My husband secretly bought an apartment upstairs for his childhood female friend. He was cheating on me right under my nose. Later, a fire broke out in our building due to equipment failure. As we were escaping, I caught them in the act, and they pushed me into the flames. As my soul left my body, I watched from above as the true nature of these evil people was revealed. Perhaps due to my intense resentment, heaven gave me a second chance. When I opened my eyes again, it was my wedding day with my husband. The wedding venue was packed with guests. Zack, standing opposite me, said “I do” with deep emotion. I hesitated for a moment, and the bouquet slipped from my hands. Just a second ago, I had been floating above my own funeral, watching my husband and his mistress scheme over my family’s assets, discussing how to use a jade pendant to suppress my soul. Unable to contain my anger, I had rushed towards them seeking revenge, only to be sucked into the jade pendant. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at my wedding with Zack. The overwhelming sense of unreality made me uneasy. I needed to do something to prove this wasn’t a dream. In the next moment, a sharp sound rang out, and the entire venue fell silent. Against the backdrop of sweet background music, Zack’s face was turned to one side by a slap. Feeling the stinging sensation in my palm, I finally believed that heaven had truly given me a second chance. From great sorrow to great joy, I suddenly burst into laughter, like a madwoman. Zack, who had just been slapped, showed no signs of anger. With a slightly swollen face, he came over to check on me. “Mia, what’s wrong?” My parents also rushed up from below, examining me from head to toe. Seeing my parents again, I felt a pang in my heart. I hugged them with tears in my eyes and apologized. “Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry.” Not understanding the situation, my parents unconditionally embraced and comforted me. “Sweetie, are you unhappy? If you’re not happy, we don’t have to go through with this wedding.” I almost agreed, but then my eyes met Zack’s. His face was half white and half red as he stood there stiffly. Averting my gaze, I saw my mother-in-law sitting in the family section, looking equally nervous. In the fire, I had sworn that if given the chance, I would make them suffer a thousand times more than I did. Now, I needed to let the wedding continue. I explained to my parents, “It’s nothing. I just realized how immature I’ve been and how much trouble I’ve caused you.” My parents believed me and returned to their seats after I reassured them. I took the officiant’s microphone and, taking advantage of the tears still in my eyes, forced out a choked voice to explain to Zack. “I was just too emotional, too in love with you. I was afraid this wedding was a dream, that’s why I acted that way. I’m sorry, Zack.” My declaration made Zack’s tense body relax. He wiped away my tears and spoke gently and magnanimously. “Mia, this isn’t a dream. We’ll be happy together.” I nodded emotionally and said that crucial phrase: “I do.” Zack excitedly hugged me, as if embracing a precious treasure. But now, I was acutely aware that I wasn’t a treasure, but a stepping stone—a ladder for Zack to climb higher. I would make him trip over this stepping stone, let him climb the ladder, only to fall hard from the top!

After the wedding, the three of us returned to our marital home. Yes, three of us—me, Zack, and my mother-in-law. In my previous life, Zack and I had planned to buy a house for my mother-in-law in the countryside. But after seeing our marital home, she changed her mind and insisted on living with us. The apartment my parents gave me as a wedding gift was a large flat, more than enough for three people. Unable to withstand my mother-in-law’s fuss, I agreed to let her stay. But this decision nearly drove me to depression. She was extremely petty, making a big fuss over the slightest things and arguing with me in a loud voice. Whenever I talked back, she would throw tantrums and use every dirty trick in the book. She also spread rumors in the neighborhood that I was a bad daughter-in-law, making it impossible for me to hold my head high in the community group chat. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I moved with Zack to the smaller apartment he had bought with his own money. Looking back now, I realize how stupid I was. This was clearly a scheme concocted by mother and son, forcing me to live in a small apartment where I would be cheated on, while my mother-in-law enjoyed the large flat. This time around, I planned to deal with my mother-in-law first. “Mother, I’ve been thinking, and you were absolutely right before. A housekeeper is an outsider, we shouldn’t let our resources benefit strangers.” “From now on, I’ll give you the money for hiring a housekeeper and other household expenses. You can manage the household.” My mother-in-law happily agreed, even praising me for being good with money. I laughed coldly inside, waiting for her to lose control of the situation. On my mother-in-law’s first day in charge: The three meals were far from what I had requested. Breakfast: soy milk and fried dough sticks. I said nothing. Lunch: noodles with sauce. I still said nothing. Dinner: pickled vegetables with rice porridge. I continued to say nothing. The next morning, the cycle repeated. Breakfast: again, soy milk and fried dough sticks, and even less than yesterday. I stood at the dining table, looking coldly at my mother-in-law: “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Because Zack was present, my mother-in-law felt she had backup and didn’t even bother to pretend to be apologetic. She was extremely self-righteous. “Soy milk and fried dough sticks are fine for breakfast. All those complicated things you told me about, I can’t remember them.” “When Zack and I were poor, we ate even worse than this. People should learn to be content.” I ignored her and turned to Zack. “Zack, is your mother saying that I should suffer along with you? Is that it?” “I married you, and I can’t even have a meal I want to eat? Is that what you’re saying?” Zack looked uncomfortable and was about to explain when my mother-in-law interrupted him sharply. “You’re just being a spoiled princess. What’s wrong with soy milk and fried dough sticks? Didn’t you eat them yesterday? Did they poison you?” This time, I didn’t let Zack speak either. “Fine, I can eat it. But since we’re cutting back on expenses, give me back the extra grocery money.” At the mention of money, it was as if I had hit my mother-in-law’s sore spot. She jumped up, her eyes wide. “With transportation costs and labor fees, there’s no extra money!” I folded my arms and looked directly at her, speaking clearly. “Transportation doesn’t cost that much, and labor fees are wages, which aren’t included. If every meal is going to be at the standard of soy milk and fried dough sticks, you need to give me back at least five thousand dollars.” As my mother-in-law was about to argue, Zack suddenly interrupted loudly: “Mom! Listen to Mia.” Zack didn’t understand his mother as well as I did. To her, money was more important than her son’s words, and she couldn’t hear him at all. Sure enough, my mother-in-law burst into tears, pointing at us and scolding. “I’ve never seen someone so insistent on taking money from their elders. The daughter-in-law you brought home is too much, and even the son I raised with my own hands doesn’t side with his old mother anymore. What a misfortune for our family!” She waved her arms wildly, crying and complaining as if we had committed some terrible crime. As the drama unfolded, I went back to the bedroom to get my bag. Zack stopped me: “Mia, where are you going?” “Home.” “This is your home.” I laughed coldly, looking at him silently, then at the old woman who was still crying loudly. Zack couldn’t withstand my mocking gaze and helplessly let go of my hand. Before leaving, I discreetly glanced at my mother-in-law on the floor, catching a glimpse of her cunning, satisfied smile beneath her fake tears. Hah, laugh while you can. Your time for real tears will come.

I ate well, drank well, and slept well at my parents’ home. Life was extremely comfortable. The only discomfort came from Zack’s daily phone calls and messages. In the evening, I received another punctual call from Zack. But this time, when I answered, it wasn’t Zack’s voice, but my mother-in-law’s. I remained silent, waiting for the other end to speak first. After some faint urging in the background, my mother-in-law started speaking haltingly. “This time… it’s my fault. I’ll… give you back the money, and I’ll cook better meals from now on. Please come back.” Then Zack’s voice came on the line. “Mia, Mom knows she was wrong. Please come home. It’s not good for you to stay there for so long. Your parents already had issues with me, and if you keep doing this, they’ll look down on me even more.” In reality, whether I returned home or not wasn’t important. What mattered was that Zack was afraid my father would give him a hard time at work. Understanding his twisted motives, I remained silent. Zack softened his voice, using the approach that I used to fall for. “Mia, I’ve missed you so much these past few days.” Hearing this, I felt a wave of disgust, goosebumps breaking out all over my body. Afraid he might say something even more nauseating, I quickly agreed. “Alright, I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon.” The next day, I returned as promised. The table was full of home-cooked dishes. Although certainly not as good as our previous housekeeper’s cooking, they had at least made an effort to apologize. After the meal, my mother-in-law reluctantly returned the money to me. For the first few days after I returned, my mother-in-law did her job passably well. But by the fourth day, she gradually began to show her true colors. Lazy, sloppy, careless. One day, Zack came home with a face as black as thunder and went straight to the bathroom, spending a full hour there. At the dinner table, he asked his mother, “Mom, how did you wash these clothes?” My mother-in-law put on an innocent act: “I wash them every day, what’s wrong?” I saw Zack put down his chopsticks with considerable force, barely containing his anger. “I’ve had a cold recently, so my nose isn’t working well. Today, I wore the clothes you washed to work, and everyone I met avoided me. When I asked, they all said my clothes smelled bad. How could that be if you wash them every day?” I had smelled it in the morning, but I didn’t say anything. My mother-in-law probably smelled it too, but she didn’t dare say anything. Now that the truth was out, my mother-in-law still tried to defend herself. “There are so many clothes to wash every day, it’s normal to forget one.” Zack was gritting his teeth, struggling to control himself. “Mom, stop making excuses! Is it so hard to admit you made a mistake?” I was also struggling, trying not to laugh out loud. The show of dogs biting dogs was about to begin. My mother-in-law suddenly stood up: “Fine, now you’re starting to despise your old mother. When I raised you from a baby, changing your diapers and feeding you, why didn’t you complain about your old mother’s poor work then? Now that you’ve grown up, you’re nitpicking everything your mother does…” Zack’s face grew darker and darker as his mother ranted. My mother-in-law was spitting as she yelled, and suddenly turned her attack on me. “And you’re no better! Making your old mother-in-law work all day, my back and waist aching. Don’t think you’re really a princess. Take a good look at yourself before you judge others. Both of you are ungrateful!” I stepped back to avoid her spit, still trying to reason with her. “It’s just a job that you’re paid for, not exploitation. If you really can’t handle it, don’t force yourself. I have high standards for my life, and Zack can’t lose face when he goes out. By being so careless, you’re hurting both of us.” My mother-in-law’s face turned the color of pig liver. “I’m hurting you? Zack, search your conscience, has your mother ever hurt you?” With his mother being so unreasonable, Zack was about to lose his temper. “Mom, I couldn’t hold my head up in front of my colleagues today, all because of you. You’ve really gone too far this time!” This pushed my mother-in-law’s anger to the limit. Before either of us could react, she ran towards the front door. By the time we caught up with her, she was already downstairs in the community. My mother-in-law plopped down on the ground and started wailing loudly, her voice carrying far and wide. “Oh, how miserable I am! I worked myself to the bone to put my son through college, and now that he’s successful and married, he’s forgotten all the good his mother has done. He’s joining his wife in bullying me!” The commotion attracted a lot of attention from the neighbors. Some were watching from their windows, others came downstairs for a closer look. Remembering how the neighbors had criticized me in my previous life, I pushed Zack forward, sarcastically saying, “Your mother, you deal with her. I’m just a wicked daughter-in-law, I won’t get involved in your mother-son affairs.” With that, I melted into the crowd of onlookers, distancing myself from the situation.

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On the first day of college, I became the center of attention in the freshman group chat. Channel bags, Tom Ford makeup, Celine shirts, and Balenciaga shoes – I posted photos of them all in the group. I maxed out all my credit cards to carefully craft the image of a rich socialite, luring Lucy step by step into my trap. Three months later, she used the “life exchange system” to swap lives with me. I was reborn! During the summer after high school graduation, I worked three jobs a day. Livestreaming, tutoring, and doing online translations. After three busy months, I earned about $12,000. I didn’t waste a penny of it, spending it all on luxury goods. Channel bags, Tom Ford makeup, Celine shirts and Balenciaga shoes. On the first day of school, I used these items to successfully become the center of attention in the freshman group chat. [Is there parking near the dorm? I don’t want to leave my Lamborghini at home.] [Didn’t you all travel abroad this summer? I visited several countries. What’s the point of traveling if you don’t go overseas?] [Don’t call me Miss. My family does have some assets, but my parents always say to stay humble.] Every day I would post glamorous photos on Instagram, making sure to show high-end restaurant backgrounds or newly purchased expensive cosmetics. I successfully packaged myself as a show-off, low EQ rich socialite who came from money. Seeing Lucy’s envious compliments in the group chat, I knew the fish had taken the bait. I added her as a friend and sent an obnoxious voice message: “Lucy, right? From now on you can be my little follower! I’ll give you these things I don’t want anymore.” Attached was a photo of my newly bought Michael Kors signature tote bag, some outdated Chanel t-shirts, and a brand new bottle of Yankee Candle perfume. Lucy quickly replied with a voice message: “Thank you, Emma! Let me know if you need anything anytime.” She called me “Emma” very intimately, as if the role of follower brought her great satisfaction. But only I knew that she must be gritting her teeth and cursing me right now! Because in my past life, without me as the “rich socialite”, she had targeted an overseas Chinese girl in our class. Using the same flattery tactics, she became that girl’s follower. Three months into the semester, after fully understanding the overseas girl’s family background, she used the “life exchange system” on her. In my past life, after I accidentally witnessed her using the system to exchange lives, she imprisoned and tortured me. Before I died, she confessed everything to me. “This world was born for me. Whoever I set my sights on, I can exchange lives with them.” “Although I only have one chance.” When I discovered I had actually been reborn, I knew my one chance to change my life had come. I had to become Lucy’s target for the life exchange. I wanted her to know that even with the system, she would still lose miserably.

One month into the semester, the money I earned from my summer jobs was completely gone. I opened a credit card. Two months in, the credit card limit was maxed out. I started taking out online loans. Three months in, I woke up to find myself in Lucy’s dorm room. I knew I had succeeded. Using a fabricated wealthy family background and luxury goods bought with loans, I had gotten Lucy to use the system on me. From now on, I was Lucy. And she had become Emma. As class time approached, my roommate Lily was getting ready to leave. Seeing I was still in bed, she asked curiously: “Lucy, weren’t you supposed to save a seat for Emma today? Won’t she be angry if you’re late?” “Let her be angry, I’ve had enough.” Now that I had become Lucy, the first step was successful. No need to keep acting like a sycophant. I slept until noon, and by the time I returned to the classroom after lunch, the afternoon classes were about to start. “Emma” was standing at the classroom door, looking at me with hostility: “Lucy, you said you’d save me a seat. Where did you go? You made me late and the teacher scolded me.” I pretended to be angry and grabbed her collar. “What did you do to me? Why did I become you?” She leaned in close to my ear, deliberately lowering her voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you mean, my little follower?” “Enjoy being a poor nobody, Lucy!” Emma laughed as she shook off my hand, shoved me hard, and swaggered into the classroom. Inside the classroom. The class monitor was spraying saliva at the podium: “New Year’s is coming up, and the school is holding a New Year’s party. Anyone who wants to sign up, come get a form from me.” Emma eagerly expressed her interest in participating. I guessed that with her vanity, she would definitely want to go on a shopping spree and then make a splash at the New Year’s party to get more attention and praise. Sure enough, as soon as class ended, Emma started discussing what gowns to wear on stage with some other rich girls. “I just picked out a haute couture evening gown. I’ll have my mom buy it for me and send you guys photos when it arrives.” “Emma, your family really spoils you, giving you whatever you want.” “Well, girls should be raised with wealth, right? Otherwise our horizons are too narrow and we’re easily deceived.” Everyone was fawning over her and flattering her. Hiding in the shadows, I was smiling too. I wonder if she’s checked her bank account balance yet? She can talk big all she wants. That night, Emma pounded on my dorm room door so hard it shook. “Lucy, come out here!” I opened the door to see her glaring at me furiously. “Aren’t you supposed to be from a rich family? Why is there so little money in the bank account, and I can’t get through when I call your mom?” I quietly made a “shh” gesture, leaned in close to Emma, and whispered: “Why are you shouting? Do you want all the other students to know you have no money?” Emma reluctantly shut her mouth and followed behind me with a sullen expression as we walked to a quiet spot. She looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then finally exploded. “Tell me, what’s going on?” I patted her shoulder and kindly advised: “Just a friendly reminder, besides checking the bank balance, you should also check the credit card and online loan platforms. The numbers there are much bigger than in the bank account.” “Also, those designer bags and clothes in your closet are all rented at high prices. If you don’t return them on time and accidentally get sued, it wouldn’t be worth it.” Emma was stunned for a moment, then her voice suddenly rose: “Are you crazy? Overdrawing so much money just to create a rich socialite persona? How vain are you?” The sight of Emma getting so upset in front of me made me extremely happy. “What does this have to do with me? You’re Miss Emma now, aren’t you?”

Emma took a while to understand my meaning. Her eyes widened in shock and her tone changed. “You planned this from the beginning? You pretended to be rich, deliberately got my attention, then actively exchanged lives with me, didn’t you?” I smiled brightly: “That’s right, I planned it all. You’re so easy to fool! I thought I’d have to pretend for much longer to trick you!” “How did you know I have the system?” Emma wasn’t stupid, and lowered her voice when mentioning the system. I also softened my voice: “Because I’m reborn, you know.” I was telling the truth, but Emma didn’t believe me. She was furious and raised her hand to slap me, but I grabbed it and pushed her away. “Before you hit me, you should worry about the balance in your hands! How will you perform at the New Year’s party without a gown, Miss Emma?” Emma laughed angrily: “Even if you’ve become me, what use is it? My orphan identity is completely useless!” I waved my hand dismissively: “Whether it’s useful or not, we’ll find out later. Don’t regret it then.” Emma’s face fell: “I won’t regret it! But don’t think you’ll get off easy, you bitch!” She stomped her foot and ran away in a huff. I smiled in satisfaction. This is just the beginning, don’t back down now! As it turned out, Emma didn’t back down. She quickly started to retaliate. When I returned from washing up, I found the door to my dorm room locked from the inside. I knocked twice, and my roommate Lily’s hesitant voice came from behind the door. “Lucy, did you offend Emma somehow? She said if we dare let you in, she’ll lead everyone to target us in the future. We’re scared…” I don’t know if my initial image as an arrogant rich socialite was too successful, but these roommates really did submit to Emma’s threats. I was about to go along with it when I ran into Emma. “Isn’t this karma, Lucy? Look, no one dares let you in.” I ignored her and walked past towards the stairwell. People were coming and going in the stairwell. I didn’t care about their gazes at all and wasn’t embarrassed as I curled up in a corner. Emma followed like a plague. “I told you I wouldn’t let you off easy. You dare trick me, you have to bear the consequences of tricking me.” “Just wait, let’s see how you endure the days ahead!” I didn’t answer, just silently shed tears. Two girls passing by seemed to want to help me up, but seeing Emma standing nearby, they ultimately left. After Emma had her fill of watching, she left too. Lily, hiding behind the stairs, secretly brought me a blanket. “Lily, help me take some photos. Don’t cover me with the blanket, make it look as pitiful as possible.” Lily was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting the usually meek me to fight back. But she quickly reacted and took many photos as I requested. I chose a few that looked the most pitiful and anonymously posted them on the school forum. [First time seeing real bullying in college! Rich girls will be rich girls, we should all be careful, or we might be the ones sleeping in the stairwell next time.] As soon as it was posted, the comments exploded. Many people were curious. [Which rich girl? What major? What’s her name?] [How can they be so cruel without anyone stopping them? The school isn’t their home, who do they think they are?] [Suggest directly exposing this girl’s name, let this gentleman teach her a lesson.] My classmates could immediately tell this rich girl referred to Emma, and started explaining Emma’s show-off behavior in the comments, starting from the freshman group chat. Emma rarely checked the school forum and hadn’t discovered she’d been put on blast yet. Given her usual behavior, no one around her would voluntarily tell her about this either. So the next day, she still put on beautiful makeup and sat proudly in her classroom seat, completely unaware of the strange looks from those around her. This oblivious yet smug appearance made me laugh so hard!

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“Bullied and Betrayed: My Revenge Against a Toxic Family” Barbara “accidentally” sent her complaint about me to the family WhatsApp group: “My daughter-in-law is so lazy and greedy during her pregnancy. My son’s meager salary is all being eaten up by her!” I quickly @Brian: “See? Your mom thinks you’re incapable and don’t make enough money.” Then I @Barbara: “Feeling sorry that your son’s salary isn’t enough? Why don’t you go get a job too? That would solve the money problem!” Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve been extremely sleepy. One day, after waking up from a nap, I noticed Barbara wasn’t home. She probably went to the market to buy groceries. I quickly grabbed my phone, wanting to call and tell her not to buy anything yet. Today was Brian and my wedding anniversary, and we were going out for a candlelit dinner. As soon as I opened my phone, I saw over a dozen unread messages in the family group chat. I casually scrolled through and happened to see a voice message from Aunt Sophia: “Oh my, what’s going on? Airing grievances in the big group chat now? Aren’t you afraid of upsetting your precious daughter-in-law?” She followed it with a smirking emoji. I could imagine Aunt Sophia’s smug face even with my eyes closed. She was the typical troublemaker who loved to stir up drama. Her son’s marriage ended in divorce after just a year, largely due to her meddling. Yet she refused to acknowledge any fault, instead badmouthing the ex-daughter-in-law everywhere and causing tension between both families. Below that was a sarcastic voice message from Aunt Mary: “Young people these days are so delicate. Going to work seems to drain half their life force. Back in our day, we’d bike to work even while pregnant!” Aunt Mary was ostensibly supporting Barbara, but her words were clearly aimed at the daughters-in-law in the group. Her own daughter-in-law was busy with work and had no time for housework, so Aunt Mary went over to clean every day, harboring a lot of resentment. She had even complained to Barbara before: “This isn’t being a mother-in-law, it’s more like being a maid. At least maids get paid for their hard work!” She certainly had mastered the art of indirect criticism. But who exactly were Aunt Sophia and Aunt Mary talking about? I scrolled up further and finally saw Barbara’s voice message in the group, insinuating about me: “This daughter-in-law of mine, oh my! She’s so lazy and greedy during her pregnancy. My son’s small salary is all being eaten up by her!” So she was complaining that I was spending too much money during my pregnancy! I immediately sent two voice messages in the group, making sure to @Barbara: “Mom, why don’t you go get a job too? That way, with both you and Brian earning money, there’ll be enough to spend!” “The supermarket downstairs is hiring cashiers! 8 AM to 8 PM, lunch provided, $1500 a month. You love to gossip, right? Go there and talk all you want. With all the people coming and going, I’m sure you’ll get your fill of chatter.” As soon as I finished speaking, the group fell silent. No one dared to make any more sarcastic comments. That’s right, if you’re not willing to come help out, then go find a job! Stop giving me trouble!

Actually, I initially disagreed with having Barbara come take care of me during my pregnancy. But I was an older pregnant woman, and my health wasn’t great due to years of working hard in my career. So the doctor specifically advised that I needed to be extra careful in my daily activities. Brian also said that as my pregnancy progressed, it would be too dangerous for me to go out alone without someone to look after me. He worried about me when he was at work. The problem was, I had married far from home, and my dad had recently undergone surgery. My mom was already exhausted taking care of my dad and simply couldn’t be in two places at once for me. I had thought about hiring a nanny, but Brian said an outsider could never be as caring as family. That’s why I finally agreed to let him bring Barbara from their hometown to take care of me. But as soon as Barbara entered our home, she saw my dog Meatball. She frowned, clearly disgusted, and said sarcastically: “Lily, why haven’t you gotten rid of this dog yet?” “You’re pregnant now, you can’t keep a dog. Dogs carry parasites and bacteria, it’s bad for the baby in your belly.” I immediately felt a fire ignite inside me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself: “Mom, I’ve had Meatball for 7 years, since before I even met Brian. He’s not just a dog, he’s family to me.” “Besides, Meatball has had all his shots and medications. He won’t affect the baby at all.” Just then, Meatball happened to walk past Barbara. She kicked him disgustedly: “Oh my, how strange! You actually treat a dog like family? But a dog is just a dog, how can it be family?” “The most important thing for you right now is to take care of yourself and give me a healthy grandson. Why keep a dog? It’s full of germs!” The more Barbara spoke, the angrier I became. I felt all the blood rush to my head. My hands shook with rage as I raised my voice: “Mom, do you understand science at all? Doctors say keeping a dog has no effect on the fetus.” “Go look outside – forget about pregnant women, even families with newborns keep dogs! So many people have dogs, has any child had problems because of it?” Brian must have noticed I was truly angry, as he quickly ushered me into the bedroom with a mix of coaxing and deception. He casually closed the bedroom door and tried to placate me with a fawning expression: “Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry! My mom is just old and from a small town. She’s not really insisting we get rid of Meatball.” “Don’t take it personally. She just doesn’t understand the science of keeping dogs. You should explain it to her slowly, not argue with her. No matter what, she’s still my mom. We should talk things out nicely.” “Look at how you were acting earlier, like an angry rooster. It’s not worth it, it’s just a dog!” Brian’s attempt at mediation only made me angrier. He wasn’t being a peacemaker at all, he was clearly taking his mom’s side and implying I was the one with the problem. “What do you mean it’s not worth it? What do you mean it’s just a dog?” “Brian, when we got married I made it clear that I would never give up Meatball, even when pregnant or having kids. You agreed to that.” “What’s going on? Now that your mom’s here, you’re changing your tune?” Brian had been fawningly trying to appease me earlier, but now he suddenly changed his attitude. He yanked off his tie forcefully and threw it on the bed, his whole demeanor radiating impatience. It made me feel like I was looking at a stranger. “Look, Lily, you’re being a bit unreasonable here!” “My mom left my dad at home alone to come take care of you. Don’t you know how to be grateful?” “Besides, she didn’t really say much, just suggested getting rid of the dog. If we don’t, we don’t. Why are you being so stubborn about this?” I looked at the man before me, wondering if his soul had been possessed. How could he change so quickly? Just last night he had held me close and said: “Lily, when the baby is born, I’ll definitely be a good father. If it’s a girl, I’ll protect you both. If it’s a boy, we’ll protect you together!” In just one night, as soon as his mom arrived, he had changed completely? This argument ended with Brian storming out and slamming the door. Before leaving, he coldly tossed out one last comment: “Fine, you’re pregnant and your emotions are unstable. Think it over when you’ve calmed down. I’m going to see if my mom needs any help!” No comfort, no explanation. With one flippant sentence, he pushed all the blame onto my emotions. As if I was the villain who started the whole dispute. It made me doubt myself – was it really just pregnancy mood swings making me overly sensitive? Maybe Barbara didn’t really mean what she said about getting rid of Meatball? She’s older, after all. It’s normal for her to nag about everything she sees. Forget it, no matter what, she’s Brian’s mother and the grandmother of the child I’m carrying. For Brian’s sake, I’ll be more tolerant and not take offense at everything she says. After all, he’s caught between his wife and his mother. It must be difficult for him too.

I silently reassured myself for over 10 minutes, gradually calming down. I wanted to scroll through some short videos to distract myself. I had just picked up my phone when I saw Aunt Sophia had shared a video link in the family group chat: [Pregnant woman miscarries at 4 months, family pet to blame] [Should pregnant women really keep pets?] As soon as I saw this headline, I was furious. Did they install hidden cameras in my house? How do they know everything that happens here? So I @’ed Aunt Sophia in the group: “Aunt Sophia, what do you mean by sharing this link?” Aunt Sophia quickly replied: “Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just chatting with Barbara, and she mentioned you’re still keeping a dog while pregnant. She wanted to get rid of it, but you weren’t happy about that.” “I thought maybe you didn’t know the dangers of keeping a dog, so I specifically found this video.” “You should watch it quickly. Pregnant women really shouldn’t keep dogs. Get rid of it as soon as possible!” My anger, which had just subsided, instantly flared up again. Using the guise of concern to do things that upset me – isn’t this textbook emotional manipulation? Do they really think I’m made of dough to be kneaded at will? “Aunt Sophia, if you’re really that bored, why don’t you get a job? I think a matchmaking agency would be perfect. You could clean the office and find a wife for your son while you’re at it.” “Your son isn’t getting any younger. He’s 36 or 37 now, and hasn’t had a girlfriend since his divorce. If he waits much longer, I’m afraid he’ll be a bachelor for life.” Aunt Sophia immediately sent me a 60-second voice message. I didn’t need to listen to know what she was saying. “Lily, you’re being quite ungrateful! I’m just trying to look out for you!” “My son is single because his standards are high and he hasn’t found anyone he likes. What do you know? Besides, men are in their prime at 40!” You want to be passive-aggressive? I can play that game too! In the past, out of respect for Brian’s elders, I rarely spoke up in the group chat. But now that they’ve repeatedly pushed my boundaries, they can’t blame me for fighting back. “Oh, still saying men are in their prime at 40? With a mother-in-law like you at home, who would dare to pick that flower from your family?” Aunt Sophia, either rendered speechless by my retort or feeling she’d lost face being talked back to by a younger person, tersely replied: “I’m not getting involved in your family drama anymore.” After that, she didn’t say another word. Not getting involved? Good, that’s exactly what I want! Just as I was feeling extremely satisfied, Barbara suddenly pushed open the door. I was a bit annoyed. No matter what, there should be some basic respect between us, right? “Mom, don’t you know how to knock? You can’t just barge in without warning. This isn’t your house.” But Barbara didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with her behavior. She haughtily said: “Why should I knock in my son’s house?” Judging by Barbara’s tone, she didn’t come with good intentions. Sure enough, before I could speak, Barbara started interrogating me: “Lily, let me ask you something. Did you talk back to your Aunt Sophia? How can you be so ungrateful?” Barbara stood in the doorway, sunlight shining on her. It highlighted the wrinkles on her face, making her angry expression look particularly twisted and distorted. My tone softened a bit: “Yes, I did talk back. She messed up her own son’s marriage, and now she’s trying to meddle in our family affairs.” “Mom, you need to understand – we’re family, Aunt Sophia is just your sister!” Maybe Barbara saw some logic in what I said, or maybe she had figured it out herself. Her aggressive demeanor diminished slightly, and she muttered quietly: “Well, you still shouldn’t talk to your Aunt Sophia like that. She is my older sister, after all.” My tone was gentle, but my attitude remained firm: “Mom, she may be your sister, but that doesn’t give her the right to interfere in Brian’s and my life.” Barbara was an uneducated woman. Hearing me address her respectfully as “Mom” and maintain a submissive attitude, she lost her anger. She meekly closed the door, saying: “Alright, alright. You just rest.”

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I discovered that my husband had secretly bought an apartment for his childhood sweetheart right above our home. He was literally cheating on me under my nose. Later, a fire broke out in our building due to faulty equipment. As we were fleeing for our lives, I stumbled upon their dirty secret. They joined forces and pushed me into the raging flames. As my soul left my body, I watched from above as the true colors of these evil people, hidden beneath their human facades, were revealed. Perhaps due to the weight of my grievances, heaven granted me a second chance. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself at my wedding with Jack. The wedding hall was packed with guests. Jack, standing opposite me, said with deep emotion, “I do.” But I hesitated, the bouquet slipping from my hands and falling to the ground. Just a moment ago, I had been floating above my own funeral, watching as my husband and his mistress, who had murdered me with their own hands, plotted to seize my family’s assets. They were even discussing using a jade pendant to suppress my soul. Unable to contain my rage, I had lunged at them, seeking revenge, only to be sucked into the jade pendant. And now, I had opened my eyes to find myself back at my wedding to Jack. The overwhelming sense of unreality made me uneasy. I needed to do something to prove this wasn’t a dream. In the next second, a sharp crack rang out, silencing the entire hall. Against the backdrop of sweet background music, Jack’s face was turned to one side by the force of my slap. Only when I felt the stinging pain in my palm did I dare to believe that heaven had truly given me a second chance. From great sorrow to great joy, I suddenly burst out laughing like a madwoman. Jack, his face slightly swollen from the slap, showed no anger. Instead, he came over to check on me, concern evident in his voice. “Lily, what’s wrong?” My parents rushed up from their seats, examining me anxiously. Seeing my parents again, my heart softened. I hugged them tearfully, choking out an apology. “Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry.” Not understanding the situation, they embraced me unconditionally, trying to comfort me. “Sweetie, if you’re unhappy, we can call off the wedding,” they offered. I almost agreed, but then my eyes met Jack’s. His face was half white, half red, as he stood rigidly to one side. Averting my gaze, I noticed my mother-in-law sitting in the family section, looking equally tense. In the fire, I had sworn that if given the chance, I would make them suffer a thousand times more than I had. For now, I needed to let the wedding continue. I explained to my parents, “It’s nothing. I just realized how immature I’ve been and how much trouble I’ve caused you.” My parents believed me and returned to their seats, reassured by my words. I took the microphone from the officiant. Taking advantage of the tears still in my eyes, I forced a choked voice and explained to Jack. “I was just overwhelmed with emotion. I love you so much that I was afraid this wedding might be a dream. I’m sorry, Jack.” My declaration made Jack relax his tense posture. He wiped away my tears and spoke with gentle magnanimity. “Lily, this isn’t a dream. We’ll be happy together.” I nodded emotionally and said the words he was waiting to hear: “I do.” Jack hugged me excitedly, as if clutching a precious treasure. But now, I knew clearly that I wasn’t his treasure. I was just a stepping stone, a ladder for Jack to climb higher. I would make that stepping stone trip him up, let him climb the ladder only to fall hard from the top!

After the wedding, the three of us returned to our new home. Yes, three of us – me, Jack, and my mother-in-law. In my previous life, Jack and I had planned to buy a house for his mother in the countryside. But after seeing our new apartment, she changed her mind and insisted on living with us. The apartment my parents gave me as a wedding gift was a large luxury flat, more than spacious enough for three people. Unable to withstand my mother-in-law’s fuss, I agreed to let her stay. But that decision nearly drove me to depression. She was incredibly petty, raising her voice to argue with me over the slightest things. Whenever I talked back, she would throw tantrums, using every underhanded trick in the book. She even spread rumors in the neighborhood that I was a terrible daughter-in-law, making it impossible for me to show my face in the community chat group. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I moved with Jack to the smaller apartment he had bought with his own money. Now that I think about it, I was such a fool. This was clearly a scheme cooked up by mother and son, forcing me to live in a small apartment where I would be cheated on, while my mother-in-law enjoyed the spacious flat. This time around, I planned to deal with my mother-in-law first. “Mother, I’ve been thinking about what you said before. You’re absolutely right – we shouldn’t let outsiders benefit from our resources,” I said sweetly. “From now on, I’ll give you the money we would have spent on a housekeeper, plus some extra for household expenses. You can manage everything.” My mother-in-law agreed joyfully, even praising me for being good with money. I smiled coldly inside, waiting for her to make a mess of things. On my mother-in-law’s first day in charge: For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the meals were far from what I had requested. Breakfast: soy milk and fried dough sticks. I said nothing. Lunch: noodles with sauce. I remained silent. Dinner: plain porridge with pickled vegetables. Still, I kept quiet. The next morning, the cycle repeated. Breakfast: again, soy milk and fried dough sticks, even less than yesterday. I stood at the dining table, looking coldly at my mother-in-law. “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Feeling emboldened by Jack’s presence, my mother-in-law didn’t even bother to feign embarrassment. She was brazenly self-righteous. “Soy milk and fried dough sticks are good enough for breakfast. All that fancy stuff you told me about, I can’t remember it all.” “Back when Jack and I were poor, we ate even worse than this. People should learn to be content.” Ignoring her, I turned to Jack. “Jack, is your mother suggesting that I should suffer along with you? Is that it?” “I married you, and I can’t even have a decent meal. Is that what you’re saying?” Jack looked uncomfortable and was about to explain when his mother cut him off sharply. “You’re just a spoiled princess! What’s wrong with soy milk and fried dough sticks? Didn’t you eat them yesterday? Did they poison you?” This time, I didn’t let Jack speak either. “Fine, I can eat it. But since we’re cutting back on expenses, give me back the extra money for groceries.” At the mention of money, my mother-in-law jumped as if stung, her eyes bulging. “With transportation and labor costs, there’s no extra money!” I crossed my arms and stared at her directly, spelling it out clearly. “Transportation doesn’t cost that much, and labor is your salary, which isn’t included. If every meal is going to be at the level of soy milk and fried dough sticks, you need to return at least $700 to me.” As my mother-in-law tried to argue, Jack suddenly interrupted loudly, “Mom! Listen to Lily.” Jack didn’t understand his mother as well as I did. To her, money was more important than her son’s words. She couldn’t hear a thing he said. Sure enough, my mother-in-law burst into tears, pointing at us and shouting. “I’ve never seen such a daughter-in-law, demanding money from her elders! The woman you married is too much, and now even the son I raised with my own hands doesn’t side with his old mother. What a disgrace to the family!” She waved her arms wildly, crying and complaining as if we had committed some terrible crime. As this farce unfolded, I went to our room to get my bag. Jack stopped me. “Lily, where are you going?” “Home,” I replied. “This is your home,” he insisted. I laughed coldly, giving him a wordless look, then glancing at the old woman who was still wailing nonstop. Jack couldn’t withstand my mocking gaze and let go of me helplessly. Before leaving, I sneaked a glance at my mother-in-law on the floor. Beneath her fake crying, I caught a glimpse of a sly, satisfied smile. Hah, laugh while you can. Your time for real tears will come.

I enjoyed a comfortable life at my parents’ home, eating and sleeping well. The only discomfort came from Jack’s daily phone calls and messages. That evening, I received Jack’s call right on schedule. But this time, when I answered, it wasn’t Jack’s voice – it was my mother-in-law’s. I remained silent, waiting for her to speak first. After some muffled prompting in the background, my mother-in-law started speaking haltingly. “This time… it was my fault. I’ll… give you back the money. I’ll cook better meals from now on. Please come back.” Then Jack’s voice came on the line. “Lily, Mom knows she was wrong. Please come home. It’s not good for you to stay away for so long. My parents already have issues with me, and if you keep this up, they’ll look down on me even more.” The truth was, whether I returned home or not didn’t really matter. What mattered was that Jack was afraid my father would give him a hard time at work. Understanding his ulterior motives, I remained silent, not responding to him. Jack softened his voice, using the approach that had always worked on me before. “Lily, I’ve missed you so much these past few days.” Hearing this, I felt a wave of disgust, goosebumps breaking out all over my skin. Afraid he might say something even more nauseating, I quickly agreed. “Alright, I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon.” The next day, I returned as promised. The table was laden with home-cooked dishes. While certainly not up to the standards of our previous housekeeper, it was a clear attempt at an apology. After the meal, my mother-in-law reluctantly returned the money to me. For the first few days after my return, my mother-in-law did a passable job with her duties. But by the fourth day, she gradually began to show her true colors. Lazy, sloppy, careless. One day, Jack came home with a face as dark as thunder. He went straight to the bathroom and spent a full hour washing up. At dinner, he questioned his mother, “Mom, how did you wash these clothes?” My mother-in-law feigned ignorance. “I wash them every day. What’s wrong?” I saw Jack put down his chopsticks with considerable force, barely containing his anger. “I’ve had a cold lately, so my sense of smell isn’t great. But today, wearing the clothes you washed, everyone at work avoided me. When I asked, they all said my clothes smelled awful. How could that happen if you wash them every day?” I had noticed the smell in the morning, but I hadn’t said anything. My mother-in-law had probably noticed too, but she didn’t dare admit it. Now that the truth was out, she still tried to defend herself. “With so many clothes to wash every day, it’s normal to forget one or two.” Jack gritted his teeth, struggling to control himself. “Mom, stop making excuses! Is it so hard to admit you made a mistake?” I was also struggling – struggling not to laugh out loud. The show of dogs biting dogs was about to begin. My mother-in-law exploded, standing up abruptly. “Fine! So now you’re finding fault with your old mother! When I raised you from a baby, changing your diapers and feeding you, you didn’t complain about how I did things. Now that you’ve grown up, you’re nitpicking everything your mother does…” Jack’s face grew darker and darker as his mother ranted. Spittle flying, my mother-in-law suddenly turned her anger towards me. “And you’re no better! Making me work all day, my back and legs aching. Don’t think you’re some princess! Take a good look at yourself before you start ordering me around. Both of you, ungrateful!” I stepped back to avoid her spray, but still tried to reason with her. “It’s not ordering you around, it’s just work that you’re paid for. If you really can’t handle it, don’t force yourself. I have high standards for my life, and Jack can’t lose face at work. By being so careless, you’re hurting both of us.” My mother-in-law’s face turned the color of a pig’s liver. “I’m hurting you? Jack, search your conscience! Has your mother ever hurt you?” With his mother being so unreasonable, Jack was about to lose his temper. “Mom, I couldn’t hold my head up in front of my colleagues today, all because of you. You’ve really gone too far this time!” This pushed my mother-in-law’s anger to the limit. Before either of us could react, she ran towards the front door. By the time we caught up with her, she was already downstairs in the community. My mother-in-law plopped herself down on the ground and began wailing at the top of her lungs. “Oh, what a miserable life I have! I worked myself to the bone to put my son through college, and now that he’s successful and married, he’s forgotten all his mother’s kindness. He’s ganging up with his wife to bully me!” Her dramatic performance attracted quite a crowd of neighbors. Some were watching from their windows, while others came down for a closer look. Remembering how the neighbors had criticized me in my previous life, I pushed Jack forward, sneering, “She’s your mother, you deal with her. I’m just the evil daughter-in-law, I won’t interfere in your family matters.” With that, I melted into the crowd of onlookers, washing my hands of the whole affair.

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To repay my uncle and aunt for raising me, I married Lucas Foster, the autistic heir of the Foster family, in place of my cousin. For seven years, he treated me with utter coldness. I swallowed my pride and tried to initiate intimacy, only to be met with endless mockery and disdain. Later, when I successfully organized an art exhibition for him, he held another woman’s hand right in front of me. I knew then that my task was complete. It was time for me to leave. To outsiders, marrying into the Foster family was like winning the lottery. As one of the most prestigious old-money families in the city, they usually opted for business alliances in marriage. And I was just an orphan living on others’ charity. I was only six when my parents died. More than grief, I felt terror about the future. My uncles fought bitterly over the inheritance, and none of them wanted to take care of me, claiming I brought bad luck. They decided to send me to an orphanage. I didn’t want to go to the orphanage. I’d heard stories about how terrible those places were. So I found my mom’s old phone and tried calling my uncle – it was my first time contacting my mother’s side of the family. Mom had been from a wealthy family too, but she’d cut ties with them to marry my father. When Uncle Jack heard my plea, he hung up without a word. I told myself he was just hurt by my mother’s actions and it was natural for him not to want anything to do with me. But I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. The next day, I woke up early, packed my little backpack, and prepared to run away. I’d rather go hungry and sleep under a bridge than end up in that orphanage. But just as I slipped out of my room, I bumped into a man. I recognized him as my uncle immediately – he looked so much like my mom. Uncle Jack patted my head and asked if I’d had breakfast. When I said no, he picked me up and took me to his home. My grandparents had already passed away. Aunt Lisa frowned when she saw how skinny I was. “I have to take care of Noah and Emma. I don’t have time for her. You brought this trouble home, you deal with it,” she told Uncle Jack. “Don’t worry, she’s a good kid. Just give her food, and she’ll take care of everything else,” he replied. To prove Uncle Jack right, I learned to feed myself, dress myself, go to school, and sleep on my own. I even helped look after my cousins. Emma was only two months younger than me, a proud little princess. She never called me ‘sister’, instead treating me like a servant. But I didn’t mind. We all have our own destinies, and she had reasons to be proud. As for me, I was just grateful to grow up safe and healthy. After high school graduation, Uncle Jack wanted to send Emma and me to study in England together. But Lucas’s appearance disrupted all those plans.

He came with Mrs. Foster to propose marriage. Apparently, our grandfathers had once jokingly arranged a marriage between their children over drinks. No one expected Mrs. Foster to take it seriously. The atmosphere was awkward. Lucas, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly stood up and walked towards the backyard. Aunt Lisa quickly told me to follow him and take care of him. At first, I didn’t know he had autism. I just thought this young heir was being rude. It was late spring, and the roses in the garden were in full bloom. Lucas took out a sketchpad from his backpack as if by magic and started drawing intently. Not wanting to disturb him, I stood behind him, watching silently. Without exaggeration, Lucas was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He had perfect bone structure and skin as fair as jade. His deep, soul-stirring eyes exuded an air of nobility. Just as I was secretly marveling at the lottery of birth, things took a sudden turn. Lucas seemed dissatisfied with his drawing and crumpled the paper in frustration. I wanted to comfort him, but he suddenly reached out and gripped a thorny rose stem tightly. Blood immediately started flowing, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain. Instead, he tilted his head, looking thoughtful. “Let go! Quick, let go!” I panicked like an ant on a hot pan. Young Mr. Foster was an important guest, and I didn’t know what trouble it would cause Uncle Jack if he got hurt under my watch. I called out loudly, but he had no reaction. Left with no choice, I reached out to pull his arm. The moment I touched his sleeve, he suddenly became enraged and pushed me to the ground. I was terrified. His expression was so frightening that I thought he might hit me. But he didn’t. He just turned back to continue drawing. Mrs. Foster heard the commotion and hurried over. She seemed used to such incidents and quickly left with her son. After they left, Emma burst into tears. “I don’t want to get married! I want to go to England! If you force me, I’ll kill myself!” Uncle Jack was heartbroken but also helpless. Most of the family’s business relied on the Fosters. Offending Mrs. Foster would have unthinkable consequences. Aunt Lisa comforted her daughter while secretly glancing at me. “The Thompsons don’t just have one daughter. Why do you keep focusing on Emma?” Emma nodded vigorously. “That’s right, let Aria marry him. You’ve raised her for so many years, it can’t be for nothing.” “What are you saying? Lucas is autistic. How could I push Aria into such a difficult situation?” Uncle Jack protested. “So you’d rather push your own daughter into the fire…” Aunt Lisa retorted.

Uncle Jack and Aunt Lisa argued all night. I hid in my room, listening silently, and made my decision. The next day, I told Uncle Jack that I was willing to marry into the Foster family in Emma’s place. “Emma is right. You and Aunt Lisa have been so good to me. It’s time for me to repay your kindness,” I said. Uncle Jack’s eyes turned red as he held my hand, wanting to say something. But in the end, he couldn’t get the words out. Because of Lucas’s condition, the wedding was very simple. I thought his willingness to marry meant he was prepared to live with me. But I was wrong. On our wedding night, as soon as I stepped into our room, his face darkened. “Get out!” “This is my room too,” I said. “You’re not allowed to sleep here.” I tried to reason with him, to explain the meaning of marriage. But he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he tore up all the red ‘double happiness’ decorations in the room. Helpless, I turned to leave. Mrs. Foster saw this and sighed, calling me to her study. She told me that Lucas wasn’t a bad person by nature, just socially withdrawn and unwilling to interact with others. Since I had married him, it was my responsibility to take care of him. She believed that if I tried hard enough, I could eventually open Lucas’s heart and make him accept me. I decided to give it a try. Taking care of someone with autism is both mentally and physically exhausting. Every day, I personally prepared his meals, reminded him to take his medicine, and took him for medical check-ups. To understand him better, I bought all the books I could find about autism and studied them late into the night. My efforts gradually paid off. Lucas slowly got used to my presence and no longer rejected me as he had at first. I was allowed to ride in the same car with him or sit at the same table for meals. Knowing I liked fruit, he would personally prepare beautiful fruit platters for me. When I caught a cold due to my weak immune system, he would force me to drink ginger tea. Time passed, and we both got used to this life. The only one unsatisfied was Mrs. Foster. She talked to me every other day, always with the same purpose: urging me to have a child. Forced into a corner, I had to tell her the truth. Lucas hadn’t shown any interest in physical intimacy and wouldn’t even allow me to sleep in the same bed. Mrs. Foster was anxious and angry. She took Lucas for a medical examination. The doctor said there was nothing wrong with his physical functions; he just couldn’t overcome his psychological barriers and accept such an intimate relationship. “When it comes down to it, it’s your problem,” Mrs. Foster told me. “Can’t you find a way to make him fall in love with you?” I was at a loss. I didn’t even know what love was myself, let alone Lucas.

In our seventh year of marriage, Mrs. Foster gave me an ultimatum. “The Foster family has only had one child for three generations. We can’t let the line end here. If you can have a child, do it. If you can’t, I’ll find someone else who can. But then I won’t have time to care about the Thompson family’s business!” Faced with such a blatant threat, I had no choice but to give in. That night, I found a romantic movie and invited Lucas to watch it with me. He agreed but left halfway through, saying it was boring. After my shower, I changed into the lingerie Mrs. Foster had specially made for me and nervously knocked on Lucas’s door. “I’m going to sleep,” he said. “We can talk tomorrow.” Lucas blocked the door, not letting me in. “I’ve painted a new picture of birds. I was hoping you could take a look,” I said. That’s right, to please Lucas, I had even taken up painting classes. Lucas finally agreed to let me in, but his expression remained cold and he wouldn’t look at me. “Where’s the painting?” he asked. “Don’t rush. The paper is quite large, we need to spread it out on the bed.” I tried my best to overcome my embarrassment and acted seductively, like in the movies. The nearly see-through nightgown left little to the imagination. But Lucas still had no reaction. His gaze was focused entirely on the non-existent painting. “Stop painting,” he said suddenly. “What?” “I said, stop painting from now on. Your brushwork is weak, you have no talent. Even a three-year-old could paint better than you.” I blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed. “If I’m not good, you could teach me. I’d be the most obedient student,” I said, reaching out to touch him. He pushed me away roughly. At that moment, the strap of my nightgown snapped. I stood there naked in front of Lucas, like a peeled egg. “Get out! Get out of here!” he shouted. “You filthy woman! Disgusting woman!” “Painting is the most sacred thing. How dare you desecrate it!” I had never seen Lucas so angry before. His bloodshot eyes stared at me as if I had committed some unforgivable sin. In the past, I would have run out immediately, terrified. But not today. Trembling, I wrapped myself in a blanket. “Lucas, we need to have a child. Otherwise, I won’t be able to stay here anymore.” “Who wants you to stay here?” he spat. “Look in the mirror. See how disgusting you are!” “I hate you. It would be best if you never appeared in front of me again!” “Do you really mean that?” I asked. Even though I knew he was ill, these words still hurt me deeply. After seven years of companionship, even a pet cat or dog would have developed some affection. Lucas nodded firmly, ignoring the tears in my eyes as he roughly pushed me out of the room.

I fell seriously ill. Mrs. Foster, afraid I might infect her son, told me to go back to my family for a while. Seeing how thin I had become, Uncle Jack kept asking if I had been mistreated at the Foster house. Not wanting to worry him, I just smiled and shook my head. After a few years away, Emma had finished her graduate studies. She had studied jewelry design and started her own brand after returning home, making a name for herself in the industry. “Aria, thank you. If you hadn’t sacrificed yourself to save me back then, I wouldn’t be where I am today,” she said. It was the first time she had called me ‘sister’, and I suddenly felt emotional. Time really flies, and everyone keeps growing. Only I seemed to be stuck in an endless loop, unable to find a way out. “Aria, Dad has been working hard to adjust the company structure in recent years, trying to reduce our dependence on the Fosters. Noah and I can also stand on our own feet now. If you’re not happy at the Foster house, you can leave anytime,” Emma said. Her words shocked me. Before this, I had never thought my life could have any other possibilities. “Can I really?” I asked. Emma held my hand and nodded firmly. “It’s not just my opinion. All these years, Mom and Dad have felt guilty. Their only wish now is for you to be happy.” “I don’t know. My mind is a mess. Let me think about it,” I replied. I only stayed at Uncle Jack’s house for three days. Mrs. Foster called, saying Lucas couldn’t get used to other people’s cooking and asking me to come back quickly. When I returned home, I didn’t see Lucas. The housekeeper told me that for the past few days, he had been going out early and coming back late, refusing any company. This was strange. In my impression, Lucas was a homebody. Every time he needed to go out, I had to coax him for a long time. Him staying out all day alone, not talking to strangers – it was hard to imagine. I made his favorite tofu soup, planning to eat with him when he came back. But I accidentally fell asleep on the couch while waiting. Vaguely, I felt someone beside me. I opened my eyes suddenly and found Lucas staring at me expressionlessly. “Where have you been? Why are you back so late? What if something dangerous happened to you?” I asked anxiously. “Aria,” he said. “Yes?” “Do you know what I hate most about you?” I was speechless, not knowing how to answer. “You keep saying I’m your husband, but in your heart, you just treat me like a child who never grew up, a disabled person who can’t take care of himself. I hate that feeling,” he said.

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Amidst a room full of distinguished guests, my fiancé snatched away my bridal bouquet. He then dropped to one knee, proposing to my sister, who accepted with tears of joy. The wedding suddenly had a new bride, and I became the laughingstock of everyone’s gossip. But then, Lucas Reed, Hong Kong’s golden boy, stepped in with a marriage contract, boldly proposing to me. After our wedding, Lucas showered me with affection, and I once again opened my heart. On the night of my birthday party, I pretended to be drunk and fell asleep in Lucas’s arms. As people discussed how much one could truly love another, I heard him say, “I married the sister my true love despises the most, just to clear the path for her.” Every word fell like thunder in my ears. Nestled closest to his heart, I listened as he professed his love for my sister. I felt my blood run cold, as if plunged into an icy abyss. The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into a chorus of cheers. “As expected of the golden boy! Willing to share a bed with someone he doesn’t love for the sake of his true love.” “Mr. Reed is such a romantic, silently loving Chloe for so many years, even sacrificing his own marriage.” Lucas’s voice was low but tender: “As long as Chloe can be happy, I’m willing to do anything.” His friend teased, “I heard Chloe and Samuel are getting divorced. Doesn’t that mean you can rekindle your romance soon? When are you planning to come clean about your current situation?” Lucas paused before replying coolly, “Olivia can’t live without me. We’ll deal with this slowly.” “Don’t any of you mention this in front of her. I don’t want to see her make a fuss.” Everyone agreed, not daring to upset the golden boy. Someone, emboldened by alcohol, joked, “But Mr. Reed isn’t losing out either. A movie star must be quite the treat in bed.” Lucas chuckled, his fingers absently caressing my earlobe: “Indeed, she is.” I clenched my jaw, holding back tears. I had thought Lucas was my salvation from a bottomless pit. Little did I know, he was the knife cutting the rope. Seven years of marriage had become a joke. Be it Samuel or Lucas, they all loved Chloe. No one loved me.

As the party ended, Lucas personally carried me to the car. He quietly instructed the driver, “My wife is asleep, drive carefully.” Still attentive and considerate, he even lowered his head to nuzzle me gently, his breath warm against my ear. Half-lying in his arms, memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow. Years ago, Samuel Shaw, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly backed out of our wedding. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of all of Hong Kong. That’s when Lucas appeared with a marriage contract. He said he had just inherited his company and needed a stable, suitable marriage to help him establish his position in the group. At that time, disillusioned with love, I didn’t hesitate to agree to this arranged marriage. He gave me a grand wedding that stunned all of Hong Kong, with fireworks lighting up Victoria Harbor all night long. Originally determined to lock away my heart forever, I gradually softened to his unwavering devotion over seven years, opening my heart to him. Now I realized, what I thought was a jar full of honey was actually filled with poison. Immersing myself in it would have been fatal. “Honey,” I murmured, feigning just waking up. Lucas immediately adjusted me to the most comfortable position, letting me lean on his shoulder. “Baby, you drank so much. Are you feeling unwell? I’ll make you some hangover soup when we get home.” I clung to his arm, whining softly, “I was just happy today.” My voice was as sweet as ever. It was all an act, after all. If an amateur like him could keep it up for seven years, how could I, a professional actress, not manage? Lucas was clearly pleased, kissing my forehead lightly. “I have a new project coming up, so I might not be able to visit you on set often. Take care of yourself while filming.” “I’ll arrange for meals to be sent to the set regularly, and have your assistant make sure you eat everything… If you don’t behave… I’ll have to punish you…” Lucas’s suggestive hand lightly pinched my waist. I suppressed the urge to vomit and twisted away. “Stop it, that tickles…”

Late at night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I thought of the hidden safe in Lucas’s study, which I had never opened before. This time, it took me only a second to open it. Because I finally knew the password was Chloe’s birthday. Inside, contrary to my expectations, there weren’t any mementos of Lucas and Chloe. There was only one company seal. The company name on it struck me like lightning. It was a company I had no connection with, but its name was very familiar to me. Because all the movies, TV shows, and commercial projects Chloe had been involved in over the years were heavily invested in by this company. I had always been puzzled. Why did Chloe, whose acting skills were constantly criticized, have even better resources than me, a wealthy socialite? The mystery was finally solved at this moment. It was Lucas, always paving the way for her. Once, a famous director personally invited me to be the lead actress in his latest film. The script and creative team were all to my satisfaction. To prepare for this role, I cleared half a year in my schedule, worked out to build muscle, and endured a lot of hardship. I had expressed to Lucas more than once how important this project was to me. But he said, “Baby, why work so hard? Isn’t it better to stay at home and be Mrs. Reed?” However, before the film started shooting, the director, willing to pay me a hefty breach of contract fee, replaced me with Chloe as the female lead. It was this company with the mysterious legal representative that tripled the investment, snatching the role away from me for Chloe. I put the seal back in its original position and closed the safe. In the dark and silent room, my eyes were misty with tears. My phone chimed with a notification, the suddenly lit screen particularly glaring in the darkness. “Miss White, have you really thought this through?” “Yes.” It was time to exit their love triangle game.

The next morning, the company’s car came to pick me up for the set. Lucas personally saw me off, kissing the corner of my lips before I left. “Baby, take care and don’t work too hard.” I voluntarily reported my schedule for the day: “We’re shooting an explosion scene today.” Lucas paused: “Wasn’t that scheduled for next week?” “It was changed last minute. We’re changing locations in a couple of days, so this saves us from having to set up the scene again.” He hugged me again, completely oblivious to my probing: “Make sure all safety measures are in place. Be careful.” My heart sank. In the past, whenever I had to film dangerous scenes like explosions, car crashes, or wire work, Lucas would always make time to personally oversee the set. Time and again, he would check the safety measures himself to ensure my wellbeing. But now… With news of Chloe’s marital problems just out, he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care deeply anymore. If that’s how it is, I might as well step aside for these star-crossed lovers. During a break in filming, I spotted Lucas’s Rolls-Royce in the parking lot of the neighboring set. Remembering that Chloe was the lead actress for that production, I felt a sudden urge to see him one last time. This impulse drove me towards his car. However, only the driver and his assistant were in the car. Seeing me, they hurriedly got out, looking flustered. “Mrs. Reed, Mr. Reed went to the restroom…” But their eyes kept darting nervously towards Chloe’s trailer nearby. Understanding dawned on me. I walked up and knocked on the trailer door. It was Lucas who opened it. Behind him on the couch, Chloe’s hair was slightly disheveled, her buttons done up crookedly. Seeing me, Lucas panicked for a moment before quickly composing himself. “Olivia, I came to see you and happened to run into Chloe. We were just discussing some business.” I forced a smile: “Oh? What business do you have with my sister that you didn’t tell me about?” “Just some boring work stuff. You wouldn’t be interested,” Lucas brushed me off gently. I was about to speak when his assistant came running up with a work phone: “Mr. Reed, it’s an overseas call from our partners.” Lucas patted my head, coaxing me: “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back.” He took the phone and walked away. Chloe uncrossed her legs and sauntered over, looking smug: “Curious about what Lucas and I were discussing, aren’t you? Oh, Olivia, my dear little sister.” “His company is about to announce me as their new brand ambassador across all lines.” “Soon, the whole world will know that Mrs. Reed’s husband chose his wife’s rival as their spokesperson…” “Isn’t that like rubbing your face in the dirt?” “Olivia, just you wait. I’m going to take everything that belongs to you, one by one.” She flashed a bright, challenging smile. She lifted her hair, deliberately showing me the fresh kiss mark on her neck. Chloe and I are half-sisters, sharing the same father but different mothers. She was raised elsewhere until my mother passed away, and then our father brought her home. Once, I had hoped to have a good sisterly relationship with her, but she always hated me and refused to get close. “Olivia, I hate you. You and your mother stole my father, stole everything that should have been mine!” “Chloe, my mom married dad in an arranged marriage. She didn’t know he already had a pregnant girlfriend… My mom was a victim too!” “Shut up! If it weren’t for your mom, dad would have married my mother! You’d better remember, you’re not my sister!” Our father always felt he owed Chloe, and from childhood, he always told me to give in to her. Even when she publicly stole my groom at my wedding to Samuel, dad only scolded her briefly before directly changing the bride on the spot. I fell into self-doubt and even depression for a while. It was Lucas who pulled me out of that quagmire with his love and gentle care. Chloe repeatedly snatched away my resources. Lucas always advised me: “Just treat your acting career as a hobby. I’d rather you spend more time at home with me.” I felt incredibly sweet inside. Meanwhile, Chloe took on several roles I had originally been interested in, greatly increasing her national popularity. Thinking about it now, my rival in the entertainment industry wasn’t just Chloe. It was also my dear husband, who shared my bed but not my dreams. “Oh, by the way, Lucas came to give me a script. He’s investing in a new movie for me, hired the most famous director, the most luxurious creative team. We’re starting production soon.” She handed me the paper script from the table. The cover bore the title in large letters – “Redemption in the Clouds.” Flipping through a few pages, my heart began to tremble violently. On the computer at home, there was a script I had been polishing for seven whole years. It was adapted from my story with Lucas, recording the journey of our seven-year marriage, from strangers to lovers, every little detail. Now it had been handed over to Chloe as a gift from Lucas. I was about to question her when I saw Chloe flash a meaningful smile. Then she raised her hand and slapped herself hard twice on the face, messed up her own hair, and screamed loudly: “Ah—” “Olivia, what are you doing!” Lucas, who was about to step onto the trailer, rushed over at the sound. He looked panicked, not even glancing at me as he pushed me aside and rushed to Chloe, urgently asking: “Chloe, are you okay?” Chloe covered her face, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful. “Lucas, I don’t know… I didn’t do anything, I just invited her in for tea, and she rushed over to hit me, calling me a slut…” Lucas looked up at me, his gaze cold and harsh in a way I had never seen before: “Olivia, I know you have hostility towards Chloe, but how could you hit her for no reason! Look at what you’ve done to her face, how is she supposed to film?” “There are paparazzi outside. If they catch wind of this, how do you plan to deal with it?” I stared straight at Lucas, my eyes red but without a single tear. I didn’t explain that I hadn’t hit Chloe. I only asked him: “Why did you give my script to Chloe?” Lucas’s eyes were cold: “What script? Didn’t I tell you not to be so utilitarian? It’s just a script, does it matter who films it? Didn’t we agree that you’d gradually step back from the entertainment industry and come home to be a wife and mother?” I turned away, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails nearly dug into my palms. All I felt was exhaustion and disappointment. Be a wife and mother? That would never happen now. Perhaps struck by the emptiness on my face, Lucas softened his tone: “Olivia, I’m sorry for losing my temper. I was just worried about the paparazzi twisting this story, which wouldn’t be good for you.” “After all, the fact that Chloe is your sister is already all over the news. You’re my wife, I don’t want people speaking ill of you.” He reached out to ruffle my hair, coaxing softly: “Go back to filming now. I’ll have lunch with you. Be good.” I nodded. Turning away, I let out a cold, mocking smile. Poor Lucas, having to juggle between two women.

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I am one of Jack Rivers’ many lovers. I handle his work affairs and shoo away those clingy women for him. People say I’m the woman who has stayed by Jack’s side the longest. He even promised to marry me. Until a car accident happened, where I was involved along with another of his lovers. After barely surviving, all I got was a bank card. “This is your payment for these years. Take the money and get lost,” he said. Only then did I realize that Jack had always seen me as nothing more than an amusing caged bird. I went to the cemetery, caressing the photo on the tombstone of a face similar to Jack’s. “Ethan, I miss you so much. I can’t go on anymore.” Jack suddenly went mad, “You’ve always just seen me as his substitute, haven’t you?” After coming out of surgery, I stayed in the ICU for seven days. When I saw Jack again, he was passionately entangled with Emily in his office. “If you treat me so well, won’t Sophia make a fuss when she wakes up?” Emily asked coyly. “What’s there to be afraid of? Even if she wakes up, she wouldn’t dare to make a fuss. She’s just a mistress after all.” I opened my eyes, unable to believe my ears. Jack’s promises had made me believe I was different from the others. My head started to throb violently, every part of my body felt like it was being corroded, every surgical incision aching. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Jack opened the door. Seeing me, he merely glanced, his eyes cold. “Finally back to work? Good, you can take care of entertaining Mr. Wilson this afternoon.” My throat tightened, “Mr. Rivers, don’t you know what kind of person Mr. Wilson is?” “If you don’t go, should I send Emily instead?” Jack looked at me with a gloomy face, full of dissatisfaction. Emily came out of the office, her collar open wide, the flush on her face telling of their recent passion. “Jack said it’s because Mr. Wilson is lecherous that he can’t bear to send me,” she said smugly. She sauntered over to me, eyeing me as if I were something contemptible. Hearing this, Jack smiled indulgently at her and picked her up. “How could I let such a treasure be tainted by others?” As he said this, he held Emily tighter. Emily laughed happily, speaking coquettishly in Jack’s arms. Looking at me again, Jack seemed to have lost all patience, his eyes filled with cruelty. “Mr. Rivers, I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to complete the task you’ve given me.” I apologized softly, tears in my eyes. However, my apology only made Jack’s expression darker. That night, Rivers Corporation held a banquet. In the past, the woman on Jack’s arm was always me. This time, he brought his favorite, Emily. I looked at the old-fashioned dress they sent me, with a heavy smell and even dirty. While Emily’s dress was clearly haute couture. Seeing me, Jack mocked, “This dress suits you well. Today’s star is Emily, so just play your role as the ugly duckling.” “Oh, and Emily can’t drink, so remember to take her drinks for her.” Emily gave me a smug smile. Jack seemed to have forgotten that I had been in a car accident trying to protect his lover. Before I could react, drinks were being handed to me one after another. I leaned against the wall, about to vomit, my body breaking out in a cold sweat. A portly man joked, “I heard Miss Lee could drink quite well. How come you can’t handle just a few drinks?” As he spoke, his hand rested on my waist. My stomach was churning, and I immediately vomited on Mr. Wilson. “Sophia Lee, how dare you vomit on Mr. Wilson! Apologize to him right now!” Emily shrieked. Jack frowned, waiting for my response. “It’s alright, it’s alright. How about this, Miss Lee, why don’t you help me change clothes? Then you can properly apologize to me?” Mr. Wilson suggested with a leer. Clutching my burning stomach, I looked towards Jack. Emily in his arms watched me with amusement, while Jack’s face remained expressionless. “Alright, Mr. Wilson.” Hearing this, Jack crushed the wine glass in his hand. Blood oozed out, frightening Emily, who cried while fussing over Jack. Jack left with a cold face, each step filled with anger. Mr. Wilson extended his hand to me, and I placed my hand in his palm. “I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you’re happy.” As soon as I finished speaking, everything before me seemed to sway, my vision gradually blurring. I fainted on the spot.

When I regained consciousness, I was in a storage room. A cleaner told me that everyone had been scared away by my fainting. I curved my lips into a self-mocking smile. Even if I had fainted, no one would care whether I lived or died. Checking the time, I slowly got up and called a cab to head back to the Rivers’ mansion. Leaning against the car window, the uncomfortable pain tugged at me, and my tears fell in large drops. “Ethan, I miss you so much.” When I returned to the mansion, Jack was holding Emily, drinking from intertwined glasses. He slowly looked at me after hearing the noise, “Back so soon? Did you take good care of Mr. Wilson?” I remained silent. If he had stayed a moment longer, he might have seen what happened. Never mind, he wouldn’t care about me anyway. “Since you couldn’t serve Mr. Wilson well, then kneel down and clean everything inside and out.” Jack’s cold voice came, and a rag was thrown mercilessly at my feet. I crouched down, picked up the rag, and started scrubbing the floor on my knees. Just as I was about to faint again from the darkness before my eyes, Jack instinctively moved forward. Emily’s mocking voice came, “Jack, look at her. Mr. Wilson wasn’t satisfied, but she seems very pleased. She’s so cheap.” Jack paused in place, his hand suspended in mid-air, then withdrew with a look of disgust. I started gasping for breath, my head throbbing violently. Biting my lower lip hard, I barely managed to stand up. But Emily hooked Jack’s arm, “Jack, I want to eat brownies. Can you make her bake some for me?” “Get to it, now!” Jack roared at me, his eyes full of undisguised disgust. I dragged my body step by step to the kitchen, enduring excruciating pain while preparing the elaborate brownie cake for her. When I brought the brownies to the table, Jack directly knocked over the plate. “What the hell is this? Even a dog wouldn’t eat this crap.” As he spoke, the pastry chef Jack had called arrived with the finest ingredients. Jack paid attention to Emily’s every need, even hiring several pastry chefs. I stood frozen in place, unable to move. “Seeing me treat Emily so well, how does it feel? Like a knife to your heart?” Jack smirked, his eyes scanning my entire body. I calmly replied, “It’s my fault for not doing well. I’m sorry.” I apologized again, but it only brought displeasure to Jack’s eyes. “So you admit you’re jealous of how I treat Emily, right?” “I’m going to marry her. You’ve been by my side for so many years and got nothing. You must feel very disappointed, right?” His tone was urgent, needing my confirmation. I turned my head away, answering carelessly, “Jack, seeing you happy makes me happy.” I didn’t dare say that this was Ethan’s wish. So it was also my wish. Hearing this, Jack’s eyes reddened, and he punched the wall behind me. His eyes were filled with anger and restraint, but more than that, unwillingness. “Jack, the pastry chef you hired for me made such delicious cakes, you should try some too.” Emily came out of the kitchen, feeding a bite of cake to his lips. Jack mechanically opened his mouth, while Emily persuaded him not to be angry because of me. Jack’s gaze moved away from me, and he remained silent for a long time. Emily froze, then shot me a vicious glare. The next day, a post suddenly appeared in the company group chat. It vividly described, with text and pictures, the news of me spending the night with Mr. Wilson. Colleagues also started discussing boldly in the group. [Sophia Lee has been with Mr. Rivers for so many years, and suddenly she’s willing to be with an old man. Has she been abandoned by Mr. Rivers?] [Is she still in the company because she’s clinging to Mr. Rivers? How cheap.] [To be honest, with Sophia Lee’s dead fish face, of course she can’t compare to Emily’s goddess face. It’s normal for Mr. Rivers to fall for someone else.] Seeing this, I turned off my phone. I took a painkiller and took a cab to the company. Placing my resignation letter on Jack’s desk, I suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place. Why choose Lakeside City to hold the wedding? That day, Ethan left us forever there. And his tombstone was also in Lakeside City.

“I was thinking of sending you an invitation, but I didn’t expect you to have already seen it.” Jack’s voice came from behind me, and I turned to look at him with tears in my eyes. Jack was clearly dissatisfied with my current expression, frowning as he looked at me. “It’s just asking you to take care of Emily in Lakeside City, why are you putting on such a disgusting face again?” I lowered my head and bit my lower lip. Jack was about to say something more, but hearing my sobs, he slowly closed the door. “What are you crying about?” His tone was unusually gentle. “Don’t cry. If you don’t want to do this, I won’t force you.” He looked at me helplessly, with a hint of concern in his eyes. In the years I’ve been by Jack’s side, I’ve driven away many women for him. No matter what happened, I never shed a tear. But I couldn’t accept Jack marrying someone else in Lakeside City. That place held my memories with Ethan, and it was also the pain in my heart. Coming to my senses, I raised my head and asked Jack, “Can I leave after the wedding is over?” Jack’s breathing slowed, and he looked at me like a trapped beast. “You want to leave that badly?” I nodded, pointing to the wedding date on the invitation, confirming with Jack. As long as Jack got married, my mission would be complete. Returning home, I started packing my things and headed straight for Lakeside City. I carried several suitcases, following behind Jack and Emily. Jack suddenly turned back to look at me, “Didn’t you go to college in Lakeside City? If there’s anyone you want to visit, feel free.” His tone was like he was granting me a great favor. But he forgot, I wasn’t close to anyone. Except for Ethan. But he was already dead. I returned to my room in silence, falling asleep with tears in my eyes. Early the next morning, I heard the voices of Jack’s close friends. “Sophia Lee is still following you, Mr. Rivers. Your charm is quite something.” “What are you talking about? It’s just because Sophia Lee is a lapdog.” They joked, and Jack didn’t refute. I got up and opened the door, coming out of the room, pretending not to see anyone. Jack squinted at me, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. “Seeing people and not greeting them? Where are your manners?” I greeted everyone according to Jack’s request, and he finally showed a satisfied smile. “Jack, you’ve really trained Sophia Lee well.” “She can’t leave me,” he said with certainty. Yes, I had given Jack so many years, given him my all. I didn’t even care about my own life. I lowered my eyes, and when I was about to leave, Jack suddenly grabbed my hand. The wound felt like it was tearing open again, and I cried out in pain. Jack was startled and suddenly withdrew his hand. “Mr. Wilson can touch you, but you’re so repulsed when I touch you?” He gritted his teeth, this time not even willing to show a look of disgust. Looking at his eyes, I fell into confusion. Didn’t he know that my injuries were from the car accident? But wasn’t it him who told the doctors to save Emily first?

The scene became awkward, and Jack’s group of friends shooed me away. I hadn’t walked a few steps before their voices came again. “Jack, what’s so interesting about this woman? Just give her some money and send her away.” “Don’t give her too much. She’s been used by old men, she’s not worth the price.” I walked expressionlessly in front of them, and Jack’s loud voice came: “You’re right. A woman like her who’s been used by old men is worthless.” The wedding proceeded as scheduled. On the beach of Lakeside City, even the sea breeze seemed to bring blessings for their love. The ground was covered with roses and red carpets, and the air seemed filled with sweetness. On the stage, Jack and Emily were exchanging rings. My hand unconsciously went to my wrist. Ethan, I’ve fulfilled your wish for you. The smile on my face could no longer be suppressed, and my eyes became bright. But Jack froze on the stage, his face gloomy. He was wondering why I was smiling, and at the same time, he panicked. Seeing the light in my eyes, Jack felt something indescribable in his heart. Jack hesitated to put the ring on Emily’s finger. She turned her head and looked at me. Understanding what had happened, Emily could no longer bear it. She threw the bouquet on the ground, “Sophia Lee, today is my wedding day. How dare you still try to seduce Jack? Can’t you live without a man?” People in the audience started discussing, blaming me for being inappropriate. Emily called security to drive me out of the wedding venue. I hadn’t walked two steps when I realized my bracelet seemed to have fallen on the ground. I struggled free and crawled on the ground, searching. Jack frowned, but Emily suddenly rushed down from the stage, holding up my bracelet. “Are you looking for this?” I carefully begged her, “Please give it back to me.” “If that’s the case, then kneel down and beg me. If you kowtow and admit your mistake, I’ll give it back to you.” I knelt down without hesitation, and Emily smiled triumphantly. She played with the bracelet, not understanding why I could be so shameless for this thing. This was Ethan’s keepsake. I begged her again, but Emily turned towards the sea and threw the bracelet into it. “Since you’re leaving anyway, don’t think about taking anything Jack bought, including this bracelet.” Before she finished speaking, I had already jumped into the sea. I couldn’t lose this bracelet; it was Ethan’s keepsake. Focused only on retrieving the bracelet, I completely forgot that I couldn’t swim. I struggled in the water, and Jack had someone drag me back to shore. I tried to dive back into the sea, but the security guard grabbed my hand, reopening my wounds. The seawater turned red with my blood, and I lost all support, crying helplessly. I couldn’t find the bracelet. I was going to lose Ethan. In a daze, I came to Ethan’s grave. I hugged the tombstone, crying loudly. “Ethan, I miss you so much.” “I’ve fulfilled your wish for you. Can I come to you now? Let’s never be apart again.” A pair of large hands pulled me away from Ethan’s tombstone. Jack’s cold face and bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared before me. He asked, enunciating each word, “Sophia Lee, in your heart, am I not even as good as a dead man?”

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I thought I had found my light in the darkness, but it turned out to be just another illusion. On the day of my daughter’s one-month celebration, James’ adopted sister Amy set fire to the nursery. I rushed into the inferno, suffering severe burns all over my body, but my little Daisy still died from respiratory failure. My husband Zack wasn’t even sad. Instead, he helped Amy destroy all the evidence and locked me up at home. In my despair, Zack’s older brother James broke down the door to rescue me and held a grand funeral for my daughter. At Daisy’s graveside, James solemnly proposed to me. I accepted. For three years after our marriage, James took care of me in every way. No matter how busy he was, he always personally accompanied me to therapy sessions. Until one day, I woke up early from hypnosis and overheard his conversation with the therapist. “Sir, your wife’s memories of her daughter’s death are too deeply ingrained. If we continue with hypnosis, she might become confused and end up mentally impaired!” “I don’t care if Lily becomes an idiot. You just need to make her forget that Amy is the one who killed her daughter. That’s the only way Amy and my brother’s wedding can go perfectly.” “Once Lily loses her memory, I’ll give her another child to make up for it.” Tears silently rolled down my face. So all that attentive care I thought I was receiving was just his way of deceiving me. Making my daughter’s killer happy was his life’s goal. If that’s the case, I’ll just leave.

Outside the treatment room, James’ voice was unusually cold: “I don’t care what risks the new method has. You just need to make Lily completely forget that her daughter was burned to death.” “Otherwise, when she finds out Amy and Zack are getting married, she’ll definitely cause a scene at the wedding.” “What happened back then was our family’s fault, but I’ve already given myself to her as compensation. Making her lose a few memories is nothing.” The therapist still hesitated: “The technology for hypnotic amnesia is still immature. I’ve been trying for three years, but your wife’s memories of her daughter’s death are too deeply ingrained. If we forcibly use the new method, she’ll become confused and end up with dementia.” “You have other ways to keep this from her. You could take her abroad to avoid Miss Amy’s wedding.” James irritably interrupted: “No way. Amy wants her wedding to be perfect. Who else but me, her big brother, can walk her down the aisle and give her away?” “You’ve taken my money, so just do what I tell you. Don’t meddle in other affairs.” “At worst, after Amy’s wedding is over, I’ll give Lily another child to make up for it.” The therapist sighed: “Alright, but sir, I must warn you that the human brain is very delicate. I can’t guarantee your wife will never recover her memories.” “When she learns the truth, she’ll definitely hate you for the rest of her life!” “Let her hate me then. By that time, with a child, she’ll be obedient.” James sighed: “If she really wants to make a fuss, I’ll just take her and the child abroad.” “As long as Amy can be happy, even if I never come back to see her again, I’m willing.” My head was buzzing, tears falling silently. Footsteps approached outside. I quickly closed my eyes. “Lily? Lily? The treatment is over. Why are you crying?” In three years of marriage, James had accompanied me to countless therapy sessions. He’d come so many times that he even learned how to wake someone from hypnosis. Looking at James’ same gentle expression as always, I dug my nails into my palms: “I don’t know why, but I feel very sad, like I’ve lost something.” James immediately called the therapist over excitedly: “Come check quickly, has the treatment worked?” The therapist came forward to ask what I saw in my dreams. I touched the burn scars on my arm: “I kept dreaming I was surrounded by fire. When did that happen? How did I get this scar?” James hugged me sympathetically: “Lily, the fire was a long time ago. You almost lost your life then. After leaving the hospital, you had nightmares every night and couldn’t get over the psychological trauma.” “Now that the hypnotherapy has finally worked, you’ll get better and better. If you don’t like the scars on your body, we can go for scar removal surgery.” “If it can’t be treated domestically, we’ll go abroad. I’ll accompany you wherever we need to go for your recovery.” I nodded at James’ gentle smile. The therapist asked a few more detailed questions and gave James an affirmative look. James’ lips curled up, and he asked casually: “Lily, Amy is marrying Zack next week. They’ve invited us to the wedding.” “I know she used to give you a hard time because she liked Zack. She was spoiled, but I’ve scolded her for it. Are you willing to go with me?” “It’s fine. Even though it was an arranged marriage, it’s normal for Amy to be unhappy that I married the man she liked.” James hugged me emotionally: “Lily, I’m so lucky to have such an understanding wife.” I closed my eyes, suppressing the trembling of my body: “Let’s go home.” James quickly packed up my things and led me downstairs. Before James could open the passenger door, I spoke up first: “I’m a bit tired. I want to sleep in the back.” So James busied himself arranging pillows and blankets for me in the back seat. As the car started moving, I hid in the shadows, crying nonstop. So my initial approach that I saw as salvation was all an act James put on to help Amy clear obstacles. The attentive accompaniment to therapy sessions over the years was just to make me lose my memory so his dear sister could have a perfect wedding. I had always thought James was the only light I grasped in the darkness. If I hadn’t accidentally woken up this time and heard their plan, pretending to lose my memory… I probably would have forgotten everything about my daughter and become a puppet for them to manipulate. James has been too good an actor these years. So much so that I forgot he’s also part of the Potter family.

My marriage to Zack was arranged for business purposes, with no feelings between us. But because my mother-in-law kept pressuring us to have children, I got pregnant soon after the wedding. Having never felt much family warmth from my own parents, I was really looking forward to this child. After ten months of pregnancy, all the physical discomfort and pain of childbirth dissipated the moment I saw my daughter. Even Zack’s eyes held a hint of tenderness when he saw our tiny daughter. During that time, Zack and I were just like all new parents, clumsily but happily taking care of our daughter. I thought our days would continue peacefully like this. But on the night of our daughter’s one-month celebration, I got up to check on her. I found James’ adopted sister Amy standing in front of the nursery, which was engulfed in flames, smugly locking the door. I frantically rushed over to snatch the key from her hand, desperately rescuing my daughter from the fire despite the danger. Seeing Zack hurriedly running over with the servants, I finally collapsed in his arms, too weak from my injuries. When I woke up again, I heard from Zack that our daughter had died from respiratory failure after inhaling too much smoke. Unable to bear the devastating news, my burns worsened and I was rushed to surgery. But Zack, who had heard from me that Amy was the arsonist who burned our daughter to death, took advantage of my emergency surgery to clean up all the surveillance footage and fingerprints from that night. As soon as I regained consciousness after surgery, I immediately called the police to report Amy for deliberate arson and murder. The police searched the scene multiple times but regretfully informed me there was no substantial evidence, so my accusation couldn’t stand. Zack tied me to the bed with restraints, his tone full of threats: “Enough, Lily. The fire was just an accident, it had nothing to do with Amy. You can call the police a hundred times, it’s useless.” “Be a good girl. We can have more children in the future.” Zack confiscated all my means of communication and confined me at home. He even had my own parents come to persuade me to give in. That couple looked at me struggling desperately to the point of reopening my wounds, as coldly as if looking at a stranger: “We arranged for you to marry into the Potter family to maintain our company’s partnership with them.” “It was just a child who couldn’t even talk yet. Who told you to make such a big fuss?” “Zack has already promised to have another heir with you. You better know when to stop.” Seeing how the two of them looked down on me condescendingly, I completely broke down: “My daughter died for no reason! I want Amy to pay the price – how is that making a fuss?” “Zack clearly knows as well as I do that Amy set the fire, but he wants to cover for Amy and let my daughter die in vain!” My mom scoffed coldly: “So what if Zack saw Amy start the fire with his own eyes? My dear daughter, don’t be naive.” “He won’t allow a murder scandal in his family. If you were smart, you’d turn a blind eye to his and Amy’s affairs from now on.” My parents left, abandoning me to complete despair, betrayed by both my husband and parents. At that time, it was James, Zack’s older brother, who defied everyone’s opposition, Cut through the restraints and rescued me from the room full of surveillance cameras. With eyes full of sympathy, he took me to get treatment for my injuries. After I woke up, he offered several prime burial plots, letting me personally choose a feng shui treasure land for my daughter to rest. My daughter’s funeral, which had been suppressed by the Potter family, was held grandly with James’ help. Touching the words “Daisy, daughter of Lily Evans” engraved on the tombstone, I cried to the point of collapse. James supported me and took out divorce papers: “Lily, I’ve negotiated with Zack for you. Once you sign this, you’ll have no more connection to him.” “From now on, Daisy will be only your child.” It wasn’t until after the divorce cooling-off period that I learned Zack was willing to sign the divorce papers because James had given up half of his shares. On the day I received the divorce certificate, James gave me a large bouquet of bright sunflowers and knelt on one knee with a diamond ring: “Lily, your new life is beginning. Will you give me a chance to be your support?” Maybe it was because the sunlight that day was too beautiful, or James’ gaze was too sincere and passionate. I accepted his pursuit. After marrying James, I felt the warmth of home I had always dreamed of. Although I still couldn’t get over the grief of my daughter’s tragic death, With his companionship, I no longer resisted therapy and even started to actively engage in it. Even though it took a lot of effort to digest the psychological knowledge and work on self-healing. Even though each hypnosis session would make me dream of the nursery engulfed in flames that night. But now I’m told that James’ initial approach to me Was to help Amy get Zack, to remove me as an obstacle. He said he had already given himself to me as compensation, and would give me another child in the future. But James, I don’t need your cheap and hypocritical compensation.

After returning home, I maintained my usual demeanor, eating, washing up, and resting with James. Until I heard his breathing become steady, I gently pulled his hand off my waist. I got out of bed and went straight to the computer in his study. But after searching every corner of James’ computer, I couldn’t find any valuable information. I did see a folder labeled “Amy” though. Inside were photos and videos of Amy from childhood to adulthood. James had carefully labeled the time and place for each photo. In the three years of our marriage, he was still meticulously recording Amy’s every smile. Suppressing the nausea in my heart, I closed the folder and continued searching desperately. My mouse accidentally clicked on a foreign social media platform I didn’t recognize. James’ account was still logged in. After scrolling through all his chat logs and records, I finally found a clue in a transfer record from three years ago. The recipient was a hacker. James hired him to delete the online backup of the surveillance footage from the night Amy set the fire. Tears fell drop by drop. I urgently typed: “Can you recover the online backup you deleted three years ago?” The hacker quickly replied: “Didn’t you say to destroy it completely? I didn’t keep any traces on my end either.” Seeing this, my heart was already numb with pain. I brushed off the hacker, cleared the chat history, and shut down the computer. I picked up my phone and dialed a number: “Hello, I’d like to book a fake death service for seven days from now.” I didn’t sleep all night. The next morning, James saw my swollen eyes and looked very concerned: “Lily, did you cry again in your dreams?” “I must have. Did I used to do this often?” James wrapped an ice pack in a towel and held it to my eyes: “Yes, you often had nightmares. We have a family dinner today. When we have time, I’ll take you to see the therapist again.” Hearing the words “family dinner”, I took down the ice pack and looked up at James. He explained gently but firmly: “Amy is getting married next week. As her family, we should help out in some way, don’t you think?” I smiled: “Of course we should.” James got the answer he wanted and stood up with the ice pack: “Then I’ll go to the office first and pick you up in the evening.” As soon as James left, I went to the cemetery where my daughter was buried. Carefully wiping the dust off the tombstone, I apologized to my daughter in a low voice: “Baby, I’m sorry you’ve been sleeping in this place arranged by the Potters for so long.” “Mommy has figured out a way to take you away.”

When I got home, James followed me in shortly after. Seeing the mud from the cemetery on the soles of my shoes, he looked puzzled: “Lily, where did you go?” I calmly took off my shoes and handed them to the housekeeper: “I went out for a walk. It was crowded and I accidentally stepped in some landscaping.” James didn’t think much of it and urged me to change shoes so we could go to the family dinner. By the time James and I arrived, all the Potters were already there. Amy bounced over, rudely shoving me aside with a disgusted pout: “James! You finally came back, why did you bring her?” My waist slammed hard into the shoe cabinet, making me break out in a cold sweat from the pain. Amy looked at my exposed wrist with revulsion: “Her skin looks like it has bugs crawling on it. If I were her, I’d rather scrape off my skin than come out and disgust people.” James’ eyes were full of indulgence: “You’re still so childish even at this age. Lily, don’t take offense.” Childish? What kind of child tries to kill a baby less than a month old? I suppressed my hatred and smiled: “It’s fine. Let’s go in quickly.” James was very pleased with my docile demeanor. As soon as we sat down, my mother-in-law started mocking me coldly: “Bad luck charm, making us wait for you to eat when we invited you home for dinner!” My mother-in-law had always been very dissatisfied that James gave up shares to get my divorce agreement. Not to mention that James had a falling out with the family to marry me and hadn’t come back to see her in three years. Amy’s eyes flashed with glee: “Mom, my sister-in-law is the apple of James’ eye. You shouldn’t talk like that or he’ll be upset.” My mother-in-law’s expression grew even more unpleasant. James glanced at me, still staring intently at Amy as he spoke: “What do you mean ‘apple of my eye’? Don’t say such nonsense.” Seeing how nervous and concerned he was about Amy, My eyes couldn’t help but sting. Such an obvious thing, yet it took me three years to realize. Fortunately, I woke up in time that day and didn’t let his plan succeed. Just seven more days. Then I can leave completely, taking my Daisy with me. After dinner, the Potters gathered to discuss next week’s wedding details. I sat alone to the side, typing with lowered eyes: “One more thing, before the plan starts, help me go to the cemetery.” “Don’t let anyone find out.” I got up midway to use the restroom and ran into Amy on my way out. Disgust flashed across her face, but she grabbed my arm as I was about to move aside. “Sister-in-law, come help me see how the nursery I prepared looks.” With that, she dragged me upstairs. The room that had once been burned black was now completely renovated. It was filled with warm baby items. Amy smiled maliciously and smugly: “Sister-in-law, what do you think of this nursery?” I froze in place. Desperately telling myself to endure. If James found out the hypnosis didn’t work, I would be in an even more dangerous situation than when I was imprisoned and monitored back then. But Amy wouldn’t let me go. She pulled up my sleeve. Lightly tracing my scars with a fruit knife she had grabbed, “I heard from James that after seeing the therapist, sister-in-law doesn’t really remember how she got burned.” “If you ask me, sister-in-law’s mental illness is really scary. Back then, you tried to commit suicide by setting fire to this room in the middle of the night. You almost burned our whole family to death.” I looked at Amy in disbelief. I tried to commit suicide? How dare she turn things around like this? Seeing the anger in my eyes, Amy viciously cut off a piece of skin from my arm: “What are you glaring at? I finally got you to divorce Zack, but then you turned around and married my brother with this disgusting skin.” “You think my brother likes you that much? He told me that every night he sleeps next to you, he feels like vomiting.” I trembled in pain: “You psycho! Murderer!” Amy laughed coldly and cruelly, raising the knife for another cut: “You’re right to curse me. I’ve wanted to have someone kill you for a long time, just like I killed that little bastard you gave birth to.”

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I was deaf, and my husband never avoided discussing matters in front of me. But I never imagined that he wouldn’t even bother to hide when trying out new toys with someone else. On the day my hearing was restored, I happily pushed open the front door, only to hear his female assistant asking in a soft voice: “Ryan, is it me that excites you, or that deaf woman?” In the heat of passion, the man called out the assistant’s name deeply. “So when are you going to divorce her? I’m the one who loves you the most.” Ryan Collins hesitated for a moment before saying: “Give me some more time. She’s been with me for over a decade and lost her hearing because of me. Although I no longer have romantic feelings for her, I still can’t let her go just yet.” I sat in the cold wind for a long time before sending a message to my former mentor, who had expelled me from his tutelage. “I’m willing to abide by the rules and cut off all emotional ties. Please let me come back.” After sending the message, I thought they would finish. But when I returned home with my emotions in check, the two were still going at it. The room was filled with an indescribable odor, and I quickly opened the window to let in some fresh air. Ryan seemed to sense something was amiss. “Did someone just come in? Could it be Aria?” “What are you afraid of? She can’t hear anyway.” “If Aria’s been waiting outside for too long, she might get suspicious. We absolutely can’t let her find out about this. Besides, it’s so cold outside, and her health isn’t good…” Amber, dissatisfied with the man’s distraction, silenced him with a kiss. The sound of their lips smacking together could be heard. “But Ryan, don’t you find this exciting? No matter how wild we get, she can’t hear us. Just thinking about that deaf woman waiting outside gets me all worked up.” Ryan stopped talking, and the noises from the room grew louder. Until a few minutes later when they gradually subsided. The bedroom door opened briefly before slamming shut again. Ryan quickly emerged from the room, putting on a gentle smile as he used sign language to ask me: “Aria, why are you here? I was so focused on painting a crucial part that I didn’t hear you knock.” After I lost my hearing, many of my former friends chose to communicate with me through text messages. Only Ryan didn’t mind the trouble and immediately signed up for sign language classes. He said: “Texting would make Aria feel lonely. By using sign language, I can let her know my thoughts immediately. A little effort is nothing for Aria’s sake.” But now, what was once proof of our happiness had become a tool to deceive and hurt me. The man’s face was flushed with satisfaction, a mixture of musk and perfume wafting from him, clearly an attempt to cover something up. Memories suddenly flooded back. During the time I had lost my hearing, I had smelled this scent many times, but each time Ryan had brushed it off as the smell of paint from his studio. If I hadn’t accidentally regained my hearing, how much longer would Ryan have continued to deceive me? I maintained a calm expression, though my nails were nearly digging into my palms. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to come see you.” “Ryan, you were amazing. I’m already hungry again after that candlelit dinner. I’m craving those little dumplings from South Street.” Amber’s voice came from inside the room. Ryan’s expression softened for a moment before he turned to me and signed: “I’m hungry. Could you go to South Street and buy some dumplings? I can’t continue creating without eating those.” I nodded. As soon as I turned around, Ryan no longer held back, joking with the woman inside. “You really should eat up. How else will you keep up with me in the future?” Amber’s tone was contemptuous. “What’s there to be afraid of? Even if I pass out in bed, isn’t there someone to run errands and buy medicine? Would she dare refuse anything you ask?” At that moment, I could no longer hold back my sorrow and began to cry. Ryan didn’t notice, only watching as I disappeared down the hallway step by step. I bought some dumplings from a street vendor. Just as I was wondering what to do with the rest of my time, a phone call came in. “Aria, my girl, you’ve finally come to your senses?” A familiar and kindly voice came through the phone, and I could no longer hold back the bitterness and sorrow in my heart. “Master, I want to come home.” “Then do you understand that to study music composition under me, the rule is to cut off all romantic entanglements? Only by eliminating the distraction of love between men and women can you quiet your mind and truly comprehend the essence of music theory.” Looking at the steaming dumplings in my hand, I answered without hesitation. “I understand. I studied with you for so long, yet I left everything behind for a man. I was out of my mind then. Now, I want to restart my dream.” “Good. I’ll be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain in seven days. For three years, you are not to leave the mountain until you’ve completed all your studies.”

When I returned home, the room had already been tidied up by Ryan. Buying dumplings was just an excuse to get me out of the house. “Why did you take so long? It’s all my fault. I knew your ears weren’t good, yet I still sent you to buy dumplings. If you got hurt or sick, even ten of me couldn’t make up for it.” Ryan came up to me, looking slightly apologetic. A notification sound came from his phone, and he opened it without trying to hide anything from me. “I’m heading back now. I wouldn’t eat something so fattening while I’m trying to maintain my figure. Leave the dumplings for that scrawny cripple to eat.” The man turned around and sent back a voice message, his tone full of affection. “That’s right, you’ve got curves in all the right places. Keep it up, it’ll all be to my benefit in the end. Next time I’ll take you to that new Western restaurant that just opened.” This was the man I had loved for so many years. One moment he was showing concern for me, the next he was flirting shamelessly with another woman. Amber was a freelance model at Ryan’s studio. He once whispered in my ear with disdain: “If we weren’t short on models, I wouldn’t even look at such a loose woman.” But now that he had achieved fame and fortune, instead of replacing her, he had ended up in bed with the woman he once looked down upon. “Let’s split the dumplings, just like we used to.” Ryan gestured to me, turning to fetch two small bowls from the kitchen. He placed them on the table and began carefully spooning out the dumplings. His expression was focused, as if he were performing some sacred ritual. Meeting the man’s tender gaze, I felt a pang in my heart. When Ryan wasn’t famous yet, we often ate at this dumpling shop. When money was tight, we’d share a bowl. Although it was barely enough to satisfy our hunger, we were happy. The freshly made dumplings were soft and delicious, steaming hot. But now, the dumpling skins had gone soggy, the filling of fresh meat and shrimp had leaked out, and a layer of congealing oil floated on top of the soup. A wave of nausea suddenly hit me. “Aria, what’s wrong?” I pushed away the worried-looking Ryan and ran straight to the bathroom. As I vomited, a terrifying thought crossed my mind. While Ryan was having an affair with Amber, he hadn’t neglected his marital duties with me either. We both wanted a child, so we hadn’t used any protection. I took a pregnancy test, and sure enough, I was pregnant. The bathroom door was kicked open with a bang. “Aria, am I going to be a father? I’m going to be a father!” When Ryan saw what I was holding, the anxiety on his face turned to excitement. He gestured wildly: “When you pushed me away earlier, I suddenly felt so scared. Now I realize it was the baby giving us a sign!” I pressed my lips together, my heart filled with sorrow. Ryan carried me back to bed and tucked me in. “You’re a mother-to-be now, get some rest.” He then turned to answer his phone, which had been ringing non-stop. “What is it?” “Ryan, I’m pregnant! The baby survived even though you were so rough today. This must be a smart and healthy child!” “What did you say?!” “You didn’t use protection, doesn’t that mean you were hoping for this baby too? Let’s get married, okay?” Ryan looked back nervously, but seeing my calm expression, he breathed a sigh of relief. “I meant for you to take the morning-after pill. Never mind, keep the baby. I’ll provide for it, but don’t expect anything else.” “But this is my first time being a mother too. I’m so scared. Don’t be so harsh with me. Can you come over?” Seemingly realizing his tone had been too harsh, the man’s expression softened. “Alright, be a good girl and wait for me.” After hanging up, Ryan kissed me on the cheek and signed: “There’s a problem at the studio. I need to go out for a bit.” The model is pregnant, how is that not a studio problem? As the door slammed shut, I could no longer hide the disgust on my face. The two of them had just been writhing together on this bed. Even though it had been cleaned, there still seemed to be a lingering smell of musk. I got up and walked to the guest room. Did Ryan think he could have one wife at home and keep a mistress outside, enjoying the pleasures of multiple partners? He’s dreaming! I won’t keep the baby. And I don’t want him either.

To avoid suspicion, I went to the hospital for my routine check-up the next day as usual. Ryan arrived early, with Amber by his side. Noticing my gaze, he smiled and signed: “Amber is an employee at my studio, remember? She’s not feeling well, so I brought her along for a check-up today.” The woman wore a tight red dress that accentuated her curves, a stark contrast to my style. She gave me a somewhat challenging look. “The baby in my tummy isn’t feeling well, so hubby brought me for a check-up.” Ryan quickly warned her: “This is a hospital, behave yourself.” Amber giggled and stroked the man’s chest where others couldn’t see. “So does that mean I can misbehave at home? Ryan, let’s try the balcony tonight.” Ignoring the conversation between the two, I walked straight into the room and lay down on the examination bed as usual. Everything proceeded as normal until the doctor spoke up. “As per your instructions, I’ve been replacing the hearing recovery medication with vitamins. But Ms. Wells’ ears can’t be neglected for too long. If we don’t start the final treatment soon, I’m afraid she might never hear again.” Ryan frowned in thought, while Amber snapped at the doctor: “You’re just a doctor, why are you meddling? Just take the money we pay you and mind your own business!” Then she turned to Ryan and whined: “Ryan, can we wait a bit longer? It’s so much more fun and exciting when she can’t hear us.” “So what if she stays deaf? It’s not like it’ll kill her.” The doctor continued to persuade: “I can see that Ms. Wells really wants to recover quickly. During her previous treatments, she even told me that composing music was her lifelong dream. Mr. Collins, please consider…” The man’s expression was conflicted, but in the end, the scales tipped in Amber’s favor. “Let’s wait a while longer. Things are fine as they are now. I’ll take you to check on the baby first.” He then warned the doctor: “I don’t want to hear any more unnecessary comments from you next time. I’m paying you good money to be here. How and when to treat this condition is my decision. Know your place.” The doctor could only agree reluctantly. The two left the room. I lay on the examination bed, feeling as if I were in a cold hell, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. No wonder my hearing hadn’t improved despite it being just concussion-induced deafness. It turns out my ears could have been cured. But Ryan deliberately switched my medication to make it easier for him to carry on his affair with Amber! He didn’t know that my hearing had already recovered, and I had recorded all the evidence on my phone these past few days. Back then, I loved Ryan so much that I was willing to give up my dreams for him, even risking never hearing again to ensure his safety. But now, he doesn’t deserve any of it. I didn’t hesitate any longer and went straight to the gynecology department. “Doctor, please help me terminate the pregnancy.” With anesthesia, the process wasn’t painful. But it felt like a hole had been carved out of my heart, aching unbearably.

Ryan didn’t come home that night. Early the next morning, he woke me up, his face flushed, carrying a bag of breakfast. “Aria, I’m taking you out today. Eat something first to line your stomach.” Baguette, bacon, coffee – all things Amber loved to eat. I gave him a cold look. “I’m intolerant to coffee. It makes me dizzy when I drink it.” Ryan’s face showed a flash of embarrassment before he quickly covered it up. “These foods are healthier than the steamed buns you like. Eating more of this is good for the baby during pregnancy.” Good for the baby? Unfortunately, this child had already left this world forever. I nodded. There was no point in arguing with him anymore since I was about to leave anyway. Ryan took me to a wheat field. This was where we first met. I had snuck down from the mountain, disobeying my mentor to find inspiration for composing. Ryan had come here with his easel to sketch the scenery. The moment our eyes met, my heart began to race, and a thousand fireworks exploded in my mind. After we got together, nourished by love, I created many acclaimed musical pieces for a time. Ryan once said: “Aria, you’re my muse. Just looking at you fills my mind with endless inspiration.” It was so beautiful back then. But now, I hadn’t composed anything in six months. And Ryan had started to frequently mess around with Amber to get greater stimulation and inspiration. The wheat field was beautiful, but Amber was standing in it. She was dressed particularly formally, in a shimmering gold gown that complemented the golden wheat. “Amber is not only a model for my studio now, but also my personal assistant,” Ryan signed to me. We spent the whole day together, with Amber following us the entire time. Until it was completely dark. I heard Amber shouting: “Three, two, one!” In an instant, fireworks burst into the sky, illuminating the entire night, gradually forming four large words – MARRY ME. Ryan’s eyes were shining as he knelt before me on one knee, holding out a red velvet box with a ring inside. “Marry me. I’ll be good to you and our baby for the rest of my life.” I once told Ryan that instead of man-made fireworks, I wanted him to propose to me in a field of peach blossoms. Who really likes these showy fireworks? It must be Amber, who was squealing with delight behind us. “It’s so beautiful! I love it!” “Ryan, I do! I do want to marry you!” Ryan’s proposal vows didn’t specify a name, so the person he was proposing to could be me or Amber standing behind us. “I don’t,” I said softly, my voice quickly drowned out by Amber’s screams. Ryan suddenly stood up, his eyes red, and hugged me tightly, as if a wanderer had finally found a home to return to. But behind my ear came the sound of heavy breathing. It was Ryan kissing Amber. He was hugging me, but his heart was elsewhere. “Ryan, let’s do it in the wheat field tonight. I love it here so much.” “Don’t be silly, Aria is still here. What if she finds out?” The first thing Ryan thought of wasn’t guilt, but fear of me discovering them. “There’s a B&B next door. Just send her there. It’ll be so exciting to do it with the baby, out in the open! You enjoyed it yesterday too, didn’t you?” Ryan’s breathing became ragged, and he quickly agreed. After driving me to the B&B, he didn’t even notice anything wrong with my expression. He made up a quick excuse and left with Amber. With trembling hands, I opened the surveillance app on my phone and watched as the two of them clung to each other inseparably. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that they finally stopped. When I got home, I left the engagement ring on the coffee table in the living room and turned to leave. Meanwhile, Ryan and Amber had rushed to the hospital because Amber had been bitten by an insect while sleeping on the wheat straw. “It’s just a minor injury. The insect wasn’t poisonous, and the fetus is stable,” the doctor said. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, the doctor who had been treating me burst in, looking panicked. “Mr. Collins, according to the last examination results, Ms. Wells’ hearing has already recovered. She might have heard everything we said. And, and on that same day, Ms. Wells went to the gynecology department and terminated her pregnancy!”

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I was drugged at a business party. The next day, explicit videos of me spread like wildfire through our social circle. The whispers and stares around me were almost unbearable. My fiancé, Zack, held me gently, “Don’t worry, Aria. I’ll take care of those videos. I’ve even found the best hypnotherapist to help you forget all this.” As the hypnosis device was placed on my temples and his low voice guided me into darkness, I thought this was my salvation. But before I completely lost consciousness, I heard the hypnotherapist’s playful laugh: “Bro, just because she broke your stepmom’s bracelet at the engagement party, you let those thugs have their way with her? Are you fucking insane?” My heart sank. That bracelet was broken because Vanessa deliberately bumped into me! Then she played the victim, accusing me of looking down on her as a stepmother. “She intentionally humiliated Vanessa at the party,” Zack’s voice was ice-cold. “Vanessa cried all night, saying even her future daughter-in-law looks down on her. I had to teach her a lesson to ease my anger.” So, all this torment I’ve endured was just because he thought I upset Vanessa? Leo chuckled lewdly, “Since she’s already been played with and now I’m hypnotizing her, why don’t I… have some fun too?” My hair stood on end. In my heart, there was still a pathetically weak hope that Zack would retain some last shred of conscience. However, he casually uttered two words, as if throwing away trash: “Whatever.”

“Really? She is your fiancée after all.” Zack kicked the therapy bed carelessly, “Just rub against her outside, don’t go in. Get your kicks and be done with it.” He was meticulously cleaning a scalpel, suddenly pressing the blade against my neck. The coldness made me shiver. “That thug only touched her and filmed it. I didn’t let her actually get violated.” “You’re such a good guy!” Leo sneered, “You had us film it and send it to you, then called us to delete it. Who knows which idiot leaked it online? How could it possibly be completely erased?” Zack chuckled, “I told you to delete the video just to put on an act in front of her.” He cut open the ribbon on my collar with the scalpel, instantly exposing me. “When the jade bracelet broke, she should have understood that upsetting Vanessa was a sin. So I continued spreading the video online, to let her taste what it’s like to be gossiped about.” Three days ago, he had held my trembling body and sworn: “I’ve taken care of that thug and the videos online. Aria, I will never let another man see your body.” So it was all an act! But at the engagement party, I really didn’t mean to embarrass Vanessa. On the contrary, she suddenly let go of my hand, causing the jade to shatter into pieces on the floor. “Aria, it’s okay if you look down on me, but you shouldn’t have broken Auntie’s gift…” Her tearful expression caused an uproar among the guests. Zack gently defused the situation for me, “It’s fine, we can just buy a new one.” “Hurry up.” The click of Zack’s lighter and the camera shutter sound went off simultaneously, “I want to show Vanessa the live recording later.” Leo fumbled with his belt, panting as he gripped my waist, “I warned you to please Vanessa. Zack can’t stand to see her frown.” Yes, at the dinner before Zack took me to meet his family, a drunk Leo had cornered me in the club hallway, “You’re just a pretty face. Otherwise, a commoner like you would never be able to marry Zack, the prince of this city.” He looked me up and down lewdly, “But compared to his stepmom, your body is far inferior.” “Zack protects his stepmom like the apple of his eye. If Vanessa was ten years younger, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” How did I respond then? I said nonchalantly that Zack could distinguish between family love and romantic love, just like he could distinguish between champagne and red wine. In the midst of the pain from Leo’s disgusting touch, I vaguely recalled when we first started dating, Zack had used his suit jacket to cover my shoulder after a drunk man touched it. His eyes were red then, his voice shaking: “If anyone dares to touch you again, I’ll cut off their hands.” Through my lashes, I saw Zack leaning against the window smoking a cigar. Through the smoke, he smiled slightly as he dialed a number, “Vanessa, I’ll show you something good later to cheer you up.” The red recording light blinked on and off, just like the fireworks he set off for me on the night he proposed. That night he knelt on one knee and solemnly vowed: “I will always be your safe harbor. I’ll never let you suffer even the slightest grievance.” Tears gathered in my eyes. Now, the safe harbor had turned into a slaughterhouse.

When I opened my eyes, Zack’s fingers were tracing the bruises on my wrist. “Do you remember what happened last night?” His voice was as sweet as honey, but his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were scrutinizing me. I tried to get up, but my body, ravaged by both the date rape drug and hypnosis drug, wouldn’t move. Lowering my eyes in silence for a moment, I looked up and blinked in confusion, deliberately unfocusing my gaze. “I don’t remember… My head hurts so much… My body hurts too…” He patted my head, his face full of doting affection, “Silly girl, you don’t even remember falling and hurting yourself.” I shrank into the blanket, my nails digging hard into my palm. The pain kept me alert, and also reminded me how disgusting his fake tenderness was right now. After all, he had given me an unforgettable lesson. Vanessa arrived just in time for dinner. “Oh my, Aria has gotten so thin!” She casually tossed her silk shawl onto the sofa, revealing her alluring collarbone, causing Zack’s eyes to darken. “Those videos online…” Zack coughed lightly, “Vanessa, Aria hit her head and forgot some things. Let’s not bring up the past.” Vanessa’s face froze for a moment, then she smiled again and took the bird’s nest porridge from the maid to feed me, “Then we need to nourish you well.” The freshly cooked porridge was scalding hot. She saw the steam rising but still shoved it into my mouth. I was burned and knocked over her bowl, spilling the sticky porridge all over her skirt. The moment Zack frowned, I immediately trembled like a frightened rabbit: “I’m sorry… my hand shook…” His gaze lingered on my reddened lips for a moment, but he finally sighed and got up to help Vanessa wipe her skirt, his fingers caressing the back of her hand soothingly. That night, I was finally able to walk on my own. When I tried to escape through the front door, I found guards posted there. I overheard their contemptuous discussion, “The young master’s fiancée looks so pure and innocent, who knew she’d moan even more seductively than a nightclub girl in that video when she was unconscious.” I felt like I’d fallen into an ice pit. Just how many people had seen that private video of me? As I stumbled back to my room in a daze, I saw through a crack in the study door that Vanessa was placing a glass of milk on Zack’s desk. The strap of her silk nightgown was slipping off her elbow in a suggestive manner. Her well-maintained skin glowed like a young girl’s in the moonlight, looking nothing like a stepmother twelve years older than Zack. Vanessa deliberately leaned forward, her chest brushing against Zack’s right arm as he typed. I clearly saw his Adam’s apple bob. Zack restrained himself from touching her, but his gaze was fixed on her fallen strap. “Vanessa, it’s cold at night. Put on a robe.” Vanessa grasped his wrist as he held out a robe, caressing it as if touching a lover. An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between them. The sound of me stepping on my skirt startled them. Zack immediately stood up to open the door. When he saw me, the air froze for a moment.

After a moment of deadly silence, he broke the silence of our eye contact. “When did you come? Can you walk now? Why are you out here?” I lied in panic, looking up at him with moist eyes, “I just came. I felt anxious when I couldn’t see you, couldn’t sleep.” Zack seemed surprised and touched by my “dependence”. He came forward and picked me up in his arms, his movements as gentle as if I were made of porcelain. “Be good, I’ll tell you a story to help you sleep.” I looked up and saw Vanessa’s twisted face behind him, full of malice. It seemed that because I had ruined Vanessa’s plans, her hostility towards me became even more obvious. The next morning, she cornered me in the stairwell. “Aria looks so pale,” her fingers with wine-red nail polish dug into my shoulder, “You’re not pretending to be sick to get Zack’s attention, are you?” I winced in pain and tried to pull her forceful hand away, but she grabbed my wrist instead, squeezing so hard it felt like she would crush the bone. “Aria? Where are you?” Zack’s voice calling for me came from around the corner of the stairs. Just as I was about to call for help, Vanessa suddenly pressed my hand against her waist and threw herself down the stairs like a self-destructive snake. “Be careful!” I reached out as she fell, but only grasped thin air. When Zack rushed over, he saw her fall like a broken-winged butterfly down the long, high staircase. Blood seeped from her knees, arms, and forehead, blooming like red plum blossoms on the white marble. “It wasn’t me…” My trembling explanation was cut off by a slap. Zack pinned me against the wall by my throat, his pupils crawling with bloodshot: “How dare you?!” “She pushed me…” Vanessa pointed at me, shaking, tears falling, “She hates me…” Zack’s eyes turned completely cold. His fist fell. By the time I counted to the hundredth blow, I finally heard the crisp sound of three of my ribs breaking. The taste of blood rose in my mouth. Before my vision blurred, I saw Vanessa’s curled lip – it was a victor’s smile. In the darkness, I was thrown onto the cold floor. Opening my swollen eyes, I saw Zack gently wiping Vanessa’s tears with a silk handkerchief, his lips pressed against her earlobe as he whispered: “She really never learns. Vanessa, I’ll get revenge for you. This time, I’ll let you watch in person as a group of men ravish her.” Vanessa’s light laugh was like a poisonous snake’s hiss, “Can I choose the men myself?” “Of course, whatever makes you happy.” As the basement door lock clicked shut, I fumbled to break off my necklace. Cold tears mixed with blood splattered onto the screen of the mini communicator hidden in the necklace. As I pressed the SOS button, the screen’s cold light illuminated the black and blue handprints on my collarbone. “Brother, I lost the bet. Come save me…” Five years ago, I ignored my brother’s objections and went on a hunger strike to be with Zack, the notorious playboy prince of the city. My brother looked at me with disappointment, “I’ll agree for now, but you must hide your identity as the princess of the Jiang family in the capital. If you can last ten years together, I’ll give you all the Jiang family’s vast fortune as your dowry.” I smiled naively, “Brother, he’s already reformed and sworn to love me in this life, the next life, and for all eternity. You can put your mind at ease…” Hah, back then I was confident we would love each other for ten years, a hundred years… but in reality, we couldn’t even make it to five years.

The pain from my broken ribs made me convulse in my unconscious state. As Zack’s shoe tip ground into my tailbone, an extreme pain simultaneously shot through my abdomen. He dragged me up the stairs by my hair. The blood flowing from my lower body left a winding red trail on the steps, like a skinned snake. Vanessa sat primly on the leather sofa, her freshly done almond-colored nails tapping lightly on a wine glass. Six men stood in front of her. The shortest one had a snake tattoo on his arm – It was the same hand that had pressed down on the back of my neck in the video of the thugs violating me. “Zack…” I crawled over and grabbed his pant leg. Blood foam seeped from the corner of my mouth. “We’ve been together for five years. You said you would protect me forever…” His pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses constricted slightly, but after Vanessa’s light laugh, he violently kicked me away. I crashed into the coffee table. Shards of glass pierced my palms, the pain making my vision go black. “Remember this lesson.” Zack sat down next to Vanessa. “Next time you dare disrespect Vanessa, I’ll have them take you out in public to humiliate you.” The men laughed lecherously as they surrounded me. Rough hands reeking of cigarettes tore open my collar. I looked at Zack. He was lowering his head to fix a strand of Vanessa’s hair, as if our five years of love had been nothing but an absurd dream. “Stop!” The sound of an explosion shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows. My brother burst in with a SWAT team just as I was being pinned to the blood-stained carpet. “Take them all away!” The police handcuffed Zack. He struggled to turn back and look at me in disbelief, his glasses askew revealing bloodshot eyes underneath: “When did you call the police?” My brother’s suit jacket wrapped around my shaking body. He pressed my head to his chest, not letting me look back: “Don’t look at him. He’s filth.” Three days later in a VIP hospital room in the capital, the news was reporting that Zack had paid an enormous bail and was released on bail pending trial. He stood on the steps of the detention center, his eyes sinister as he faced the media cameras. I flinched reflexively. My brother turned off the TV and pushed a sedative into my IV drip. “Aria, don’t be afraid,” he wiped away the cold tears from the corner of my eye. “No one can find you here.” When Zack kicked open the front door of his house, the lingering smell of my blood still hung in the foyer. He looked at the empty home, his hand pausing as he loosened his tie. Like a suddenly abandoned wolf dog, his nostrils flared as he tried to catch my last scent. The sound of Vanessa’s high heels approached from behind: “I told you so. She ran off with some man long ago…” “Shut up!” A crystal vase shattered against the wall. Three days ago, this was where he had pinned me by the throat, demanding to know how I dared hurt Vanessa. He frantically dialed his private investigator, shouting, “Find out who the man was that took Aria away!” Vanessa threw the framed wedding photo of me and Zack from the coffee table into the trash, venting her anger. “That man looked so intimate with Aria. Who knows how long she’s been cheating on you behind your back…” Zack suddenly flipped over the entire coffee table, startling Vanessa into silence. A week later, a haggard Zack began throwing money at accessing all the city’s traffic camera footage. He stared intently at the last image of me on the city’s surveillance – In the footage, I was wearing a mask, being carried into a black Maybach by a tall man. “Enhance the license plate!” When the license plate “A·88888” came into clear view, Vanessa’s coffee cup suddenly crashed to the floor beside him. This license plate belonged to someone extremely wealthy and powerful. Afterwards, Zack barged into my best friend Rachel’s bridal shop, demanding to know when I had seduced the Maybach’s owner. Rachel calmly trimmed a veil with scissors, “The princess of the Jiang Group doesn’t need to seduce anyone.” “All these years Aria pretended to be poor, and you actually believed it?” She chuckled lightly. “Your family’s assets aren’t even a tenth of the Jiang Group’s. Yet you thought she was after your money and status, how little you thought of her!” Rachel’s expression suddenly changed. She hurled the scissors at Zack’s face, cutting a bloody gash. “You even dared to have people violate her?! Prepare to die! Adrian won’t let you off!”

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