood beside him, into his arms. Right in front of everyone, he kissed her passionately, then turned to me, his words like daggers. “Summer Reed, if you hadn’t taken Scarlett’s spot all those years ago, she wouldn’t have died in that car accident on her way to that other university!” “But heaven was kind enough to send me her sister, Sophia. She’s my true love!” “And you, you’re destined to be a pathetic orphan forever. Get out!” I fought to control my shaking body, feigning composure as I turned to leave. But inside, a burning resolve hardened my heart. If their love was so earth-shattering, then I’d make sure it shattered them both. 0

Months ago, I pulled countless all-nighters, coding for Liam. I helped him win the University Startup Challenge, along with a $1,000,000 prize. That allowed him to establish himself in the metropolitan hub even before graduation. He held me close, tracing my features repeatedly, murmuring sweet nothings. “Summer, we’ll get married right after graduation. I’ll give you the grandest wedding imaginable.” For those words, I turned down a $1,000,000 offer. And I willingly became pregnant with his child. But now I understood. All his kindness, every sweet gesture, had concealed a monstrous hatred. My legs swayed, the world blurring around me. I just wanted to escape, to walk away, step by agonizing step. But Liam wouldn’t let up. His mocking voice followed me. “I bet a million dollars she won’t even make it through the night. She’ll come crawling back, begging for my forgiveness, like a desperate alley cat.” The words hit me like a tidal wave, and the crowd’s laughter crashed down. My head swam. The baby inside me seemed to sense my distress, and a faint ache started in my belly. Clutching my stomach, I stumbled towards the staircase. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. It was Sophia. She hugged me, her voice tearful, calling out to Liam. “Liam, my love, Summer didn’t mean it. Please, just let her go.” “You can’t just send her away. She’s pregnant and won’t find a job. Let her stay, even as a maid!” Her words sounded like a plea, but they carried a stinging, unbearable humiliation. I used every ounce of strength to push her away. A wicked, barely hidden smirk flashed across her lips as she abruptly shoved me forward, then dramatically fell backward herself. Caught off guard, I lost my balance and tumbled down the stairs. A tearing pain erupted in my abdomen. Warm blood instantly gushed down my thighs, staining the white fur of my bunny costume crimson. “My baby!” I shrieked. Liam’s face instantly paled, his chest visibly heaving. He instinctively lunged forward, reaching out to help me up. But Sophia’s whimpering voice cut him off, perfectly timed. “Summer, I really didn’t mean any harm! Why did you push me?!” She sobbed, but her eyes held a triumphant, wicked glint directed at me. “No… no, that’s not it…” I tried to explain, but the pain made coherent words impossible. Liam frowned, looking at me, a flicker of something complex in his eyes. Ultimately, he turned, helping Sophia to her feet instead. He swept a cold glance over me, his voice icy, filled with profound disgust. “Disgusting. This is what you get for hurting others. You owe us so much. Consider this child your atonement.” With that, he helped Sophia walk away, not looking back. I had no sin, so how could there be atonement! His idealized Scarlett – I’d never even met her. How could I have intentionally harmed her? I lay on the cold ground, trembling, blood spreading beneath me. Watching them leave, my heart hurt more than my body. The crowd gathered around me like spectators at a morbid show, no one offering a hand. I had to save my baby. Ignoring everything else, I bit down hard and struggled to my feet. Still in the bunny costume, covered in blood, I staggered onto the street. No driver dared to pick me up. Step by painful step, I finally reached the hospital. The surgery lasted three hours. When I woke, I heard what felt like a miracle. 0

“The baby is safe.” The doctor looked at me deeply, unable to resist a warning. “The fetus has been temporarily saved. Please be more careful in the future. Don’t harm the baby inside you.” The story was too long, I didn’t know how to refute it. I could only bow my head, stroking my belly, tears falling endlessly. Baby, from now on, Mommy will protect you no matter what! If I was going to leave, I was going to leave completely. I would take all my things with me. Back at the mansion, I ignored my physical discomfort and started packing. But I ran into Professor Sterling, who was about to leave. Seeing me, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. “You brat, why haven’t you left yet? Are you still trying to seduce my son?!” I couldn’t imagine how she became a professor; she lacked any sense of decency. I gritted my teeth and explained that I was just there to pack my things and would leave completely in a moment. She still looked at me with disgust. “Someone like you doesn’t even qualify to be a maid here. I’m warning you, don’t try to seduce my son again, or you’ll regret it!” I had just packed a few simple clothes when the villa door swung open. Liam walked in, arm around Sophia. His eyes immediately fell on my slightly swollen belly, and a flicker of delight crossed his face. A mocking smile played on his lips. “I knew you’d come back,” he sneered. “Since the baby’s still there, you can stay as a maid. Take care of Sophia.” “And at my wedding with Sophia in three days, I’ll even let you be a bridesmaid. Consider it your indirect marriage to me.” I froze. Three days from now. That was supposed to be *our* wedding. He’d promised me countless times, a grand wedding. To love me forever, to build a happy family with our child. But now, the villain’s true face was finally revealed. And the bride had been replaced by Sophia. “Liam, my love, you’re so good to me,” Sophia simpered. “Even though Summer accidentally caused my sister’s death, you still let her be our bridesmaid.” “It’s just a shame about Scarlett, she didn’t even get to have a baby for you before she left.” She started crying as she spoke, but her eyes held a triumphant smirk directed at me. Liam’s face suddenly changed. He quickly pulled Sophia into his embrace, gently stroking her head. “Sophia, don’t be so sad. I’ll give all my love to you, to make up for her.” He glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind. “Yes, I can’t let Scarlett down.” The words had barely left his lips when he forcefully dragged me out of the room and shoved me into the mansion’s sauna. He tied me to a chair. “Liam Cross, you’re insane!” I suddenly understood his intention and struggled desperately. But I couldn’t fight his strength. He cranked up the heat and locked the door. His voice was cold as death, like a grim reaper’s judgment. “You can atone for your sins in here. Tomorrow morning, if the baby’s still alive, I’ll let you go. I guess Scarlett wouldn’t mind then.” With that, he seemed to not want to see me anymore and walked away with Sophia. The temperature in the sauna began to rise rapidly. In moments, my breathing became incredibly difficult. 0

“Liam Cross! Let me out!” I screamed desperately, but there was no response from outside. Time ticked by, second by agonizing second, and my body began to show signs of dehydration. The baby in my belly also squirmed uneasily, as if protesting the terrifying environment. “Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy is so sorry.” I looked down at my belly, tears mixing with sweat, streaming down my face. The high heat made me dizzy, and I started to hallucinate. I saw the first time Liam and I cooked together, my finger accidentally burned. He was so anxious he nearly cried, carefully applied aloe vera, then carried me to the sofa. He pretended to be angry, but his voice was gentle. “You’re not allowed in the kitchen again. If you’re hungry, just call your husband!” Whenever my period pain made me curl up in bed, he would clumsily brew ginger tea with brown sugar. He’d drop three drops on the back of his hand to test the temperature before personally feeding it to me. I looked into his loving eyes, thinking he would never change, not in three lifetimes. But now, he had tied me in this scorching room, abandoning me and our baby to die. Suffocating heat, unbearable pressure. I felt my consciousness slowly peeling away, the cramping in my lower abdomen growing increasingly intense. I curled up in the corner, using my last ounce of strength to protect my belly. Don’t be scared, baby. Mommy’s here… The next morning, when Liam opened the sauna door. What he saw was me, passed out, lying in a pool of blood. He rushed over, immediately picking me up. “Summer! Summer!” Through a haze, I heard the ambulance sirens. When my consciousness cleared, I was lying in the guest room bed, an IV drip in my arm. Liam sat nearby, focused on typing code on his laptop. “The baby…” My voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows. Hearing my faint whisper, he quickly leaned closer, his gaze slightly evasive. “The baby… it’s gone.” “You’ve paid your debt to Scarlett. From now on, just stay here in the mansion and be a good housekeeper.” He picked up a bowl of soup, scooped out a small spoonful. After blowing on it a few times, he brought it to my lips. “This is a restorative broth. I made it myself to help you recover. Drink it.” My chest constricted with pain. I pushed him away. “I owe Scarlett nothing! There were only two spots that year, but I was the top honors graduate in the entire state!” “That last spot was clearly stolen by you. The one who killed Scarlett should be you!” Liam’s movements stiffened. A flicker of panic crossed his face. But quickly, that panic was replaced by enraged shame. “Slam!” He shot up, a resounding slap landing hard on my face. My cheek instantly swelled, blood oozing from the corner of my mouth. “Summer Reed, what are you talking about?!” He roared at me, his face contorted in a sneer. “If it weren’t for you, I would have been with Scarlett years ago!” “You manipulative woman, you still refuse to admit your fault! You’re beyond hope!” I stopped arguing, only offering a faint, mocking laugh, reminding him. “Your true love is calling. Go answer it.” Liam glanced at his phone, then, as if trying to escape something, stormed out, slamming the door. I hadn’t eaten in days. That night, I was ravenous and had to use the wall for support to go downstairs to find food. But as soon as I reached the second floor, I heard sounds of intimacy coming from Liam’s room. 0

That had been our room. Now, the door was wide open, their entwined bodies clearly visible. “Liam, my love, gently. It’s only just three months. Look how impatient you are!” Her voice was brazen and grating, like a dull knife twisting viciously in my heart. My baby had just been lost, and Liam was already in the mood to carouse with his mistress, having the time of his life! And Sophia was already three months pregnant. I remembered vividly how overjoyed he was when I first became pregnant. He would lay his head on my belly every day, clumsily talking to the baby, reading stories. He imagined everything about our baby’s birth, promising to give our child the best future. He had loved our child so much. That tenderness and affection felt like it happened just yesterday. But now, our child was gone. And he didn’t show even a hint of sorrow. He was celebrating with his mistress. A wave of nausea washed over me. I didn’t hesitate any longer. I forced myself to pack my bags, and amidst their unrestrained moans, I left the mansion for good. In these past few years, I had poured all my energy into Liam. I seemed to have forgotten how brilliant I once was. I needed a job to support myself. And I needed a job to prove that I, Summer Reed, hadn’t been broken. I had just suffered a miscarriage, my body still recovering, but the very next day, I endured the pain to look for work. I chose a well-known tech company. With my professional skills and qualifications, I should easily get an offer. However, fate always seemed to enjoy playing cruel jokes on me. At the interview, I ran into Liam and Sophia again. “It’s okay, their loss if it doesn’t work out this time. I’ll arrange a few better ones for you!” Liam was with Sophia, a tender smile on his face, seemingly comforting her. “Summer?” He looked up and suddenly saw me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, quickly turning to anger. “Why didn’t you come home last night? You just lost the baby and you’re already out running wild? Do you have no shame at all?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for everyone nearby to hear. In an instant, countless scornful, mocking gazes fell upon me. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I’ve already moved out. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Sophia, standing beside him, immediately put on her innocent, pitiful act, her eyes slightly red as she said to me. “Summer, can you please give me a chance? This job is really important to me.” “How can you intentionally compete with me over what happened yesterday?!” “Please, you took my sister’s spot in college back then. Can’t you just let me have this now?” As she spoke, a hint of malice flashed in her eyes, then she burst into tears and threw herself into Liam’s arms. Liam, hearing her words, immediately believed Sophia. He thought I was deliberately coming to this company to compete with her for revenge. He pointed at me, his voice filled with even more disgust. “Summer Reed, you really are shameless! You’d stoop to such despicable tactics!” I stared at Liam, my voice cold. “If we’re talking despicable, tricking me into getting pregnant right after graduation, and making me give up a million-dollar job offer – that’s truly despicable, isn’t it?!” He gritted his teeth in rage, about to retort, when the interviewer called my name. I walked into the interview room without looking back. The process was exceptionally smooth. My professional skills and project experience received high praise from the interviewers. My hiring was practically a certainty. Just as the interviewer was about to announce the result, Sophia and Liam suddenly burst in. 0

Sophia, tears streaming down her face, pointed at me, her voice choked with sobs. “Interviewer, she… she has a very questionable personal life! She had a miscarriage during the day, and was out partying at night!” As she spoke, she pulled out her phone. She played the video of me in the bunny costume, publicly humiliated in front of everyone. “Someone like this would seriously damage the company’s image. She’s completely unsuitable for this job!” Liam chimed in from the side. “She’s a promiscuous woman, and she even caused the death of my fiancée. How can someone like that be trusted with such an important position?” The interviewer’s face instantly turned ashen, their appreciative gaze wavering. “No, that’s not true!” I tried to explain, but the interviewer no longer wished to hear it. Finally, they just shook their head, looking regretful. “We’re very sorry, Ms. Reed, but we’ll need to reconsider.” I clenched my fists, blood oozing from my palms. I knew what those words meant. Tears I could no longer control spilled down my face as I walked out of the building. Standing under the scorching afternoon sun, I felt utterly cold. I refused to give up, and went to several more well-known tech companies. But in every interview, I noticed strange looks from the interviewers, and ultimately, all my applications were politely rejected. It wasn’t until that evening that I discovered my bunny costume video had gone viral online. All sorts of offensive titles and malicious comments surged towards me like a tide. “Is this woman crazy?” “Disrespectful to her mentors, she deserves to be humiliated and abandoned.” “Doesn’t look like a decent woman.” My phone vibrated ceaselessly with rejection calls from various companies. Even some companies that had previously expressed interest cancelled my interviews. I stared at the overwhelming torrent of insults on my phone screen, listening to the harsh sounds of rejection in my ear, utterly speechless. A rush of hot blood surged to my head, my vision went black, and I passed out completely. When I woke again, I found myself back in the guest room bed at Liam Cross’s mansion. “Summer, you’re awake.” Sophia pushed open the door. Liam followed behind her, holding a bowl of dark herbal soup. Seeing I was awake, a hint of triumph appeared on his face. “Sophia was kind enough to see you collapse on the street, that’s why I brought you back. You should thank her properly.” Thank her? Thank her for pushing me back into this abyss of no return? I just wanted to escape this hellhole quickly. I struggled to get out of bed, but Liam pushed me back down. “Do you really want to leave this house so badly?” “It’s not too late to go after you’ve recovered.” He pointed to the dark, murky soup in the bowl, saying Sophia had personally brewed it for me to help regulate my body. Ignoring my resistance, he pinched my chin and forcibly poured it down my throat. As the soup went down, a strange numbing sensation quickly spread through my limbs. Sophia walked to the bedside, leaning closer. “Sister Summer, just rest well.” Then, in a voice only we two could hear, she whispered in my ear. “Tomorrow, I’ve prepared another big show for you.” An alarm blared in my heart. I wanted to escape. But I found myself unable to move, even my eyelids felt heavy as lead. Soon, I fell into a deep, heavy sleep. The next morning, I was jolted awake by a violent crash as the door burst open. Liam’s eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion. He grabbed me off the bed, slammed me onto the floor, and started slapping my face relentlessly. “You wretch! You venomous viper!” He gripped my collar, roaring, his face twisted in a sneer. “My mother… my mother suffocated to death last night! You were the only one home! It must have been you!” I was disoriented from the fall, and the lingering effects of the medicine made my head throb. Professor Sterling… dead? 0 “It wasn’t me…” I weakly protested. “You’re still acting!” Liam slapped my face again, the hatred in his eyes practically devouring me.

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On the day we were supposed to get married at the registry office, my girlfriend Sophia had me kicked out and went in with her childhood sweetheart instead. She looked at me nonchalantly and said, “Lucas’s child needs to be registered. Once we divorce, I’ll marry you.” Everyone thought that I, being so devoted to her, would willingly wait another month for her. After all, I had already waited seven years. But that very night, I accepted my family’s arrangement for an international marriage and disappeared from her world. Three years later, I returned to the country with my wife to pay respects to our ancestors. My wife had some urgent business to attend to, so she asked the local branch of our company to arrange someone to pick me up. Unexpectedly, I ran into Sophia, whom I hadn’t seen in three years. “You’ve played around long enough. It’s time to come back,” she said. “Lucas’s child is about to start kindergarten. You’ll be responsible for dropping her off and picking her up.”

In the arrival hall, I saw someone holding a sign with my English name. As I approached, I was surprised to find it was Sophia, my ex-girlfriend whom I hadn’t seen in three years. She was there with Lucas and a few of our old friends, all craning their necks and looking expectantly towards the gate. “Sophia, isn’t that your doormat, Jack?” one of them said. Sophia, looking surprised to see me, quickly composed herself and said casually, “See? I told you he’d come crawling back.” The group snickered and turned to me. “Jack disappeared without a word back then. Now that he sees Sophia’s doing well, he’s probably been crying himself to sleep every night with regret!” “But Jack, if you wanted to pretend to bump into her, why did you just throw on some casual clothes? Couldn’t you have dressed up a bit?” “Don’t tell me you can’t even afford decent clothes without Sophia? Man, you must be in bad shape!” In the past, whenever I went to meet Sophia, I would always choose my most flattering clothes, presenting my best self to her. But now, there was no need for that anymore. My wife is pregnant, and I need to take care of her, so I dress for comfort. These casual clothes were just something I quickly changed into on the way to drop my wife off at the hospital. Hearing their comments, I realized they only knew my English name and didn’t know that I was the person they were supposed to pick up. Seeing that I remained silent, someone who used to be closer to me tried to smooth things over: “Jack, it’s good that you’re back. Actually, Sophia has been looking for you all these years… asking around for news about you!” Sophia’s smile froze, but she quickly regained her composure and said nonchalantly: “Lucas’s child is about to start kindergarten. From now on, you’ll be responsible for drop-offs and pick-ups.” Sophia was still as arrogant and presumptuous as ever. But I was no longer the boy who always tolerated her behavior. Seeing her again, all I felt was annoyance. Not wanting to waste time with them, I was about to reveal my identity when Lucas spoke up: “Jack, don’t blame Sophia. She’s doing this for your own good. After disappearing for three years, who knows what you’ve been up to?” “Looking at your shabby state now, you couldn’t even handle being her personal assistant if she offered.” “Don’t worry, no one will look down on you for helping me take care of my daughter.” Three years hadn’t changed Lucas; he was still as condescending as ever, still able to make me frown in disgust. Sophia, misinterpreting my expression as jealousy, flashed a hint of smugness in her eyes. “Alright, enough with the fuss. You can’t afford to be picky when you’re down on your luck,” she said. “Just focus on taking care of the child and stop causing trouble. Know your place.” “Don’t worry, we still have a room for assistants at my place.” As soon as she finished speaking, the people around us burst into malicious laughter. “Jack, see how good Sophia is to you? She’s worried you might be suffering out there, so she’s arranged food and lodging for you.” “It’s just helping Lucas with the kid, isn’t that much better than your current miserable life? Hurry up and thank Sophia.” Lucas straightened his clothes and said pompously, “Jack, don’t worry. If my daughter misbehaves, I’ll discipline her myself. I won’t let you suffer any grievances.” Sophia snorted and glanced at me. “What grievances could he have? He disappeared over a trivial matter back then. Now that he can’t make it on his own and has come back, it’s only right that he suffers a bit.” Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. Even now, she still thought that getting married to Lucas was just a trivial matter? It seems the Sophia who once loved me was long gone. She was no longer the girl who, despite being injured herself, only cared about my wounds. She was no longer the young woman who, with nothing to her name, loudly proclaimed her love for me and promised me everything. And she was certainly not the successful woman who was willing to cook for me with her own hands. But it’s fine. It’s all in the past now, no need to bring it up. After all, I’m about to have a second child with my wife.

Suppressing my thoughts, I didn’t want to argue with them here. It was pointless. I looked at Sophia and said calmly, “Weren’t you here to pick me up? Let’s go.” The scene fell silent for a moment, and then they exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. Lucas sneered coldly, “Wait for you? Who do you think you are?” He pointed at the sign, “Look carefully. We’re waiting for Helina. Do you know who that is?” Of course I knew. It was my English name. “Helina is the husband of the Gu family, the legitimate spouse of CEO Gu,” someone explained. “CEO Gu is a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but she’s also quite the romantic. They say she refused to marry for years, just waiting for Helina.” “Everyone in the circle knows that if you want to get on CEO Gu’s good side, it’s better to please her husband!” Hearing their chatter, a smile of happiness spread across my face. In our three years of marriage, Amelia’s business had grown exponentially, and her reputation as a doting wife had spread just as far. Lucas, always trying to one-up me, couldn’t resist showing off: “To win her husband’s heart, CEO Gu once bid on a ‘True Love Eternal’ watch at Christie’s, worth 20 million… dollars.” “CEO Gu’s husband is the envy of men worldwide.” He paused, then pointed at my wrist and exclaimed, “It’s that one!” The scene suddenly fell silent as everyone looked at my watch. Sophia abruptly grabbed my hand, examined it for a moment, then said mockingly: “It’s quite an exquisite fake! Which delivery guy bought it for you? Giving a counterfeit as a gift, how trashy.” “Garbage.” I yanked my hand away from her, smirking as I gently caressed the watch. Seeing my happy expression, Sophia’s pupils constricted. She suddenly grabbed my wrist again and roughly wiped the watch. I hadn’t expected this to happen and was caught off guard. Lucas stepped forward to examine the watch, taking it from Sophia’s hand to play with. “It is indeed more exquisite than the fake I bought, but I’d never wear it out. It’d be embarrassing.” “The counterfeits abroad are really something else. It feels quite nice.” “Or are you saying, Jack, that you’re Helina? That you’re the legendary husband of CEO Gu?!” With that, the people around burst into laughter. After all, it was too absurd for them to believe. Amelia Gu was a world-renowned financial genius, cold and ruthless in the business world, decisive in her actions. While just three years ago, I was still hanging out with this group, a loser whose wedding was cancelled by Sophia. It seemed impossible no matter how you looked at it. Lucas twirled the watch around his finger. “Jack, let me have this watch. I’ll pay double for it.” Afraid he might drop it, I quickly said, “Give me back the watch. Amelia gave it to me…” Before I could finish, Sophia slapped me so hard that blood appeared at the corner of my mouth. “Shut up!”

Sophia looked at me with some irritation and said, “Jack, you have no right to speak CEO Gu’s name. How dare you spread rumors about having a relationship with her? Are you trying to get me killed?” Sophia’s girlfriends also looked at me with righteous indignation. “Jack, do you know how hard we worked to get this opportunity to pick up CEO Gu’s husband today?” “Sophia’s company was acquired by CEO Gu last year. We all depend on CEO Gu for our livelihoods now. Only by pleasing CEO Gu’s husband can Sophia’s position be secure.” “Now you’re here spreading rumors about having a connection with CEO Gu. Are you trying to ruin Sophia?” I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and slowly turned my head, meeting Sophia’s gaze. Perhaps my look was too intimidating, as Sophia frowned, a flash of panic crossing her eyes. Seeing Sophia’s strange look at me, Lucas glared at me venomously, pointing at my nose and cursing, “Jack, you ungrateful bastard. Sophia has already agreed to take you in, don’t you dare be so ungrateful and push your luck.” “Even if you hold a grudge against Sophia, you can’t use this method to get revenge on her.” Hearing this, I felt like I was back three years ago. No matter what I did, Lucas would always misinterpret my intentions and explain them to Sophia. At first, Sophia would scold Lucas. But later, she would follow Lucas’s lead and blame me. Just like now, Sophia scolded me with a tone of disappointment: “Jealous fool.” But this time, she didn’t continue berating me as she used to. After a moment of silence, Sophia took out a check for $200,000 and placed it in front of me. “For old times’ sake, I won’t do anything to you.” “Take the money and buy yourself some decent clothes. If you don’t like taking care of kids, I’ll help you find a respectable job in a few days.” “Don’t worry, since CEO Gu acquired the company, this amount of money is nothing to me now.” Sophia’s patronizing attitude made me sick. Seems like she’s been doing well lately. Under everyone’s surprised gaze, I pushed away Sophia’s hand holding the check, retrieved my watch from Lucas’s hand, and said with a smile: “No need, Ms. Song. I don’t accept things from strangers.”

Ignoring Sophia’s face, which had turned the color of pig liver, I turned to leave. But before I could take a few steps, Sophia grabbed me and coldly questioned: “Jack, you won’t even take my money? What do you mean? I’m a stranger?” I replied: “Since we’ve broken up, it’s better not to have any contact. It might lead to misunderstandings.” I thought of my slightly jealous wife. Sophia, however, glanced at Lucas with a knowing look. “The company is hosting a banquet for CEO Gu in three days. I was planning to bring you along to broaden your horizons.” “But you’ll need to buy some proper clothes, so you don’t embarrass yourself…” Before she could finish, I directly declined: “Really, there’s no need. Thank you.” Hearing my rejection again, Sophia became somewhat annoyed. Her hand, still holding out the check to me, froze in mid-air, her teeth audibly grinding. “Jack, you’ve really grown some backbone. I guess it’s true that poverty breeds insolence.” “If you don’t want to go, then forget it. I’ll take Lucas instead!” Hearing that Sophia wanted to bring him to the banquet, Lucas’s eyes lit up, and he quickly said: “Sophia, I’ll definitely perform well. I won’t embarrass you at all.” Not wanting to entangle with them any further, I turned and strode away, leaving one last sentence: “I hope you’ll still be this confident three days from now.” Quickly leaving the arrival hall and breathing in the fresh air, the nausea in my stomach finally subsided. Three years ago, my family had arranged for me to go abroad for a blind date. Defying my parents’ pressure, I begged my girlfriend of seven years, Sophia, to marry me, planning to present them with a fait accompli. Sophia agreed. But unexpectedly, at the door of the registry office, I not only waited for Sophia but also her longtime crush, Lucas. “Lucas’s child needs to be registered, so I need to marry him first.” “After a month, when we get the divorce certificate, I’ll marry you right away.” “It’s just for the child, don’t overthink it.” Watching Sophia walk into the registry office hand in hand with Lucas, I was completely heartbroken. That night, I flew abroad for the arranged blind date. A month later, I held a wedding and married Amelia. A year later, we had our first child. Recently, Amelia became pregnant with our second child. If it weren’t for accompanying Amelia to pay respects to our ancestors, I wouldn’t have returned to the country at all. Let alone run into Sophia.

Three days later, I dressed casually and arrived alone at the banquet venue. The moment Sophia saw me, her eyes lit up, and a smug smile played on her lips. “You said you wouldn’t come, but your actions speak louder than words.” “But if you want to win me back, you need to at least please me. For an occasion like this, you must dress appropriately to match my status.” I ignored her sudden bout of narcissism and tried to walk past her to my seat. After just a couple of steps, an irritated Sophia grabbed me. “Jack, I’m talking to you. Are you listening?” “Our seats are here. Where are you going?” I shook off her hand and calmly said: “That’s your seat. My seat is over there.” Following my gaze, Sophia looked towards the main table, her face turning extremely unpleasant. Lucas shot me a venomous look and pointed at my watch, shouting: “Jack, how did you sneak in here? Are you here to cause trouble? How… how dare you wear that watch?” His voice was loud, immediately attracting everyone’s attention. “Isn’t that watch the ‘True Love Eternal’ that CEO Gu bought for her husband at a high price? Today is the first time CEO Gu is appearing with her husband. How dare you?” “Did you sneak in? Are you trying to embarrass us in front of CEO Gu?” “Ms. Song, is this your friend?” Seeing that I hadn’t even glanced at her, Sophia tightened her sleeves and said calmly: “No.” Hearing Sophia’s words, Lucas’s expression brightened, and he looked at me haughtily: “Take off the watch and get out!” I looked at him with amusement and sneered: “Are you sure you want me to leave?” Lucas lost face and his eyes turned vicious as he shouted: “Stop pretending! Take off the watch now!” As he said this, he reached out to grab my wrist. I pushed away his approaching hand, stepping back to avoid him. Unexpectedly, someone tripped me from behind. I was stunned by the sudden fall. Lucas stepped on my hand and forcibly yanked the watch off my wrist. “This piece of trash, and you treat it like a treasure.” My arm ached from being stepped on, and my wrist was raw and bleeding. Yet I could only stare blankly at the now broken watch. “Pick him up and throw him out!” Lucas commanded arrogantly. People immediately surrounded me. Seeing them about to grab my arms and legs, I struggled and hurriedly said: “Stop! I’m Amelia’s…” “Slap!” Before I could finish, Lucas slapped me across the face. “Are you going to spread rumors about being CEO Gu’s lover again? You’re not worthy!” Not satisfied, Lucas backhanded me with another slap. I hadn’t planned to settle scores with him on this trip back. Because there was no need. But now, I will definitely make him pay. Sophia crouched in front of me, trying to touch the wound on my wrist, but I instinctively recoiled. She looked at me coldly: “Jack, have you had enough?” “You came here today wearing that watch and dressed like this just because you saw I’ve become successful and can’t let me go, right? You want to make me jealous?” “If you beg me, I’ll agree to take you back.” I let out a cold laugh and looked at her, saying: “Sophia, you’re finished!” Sophia frowned, about to speak, when she noticed the venue had suddenly grown quiet. The guests at the banquet began tidying themselves up and moving towards the main entrance. Sophia quickly pulled me up and whispered: “CEO Gu is here. Behave yourself!” “Don’t worry, Lucas and I are already divorced.” How absurd. I rubbed my hand that was nearly broken from being stepped on, feeling nothing but disgust for the woman in front of me. What does it matter to me whether you’re divorced or not? At that moment, Amelia entered, carrying our daughter, surrounded by a crowd of admirers. Once in the hall, our daughter fussed to be put down from the woman’s arms.

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I was a Blessed Bearer, chosen by the System. After fulfilling 999 fertility wishes for people, I should have been able to sleep for a century, but instead, a mystic cult leader from the East kidnapped and imprisoned me. He screamed like a madman, raving about adding my skull to his collection. At death’s door, Julian, a powerful magnate from the capital’s elite, casually forked over 9.9 billion dollars and paid a fortune to buy my freedom. Moved, I pledged myself to him. But ten years into our marriage, I delivered nine stillborn babies, one after another. Finally, I was pregnant with our tenth child. Excited, I held the scan results, ready to tell him the good news, when I unexpectedly overheard his conversation with his secretary: “Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling’s uterine wall is paper-thin. If she goes through this again, she might not even survive.” “Every time a baby was born, we’d give them a drug that induced a death-like state, then they were sent off to be processed for Delilah’s ‘health tonic’. What if your wife finds out?” Julian’s voice turned cold. “What? You pity her? Or should I send *you* to be made into her ‘tonic’?” “No, no, Mr. Sterling, that’s not what I meant. It’s just, what if your wife finds out…” Julian sneered, “And what if she does? Being Delilah’s personal supply line is her good fortune.” “Delilah was on the verge of depression because she couldn’t conceive. Giving her nine children was the only thing I could do.” “As for Serena, allowing her to be Mrs. Sterling was my greatest act of charity.” My legs turned to jelly. The ultrasound scan results slipped from my trembling hand and fell to the floor. So, the sweet decade we shared was nothing but a meticulously crafted lie. Every tender gesture, every soft word from him, was just to make me willingly continue to conceive and give birth. My nine children were skinned and deboned alive, stewed into bowls of ‘tonic soup’, and delivered directly to Delilah’s mouth! If that’s the case, this rotten marriage needs to be severed, right here, right now.

Through the door, Julian’s sigh drifted out: “Not being able to be with Delilah forever already wronged her… The only thing I can do is ease her pain of infertility.” He turned, his gaze sharp, to his secretary Chloe: “As for Serena… keep your mouth shut. I won’t let her know.” Chloe felt a pang of pity, her voice trembling, “Mr. Sterling, all these years, I’ve watched you pour everything into Delilah. She gets whatever she wants…” “IVF was an option, yet she specifically demanded your wife’s children for her tonic… This cruel method, she’s clearly doing this on purpose! She just wants to sabotage your relationship with Serena!” Julian’s gaze turned icy. “Have you said enough?” “If this secret ever gets out, Mrs. Sterling might not be able to bear the blow… Those were her own flesh and blood! And if word gets out, the company’s stock would tank…” Chloe bit her lip, gathering her courage. “I don’t care.” Julian’s tone was indifferent. “For Delilah, I’ll do anything. I’m completely willing.” He paused. “Besides, Delilah said that once she gets a perfect ten, once she has her tenth child… everything will be over.” “But… what about Mrs. Sterling? Her body is completely depleted from giving birth to this child… What if she finds out? I’m afraid she won’t be able to cope.” “Her? She’s a Mystic, she’ll be fine.” Julian scoffed. “Even if she finds out, she won’t bear to leave me.” “After all, I was the one who pulled her out of hell with my own hands… She’s hopelessly devoted to me, deeply rooted in her affection.” I stood frozen outside the door, unable to believe what I was hearing. Every word spoken by the husband I’d loved for ten years was like a knife, flaying me alive. Ten years ago, when I was imprisoned by the cult leader, on the brink of death, Julian appeared and rescued me from the darkness. He said he fell in love with me at first sight. I believed him, pledged myself to him, and went home with him… But I never imagined it was all a lie and a trap! I was nothing but a tool for him to curry favor with Delilah… Every sweet nothing whispered in moments of passion, every time he coaxed me into intimacy… I thought it was an expression of his love… In truth, it was all just to make me conceive and give birth again and again… and then for him to personally send my children off to be made into a tonic! It was… utterly ridiculous! Click— The door suddenly swung open. I quickly composed my expression. Julian saw me sitting on the floor, his brow furrowed. He immediately reached out and pulled me up. “Why are you here? You didn’t say anything. I was just about to come get you.” His voice was tender, as if the cold, cruel man from moments ago wasn’t him at all. I forced a smile. “I was afraid of disturbing your work.” He kissed my cheek, then naturally took my hand, but paused. “Your hand is freezing. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?” I shook my head, forcing out, “I’m fine…” Julian then noticed the scattered scan results on the floor and bent to pick them up. His eyes lit up with wild joy. “You’re pregnant?!” He pulled me into a fierce embrace, his voice filled with excitement, “This time we’ll definitely keep this baby! Don’t worry, I’ll use all my connections, get the best specialists in the country, to protect your pregnancy!” Suppressing my emotions, I nodded submissively. “Okay…” Julian escorted me back to the room, left a gentle kiss on my forehead, then was hurriedly called away by a phone call. I knew… it must be Delilah. After he left, I slowly got up and walked toward the basement door he never allowed me near.

I stood before the basement door, my fingers trembling slightly on the keypad lock. I tried my own birthday – incorrect. Then I tried Julian’s birthday – still incorrect. An unspeakable chill rose in my heart. I turned and went back to his study, opening his computer, trying to find an answer. On his calendar, a date marked with an asterisk caught my eye. My intuition told me it was Delilah’s birthday. I returned to the basement, my hand shaking as I entered the numbers. Correct. The cold electronic voice ripped my heart to shreds. “Couples need privacy. That’s how a relationship lasts.” Julian’s tender expression when he said those words was still fresh in my mind. Turns out, his so-called privacy was just a shield for secrets he shared with someone else. I pushed the door open, and the sight before me nearly suffocated me. The entire basement was packed wall-to-wall with photos of Delilah, and pictures of them together. Each one was carefully laminated and preserved, neatly arranged in chronological order. In the center of the main wall was a family photo of their eleven-person family, with Delilah in the very middle, smiling radiantly. I could barely stand. He had spent an entire decade weaving a deception under the guise of love, all just to fulfill his idealized ‘white moonlight’s’ wishes. And my children and I? We were nothing but tools for him to achieve his goals. If it weren’t for her, my children could have grown up healthy, instead of becoming ‘nourishment’ for the woman in those pictures. I had doubted myself countless times, filled with self-doubt and guilt. But now, it was clear: I was just a puppet, completely manipulated. He knew I was in agony, struggling, yet for ten years, he never showed me an ounce of pity. The passionate devotion I thought we shared, the gentle warmth of those nights—it was all just a mere echo of another woman. I scanned the room and found an exquisite safe in a corner. I opened it, and inside was a thick stack of documents. The undeniable words printed on those pages completely shattered my world. From being kidnapped and imprisoned by the cult leader to being rescued by him, everything had been a script, a conspiratorial plot they concocted. The only goal was to make me fall hopelessly in love with him. The last page of the document bore his signature. I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The man I had always seen as my salvation was the demon who had personally pushed me into hell. After I calmed my emotions, I took photos of all the pictures and documents as evidence. Immediately, I left and went to a private clinic owned by a friend I hadn’t contacted in a long time. She looked at me worriedly. “Extracting the fetus for external incubation is incredibly invasive, like a live dissection. It will cause severe damage to your body, and the baby will also face certain risks.” “Are you really sure?” I held back my tears. “I’m so sorry, my baby… But to save your life, Mama has to do this.” I endured excruciating pain during the procedure, then dragged my still-unstable body home. Julian was already there. I had thought he’d spend the night with Delilah. Seeing my pale face, he immediately came to support me. “Why are you so pale? Where have you been?” I forced myself to stay calm. “I felt unwell this afternoon and went to the hospital… The doctor said… the baby was gone again…” He looked surprised, quickly pulled me into a hug, and gently comforted me. “It’s okay, we can try again.” With that, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom, initiating forced intimacy. “For us to have our own baby soon, we need to try hard, don’t we?” As he spoke, his burning hot hand was already exploring beneath my dress. At that moment, I felt utterly disgusted. I had just supposedly ‘miscarried,’ and he was already impatient to ‘plant seeds’ again. Even though I was weak, my face pale, he was completely indifferent. He never cared about me. I suppressed my rage. “I want to rest… The baby’s gone, I’m heartbroken.” But he was relentless, holding me tight. “Baby, I know you’re sad, but for our love’s fruition, we need to try, don’t we?” I closed my eyes, forcing down the nausea, and let him finish. He immediately fell asleep, while my heart was ashes. He exhausted his energy with Delilah, then came back to play the part of a loving husband, not even bothering to pretend anymore. I put on my bathrobe and walked into the study, silently printing out a divorce agreement. A decade of emotions would finally come to a close. Seven days later, the Sterling family was set to hold a grand ‘recognition ceremony’ for a son. Publicly, it was announced as a way to foster good relations with the Delilah family and strengthen their long-standing family ties. The true purpose of the ceremony was for him to officially enter Delilah’s oldest child into the family lineage. It was to pave the way for Delilah’s children and help her secure the future inheritance of the Sterling empire. I had once been naive, thinking that Julian had ‘adopted’ the child from Delilah because he ‘felt sorry for my infertility.’ He wanted to compensate for my inability to continue his bloodline, which was why he let me raise the boy under the guise of a foster mother. I had actually believed it and was once filled with tearful gratitude. I was almost stupid enough to raise a child for my enemy. He claimed to love me incessantly, yet behind my back, he systematically cleared obstacles and secured status for his cherished ‘white moonlight.’ This farce had to end.

Early the next morning, I walked into the Sterling Corp headquarters with the drafted divorce agreement. As soon as I entered the lobby, I heard whispers behind me. “Is that Mr. Sterling’s wife? She looks so shabby, with no sparkle, no life…” “I heard she used to be that ‘Blessed Bearer’ or whatever. Probably worn out from sleeping with countless men.” “Married to Mr. Sterling for ten years, couldn’t keep a single baby, all stillbirths. Such bad luck.” “I don’t know what kind of good fortune she has, to shamelessly cling on in the Sterling family for ten years.” “That beautiful lady who just left was a feast for the eyes! Heard she has nine kids. Mr. Sterling’s eyes were glued to her when he saw her!” “It’s only natural, isn’t it? The one at home can’t even pop out a single baby. Who could stand that?” These words pierced my eardrums like needles. I fought back tears, refusing to break down in front of people. I looked up at the CEO’s office, gritted my teeth, and walked towards it. As I approached, the voices from inside pinned me to the spot. “Julian, you still have to be all lovey-dovey with that woman every day. I’m genuinely jealous…” Delilah’s voice was filled with unending grievance. Julian immediately consoled her. “I’m doing this for you, aren’t I? As long as she gets pregnant again, next time we’ll have our tenth child.” “Too bad she lost the baby this time. Such a useless woman.” My heart clenched, my fingers stiff on the cover of the divorce agreement. Delilah giggled sweetly again. “Julian, you’re sacrificing so much for me. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I’d do…” Suddenly, her voice paused, and she pouted playfully. “Why aren’t you using protection again?” Julian groaned low. “You’re infertile anyway. This way is more thrilling, isn’t it?” I stood outside the door, peering through the crack, frozen. Julian was stripped to the waist, sweat beading on his back as he passionately drove into her again and again. Their bodies were tightly intertwined, the bed frame groaning loudly with their rhythm, mingling with Delilah’s breathless moans. They were lost in their passion in the room, so consumed they didn’t even notice me standing outside. I felt utterly ridiculous at that moment. The first time I miscarried, I cried all night, almost falling into depression. He was the one who gently comforted me, took me traveling to clear my mind, slowly helping me emerge from the shadows.

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I was a Blessed Bearer, chosen by the System. After fulfilling 999 fertility wishes for people, I should have been able to sleep for a century, but instead, a mystic cult leader from the East kidnapped and imprisoned me. He screamed like a madman, raving about adding my skull to his collection. At death’s door, Julian, a powerful magnate from the capital’s elite, casually forked over 9.9 billion dollars and paid a fortune to buy my freedom. Moved, I pledged myself to him. But ten years into our marriage, I delivered nine stillborn babies, one after another. Finally, I was pregnant with our tenth child. Excited, I held the scan results, ready to tell him the good news, when I unexpectedly overheard his conversation with his secretary: “Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling’s uterine wall is paper-thin. If she goes through this again, she might not even survive.” “Every time a baby was born, we’d give them a drug that induced a death-like state, then they were sent off to be processed for Delilah’s ‘health tonic’. What if your wife finds out?” Julian’s voice turned cold. “What? You pity her? Or should I send *you* to be made into her ‘tonic’?” “No, no, Mr. Sterling, that’s not what I meant. It’s just, what if your wife finds out…” Julian sneered, “And what if she does? Being Delilah’s personal supply line is her good fortune.” “Delilah was on the verge of depression because she couldn’t conceive. Giving her nine children was the only thing I could do.” “As for Serena, allowing her to be Mrs. Sterling was my greatest act of charity.” My legs turned to jelly. The ultrasound scan results slipped from my trembling hand and fell to the floor. So, the sweet decade we shared was nothing but a meticulously crafted lie. Every tender gesture, every soft word from him, was just to make me willingly continue to conceive and give birth. My nine children were skinned and deboned alive, stewed into bowls of ‘tonic soup’, and delivered directly to Delilah’s mouth! If that’s the case, this rotten marriage needs to be severed, right here, right now.

Through the door, Julian’s sigh drifted out: “Not being able to be with Delilah forever already wronged her… The only thing I can do is ease her pain of infertility.” He turned, his gaze sharp, to his secretary Chloe: “As for Serena… keep your mouth shut. I won’t let her know.” Chloe felt a pang of pity, her voice trembling, “Mr. Sterling, all these years, I’ve watched you pour everything into Delilah. She gets whatever she wants…” “IVF was an option, yet she specifically demanded your wife’s children for her tonic… This cruel method, she’s clearly doing this on purpose! She just wants to sabotage your relationship with Serena!” Julian’s gaze turned icy. “Have you said enough?” “If this secret ever gets out, Mrs. Sterling might not be able to bear the blow… Those were her own flesh and blood! And if word gets out, the company’s stock would tank…” Chloe bit her lip, gathering her courage. “I don’t care.” Julian’s tone was indifferent. “For Delilah, I’ll do anything. I’m completely willing.” He paused. “Besides, Delilah said that once she gets a perfect ten, once she has her tenth child… everything will be over.” “But… what about Mrs. Sterling? Her body is completely depleted from giving birth to this child… What if she finds out? I’m afraid she won’t be able to cope.” “Her? She’s a Mystic, she’ll be fine.” Julian scoffed. “Even if she finds out, she won’t bear to leave me.” “After all, I was the one who pulled her out of hell with my own hands… She’s hopelessly devoted to me, deeply rooted in her affection.” I stood frozen outside the door, unable to believe what I was hearing. Every word spoken by the husband I’d loved for ten years was like a knife, flaying me alive. Ten years ago, when I was imprisoned by the cult leader, on the brink of death, Julian appeared and rescued me from the darkness. He said he fell in love with me at first sight. I believed him, pledged myself to him, and went home with him… But I never imagined it was all a lie and a trap! I was nothing but a tool for him to curry favor with Delilah… Every sweet nothing whispered in moments of passion, every time he coaxed me into intimacy… I thought it was an expression of his love… In truth, it was all just to make me conceive and give birth again and again… and then for him to personally send my children off to be made into a tonic! It was… utterly ridiculous! Click— The door suddenly swung open. I quickly composed my expression. Julian saw me sitting on the floor, his brow furrowed. He immediately reached out and pulled me up. “Why are you here? You didn’t say anything. I was just about to come get you.” His voice was tender, as if the cold, cruel man from moments ago wasn’t him at all. I forced a smile. “I was afraid of disturbing your work.” He kissed my cheek, then naturally took my hand, but paused. “Your hand is freezing. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?” I shook my head, forcing out, “I’m fine…” Julian then noticed the scattered scan results on the floor and bent to pick them up. His eyes lit up with wild joy. “You’re pregnant?!” He pulled me into a fierce embrace, his voice filled with excitement, “This time we’ll definitely keep this baby! Don’t worry, I’ll use all my connections, get the best specialists in the country, to protect your pregnancy!” Suppressing my emotions, I nodded submissively. “Okay…” Julian escorted me back to the room, left a gentle kiss on my forehead, then was hurriedly called away by a phone call. I knew… it must be Delilah. After he left, I slowly got up and walked toward the basement door he never allowed me near.

I stood before the basement door, my fingers trembling slightly on the keypad lock. I tried my own birthday – incorrect. Then I tried Julian’s birthday – still incorrect. An unspeakable chill rose in my heart. I turned and went back to his study, opening his computer, trying to find an answer. On his calendar, a date marked with an asterisk caught my eye. My intuition told me it was Delilah’s birthday. I returned to the basement, my hand shaking as I entered the numbers. Correct. The cold electronic voice ripped my heart to shreds. “Couples need privacy. That’s how a relationship lasts.” Julian’s tender expression when he said those words was still fresh in my mind. Turns out, his so-called privacy was just a shield for secrets he shared with someone else. I pushed the door open, and the sight before me nearly suffocated me. The entire basement was packed wall-to-wall with photos of Delilah, and pictures of them together. Each one was carefully laminated and preserved, neatly arranged in chronological order. In the center of the main wall was a family photo of their eleven-person family, with Delilah in the very middle, smiling radiantly. I could barely stand. He had spent an entire decade weaving a deception under the guise of love, all just to fulfill his idealized ‘white moonlight’s’ wishes. And my children and I? We were nothing but tools for him to achieve his goals. If it weren’t for her, my children could have grown up healthy, instead of becoming ‘nourishment’ for the woman in those pictures. I had doubted myself countless times, filled with self-doubt and guilt. But now, it was clear: I was just a puppet, completely manipulated. He knew I was in agony, struggling, yet for ten years, he never showed me an ounce of pity. The passionate devotion I thought we shared, the gentle warmth of those nights—it was all just a mere echo of another woman. I scanned the room and found an exquisite safe in a corner. I opened it, and inside was a thick stack of documents. The undeniable words printed on those pages completely shattered my world. From being kidnapped and imprisoned by the cult leader to being rescued by him, everything had been a script, a conspiratorial plot they concocted. The only goal was to make me fall hopelessly in love with him. The last page of the document bore his signature. I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The man I had always seen as my salvation was the demon who had personally pushed me into hell. After I calmed my emotions, I took photos of all the pictures and documents as evidence. Immediately, I left and went to a private clinic owned by a friend I hadn’t contacted in a long time. She looked at me worriedly. “Extracting the fetus for external incubation is incredibly invasive, like a live dissection. It will cause severe damage to your body, and the baby will also face certain risks.” “Are you really sure?” I held back my tears. “I’m so sorry, my baby… But to save your life, Mama has to do this.” I endured excruciating pain during the procedure, then dragged my still-unstable body home. Julian was already there. I had thought he’d spend the night with Delilah. Seeing my pale face, he immediately came to support me. “Why are you so pale? Where have you been?” I forced myself to stay calm. “I felt unwell this afternoon and went to the hospital… The doctor said… the baby was gone again…” He looked surprised, quickly pulled me into a hug, and gently comforted me. “It’s okay, we can try again.” With that, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom, initiating forced intimacy. “For us to have our own baby soon, we need to try hard, don’t we?” As he spoke, his burning hot hand was already exploring beneath my dress. At that moment, I felt utterly disgusted. I had just supposedly ‘miscarried,’ and he was already impatient to ‘plant seeds’ again. Even though I was weak, my face pale, he was completely indifferent. He never cared about me. I suppressed my rage. “I want to rest… The baby’s gone, I’m heartbroken.” But he was relentless, holding me tight. “Baby, I know you’re sad, but for our love’s fruition, we need to try, don’t we?” I closed my eyes, forcing down the nausea, and let him finish. He immediately fell asleep, while my heart was ashes. He exhausted his energy with Delilah, then came back to play the part of a loving husband, not even bothering to pretend anymore. I put on my bathrobe and walked into the study, silently printing out a divorce agreement. A decade of emotions would finally come to a close. Seven days later, the Sterling family was set to hold a grand ‘recognition ceremony’ for a son. Publicly, it was announced as a way to foster good relations with the Delilah family and strengthen their long-standing family ties. The true purpose of the ceremony was for him to officially enter Delilah’s oldest child into the family lineage. It was to pave the way for Delilah’s children and help her secure the future inheritance of the Sterling empire. I had once been naive, thinking that Julian had ‘adopted’ the child from Delilah because he ‘felt sorry for my infertility.’ He wanted to compensate for my inability to continue his bloodline, which was why he let me raise the boy under the guise of a foster mother. I had actually believed it and was once filled with tearful gratitude. I was almost stupid enough to raise a child for my enemy. He claimed to love me incessantly, yet behind my back, he systematically cleared obstacles and secured status for his cherished ‘white moonlight.’ This farce had to end.

Early the next morning, I walked into the Sterling Corp headquarters with the drafted divorce agreement. As soon as I entered the lobby, I heard whispers behind me. “Is that Mr. Sterling’s wife? She looks so shabby, with no sparkle, no life…” “I heard she used to be that ‘Blessed Bearer’ or whatever. Probably worn out from sleeping with countless men.” “Married to Mr. Sterling for ten years, couldn’t keep a single baby, all stillbirths. Such bad luck.” “I don’t know what kind of good fortune she has, to shamelessly cling on in the Sterling family for ten years.” “That beautiful lady who just left was a feast for the eyes! Heard she has nine kids. Mr. Sterling’s eyes were glued to her when he saw her!” “It’s only natural, isn’t it? The one at home can’t even pop out a single baby. Who could stand that?” These words pierced my eardrums like needles. I fought back tears, refusing to break down in front of people. I looked up at the CEO’s office, gritted my teeth, and walked towards it. As I approached, the voices from inside pinned me to the spot. “Julian, you still have to be all lovey-dovey with that woman every day. I’m genuinely jealous…” Delilah’s voice was filled with unending grievance. Julian immediately consoled her. “I’m doing this for you, aren’t I? As long as she gets pregnant again, next time we’ll have our tenth child.” “Too bad she lost the baby this time. Such a useless woman.” My heart clenched, my fingers stiff on the cover of the divorce agreement. Delilah giggled sweetly again. “Julian, you’re sacrificing so much for me. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I’d do…” Suddenly, her voice paused, and she pouted playfully. “Why aren’t you using protection again?” Julian groaned low. “You’re infertile anyway. This way is more thrilling, isn’t it?” I stood outside the door, peering through the crack, frozen. Julian was stripped to the waist, sweat beading on his back as he passionately drove into her again and again. Their bodies were tightly intertwined, the bed frame groaning loudly with their rhythm, mingling with Delilah’s breathless moans. They were lost in their passion in the room, so consumed they didn’t even notice me standing outside. ———-此处为截断点———- I felt utterly ridiculous at that moment. The first time I miscarried, I cried all night, almost falling into depression. He was the one who gently comforted me, took me traveling to clear my mind, slowly helping me emerge from the shadows.

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The day after my sister Olivia gave birth to her child, she was ready to quit her job to focus on taking care of her family. I advised her to return to work after her maternity leave, telling her that financial independence gives women strength and confidence. But during her first week back at work, her husband Jack fell in love with Alice, the single mother living next door, and insisted on getting a divorce. Jack blamed Olivia for not knowing how to take care of their child or how to comfort her husband, calling her a useless trophy wife. Even their baby rejected Olivia, only drinking Alice’s breast milk. Olivia blamed everything on me. In her fury, she broke into my house and threw me into the swimming pool to drown me while I was unconscious from sleeping pills. When I opened my eyes again after death, I had somehow returned to the past – specifically, to the day I advised her not to quit her job. It was as if I had been given a second chance at life, a chance to change the course of events. The house was a mess. Olivia sat dejectedly on the sofa, sighing. When she saw me come in, she finally smiled: “Thank God, Lydia, come help me quickly! Since having the baby, the housework has been growing like weeds. It’s driving me crazy!” Meanwhile, her husband Jack was sitting in a chair, leisurely enjoying his breakfast. He was still complaining: “It’s just some trivial housework. How hard can it be? Do you have to whine about it every day?” Their baby was lying on the floor, wailing loudly and persistently demanding his mother’s embrace. If this were before, I swear I would have helped her without hesitation. But now, with the knowledge of what was to come, I just stood calmly in place, pretending not to hear what she said. “Lydia! Why are you just standing there like an idiot? The dirty dishes in the kitchen are calling your name. Can’t you hear them?” Olivia complained to me in frustration. But I remained standing in place: “Sis, isn’t this the life you love? How could I possibly interfere with your plans and interests?” Olivia was shocked that I would treat her this way. She stared at me with reddened eyes: “I’m your own sister! It’s bad enough that you won’t help me, but how can you say such hurtful things!” “If you came here just to laugh at my misery, then get out!” Jack put down the newspaper in his hand and spoke up in displeasure: “I never imagined you were this kind of person, just standing there like a statue to gloat over your sister’s suffering.” So he was aware of Olivia’s pain. Yet he chose to do nothing and was now scolding me instead. How hypocritical! I looked at Olivia’s face: “I hurt myself rock climbing yesterday. The doctor advised me not to do any housework. Sorry sis, you’ll have to handle this on your own.” I took out the fake medical report I had prepared in advance. With this proof, she couldn’t keep demanding that I help with the chores. Olivia put down the broom in her hand. “Why didn’t you say so earlier, silly girl! Of course your sister cares about you! In that case, come back and help me tomorrow instead.” I couldn’t help but smile. If she truly cared about me, she wouldn’t have killed me in my previous life. I looked at her face. After all, this was the sister who had loved me when we were young. I still couldn’t help but speak up: “Sis, family and career don’t have to conflict. Maybe you could find a job first to gain some financial…” “Lydia! Is this how you help your sister? Taking care of the family is her job!” Jack angrily stood up and interrupted me. The baby on the floor also started crying loudly: “I don’t want mommy to leave! Mommy has to stay home with me!” This chaotic environment was giving me a headache! But Olivia smiled happily: “See, Lydia? They both need me so much!” “I can understand your cold-heartedness. Sometimes you’re just jealous of my happiness.” Seeing her satisfied smile, I felt a chill run through my body. I made an excuse to leave this hellhole. But halfway out, I realized I had left my purse behind. When I returned to the doorway, I was shocked to find Jack passionately kissing Alice next door. The two were inseparable. And my nephew Tommy was hugging Alice’s leg: “Mommy! You’re my real mommy! That other woman is just our free nanny!” This scene completely stunned me!

“What are you doing?!” I rushed over to pull them apart. Jack saw me but showed no guilt. Instead, he became furious: “You again! You’re nothing but a troublemaker!” Little Tommy grabbed my wrist and bit down hard: “Troublemaker! I’ll bite you to death! How dare you ruin my daddy’s fun!” I was so angry. I kicked open the door and rushed to Olivia. I recounted everything I had just witnessed. But not only did my sister not believe me, she questioned me instead: “Lydia! Why are you telling such lies?! How could you slander my husband and son like this?!” I stomped my foot in frustration: “I swear, every word I said is true!” “Lydia! Do you really have to destroy my family? My son and I love my wife so much!” Jack walked in and pushed me aside, pulling Olivia into his arms. He kissed her forehead: “My little angel, you are the light of my life. How could I ever betray you?” Olivia smiled sweetly: “See, Lydia? He loves me so much. My family is so happy. Why are you always so determined to ruin everything?” This scene made me want to vomit! He was kissing another woman just seconds ago! “Mommy! I don’t like Aunt Lydia! Please don’t let her come to our house anymore!” Tommy whined. Tommy was Olivia’s puppet master. She immediately pointed a broom at me: “Lydia! Get out! We don’t need you here!” I was so angry I saw red: “Fine! I don’t want to stay here either!” After leaving, I still couldn’t bear to let Olivia be deceived. I spent a lot of money to obtain the security camera footage from that day. I sent it to Olivia. Olivia was furious. She had a huge fight with Jack at home, even smashing all the furniture. She called me crying late that night: “Lydia! Can you come pick me up? I don’t want to stay in this house for another minute!” I was so happy that Olivia had finally come to her senses. On that stormy night, I drove for two hours to finally reach Olivia’s house. I will never forget! The moment I knocked on the door with my soaking wet body! Olivia was actually cuddling in Jack’s arms, acting coy! I stood there and shouted: “Sis! How can you be so intimate with him?!” Olivia heard my voice and looked displeased: “Lydia! This is your brother-in-law!” “I admit we had a misunderstanding earlier, but he’s explained everything to me! We’ve made up. Aren’t you happy for me?” Oh God! I had driven at top speed on the road, nearly getting into an accident. All to rescue her from this hell. But now she said she wasn’t leaving! “No! Sis! Have you forgotten he kissed another woman?” I still wanted to save her. But she frowned and lectured me: “He was just helping blow a bug out of her eye! Your brother-in-law is such a kind person!” I wanted to say more, but she pushed me out the door: “Thank you for your concern! But it’s late now, we need to rest! Please don’t disturb us!” I was actually locked out! Alice happened to be taking out the trash. When she saw me, Alice smirked smugly: “Idiot!” On that rainy night, my heart was completely broken.

A few days later, I received a call from Olivia: “Lydia! There was a thief in the house! I’m so scared right now!” “All my money was stolen! I really need you!” My tone was cold: “Don’t you have your beloved husband? Why are you calling me?” Olivia sobbed: “He’s been working overtime for many days. I don’t want to trouble him further.” “Please, all my money and jewelry are gone! I feel like dying!” When I drove over, she was sitting on the steps outside crying. Seeing me, her eyes lit up with joy: “Thank God! Lydia! You finally came!” “I was wrong last time. I’ve been wanting to apologize to you. Please forgive me!” I didn’t accept her apology. Instead, I went inside to check. There were no signs of anything being ransacked. “Are you sure there was a thief? Why is everything still perfectly in place?” Olivia became more anxious: “If there was no thief, then where did all my money and jewelry go? That was all my savings!” Looking at her face, a bold idea formed in my mind! “Maybe… your husband took the money!” Olivia immediately shook her head: “It definitely wasn’t him! He would never steal my money!” I suggested Olivia call him. At that moment, Alice came out of her house. I was shocked to see Olivia’s necklace around her neck! I grabbed her wrist and shouted at Olivia: “Sis! I found the thief who stole your things!” Olivia angrily slapped Alice. The two quickly got into a physical fight. A kind neighbor called the police. Jack arrived with the officers. Alice’s face was covered in marks left by Olivia. She was crying pitifully. Olivia threw herself into Jack’s arms: “Darling! I’ve been so wronged… Ah!!” Jack actually slapped Olivia! “You crazy woman! What have you done?! How could you treat our neighbor like this?!” Jack pushed her away and rushed to check Alice’s injuries. Olivia sat helplessly on the ground, crying loudly: “Why did you hit me?! She’s a thief! She stole my necklace!” Jack was furious: “I gave that to her voluntarily! You’re so stupid!” “She helps take care of our child when we’re not home. Doesn’t she deserve some thanks?” Olivia’s face turned red: “Darling! I didn’t know that was the truth!” Jack was still yelling at her. Olivia suddenly pointed at me: “It’s all Lydia’s fault! She tricked me into thinking Alice was a thief, that’s why I hit her! Blame Lydia!” I stared at her in disbelief: “Sis! How can you push all the responsibility onto me?!” “He clearly stole your things and gave them to Alice! How can you not understand something so simple?!” Olivia ignored my explanation. She started throwing things at me: “You deliberately made me fight with someone else to make my husband hate me! How can you be so vicious?!” “Get out! I don’t have a sister like you!” Between me and her husband, she chose that man again! “Don’t regret this!” I turned to leave. Behind me, she was still explaining to him: “Please, darling, I’ll never see her again! I can’t live without your love!”

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Ryan, my brother-in-law, was bitten by a venomous snake while collecting firewood in the woods behind our house. His life hung by a thread. The local hospital was short on antivenom, and the key to the office storing it had been taken by my wife, Sophia Thompson. I begged her to come back and save Ryan, but she wouldn’t believe me. “Jack, stop making things up! I just video called my brother an hour ago!” “Being bitten by a snake? What kind of ridiculous lie is that?” She hung up on my plea for help. By the time we got the antivenom, Ryan had already died from the venom. When Sophia saw Ryan’s body, she lost her mind. That weekend, Ryan had insisted on taking me to his mother’s house in town for dinner. He wanted to help his mom by collecting firewood from the woods behind the house. Half an hour later, he came back limping, telling me he’d been bitten by a snake. As soon as he finished speaking, he vomited all over the ground. I panicked and immediately called Sophia. But she didn’t believe me: “Jack, it’s just dinner. How can you come up with such an excuse?” “I just talked to William for a bit, and you’re making a fuss!” I grew desperate, “No, it’s real this time. Your brother is throwing up!” “I’m not lying to you!” Ryan could barely speak beside me, sweating profusely from the pain. Just then, Mrs. Thompson returned and started wailing when she saw the situation, “Sophia, something’s wrong with your brother. Come back quickly!” “Mom, you’re a grown woman. Stop playing along with them!” “I’m watching a movie with my friend. I’m hanging up!” She abruptly ended the call. I was at a loss. Ryan’s wound wasn’t swollen or red, but he could no longer stand. With no help from Sophia, I could only borrow an electric tricycle from a neighbor and rush Ryan to the hospital. But we were told that antivenom for this type of snake was rare and kept in a separate office. “Dr. Thompson took the key with her. There’s nothing we can do.” I panicked and immediately called Sophia again. “Sophia, this is a matter of life and death. Your brother really was bitten by a snake!” “Come back now. The antivenom is locked up, and you have the key!” Hearing this, Sophia was silent for a few seconds. Then, a male voice came through the phone: “Sophia, didn’t your brother say they sprinkled snake repellent around your house? How could he get bitten by a snake?” “Could it be that your husband doesn’t approve of us watching a movie together, so he’s deliberately making you go back?” “Let’s just call it a day.” Hearing this, Sophia grew even more irritated, “Jack, I can see right through you. Stop bothering me!” She hung up and blocked my number when I tried calling again. My legs went weak with anxiety. I used Mrs. Thompson’s phone to call her. “Sophia! The only antivenom in the city is at your hospital. Come back and save your brother now!” To make her believe me, I sent her a photo of Ryan. Sophia was furious and sent a voice message: “Jack, when will you stop? I’ve told you, William and I are just friends. We haven’t seen each other in a long time and just met up!” “You just can’t stand it, can you? Do you have to make a scene every day?!” “Bitten by a venomous snake? Look, does that wound look like it’s from a snake? There’s not even any blood!” I was livid, “Sophia, that’s your own brother!” Sophia had been spending a lot of time with William lately, and we’d argued about it many times. But Ryan was always good to me, often helping to persuade Sophia that she should be faithful now that she was married. In this situation, I couldn’t just stand by and watch him die. I couldn’t get through to Sophia, so I had no choice but to kneel on the ground and beg the doctors: “Please, break down the door!” “I’ll take full responsibility for any consequences!” “Saving a life is what matters most!” Mrs. Thompson was crying uncontrollably beside me. The doctors were also anxious, frantically trying to call Sophia, but she wouldn’t answer. At that moment, someone came in from outside. “Stop calling. They’re not really patients. They’re here to cause trouble!” “That man is Sophia’s husband. He suspects Sophia is cheating on him and has made a scene several times before!” “Sophia just called me to let you all know.” Hearing this, I was dumbfounded. The person who came in was Steve, Sophia’s friend and William’s childhood friend. He stood there with his arms crossed, looking at me with contempt, “Don’t look at me like that. Sophia said you’re just being paranoid!”

The emergency room was full of onlookers. Hearing Steve say this, they couldn’t help but look down on us. “What kind of person does this? Don’t waste public resources!” “Coming to the hospital to make a scene out of jealousy? Don’t you know where you are?” “This whole family is crazy!” Faced with their accusations, I was furious. I turned to Steve, “You’re a doctor too. Can’t you see the patient is in serious pain?” “His wound is real. My brother-in-law said he was bitten by a snake. Please save him quickly!” Mrs. Thompson cried out, “That damn Sophia! This is her own brother!” Steve scoffed: “Dr. Thompson said you’d make a scene, but I didn’t believe it. Now I see she was right…” He looked me up and down, his eyes full of disdain. It made my blood boil, but now wasn’t the time to argue with him. Mrs. Thompson was crying beside me, and Ryan had already passed out. I knelt on the ground: “Please, open the door. I’m begging you!” I kowtowed to them repeatedly. Steve quickly stepped back, “Jack, are you trying to emotionally blackmail us?” “This isn’t emotional blackmail. I’ll take responsibility for any consequences. Whatever Sophia wants to do to me afterward, even if she wants a divorce, that’s fine.” “I just beg you to open that door and get the life-saving medicine out. Please!” I kept kowtowing to them: “Please, I’m begging you!” Seeing this, Steve seemed to soften a bit. He took out his phone and called Sophia. “Sophia, it looks serious. Your brother really was bitten by a snake. The situation is very critical. You should come back quickly!” Hearing this, Sophia scoffed on the other end, “Steve, why are you playing along with them?” “I’ve told you, Jack gets along great with my mom and brother at home. The three of them often gang up on me!” “Don’t get involved in this!” She hung up abruptly. Even Steve was stunned, not expecting Sophia to be so stubborn in her disbelief. At this point, the police had arrived. After hearing about the situation, they made a decisive call to break down the door! Steve tried to stop them, but I grabbed him, “Steve, if anything happens to my brother-in-law, I will hold you responsible!” “I won’t let a single person involved in this incident off the hook!” Steve was taken aback, then retorted defiantly, “Just because you say it’s snake venom doesn’t mean it is! We need to wait for the test results!” The emergency department doctors had already taken blood for testing, but the results would take 40 minutes. Ryan was unconscious, and they couldn’t make a definitive judgment because the wound was just two small red dots. I quickly took a photo and posted online for help. “My brother-in-law was bitten by a venomous snake. The local hospital can’t determine the type. Please help identify if it’s really from a venomous snake.” “Help! Urgent request!!!” Kind netizens helped boost my post. Soon, a snake expert called me. “Hello, I’ve looked at your photo and can confirm it’s from a venomous snake. The golden window for treatment is only four hours. Based on your location, only City General Hospital in your area has the antivenom.” “Even if you get the antivenom and inject it, there may still be after-effects.” “Time is of the essence. You must get treatment immediately!”

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I turned away after witnessing my childhood friend, drugged and burning with desire, drag the principal’s daughter into the bathroom. In my past life, I had rushed in to stop his violent act. But that only put me in danger. By the time the police arrived, my school uniform was torn to shreds. Photos of me disheveled in the bathroom went viral online. “So much for being the cold, top student. She’s just a sl*t who can’t control herself.” My reputation was ruined, and I was expelled from school. My childhood friend married me to save his own reputation. But our marriage was my true hell. I fell into severe depression and mental instability, losing eight pregnancies in ten years. People gossiped that I was promiscuous, that my body was worn out from being used by too many men. My parents, trying to make amends to my husband, poured all their efforts into supporting him. But the first thing he did after gaining full control of my family’s company was to frame my father for financial crimes. My father died of a heart attack in prison. My mother, unable to bear such a huge blow, died in a car accident. When I heard the news, I was devastated beyond words. But my husband of ten years appeared before me, arm in arm with a transfer student: “You b*tch, if you hadn’t interfered back then, Lily and I would have been together long ago. She wouldn’t have been forced by her parents to abort our child.” I coughed up blood and died with my eyes wide open in disbelief. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my childhood friend was drugged.

After school, there weren’t many people left in the building. I took deep breaths of fresh air, trying to calm my emotions after being suddenly pulled back from the hatred and fear of my death. Lily was handing Zack a bottle of water. It contained an aphrodisiac that would inflame his desires. In my past life, I had accidentally discovered Lily pouring an unknown white powder into the water. I exposed her on the spot. But Zack didn’t believe me. He insisted on drinking the water anyway. He even asked if I was jealous because Lily was prettier than me, and that’s why I was always targeting her. This time, I didn’t try to stop him. After taking the water, Zack instinctively looked at me. “You’re not going to try to control even my drinking water, are you?” “Do whatever you want,” I said with a wave of my hand. Lily couldn’t miss any opportunity to attack me. She immediately chimed in: “Natalie, your possessiveness over Zack is too much. Doesn’t he even have the freedom to make friends?” With those words, the few classmates who hadn’t gone home yet gave me strange looks. Zack’s face darkened even more. “She’s nothing, just a bookworm,” he muttered. I gripped my pen tightly, hatred surging in my eyes. “Are you two done? I haven’t said anything from start to finish, have I?” I retorted. Zack was taken aback and fell silent, his face stony. Lily continued to stir up trouble. “You might not have said anything, but your face looks very unhappy. I just said a few words to Zack, and you’re already scowling.” Hearing this, Zack shot me an annoyed glare. As if to spite me, he drank the entire bottle of water. In my past life, I had knocked the bottle away, so he only took one sip. But even that one sip was enough to make him lose control. I couldn’t imagine what would happen now that he had drunk the entire bottle. I found myself looking forward to it, in a twisted way. Seeing him finish the water, Lily could barely contain her excitement. She grabbed Zack’s hand. “Zack, walk me home?” Of course, Zack wouldn’t refuse. The two of them left the classroom hand in hand. Ten minutes later, Penny, our class monitor, burst into the classroom, her face flushed red. By then, I was the only one left in the room. Penny stammered, clearly struggling to say something difficult. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Zack and Lily?” I asked proactively. Penny grabbed my hand: “Yes, yes, it’s them… they… they…” “What happened?” I asked, looking directly into Penny’s eyes and pretending I knew nothing. I used to trust Penny implicitly. She wasn’t just our class monitor, but had been my desk mate for all three years of high school. I thought we were best friends who could tell each other anything. But I never imagined she would stomp on me so hard after the incident. She told everyone that I had a crush on Zack and drugged him myself. She even started a livestream to denounce my actions. “I was her desk mate for three years, I always knew she liked Zack. I just never thought she would actually do something like this.” “Natalie is a sex addict. She… she once called ten male escorts in one night.” “I tried to advise her, but she wouldn’t listen. She also had an unclear relationship with the old widower next door…” This livestream pushed the whole incident to its climax. I was completely cast into the abyss, and the school persuaded me to drop out. Later, I ran into her by chance. By then, she had already climbed to a high position. “Thank you. If it weren’t for your incident, I wouldn’t have been able to take your spot for early admission to the top university and end up where I am now.” As the memories flooded back, I stared hard at Penny. In my past life, she and I had discovered Zack dragging Lily into the bathroom together. I rushed in to stop him, while Penny said she would go call for help. But she just hid to the side to watch and record videos… Seeing that I wasn’t in a hurry, Penny became flustered and incoherent. “Zack dragged Lily into the men’s bathroom. Lily kept crying, Zack… Zack is trying to assault Lily.” “But don’t they like each other? How do you know Lily isn’t willing?” I asked. Hearing me say this, Penny was stunned. Everyone in our class knew that Zack and Lily were flirting, just short of making it official. Penny anxiously grabbed my wrist. “But they’re still students, they can’t do this!” “Come on, let’s go take a look. We can’t just ignore this.”

The calculation in Penny’s eyes was about to spill over. She just wanted to ruin me to get the early admission spot to the top university. I didn’t say anything more and followed her downstairs. On the way, I secretly sent pre-written SOS messages to the principal and other school leaders, as well as contacting some influencers who were livestreaming nearby. Lily was the principal’s daughter, after all. In my past life, when persuading me to drop out, the principal had utterly humiliated me, saying I was damaged goods that had been ridden by thousands. This time, I wanted the principal to get a good look at the show her daughter was putting on. As we approached the bathroom, we could hear ambiguous sounds coming from inside. “Zack, baby, more, I want more.” “Zack, you’re so good.” The woman’s moans and the man’s grunts were nonstop. Penny’s eyes darted around: “Natalie, you go in first to stop them. I’ll go find someone to help.” “No, I can’t go in. Let’s just wait here for the teachers,” I said, shrinking my neck and pretending to be scared. Penny glared at me in annoyance. She forced down her temper and lowered her voice: “If you don’t go in now, they’ll go all the way. Do you really want to let Zack go to Lily?” The bathroom’s outer door wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, I could see Zack pressing Lily against the wall. Lily was half-undressed, exposing herself. Zack was frantically tearing at Lily’s uniform, biting all over her body. Lily pretended to struggle, but wasn’t actually using any strength. Her coy resistance only made Zack more uncontrollable. I pressed my lips together tightly, pretending to be conflicted: “Okay, you’re right. I’ll go in now.” Just as I was about to push the door open, I turned back to Penny and said, “Hurry and find a teacher. I can’t hold out for long.” Penny nodded eagerly. She turned and ran. But after rounding a corner, she came back. She gleefully took out her phone, started recording, and wedged it into the door crack. Inside was chaotic, with lewd sounds coming out unabashedly. After doing this, Penny finally went to find teachers and security guards, feeling very pleased with herself. When a group of people rushed to the teaching building, the couple inside were still going at it vigorously. Penny covered her face and cried, blocking the principal. “Teacher, I… I don’t know why they’re doing this!” The principal’s face was dark with anger. She didn’t know her daughter Lily was inside. Penny hadn’t clarified who exactly was in there. Penny wanted to ruin not just me, but Lily as well. After all, in her eyes, we were both her competitors. Today, education bureau officials happened to be visiting for an inspection. Now, a group of education officials were following the principal to “catch people in the act”. The scene couldn’t be more dramatic. The principal was shaking with rage. With education officials watching, it seemed her chances for promotion were likely ruined. I guessed the principal probably wanted to kill the adulterous couple inside right now. The principal tried to move forward. Penny blocked the principal again, crying and wailing, “Principal, inside is… is is…” She pretended to be reluctant. The principal grabbed her shoulders, “Who is it?” Penny acted like she had been frightened to tears, and said between sobs, “It’s Natalie.” The principal naturally knew who I was. My grades were always top of the year, and I was the most promising candidate for early admission to the top university. The principal’s eyes bulged with rage. “That sl—” She abruptly cut off the insult she was about to hurl. The education officials were still watching, so the principal couldn’t speak too harshly at this moment. The people inside were still lost in their passion, completely unaware of the commotion outside. The lewd sounds coming from inside grew even more unbridled. Penny covered her chest and cried: “Natalie, how could you be so foolish! Why can’t you control yourself? Are you really that desperate for men?” With those words, the education officials’ expressions turned extremely unpleasant. They considered themselves respectable people and didn’t want to barge in at a moment like this. A group of people with varying expressions waited downstairs, looking at each other awkwardly. “Me? What about me?” I finally emerged from my hiding place in the shadows.

“Why are you here?” Penny cried out in shock. The principal eyed me suspiciously, “It’s not you? Then who’s inside?” I shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t see clearly who it was.” Since Penny deliberately concealed it, I naturally had no reason to expose it. At this moment, several influencers who had received my message barged in, ignoring the school security guards trying to stop them. “Wow, the students at your school are so open, having sex in broad daylight.” “Yeah, Principal, aren’t you going to take us for a look?” “Principal, what are your thoughts on this? Chat with the viewers in our livestream.” The principal’s face turned ashen. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. Penny stared at me intently, finally losing it. She grabbed my hand: “Didn’t you go in? Then who went in just now?” “I was scared and didn’t dare go in,” I said, trying hard to squeeze out tears and acting like a coward. Penny was so angry she raised her hand to slap me. Just as her palm was about to hit my face, she stopped herself abruptly, glaring at me fiercely. The influencers’ cameras zoomed in. Comments in the livestream were scrolling rapidly. [666, this is so exciting.] [You can tell how intense it is just from the sounds.] [Streamer, hurry up and go in to record. Let us bros feast our eyes.] The influencer chuckled, “I wouldn’t dare. If I went in, my stream would get banned immediately.” I turned away from the camera and flashed a smile at Penny. She stared at me in shock, her eyes wide. “You…” “What’s wrong, class monitor?” I asked innocently. An education bureau official’s face had turned red. He pointed at the bathroom: “Old Lin, go talk some sense into your students!” This incident could no longer be covered up. The principal was so angry her face was twitching. “Good, good, good. These students are really something.” As the principal charged towards the bathroom, I ran over crying and grabbed her. “Teacher, you’d better not go in.” The principal shoved me away forcefully. “Get lost! Why are you all trying to stop me? What are you up to?” Everyone frowned as they looked at me. Penny had finally reacted by now. She hid in the crowd, staring at me unblinkingly. She must have thought of something, because she suddenly ran over. “Natalie, stop interfering with them. I know you like Zack, but he deserves this,” she said. She acted like she was looking out for me as she pulled me away, her voice full of pain: “We’re just students. We shouldn’t get involved in the teachers’ business.” Seeing that I still wanted to block the way, the principal pushed me aside forcefully. I cried my heart out, wailing to the livestream cameras: “But there are so many people here. If this gets out, what will happen to the people inside?” I pretended to be very concerned about the people inside. On camera, of course I had to act like I cared about my classmates. This time, I was the only one occupying the moral high ground. Hearing this, the principal paused. The education officials also looked troubled. On camera, they couldn’t just barge in to “catch people in the act” like this. If it caused the students involved to do something drastic, they couldn’t bear that responsibility. So the group of people hesitated about 30 meters away from the bathroom in the teaching building. We weren’t very close, but we could still clearly hear the sounds from inside. The influencers tried to get closer to film, but were blocked by the security guards. And so, the group waited outside like cats on hot bricks. It took a full two hours before the noises inside finally died down. The bathroom door opened. But to everyone’s surprise, the satiated-looking man who walked out wasn’t a student from our school. The man was burly and strong, with a scar on his face. Seeing so many eyes staring at him, he spat in disgust. “What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out.” Seeing it was some thug, the principal visibly relaxed. As long as it wasn’t students involved, it would be easier to handle. But then someone cried out in shock, “Holy sh*t, inside…”

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My father gave me a choice between inheriting the family’s $30 billion trust fund or receiving a $1,500 monthly allowance. Without hesitation, I chose the $1,500 allowance. I wasn’t panicking, but my rich roommate was going crazy. In my previous life, after I chose to inherit the $30 billion, my roommate stole my family’s trust fund card and invited the entire class to Las Vegas. Overnight, the $30 billion was squandered, the family business went bankrupt, and my father, in a fit of rage, died of a heart attack. When I confronted my roommate about repaying the money, he hid behind my girlfriend with a pitiful expression. “Jack, you can’t blame me just because your family went bankrupt,” he whined. My girlfriend even kicked me, breaking my ribs, and accused me, “Jack Wilson, you’re the one who spent recklessly and got addicted to gambling. How dare you accuse Tyler! Have you no shame?” When I was about to hire a private investigator, our class president ran me over with his car. My girlfriend and the entire class testified for him, insisting that I had intentionally thrown myself in front of the car because I was suicidal after going bankrupt. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was to inherit the family fortune. 1 On the eve of graduation, someone in our class suggested going to Las Vegas to celebrate. “Hey everyone, let’s go to Vegas for a graduation trip. I’ll cover all the expenses!” Tyler’s words sent a shiver down my spine, the pain of broken bones still fresh in my memory. Suddenly, I realized I had been reborn! As soon as Tyler made the suggestion, the whole class erupted in cheers. “Tyler, you’re the man! That’s what being a rich kid is all about!” “If we’re going to Vegas, we have to hit the casinos! I’ve only seen them in ads, never been there myself!” Tyler grinned, “Sure, let’s go to the casinos then!” He then turned his gaze towards me and walked over. “Jack, I heard your family has VIP status at the casinos. Can I borrow your VIP card? Let the class enjoy some top-tier service.” My face turned cold. In my previous life, the tragedy of losing everything began when Tyler asked to borrow my card. Back then, under the pretense of borrowing the card, he secretly took the bank card for my family’s $30 billion trust fund from a Swiss bank that my father had left me. When the court called my phone to inform me that the company had gone bankrupt, I realized that the money Tyler had used to treat the entire class was my family’s trust fund. When I went to Tyler’s house to demand repayment, he hid behind my girlfriend with a pitiful expression. “Jack, you can’t blame me just because your family went bankrupt,” he said. My girlfriend, Olivia, even kicked me, breaking my ribs, and accused me, “Jack Wilson, you’re the one who spent recklessly and got addicted to gambling. How dare you accuse Tyler! Have you no shame?” When I was about to hire a private investigator, Tyler deliberately ran me over with his car, repeatedly crushing me until I was dead. Afterward, Olivia and the entire class testified for Tyler, claiming that I had become suicidal after going bankrupt and intentionally threw myself in front of the car. My father also died of a heart attack due to extreme emotional distress. I mechanically reached into my backpack, my fingertips touching the cold metal card, gripping it tightly. Seeing no response from me, Tyler smiled and hooked his arm around my neck. “Come on, Jack, just let everyone use it. It’s not like you’ll lose anything!” “Sorry, that card belongs to my father. I can’t lend it out casually,” I said, stuffing the VIP card back into the deepest part of my backpack. Hearing my words, Tyler’s face showed displeasure. “You’re going to inherit your father’s company anyway. Why be so particular about what belongs to who in a family?” Olivia suddenly grabbed my backpack and dumped all my belongings out. My phone, game console, and tablet scattered on the ground. Olivia immediately spotted the golden card and picked it up, handing it to Tyler. “Here it is. Just take it and use it!” As Tyler took it, he meaningfully caressed Olivia’s hand. “Olivia’s so sensible. Jack, you should learn from your girlfriend.” Suddenly his eyes lit up, fixating on the game console on the ground. “Oh, isn’t this the latest Switch 2? I heard it’s sold out everywhere. I’ve been trying to get one but couldn’t!” Noticing Tyler’s eager gaze, Olivia bent down, picked up the game console, and stuffed it into Tyler’s arms. “Take this too. Jack’s probably bored with it anyway.” “Thanks, Olivia,” Tyler’s face beamed with a smile. I frowned and snatched back my game console and VIP card. “Sorry, I’m not lending either of these!” Olivia immediately looked furious, grabbing me and scolding, “Jack Wilson, when did you become so stingy?!” “Me, stingy?” I angrily slapped her face. 2 Slap! The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the classroom. Olivia staggered back two steps, holding her face, her carefully styled bangs in disarray. Her eyes widened in disbelief, the tiny diamonds on her manicured nails flashing irritatingly in the sunlight. “Jack Wilson! How dare you hit me!” Her scream was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. I shook my tingling hand, sneering, “This slap is to teach you about boundaries. What right do you have to give away my things to others?!” The classroom instantly erupted. “Jack Wilson, have you gone mad?” “It’s just a game console, what’s the big deal?” “You even hit your own girlfriend!” “Think you’re all that because you’re rich, huh?” Tyler quickly helped Olivia up, then turned to glare at me angrily. “Jack, Olivia was just trying to do something nice for everyone. What’s with your attitude!” I bent down to pick up my scattered belongings, calmly putting the VIP card back in my pocket. “My attitude is very clear. I’m not lending anything!” Olivia suddenly broke free from Tyler’s grasp and charged at me. “Jack Wilson! You give that card back to Tyler right now and apologize to us, or we’re breaking up! I don’t want my boyfriend to be such a narrow-minded person!” “Give it back? It’s my stuff to begin with, who am I giving it back to?” I dodged her claws, a smile tugging at my lips. “If you want to break up, fine. Saves me the breakup fee.” This comment was like poking a hornet’s nest. Olivia trembled with rage. “You… you think I care about your money?” “You don’t?” I raised an eyebrow, looking at the Cartier watch on her wrist. “Then give back the birthday gift I gave you last week?” Her face instantly turned pale, instinctively covering her watch. The expressions of the surrounding classmates immediately became awkward. Mark, the class president, suddenly stood up angrily, slamming the desk. “Jack Wilson, you’re too selfish! Tyler is kindly inviting everyone to Las Vegas, can’t you think about the group for once?” “That’s right,” the study representative chimed in, “You always act so easy-going, but when it really matters, you show your true colors.” I looked around at these familiar yet strange faces. In my previous life, it was they who unanimously claimed in court that I had attempted suicide by throwing myself in front of a car. “If Tyler is inviting you to Las Vegas, go ask him. Why are you coming to me?” Tyler stepped forward again. “We’re using your VIP card, so won’t that raise your VIP status at the casino when we spend money there? It’s a win-win situation!” Olivia snuggled up to Tyler, the pain on her face seemingly gone. “You’re so considerate. Even after Jack has been so awful, you’re still thinking of him.” “Since you all want to go to Las Vegas so badly…” I slowly pulled a card from my wallet, “I’ll lend it to you then?” Tylerend it’s eyes lit up, reaching out to take it. I flipped my wrist, revealing the full card—it was my student cafeteria card. “You’re mocking me?!” Tyler’s face turned ashen. “Pot calling the kettle black.” I twirled the cafeteria card between my fingers. “Aren’t you all trying to guilt-trip me too?” Olivia suddenly grabbed the chalk box from the podium and threw it at me. “Jack Wilson! I must have been blind to be with you!” I dodged to the side, chalk scattering across the floor. 3 Seeing that I wouldn’t hand over the VIP card, Tyler’s face instantly darkened. He gave a look to the surrounding classmates, and several guys immediately surrounded me. “Jack, don’t push your luck,” Tyler lowered his voice, his eyes sinister. “It’s just a card. Do you really want to make this ugly?” I let out a cold laugh, holding my backpack in front of me. “What, planning to rob me if I won’t lend it?” “Rob? We’re just going to help you ‘come to your senses’!” Mark suddenly pushed me from behind. I stumbled a few steps, hitting a desk. My backpack fell to the ground with a thud, its contents scattering once again. Olivia stood to the side, a mocking smile on her lips. “Serves you right.” A few guys kicked my textbooks aside. One of them deliberately stepped on my game console, the screen cracking with a loud snap. “What are you doing?!” I stood up abruptly, but someone firmly pressed down on my shoulder. “Jack, don’t be so stingy,” Tyler said with fake sincerity, reaching for my pocket. “We’re all classmates. What’s wrong with borrowing a card?” I slapped his hand away. “Get lost!” This completely enraged Tyler. His face darkened as he suddenly grabbed my collar. “You want to do this the hard way, huh?” The surrounding classmates, instead of stopping him, started egging him on: “Beat him up! Think he’s all that because he’s rich?” “Stop putting on airs. It’s just a stupid card!” Seeing that I wouldn’t back down, Tyler swung a fist at my face. I dodged to the side, grabbing his wrist and twisting it hard. “Ah!” He cried out in pain, stumbling backward. Seeing this, Olivia screamed, “Jack Wilson! How dare you fight back?!” She rushed forward to claw at my face. I pushed her away and quickly pulled out my phone, dialing 91

“Officer, I’m at XX University, 3rd floor of the teaching building. Someone is trying to rob me, deliberately damaging my property, and assaulting me.” Olivia’s face changed dramatically. She lunged at me. “Are you crazy?!” She snatched my phone and, without even looking, threw it out the window. Crack! The phone shattered on the concrete below. The classroom fell silent for a second. But to their surprise, in less than ten minutes, police sirens were heard outside. When the police entered the classroom, Tyler and Olivia’s faces instantly turned pale. “Who called the police?” the lead officer asked, looking around. “I did,” I raised my hand. “They tried to rob me and smashed my phone.” The officer looked at the scattered items on the floor, then at my broken game console and the smashed phone outside the window. He frowned. “What happened here?” Tyler immediately put on an innocent act. “Officer, it’s a misunderstanding! We were just joking around!” Olivia quickly chimed in. “Yes, yes, it was just a prank between classmates!” Other classmates also started testifying. I coldly scanned the room. These people were exactly the same as when they gave false testimony in my previous life. The officer let out a cold laugh. “Smashing phones and hitting people, you call that a joke?” Mr. Johnson, our counselor, rushed in, his face ashen. “What’s going on here?! Causing such a scene at school?!” The officer briefly explained the situation. After listening, Mr. Johnson glared at Tyler. “You again!” Tyler tried to argue, but the evidence was irrefutable. In the end, under the police’s mediation, Tyler and Olivia had to compensate me for my phone and game console, and apologize publicly. As we left the office, Olivia lowered her voice, gritting her teeth, “Jack Wilson, you just wait!” Looking at her twisted expression, I suddenly smiled. “Sure, I’ll be waiting.” While packing my things in the dorm, I felt like someone had gone through my stuff, but nothing was missing, so I didn’t think much of it. Just as I walked out of the school, a black Maybach stopped in front of me. “Young Master Wilson, the old master has important matters to discuss. He needs you to come home immediately.” Mr. Wang, the butler, didn’t let me speak, just pulled me into the car. That evening, my father pushed two documents in front of me, his gaze sharp behind his gold-rimmed glasses. “Jack, this is your last chance to choose. The $30 billion family trust fund inheritance rights, or a monthly allowance of $1,500.” “The $30 billion has already been deposited into your Swiss bank card. As soon as you sign, you can access that money and take over the family business.” The crystal chandelier behind my father refracted blinding light. I squinted, momentarily seeing that car rushing towards me again, hearing the crunch of bones being crushed. Tyler’s vicious grin from my previous life’s death still echoed in my ears. “I choose the $1,500 monthly allowance,” I said.

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I gave up my identity as the heir to a multi-million dollar corporation, all to live a simple life with my wife. Then, my five-year-old son collapsed at kindergarten, his nose bleeding uncontrollably. At the hospital, he was diagnosed with “Advanced Hemolytic Syndrome.” My wife immediately demanded a divorce. She said she didn’t want our son to be a burden on me. My heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I was so touched, I decided right then and there to reveal my true identity and face this challenge with her. To save our son, I agreed to return home and inherit the family business. I wanted to negotiate with my parents to get him the best possible treatment. My dad advised me, “You can keep your identity a secret for now. Tell her that even after the divorce, you’ll share the medical costs. Just see how your wife reacts.” I didn’t quite get it, but I did as he said. That night, my mother-in-law, Brenda, rushed to the hospital. She started yelling, calling me a monster, and insisted I walk away with absolutely nothing. I was just about to enter my son’s hospital room when I overheard my wife, Chloe, talking with her father, Frank. “Don’t bother saving this dead weight. We can keep it a secret from him, though, and make him pay all the medical bills.” Chloe chuckled, a chilling sound. “I never planned to save him. I just wanted to trick him into giving me everything in the divorce.” “I’ve been sick of living with that poor guy for ages. A son born from such inferior genes is just as useless!”

I stared at them, my wife and her father, in utter disbelief. Chloe used to just run a small nail salon out of a tiny storefront. If I hadn’t been secretly propping them up all these years, they’d never have lived such a comfortable life. I pushed the door open and quickly strode to Liam’s bedside, my voice thick with emotion. “Chloe, let’s take Liam to the best hospital in the city, the capital! I’d sell everything I own, go broke trying to save him! My company… I can sell it!” Chloe and Frank exchanged a quick glance, clearly not expecting me to burst in like that. They were about to speak. But then Brenda, as if on cue, stormed in. She pointed at Chloe and started tearing into her. “You fool! What more do you want? Are you seriously going to sacrifice your entire life for this sick child? This kid is a lost cause, do you hear me! Divorce Alex, right now!” What a perfectly coordinated act between mother and daughter. They played it so well. Chloe immediately lowered her head, wiping away fake tears. She looked like a poor victim, forced by her mother. Then, she turned to me. “Alex, let’s get a divorce. You walk away with nothing, that way… that way you can start a new life without any burdens.” I’d already seen through their whole charade, but I pretended to be heartbroken, unable to believe what I was hearing. I looked at her, my voice strained. “Chloe, you… you really think that too? Tell me, do you genuinely want to get our son treatment?” Frank immediately stepped forward, looking pained as he pointed at me. “Alex! How can you even think that about Chloe? How much has she sacrificed for you, for this family? She’s doing this for your own good, afraid you’ll lose everything, financially and emotionally! And you dare question her noble intentions?!” I scoffed inwardly. This was the true face of their family. I decided to give her one last chance. I looked at Chloe, speaking each word slowly and deliberately. “I’m not afraid of losing everything. Chloe, as long as you’re willing, we can work through this together, face it head-on. We can definitely cure Liam’s illness.” A flicker of panic crossed Chloe’s eyes, but she quickly hid it. She shook her head with a chilling finality. “No, I can’t do it. I can’t accept that outcome.” After saying that, she turned and collapsed onto the bed, staring at our unconscious son. Her tears instantly gushed, and her sobs turned into a heart-wrenching wail. “Alex, don’t push me… I don’t want to hold you back. Liam doesn’t want to be a burden on you. The only reason I want these assets is because… I just want to cling to that last shred of hope. What if, what if there’s a new treatment method in the future? I could still use that money to save my son’s life! This is all for Liam!” She delivered that speech with such passion and emotion, as if she were the long-suffering, sacrificing mother. It was laughable. Beyond ridiculous. My heart, at that very moment, withered and died. Every last shred of warmth, gone. I looked at her, my face devoid of emotion, my voice as cold as ice. “Chloe, I’m asking you one last time. Are you truly set on this divorce?” Seeing how calm I was, Chloe paused, then nodded firmly. “Fine, I agree to the divorce.” I stated flatly. “The house, the car, the savings. I want nothing. I can walk away with absolutely nothing.” The eyes of Chloe’s family instantly glinted with greedy satisfaction. Then, I changed my tone, adding coldly, “But, I will have sole custody of our son, Liam.”

Chloe’s smile froze. She immediately shot back, “No way! Liam is the apple of my eye! I can’t bear to let him go!” Can’t bear to let him go? You mean, you can’t bear to let go of your cash cow, right? I was tired of playing their games. I cut straight to the chase. “Stop the act. I heard everything you said that night by the patient room. I walk away with nothing, you get all the assets, and I get custody of our son. That sounds fair to me.” Chloe and her family’s faces instantly turned chalk-white, then twisted with furious indignation. They realized their original plan was blown, but they immediately seized on my new “weakness”—my love for my son. Frank cleared his throat, speaking in a sneering, condescending tone. “Since you heard everything, let’s lay all our cards on the table. You want custody? Fine, but you’ll have to compensate Chloe for all these years she spent with you, right? Hand over half a million dollars, and we’ll agree.” “Deal.” I agreed without hesitation. My quick acceptance immediately made the shrewd Chloe realize I had far more money than they’d imagined. Her eyes gleamed with even greater greed. She subtly signaled to her parents. Brenda caught on instantly and began to wail dramatically. “Oh, my heavens! My husband and I emptied our retirement savings to pay for our grandson’s medical bills! We even sold our house back home! Where are we supposed to live now? You can’t be so heartless!” Frank chimed in, “That’s right! You need to buy us, the old couple, a house, and give us another two hundred thousand for our retirement! Otherwise, you can forget about taking the child!” “Are you even human?!” I finally exploded, trembling with rage. “Liam is your own grandson! How can you use him like this?!” Frank shot a disgusted look at my son, whose nose was still plugged with tissues, lying in the hospital bed. He pointed at him and snarled, “Just like his father, useless!” Then, Brenda glared at me. “It must be your bad genes! Our Chloe is young, she can still have more kids! Get the divorce over with, don’t hold her back!” Before our son was diagnosed, Brenda used to come to our house every day, holding Liam for hours. Now, she looked at him like he was the plague. Seeing such a stark contrast, I sighed, feeling both helpless and utterly cold. I still held onto a sliver of hope for my wife. I looked at her, pleading, “Chloe, can we please let the doctor check on Liam first?” “No! What if you go back on your word?!” She said, then threw the divorce papers directly at my face. Hearing that, my heart sank completely. I couldn’t believe my wife was so materialistic. I didn’t want to believe she had absolutely no feelings for me. So, almost begging, I said, “I can’t get that much money right away. Can you just let Liam get treatment first?” Brenda’s face contorted into a hideous sneer. “We’ve looked it up online! This ‘Advanced Hemolytic Syndrome’ thing is incurable! It’ll even consume his heart in the later stages! All that talk about treatment rates is just doctors scamming you, believe me. You’ll just end up losing everything, financially and emotionally!!” Brenda, who I once thought was kind, now looked utterly repulsive. Liam, wiping away his nosebleed, started to cry. “Daddy, Mommy, please don’t argue! I don’t want treatment if it makes you mad!” My heart ached as I looked at him. “Don’t worry, son. Daddy will save you, no matter what.” “Tch… what a useless little brat.” Brenda came over, tugged Liam roughly to the side, looking disgusted. “Come here! Don’t get in your mom’s way!” Liam was yanked off the hospital bed. I picked up the divorce agreement, pleading, “Don’t touch him! I’ll agree to everything!”

Watching Chloe act so cold and heartless, I suddenly felt like the woman I’d been married to for ten years was a complete stranger. She used to be so different. Back when I was broke, I’d hand over my entire paycheck to her, thinking I’d ask her for money every time we ate out. But she never took a single cent. I’d just finished signing the papers when Frank grew impatient. “Why hasn’t the money arrived yet?!” “Just give me a little more time. It’ll be in your account today.” But Chloe pulled out a promissory note and made me sign it. As soon as I did, she kicked Liam towards me with a disgusted look. I clutched my son, my heart aching, and immediately called for a doctor. Chloe pulled Brenda’s arm. “Alright, alright, Mom. I’ll talk to him nicely.” When the doctor came in, Brenda reined herself in a lot, but her face still looked menacing. Chloe gently wrapped an arm around Liam, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. But Liam recoiled, pulling away. Seeing that, I let out a cold laugh. Even Dr. Evans added, “The patient’s condition is quite unstable right now. This condition is extremely rare, perhaps only one case in a million. Please try not to agitate him.” After a quick treatment, Liam’s nosebleed finally slowed. He spontaneously threw himself into my arms, listening quietly. Chloe’s forced smile faltered a bit. She gave a strained laugh. “Liam is my son too. Of course, I wouldn’t just stand by. If you need help, I’ll certainly come and look after him!” “It’s just… I can’t accept the thought of my own son passing away before me. If you can’t accept such a reality, I can understand. I’ll try my best to leave you with all the best resources, so you don’t have to face such a heavy blow alone.” Brenda chimed in, “See how considerate Chloe is of you? Why can’t you be the same? Are you even a man, being so petty?” I persisted, “Why can’t we face it together?” Chloe sighed dramatically. “Not everyone can afford to waste their life like that. Dr. Evans just said Liam’s condition is one in a million! What if our future children have the same condition? What if you have a child with someone else outside of our marriage?” I challenged her, feeling utterly powerless. “You don’t trust me?” I honestly couldn’t believe my wife would suspect me to such an extent. From the day we started dating to our ten years of marriage, I had never once given her cause for concern. I’d never been involved in anything even remotely ambiguous with another person. Yet now, she was even imagining me having children with someone else… It chilled me to the bone. I was about to argue further when, at that moment, Dr. Evans rushed over, looking frantic. He said he needed to speak with me privately about Liam’s condition. Seeing the doctor’s urgency, Chloe assumed our son was beyond saving. She quickly grabbed her parents and hurried out of the room. I followed Dr. Evans into his office, my heart pounding with dread. But the doctor immediately bowed deeply to me, apologizing. “Mr. Miller, I am so terribly sorry! Your son’s diagnosis was a mistake, a grave oversight on our hospital’s part.” Once I understood the situation, I returned to Liam’s room and let out a long, shaky breath, looking at my son on the bed. Dr. Evans respectfully handed me a medical report.

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