Three months before our wedding, my fiancé Ryan posted on Instagram – photos of his marriage certificate with my adopted sister Chloe, along with pictures of her pregnant belly. The caption read: “Legally welcoming our little bundle of joy.” Chloe commented with a shy emoji. My mom liked the post, commenting: “Once the baby is born, I’ll take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together.” I couldn’t help but reply with a question mark. The next moment, Ryan’s harsh rebuke came at me like a slap in the face. “She’s only borrowing my name for a year of marriage. Once the baby is born, I’ll be back with you.” “Don’t be so petty. My mom also said we should only get our marriage license after you give birth to a son. It works out perfectly – we can have the wedding first and get the license later.” I gave a faint “Mm” in response, then deleted all Instagram posts related to Ryan before posting a new one: “Need a new groom. Who wants to marry me?” Ryan was the first to reply. [Aria Young, are you out of your mind? I’m just marrying her on paper, why are you making such a big deal out of it?] [You don’t seriously think posting on Instagram will make me jealous, do you? That’s laughable. I’m warning you, stop causing trouble over nothing, and don’t you dare give Chloe a hard time.] Chloe quickly followed up on Ryan’s comment. [Sis, Ryan is just trying to help our baby be born legally. I won’t steal him away from you. After you and Ryan get married, my child can call you mom too.] My mom scolded me for being ungrateful. [You get to have a child without going through the pain of childbirth. Chloe is doing you such a huge favor, shouldn’t you be thanking her?] Several comments followed from Ryan’s buddies, all chiming in. [You and Chloe are sisters, so it doesn’t matter which of you Ryan marries, you’re all family anyway. How about Chloe gets him Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and you get Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday!] Everyone was joking and laughing at my expense. I stared at the screen in shock, tears welling up and spilling over onto my phone. They were clearly in the wrong. Yet they had the audacity to turn around and blame me. How ridiculous. These people weren’t worth my tears. I wiped my eyes forcefully and scrolled through the mess of comments. One stood out from the rest. It was from Sean White: “Can I be your new groom?” Sean and I grew up together. After college graduation, I stayed in the city while he chose to study abroad. We’d avoided each other since I started dating Ryan in college. It had been years since we last spoke. As I pondered this, Sean called me directly. “Aria, I’ve liked you for a long time.” “You know I’ve always hated your adopted sister, so I would never have anything to do with her. I don’t have a bunch of shady friends either. These past few years, I’ve been focused on my career and haven’t dated anyone.” As he spoke, I suddenly received a contract. When I opened it, I saw it was the transfer of rights to all his assets and shares. While I was still in shock, Sean nervously said: “Aria, this is all the sincerity I have to offer. Will you give me a chance?” My nose stung with emotion. Suddenly, I remembered when we were kids. Our teacher rewarded us with two candies that Sean loved. He was clearly craving them, but he didn’t eat a single one. He saved both for me. He had always given me his utmost sincerity. I choked up a bit as I said: “I will.” Love had always seemed so elusive. I tried to grasp it, only to end up hurt and scarred. I had thought… I had thought being alone would be fine. But my grandmother’s dying wish was to see me married, to know someone would take care of me after she was gone. Ryan wasn’t worthy. But if the groom was Sean, I think Grandma would be truly at ease. Sean’s voice was full of joy. “Then I’ll wrap things up at work and come back to marry you within two weeks.” “Aria, you’ll wait for me and won’t change your mind, right?” His tone held a hint of pitiful pleading. It reminded me of when we were kids and I promised to be his bride when we grew up. I made a sound of agreement. Suddenly I felt the urge to cry. “Sean, let’s pinky swear on it.” After hanging up, my mom pushed open my bedroom door. “Where’s that sapphire necklace your father left you before he died?” I remained silent, not answering.

Mom frowned in displeasure. “What’s with that attitude? Your sister just thought it was pretty and wanted to borrow it for a few days. Hurry up and get it out, don’t be so stingy!” Chloe hung on Mom’s arm, saying dejectedly: “It’s okay, Mom. Sis has never seen me as real family. If she doesn’t want to lend it, I won’t force her.” “She wouldn’t dare refuse! That necklace belonged to my husband, your father. I’m making the decision to give it to you today.” Mom hugged Chloe and glared sternly at me. “If you don’t hand it over, don’t blame me for having people search your room.” I stared at her blankly, my smile more painful than crying. The once gentle and loving mother in my memories. Had ultimately transformed into this harsh, scolding face in reality. But I was about to leave this place forever anyway. I no longer had the heart to argue pointlessly with her. Silently, I took the sapphire necklace out of its velvet box and handed it to her. Mom smiled with satisfaction. “That’s more like it. Chloe is your sister, so you as the older one should let her have the nice things.” After Mom left, Chloe put on the necklace right in front of me. “Sis, don’t blame Mom for favoring me. To be honest, this necklace looks better on me anyway.” “Just like how Ryan is more suitable as my boyfriend.” “What belongs to me, others can never have.” Seeing Chloe’s smug expression, I didn’t say a word. People like her – the more you engage, the more they push it. I picked up my purse and walked past her down the stairs, ignoring her completely. “Ah! Sis, why did you push me…” Chloe suddenly darted in front of me, pretending I had shoved her as she stumbled towards the stairs. I may despise her, but I instinctively reached out to grab her. After all, falling down over 20 steps was no joke. “Aria Young, you vicious woman!” Ryan violently smacked away my hand that was steadying Chloe’s arm. My hand slammed into the railing with a loud “THUD.” The pain instantly brought cold sweat to my brow. “Ryan, thank goodness you came in time, or else I…” Chloe hid in Ryan’s arms, her face streaked with tears and fear. “It’s okay, don’t be scared. I’m here.” Ryan stroked Chloe’s head, comforting her softly. “I won’t let anyone bully you.” I looked at my own hand, already bruising and swollen from the impact. Then I looked at Chloe, who had only gotten a little scare but was being held tight and fussed over by Ryan. Suddenly it all felt so ironic. The boy who once showered me with love and promised to treat me well forever. The man who was supposed to marry me in just three months. How could he have changed his heart so suddenly? After soothing Chloe, Ryan glared at me darkly. “I know you’ve been unhappy about me marrying her and having a baby behind your back. You can take it out on me if you want, since I didn’t tell you beforehand.” “But you can’t hurt Chloe. Her health is fragile, she’s pitiful enough as it is.” “All she wanted was a chance to be a mother. What’s wrong with that? Why should she bear the brunt of your anger?” He pointed at me angrily. “You have to apologize to Chloe today!” I struggled to control my trembling body. Through gritted teeth I asked: “Then what did I do wrong?” “What exactly did I do wrong?” Ryan stared at my reddened eyes, taken aback for a moment. “Never mind, Ryan. Even though I almost fell to my death…” “I don’t blame Sis, and I don’t need her to apologize.” “You two are still getting married in the future. I don’t want you to fight because of me.” Chloe cried pitifully. Ryan sighed, looking at her with tender affection. “Chloe, sometimes your kindness breaks my heart.” He turned to me with cold eyes. “At the end of the day, you’re just jealous of Chloe. You can’t stand to see her doing better than you.” “I’ll let it slide this time since Chloe spoke up for you. But if you dare hurt her again, I won’t go easy on you.” He picked Chloe up in his arms. Before leaving, he looked at me with disappointment and said: “You don’t measure up to your sister at all.” Only I remained in the silent living room. I stared blankly at the withered leaves drifting outside the window. Finally unable to hold back, I crouched down and sobbed into my hands. One last time… This was the last time I would cry over Ryan. That afternoon, Ryan posted on Instagram. It was a 9-photo collage. The photos showed different corners of a house.

The caption read: “Every room, every piece of furniture, every decoration here was carefully chosen by me. I just want to give my baby a warm and comfortable home.” Many people offered congratulations in the comments. “Congrats to Mr. Brown on becoming a father so soon!” “So you and Aria are having a shotgun wedding! Congratulations!” “The bride is so lucky to have such a good husband in Ryan. So envious!” “I wouldn’t miss your wedding in three months for a billion-dollar deal.” Just as the comment section was buzzing with well-wishes, Chloe suddenly chimed in: “Please don’t misunderstand, everyone. This isn’t Ryan’s marital home, it’s my house.” The comments section instantly fell into awkward silence. I was the first to break it, posting: “Three’s a crowd. I’m out. Wishing you two happiness.” With that, I couldn’t be bothered to see what else they might say. I directly deleted Ryan and Chloe from my friends list. Within minutes, Ryan called me. “Aria Young, have you had enough of this tantrum?” I calmly replied: “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” Ryan fumed. “That comment you left on my Instagram was clearly trying to smear dirt on Chloe.” “Do you have to paint her as the other woman to be satisfied?” “If you keep slandering her, we can just call off the wedding!” I listened to his cold, heartless accusations, my heart as still as dead water, unmoved. “Ryan Brown, what makes you think I’d still want someone’s sloppy seconds?” I hung up the phone. Perhaps the words “sloppy seconds” stung him. He called me countless times after that. When the calls wouldn’t go through, he bombarded me with messages. I ignored them all. In ten days I would be marrying Sean. These people would all become part of my past. I had hoped to spend the remaining days coexisting peacefully with them, but I never expected Chloe to knock over my father’s urn. The ashes scattered on the floor. Not only did she show no remorse, she even let her pet cat urinate on them. Then she looked at me with glee. “Sis, look! The ashes can even be used as kitty litter for my cat!” In that moment, the grief and rage I had been suppressing exploded. I snatched up the baseball bat by the door and swung it viciously at Chloe. She took one hit and ran away screaming, her face pale. “Aria Young! You’ve really gone too far! How dare you hit your sister!” Mom’s appearance made Chloe feel like she’d found a savior. She hid behind Mom, trembling. Sobbing, she said: “Mom, I’m scared. Sis tried to kill me!” Mom shielded Chloe like a mother hen protecting her chick. She berated me harshly: “I’ve let your bullying of your sister slide before, treating it as harmless squabbling. But this time you’ve gone too far.” She was my mother, yet she always stood against me, defending an adopted daughter with no blood relation to her. Nothing could be more heartbreaking than this. I stared at Mom through tear-filled eyes. “She knocked over Dad’s urn!” “That was Dad! My Dad! Why? Why!” Why did they have to destroy the last memento Dad left me, even though I had already been so tolerant? Why didn’t my own mother love me?

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The day I married Damian, my childhood sweetheart, was the same day my grandfather’s ruthless business tactics drove his father to ruin, ultimately leading to his death. For five years after, Damian tortured me in every way imaginable. He not only caused my grandma’s death but also kept a substitute of me, trapping me in his family’s mansion to serve them. He made me kneel in the pouring rain, just for daring to join them at the dinner table. He threw me out into the scorching sun, letting me burn, all because I accidentally brushed against Serena, his replacement. He even stripped me naked and left me in a bar, letting anyone do whatever they wanted to me, just to protect that girl. After the 99th time I felt utterly broken, I knew I had to leave… Lying in a hotel bed, a stranger’s breath brushed against me, and the aches in my body brought me sharply back to reality. Last night, Serena was cornered by her company’s CEO, and Damian, in his twisted affection for her, personally pushed me forward to take her place in a drinking game. Drunk and disoriented, I was taken to this hotel, my clothes stripped away. The man didn’t stop, pushing me again and again. I quickly dressed, leaving a check on the nightstand. My body trembling, I fled the hotel, glancing at the number I’d jotted down in my phone’s notepad. Tears streamed down my face, a bitter ache consuming me. I took a shaky breath, gathering every ounce of courage, and sent a SnapChat message to Damian: “I need to see you. At the place we first met.” I hailed a taxi to the cat cafe, ordered a latte in advance, and sat by the entrance, waiting. Three hours later, my patience had worn thin when Damian finally arrived, striding in late as always. He glanced at the latte in my hand, then at the time on his phone, his face darkening with annoyance. “What do you want? Mochi needs a bath, and Serena needs my help.” His eyes were cold, and the way he looked at me always carried a distinct malice. I stood rooted to the spot, extending the latte to him, my voice tight with nerves. “Damian, I know you hate me. But you’ve found someone you love now. Can’t you just… let me go? Let me start over?” Before I could finish, his hand whipped out, a stinging slap across my face. His reply was sharp, unwavering. “No! What’s this pain you’re feeling? It’s not even a tenth of what I went through! What makes you think you deserve to be let go?” His eyes blazed with an inferno of hatred. He raised his hand, pouring the latte directly over my head. Suddenly, every eye in the cafe was on me. He grabbed my chin, a cruel sneer on his face. “Amber Zhou, you tricked me into marrying you. Your grandfather used me, used our wedding, to force my dad to suicide.” “Don’t try to fool me with these pathetic pleas. I won’t fall for your tricks again.” Soaked to the bone, tears welled up in my eyes again. “Damian, I’m so sorry, but Grandpa truly didn’t mean for that to happen…” Before I could say another word, his phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. “Damian, Mochi still needs his bath, why aren’t you back yet?” Hearing her voice, the frown that had been etched on his face since he walked in finally softened. He looked at her, a gentle smile in his eyes as he replied: “Almost there. I’ll be back as soon as I deal with this mess. Be a good girl, don’t try to do it yourself, or you’ll get wet and catch a cold, okay?” The girl on the video call beamed, her bright smile and youthful innocence almost identical to how I used to be. Damian gave her a tender instruction, then hung up. His face instantly clouded over when he looked back at me, his voice dropping several degrees. “Since you love making a spectacle of yourself, stand right here until your clothes dry. And you’d better behave. I’ll have someone watching you.” With that, he turned and walked away without a backward glance. I watched him go, the apology I wanted to utter dying in my throat again. The icy air conditioning blasted over me, making me shiver uncontrollably. Under the curious stares of strangers, my body finally gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor, losing consciousness. 2 I woke up again in Damian’s mansion. Through the haze, I thought I heard Skipper’s agonizing cries. When my eyes finally opened, Serena stood triumphantly by the bed, a smug smile playing on her lips. She looked at me, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Amber Zhou, this must hurt, right? You and Damian really have nothing left to remember, do you?” My gaze landed on the urn she held in her arms. Skipper’s tiny cat tag dangled from it. Seeing my reaction, she just kept on talking, gloating. “Do you know how he died? That pathetic cat bit Mochi’s fur. So Damian burned him alive.” Skipper was my three-legged cat, a tiny furball Damian and I had adopted when we were kids. Even with three legs, he always hobbled towards us. Damian had promised me he’d take care of him, but now, the human Skipper trusted most, the man who promised, had burned him alive, reducing him to nothing but ash. My expression froze instantly. A loud roar filled my ears, and my mind simply shut down. I scrambled forward, not caring about anything but grabbing Skipper’s ashes. “Give him back! Serena, give him back! Skipper was so afraid of pain, how could you burn him alive?!” But she only toyed with me, tossing the urn back and forth between her hands. Then, I heard Damian’s footsteps on the stairs outside the door. Before I could react, Serena deliberately flung the urn, sending it crashing to the floor. At the same instant, she dramatically fell by the floor-to-ceiling window, letting out a piercing scream. “Oh, Amber! How could you try to push me out the window?!” Damian opened the door just then, his eyes instantly blazing with fury directed at me. Without a word, he lunged forward, kicking me to the ground. My knees hit the ground, grinding into the glass shards, and a sharp gasp tore from my throat. But he wasn’t done. He roughly seized my hair, pulling my head back. I cried out in pain, my mouth gaping open. He seized the moment, forcing Skipper’s ashes into my mouth, shoving them deep. He kept spitting hateful words. “Your grandfather killed my father, and now you want to kill the woman I love?!” “Since you want them so badly, here, have them back!” My throat protested, a suffocating feeling rising. I coughed, my face turning crimson, but he just slapped me again, without hesitation. “What are you playing at now? A little ash isn’t going to choke you to death, is it?” I lay there, utterly limp and defeated, watching with despair as he scooped her up in a bridal carry and walked out of the room. As she left, Serena turned her head and looked at me, like I was nothing but a pathetic clown. In his eyes, Serena was his cherished love, the one he longed for. Me? I was just a murderer. My heart ached with a constant, throbbing pain. I gripped the edge of the bed, forcing myself to stand despite the stinging cuts. My eyes drifted to the lawn outside the window. This was the fifth-floor attic of the mansion, a place Damian had specially designated for my “atonement.” I silently counted the times he had hurt me. 1 time… 2 times… 35 times… 36 times… 95 times… 96 times… 97 times. By the end, my heart felt numb to the pain. Only one thought echoed in my mind: If I jumped from here, it would all be over. 3 I pushed open the window and leaned halfway out, only to be spotted by Damian, who was in the garden below. He rushed back into the attic, slamming me against the glass window, his hands clamping tightly around my throat. His gaze was dark, filled with an unspeakable resentment. “Amber Zhou, you want to just end it all, huh? I’m telling you, that’s not happening. You’re not leaving me until you’ve atoned for your sins.” He gritted out each word, his grip tightening. Oxygen slowly drained from my body, yet I felt no desire to live. My eyes stared blankly at him. I used every ounce of strength to raise my hand, wanting to touch his face. I had loved this face for over a decade, but now, I couldn’t bring myself to hate it. Seeing my attempt, he frowned, twisting his body to avoid my touch. My hand fell back, limp and useless. Just before I lost consciousness from the choking, Serena’s voice pierced the air from behind him. She rushed forward, screaming in alarm: “Damian!” His hands, clamped around my throat, paused. But I, due to the momentum, fell backward, tumbling out the window. A sensation of weightlessness enveloped me, but the next second, as I hit the ground, searing pain ripped through my entire body. I felt the tearing of skin, the warm gush of blood, but I was too weak to even curl into myself. Through the haze, I only heard Damian’s frantic shouts: “Amber Zhou! You damn well better not die!” But I couldn’t care less about anyone else. My eyelids grew heavy. In the darkness before I passed out, I silently marked down the number. If I was still alive, this would be the ninety-eighth time, right? Just one more time, and I could finally be free. The wail of an ambulance siren filled my ears. I felt someone lift me onto a stretcher. After the vehicle had been moving for a while, I suddenly felt a violent impact. The ambulance siren mingled with police sirens. I only heard Damian’s urgent, trembling voice, filled with desperate pleading: “Serena! You’re all I have! You have to live, you can’t let anything happen to you!” Lying in the ICU, I slowly regained consciousness. The doctor explained that I had a concussion and needed to be hospitalized for observation. But I didn’t see Damian anywhere, so I couldn’t help but ask: “Doctor, did you see the man who brought me here?” The doctor hesitated for a second, then pulled out a voluntary blood donation consent form. He spoke slowly: “On the way to the hospital, Ms. Serena’s vehicle was involved in a multi-car pile-up. She’s been rushed into surgery.” “Mr. Damian is with her. He said as soon as you woke up, you had to sign this to donate blood to Ms. Serena.” My hopeful gaze turned vacant as I saw the words on the consent form. “Though I warned him repeatedly that your body can’t handle such a large amount of blood loss, and it could even lead to hypovolemic shock…” “Mr. Damian wouldn’t relent. But don’t worry, as long as you don’t sign, he can’t force you.” A chill swept through my eyes. Ignoring the doctor’s warnings, I firmly signed my name on the contract. As I looked up, I noticed a hint of familiarity in the doctor’s eyes, but I had no time to ponder it. A nurse wheeled me towards the operating room. As I passed Damian, I opened my mouth and silently mouthed to him: “Ninety-nine times.” He frowned, his gaze still filled with resentment. But my heart had long since died, and I no longer cared if he remembered that promise. He was escorted out of the operating room, and I lay on the gurney, turning my head to see Serena’s face, so strikingly similar to mine. Despite the bitter ache, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. As the anesthesia was injected, I completely lost consciousness. Only one more time left. Then I would finally be free. 5 Alex quietly handled my discharge from the hospital. During that time, Damian came to see me more than once. But every time he tried to talk to me, Serena would call him away without fail. Gradually, his visits became fewer and farther between. After being discharged, I returned to Damian’s mansion one last time.

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My daughter was bullied at school. My husband, Alex Thorne, rushed over to handle it. The bully was suspended. I felt the punishment was too light, so I escalated it to the school board. Eventually, the bully was expelled. But the very next day, my daughter, Lily, mysteriously disappeared. I cried myself to sleep every night, and Alex searched for her relentlessly. It wasn’t until a month later that I saw my daughter in the Thorne family’s private bullfighting arena. Her small face was deathly pale, and she was clutching her knees tightly. I cried and knelt, begging Alex to let Lily out. But he was embracing Vanessa Hayes, the bully’s mother, his expression icy cold. “Lily being bullied is all because you spoil her too much. She can’t even handle a little pain. This bullfighting match is just what she needs to toughen her up!” With no hope left, I trembled as I dialed a number. “If you can save my daughter, I’ll marry you.” … I had just hung up. In the center of the arena, another bull charged past, grazing Lily’s clothes. She staggered backward. My vision blurred, and I almost collapsed to the ground. “Relax, no one’s going to die.” A cold voice came from behind me. “There are professionals guiding her in there. They know what they’re doing better than you do.” I spun around. Alex’s hand was resting on Vanessa’s waist, his sharp gaze piercing me. “Vanessa already has it hard raising a child alone, yet you had to go and report her to the school board just because your daughter got a little scratch!” “You’re both mothers. Why can’t you be more understanding of Vanessa?” I screamed, my voice raw. “A little scratch…? Multiple fractures are a little scratch?! If I hadn’t found her clothes covered in blood while doing laundry, Lily would have never told me!” Alex fell silent. I knelt on the rough sand, clutching his coat desperately, tears streaming down my face. “Please, I’m begging you, let Lily out. She’s the child we tried so hard to have…” His eyes flickered with a momentary haze. I had struggled with infertility, and the day I finally got pregnant was a miracle. He, who never believed in fate, had vowed to give up everything for her safety, just for me and Lily to be safe. How could the man who once treasured me and our child above all else change so much? I opened my mouth to say more, but my palm vibrated. “Give me fifteen minutes.” Alex stared at my movement, then suddenly sneered. “What? Going to call my mother and complain again?” He grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like he might crush my bones. “Last time, you tricked me away and then arranged for someone to almost ruin Vanessa’s reputation. I haven’t settled that score with you yet!” “I’m telling you, not even God himself can get her out today!” Then, he roughly flung my hand away. I stood frozen, my lips trembling as I spoke. “Those private photos… you sent them out?” Alex’s face was cold, and he didn’t reply. But my heart died. During that time, I would walk down the street, and people would hurl insults and even objects at me for no reason. At my company, they used ‘morality’ as an excuse to fire me. Even now, just thinking about it sends a deep, icy chill through my bones. But now, he was telling me that my own husband did all of this? My head snapped to the side. Lily’s clothes were already torn and tattered. A bull charged straight at her. Lily screamed and fell backward onto the ground. Her arm was gashed, a line of blood appearing. I desperately closed my eyes for a moment. When I spoke again, there was no trace of affection left. “Let her out. I’ll take her and leave right now. You can have your perfect little family of three!” I ran towards the bullfighting arena, but a bodyguard kicked my knee and pinned my shoulders down. Grit dug into my skin, but I felt no pain. Alex’s face was filled with rage. “There are still five minutes left until the show is over. Lily’s fine, isn’t she?” “Your overprotective love is spoiling her. You stay right here until the end!” Just then, Vanessa’s voice came over. “Alex, the school called! Caleb accidentally scraped his knee while playing games!” Alex instantly panicked. “How could he be so careless? We need to go see him right now.” How ridiculous. He was showering concern on another woman’s child, rushing to play the doting father. But he left his own flesh and blood to die in the bullfighting arena. After a few steps, he suddenly turned back and instructed coldly. “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her in until the bullfighting ends!” However, barely a minute after he left. The bullfighting arena suddenly spun out of control. In the swirling dust, a small figure was violently flung by a raging bull, blood instantly staining the sand. 2 “Lily—!!!” The scream was gut-wrenching. I bit the bodyguard’s arm like a madwoman, stumbling forward. Just as the bodyguard behind me was about to grab me, an arm blocked him. Seeing the person who had arrived, I grabbed onto him like a drowning woman clutches a lifeline. “Please, save my child!” Seeing Lily collapsed in a pool of blood, his pupils constricted sharply, and he roared. “Stop the show! Open the gates!” Damon Blackwood rushed into the arena like an arrow, carefully picked up Lily, and took her to the hospital. Even after Lily was taken into the emergency room, I hadn’t fully recovered, staring at the bloodstains on my clothes, my eyes vacant. Half an hour later, the doctor came out and shook his head at me. “The family should prepare for her final arrangements…” Suddenly, the world spun around me. Damon Blackwood quickly steadied my swaying body. A familiar voice suddenly echoed in my ears. “Does it still hurt? Big boys don’t cry, okay? I bought you the latest game console.” I turned my head and saw Alex. In his other hand, he was carrying a small cake, one Lily loved. The fatherly love Lily never received, not even in death, was now effortlessly given to someone else. How dare he act so happily by another child’s side? Didn’t he know Lily was dead?! Had he worried about Lily for even a second? Just as I rushed over to confront him. “If I hadn’t taken the time for a check-up, I wouldn’t have known I was going to be a dad.” My steps halted abruptly. Dad…? “Alex, I know you have a daughter, and I don’t expect you to dedicate yourself entirely to her, but I hope you won’t let her be bullied…” A flicker of disgust crossed Alex’s eyes. “I will take good care of her.” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Our daughter was dead. Yet, he was joyfully preparing to welcome a new life. How ironic. He didn’t deserve to be Lily’s father! Suddenly, my vision went black, and a large hand covered my eyes. A comforting voice whispered in my ear. “I’m here.” I leaned against his shoulder, hot tears streaming down my face. After handling Lily’s funeral, I returned to the old family estate. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Thorne. I can’t continue to repay the kindness you’ve shown me.” Mrs. Eleanor Thorne’s rough hand covered mine. “I’ve heard everything. Alex truly went too far… Is Lily alright?” I lowered my lashes, looking at the small, square box in my hand. Mrs. Thorne finally sighed. “It seems I can’t keep you here. Stay and have one last meal with this old woman, won’t you?” I nodded. That evening, Alex brought Vanessa and her son over. Seeing me sitting alone on the sofa. He spoke lightly. “Where’s Lily? She’s not mad at me, is she?” “Vanessa told me the bullfighting show ended safely. You just spoil the child too much. Looks like she needs more training in the future.” The thought of Lily lying in my arms, barely breathing as she called for ‘Mommy,’ made my chest feel like it was crushed by a boulder. Every breath was a stab of pain. “From now on, however you want to train her, I won’t be involved…” Alex seemed to think I had given in, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. He walked over and took my hand. “Whenever our daughter is ready to see me, I, as her father, will be the first to apologize.” I shook off his hand and walked straight to the dining table. Alex frowned, about to get angry, but he was interrupted by Mrs. Thorne’s piercing voice from the living room. “Who let you in? Get out!” Alex quickly shielded Vanessa and her son behind him. “Mom, I brought them.” Mrs. Thorne’s chest heaved with anger. “Do you know that your daughter…” I pulled on Mrs. Thorne’s sleeve. I was afraid that telling the truth would only lead to more humiliation. But Alex’s eyes changed, rapidly transforming from panic into blatant disgust. “Sarah Reed! You’re really trying to stir up trouble with my mom again, aren’t you?!” “I just brought them over for dinner. If you cause any more drama, we’re getting a divorce!” 3 Mrs. Thorne tiredly shook her head. “Never mind, never mind. I’m not getting involved.” At dawn, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Usually, around this time, Lily would insist on taking a walk with me. She didn’t really love walking; she just wanted to be the first to see her dad when he came home from work. Driven by an impulse, I walked to the backyard garden. A dark figure was squatting by the pool. By the moonlight, I saw it was Vanessa’s son, Caleb. I turned to leave, but suddenly, a stream of water hit my back. “Are you Lily Thorne’s mom?” Malice laced his childish voice. “You’re just as much a slut as Lily Thorne. Wearing a skirt in winter, who are you trying to hook up with?” I froze. “You… what did you say?” He grinned. “She wore such a short skirt, wasn’t she asking for it? What’s wrong with me kissing her? She dared to refuse me, she deserved to be taught a lesson!” Blood instantly rushed to my head. So, everything my daughter suffered began with such an absurd reason. I rushed forward, trembling with rage, and slapped him hard on the back. “Stop it!” Alex rushed over, shoving me away. I staggered backward, slipped, and fell onto the cobblestones. Blood beaded from my palms. “Are you insane?! Laying your hands on a child?” He glared down at me, his chest heaving. My eyes were bloodshot. “He deserved it! Not only do I want to hit him, I wish I could…” *Slap!* A stinging slap turned my head, and my left ear rang. “Do you even know what you’re saying?!” Vanessa rushed over, gripping my shoulders tightly. “Whatever issues you have, take them out on me! Please, don’t bully my child!” She screamed hysterically. Then, she suddenly leaned close to my ear, her hot breath sending chills down my spine. “I heard your daughter died horribly… it was worth spending a fortune to bribe that bullfighter.” My blood instantly froze. It was her! All this time, it was her! Rage overwhelmed my reason. By the time I regained my senses. Vanessa was already slumped by the poolside, clutching her stomach and wailing. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Alex’s face was ashen as he helped her up, then turned to roar at me. “What are you trying to do?” My voice trembled. “Do you know what she just said? She said…” “Alex… my stomach hurts so much…” Vanessa weakly clutched his sleeve, her face deathly pale. Alex’s expression immediately changed. He held Vanessa tightly, casting a hateful glare at me. “Throw this crazy woman into the pool! Let her cool off in there all night!” I stared hard at Vanessa. She was hiding in Alex’s arms, giving me a defiant smirk. With that, his resolute figure disappeared into the night, not even looking back at me as I soaked in the cold water. The cold felt like a thousand steel needles pricking my bones. I couldn’t stop shaking. It seemed when a heart turns cold, even the most basic concern vanishes completely. The next day, after packing my things, I sent Damon Blackwood a text. As soon as I reached the living room. Alex stormed over, furious. Behind him followed Vanessa, her face streaming with tears. “Sarah Reed, I truly underestimated you! You’ve already forced Caleb to transfer schools, and you still won’t leave him alone!” He threw his phone, hitting my forehead. “It’s because you’re spreading rumors that Caleb is a bully! Now all the parents in the SnapChat groups are demanding he be expelled!” “Are you trying to kill him?! He’s just a child!” I looked at his furious face and suddenly found it amusing. “You weren’t even this angry when Lily was bullied. Who exactly is your child?” Alex rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with helplessness. “How can that be the same? No matter what, those were just kids’ squabbles.” “You already made him transfer, why can’t you just let it go?” “Now, you’re coming with me to school to explain everything to those parents.” Even though I hadn’t done any of it. I was very satisfied with the outcome. “No!” Vanessa suddenly knelt before me, clutching my hand, tears dripping from her chin. “You’re a mother too. You must understand how I feel… If you just let us go, I’ll take my son and disappear, okay?” Her long fingernails dug into my flesh. I cried out in pain and yanked my hand away. Alex rushed forward, anxiously pulling her into his embrace. I suddenly laughed out loud. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” Alex’s pupils constricted. “I advise you to abort this child. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee she’ll be born safely.” The panic in his eyes was instantly replaced by fury. “Do you know what you’re saying?! When did you become so vicious?!” “Since you can’t tolerate this child, then let’s get a divorce right now!” I curved my lips into a smile. This was my goal all along. Only after I received the divorce papers did I finally feel completely at ease. Tears of relief streamed down my face. But Alex misinterpreted them. “If you apologize to Vanessa on your knees now, I don’t mind remarrying you.” “Dream on.” Alex was stung by my cold attitude, and a vein throbbed on his forehead. “Custody of the child goes to me! A lunatic like you can’t raise a good child! I’m a hundred times better than you!” Hearing that, I sneered. “Yes, you’re a great father. So great you don’t even know your own daughter is dead.” 4 Alex’s pupils contracted sharply, and he froze as if struck by lightning. “You… what did you say?” I took a step forward, each word like a knife piercing his heart. “Your daughter, Lily, was trampled to death by a bull in that arena!”

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My sister, Holly, claimed she was throwing me a bachelorette party the day before my wedding. But instead, she drugged the drink I was holding. By the time I finally woke up and rushed to the wedding venue, Holly stood beside Dax Davies, wearing my wedding dress. They seemed completely unfazed by my arrival. Dax actually said, right in front of all the guests, “Holly and I… we were intimate last night. She was a virgin, and for her honor, I have to marry her.” “Audrey, you were never a virgin when we were together, so I’m choosing Holly. I’m sorry.” In my past life, disgusted by their sleazy acts, I ended up trashing the wedding. Holly grabbed my neck, forcing me to push her away. Then she clutched her stomach, wailing, “Dax’s baby, my three hundred million dollar baby! I could have had his child, Audrey! Why did you kill them?!” It was such an outrageous lie, but Dax actually believed her. He ordered his bodyguards to attack me, specifically targeting my stomach, to avenge his supposed babies. My internal organs ruptured, bleeding profusely, and I died right there at the wedding venue. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before my wedding. Holly gripped my sleeve, whining sweetly, “Good sister, Holly prepared a bachelorette party for you tonight~” … Holly’s hand clenched my sleeve, swaying it gently. I’d even paid for the manicure she had on those hands. Yet, in my past life, it was these very hands that pushed me into the abyss of death. Seeing her feign such sisterly affection again, my stomach churned. “Oh, really? A party my dear sister arranged? How could I possibly miss it?” I still chose to agree with a smile. The party was set at Dax Davies’s villa. I’d overlooked that detail in my previous life. Now, thinking back, they had clearly been entangled for a long time. After some idle chatter, Holly presented the cocktail that had knocked me out in my last life. “Audrey, this is a special blend I had a top mixologist make, it symbolizes new beginnings! Drink this, and tomorrow you’ll officially be Mrs. Davies.” I didn’t take it. Instead, I burst out laughing. “Oh, perfect! Absolutely brilliant! Holly, you really think you can play me for a fool!” “Whose new beginning? Yours and Dax’s? Drugging me the day before my wedding—what exactly are you planning?!” The room instantly fell silent. Everyone clustered around, their faces etched with confusion. Holly’s smile froze. She hadn’t expected me to expose her. But she’s a conniving snake. She immediately put on a pitiful act, her voice dripping with fake innocence, “Audrey, what are you talking about?” “I know you’ve never liked me, Audrey, and you especially hate that Dax and I are close.” “But you can’t just accuse me of having bad intentions! I put so much effort into this bachelorette party, I…” She sounded genuinely choked up, dabbing at her eyes. Holly assumed that with such a performance, everyone at the party would side with her. But she had severely miscalculated my standing with the others. Bianca Sterling, from the powerful Sterling family, spoke first. “Holly, why the waterworks? If there’s a problem, just say it. Whether there’s drugs in the drink? A quick test will tell us.” Noah Sterling, the family heir, also frowned. “Everyone here knows Audrey’s character. I don’t believe she’d accuse her own sister without reason.” The rest of the guests murmured in agreement. Holly’s jaw dropped. She was clearly stunned. I curled my lips into a smirk and said to Holly, “No need for a test, it’s too much trouble. Why don’t you drink it yourself, sister? I’m getting married tomorrow, so I shouldn’t drink. You won’t be getting married tomorrow, right? Since you claim there’s no drug, then drink it!” Panic flashed across Holly’s face. Of course, she wouldn’t dare to drink it. Not only would she be exposed, but her wedding to Dax tomorrow would also be ruined. She feigned a look of indignant shame, her hands trembling violently. “Audrey! How can you slander my name?!” Holly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention, and subtly let go of the glass. Just as the glass was about to hit the floor, I instinctively snatched it mid-air. “What are you doing? After all the effort you put into finding a mixologist, you’re just going to drop it?” “Or is there something in this glass that shouldn’t see the light of day?” 2 The guests looked at Holly with even more suspicion. Holly quickly tried to explain that it was an accident. My tone turned cold. “Since my dear sister is too afraid to drink it, I’ll take Bianca’s advice and have someone test the drink’s contents.” I had just pulled out my phone, still typing a message, when Holly completely freaked out. “Audrey! I didn’t prepare this drink! Dax told me to give it to you! Even if there’s something in it, he put it there, I swear I knew nothing!” I stared at her heaving chest, a laugh escaping my lips. What a brilliant lie! Pushing Dax out as the scapegoat. It not only diverted attention but also tested how much I really knew. I suddenly leaned closer to her. “You’re saying he gave you this drink? So you’re admitting that both of you conspired to drug me, right here in my own villa?” You have to admit, Holly’s manipulative game was not simple. Faced with my question, she found a new angle, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “Holly truly didn’t know. Could it be that Dax has a problem with you, Audrey? Don’t be sad, sister, let’s go ask him.” “I did hear Dax say that your private life was a mess before you two got together, and that you claimed to be a virgin, but you didn’t… bleed.” She wanted to humiliate me in public. But I just watched her coldly, waiting for her to finish. Dax was my first love. The whole ‘virginity’ thing? That was pure nonsense. I was athletic since I was a child, so my hymen broke a long time ago. It never mattered. And honestly, in the 21st century, caring whether a girl is a virgin? That kind of man is utterly repulsive. “Holly, I already know about your despicable acts with Dax. There’s no need to put on a show for me.” “Because I simply don’t care about either of you. I won’t be attending tomorrow’s wedding.” “I’m not a trash can, and I don’t like garbage. You want Dax? Go ahead, take him.” Holly’s pupils suddenly dilated. She couldn’t believe that I was abandoning the wedding the day before. Then, I smirked contemptuously. “And don’t worry about public opinion. Who cares if people talk? Go ahead and get married. I’ll be getting married tomorrow too.” I gestured with my chin towards Noah Sterling in the crowd. “Noah, can you give me a wedding grander than the Davies family’s?” The room became even quieter. Everyone stared at Noah. He looked like he’d won the lottery, his face flushed purple with excitement. “Audrey, you… you’re willing to marry me?” He took a necklace from his neck. It was a family heirloom from the Sterling family’s great-grandmother, with a pigeon’s blood ruby ring hanging from the chain. “Audrey, I never thought I’d live to see this day.” Noah knelt on one knee, holding up the ring. “I’m going to make you the most prestigious bride in the city’s elite! I’m going to wipe the Davies family off the map!” News of my sudden engagement to the Sterling family spread like wildfire through every corner of the city’s elite overnight. By 3 AM, the headlines were filled with it. Dax Davies declared that his wedding would proceed as planned tomorrow, marrying my sister, Holly. He also boasted that no wedding in the city’s elite would be grander than the Davies’s. The Sterling family retaliated sharply, announcing that their wedding would indeed outshine the Davies’s, and that from this day forward, the Sterling family would cut all business ties with the Davies family. Other influential families were forced to choose sides. Anyone associated with the Davies family would be blacklisted. The comments section buzzed. Some questioned if I was just a rebound, dumped by Dax. Others called Noah a “rebound guy.” Still others bet that the Sterling wedding would surely be smaller, given they only had one night to prepare. I sneered, put away my phone, and continued packing my belongings from Dax’s villa. It wasn’t that these things were particularly valuable, but the thought of any item I had used remaining in Dax’s house just made my skin crawl. While I was busy, Holly suddenly burst in with some of Dax’s housekeepers. “Audrey, you have so much stuff.” “But since you’re marrying into the Sterling family, you don’t need all this, right?” “Dax said his villa can’t have anything that doesn’t belong to the Davies family. So, including you, I’ve had them help throw everything out.” 3 As she spoke, she waved her hand, and the housekeepers immediately began carelessly tossing my cosmetics, clothes, and jewelry. Even my intimate apparel was strewn everywhere. I watched Holly’s performance with a cold gaze. The items themselves weren’t worth much, but the humiliation? I would ensure he paid for it a hundredfold, sooner or later. “Holly.” “Do you know what you look like right now?” “Like a wild dog that stole a bone.” Though we were sisters, strictly speaking, I had practically raised Holly. She’d been my shadow for twenty years, and I’d protected her for twenty years. What had I done wrong for her to hate me so deeply, without a shred of mercy? Holly’s smile froze. “In the Davies house, daring to curse the Davies’s mistress? Guards! Throw her out!” Two housekeepers stepped forward, grabbing me roughly and dragging me towards the exit. Just then, the front doors of Dax’s villa burst open. Noah Sterling charged in with over a dozen bodyguards in black suits. Seeing my intimate apparel scattered on the floor, his usually gentle face instantly contorted with rage. “Audrey’s belongings? Do you really think you can just toss them around?!” “Anyone who dares to touch another item, I’ll break their limbs!” The Davies’s housekeepers froze, daring not to move. At that moment, Dax Davies also appeared with a dozen men. He looked at Noah and me, sneering, “Noah, marrying discarded trash I’ve slept with, and you’re still this arrogant? Anyone would think I’m the one marrying Audrey, that piece of trash!” Ten years of my life, my first love, and he so casually humiliated me. “Dax Davies,” I stared at him coldly. “You will regret everything you’ve done today.” Dax dismissed me with a sneer. “Trash, do you really think siding with the Sterling family will allow you to go against me? The Davies family’s position in the city’s elite…” “Position?” I suddenly laughed. “Everyone in the city’s elite knows that your Davies family is just a lapdog I casually raised.” “Now, get on your knees and beg me, and I might just make you disappear from the elite circles, sparing the Davies family. Otherwise…” Dax arrogantly lifted his head. “Looks like you’re too heartbroken, starting to talk nonsense. In my eyes, your Sterling family is just a clown. And you, Audrey Ruo, are an ant. Get out of here, fast! You’re the ones who will disappear from the elite circles!” Noah leaned closer, taking my hand. “Forget it, Audrey. You protected him too well, that’s why he knows nothing. Let that fool be happy for now. Tomorrow, he’ll see how he dies!” The Sterling family mansion was lit up all night, with everyone bustling to prepare for the next day’s wedding. Dax Davies, despite his bluster, didn’t dare to slack either. He urgently increased his wedding budget, demanding everything be as extravagant as possible. The Sterling family even specifically booked their wedding hotel at the same location as the Davies family. This spectacle spread across the entire internet. The city’s paparazzi and influencers flocked to the hotel street by 4 AM, ready to livestream. The next day, when I woke up, Noah was already dressed in a tailored suit, looking like a prince from a storybook. “Audrey, everything is ready. We can leave now.” “I promise, today, the Davies family will lose face completely!” The wedding motorcade set off for the hotel street—a solid line of stretch limousines that seemed to stretch endlessly, along with countless other luxury cars. The Sterling and Davies motorcades met on the street in front of the hotel, turning the entire road into a parking lot. Since neither lead car would yield, no one could drive forward. Dax Davies’s Rolls-Royce blocked the middle of the road. He rolled down his window and smirked at me. “Audrey Ruo, can’t compete with the Davies family, so you’re playing childish games like this traffic jam?” “Guests will be arriving in twenty minutes. You wouldn’t want the entire city’s elite to laugh at both families, would you?” “I advise you to be smart. I might consider being more lenient with you in the future!” I didn’t even look at him. Instead, I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Five minutes. Get all the Davies family’s people to clear out.” Dax thought I was talking to him and cursed, “Are you crazy? My Davies family will retreat just because you say so? Who do you think you are?!” However, it didn’t even take five minutes. The very next second, the phones of all the Davies motorcade drivers suddenly rang, simultaneously. They answered one by one, their faces draining of color. One bald driver immediately started backing his car up. Dax raged, “Are you trying to die?! What are you doing?!” The driver called out to Dax, “Mr. Davies, I’m so sorry, my mother just got admitted to the hospital. I have to go back…” He sped off before finishing his sentence. Then came the second car, the third, even Dax’s own driver turned to them and said, “Mr. Davies, Mrs. Davies, if you could both please step out. I just got a call from the hospital; my wife’s in labor and there are complications, I really have to go…” Holly shrieked in anger, “You wouldn’t dare! This is the lead car! If you leave, what about my wedding?!” But the driver didn’t care. He had already started the car and was backing away. Dax, seeing the situation was dire, had no choice but to get out with Holly, watching his car drive away. The Davies motorcade, which had been so bustling moments ago, instantly vanished. This scene was captured by an influencer on the roadside and immediately went viral. “OMG! You guys, when those phones rang, it was like something out of a movie! The scale was insane!” “Looking at this, the Sterlings are seriously powerful. The Davies family seems like nothing?!” “You have no idea! Only one person in this city’s elite can pull off something like this! The powerful Ms. Ruo, whom no one dares to offend!” Dax Davies also realized it. He gritted his teeth, glaring at me. “Audrey Ruo, when did you get involved with Ms. Ruo?! This is too much! No mercy at all? Aren’t you afraid the Davies family will fight you to the death?!” 4 “Audrey Ruo, tell me the truth. What tactics did you use to convince the powerful Ms. Ruo?” Dax was still bothered by it. When we were together, he didn’t know my identity. He often said he would definitely gain Ms. Ruo’s appreciation in the future. Back then, I found him somewhat endearing.

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I was born with a unique crimson mark between my brows, a sign of a rare and profound destiny. To save Marcus Thorne, the frail, only heir of the Thorne family, I used the power of my crimson birthmark to ward off his misfortunes. He not only recovered completely but also rose to become the top business magnate in the city’s elite circles. He called me his destined ‘crimson mark,’ the irreplaceable one meant for him. Everyone in the elite circles said I was the happiest woman alive. But in our third year of marriage, he became utterly obsessed with a college student. She wore a delicate, moon-white lace dress, with a striking painted crimson dot between her brows, smiling at him like a blossoming flower. That single image mesmerized Marcus, making him completely forget me, who had dedicated countless hours praying and seeking blessings for him every single day. He pursued her relentlessly and finally, after she became pregnant, he brought his new love home. When I confronted him, he casually said, “You can understand my desire for a child, Elara. You owe me this.” I didn’t cry or make a scene, because I knew he wouldn’t live much longer. In just one month, the power of my crimson mark would no longer be able to contain his fate. Once the fetus fully formed, his destiny would violently turn against him… … My phone screen buzzed with breaking news headlines popping up one after another. # Elite’s New Money King, Marcus Thorne, and His Co-ed Spotted at Hospital! # # CONFIRMED!!! Marcus Thorne’s College Girlfriend Is Pregnant! # The kitchen knife in my hand clattered to the floor. My foot instantly bled, a gash gaping open on my instep. The maids rushed over, one stemming the blood while shouting for the driver to take me to the hospital. “Madam, the cut is too deep, you must get it treated at the hospital.” “Don’t worry, I’ll have dinner ready on time. It won’t delay your and Mr. Thorne’s third wedding anniversary celebration tonight.” I looked at the dishes laid out on the counter, all Marcus’s favorites, and a self-deprecating smile touched my lips. My eyes burned, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. “No need.” I stood up and headed to the hospital. Due to an anesthesia allergy, I bit down hard, enduring the pain as the doctor stitched up my wound. Then my phone suddenly rang. I answered, and Lila Monroe’s sobbing voice came through the receiver. “Elara, you need to come to Metropolitan Medical Center now.” Marcus’s voice was filled with frantic urgency. A calling number echoed through the hospital lobby. The voice on the other end paused, then spoke again. “You’re at the hospital?” “Perfect. Hurry up and come to the eighth floor. We’re here.” He hung up before I could say a word. Looking at the disconnected call, my heart went cold and trembled. When did his eyes stop seeing me? Having endured years of suffering from illness, he knew the agony of pain all too well. That’s why he was always so protective, couldn’t bear to see me hurt in the slightest. Once, when my high heels chafed my skin, he spared no expense, hiring the world’s most renowned designers just to create custom-fit shoes for me. And now, hearing I was in the hospital, he only thought about how quickly I could come to their rescue. I closed my eyes, quietly considering my options. My promise to Eleanor was fulfilled. Since Marcus no longer needed me, it was time for me to make my exit. As I struggled to force my injured foot into my shoe, several urgent messages already popped up on my phone. As soon as I reached the eighth floor, I saw security guards blocking a crowd of reporters at one end of the corridor. When they saw me appear, everyone swarmed towards me frantically. “Mrs. Thorne, what are your thoughts on Mr. Thorne’s affair with a college student?” “Mrs. Thorne, are you here to catch him in the act?” “Mrs. Thorne, is your foot injured because of Mr. Thorne?” “Mrs. Thorne…” My heart felt like it was seized by a giant hand, and pain instantly assaulted every part of my body, leaving me breathless. So that was why Marcus wanted me on the eighth floor. To use me as a distraction for the reporters, allowing him to slip away with Lila Monroe. I was packed in so tightly, the flashing lights made me dizzy. Reporters surged forward, pushing and shoving. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. The scene erupted into chaos. In the second before I lost consciousness, I saw Marcus carefully shielding Lila Monroe behind him as they entered another elevator. He didn’t even glance my way. When I woke up again, a sharp pain flared between my brows. My eyes focused, and I realized I was lying in a hospital bed. The worried driver stood beside the bed. “Mr. Thorne said you should rest well. He’ll be over once he’s done with his work.” I scoffed inwardly. Completely absorbed in the joy of impending fatherhood, why would he be distracted by anything else? 2 The high fever plunged me in and out of consciousness. When I truly woke up, three days had passed. The driver had long been called back. Marcus’s chat window on my phone was still stuck on his terse message from three days ago: “Hurry!” My SnapChat was flooded with messages from friends. Only then did I learn that for the past three days, Marcus had booked out a private hospital in the suburbs to care for a startled Lila Monroe, staying by her side constantly. As I turned off my phone, my reflection appeared on the screen. The crimson mark on my forehead had faded even more. After being discharged and returning to the mansion, the main gate stood open. Maids hurried in and out, carrying luggage. Seeing me return, their eyes were filled with pity. It wasn’t until I saw Marcus cooing over Lila Monroe, coaxing her to eat fruit, that I understood where that pity came from. Seeing me enter, Marcus quickly waved me over. “Elara, you’re back just in time. Come tell Lila how good avocado is for pregnant women.” “I’ve been trying to coax her for ages, but she still won’t eat it. You’re the best at persuasion; even I didn’t want to eat it back then until you convinced me.” Yes, once, I gave my all for him. I heard avocado was a superfood, but he couldn’t stand its smell. I patiently coaxed him to eat a little every day, hoping he’d be healthier. But now, he was using the same tactics to coax another woman, completely oblivious to my limping foot. Only sarcasm remained in my heart. Perhaps my expression was too grim, for Marcus paused, then put down the avocado and walked towards me. “Elara, you know I love you deeply, but I really want a child, a child like you and me.” “Look closely at Lila, doesn’t she resemble you?” I stared at him in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing. Marcus’s eyes flickered nervously, then he impatiently said, “I know you’re going to talk about my fate of being childless again, but I don’t believe it. Look, haven’t I found a way now?” I lowered my head and smiled soundlessly. Since you insist on going down this dark path, I won’t stop you. Three years ago, to repay Eleanor Thorne’s kindness, I married Marcus Thorne when he was gravely ill. I used the crimson mark between my brows to seal away his misfortunes, but the cost was my inability to conceive, for he was fated to be childless. If that fate were defied, Marcus would be violently consumed by destiny. “As you wish.” With that, I walked directly upstairs. Next to the master bedroom, my private sanctuary had been emptied and converted into Lila Monroe’s room. The handwritten blessings I’d copied for him, filled with wishes for his well-being, were strewn haphazardly in the corridor, like forgotten trash. For three years, countless days and nights, I had knelt in that sanctuary, copying each stroke for him. Now, I felt like the biggest fool. And so, I truly laughed, tears streaming down my face, uncontrollably. Hearing the noise, Marcus rushed over, carefully shielding Lila Monroe, as if worried I might lash out. “Sister Elara, please don’t be angry, I’ll move my things out right away.” Lila Monroe spoke timidly, already moving to go inside and move her belongings. But Marcus pulled her tightly into his arms, glaring at me with a furious frown. “I told her to stay here. This room gets good sunlight, it’s suitable for a pregnant woman.” I nodded knowingly, wiping away my tears. “I understand!” I tossed all the handwritten blessings into the trash bin and turned to my room. I quickly packed my luggage—just one small suitcase, exactly as it had been when I arrived. I planned to return to my grandmother’s place first thing tomorrow morning. That night, I felt someone gently caressing my forehead, murmuring words in my ear, but I was caught in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up. Suddenly, my phone rang, jolting me awake from my dream. “Elara, your grandmother isn’t well! Come home quickly!” Brenda Miller’s anxious voice came through the phone from my hometown. It was so late; I had no choice but to ask Marcus for help. Crying and frantic, I scrambled up and rushed to knock on the door next door. Finally, Marcus, yawning, emerged from Lila Monroe’s room, his face etched with displeasure. Ignoring his mood, I grabbed his hand, weeping. “Marcus, please, please take me back to my grandmother’s place.” “My grandma is sick.” A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He paused, then turned to settle Lila Monroe. Only then did he grab his car keys to drive me back to my hometown. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled; a heavy rainstorm was clearly brewing. My heart ached with worry for Grandma, leaving me restless. Marcus drove, his hand tightly gripping mine. “Don’t worry too much, Grandma will be fine.” We had barely gotten onto the highway when the torrential rain began to pour. Then Marcus’s phone rang. The Bluetooth automatically connected, filling the car with Lila Monroe’s desperate sobs. “Mr. Thorne, save me! Your grandmother… she’s trying to force me to lose our baby…” 3 A cacophony of voices erupted from the phone, then the call was abruptly cut off. Marcus dialed back repeatedly, but no one answered. He kept redialing, becoming increasingly agitated. I looked at the heavy rain outside, worried about driving safety, and gently warned him, “Everything will be fine. Just focus on driving for now.” As I spoke, Marcus seemed to remember something suddenly. He turned to me, his eyes like shards of ice. “It was you!” “You and Grandma conspired, didn’t you?” “You lured me out, so Grandma could go after Lila.” He slammed on the brakes, stopping the car abruptly in the middle of the highway, speaking through clenched teeth. “What a cunning move you cooked up.” “Elara, how could you be so heartless? And you claim to be some kind of saint, a benevolent soul? How can you not tolerate a small innocent life?” As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed my throat, his eyes bloodshot, demanding answers. He squeezed harder and harder. I couldn’t make a sound, only frantically tried to pull his hand away. Just as I felt I was about to black out, the crimson in his eyes gradually faded. He scoffed and got out of the car. He dragged me, coughing violently, from the passenger seat and threw me onto the highway. “Remember this! I can’t stand being deceived!” With that, he turned, got back into the car, and was about to drive away. I struggled to my feet, desperately hitting the car window, trying to explain. “Marcus, it wasn’t me! I really don’t know anything!” Marcus rolled down the window, his eyes filled with disgust. “You’d better pray Lila is alright, or I swear, I won’t let you off the hook.” He rolled up the window, hit the gas, and did a U-turn right on the highway. I was flung several feet, tumbling along the asphalt, but he didn’t even look back, driving out of my sight. My phone was still in his car. Standing on the highway without a penny to my name, I was filled with despair. I tried to flag down passing cars, but no one dared to stop for a disheveled woman on a stormy highway at night. Helpless, I limped for five hours, dragging my bruised body, until I finally reached the nearest service area. With the help of the police, I finally made it back to my grandmother’s place. But in the end, I never saw Grandma one last time. I quietly handled Grandma’s funeral arrangements alone. To everyone’s questions about “why the grandson-in-law didn’t return,” I simply smiled. I bought a new phone in town. The moment I inserted the SIM card, messages started pouring in. Two unread messages from Marcus’s profile picture. Every single word pierced my heart. “Good thing Lila is okay. You should learn your lesson, and stop complaining to Grandma.” “Lila is young, and she’s been through a lot of fright this time. I’ll come back to see Grandma after I’ve calmed her down.” I blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from falling. I glanced at Grandma’s portrait in the living room, then replied directly with, “No need.” My phone rang. “Eleanor Thorne” flashed across the screen. “Elara, I just heard about your grandmother…” “I’m so sorry, Elara, and I’m so sorry for your grandma too!” Eleanor Thorne’s voice, full of remorse, came through the phone. Tears fell like broken pearls, impossible to wipe away. I choked out, “Eleanor, please, just let me go. Grant me this freedom.” “Elara, you can’t give up on Marcus! He truly won’t survive without you.” “I know he acted like a jerk and hurt you. But don’t worry, I’ll fix this mistake quickly.” I let out a soft laugh. “It’s too late.” I had counted the days. In three days, the fetus would be three months old. It was the seventh day since Grandma’s passing, and according to tradition, Grandma’s ashes were to be enshrined at The Serenity Monastery atop the mountain. It happened to be the monastery’s monthly communal prayer and meditation session, so the place was bustling. I saw Marcus, whom I hadn’t seen in days. He was standing among the college volunteer group, carefully protecting Lila Monroe, who was doing volunteer work. 4 He held an umbrella over her to shield her from the sun, periodically offered her water, and gently wiped the sweat from her temples. The surrounding students cast envious glances at them. Whispers filled the air. “Wow, he’s the epitome of a good man. I want to find a man like that someday.” “Lila Monroe is so lucky. Even if she’s the other woman, I hear she’s about to become the official wife.” “He’s such a great catch, I’d be willing to be the other woman too.” … I shook my head, carrying Grandma’s urn into the main hall. After the ceremony, as I prepared to place Grandma’s urn in the columbarium, A pair of hands suddenly reached out. Before I could even see who it was, I felt my hand lighten, Then I heard Lila Monroe shriek. *Crash!* The urn hit the ground with a heavy thud, shattering into pieces, and the grey-white ashes scattered everywhere. “I’m so sorry! I… I’m so sorry!” “I just wanted to help, I’ll clean it up right away.” Lila Monroe frantically tried to scoop up the ashes, only making a bigger mess. I trembled with rage, unable to bear it any longer. I slapped her across the face. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Lila Monroe clutched her cheek, looking utterly wronged. “I didn’t!” “The columbarium is part of my volunteer duties today, I just wanted to help! How could you just hit me?” Marcus appeared from somewhere, pulling the tear-streaked Lila Monroe into his embrace. His eyes, when he looked at me, were like shards of ice. “So what if an urn got broken? Was it really worth hitting someone over it?” I snapped my head up, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably. Heartbreak and despair surged through me again. “So what if an urn got broken?” “Marcus Thorne, are you even human?” Marcus clearly flinched. In three years of marriage, I had never said a harsh word to him, always gentle and poised. Perhaps my gaze had startled him. He softened his tone slightly. “Lila didn’t mean it.” “I can pay for it!” With that, he pulled out his checkbook from his inner suit pocket, and with a flourish, he signed a number and handed it to me. “Is that enough?” Looking at the check he offered, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. Seeing me hesitate to take it, he frowned slightly, then tore off another check and wrote a new number. “Not enough?” His tone was so cold, as if he were merely discussing a business transaction. “What about this then?” The amounts grew larger and larger, but my heart grew colder and colder. Finally, I took the last check, and with all my strength, I said, “It’s enough.” Not just this check was enough… *We*, were enough! With that, I turned to clean up the ashes, but before I could, Marcus’s icy voice came from behind me. “Stop.” I paused, raising my eyes to him. “I’ve paid for the urn. Now it’s your turn to apologize!” I stared at him, my voice trembling as I said, “What if I don’t?” Marcus pulled Lila Monroe’s wrist, “Don’t be afraid. Hit her back.” My pupils constricted. Before I could react, I saw Marcus’s well-defined knuckles wrap around Lila’s hand, swiftly swinging towards me. *Slap!* My cheek stung, burning hot all the way to my scalp. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart, which felt like a gaping hole, hollow and whistling with wind. Marcus tenderly wiped away Lila Monroe’s tears with his thumb. “Feel better now?” After hearing Lila’s tearful “Mm,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to leave. A sharp pain shot through my forehead, and a wave of dizziness swept over me. I collapsed weakly to the ground. In the distance, Marcus suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning ashen. 5 When I woke again, I was lying in a meditation room at the monastery, the pain in my forehead making me frown. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table. On the screen, the crimson mark on my forehead had faded to barely visible.

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My mom is a Forbes-listed billionaire, constantly traveling, almost impossible to pin down. My dad was her “supportive partner behind the scenes,” the one who raised me. He always claimed my mom looked down on us, seeing us as small-town people, only sending $120 a month for my expenses, calling us ungrateful dogs. Because of that, I absolutely hated her. Until my mom suddenly appeared on my college campus, frowning as she pointed at the cafeteria food and asked: “I send you $30,000 every month. Is *this* all you eat?” … My phone screen lit up. It was a bank text notification. [Robert Miller transferred $120.00 to your account ending in XXXX.] One hundred twenty dollars. The number felt like a needle, sharply piercing my already strained nerves. I put my phone down. My stomach was churning with an empty, aching cramp. To save money, I’d only eaten one meal yesterday. This $120 had to last me a whole thirty days. My roommate, Mia, leaned over to peek and immediately spoke up for me. “Skylar, is your mom made of stone? What can $120 do in a big city like ours?” “I grabbed a bubble tea yesterday, and it was over five bucks! Is she just trying to get rid of you?” As she spoke, she casually picked up a bottle of imported skincare from her desk. That tiny serum alone cost over $150. I managed a smile that was more like a grimace. She didn’t get it. My high-and-mighty mom probably *did* think we were just beggars. My mind was filled with my dad’s “helpless” face. From childhood, he’d always whispered in my ear. “Skylar, your mom is a city person. Deep down, she looks down on us small-town folk.” “She doesn’t think much of me, and even less of you, and your sickly Uncle Paul, and your elderly Grandma Rose and Grandpa Arthur.” “Every time I go to her, begging her to let you have a better life, how does she humiliate me? She says our Miller family is a bunch of ungrateful parasites, leeches trying to suck her dry.” Those words were like poisoned seeds, taking root deep inside me and festering. My phone rang. It was my dad. “Skylar…” His voice sounded tired. “This month… still $120.” “I begged her, I really got on my knees and begged her, but your mom said not a penny more.” He paused, then added, “It’s all Dad’s fault for being useless, making you suffer like this with me.” Anger and heartbreak surged within me. It wasn’t his fault! He had already endured too much humiliation from that woman for my sake! A grown man, reduced to begging on his knees for his daughter’s allowance—how much courage did that take? “Dad, don’t talk like that!” I urgently cut him off. “I can find a part-time job at school. I can support myself!” “Good girl…” On the other end of the line, his voice choked up. “Just don’t starve yourself, okay?” I hung up the phone. The dorm room was eerily quiet. I pulled out a two-day-old loaf of white bread from my drawer, tore open the package, and took a huge, desperate bite. It was dry and hard, almost impossible to swallow. My phone lit up again. It was a message from the class group chat about a get-together. Everyone was chatting excitedly. [Tonight we’re celebrating Ryan’s birthday! Karaoke and late-night eats at our usual spot, don’t miss it!] [I heard we’re going to that new Japanese place. It’s like $50 per person, minimum!] [It’s Dutch, by the way! But for Ryan, let’s all go big!] Jessica, the class belle, even tagged everyone specifically. [@everyone, come on out! No excuses tonight! Nobody’s allowed to miss this!] I flipped my phone face down on the table, trying to shut out their world. But the next second, Jessica tagged me precisely. [@Skylar Miller, Skylar, you should come too. It’s Ryan’s birthday, you can’t miss it! You’re usually so low-key, tonight you really need to come and have some fun!] My fists clenched. Fifty dollars. For them, it was just a regular dinner out. For me, it was ten days’ worth of living expenses. I picked up my phone, my fingertip hovering over the screen, typing and deleting, typing and deleting again. Finally, I left just one line: [Sorry, I have a part-time job tonight, so I can’t make it. Happy Birthday, Ryan!] It was a lie. But I had no choice. I was too poor to go. I quietly turned off the screen, retreating into the darkness of my own world. All the normal joys of college life had nothing to do with me. That night, I had a dream. My mother, who only existed on the pages of financial magazines, looked down on my father, who lay crumpled on the ground where she’d pushed him. “Robert Miller, you and your small-town daughter are just two pathetic, tail-wagging dogs!” 2 A few days later, a poster for a distinguished alumni lecture appeared on the school’s bulletin board. The name Vivienne Sullivan was boldly printed in the center. My mind buzzed, and I turned to leave instantly. But Mia grabbed my arm, screaming excitedly: “Skylar, look! It’s Vivienne Sullivan! The real-life Forbes billionaire!” “Oh my god, we actually get to see her in person! I heard she makes billions a year!” “Yeah, yeah! My mom worships her as an inspiration; her pictures are plastered all over our house!” Another roommate joined us, her eyes sparkling. They dragged me along, pushing and shoving me into the packed lecture hall. Vivienne stood on the stage. Dressed in a sharp, elegant business suit, she spoke clearly and logically about business strategy and future trends. She was completely different from the hysterical, mean-spirited woman my dad described. A strange unease began to stir in my heart. After the lecture, the college leadership swarmed her, surrounding her in the center. I blended into the crowd, head down, just wanting to slip away quickly. “Skylar Miller.” The entire hall instantly went silent. Hundreds of eyes swiveled to stare at me. There was nowhere to hide. I just stood there, frozen. She ignored everyone else and walked directly to me. “Come with me.” She pulled me out of the lecture hall. The whispers from the crowd surged around me like a tide. “Oh my god, is she Ms. Sullivan’s daughter?” “No way, look at what she’s wearing. Is that from a discount store?” “If she really is her daughter, how is she so broke?” Those words were sharper than knives, cutting me deeply. I clenched my fists, saying nothing. She took me to the cafeteria, right during lunch rush. I braced myself and got my food: the usual, a serving of greens and a small portion of white rice, totaling about $1.50. She frowned, looking at the meager greens and white rice on my tray. “I send you $30,000 every month. Is *this* all you eat?” Thirty thousand? Those words exploded in my mind. “What… what $30,000?” My voice trembled uncontrollably. I’d only ever received $120! My mom paused, surprised. “I transfer $30,000 to you on the 15th of every month.” She turned her phone screen towards me. There were dense, detailed transfer records, each for $30,000, with my dad’s name as the recipient. My world completely collapsed. My hands and feet turned ice cold, my mind a total blank. Where did all that money go? “Your dad didn’t give it to you?” My mom looked at me, confused. I forced myself to compose, managing a stiff smile. “Dad told me all about it. The money was received.” The moment the lie left my lips, I saw the tension in my mom’s furrowed brow visibly ease. “Skylar, it’s my fault. I’ve been so busy all these years, I could only try to make it up to you with money.” “Oh, and by the way,” she added casually, “The sports car I gave you for your eighteenth birthday, why don’t I ever see you driving it? Your dad said you didn’t like it, so I didn’t ask further.” A car? Another thing I’d never heard of. I squeezed my hands, hidden in my pockets, trying desperately to stay calm. “Driving at school… it’s too flashy, I don’t want to drive it right now, and parking is a hassle.” I threw out a random excuse, just wanting to escape. After saying goodbye to my mom, I practically ran back to my dorm. I slammed the door shut, leaning back against it, my body sliding uncontrollably to the floor. Trembling, I found the number in my contacts that I’d never dialed before. “Mom.” The call was answered almost instantly. “Skylar?” I bit down hard on my lower lip, forcing myself to speak. “Mom, I… I need to ask you for some money? It’s urgent.” There wasn’t a hint of hesitation from her. “Okay, how much do you need?” “F-five… five thousand.” I blurted out a number I barely dared to imagine. “I’ll transfer it to you right away.” “Mom, I’ll give you a new card number. Send it there.” “No problem.” Less than ten seconds after hanging up, my phone vibrated. A text notification: $7,500, instantly deposited. The message attached said: “If it’s not enough, just tell me, don’t hold back.” I stared at the words, tears streaming down my face. Was this… the mom I’d hated for eighteen years? I wiped away my tears, then with trembling fingers, opened another chat window. I took a deep breath and typed a line: “Dad, I urgently need some money. Can you please beg Mom for me again?” His reply was as quick as always. “You know your mom’s temper, don’t you? She won’t give it. Skylar, you need to learn to solve problems yourself.” “My begging her will only make her look down on us more.” “Don’t think about it anymore, Dad can’t help.” I stared at the words on the screen, my blood turning to ice. For eighteen years, I’d been a fool, completely manipulated by him. Using the money my mom had just transferred, I hired the most professional private investigator online. My goal was simple. My dad, Robert Miller’s, bank statements for all his accounts. 3 At 2 AM, I opened the encrypted file. Every month on the 15th, a transfer of $30,000 arrived promptly from my mom’s company account. And every month on the 16th, an amount of $29,880 was transferred out, like clockwork. The recipient’s name was Paul Miller. My very own uncle, the one my dad described as “sickly” and “bedridden for years”! One hundred twenty dollars. So my $120 allowance, Was what my dad and his dear brother scraped from between their teeth and deigned to give me. No wonder my cousin, Brandon, drove a sports car and wore designer clothes at such a young age. No wonder every time I went back to my hometown, Grandma Rose and Grandpa Arthur looked at me with scorn and disdain. They must have thought I was a pathetic waste, only fit to receive $120. And my dad, Robert Miller, was the hero of their Miller family. A great hero who endured humiliation to swindle wealth and luxury from his “wicked” wife for their family! I stared at the bank statement report, my heart feeling like it had been thrown into an ice-cold well. I dragged the file to the trash and permanently shredded it. The next day, it happened to be the 16th. My dad’s call came in right on time: “Skylar, you got the money, right? Spend it carefully, don’t buy anything frivolous.” “Got it, Dad,” I squeezed out, forcing my voice to sound small. “You had to beg her for me again. You really work so hard.” On the other end, I heard a satisfied sigh. “As long as you’re doing well, it’s worth any humiliation Dad has to endure.” I hung up, then expressionlessly clicked on my cousin Brandon’s social media. His latest post showed him grinning smugly in a brand-new Porsche Cayenne. The caption read: “Thanks to my uncle, he pulled off another huge deal! Legend!” Below it was a string of likes and nauseating compliments from our Miller family relatives. Auntie Clara: “Robert is truly the pillar of our Miller family! So successful!” Uncle Mark: “Our Miller family owes so much to Robert! Enduring humiliation, all for our family!” The suppressed hatred in my chest erupted like a volcano. I immediately called my dad back. “Dad, the school… there’s an overseas exchange opportunity, it’s really amazing, but it requires a $45,000 security deposit.” I tried to make my voice tremble. “Dad, this might be the only chance for our Miller family to truly hold our heads high! I don’t want to miss it!” I sniffled, performing the urgent and helpless tone to perfection. He exploded immediately, just as I expected: “$45,000?! Skylar Miller, have you gone crazy with all that studying?” “Where am I supposed to get you $45,000? That woman will kill me! She won’t give a single cent!” I dug my nails into my palms, trying to keep my voice steady. “But… I heard from a friend that for things like this, if it’s for the child’s good, moms usually support it…” I deliberately paused, then added: “Oh, by the way, last time Ms. Sullivan… my mom was at school, she gave me her new private number. She said I could call her directly if it was urgent.” “Maybe… I’ll just ask her myself? Maybe if she’s happy, she’ll agree?” The phone line went dead silent. One second. Two seconds. Even his breathing disappeared. Then, my dad’s voice, frantic and distorted: “No! Skylar! Absolutely not!” “Don’t go and humiliate yourself! You don’t know what kind of person your mom is! She’ll utterly humiliate you!” “Don’t worry about the money! I’ll figure something out! I’ll sell everything we own! I’ll get down on my knees and beg her!” “Wait for my news! Don’t you dare contact her yourself!” I listened to his rambling, incoherent rant without a word, until he hung up. Half an hour later, my phone vibrated. It was a text from my dad: [Skylar, I’ll find a way for the money. Just don’t contact your mom, otherwise, our father-daughter relationship will truly be over.] I looked at the word “over” and chuckled. No, Dad. *You* are over. 4

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I was in the middle of a crucial international conference when my younger brother’s call suddenly broke through. His voice on the other end was strained, tinged with a tremor, “Alex, someone stole my exchange student spot…” I rushed to the university, finding my brother cornered against the office wall, his eyes red-rimmed. A flashy jerk was pointing a finger at his nose, his face a mask of disdain. “Trying to compete with me? I’m Jaxon Hayes, from the influential Vance family of Sterlingwood City! My mom just donated an entire lab building to the university! Who do you even think you are?” Even Professor Davis, the course instructor nearby, chimed in, clearly siding with him: “Leo, Jaxon is the son of an important donor to our university. Just be sensible, don’t cause any more trouble for everyone.” I was about to step forward and argue, but the words “Vance family heir” stopped me cold. The Vance family of Sterlingwood? Since when did my mom have a third son besides me and Leo? I immediately dialed my mom’s number, a cold scoff on my lips. “Mom, when did you have another son behind Dad’s back?”

“What are you talking about?!” On the other end, my mom, Eleanor Montgomery, sounded caught between tears and laughter at the accusation. “Alex, you’re teasing me again. Besides you and your brother, where would I have any other sons in this life?” Hearing her firm denial, my suspicion instantly melted away. It made sense. My mom was famous throughout the city’s elite circles as the epitome of a devoted wife and doting mother. Her thirty years of unwavering devotion and tenderness toward my father, Richard Montgomery, made her “the kind of wife other high-society women were measured against.” It wasn’t news when women in our circle had affairs or kept toy boys, but everyone was certain Eleanor Montgomery would never be involved in such a scandal. “It better be that way,” I said coldly, hanging up the phone. I looked up at the arrogant blonde-haired punk. He was dressed in designer streetwear, his accessories piled on haphazardly, reeking of tacky nouveau riche. I reined in my anger, asking calmly, “Did you just say you’re a Vance family heir?” “Oh, another one? What, did the little one call in the big one?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I’m Jaxon Hayes, the Vance family heir from Sterlingwood! What, got a problem with that?” “Oh. I get it, you’re trying to cling to our connections! Let me tell you, it’s too late! Besides my family, how many other Vance families in Sterlingwood are wealthy enough to be called an elite family? You two are just unsophisticated fools!” He finished, then turned to my brother, malice practically oozing from his tone: “Leo Montgomery, what good is your perfect GPA? What good is all that hard work, all that preparation for a year? My mom says one word, donates one building, and all your effort is worthless crap!” My brother lowered his head further, his knuckles white from gripping his fists so tightly. Seeing my brother’s subdued demeanor, I instantly understood. This Jaxon Hayes had probably been bullying my brother at school for a while. My dad always preferred to keep a low profile and wanted us to make our own way in the world. So, my brother and I were always discreet outside, never revealing our true background. Leo was especially introverted, pouring all his energy into his studies. I never thought this discretion would become a weakness others could easily trample on. I gently pulled my brother behind me, my gaze returning to Jaxon Hayes’s face, my voice chilling. “To my knowledge, all the application materials for the exchange student program, including the partner university’s approval, have already completed the process. Changing candidates now wouldn’t be by the rules, would it?” “Rules?” Jaxon Hayes sneered. He triumphantly pulled a stack of documents from his bag and waved them in front of me. “Are you talking about this? Leo Montgomery’s application materials? My apologies, but I held them back. They were never submitted!”

He smiled brightly, but his words were utterly vicious: “So, the final list the university submitted only had my name, Jaxon Hayes, from beginning to end. What good is all his preparation if it was never even seen?” With that, right in front of my face, he tore that stack of papers—the culmination of my brother’s countless nights of blood, sweat, and tears—into two! “Alex!” Leo cried out, his eyes instantly turning red. I watched those paper fragments flutter to the ground, and a surge of furious anger shot to my head. I’d seen shameless people, but never anyone so brazenly shameless! “You!” I was so angry my blood boiled, and a vein throbbed in my temple. “Me what, me what?” Jaxon Hayes casually threw the shredded papers onto the floor, grinding them with the tip of his shoe, a look of vindictive pleasure on his face. “Annoyed? If you’re annoyed, go tell your mom to donate a building to the school! Oh, I forgot, you paupers wouldn’t have that kind of money!” My temples pulsed with rage, and I clenched my fists. Professor Davis, who stood beside him, immediately sided with him: “Sir, the matter is quite clear. Jaxon Hayes’s mother has donated an entire lab building to our university, making a tremendous contribution to the school’s research development.” “After careful consideration, the university has decided to award the exchange student spot to the more suitable candidate, Jaxon Hayes.” That sycophantic grin on his face made my stomach churn. “Professor Davis, is it?” I turned to him, my gaze piercing. “My brother, Leo Montgomery, achieved the top GPA in his entire year for this exchange spot, participated in a research project that won a national gold medal, and has a near-perfect IELTS score.” “Please tell me, what does this ‘more suitable’ Jaxon Hayes have?” Professor Davis stumbled over his words, his face flushing crimson. Jaxon Hayes suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh: “What do I have? I have my mom! My mom is the matriarch of the Vance family, the CEO of Starlink Technologies! Having money is enough! Understand?” Starlink Technologies? Matriarch of the Vance family? I listened to every word that tumbled from his mouth, a cold scoff almost escaping my lips. The true power behind Starlink Technologies now wasn’t Eleanor Montgomery. “The Vance family of Starlink Technologies?” I feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow, my tone laced with confusion. “I think I’ve heard of them. A very powerful family, indeed. But how come I didn’t know the Vance family had a son named Jaxon Hayes?” My calm demeanor and skepticism clearly caught Jaxon Hayes off guard. In his mind, an ordinary person hearing the names “Starlink Technologies” and “Vance family” would either show reverence or obsequiousness. They certainly wouldn’t react with my probing curiosity. He paused, then bristled with indignation: “Who do you think you are, an outsider who needs to know about our Vance family affairs?” Professor Davis beside him immediately put on a stern face and lectured me: “Sir, please watch your words! Jaxon Hayes’s identity has been verified by the university. You are not permitted to spread baseless rumors and cause a scene here!”

“Verified?” I chuckled. “How was it verified? By his own word alone?” “Of course not!” Professor Davis pushed up his glasses, a haughty look on his face. “Jaxon Hayes’s mother, Ms. Eleanor Vance, personally spoke with our Principal over the phone, confirming the donation and Jaxon Hayes’s enrollment arrangements. Could Ms. Vance’s own words be false?” Hearing my mom’s name spoken by this man sent a sudden chill through my heart. On the phone just now, my mom’s reaction hadn’t seemed like an act. But now, the university professor was insisting with absolute certainty that she had personally confirmed it. Where exactly did things go wrong? Could it be… my mom was really lying to me? I looked at my brother’s pale face; he was clutching my sleeve tightly, his body trembling slightly with suppressed anger. I immediately shook off those wild guesses. This wasn’t the time for overthinking. No matter what, I couldn’t let my brother suffer this humiliation. I pulled out my phone and directly dialed the Board of Trustees. “I don’t care who you are, but what you tore up today wasn’t just an application. “You personally destroyed your eligibility to attend this university,” I said, staring at him, enunciating each word. “I’m calling the Board of Trustees right now to handle this. I want to see which holds more weight: your so-called donation, or the university’s rules!” Jaxon Hayes and Professor Davis’s faces changed simultaneously. They clearly hadn’t expected me, an ordinary-looking person, to have direct contact with the Board of Trustees. The members of the Board were wealthy and influential; ordinary people couldn’t reach them. Sweat started to bead on Professor Davis’s forehead. He wanted to snatch my phone but didn’t dare. Jaxon Hayes was both shocked and enraged. He was used to throwing his weight around campus, relying on his supposed status as a Vance family heir. He’d never tolerated such defiance. “You wouldn’t dare!” he yelled. “Who do you think you are, threatening me? Just you wait!” He glared at me viciously, pulled out his own phone, and rapidly punched in a number. When the call connected, Jaxon Hayes started wailing: “Dad, I’m being bullied! Right here in the university office! Get over here now! There are two arrogant jerks trying to steal my exchange student spot, you need to come back me up!” After hanging up, he seemed to regain his confidence, becoming smug and defiant again. “Just wait! My dad will be here any minute! When he arrives, I’m going to make both of you kneel and beg me!” Professor Davis looked troubled, glancing between Jaxon Hayes and us, wringing his hands, wanting to intervene but not daring to speak. I watched coolly, my faint trust in my mom starting to waver again. If this Jaxon Hayes had no connection to our family, where did he get the confidence to be so arrogant? If there wasn’t someone backing him up, I’d eat my hat. My brother tugged at my sleeve, whispering, “Alex, maybe… let’s just drop it. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” I patted his hand, my voice firm: “This isn’t your fault, and it’s certainly not trouble. What’s ours, no one gets to take!” Just as my words fell, a man in a garish suit burst into the office.

The man’s eyes were shrewd and calculating, with a hint of vulgarity. “Jaxon! My precious son! Who dared to bully you?!” The moment he entered, the man rushed to Jaxon Hayes’s side, checking him over from head to toe, as if his son had suffered some unimaginable grievance. Jaxon Hayes, seeing his backup arrive, immediately pointed at me and my brother, embellishing the story with malicious glee: “Dad! It’s these two! This Leo Montgomery insists on taking my exchange student spot, and his brother is helping him, saying our Vance family doesn’t follow the rules!” At that, the man’s eyes widened instantly. “How dare they! In Sterlingwood City, someone actually dares to say our Vance family doesn’t follow the rules?” He scrutinized me from head to toe, his tone full of contempt. “My son setting his sights on this spot is your good fortune! What’s our family’s standing? And who are you? What do you have to compete with us?” He paused, his voice suddenly rising, filled with a mix of boastfulness and intimidation: “Do you know who I am? I’m Victor Hayes, husband to Eleanor Vance, the CEO of Starlink Technologies, Sterlingwood’s wealthiest woman! My son is the Vance family’s only heir! If you dare bully my son, you’re going against the entire Starlink Technologies! Know your place!” “Sterlingwood’s wealthiest… husband?” I looked at this completely unfamiliar face before me, and the cloud of doubt in my heart grew heavier. I didn’t recognize this man at all. My father, Richard Montgomery, was a military man; his posture was upright, and his demeanor was composed. He always disliked flashy attire and would never speak with such vulgar, thuggish language. Could it be… my mom really was keeping a toy boy outside? The thought sent a chill through me. The man continued, his voice harsh: “I’m making it clear right now!” He pointed at my brother, giving Professor Davis an order: “This exchange student spot absolutely belongs to my son, Jaxon Hayes! Anyone who dares to object is going against our entire Vance family!” “I order both of you to apologize to me and my son immediately!” Jaxon Hayes, holding his father’s arm, looked at us with malicious glee, adding fuel to the fire: “Dad, is just an apology enough? They were so arrogant just now; they should kneel and apologize!” The man patted his son’s shoulder with satisfaction and nodded: “Jaxon’s right. Kneel and apologize. Otherwise, this isn’t over today!” “You wish!” My brother trembled with rage. Though introverted, he had an unyielding stubbornness deep down. “Fine! Still tough, huh?” Jaxon Hayes was provoked. He pulled out his phone and made another call. “Mom! You need to get to the university right now! Dad and I are being bullied terribly! If you don’t come soon, your husband and son will be trampled underfoot!” He hung up, a look of assured triumph on Jaxon Hayes’s face. About ten minutes later, the office door was violently flung open. Seeing the person who entered, my brother and I froze in place.

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My sister smashed the necklace the CEO had given her. “Who needs your cheap stuff? Don’t you dare insult me! I’m nothing like those gold-digging opportunists who cling to power!” Standing by, I crouched down to pick up the broken pieces. The CEO kicked my outstretched hand. “Get her to wear it, and I’ll pay for your dad’s medical bills.” My sister glared at me. “You’re truly pathetic, Lily. So desperate for money and status, sucking up to rich people like this?” But if I missed this chance, my dad’s surgery costs would be completely out of reach. I stubbornly held out the necklace to my sister. She closed her eyes, a picture of haughty arrogance. I didn’t manage to get her to wear the necklace. But the CEO still paid for Dad’s medical expenses. From that day on, both my sister and I were tied to Julian. But we were worlds apart. His blatant favoritism towards her was known to everyone. And I was just the “gold digger” who shamelessly clung on. Years later, my sister returned from studying abroad. I was currently held close in Julian’s arms. “Your sister is back.” I understood instantly. “Right. I hope you and Victoria will be happily ever after.”

Julian kissed my forehead in satisfaction. “Such a good girl.” He leaned against the headboard, his gaze distant. “If only your sister were as compliant as you.” A sharp, tearing pain spread through my chest. I didn’t reply, just quietly got up to get dressed. Julian suddenly grabbed my wrist. His grip was too strong, making me wince in pain. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” “What should I say?” I whispered. He scoffed, letting go of my hand and falling back onto the bed. “Before your sister left the country, she asked me to take good care of you.” My pupils constricted. The ache in my heart became sharper, clearer. The only reason I could stay by his side was because Victoria, my sister, had granted it to me. Of course. In Julian’s eyes, I was just a replacement for her. “Your sister is always like this. She’s soft-hearted with everyone else, but always so cruel to me.” Julian’s voice carried a hint of wistfulness and an undeniable fondness. I tried to go to the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand again. “Stay with me a little longer.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his handsome profile. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him. My sister had accidentally spilled hot coffee on his hand. His hand was red and scalded, but he just smiled and said, “It’s okay, as long as you’re not burned.” “Hmph, I wasn’t going to apologize anyway. You rich people are all so arrogant and self-centered.” I was startled and wanted to apologize. But Julian seemed even more interested. “You hate me?” “Yes, I hate spoiled rich kids like you who have nothing better to do all day.” My sister let out a soft huff and stomped her foot. Julian just laughed. I shrank behind my sister, watching the amusement and indulgence in his eyes. Only one thought ran through my mind: he… he’s actually a good person. Later, I found out he had fallen for my sister at first sight. And when he spoke of it, he didn’t even remember I was standing right behind her. My thoughts snapped back to the present. I saw Julian. He lit a cigarette and spoke. “I’ve already arranged for your father’s ongoing treatment.” “Thank you,” I nodded. “No need to be so polite.” He exhaled smoke. Through the hazy smoke, his gaze fell on my face. “If you want to thank anyone, thank your sister. I’m only willing to look after your family because of her.” … The sound of running water filled the bathroom. I poured cold water over my head, trying to suppress the sobs rising in my throat. When I came out, he was still there, which surprised me a little. Julian leaned against the doorframe, fiddling with his phone. “Tomorrow, I’m picking up your sister. Arrange my schedule for me.” “Okay.” He suddenly walked over, picked up a towel, and began to dry my hair. His movements were clumsy, pulling at my scalp. It stung. I closed my eyes, not struggling. Noticing my furrowed brows, he finally softened his touch. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before… I just wanted to learn, so I can dry your sister’s hair later.” “It’s fine. Just be a bit gentler, or Victoria will get mad at you.” I said, forcing a smile. He hummed softly, and his movements did indeed become much gentler. The next day at the airport. I followed Julian early in the morning to pick up my sister. Victoria emerged in a vibrant red dress, captivating and radiant. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to her. Including Julian’s, beside me. He practically sprinted forward, taking her luggage. “Are you tired?” His tone was one I had never heard him use before—so gentle. My sister gave a casual “Hmm,” her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on me, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Lily, you came too?” “Victoria, long time no see.” I stepped forward to greet her, my smile polite but distant. On the way back, my sister sat in the passenger seat. Julian occasionally turned to chat and laugh with her. He had never been so talkative with me. Their conversation flowed effortlessly from the weather abroad to mundane daily gossip, trivial yet natural. I sat in the back seat, like an invisible person who didn’t exist at all.

Back at the house, my sister motioned for me to pick up her luggage and follow her. I did as told. When we reached her “princess room,” she suddenly turned around and slapped me across the face. “Lily Evans, you are utterly pathetic.” “I was studying abroad, working on my career, and you were back here sleeping your way to the top. You, Lily, you’re just as cheap as your mother.” Victoria was my father’s first wife’s daughter. A year after their divorce, my father met my mother through mutual friends. They found each other suitable and started dating. But Victoria always believed my mother was a mistress. Even though my mother tried to win her over, treating her better than she treated me, her own biological daughter. But Victoria was never satisfied. She loved to humiliate me and my mother in front of others. Calling my mother a mistress, and me, the mistress’s daughter. From a very young age, I suffered endless glares and humiliation because of these unfounded rumors. All the bullying I endured at school came directly from Victoria. When Dad went to school to complain on my behalf, Victoria would always retort: “Dad, why does she get bullied while no one else does? Isn’t it because there’s something wrong with her?” The stinging pain on my cheek pulled my thoughts back to the present. “What, cat got your tongue?” Victoria looked down at me, condescendingly. I still didn’t say anything. Over the years, I had long understood my situation. I couldn’t afford to upset Victoria. Otherwise, Julian would be displeased, and Dad’s medical funds would disappear. Victoria wouldn’t care whether Dad lived or died. Seeing me still keeping my head down, she sneered. She walked into her walk-in closet and began to rummage through her clothes. “Here, iron this for me. Make sure it’s perfectly pressed. I hate wrinkles.” I softly replied, “Okay,” and exited the room. In the hallway, I ran into the housekeeper. Their gaze held a hint of sympathy and helplessness, but quickly shifted away. After all, no one would look up to a materialistic “gold digger.” While ironing the dress, the steam accidentally burned my wrist. A red blister immediately formed. I stared at the red mark and suddenly remembered a time when Julian was drunk. He had mistaken me for Victoria. He kept mumbling drunkenly, “Victoria, don’t leave.” His grip back then had also been painful, but I didn’t push him away. Sometimes, people are so greedy that they can’t bear to expose even a fake affection. Julian appeared then. His gaze fell on my reddened wrist. “What happened to your hand?” “I accidentally burned it,” I answered honestly. He anxiously grabbed my wrist, carefully examining the red swollen area. I was so startled I could barely breathe. “Who told you to iron it?” His voice was suppressed, hiding something. “Victoria.” I still told the truth. He smiled, letting go of my hand. “She’s still as bossy as ever.” I didn’t reply. He turned to leave but suddenly stopped. “Hand over that project you’re working on to your sister.” My eyes widened abruptly. By the time I fully registered what he said, he was gone. Why? A project I had dedicated half a year to, working day and night, pouring countless efforts into—just like that, I was supposed to hand it over? But I knew I had no right to refuse. Victoria and I, in Julian’s eyes, were worlds apart. Late that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I got out of bed, wanting to go out for some fresh air. But I saw Julian in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa, smoking. The moonlight outlined his profile. “You’re still awake?” He saw me and instinctively put out his cigarette. “I got up to get some water.” He nodded in silence. Then, as I turned to leave, he suddenly murmured to himself. “I’ve waited so long, but now that she’s back, I feel… it’s just not the same.” My heart seemed to skip a beat. I thought I had misheard him. Julian looked up at me, his eyes filled with struggle. “If… if I said I couldn’t bear to let you go, would you think that was strange?”

That night’s conversation, Julian and I both pretended it never happened. Victoria started working at Julian’s company. She immediately became my direct supervisor. I took her around, familiarizing her with company procedures, but she just looked at me impatiently. “This is boring. That’s enough.” “But, there’s still…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Isn’t that what you’re for? Don’t you, my subordinate, have the ability to assist your superior’s work?” Victoria rolled her eyes at me, then smiled again. “Oh, right. All you’re good for is pleasing men in bed.” The moment those words left her mouth, the office fell silent. Everyone around us gasped, covering their mouths in shock and awkwardness. But Victoria still wasn’t satisfied. She walked closer, her heels clicking, looking down at me. “What? Haven’t you told your colleagues that your mother was a home-wrecker? You and your mother, you’re two peas in a pod.” “My mother isn’t a mistress,” I retorted, meeting her gaze. She covered her mouth and scoffed. “You’re still denying it? Right, people like you are so shameless.” … The spectacle quickly spread throughout the company. After work, Julian called me to his office. His office was also filled with some of his friends. They all looked at me with mocking expressions. I thought Julian would issue a public statement to stop the rumors. But he only said: “You shouldn’t have made your sister angry.” I bit my lip, trying hard to hold back tears. Julian continued, “Your sister has been very good to you. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t even have had money for college — Lily, you need to be grateful.” I looked up, my eyes red-rimmed. Yes, I knew. If it weren’t for Victoria, we wouldn’t have received financial support from Julian’s family. Dad would have died long ago from lack of medical funds. And I would have dropped out of school early due to poverty. Now, Julian’s lecture was just to make sure I didn’t resent Victoria. As I left the office, I could still hear the laughter inside. “Oh, Julian, you’re really ruthless. She’s such a delicate beauty, how could you be so harsh?” “Yeah, aren’t you afraid you’ll actually scare her off?” “Even though Lily is more soft-willed and has no bottom line compared to her sister, she really is so obedient to you.” Julian replied nonchalantly. “She’s nothing like Victoria. They’re like night and day, really.” “If she didn’t look so much like Victoria, why would I even keep her around?” At those words, another burst of laughter erupted. I quickened my pace, escaping in a hurry. That project was ultimately given to Victoria by Julian. Victoria just signed her name at the end, and all the credit went to her. She instantly became a rising star in the industry. When people spoke of her as an industry new star, they couldn’t help but mention me. “These two sisters, one is a daring and ambitious woman, and the other is just a clinging vine who attaches herself to power.” “Lily Evans just rode on her sister’s coattails and isn’t even grateful.” The rumors, like vines, tightly wrapped around my neck, constricting more and more. At the celebration banquet. Victoria was surrounded by people. She held a champagne glass, smiling radiantly. Someone raised a toast in praise. “Ms. Williams is truly capable! Our CEO is so lucky to have such a brilliant and capable partner by his side.” Julian smiled in response. But his gaze unconsciously swept over the crowd and met mine. I smiled at him and turned to leave. I didn’t see his tightly furrowed brows after I left. I moved through the banquet like a transparent person. Victoria was a born leading lady; even stolen credit she could explain away eloquently and righteously. As for me, I didn’t even have the right to defend myself. Victoria’s reputation soared. Julian’s family elders softened their stance, stating that as long as Victoria performed well in the next quarter, she would be allowed to join the family. Upon hearing this, Victoria put on a proud and aloof act, as if deeply insulted. “Do you think I should be happy? What’s so great about you? You just have better luck than me.” “I won’t exert myself to please you just to get into the Harrington family.” “I study hard, I work hard, it’s all for myself, and has nothing to do with anyone else.” Her words left Julian’s family elders with pale faces, completely speechless. Julian quickly stepped in to smooth things over. His eyes were full of admiration for Victoria. “Victoria is just like that, real and unpretentious. Grandpa, please don’t take it to heart.” I stood by, watching the scene, finding it utterly absurd.

From then on, Victoria thrived like a fish in water. Julian indulged her every whim. Victoria never hid her dislike for me. She deliberately transferred me to a peripheral department, where I handled insignificant chores every day. People who used to work closely with me gradually distanced themselves. I didn’t care about any of this; I just quietly worked, trying to earn as much as I could. Dad’s recovery was going very well. I planned to take him away from this city once he was discharged from the hospital. The prerequisite was having enough money. Victoria didn’t remain smug for long. Julian had spoiled her, making her too self-confident and a bit too impatient for quick results. On an overseas project, Victoria, in her pursuit of speed, skipped the risk assessment and signed the contract directly. As a result, Julian’s company not only had to freeze hundreds of millions in initial investment but also had to pay double the penalty for breach of contract. When the news reached the company, the entire conference room fell silent. I sighed. I had warned Victoria to do a risk assessment. But she had scoffed at the time, “What I choose to do is none of your business.” That day, Julian called me into his office. He looked at me, silent for a long time. I had probably already guessed what he was going to say. I smiled and spoke first, “I understand what you mean.” He nodded. “Everyone is watching. Someone has to step up and take responsibility for this.” I said nothing more. Julian paused, carefully choosing his words. “Victoria lacks experience; it’s inevitable she’d make mistakes. And you, as her subordinate, didn’t properly advise her, which is your fault to begin with.” “She looks strong, but she’s really just a little girl who cries a lot. If people start pointing fingers and blaming her, I’m afraid she…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood. I looked up, “Okay.” Consider it repayment for his kindness. Julian nodded in satisfaction, pulled a document from his drawer, and placed it in front of me. “This is a statement. It specifies that you concealed risk data during the follow-up, which led to the project failure.” I hadn’t hesitated at first, but at the crucial moment, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Concealing risk data, what a serious charge. If the company pursued legal action, I could go to jail. He sighed, speaking casually. “I won’t let you go to jail, don’t worry.” I laughed. My laughter echoed in the office, sounding particularly ironic. “Alright.” I lowered my head, signing my name with careful strokes. As soon as I walked out of the office, I ran straight into Victoria. Her face was a bit haggard, but her makeup was flawless. “You shouldn’t feel like it’s unfair. If you hadn’t deliberately neglected to warn me, I wouldn’t have made such a huge mistake.” I ignored her, walking straight past her. I pulled my clothes tighter. The air conditioning made me shiver. My phone vibrated then—a call from the hospital. “Ms. Evans, your father is doing very well. He can be discharged next week.” “Okay, thank you.” I stumbled into the stairwell, crouched down, covered my face, and cried, trying to muffle the sound. I submitted my resignation to the company that day. HR was a bit surprised. “But Mr. Harrington didn’t say he was firing you.” “This is what he wants.” Seeing my reply, HR didn’t say anything more. After all, everyone knew I had “made a big mistake.” Julian found out about my resignation a few days later. At the time, I was at the hospital, accompanying my father. Julian called. “I didn’t tell you to resign.” “This is the best solution,” I replied. He fell silent on the other end. After a long pause, he spoke again. “Alright, you can lay low for a while. Once this blows over, I’ll transfer you to another position.” “No need to trouble yourself.” I was very polite. Julian caught the hint of distance in my tone. He sounded displeased. “Are you blaming me?” “No, Mr. Harrington. You’ve been kind to me. If anything, I should be thanking you. Why would I blame you?” I felt a little weak. Everything that had happened recently had truly exhausted me. “I owe you nothing. From now on, we’re even.” The sun shone down, warm and comforting. In the distance, car horns blared. I left the hospital with my father, heading for the airport, ready to start a new life.

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My high-powered CEO girlfriend, raking in millions every year, was so unbelievably cheap. She’d complain a single dollar for a bottle of water was too expensive, insisting I return it and just drink tap water. A two-dollar bus ticket? Pure luxury! She’d make me walk miles to a client meeting. But when I finally signed a multi-million dollar deal, my feet aching from all the walking, and happily treated the client to a cup of coffee, Victoria called, screaming that I was being extravagant. She even unilaterally processed a refund from my account without my consent. The coffee shop owner, humiliated, confronted us, not only voiding the order but also insulting us in front of everyone. My client, offended by Victoria’s arrogance, threatened to blacklist our entire company. I was about to call Victoria, who was out of town on business, to break the news. But then, I saw something on her male assistant Blake’s social media feed. It was a cheesy short video: Blake perched on the hood of a luxury sports car, the kind that costs a fortune and goes viral in trending videos. The caption read: “That feeling when you share a video, and the next second, what’s in it is right in front of you? Priceless.” Turns out, it wasn’t that she was cheap. It was just that I wasn’t worth it. I swallowed the bitter truth, simply liking the post. Moments later, Victoria called, her voice stern. “I know Blake’s young and his words can be a bit naive sometimes, but you shouldn’t cause a scene on social media. What will other employees think of him if they see this?” “Just hand over that deal to Blake, then clarify in the company group chat that I did it to celebrate his success. When I get back from my business trip, I’ll promote you and give you a raise.” Listening to her usual empty promises, I couldn’t help but crack a smile. She had no idea that the deal was already ruined because of her. And the client, who brought in 90% of our company’s profits, was so offended they planned to blacklist her and her company entirely. By the time she and Blake returned from their trip, the company would be bankrupt.

After successfully closing the renewal deal with our long-standing major client, I had just bought them a coffee and was about to share the good news with Victoria when her message popped up first: “Alex, are you trying to fly to the moon? Twenty bucks for one cup of coffee? Are the coffee beans made of gold or something?” On the phone, Victoria’s voice was exceptionally loud. Even without speakerphone, the entire coffee shop could hear her clearly. I felt a burning flush creep up my neck. I forced an awkward smile at the client and rushed outside the shop to explain: “Vicky, I’m treating a client. This client is crucial; they’re our company’s lifeblood…” But Victoria scoffed, cutting me off. “Look at you, all high and mighty now. I’m not in the office, so no one’s watching you, and you finally found a chance to spend money, right?” “Today, it’s twenty bucks for coffee. Next, will it be two thousand for a client dinner? And then two hundred thousand for gifts to maintain the relationship? Look at Blake; he never needs all this for business deals. If you’re not capable, stop making excuses. Go get that money refunded right now. I’m still on a business trip with Blake, I don’t have time to waste on you.” I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Right. Blake, of course, didn’t need any of those social graces. Because he was Victoria’s most trusted assistant. Blake had only been with the company for less than three months but had already taken on numerous projects, basking in glory. But no one knew that those were all deals my colleagues and I had already secured. Victoria had simply used the excuse that “the company should be like a warm family” to demand we cater to Blake, forcing us to unconditionally hand over our projects and clients to him. As for me, Victoria only gave me a meager $200 allowance each month. I was practically starving, surviving on cheap, generic ramen noodles bought in bulk, barely enough for two meals a day. My bargain-bin shoes, bought for less than ten bucks online, would fall apart constantly, and I just kept gluing them back together with Super Glue, over and over again. Because I couldn’t even afford to treat clients to a meal, I’d been sneered at by clients more times than I could count, so I had no choice but to constantly refine my proposals, often pulling all-nighters, organizing data and documents until three or four in the morning. But Victoria simply ignored all my efforts. Or perhaps, she just didn’t care. Snapping back to reality, I took a deep breath and pleaded softly: “Victoria, I finally secured this deal. Can we just… not do this? Just for my sake.” Victoria snorted coldly. “I’ve only been away for a few days, and your wings have grown, haven’t they? And ‘respect’? What’s your ‘respect’ even worth?” “If everyone in the company handled deals as lavishly as you, how would we even stay in business?” “Alright, I’ll ask you one thing: are you going to get the refund or not?” I glanced back at the client, who was growing visibly impatient, and clenched my teeth. “Vicky, believe me, this time…” But the next second, the call was abruptly cut. I couldn’t help but smile wryly. Victoria was always like this. Any slight inconvenience, and she’d immediately throw a tantrum and give me the silent treatment. But at least I had survived this hurdle for now. If Victoria was just angry, there was still a chance to explain later. However, Aether Corp. was a top-tier leader in the industry. If we pissed them off, not only would future collaborations be dead, but our standing in the entire industry would be jeopardized. I put my phone away and returned to the coffee shop to discuss the follow-up cooperation with the client. We hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences when the barista approached with two large iced Americanos. Just as I reached for them, the barista sneered and *dumped* both cups directly over my client’s head and mine. “Look at you two, so high and mighty, talking big about multi-million dollar deals, yet you can’t even afford a twenty-dollar coffee and demand a refund?” “Don’t you just love scamming people? Well, today, it’s on the house! Drink up!” Suddenly, all the customers in the shop turned their heads, staring at us. “No way, they can’t even afford a twenty-dollar coffee? And they have the nerve to pretend to be business elites?” “Isn’t that the Aether Corp. logo? I thought they were a top-tier industry leader. Still scrounging for freebies when they come out to do business? Doesn’t look so good.” Listening to the whispers around us, the client’s face immediately darkened. He looked straight at me. “Mr. Chen, I expect an explanation.” I quickly apologized, offering him a tissue, before turning to the barista. “Sir, I already paid. Are you mistaken?” The barista looked disgusted. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen plenty of your type.” “Dare you swear that the person threatening to leave bad reviews every day if I didn’t refund wasn’t you?” With that, the barista shoved his phone screen in my face. The text message showed the other person threatening the barista for a refund, or they would leave bad reviews daily. And that number was Victoria’s. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I had clearly told her I was on a business meeting. In her eyes, was my career and my reputation less important than twenty dollars? After a long moment, I sighed softly, ready to pay to smooth things over. But the next second, the payment page flashed a “password incorrect” message. Before I could react, Victoria’s triumphant message came through: “Who said it couldn’t be refunded? You should be thrilled to have such a thrifty, budget-savvy girlfriend like me.” “Oh, and I changed the password. Consider it a lesson for talking back. You can walk home today.” Seeing me hesitate to pay, the barista lost patience. Just as he was about to lay hands on me, the client stepped in and paid ten times the amount. I was about to thank him for his help, but the client looked down at the now-damp contract, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the trash. “Mr. Chen, I don’t see the need for this cooperation anymore.” “The person on the phone just now, was that your company’s Ms. Lin? We’ve cooperated for five years, yet in Ms. Lin’s eyes, I’m not even worth a single cup of coffee. This isn’t just an insult to me; it’s a blatant disregard for Aether Corp. itself.” “I will report everything that happened today to headquarters.” I panicked, quickly grabbing his arm and bowing apologetically. After all, Aether Corp. was our partner, accounting for 90% of the company’s profits. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say they supported the entire company. “Ms. Davies, I apologize on Victoria’s behalf. She might just be in a bad mood today…” But before I could finish, the client shrugged off my hand and left without looking back. I quickly pulled out my phone, ready to tell Victoria the news. After all, Mr. Henderson of Aether Corp. was infamous for his massive ego and how much he valued respect in the industry. Other suppliers had been blacklisted simply for not giving him the first toast at industry events—a sign of deep disrespect to him. Not to mention, today, our company had caused his company’s reputation to suffer. I had to act fast, before the matter was reported to headquarters. There was still a chance to salvage things. But I called Victoria ten times in a row, and no one picked up. As I was about to send her a message, I saw Blake’s Ins feed. It was a freshly recorded, cringey short video. In the video, Blake sat on the hood of a luxury sports car, striking a ‘deep’ pose, with a special caption: “That feeling when you share a video, and the next second, what’s in it is right in front of you? Priceless.” In the bottom right corner of the video, Victoria had even spent twenty thousand dollars to buy him a local trending promotion. The video’s likes kept climbing, but my heart grew colder and colder. All these years, no matter how incredibly stingy Victoria was with me, I always thought it was because she had been abandoned by her parents and grew up in poverty, which made her so afraid of being poor. I thought that’s why she developed such a personality. So, no matter how cheap or demanding she was with me, I always just smiled it off. But now, I finally realized. It wasn’t that she was reluctant to spend money. It was just that I wasn’t worth it. I gave a bitter, ironic laugh and casually liked Blake’s video. Everyone at the company knew that Blake and I didn’t get along. It was like throwing a rock into a still pond—ripples exploded everywhere. Soon, many colleagues were in the comment section, gobbling up the drama. Victoria called then. “Alex, can’t you just make my life easier for once?” “Blake’s young, so his words can be a bit naive sometimes, but you shouldn’t cause a scene on social media. What will other employees think of him if they see this?” “Go hand over that deal to Blake, then clarify in the company group chat that I did it to celebrate his success. When I get back from my business trip, I’ll promote you and give you a raise.” From the other end of the line, I could still hear Blake’s fake, whiny sobs, intermingled with Victoria’s words. I couldn’t help but laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. Even at this point, Victoria’s only concern was Blake. Since she clearly didn’t care about me at all, why should I break my back managing her company for her? Snapping back to reality, I scoffed. “Can’t do it.” Victoria was stunned, about to erupt in anger and threats, but I didn’t give her the chance. I hung up directly. Just then, the client sent me a file. It was a draft lawsuit from Aether Corp. They said it had already been submitted for processing and would be approved in three days at most. In the past, I probably would have called immediately, groveled and begged for forgiveness. But now, I just smiled faintly and replied with a simple “okay.” Three days. Victoria should be back from her trip by then. I wondered what expression she’d have on her face when she returned and realized she had completely ruined the company herself!

As soon as I replied, Blake’s video, which had just been trending locally, vanished. In its place was a ridiculously long “apology” post, spanning thousands of words, set to some sappy, over-dramatic music titled “We’re All Just Trying to Live.” I quickly skimmed it. It basically said he was just excited about closing a big deal and got carried away with a viral trend, never expecting to upset my supposedly “fragile ego.” Now, he claimed he was losing sleep and appetite, hoping for my forgiveness. It was less an apology and more a provocation. But Victoria couldn’t see through it. Or perhaps, it was a subtle warning from her. Soon, as Blake continued to embellish the truth in his post, his narrative gained momentum. The comment section was flooded with sympathetic and comforting messages for him. “Blake, I’m with you! Alex, that stingy, penny-pinching miser! We helped him so much, but after closing millions in sales, he wouldn’t even treat us to dinner, let alone a bubble tea. Don’t let him get to you!” “Exactly! He’s just jealous and trying to get under your skin because you get to travel with Victoria!” Many of the comments were from subordinates I had personally trained. Yet, now, they were all speaking up for Blake. I wasn’t surprised. Ever since Blake, despite only having an associate’s degree, was given a special promotion and parachuted in as Victoria’s personal assistant three months ago, Victoria spared no expense in networking for him and treating people to meals in the office. Within a week, everyone got the hint about Victoria’s intentions and started pandering to Blake. As for the old loyalists who insisted on performance-based results and spoke up for me? Over the past three months, they were either targeted with impossible tasks until they quit, or they were demoted to entry-level positions in distant branch offices for even a minor mistake. As for the business trip with Victoria, I was originally the chosen one. A week ago, Victoria, to reward me for becoming the top salesperson again that quarter, used the excuse of a business trip to say she’d take me to the beach I dreamed of, to feel the sea breeze. But the very next day, when the official notice came out, the person going on the trip was Blake. Even Blake’s selfie had replaced my photo as the sales champion on the incentive board. I was fuming and confronted Victoria. But she claimed she kept me back because she didn’t trust anyone else. She needed a “general” like me to hold down the fort. It was laughable. At the time, I was so touched, thinking I had finally earned Victoria’s trust. Looking back now, it was just another one of her manipulation tactics. Snapping back to reality, I was about to exit the app when Victoria replied in the comment section: “Ultimately, actions speak louder than words. To certain individuals, I say: Just watch yourself!” She didn’t name names, but immediately, dozens more comments insulting me appeared below. I couldn’t be bothered to read them anymore. I walked straight back to the company, intending to find HR and resign. After all, Victoria had already offended the industry leader. There was no point in staying with a doomed company. Better to resign early and find some peace. But as soon as I entered the office, many people quietly lowered their heads, stifling laughter, seeing my wet hair and shirt. I was used to it. I went directly to HR and requested to resign. The HR person just glanced at me out of the corner of their eye, then went back to playing on their phone. “Ms. Lin isn’t here, so she can’t sign. Unless she personally approves.” I immediately called Victoria, but the call was hung up instantly. Then Victoria sent a message: “What, anxious now?” “Too late!” “You didn’t just hurt Blake’s delicate feelings; you also severely affected the company atmosphere. Unless you personally apologize to him and hand over your current projects, you can just get lost!” Victoria had threatened me like this more than once. After all, my salary and savings were all in her hands. She was so sure I wouldn’t dare to quit easily. Before, I would always admit my mistakes and apologize, but this time, I had no patience left. I showed the chat history directly to HR. HR was stunned for a moment, then told me to come collect my resignation certificate tomorrow. But no sooner had I left than Victoria called me. “Alex, it’s working hours. I checked the monitors, why aren’t you at the office?” I didn’t explain, and I couldn’t be bothered to. Anyway, Victoria didn’t really care where I was or what I was doing. Seeing my silence, Victoria scoffed, as if she had expected this. “Absent without leave during working hours? Your quarterly bonus will be completely wiped out.” It seemed she still didn’t know I had already resigned. Before I could speak, Blake’s voice came through on the line, interjecting on my behalf: “Vicky, Alex might really have something important to deal with.” “He works hard too. How about I pay for this out of my own pocket?” Victoria was unfazed. “What’s so hard about Alex’s job? He’s probably just using ‘business’ as an excuse to go out and mess around.” I gave an ironic smile. Ever since I joined Victoria’s company, I had practically worked overtime every day until late at night. Even after the company found its footing, I was still the first one in the department every day and the last one to leave. Over these past seven years, half of the company’s client data was collected by me, door-to-door, one by one. There were times I faced outright hostility—getting spat on or having leftovers thrown at me was considered a mild inconvenience. But Victoria simply ignored all my efforts. Seeing my continued silence, Victoria, thinking I had chickened out, smiled triumphantly. “Admit you were wrong?” I nodded and hummed in agreement. Yes, I was wrong. Wrong for not seeing her true colors sooner, wrong for letting myself be miserable for seven years. Hearing this, Victoria thought I was genuinely repentant and seemed in a much better mood. She proactively asked: “Oh, right, why did you call me so urgently earlier today?” I simply brushed it off. “Nothing, just didn’t have money for the bus.” A triumphant laugh came from the other end of the line, and then she sent me a fifty-dollar Venmo payment. “Alright, don’t be so petty. The fried chicken place downstairs has a Thursday discount. Take this 50 and treat yourself to something nice.” I was momentarily stunned, thinking Victoria had changed her ways. But the next second, she changed her tone. “Oh, right, Blake and I will be back at the office tomorrow. Didn’t you say you negotiated a big deal? Remember to get the contract ready beforehand. If we’re going to put on a show, we might as well do it right.” I scoffed. Turns out, she was still doing it for Blake. I was about to refuse when a message from the Aether Corp. client popped up. “Today is the deadline. Since your company refuses to negotiate with us, our legal team will be at your office tomorrow. You have been warned.” No doubt, they hadn’t been able to reach Victoria. After all, she was still in a fit of rage, with only Blake on her mind. Who cared about business? Thinking this, I suddenly let out a cold laugh. “Fine. I agree to hand over all clients and projects to Blake.”

Seeing that I actually agreed to hand over the projects I had worked so hard to secure, Victoria was momentarily stunned, then smiled triumphantly. “See? Wouldn’t that have been easier?” “Given how sensible you’re being, I’ll consider that raise later.” With that, Victoria hung up. But she had no idea that she would never get a raise again. By the time she returned tomorrow, the company would be ruined. … The next day, I arrived to pick up my resignation certificate as HR had instructed. As soon as I entered, I ran right into Blake, who had just returned from the business trip. The moment he saw me, Blake couldn’t wait to show off all the luxury items Victoria had bought him during their three-day trip. “Alex, look at you. Your clothes and shoes combined, forget a hundred bucks, do they even cost fifty?” “You work yourself to death with all that overtime, and in the end, it all just benefits me, doesn’t it?” “If you still want to stay at this company, hurry up and hand over those contracts. Otherwise… I can’t guarantee what might happen to you.” Listening to Blake’s threats, I just smiled faintly. “You’re too late. The contracts are gone.” Blake frowned. “You gave them to someone else?” I glanced out the window and sneered. “I threw them away a long time ago.” Blake was so furious he was about to raise his hand, but then he saw Victoria approaching and immediately started putting on an act. “Alex, I know you must be upset that a new guy like me closed such a huge deal.” “But I was doing it for the company. How could you just throw away the contract?” Victoria immediately glared at me. “Alex, you should know, I hate people who don’t keep their word.” “If you don’t want to get fired, hurry up and re-sign a contract.” Hearing that, I simply handed her my resignation certificate. “Excuse me, I’ve already resigned.” Victoria was stunned for a moment, then, as if realizing something, she scoffed. “Alex, do you think I’m still some naive girl fresh out of college?” “That kind of manipulative game doesn’t work on me anymore.” “I knew you’d back out, so I already had HR use the system to contact the client. They’re on their way. Your resignation means nothing.” Suddenly, colleagues from across the department were secretly laughing at me, thinking I had brought this on myself, that I really thought I was the main event of the company. But I just looked out the window. A black Maybach had pulled up downstairs. It was Mr. Henderson’s private car from Aether Corp. Seeing their CEO personally arrive, Blake instantly beamed with delight. “Vicky, it looks like they really value their cooperation with us; even Mr. Henderson came himself!” “And he brought his legal team too! They must be so afraid we’ll break the contract.” The words had barely left his lips when Mr. Henderson stormed in, radiating fury. He swept his gaze over everyone. “Who is responsible for this cooperation?” Hearing that, Victoria smiled and stepped forward. “Mr. Henderson, I’m the head of the company. This cooperation was personally handled by our sales champion, Blake.” Watching Victoria’s triumphant expression, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She really had no shame when she lied. Blake had been out of town, yet she still claimed it was his achievement. But this time, she would finally pay the price for her greed. Sure enough. The moment the words left her lips, Mr. Henderson instructed someone to bring two cups of iced coffee. As Blake and Victoria smiled, reaching out to take them, Mr. Henderson snorted coldly. Without a word, he snatched the cups and splashed their contents directly onto their faces. “Didn’t you say our company wasn’t worthy of such high-class coffee?” “Legal team, issue an immediate industry-wide notice: Aether Corp. is severing all ties with VCM Solutions. Any company that chooses to collaborate with them will face the same blacklisting!”

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I was talking to my online girlfriend. During a boring meeting, feeling drowsy, I sent her a flirty text to perk myself up: “Man, I can’t even sleep well now. How am I ever gonna sleep *with* you?” The next second, that very message was projected onto the PPT screen in front of everyone. The worst part? The contact name at the top of the chat box read, ‘My Hubby.’ The whole room exploded. And the cool, reserved beauty pushed up her glasses, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “Sorry about that,” she said, her voice smooth. “My husband can be a little mischievous.” Lately, my boss has been in a foul mood. Everyone sensed it, working diligently, barely even slacking off. She was working crazy overtime, and no one dared to leave before her. So we all stayed until eleven or midnight, leaving me with dark circles and even worse skin. Honestly, I think I was the only one in the entire company who knew why she was so agitated, but I couldn’t say anything. Because she’d just gone through a breakup. Unfortunately, that “ex” was me. She just didn’t know it yet. It all started when my online girlfriend of two years wanted to meet up in person. We met on some online forum. She posted a desperate plea, titled ‘Why Can’t I Find a Date?’ I clicked it open. The post read: “I’m a 25-year-old female, 5’9″, 99 lbs, with a Master’s from a top-tier university in Management and Engineering. Currently a VP at a listed company, earning at least a million a year. I own a car and a house. I’m drop-dead gorgeous, but I’ve never dated anyone. What’s wrong with me?” The comment section was brutal, filled with sarcastic jabs. “Definitely a bait post. Confirmed.” “Is the OP living in a dream? A Master’s from a top-tier university, only 25, and a VP at a listed company? Please, before you brag, at least make it sound plausible.” “It’s common knowledge that someone so young becoming a VP usually means it’s a family business. And unfortunately, those trust fund kids usually go to college overseas.” With nothing better to do, I commented, “Maybe it’s your looks? Post a picture.” Then I closed the post. Not long after, the OP messaged me privately. “Hello, can I send you a private message?” Me: “?” I was curious, but I’m all for a good laugh, and drama’s my jam. “Sure.” Then she sent me a picture. I spat my coffee all over my desk. Seriously? 5’9″? I’d believe 5’0″. It was a mirror selfie, a third of her face covered, and the angle made her head look huge and her body tiny. She wore thick-rimmed black glasses that made her look dowdy and unattractive. But I had to admit, her face itself was flawless. Even with most of it obscured, those lips, that nose, those eyes—they screamed one thing: “I’m a beauty.” And yet, she looked strangely familiar. My mind was roaring, *Is there really a woman in this world who doesn’t know how beautiful she is?* At the same time, driven by my helpful nature, after zooming in and out like four times, I went all out, “Your styling and photo angles are all wrong! Ditch those glasses, get some frameless ones, or better yet, contacts! Never take pictures from that angle! Tilt your phone slightly, charger port facing you, and swap that dress for a slightly shorter black one…” She replied with a “Thank you very much.” After that outpouring, I didn’t pay much attention, but the next day, she sent me her “homework” based on my advice. I coached her, and she did the same on the third day, then the fourth, then the fifth. Just as I was getting impatient, she proactively asked to add me on SnapChat and even offered to pay me for my help. Thinking, ‘Only a fool turns down easy money,’ I gave her my private handle. Then, a familiar profile picture popped up, adding me as a friend. My junior boss? My hands trembled, and I accidentally hit ‘Accept,’ my blood ran cold. I quickly changed my settings to ‘limited chat.’ My brain raced, trying to figure out if I’d accidentally put my private handle anywhere in the company system. She was typing for ages, then sent, “Thank you so much for all your guidance and help these past few days. Here’s a small token of my appreciation.” Then came a transfer of fifty thousand dollars, with the note “Voluntary gift.” I froze. I took a screenshot, compared it to the SnapChat account, and confirmed it. It was indeed the beautiful woman from online, and it was indeed my junior boss from the company. My mind screamed ‘Whoa’ for ages, but I shamelessly accepted the money. Anyway, this was my private handle; she had no idea it was me. In the days that followed, I continued to help her improve, and she made rapid progress. Soon, she was fully able to showcase her beauty. However, just as I was ready to bow out gracefully, she confessed her feelings to me. I skipped over the emotional novel she wrote—I hadn’t written one of those since high school—and just flipped to the end: “Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. I like you.” Me: “…” My silence was deafening. Me: “Thank you so much!” Her: “Huh???” Then: “I really like you!” “I *really* appreciate it!” “No, I’m serious.” I replied: “I *really* appreciate it!” My teeth clenched. Was this girl okay? She seemed stunned for a moment, then said, “Regardless, can you give me a chance to pursue you?” I didn’t reply. That night, I had trouble sleeping for once. The next day, she started sending me messages every morning, noon, and night, along with “I’m going to work,” “I’m leaving,” “I’ve arrived,” “I’m starting work,” and so on. Yep, that’s how this girl tried to pursue people. I’d occasionally throw her a bone, and she’d be over the moon. Things took a turn a month later. I was scrolling through beautiful women, having a blast, and casually shared a picture with my best friend. But my finger slipped, and I sent it to *her*. Me: “Phew, she’s gorgeous, I’m obsessed.” Me: “Video.” Her: “?”

By the time I saw the message, it was too late to unsend. While appreciating beauty is human nature, I felt inexplicably guilty. Just then, she suddenly messaged: “You like this kind?” Then she sent a video. It looked like it was shot in a gym. Not perfectly defined muscles, but very fair skin. A beautiful M-line flowed down, disappearing into her athletic shorts. As for above… Yeah, very pink! The owner of the video seemed shy; her face was flushed red at the end of the clip. I was officially hooked. Me: “Got more? Send more!” Then she shyly sent a few more videos. I admit, I was completely corrupted by beauty. I never thought my usually prim and proper boss was so… well. How do I describe it? It was strangely stimulating. I was enjoying myself when she suddenly sent a message. “If you agree to be my boyfriend, I’ll record videos for you every day. As much as you want.” Most people in life pursue four things: money, power, fame, and pleasure. The first three didn’t concern me, so the last one was incredibly tempting. Me: “…Well… I guess that’s not impossible.” It was just an online relationship, after all. Of course, I had conditions. No public announcements, no changing profile pictures, no video calls, and no meeting in person. She wasn’t thrilled but agreed anyway. And that’s how we dated for two years. As she got better at dressing up, I also enjoyed the perks, with her pulling off all sorts of stunning looks. Just when I thought these days would last forever, she proposed meeting up. Me: “Didn’t we agree not to meet? Just an online relationship, nothing in real life.” She sounded really upset: “I know, I’m sorry, but I really want to see you.” I knew what she was up to. A couple of days before, I had a college reunion, and afterward, a classmate confessed her feelings to me. I rejected her once, and she started sending me all these creepy, disgusting messages. So I blasted her on Ins, then blocked and deleted her. Since we were dating, Amelia saw it. She was probably thinking of meeting up and then openly declaring her claim on me. I knew exactly why I didn’t want to meet her, so the answer was definitely no. After she pestered me for a week, I got annoyed and broke up with her. That scared her straight. She looked like a wilting flower, utterly deflated. My phone displayed an incoming call for the umpteenth time. I sighed and silently flipped my phone face down on the table. Just then, my direct boss, Richard, called out to me. “Leo, can you take this proposal to Amelia?” Richard’s crush on Amelia was an open secret in the company. Normally, he’d jump at any chance to interact with her. But lately, she’d been in a bad mood. Last time, he’d tried to ‘comfort’ her, assuming too much, and got chewed out, which was incredibly embarrassing. So he stopped trying any of his little tricks. I winced, a wry smile on my face. “Richard, I’m a level below her. Isn’t going over your head a bit… much?” Amelia was my online girlfriend. While I had her contact info on my work phone, I’d never actually interacted with her professionally. Plus, this proposal had been dragging on forever, and Amelia was still unhappy with it. Even if she were in a good mood, I’d still get criticized, let alone now. This was clearly him trying to throw me under the bus. Richard rolled his eyes. “Just do what I tell you. Why all the questions?” …Fine. Even though I’d practically seen everything online, I was still a bit nervous about meeting her in person. Especially at work, she was notoriously strict, incredibly strong-willed. —And incredibly sharp-tongued. Hesitating for a moment, I pulled out my phone. After I broke up with her that day, she’d been constantly apologizing, clearly panicking, but I hadn’t replied. I’d just impulsively broken up with her and hadn’t really checked since. First, I was afraid I’d go soft, and second, I wanted to take her down a notch. Meeting was out of the question, but breaking up was fine. After thinking it over, I sent a message. “We don’t have to break up, but can you be good? I really don’t like people who don’t keep their word.” She replied instantly: “Baby, you finally replied to me! I know I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again.” Then came a crying puppy emoji. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The person inside startled, then cleared her throat. “Come in.” As soon as I entered, my gaze was drawn to Amelia’s slightly red nose. Had she been crying? Noticing my gaze, she seemed a bit embarrassed and tapped on her desk. “Proposal? Put it here. You can go back now.” Her temper was clearly better. Otherwise, she would have already chewed me out for bypassing protocol. There was a colleague who got fired for bypassing protocol. While he also had issues with his work ethic and refusing assignments—and he did get a severance package—bypassing protocol is still a major workplace no-no. But the proposal was still no good; it eventually got sent back, and Richard put it back in my hands. No choice, I had to work overtime to revise it. But Amelia was in a good mood today and left on time. Plus, it was Friday, so the other colleagues, who had been working overtime for ages, also left early. Soon, it was just me and Sarah, the front desk admin. I had no idea when I’d finish this proposal, so I assured the admin I’d lock up and turn off the lights, letting her go home first. I don’t know how much time passed when I heard a sound from the facial recognition lock at the door. I froze, a little scared. Checking the time, it was already ten o’clock at night. Who could it be at this hour? All sorts of horror movie scenarios set in office buildings replayed in my mind. I comforted myself that ghosts weren’t real, while instinctively holding my breath, too nervous to move. A familiar figure approached. As I clearly saw her face, I let out a sigh of relief. It was Amelia. “Why are you here alone? Aren’t you going home?” Amelia seemed surprised I was still working overtime. I secretly gritted my teeth: *It’s all your fault!* “This proposal is urgent. I’m afraid it won’t be viable even tomorrow, so I thought I’d work overtime tonight to refine it.” “Oh, *that* proposal.” Amelia paused, then actually walked straight towards me. “Let me explain it to you in more detail; it’ll be easier to revise that way.” My heart tightened—since we’d made up, I had to reply to her messages, and I hated constantly opening my phone, so I’d switched my computer to my private handle. What was I going to do? Amelia walked closer. “Open it up, let me see.” My brain spun frantically, but my hands moved slowly. Just as she was about to adjust it, Amelia said, “Move over a bit, I’ll…” “Wait!”

I got so excited I slapped the desk, making her jump. Amelia’s expression was clearly bewildered, and in that dazed state, she actually looked kind of cute. It was only then that I belatedly realized that the person online and the person in front of me were the same. I cleared my throat. “…Sorry, Amelia, uh, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to use the restroom. You can look at it first.” With that, I grabbed my phone from the desk and rushed to the bathroom. Amelia looked bewildered. “…Oh, okay.” There was a quick exit button on my phone, which I quickly tapped, letting out a sigh of relief. —Mainly because Amelia would talk about *everything*, even the smallest things, and those notifications would flash in the corner of my screen. Even accidentally hovering over them could give me away, let alone clicking. I replied to each message, then dragged my feet for a while before going back. When I returned, Amelia had finished looking it over and gestured for me to start revising the proposal. After telling me all the parts that needed modification, she went to her office. “I’m just going to grab something; I’ll be right back.” *She’s coming back?* My heart wept internally, and I buried myself in the work. I had to say, my junior boss really was a workaholic. Under her “guidance,” it was almost midnight by the time the proposal was done. “That’s about it. We’ll leave it at that.” Amelia nodded. I let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, good then.” Though I felt pretty resentful inside. Just then, Amelia suddenly asked, “You live in the employee dorms, right? Want me to give you a ride back?” “Huh?” I froze, quickly waving my hands. “No, no, that’s okay, I’ll just walk back, it’s pretty close.” “It’s not safe for you to walk alone.” Amelia was insistent. Unable to refuse, I agreed. At the same time, she sent me a message: “Giving a male colleague who worked overtime a ride home. Didn’t let him sit in the passenger seat.” Me: “OK.” Once in the car, neither of us spoke. I felt a little awkward, but it wasn’t appropriate to play on my phone in the car, so I just stared out the window like an idiot. “Oh, right,” she suddenly asked. “What kind of gifts do you guys, as guys, hope your girlfriends give you?” I froze—she was right, my birthday was coming up soon. I stammered, “Uh… well, actually, the gift doesn’t matter, the thought counts.” “…Mainly, I’ve given my boyfriend some gifts before, and he really disliked them and returned them, so I don’t know what to do.” She seemed troubled, but I wanted to curse. *Seriously?* My family is just average. She gave me high-end watches; I didn’t even have the clothes to match them. If I wore them, people would just think they were fakes. Why wouldn’t I return them? After a moment, I said, “You could make some small crafts or something. They’re not expensive, but since they’re handmade, they show the most thought.” She seemed speechless. “…Oh, you look pretty young. How old are you?” My heart tightened. “I’m one year older than you.” She: “What month?” Me: “August.” She made an “Oh” sound, then seemed a bit awkward. “Um… I still don’t know your name—you are?” Me: “…” “Leo Carter. Carter with a C.” Online, I’d told her my last name was “Grey.” Neither of us spoke after that. When we arrived at the dorm building, I politely said goodbye. “Thanks, Amelia.” “No problem. Go on in.” I nodded, ready to leave. “Leo Carter!” Amelia suddenly called out to me. “Hm?” I turned around, looking at her with a hint of confusion. “What is it?” “…Nothing. Just go back early.”

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