On Valentine’s Day night, I discovered my ex-boyfriend lying naked and dead on my bed. Horrified, I called the police. The police investigation revealed that my ex had died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. Soon after, his current girlfriend started slapping me while recording a video. “I trusted you as a friend and felt safe living next door, but I never imagined you’d seduce my boyfriend and play him to death in bed!” She posted the video online, and quickly I was labeled a homewrecker and a slut. Overnight, not only were my social media accounts locked, but I also lost almost all my followers and faced millions in compensation from advertisers. Everyone was calling for me to die, and I eventually succumbed to the pressure and took my own life. Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend rode the wave of sympathy to become a multi-million follower internet celebrity. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Pay your rent for this month,” Mr. Davis, my landlord, grumbled with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he urged me to pay up. The familiar words made me shudder. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the date, only to realize I had been reborn on the day before I was framed. I heard a noise behind Mr. Davis and peeked around him. Sure enough, I saw my ex-boyfriend Jack Evans moving in across from me with his new girlfriend, Mia Foster. Mia and I were both influencers in the same agency. I was the top influencer in our team, while in comparison, Mia’s business skills were really mediocre. Her advertising revenue couldn’t even break four figures. Our boss had scolded her multiple times in meetings, telling her to increase her followers or get out. I could understand her anxiety as a newcomer, but I never imagined she would not only hold a grudge against me but also try to climb up by stepping on me. Mia put on a fake smile and greeted me, “Hey Lily, what a coincidence that you live here too.” “Jack and I are together now. You don’t mind, right?” She deliberately hooked her arm through Jack’s, trying to get under my skin. I quickly took out my phone to transfer money to Mr. Davis, determined to move out. “I’ve sent the money. I’m moving out today, I won’t be renting anymore.” It wasn’t because I was upset about her being with my ex-boyfriend, but because I needed to save my life. Mr. Davis’s expression changed after receiving the money. He grabbed my hand to stop me from leaving, confronting me aggressively. “Young lady, you didn’t give me any notice about moving out. Where am I supposed to find a new tenant now?” I didn’t want to argue, I just wanted to leave quickly. I responded coldly, “I’ll transfer you another month’s rent, okay? A month should be enough time for you to find the next tenant.” Mia, still arm-in-arm with Jack, spoke with a sarcastic tone, “Lily, is this the extent of your open-mindedness? Your reaction makes me feel like you’re still hung up on my boyfriend!” I looked up at her angrily, suddenly noticing a small camera pinned to her chest. She was livestreaming! While transferring money to Mr. Davis, I quickly opened the streaming platform and sure enough, saw her livestream. The few followers in her stream were saying some ridiculous things. [Looks like the rumors about you bullying our baby at work every day are true, big sis.] [She just happened to move in near you, and you’re moving out with an attitude? Really?] [Yeah, do you think your ex-boyfriend should remember you forever and not have a new girlfriend? If you were such a catch, why did he break up with you?] [Our sweet Mia is so nice, it’s understandable that he likes her. Are you just jealous?] I let out a cold laugh, remembering how differently they spoke in my past life when Jack died in my bed. Back then, they said things like, [Her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend moved in across from her, and she pretended to be fine with it at first, but she was actually planning how to seduce him. This bitch played too hard though, she actually played him to death!] [Who in this world could stand seeing their ex-boyfriend every day? The fact that she stubbornly refused to move out proves she had ulterior motives!] [Poor Mia, being bullied by her at work and having her boyfriend seduced behind her back.] I didn’t care what they said. Staying far away from these two was the real truth. Just as I turned to go into my apartment to pack, my boss suddenly called me. “Lily, what the hell are you doing? Don’t you dare move out!”

The huge shout made me pull the phone away from my ear. My boss was yelling at me on the other end. “Do you know that rumors are spreading online about you bullying Mia?” “Take advantage of this coincidence to improve your relationship. This is a potential viral moment for us. Being coworkers and gradually becoming best friends with your ex’s new girlfriend will definitely help Mia gain a lot of followers…” I cut off my boss before he could finish, “I’m definitely moving out today!” Mia’s eyes lit up, and she pouted, saying, “Lily, I really didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence, and I didn’t think you’d mind so much. Actually, I can choose not to rent if you’re uncomfortable…” She sounded more and more aggrieved as she spoke, as if she had done something wrong. Her voice even had a hint of tears. This made her followers anxious, and they started cursing at me more vigorously. [This bitch is so disgusting, she’s almost made our Mia cry.] [Capitalists will be capitalists. Didn’t you hear how she just spoke to her boss? So arrogant, not taking him seriously at all.] [I bet she slept with the boss to get so many resources. That’s probably why her boyfriend dumped her!] [I think the comment above is right. Our sweet Mia is just too upright and kind-hearted, that’s why the boss doesn’t value her.] I stared at Mia with a cold smile, unable to hide the murderous look in my eyes. “No need. I’m moving out.” You should know, in my past life, I was sleeping soundly at home when I suddenly woke up to find a naked, dead Jack on my bed. It scared me half to death. The police forensic results showed that Jack had a pre-existing heart condition and died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that he was naked on my bed left me completely unable to explain myself. This gave Mia an opportunity to exploit. She cried her heart out to her followers, accusing me of seducing her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day night and playing him to death in bed. Suddenly, the whole world’s spit was directed at me alone. The platform believed I had violated regulations and laws, so they locked my account, leaving me with no way to explain myself. Advertisers clamored for contract termination. My boss didn’t hesitate to kick me out of the team, eager to distance himself from me. He even pursued millions in compensation from me, while turning to promote Mia, who had become a hot topic due to public sympathy and pity… They literally drove me to death. In this life, I definitely wouldn’t feel safe with my address exposed. Even if Mia moved away, there was still a possibility she could harm me, so I had to move to a far, far away place, a place no one knew about. I turned and went into my apartment, slamming the door shut before immediately searching for new housing and moving companies. In less than three hours, I had everything packed up. The movers helped me load my luggage and furniture onto the truck. Seeing the mattress where Jack had died in my past life, I almost threw up. Covering my mouth, I asked the movers to throw it far, far away. This time, let’s see how you’ll set me up! I moved to a place 15 kilometers away from my previous apartment. I even had the driver take a couple of extra turns. I paid them double the price to help me keep it confidential, ensuring they wouldn’t leak my address to Mia. The next day was Valentine’s Day. I had accepted several sponsorships and needed to livestream from home all day. To avoid exposing my address, I even put up a whole backdrop curtain, not letting my followers see even a hint of what my home looked like. And so, I temporarily forgot about Mia and started focusing on my work. On Valentine’s Day, I streamed for over ten hours straight. When I finished, I felt like my soul had been sucked out of my body. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. Just then, my mom called me, her voice full of concern. “Lily, dear, Mom just dropped off some bird’s nest soup for you. Drink it quickly before you go to sleep.” “You’re always busy with your livestreams, your health is going to suffer. You need to take care of yourself.”

I had only told my mom my new address. Today, she must have seen me livestreaming in my room and didn’t want to disturb me, so she just left the supplements and left. My heart immediately warmed up. My mom, despite sometimes favoring my brother, still loved me quite a bit at other times. But I was so exhausted now that I could barely move. I lazily sent a voice message back to my mom. “Thanks, Mom, but I’m so tired today! Can I drink it tomorrow instead?” These past couple of days, I had been busy worrying about how to avoid disaster after being reborn, constantly on guard against Mia and internet trolls, while also busy livestreaming and managing my account. It had really drained all my energy. Mom replied instantly, anxiously nagging me. “No, drink it now! Listen to your mother, this is definitely good for your health. Mom bought it especially for you, not even your brother got any!” Lying in bed, I happily held my phone to my chest, feeling my mother’s endless love. This was something Mom bought especially for me, not even my brother got any. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt full of energy. I sat up with a jerk and walked heavily to the kitchen to drink the bird’s nest soup. After drinking it, I crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. In my dream, I vaguely smelled a foul odor. It was exactly the same as the smell I had woken up to on Jack’s body in my past life. I frowned, terrified as I woke up from my dream. Opening my eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, I actually felt relieved. I patted my chest urgently to calm myself down. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’ve already moved, there’s nothing to be afraid of…” Just as I was about to roll over and go back to sleep, I noticed that the pillow on the other side of my bed had a large dent in it. I screamed and turned on the lamp on my bedside table. I saw Jack, his face pale and his lips purple, completely naked, dead…!!! I almost fainted, but I managed to hold on to my consciousness and called the police. It was the same as in my previous life. Jack had died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. And only his DNA and mine were found on his hand. Just thinking about Jack’s dead hand touching me made me feel sick to my stomach. Not long after, Mia burst through the door, once again recording a video with her phone while rushing over to slap me. “Lily, you slut! Didn’t you move? Why are you still seducing my boyfriend?” “It’s bad enough that you seduced him, but how could you let him take erectile dysfunction pills when you knew he had a heart condition? You act all pure and kind on the surface, but you’re so wild behind closed doors! You couldn’t just enjoy yourself, you had to kill him?” One slap after another hit my face so hard I felt like it was about to fall off, but I couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong. Suddenly, I snapped to attention, grabbed Mia’s wrist, and said through gritted teeth. “Mia Foster, don’t try to frame me! I installed security cameras in this new apartment yesterday. I’m going to check the footage now, and I’ll soon prove my innocence!” “Jack must have been killed by you. You deliberately brought him to my bed!” “My security cameras must have caught you in the act!” Mia’s pupils shook, but she was still stubborn. “Fine, I want to see what your cameras actually caught me doing!” I laughed bitterly and immediately opened the app connected to my security cameras. But there was nothing in the video! I clearly remembered buying security cameras yesterday and making sure they were working properly. Mia shoved her camera in my face and said angrily, “Lily, it’s bad enough that you slept with my boyfriend and played him to death, but now you’re trying to pin your evil deeds on me!” “I never said anything about how you bullied me at work, but this time you’ve really gone too far!” Mia covered her mouth and started sobbing. My emotions were already on the edge of collapse. Why did Jack die in my bed when I had clearly moved and not told anyone my address? Why did I install cameras but they caught nothing? Why did Jack die in my bed… Why, why, why?!

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When I transferred to this school, Parker had already dated every pretty girl here. He joked with his buddies, “I’d rather date a dog than Zoe.” I am Zoe. But a month later, his best friend cornered me and confessed his feelings. Seeing the marks on my body, Parker suddenly went crazy: “Who gave you permission to touch her?” “Um… could you please give this to Parker?” I took the light pink love letter. This was the eleventh one this month. Everyone knew I was Parker’s childhood friend, and they also knew he would like anyone but me. So they felt safe asking me to deliver love letters. But as usual, when Parker received it, he would raise an eyebrow, thinking about who the girl was, and then sneer: “My standards are not that low.” He threw the letter back into my arms: “I can’t accept someone on your level.” His buddies all laughed. And Parker’s eyes were filled with mockery when he looked at me. Why? Because the first love letter Parker tore up was mine.

Parker and I were childhood sweethearts. Our parents were close friends, so they naturally assumed we got along well too. At first, we did. Until a certain… accident. It was a game of Truth or Dare. Parker got dared, and someone asked if he dared to kiss me. At that time, we were naive but extremely competitive. He asked me, “Do you mind?” But before I could react, he kissed me. “Tch, it’s nothing special.” From that moment on, I was no longer the untouchable flower or the top student in everyone’s eyes. Instead, I became one of Parker’s possessions.

Parker’s grades were not good. Because of this, his parents hoped I could study with him. But on the day we agreed to go to the library together, I stood alone at the bus stop waiting for him for nearly an hour, only to see his SnapChat story about winning ten games in a row at an internet cafe. I took a taxi to that shady internet cafe. Inside, it was smoky, and there was even a girl sitting on Parker’s lap. They were cheering for him. He suddenly turned his head and met my gaze. Returning a malicious smile.

“Zoe, are you fucking insane!” Parker got scolded by his parents and had all his pocket money taken away. He couldn’t go to the internet cafe anymore because I told on him. “You shouldn’t go to places like that,” I said word by word. At that time, hiding my feelings for him, I stubbornly and self-righteously tried to be good to him. But what I got in return was his increasing disgust. Parker grabbed my chin: “What right do you have to control me?” “You really think you’re my girlfriend just because of one kiss? What a joke!”

Parker had a very handsome face. Coupled with his rebellious personality, he quickly attracted a lot of attention at school. Many girls wanted to win him over. He welcomed them all, flirtatious and heartless. Just playing basketball casually, his excellent skills would make the whole court cheer. But Parker was merciless, throwing the basketball hard and without hesitation at me. “Sorry.” He said carelessly, watching me hug my arm in pain, and apologized lightly: “You won’t hold a grudge against me, right? My little childhood sweetheart.” So, everyone knew he hated me.

I gradually accepted this fact. I carefully put away the love letter I had once written for Parker, stroke by stroke, with a girl’s heart, and stopped paying attention to his affairs. But in front of our parents, we still needed to pretend to have a good relationship. “Parker’s grades have improved recently, it must be thanks to little Zoe. I’ve cut some fruit, you two eat.” Parker’s mother smiled. Parker seemed to be in a good mood too. He just gave me a warning look discreetly. Of course, his improved grades were not my credit. It was because he had recently started dating the school beauty with excellent grades. They often “tutored” after school. If only I hadn’t caught them kissing in an empty classroom that day.

I had originally removed Parker from my world. But we were in the same school, seeing each other all the time. As the top student in our grade for years, I had just won the outstanding student award for the city and needed to give a speech on stage the next day. So I stayed behind after school a day early to rehearse with the teacher. I passed by that empty classroom. The sounds inside were faint and ambiguous. I just turned my head slightly and caught Parker’s eye through the gap in the curtains. He was pressing a girl against the desk. But in the moment he looked up, he caught me. At that time, I knew he had marked me down in his heart again.

The school beauty, Parker’s girlfriend, was consistently second in our grade and also my classmate. But after dating Parker, her grades began to visibly decline. This quickly caught the attention of the teachers. They called me over: “Has she been acting strange lately? Or is she in contact with any bad influences?” I just shook my head: “I don’t know.” But the truth couldn’t be hidden for long. Somehow, the fact that I was questioned spread. Parker and the school beauty’s affair was exposed, his parents found out, and his father, who had a violent temper, took him home and beat him. That day, no one was at my house. Parker barged into my room forcefully. “I underestimated you.” He pushed me, and I lost my balance, hitting the desk. The drawer fell out, along with its contents. Parker’s hand holding my wrist froze. Because we both saw the light pink love letter on the ground. It had my name and Parker’s on it. And he was all too familiar with my handwriting.

“Oh, so it was jealousy?” Parker had a look of sudden realization. He tore up that love letter, then grabbed me. I struggled: “I didn’t tell on you.” He raised an eyebrow: “Now there’s something more important than that.” Parker took the scissors from the desk and cut off a lock of my hair: “Zoe, I’d rather date a dog than you.”

Parker used that lock of my hair to make amends with the school beauty. But this couldn’t change his father’s decision to transfer him to another school. On the day Parker left, the school beauty cried for a long time. I thought they would be together forever. But it didn’t take long for the school beauty to receive photos of Parker being intimate with other girls. And my lock of hair, along with the missing part of my sideburns, were all forgotten. The school beauty’s grades later plummeted. She begged me to help her arrange a meeting with Parker, just once, she wanted to see him. I couldn’t refuse successfully. But I didn’t expect that on the day I went, Parker was drunk in a bar. He recognized me and forcefully kept me there. “Zoe, isn’t this what you wanted to see the most?” He smiled in a frightening way. So the next day, what the school beauty received were photos of Parker forcefully kissing me against the private room door.

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At the party, I accidentally ingested a love potion and ended up spending a wild night with my sworn rival. The next day, when my friend Rachel asked me how it was, I tried to save face by lying, “It wasn’t anything special. I barely felt a thing, and then it was over.” Unfortunately, my rival overheard this comment. With a smirk, he forcefully dragged me back to the hotel where it all happened. Pinning me down, he slowly removed his hearing aid and mouthed the words: “Now that it’s off, I won’t stop.” “Don’t beg for mercy like you did that night.” “After all… I can’t hear you.” With a loud rip, I tore James’s designer shirt in half. Straddling him, my fingers clumsily roamed over his abs, eliciting heavy breaths from him. Just as I reached for his belt, he suddenly grabbed my hand, frantically signing: I managed to make out that he was trying to say no. “Damn it, James! Are you trying to kill me here?” “I’m already like this, and you won’t touch me? Are you impotent or something?!” “If you can’t do it, find me a real man who can.” I burst into tears. Who would have thought attending a party could lead to being drugged? And the effects were so strong, I was burning up and losing all reason. If I didn’t get a man soon, I feared I might actually die. James’s grip on me loosened for a moment. His sharp Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he swallowed hard. He signed again: “Are you sure you won’t regret this?” I lost my patience and pushed myself up to kiss him fiercely. “If you’re a real man, just do it! Why so many questions?!”

The next morning, I woke up with an aching body and a parched throat. Supporting my sore waist, I was about to get up for some water when I caught sight of James resting beside me with his eyes closed. His hair was disheveled, and visible scratches and kiss marks adorned his neck, looking utterly debauched. Especially that large bite mark on his chest. My breath caught as my brain went into overdrive. Who am I? Where am I? What did I do? Who is this man next to me? Then I let out a high-pitched scream like a startled meerkat. Holy crap, I had spent an entire day and night rolling around with James, my sworn rival!! Forgetting all shame, I hurriedly put on my clothes and fled the room on shaky legs. When I got home, my parents, who had been unable to find me, looked me over several times. Seeing that I was unharmed, they finally relaxed. “Oh, Lily dear, have you seen my James?” a voice suddenly cut in, making me jump. It was James’s mother. I looked up and realized that James’s parents were also at my house, seemingly having been there for a while. James’s mother’s face was filled with worry: “That boy disappeared after the party last night.” “We checked the security footage and saw you two leaving together.” “How come only you came back?” Meeting James’s mother’s gaze, my heart suddenly tightened, and I couldn’t help but look away guiltily. Of course I knew where James was. We had been lying in bed together just hours ago, doing unspeakable things. If our parents found out we had slept together, they would definitely try to get us together. But James was my sworn rival. We could never be together. Besides, last night was just an accident.

Just as I was wracking my brain for how to respond, James’s mother’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly walked past me: “James—” As soon as she spoke, an intense and piercing gaze fell silently on my back, like a sharp knife scraping against my flesh. I stiffly turned around to find James looking at me. He signed, indicating he was fine, then lifted his eyelids to look at me. He asked: “Why did you leave first?” His expression reminded me of last night when I was on top of him, and he kept signing to ask if the intensity was okay. As the chaotic memories flooded my mind, I hurriedly turned away and fled upstairs. Back in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom and dunked my head underwater, trying to shake off those indecent memories swirling in my brain. “Lily Evans, what kind of R-rated thoughts are you having?!” I scolded myself. I forced myself to stay calm, silently reassuring myself. So what if I slept with James? It’s not a big deal. James probably doesn’t care either. He might even be disgusted by it. We can just pretend nothing happened. Just like how he’s always kept his distance from me before.

James and I grew up together as childhood friends. Because our families lived close by, we played together all the time as kids and were practically inseparable. Back then, James’s hearing was still fine, and he didn’t need a hearing aid. Every day after school, the first thing I’d do was go find him, and he never tired of playing with me. Until that year when James was ten. He came down with a high fever, and due to delayed treatment, he was left with a disability. From then on, he had to wear a hearing aid to hear. It was from that day that the once gentle boy gradually became unpredictable in his moods. He grew quiet and withdrawn, often shutting himself in his room and refusing all treatment. I tried to cheer him up, but whenever he saw me, he would throw things, lose his temper, and angrily tell me to go away. Even at that young age, I could clearly sense that he didn’t want to see me and even resented my presence. But I’m not one to give up easily. The more James pushed me away, the more I appeared before him, deliberately opposing him in everything. As we grew older, he continued to distance himself from me. And so he became the rival I was determined to challenge at every turn.

I hid at home for three days. During that time, my best friend Rachel kept trying to get me to go out, but I made excuses and refused. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go out. My waist was still sore from James’s intense… activities. James was nearly 6’2″, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscular arms could easily lift my 130-pound frame with one hand. That night, he had me pinned against the wall with one arm as my body endured wave after wave of pleasure. And he still wasn’t satisfied, insisting on trying multiple locations. I began to suspect he might have an addiction to this kind of thing. It wasn’t until the fourth day, when my body had somewhat recovered, that I finally agreed to meet up with Rachel. As soon as we met, Rachel eagerly asked what had happened between James and me. “Spill it! What’s going on with you and James? He’s been asking me about you non-stop lately.” James asking about me? My first reaction was disbelief. After keeping me at arm’s length for so many years, shouldn’t he be avoiding me like the plague? But under Rachel’s persistent questioning, I ended up telling her about sleeping with James. “What? You slept with James—” Rachel looked utterly shocked, her voice rising to an alarming pitch. I quickly covered her mouth before we could attract attention in the cafe. “Damn, Lily, you’ve really done it now. You actually managed to bed James Potter.” “So, how was he? Was it mind-blowing?” Rachel nudged me with her elbow, a mischievous grin on her face. My face instantly turned red. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I had to say that James was pretty good in that department. The only issue was communication. Sometimes when things got intense, his hearing aid would fall off, and no matter how much I begged, he wouldn’t stop. In the end, I could only press against his ear, brokenly crying and pleading between gasps.

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The year I loved Jack Thompson the most was the year he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would break down, but I didn’t cry or make a scene. Two years later, I ran into him at a private party. Jack was passionately kissing a young woman. His friends rushed to explain to me: “Jack was severely injured in the accident and fell into a coma. He’s just woken up and lost his memory… We didn’t tell you to spare you from constant worry.” Jack pushed the girl away and came to me, frowning as he said: “I heard you’re my fiancée? Although I don’t remember, I’ll honor our engagement since you’ve been pining for me.” I smiled slightly and replied, “They’re lying to you. We don’t know each other.” Jack didn’t know that on the day he faked his death, I had received a video. In the video, Jack was laughing as he told someone: “The thought of being with only Emily after marriage is unbearable. “I’ll fake my death and play around for a few more years. Comfort her often, don’t let her do anything stupid.” He also didn’t know that during the two years he was “dead,” I had been with other men.

The friends around us were stunned, then quickly tried to persuade me: “Emily, how can you say you don’t know Jack? We kept it from you, it’s not Jack’s fault.” “Yeah, Emily, we did it for your own good, afraid you’d always be worried. Now that Jack’s finally awake, don’t be petty with him.” The room was filled with accusations. Before I could speak, a scornful laugh rang out. Jack stood up from the couch, cigarette between his fingers, looking lazy and smug as he said, “If we don’t know each other, then forget it. Saves me the trouble of being responsible.” The young woman by his side clung to Jack’s arm, looking up at him shyly and nervously: “Jack… I know you. She doesn’t appreciate you, I… I’m willing to marry you, okay?” Jack didn’t respond. He glanced at me coldly, then wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist and kissed her deeply. Seeing this, the friends around us quickly blocked my view. They comforted me: “Emily, Jack lost his memory. You know he loved you the most before.” “Yeah, Em, you should take care of Jack and help him remember you. Don’t be upset.” I opened my mouth, about to say something to Jack’s friends, when a sudden pain shot through my stomach. My face paled involuntarily. I didn’t linger, turning to leave the room. I left so quickly that the people in the room didn’t react in time. After I disappeared completely, they sighed to Jack: “Jack, you went too far. Emily’s really jealous and angry now, her face went white. Don’t let her really leave you.” Jack smiled, sitting back on the couch. “Emily’s easy to coax. After two years apart, I don’t believe she doesn’t miss me. “Besides, I’ve lost my memory now. When I’m done playing around, I’ll tell her my memory’s back, say the past wasn’t my intention. I won’t even need to apologize, just beckon and she’ll come running back.”

After leaving the room, I could no longer hold back and crouched down. The pain in my stomach came in waves, leaving me without the strength to even go to the restroom. Until a shadow fell over me. A familiar voice said: “What, heartbroken? Want to rekindle the flame?” I looked up to see Alexander Hughes leaning against the doorframe not far away, arms crossed, looking at me impassively. He was dressed all in black, with a high bridge nose and eyes hidden in the dim light, emotions unreadable. In the light, his thin lips had beautiful, clean lines. In that moment, a feeling of being wrongly accused welled up in my heart. Tears fell uncontrollably. Alexander panicked, quickly dropping his arms and walking over to me. “Don’t cry, I won’t say that again.” He had a great physique, strong and powerful. He picked me up from the ground with one arm. The scent of cedar entered my nose, stirring my heartstrings. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said: “My stomach hurts…” Alexander paused slightly: “It’s early?” I nodded, my lips inadvertently brushing his jaw as I rested my head on his broad shoulder. Alexander carried me to the car, turned on the heat and said: “Wait in the car, I’ll go buy you some things.” After saying that, he closed the car door and left. The dim streetlight poured down from above, outlining his tall figure. Not long after, a video call came in. It was from Alexander. “Your usual brand is sold out. Do you see any you like among these?” I was about to choose when a familiar voice tinged with surprise came from the video. Jack walked into the store with his arm around the young woman’s waist. He looked Alexander up and down in surprise and said: “We invited you out for drinks tonight but you didn’t come. Turns out you’re here buying things for a woman! “Are you on a video call with her? Let me see who the amazing woman is that got our Mr. Hughes to open up!” Jack reached out to grab Alexander’s phone. I instinctively moved my face away from the camera. But Jack didn’t touch Alexander’s phone. Alexander just gave him a cold look, and Jack’s hand retracted. “Alright, alright, I see you’re protective of your treasure. Next time you must bring her out to meet us! “By the way, Alex, I ran into Emily. She walked into the wrong room and caught me kissing another woman. I was scared to death, but luckily the other guys were quick-witted and said I had amnesia. I’ll play around a bit more, then regain my memory. “Of course, you really helped me out too, bro. Back then when I wasn’t done playing, your idea of faking my death was brilliant!” The phone screen shook, and the next second my end showed the call had been disconnected.

Alexander came back ten minutes later. He didn’t dare look at me, just handed me what he bought and quickly got into the driver’s seat, locking the car doors. “I had someone send over some ginger tea with red dates. It’s at home. Do you… want to go back and drink it?” Alexander’s words carried a hint of caution. It made me laugh a little. Alexander was a well-known second generation rich kid in the city. He was also Jack’s best friend. In the past when I went out to eat with Jack, Alexander was always there. Back then he was very cold towards me, especially when people around us urged Jack and me to show affection, he wouldn’t even give us a glance. He even sneered and showed disgust. To the point where people in that circle all thought he hated me. Until later, on the day of Jack’s “fatal” car accident, I received a video. A video sent by Alexander. In the video Jack was laughing as he told someone: “The thought of being with only Emily after marriage is unbearable. “I’ll fake my death and play around for a few more years. Comfort her often, don’t let her do anything stupid.” But I never expected that this fake death was actually Alexander’s idea. This man was quite scheming.

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“Just sign it, Lily. My child can’t be illegitimate.” The night my sister was hospitalized after a car accident, her husband slapped the divorce papers against the ICU glass. Outside, he wrapped his arm around a female student’s waist, his fingers suggestively caressing her swollen belly. “She’s supported you for eight years. It’s time for her to step aside.” I stared at the girl’s face with a hint of amusement. Lily Evans: My high school classmate – the bully who drove someone to suicide eight years ago – now wrapped in a pure white cotton dress, timidly calling me “little sister Olivia.” Amidst the chaos, I clutched the paper in my pocket tightly. It was my brother-in-law’s medical report, showing a sperm survival rate of 0.03%. 0 “It’s okay, Lily. You know she can’t have a boy. A hen that can’t even lay eggs should be slaughtered.” Professor Thompson shielded Lily behind him, his crude language a far cry from his usual refined professorial image. On the other side of the glass, my sister’s oxygen mask was seeping blood. She remained oblivious to her husband’s betrayal. The smell of disinfectant stung my eyes as I looked through the glass at my sister’s body, riddled with tubes. Just three days ago, she had been adjusting Lily’s master’s degree gown tassel, smiling warmly: “Lily is like a second sister to me.” Because Lily wasn’t just anyone – she was the girl my sister had been supporting all these years. In her sophomore year of high school, Lily had been at the top of her class. Everyone in the village said she was destined for greatness, surely bound for Harvard. But her family couldn’t afford it. Her parents wanted her to marry the mayor’s son early, to help pay for her brother’s wedding. She wasn’t content with her fate and kept seeking sponsors. My sister, seeing her plight, immediately drove to her home to investigate. Not only did she give Lily’s parents a sum of money, but she also sponsored Lily through high school, college, and graduate school. Lily’s college entrance exam scores weren’t as stellar as expected. She didn’t make it into Harvard, barely scraping by with an undergraduate degree. Her subsequent master’s degree and upcoming PhD were all arranged by my sister. When Lily applied for her PhD, my sister placed her in Professor Thompson’s lab – the most prestigious lab in her field. Over these eight years, my sister not only arranged Lily’s education but also used her connections to find her jobs. As for Lily’s future marriage, my sister had been planning ahead, already scouting suitable young talents for her. Who would have thought that Lily didn’t fancy young, handsome men, but instead jumped into my brother-in-law’s bed? Professor Thompson sat with Lily for a while, then lost patience. He pulled out a document from his folder and handed it to me: “When your sister wakes up, have her sign this agreement.” His tone was indifferent, as if the person in the hospital room had nothing to do with him. I flipped through a page and felt my face flush with anger. How shameless! My sister was unconscious in the hospital, and here he was, bringing his mistress to force my sister to leave with nothing? 0

Seeing my silence, Lily looked up with a timid expression, her voice soft and hesitant. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. I’m grateful to Amelia, and to James too. I just want to fulfill their wish and give the Thompson family a son to carry on the family name.” “I’m not asking for any status. James and I are truly in love. I only want to repay their kindness.” Lily bit her lip, looking like a frightened deer. Professor Thompson held her closer, his eyes full of concern: “Don’t say that, Lily. I’m determined to get this divorce!” Suddenly, Lily stumbled and grabbed my father’s sleeve, her pregnant belly accidentally bumping against the emergency cart. She looked up with tears in her eyes: “James, why don’t we just leave? Amelia is in such a state…” “Leave? No way! My grandson must be born legitimate!” A shrill voice cut through the corridor. It was Mrs. Thompson, my sister’s mother-in-law, clutching her prayer beads as she rushed over. Her bony finger jabbed at my nose: “You little brat, how dare you glare at your sister Lily? She’s carrying our heir!” The prayer beads stung my face as they swung against it, reminiscent of the cigarette burns Lily had inflicted on a transfer student’s hand eight years ago, the sparks splattering onto my school uniform. I smiled, fingering the medical report: “You’re right, Auntie. The Thompson family’s precious grandson should be properly verified. But how do you know it’s a boy? Or even a Thompson at all?” I deliberately dragged out my words, watching Lily’s face turn ashen: “With today’s technology, prenatal paternity tests are quite safe.” I chuckled, feeling the other paper in my pocket – a document delivered by courier this morning, its cover stamped with “Sperm Bank Withdrawal Record Inquiry Result.” Suddenly, Lily clutched her belly and crumpled to the ground. Dark red blood flowers bloomed on her pure white cotton dress. Her voice was extremely weak: “Little sister Olivia, it’s understandable that you misunderstand me. You and Amelia are so close, but how could the baby not be James’…” She suddenly grasped the hem of my clothes, her eyes brimming with tears, her face as white as jade with a few spots of red: “Little sister Olivia, I’ll be honest with you. James was actually my first love.” Seeing the beauty in tears, Professor Thompson immediately slammed me against the wall. The back of my head rang from the impact. “You little bitch, just like your sister. Look at what state Lily is in, and you’re still upsetting her! Don’t I know if Lily was a virgin or not?” “If anything happens to Lily’s baby, I’ll make you and your sister pay with your lives.” Professor Thompson loosened his tie, glaring at me fiercely. The monitor was still screeching. I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth and looked at Lily. She was using the support as cover to flash me a familiar cold smirk. That smile was identical to the one on that rainy night when she had stomped on the transfer student’s head, burning her face with a cigarette! The transfer student’s pretty face was already blistered from the burns. Lily, ignoring her cries, yanked the latest model earrings right off her ears. “James, my stomach hurts so much.” Her trembling fingers clutched my brother-in-law’s tie, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. In a corner out of sight, she mouthed to me: You’ve already lost. 0

Ten years ago, on a night like this, my sister had burst into the dorm room, soaking wet, clutching James’ scholarship application form tightly to her chest. Back then, her eyes had sparkled: “Olivia, he said he’d buy me a diamond ring once he becomes a professor.” Yes, my sister had always been deeply in love with James. James’ current position was entirely due to my sister’s support. In high school, James had fallen for my sister at first sight – she was from a wealthy family and excelled academically. He’d said, “Amelia, I can’t give you much now, but I can give you my whole heart.” Under James’ gentle advances, my sister had gradually fallen for him. They finished high school together, did their master’s together, their PhDs together, and finally stayed on as faculty at the same university. When James couldn’t afford tuition, my sister paid for him. When James struggled with his research, my sister comforted him. When James was awkward at social events, my sister worked the room for his projects, putting on countless fake smiles. A young man from a rural area, who originally couldn’t afford tuition and was about to drop out. After meeting my sister, his life took an upward trajectory, eventually becoming a top professor. Amidst the shrill alarms of the monitors, I saw my sister’s fingers twitch through the glass. The prayer beads Mrs. Thompson had thrown at her were still wrapped around her pale wrist, the sandalwood beads gleaming a dark red under the cold fluorescent lights. Three months ago, when I’d burst into the Thompson house, these supposedly blessed beads had been grinding into my sister’s hand. Lily had leaned into James’ embrace, chuckling lightly: “Don’t upset yourself, Mrs. Thompson. Amelia just can’t have children, it’s not like she deliberately killed your grandson.” This was the home my sister had protected for ten years. Mrs. Thompson had always used my sister’s inability to have children as an excuse to treat her poorly. She would berate my sister daily, and my sister often cried secretly in her room, hating herself for not being able to bear a child. “Olivia, what are you standing there for?” Mrs. Thompson suddenly grabbed my collar, her prayer beads digging into my collarbone. “Hurry up and buy some brown sugar for your brother-in-law! Lily says her stomach hurts and she wants ginger tea!” I looked at this old woman who had once knelt in front of the Wells’ mansion begging for tuition money. Now she wore a jade bracelet my sister had given her, but used her gold-ringed finger to jab at my chest: “You jinx, all you Wells women are bad luck!” I had long known about my brother-in-law’s affair. That day in the lab, I’d seen James holding Lily. His suggestive fingers had slipped off her clothes, and I knew then that my seemingly upright brother-in-law had finally given in to temptation. Lily gently pushed James away with her small hand, as if reluctantly: “James, we shouldn’t be doing this.” I had run back to the Thompson house in a rage, intending to tell my sister about James’ infidelity. But I found my sister crouched in the Thompsons’ bathroom, scrubbing the toilet. Mrs. Thompson had thrown her blood-stained underwear on my sister’s head: “If you can’t have children, you should at least absorb some human energy.” After returning home, I checked all of James’ papers, only to discover that the first authorship that should have belonged to my sister had been changed to Lily! But this experimental data was clearly my sister’s! 0

It turned out that for all these years, James had been claiming my sister’s experimental data as his own to get promoted to full professor. My sister had kept quiet for the sake of her husband’s career. Years later, when she finally had the chance to become a full professor herself, it turned out her work had become the bully’s achievement. That day, I brooded alone for a long time. Had my sister and James’ childlessness all these years really been just my sister’s problem? I secretly doubted, and tricked James into participating in our company’s free comprehensive physical examination. Finally, I got the test report: sperm survival rate 0.03%. How could he possibly father a child? It had been him all along who couldn’t have children, yet James had pinned all the blame on my sister for all these years. I clenched my fists, slowly formulating a plan. I smiled and took Mrs. Thompson’s hand, looking at her with a hint of apology: “My sister’s inability to give the Thompson family a ‘biological grandson’ all these years is indeed her fault. I’ll go buy some brown sugar water for sister Lily right away. Don’t worry, as soon as my sister wakes up, I’ll make sure she signs this divorce agreement immediately.” Mrs. Thompson was surprised but nodded confidently, her wrinkled finger poking me lightly: “Little Olivia is so sensible, unlike that jinx of a sister. When our Thompson family has a grandson, you’ll have contributed too.” I suddenly grabbed her hand emotionally, tears welling up: “Oh, Auntie, you’re such a good person! All these years you’ve never held a grudge, and you’re even giving me credit. When Lily gives James a ‘biological son’, can I come see him? After all, Lily has given the Thompson family quite a ‘surprise’!” Seeing Mrs. Thompson hesitate, I continued: “It’s not that I want to cause trouble. It’s just that my parents feel guilty too. They think my sister has let the Thompson family down. They want to take this opportunity to properly apologize to the Thompson family and bring a big gift.” Hearing the words “big gift,” Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened. She fingered her prayer beads and squinted. Then she nodded, grunting: “Fine then. Your Wells family is finally showing some sense. Having my son as an ex-son-in-law, a big professor, brings glory to your family name too.” I chuckled softly, wondering if James would be able to handle seeing his “biological son” later. I turned and went to buy brown sugar water for Lily, bringing it to her after it was ready: “Sister Lily, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well and had to come all this way. My sister’s fate is in heaven’s hands now, you don’t need to wish for her early death.” Lily shook her head repeatedly in denial: “Olivia, I only hope for Amelia’s speedy recovery.” “Well, thank you then. The brown sugar water is getting cold, drink up.” I was too lazy to argue with her, scooping up some brown sugar water and looking at her expectantly. “Sister Lily, I truly know I was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with the brown sugar water, I just bought it. You’ll feel better after drinking it.” Seeing her reluctance, I let a few tears drop, looking up at her pitifully. James inexplicably felt a twinge of softness and coaxed Lily: “Lily, drink some brown sugar water. It’ll make you feel better.” After a few seconds of standoff, Lily finally took a small sip. Then, she clutched her belly and screamed. Seeing this, Mrs. Thompson immediately threw her prayer beads at my face. James scooped Lily up in one motion, and the three of them hurried away. 0

I walked to the hospital bed and removed my sister’s oxygen mask, looking at her with concern: “Sis, do you see my brother-in-law’s true colors now?” My sister’s eyes were filled with tears, her voice choked with sobs: “Olivia, how could I have loved the wrong person?” I hugged her tightly, speaking softly: “It’s okay, sis. At least we still have a chance now. At least we can fight back.” After comforting my sister, I went to Lily’s hospital bed. James and Mrs. Thompson had gone out to buy food, so I locked the door behind me. Lily was peeling an apple. When she saw it was me, she dropped the fruit knife in terror. “Olivia, your sister isn’t dead yet and you’re already rushing to show your loyalty?” Lily shrank back, the jade pendant on her chest gleaming coldly – it was the family heirloom Mrs. Thompson had forcibly yanked from my sister’s neck. I sat down on her hospital bed, smiling as I tucked a stray hair behind her ear: “Sister Lily, why aren’t you calling me ‘little sister Olivia’ anymore? Why have you dropped the act?” “Olivia, I could cripple your sister, and dealing with you would be even simpler. Are you trying to threaten me?” Lily straightened up, a sinister smile playing on her red lips. “I’m well aware of Sister Lily’s methods. We saw them in high school, didn’t we?” “But today, let’s talk about something else.” I opened my phone and projected an image onto the stark white wall. The sperm bank records cast an eerie light, with Lily’s signature clearly visible next to the notation [Donor ID X-0742]. Seeing this, Lily’s eyes widened in disbelief: “How did you get this?” Ignoring her question, I looked at her with a hint of mockery: “So the child isn’t my brother-in-law’s after all! You couldn’t even wait for IVF, could you?” I swiped to the next image on the wall projection, my smile growing brighter: “Actually, I can understand your impatience. After all, the Thompson family struck gold with one professor. They’d need a legitimate grandson to inherit, wouldn’t they?” Lily’s face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip: “You little bitch, what do you want?” I smiled at her: “Why, to ask for your help, of course.” Seeing Lily’s hesitation, I tossed her James’ medical report showing his 0.03% sperm survival rate, then twisted the knife: “I could guess the child wasn’t my brother-in-law’s, but I never imagined it wasn’t William’s either!”

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I was working part-time at a high-end karaoke bar when I ran into my supposedly poor boyfriend. He was dressed in expensive clothes, wearing a luxury watch, and shouting, “I’m picking up the tab for everyone tonight!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the same guy who insisted on splitting the bill when we shared a bowl of pasta. Then the girl in his arms called out his name. “Alex, you said you were pretending to be poor and dating that bitch to get revenge for me. How long are you planning to keep up this game?” Alexander pecked her lips. “Of course, until she loves me the most. Then I’ll reveal everything and humiliate her just like she humiliated you…” My nails dug into my palms. But I had never wronged him… Hearing Alexander’s words, the mask I wore made it hard to breathe. My hands trembled uncontrollably, making it difficult to pour drinks. My whole body felt cold. I was still in disbelief. At that moment, Alexander lit a cigarette. “You don’t know, that bitch is head over heels for me now. She brings me water, washes my feet every day, and willingly lies in bed to serve me. Even when I hit her, she still shamelessly tries to comfort me… She’s utterly despicable!” He waved his hand dismissively. “If it weren’t for wanting to get revenge for Scarlett, I’d lose my appetite just looking at her greasy face!” Someone chimed in, “Exactly! How dare such a lowlife hurt Scarlett and almost get her assaulted.” He turned to Scarlett and raised his glass. “We’ll all stand up for you!” I stood still, suppressing the chill that kept rising in my heart. It turns out that when you suddenly discover the truth, you can’t react immediately. Someone nearby shamelessly approached Alexander. “How about we all have some fun with that bitch too?” Alexander casually took out an intimate video he had tricked me into making. “Sure, take a look. Anyone interested? When the time comes, I’ll make up an excuse about needing money. She might even let you guys do whatever you want with her for my sake.” Hearing this, my hand shook violently. It felt like a huge hole had been torn in my heart, letting in a gust of cold wind. I did know Scarlett, but I truly had no idea when I had ever hurt her. And it turns out this rich young master had gone to great lengths to pretend to be poor, deceiving both my body and my heart. Some of the alcohol I was holding splashed onto Scarlett. She gave me a strange look, as if she had noticed something, and then started screaming. “Watch where you’re going, you blind idiot!” Alexander’s dangerous gaze turned towards me, his eyes darkening. “Oh, looks like someone’s upset Alexander’s precious darling,” the crowd jeered. Alexander twirled his wine glass, his gaze lingering on my face before he spoke coldly. “You’re so clueless, you can’t even be a good dog. As punishment, get down on all fours and bark like a dog,” he said, scattering money from his hand. “Crawl around this room five times on your knees!” “However much of this money you can catch in your mouth, you can keep!” The intense humiliation rushed to my head. If it weren’t for the mask covering my face, I’m sure I would have looked paler than the mask itself. Was this really the same gentle, kind-hearted man who would roll up his sleeves and say he’d stand up for me when I was treated unfairly? I stood there, motionless. Scarlett turned her head and clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Aren’t you desperate for money? Why pretend to have dignity now?” She draped herself over Alexander’s neck and said in a deliberately coy voice. “Speaking of needing money, I saw that bitch Olivia getting pretty close to some rich guy the other day. I bet she’s trying to climb the social ladder…” Others laughed, “Tsk tsk, even a lowlife like her is trying to move up in the world!” “Haha! If she knew that Alexander is the son of the richest family in the city, I wonder how much she’d regret it!” “We’re all looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she finds out the truth!”

I stood there rigidly, feeling like everyone’s gaze was piercing into my body like needles. That rich guy they mentioned was my childhood friend. After my family went bankrupt, he was the only one who didn’t look at me differently. I had gone to him to ask if he could help Alexander find an easier, more respectable job. “Hurry up and crawl! Bark like a dog!” Those spoiled rich kids were used to toying with people for fun. Seeing me frozen in place, Alexander viciously kicked my knee. I felt a sharp pain in my bones. My head hit the coffee table hard. Blood spilled everywhere. “How disgusting!” Alexander saw that I stubbornly refused to move and gave up his malicious gaze. Scarlett extended her high-heeled foot and ground it into my hand. The pain made me break out in a cold sweat, but I clenched my teeth to avoid making a sound. Alexander finally lost patience. He carelessly tossed a wad of cash into my shirt collar and had someone throw me out of the room. I quickly treated my wounds and stumbled home. Looking at the simple, familiar furnishings in my rented apartment, I felt dazed. Just this morning when Alexander left, he had kissed me and said he would love me forever. Now, coming back here, it felt like the beautiful world had shattered, revealing dark fangs. I started packing my things. Late into the night, the door opened and Alexander walked in. “Baby, I’m done with work. Look, I bought your favorite cake with my bonus.” I noticed the obvious signs that someone had tampered with the cake, and silently avoided his embrace. He kept rambling about how much he had sweated and been bullied by others just to buy this cake for me. I glanced at my phone and saw Scarlett’s new post on Instagram. The photo showed the same cake, but she had many pieces spread out on the floor. The caption read, [Craving cake… The one who loves me will always bring what I want right away… (heart emoji)] As I listened to Alexander’s words, I looked straight into his eyes. “Alex, do you really love me?” Alexander was taken aback for a moment, then quickly put on his trademark pitiful expression and tried to hug me. “I love Olivia, I’ll love Olivia forever.” I looked at him, remembering what he had said at the karaoke bar not long ago… “When the time comes, I’ll make up an excuse about needing money, and she might even let you all have your way with her!” “Just looking at her face makes me want to vomit!” I couldn’t help but tremble and stepped back, bumping into the table. The wad of cash he had stuffed into my shirt fell out. Alexander’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously, once again looking like the young master from earlier. “Well, well, Olivia! So you really have hooked up with some rich guy. How shameless can you be?” “How did I end up with such a slut!” Seeing his expression, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. He raised his hand as if to slap me. I flinched and stumbled into the bedroom. He followed me in and saw the luggage I had packed all over the floor. He paused for a moment, then folded his arms and blocked the door, his mouth curving into a deep sneer, his eyes sinister. “Planning to elope with someone else, are you? Do you look down on me that much? Is it just because I don’t have money?” I wanted to explain. He slammed the door shut. Alexander also cut off the power to the room. He knew full well that I had claustrophobia.

The darkness rushed towards me like a tidal wave. I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air but still suffocating. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard voices outside. “Alex, baby, aren’t you worried that poor bitch will get jealous if you bring me here?” I could hear the sound of passionate kissing. Alexander’s voice was full of suppressed desire. “Don’t worry, she can’t make trouble. She can’t get out. She’s probably just wailing in there right now.” So he knew about my suffering. At that moment, I could almost see him lifting Scarlett’s lingerie, just like he had at the karaoke bar. His low whisper hit me like a hammer, making my brain reel. “Besides, don’t you think her screams make it more exciting?” My throat was already hoarse from begging. It felt like I had swallowed a huge block of ice in my chest. I could barely move my body. In my hazy consciousness, images from the past floated before me. I first met Alexander on a sweltering summer day. I was wearing a heavy mascot costume, handing out flyers, when a group of kids started chasing and hitting me with sticks. My body swayed, and I nearly fainted. “You can’t bully people like that!” It was Alexander who stopped them and chased them away. Then he handed me a bottle of ice-cold water, saving me from heat stroke. He sat down beside me and said gently, “I’ve handed out flyers in the heat before too. I know how tough it is.” Then he told me that he came from a similar background as me. My heart pounded like a drum, and the world seemed to go silent except for the sound of my racing heartbeat. After that day, we naturally got together. We rented a small studio apartment together and slept on a narrow twin bed. But he was good to me, bringing me gifts every day after work. When I burned myself while cooking, he would kiss my fingers with tears in his eyes. “Olivia, thank you. You don’t know how much I love you.” Due to family troubles, I developed a sleepwalking problem. He would thoughtfully put foam padding on the corners of tables and cabinets, afraid I might bump into them. I thought he cared about me, but that day at the karaoke bar, I clearly heard him tell others, “That bitch even sleepwalks. It’s disgusting how she wanders around in the middle of the night!” I fell into a deep sleep. My last impression was of Alexander’s contemptuous and arrogant face at the karaoke bar that day. That scene pierced my heart like a sharp sword. I woke up gasping for air, to find Alexander staring at me intently. His eyes were deep, his thoughts unreadable. Seeing me lower my head submissively, he said, “Done throwing a tantrum? That’s better. I’ll take you out for our anniversary.” He dragged me to an upscale restaurant. Alexander lied without blinking an eye, “I saved up for a whole year to bring you here.” I sneered inwardly. One meal here probably cost less than what young master Alexander spent on drinks in a single night. Alexander expertly pulled out a chair for me and prepared the cutlery. “I’ll spend time with you properly today, to celebrate us making up.” “From now on, I’ll accompany you here for every anniversary. It’ll be our special secret.” He whispered in my ear. My heart fluttered slightly at these sweet words. Seeing his sincere and doting gaze, I felt a bit dazed. Was he just too good at acting, or had he started to believe his own act? Maybe he did have some genuine feelings… Just then, Alexander’s phone started ringing. Scarlett’s coquettish laugh came through. “Alex, baby, I need you for something.” Alexander didn’t hesitate for a second. “I’ll be right there.” I watched Alexander impassively. “I have to go.” The person across from me left without a second thought, completely forgetting his promise to spend our anniversary with me. Watching his cold retreating figure, the last flicker of emotion in my heart was completely extinguished. I saw Lucas and greeted him. Just as I was about to leave, Scarlett walked in through the door. “Well, well, I was wondering why this restaurant smelled so bad. Turns out it’s the stench of poverty from someone here!” She had brought a group of her friends. Before my family went bankrupt, these people used to flock around me. I straightened my back and stood up, not wanting to cause trouble. I tried to leave through the side. “Excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” But Scarlett had her friends block my way. “What could you possibly have to do? Go seduce some rich man?” “Or have you already picked your target and can’t wait to strip naked and throw yourself into his bed? So eager… Olivia, how can you be such a slut?” “Is this really the daughter of the Reed family, one of the richest in the city? What would your parents think if they saw you like this?” Scarlett covered her mouth dramatically and raised her eyebrows. Her friends laughed along on cue. “Don’t go too far!” I glared at her angrily, suppressing my fury. My family had always helped her, but for some reason she kept targeting me and my family.

Hearing my angry rebuke, Scarlett laughed even more arrogantly. “I’m going too far? I can go even further…” Scarlett yanked the tablecloth off, sending all the dishes crashing to the floor. “You must be really short on cash right now,” she signaled with her eyes, and two people came over to grab me. “If you eat all the food off the floor, this money is yours.” She took out a wad of cash and patted my cheek with it. “I won’t!” I struggled as they twisted my arms and pushed my head down into the spilled soup on the floor. The pain in my arms felt like they were being torn apart. The jeering laughter of those people exploded in my ears like an evil curse. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, a voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Alexander stood in the doorway, frowning as he looked at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a hint of heartache in his eyes. I opened my mouth, wanting to speak. But Scarlett beat me to it, clenching her fists. “Alex, baby, your girlfriend was trying to seduce rich men. I was teaching her a lesson for you!” Alexander helped me up and handed me a napkin to wipe the soup off my face. I took a deep breath, looking at Scarlett’s coquettish smile. Anger surged within me. “Aren’t you the one seducing my boyfriend?” Whispers rippled through the crowd of onlookers in the restaurant. People had been speculating about my relationship with Scarlett. Scarlett’s face paled, and she threw herself into Alexander’s arms. “Alex, baby, why don’t we tell her the truth? She really thinks she’s your girlfriend…” She shot me a coy glance. But Alexander dodged her embrace and said in a low voice, “What truth?” I suddenly felt it all so pointless and turned to leave the restaurant. Alexander chased after me. “Scarlett means well. She’s just looking out for me. Who told you to smile at other rich men…” I was surprised. “So you knew?” Alexander nodded. “I went to find Scarlett and saw it on the security cameras.” “So you saw Scarlett ordering others to torment me? And you… you waited so long to come…” My lips curved into a bitter smirk. “You must have enjoyed seeing me in such a miserable state, right?” Alexander choked. “I…” I turned to leave, but Scarlett chased after us. “Olivia, to show how sorry I am, I’d like to invite you to a party. You won’t refuse, will you?” Looking at her malicious eyes, I felt like a cold snake was staring at me. I was about to refuse when Alexander answered for me, “She’ll be there.” I looked at Alexander in shock, my chest aching. My voice was already choked with tears. “Don’t you know how she humiliates me every time?” But Alexander was unmoved. “Scarlett means well. You must have done something to upset her.” “So you need to go and apologize…” Alexander forcibly dragged me to the party. The crowd was wildly dancing, champagne spraying everywhere. It was a celebration for a bunch of rich brats. When they saw me arrive, their eyes lit up with malicious glee. All eyes turned to Scarlett, as if waiting for something. Sure enough, Scarlett walked over with a thin piece of cloth in her hand. “Olivia, I heard you’re short on cash. If you put this on and do a striptease for us here, we’ll all give you some money.”

The crowd started jeering. I knocked the cloth out of her hand, my face rigid with shame and anger almost overwhelming me. But Scarlett leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I know it was you at the karaoke bar that day. Should I tell all your old friends to go take care of your ‘business’?” The color drained from my face, and a chill ran through my body. Before my family’s bankruptcy, they had treated me like a princess on a pedestal. Now, I’m sure they’d be more than willing to watch me fall and be humiliated. I instinctively wanted to escape. I looked around, seeking help. But Scarlett curved her lips into a smile. “Let’s play a game. If you can find someone willing to save you, we’ll let you off today.” My hands shook as I took out my phone, barely managing to dial Alexander’s number. Into the phone, I pleaded desperately, “Alexander, I know you’ve found out the truth about why you approached me, but I really never bullied Scarlett.” “For the sake of all I’ve given you these past three years, please save me! They want me to do a striptease… They’re really going to assault me!” I was on the verge of kneeling, looking completely broken. Those people watched me with amused expressions, as if enjoying a show. I touched my earlobe, making sure that object was still there. Thankfully, ever since the last humiliation, I had prepared something special for them, just in case. Before I could finish speaking, Alexander’s impatient voice came through, “Now that you know my identity, you’re trying to butter me up? Using our relationship to threaten me? I never had any real feelings for you!” “Just do whatever they tell you to do.” “I saw with my own eyes how badly Scarlett was hurt. Just as Scarlett said, you’re nothing but a liar! You owe Scarlett this much. She has a soft heart; if you apologize sincerely, she won’t make things difficult for you.” The blood vessels in my head throbbed, and I could barely make out what he said after that. Seeing Scarlett’s triumphant smile, I lowered my head. …No one was going to save me. Scarlett waved her hand and announced into a microphone, “Come on, strip her clothes off and let her give us a striptease show today!” “We’re all looking forward to the great Olivia Reed’s striptease performance!” I tried my best to dodge, but grabby hands came at me from all directions. Seeing that I wouldn’t comply, someone grabbed a fork and stabbed it into my hand. Blood sprayed everywhere. Someone else kicked me hard. I crawled on the ground, my mouth filled with the taste of blood. Suddenly, Scarlett came over and tried to rip open the buttons on my chest. I dodged to the side. I grabbed the microphone next to me and smashed it towards Scarlett’s head. A hush fell over the crowd. Following the crowd’s gaze, I saw Alexander standing in the doorway. He walked over to Scarlett with concern, checking her injuries. Her hand was only red from the impact. The blood on it was actually mine. “Alex, baby, I was just trying to help Olivia fix her clothes. Look what she did to me…” She pouted, looking wronged. Alexander looked at Scarlett’s hand covered in my blood, then glared at me angrily. “And here I was worried about you, coming to check on you.” “You really are the same as always, just betraying people’s trust.”

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I was kidnapped by abductors, while my husband spent a passionate night with his first love. In the end, I was brutally assaulted by the criminals and left to die in an unmarked grave. After death, my soul, weighed down by intense resentment, couldn’t ascend to heaven and remained stubbornly attached to my body. Only by finding the murderers could I quell my vengeful spirit. When I dragged my broken body home, my husband accused me of lying. On the seventh day after my death, my husband married his first love, while the video of my assault and dismemberment was leaked online. When the truth finally came to light, I felt a great burden lift from my shoulders as I slowly closed my eyes… “Sophia! I don’t care what you’re doing right now, I’m not coming to see you because I’m going to pick up Olivia!” Alexander’s voice came through the phone, crushing my last hope. As I heard this, my heart turned to ash, and my struggles against my captors gradually weakened. The criminals grinned lecherously, “So we can have our way with your wife then?” Alexander replied carelessly, “Do whatever you want!” “After all, she’s just a loose woman. Her chastity probably doesn’t mean much to her anyway!” With that, he hung up the phone. And I endured twelve hours of inhuman torture. The next day, I opened my eyes to see my own dismembered body. Last night, those men had brutally assaulted me before cutting me into pieces and dumping me in the wilderness. Am I dead… or not? Right now, only my soul was left wandering. So this is what people call the seven days after death when the body dies but the soul lingers. My body was wracked with searing pain, and there wasn’t an inch of unscathed skin left. The memories of last night’s horrors were still vivid. I still forced myself to stand up through the pain and started walking home. Back at the mansion, I knocked several times before someone came to the door. “Who are you?” Olivia appeared at the door with sleepy eyes, her legs barely hidden under Alexander’s shirt. “I’m…” I took a deep breath, “Alexander’s wife.” Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at me. Then she waved her hand in front of her face. “What’s that smell? It’s so foul!” But I couldn’t smell anything at all. Because I was already dead, my senses were slowly fading away. Seven days from now, I would completely disappear from this world. From last night until now, I had been dead for eight hours. My body was starting to emit an odor, and black spots were appearing on my arms. “Is it a beggar? Why don’t you just send her away?” Alexander came down from upstairs nonchalantly. Seeing me, he sneered. “See, I told you she was out having fun!” “What kidnapping? It was all a lie!” “She’s the best at lying, after all.” Hearing Alexander’s confident accusations, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He hated me. He always thought it was because of me that he couldn’t be with his childhood sweetheart Olivia. Three years ago, Alexander had sex with me while drunk, mistaking me for Olivia, and then we got married. From that day on, Alexander never trusted me again. And I was only kept by his side as a substitute for Olivia. “Remember what I told you before?” Alexander approached me with a look of disgust, “Now that Olivia is back, you can leave.” My chest tightened, but I still pleaded, “Give me seven days, please?” Seven days later, if Alexander still didn’t realize I was dead, I would automatically disappear. But if he could find my body, I might have a slim chance of coming back to life. “Fine, it works out perfectly. In seven days, I’m moving abroad with Olivia anyway.” “If you don’t want to leave during these days, you can stay and cook for us!” With that, he went upstairs hand in hand with Olivia. Turning back, he said, “After you’ve been out messing around, clean yourself up.” “You’re filthy!”

I came out after taking a shower and saw Olivia cuddling in Alexander’s arms watching TV. The two of them looked more like a married couple than Alexander and I ever did. “Finished showering?” Alexander pointed to the kitchen nearby, “Go make dinner for my Olivia!” “Olivia doesn’t like spicy food, she prefers sweets. Keep that in mind.” I didn’t move, my fingers clutching tightly at the hem of my shirt. “What are you doing? Go now!” Alexander suddenly got angry, his enraged expression not seeming like an act. Olivia tugged at Alexander’s arm and said softly, “It’s okay if she doesn’t want to cook. I’m hungry too.” Hearing this, Alexander looked even more contemptuous, “Doesn’t want to? I told her long ago she could leave if she wanted. Since she’s still here, she might as well make herself useful!” Hearing Alexander threatening to kick me out, I immediately turned to go to the kitchen to cook for them. Behind me, I heard Alexander joking with Olivia, “What a desperate woman! She can’t live without a man!” “See, I told you she’d do anything for me.” With my back to them, I cooked while crying silently. The pain in my heart made my shoulders tremble slightly. “If you feel wronged, we can always eat out!” Alexander stood behind me, frowning as he smelled the odor coming from my body. “Why do you still smell so bad even after showering?” I paused briefly while chopping vegetables. The truth was, my body was slowly decaying. I had already died yesterday. Although I could appear “alive” in front of Alexander like this, My body would gradually decompose over time. I only had seven days left. Seven days later, if I couldn’t find the murderers, I would vanish into thin air and truly die. “It’ll be ready soon.” I forced a smile, trying not to let Alexander notice anything amiss. “You chose to stay here yourself.” Alexander reminded me again, “Now that Olivia is back, you should know your place as a substitute.” I knew he was trying to force me to leave. “Alexander, we’re not divorced yet.” I looked past his shoulder at Olivia on the couch, trying to remind him not to go too far. But he raised his hand and slapped me across the face, “You slut! Who are you to meddle in my affairs!” “Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because Grandma likes you!” I took a deep breath and looked up at him. His eyes held nothing but disgust for me. “But Grandma will find out if you brazenly bring her back to the mansion like this.” Alexander’s pupils constricted rapidly, and his hand on my shoulder gradually tightened. He whispered in my ear, “That’s why if Grandma finds out, you’re finished.” Alexander reached out and gently stroked my hair, “Is this what you’ve been dreaming of me doing?” Before I could nod, he suddenly yanked my hair hard. “Ah!” I gasped in pain. “But too bad… you don’t deserve it!” “Why didn’t those kidnappers just kill you yesterday!”

His vicious curse made me catch my breath, my lips trembling as I spoke shakily. “I won’t tell Grandma.” Alexander forced me to admit it, then let go of me with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl!” With that, he stepped back and left with Olivia to eat out. I looked at the table full of food I had prepared, feeling like a clown. Alexander never intended to eat the meal I cooked. It was just to mock me. He once told me, “A substitute is just a substitute. Sophia, you’ll never be worth even Olivia’s little finger.” In the end, I threw all the food I had made into the garbage. Since I was already dead, I couldn’t eat anything anyway. Even drinking water made me vomit. Gradually, I felt my whole body growing weaker. In the evening, I received a call from Alexander’s grandmother. On the phone, Grandma Rose sounded reproachful. “My dear, I haven’t seen you in so long. Why haven’t you come to visit me?” Last night, when those beasts were taking turns assaulting me, I didn’t shed a single tear. When I saw my own dismembered body dumped in the wilderness, I wasn’t afraid. But now, Grandma Rose’s words of concern brought tears streaming down my face. “Grandma…” I choked up, “I might not be able to come back for a while. My school has an assignment abroad, so I’ve been busy lately. When I have time, I’ll definitely… come see you!” Perhaps my tone sounded too pitiful, because Grandma Rose sensed something was wrong. “Is Alexander bullying you?” Remembering Alexander’s menacing look when he warned me this morning, I quickly denied it. “No, no, I’ve just been too busy lately.” I chatted briefly with Grandma Rose before hanging up. Late that night, Alexander hurried back home. He took Olivia and went straight to the bedroom. As I passed by their door, I heard passionate sounds coming from inside. I couldn’t help but pause. Through the half-open door, I saw two entwined bodies. Olivia was straddling Alexander, her head turned to look at me with blatant triumph in her eyes. I quietly closed the door for them. In the dead of night, violent knocking on my door startled me awake. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled alcohol. Alexander’s eyes were bloodshot. “You…” He pushed me roughly onto the bed. “You still went and tattled, didn’t you?” I shook my head, but it was too late. Alexander flipped me over. “Turn your head away, I don’t want to see your face!” I buried my face in the pillow. The pain of Alexander’s forceful entry made me dizzy several times. “Isn’t this what you wanted me to do to you?” Alexander’s tone held no warmth, only cruelty. “But you don’t deserve it!” He tormented me all night before finally seeming satisfied. He looked at me and said, “After all these years, you’re still like a dead fish. How could anyone be interested!” “Compared to Olivia, you’re not even close!” I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the room spun around me. Blood rushed to my head and tears that I could no longer hold back spilled from my eyes. But when Alexander saw me, he only thought I was pretending. Only six days left now. I had hoped to use these six days to say a final, dignified goodbye to Alexander. But now, it seemed there was no need for that anymore. “Alexander… let’s get divorced!”

“Gladly!” Alexander’s tone was full of excitement. “I couldn’t ask for anything better!” “How else could I marry Olivia if I don’t divorce you?” Mustering the last of my strength, I propped myself up on my elbow to sit up. Looking at Alexander, I asked a question I had always wanted to ask, “Alexander, did you ever love me?” Alexander jumped off the bed, about to leave. Hearing my question, he laughed. I laughed too. Because we both knew the answer to that question. “I hate you.” “If it weren’t for you, Olivia and I might have been together long ago. We would have studied art together, fulfilled her childhood dreams. It’s all because of you!” After Alexander left, I slowly closed my eyes. Everything he had just said – those were my wishes, the future I had once shared with Alexander. But he had forgotten it all. I was an orphan, raised in an orphanage from a young age. When I was nine, Grandma Rose took me in as her adopted granddaughter. “I felt a connection with this girl at first sight. I brought her home to grow up with Alexander so they’d have each other for company.” And so I came to live with the Jiang family. But to my surprise, when Grandma Rose introduced me to Alexander, all that awaited me was coldness. Before I was adopted by the Jiang family, I was never popular at the orphanage. Back then, I was small and skinny, completely unremarkable. Every summer, Grandma Rose would bring Alexander to spend the holidays at the orphanage. At that time, I was so afraid of crowds that I always hid in the attic of the orphanage. But each time, I would secretly peek at Alexander playing with the other girls. Among these girls, the most popular was Olivia. Becoming like Olivia was my dream throughout my entire childhood. Like me, Olivia was also an orphan. Unlike us, she always received preferential treatment. Because she was pretty and had blossomed into a lovely young lady at an early age. Every time Alexander came to visit, the orphanage director would dress Olivia in beautiful dresses. The director and teachers’ intentions were obvious – they wanted her to be adopted by the Jiang family. I secretly liked Alexander, but no one knew. I would trace his features over and over on paper. Many times, I wanted to go downstairs to play with him. But I was just too unremarkable. So much so that I never spoke to Alexander during my time at the orphanage. Everyone at the orphanage crowded around Alexander and Olivia. Everyone thought Grandma Rose would take Olivia home. But an accident happened… The summer I was eight years old, Alexander accidentally fell into the pond and nearly drowned. As usual, I was reading on the second floor of the orphanage when I heard cries for help. I looked out the window. Alexander’s body was bobbing up and down in the water, while Olivia was too scared to speak. I dropped my book and ran over, picking up a stick on the ground to reach out to Alexander. After Alexander got to shore, he fainted and lay there like he was dead. I was so scared I stood frozen, unable to speak. The children who came running when they heard the cries pointed at me and shouted, “Sophia! You pushed Alexander into the pond!” In the crowd, I saw Olivia. She stared with wide eyes but said nothing. “Sophia! Did you push Alexander in?” The orphanage teacher roughly shoved me to the side. “I… didn’t.” Usually too timid to speak up, I couldn’t help but defend myself in that moment. But Olivia stepped forward and pointed at me, “It was Sophia, I saw her!”

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In the fifth year of our marriage, I did something stupid. I sent Xavier Sullivan’s most beloved little bird out of the country, hoping he would have a change of heart. But when he found out, he said nothing. Instead, in an instant, he bankrupted my family, forced my father to kneel, and turned my mother’s hair white overnight. Now he stands before me, his face dark with anger, ready to lay hands on me. “Aria, I blame myself for being too good to you, letting you lose your sense of boundaries,” Xavier says coldly. “Now it’s your turn to taste a fate worse than death.” After Xavier utters these words, I finally look up at him. Four years of dating, five years of marriage. We’ve spent the best years of our youth together. I never imagined we’d end up like this. My hand unconsciously touches my belly. I’m almost three months pregnant. But Xavier seems not to notice, only darkly questioning: “I’ll give you one last chance. Where did she go?” I want to laugh coldly. But my one moment of willfulness has already cost my entire family their livelihood. “Let my parents go, and I’ll tell you,” I say. Xavier nods. He walks over slowly and, catching me off guard, grabs my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “Aria, don’t push your luck,” he growls. “Finding out where Mia is is just a matter of time for me. What right do you have to bargain?” The intense feeling of suffocation makes me gag reflexively, my face turning red, blood vessels bulging. I grit my teeth, sudden fear and despair making my skin crawl, but I still manage to shout with all my might: “So you can make my father kneel to you?!” “That’s my dad!” Xavier just stares at me expressionlessly, his grip inhumanly strong. I stare back into his eyes, tears forced out. Dark and crazed. I have no doubt he would strangle me to death over another woman. Just as I’m about to suffocate, Xavier releases his hand. I gasp violently, my body shaking uncontrollably from the aftershock, curled up on the sofa. In almost an instant, memories of the past flash through my mind. I suddenly can’t control myself and start sobbing loudly. For the past we can’t return to, for this hopeless marriage. And for how pitiful I’ve become. Xavier just stands in front of me, unmoved. He doesn’t even give me time to catch my breath before grabbing my chin again, his tone icy: “I’ll ask you one last time. Where did you send my Mia?”

Xavier left. He got the information he wanted from me and rushed out of the room without stopping. I clearly saw the joy of relief on his face in that instant. My husband has already gone mad for another woman. I wipe away my tears and immediately contact my parents, preparing to move out overnight. I thought my father would scold me, but he just comforts me, his aging voice choked with sobs: “Our little Aria has suffered. Dad doesn’t blame you. Let’s just leave.” After hanging up the phone, guilt and despair overwhelm me. Xavier and I fell in love in college and got married right after graduation. The Sullivan family is wealthy and powerful. For my father, marrying into the Sullivan family was something he never dared to dream of before. He had his concerns, worried I might be bullied. My family has no status, no one to stand up for me. Back then, I confidently told my father that Xavier loved me so much, he would never let me suffer. He would prepare gifts for me on every holiday, generously introduce me to all kinds of friends. When we were apart, he would say he missed me countless times every day, get jealous if others looked at me too long, his eyes turning red with anger. He once said: “Aria, you know, everyone in the Sullivan family is a twisted monster. Only you have taught me what love is.” Xavier was insecure, always needing reassurance of my love over and over. I could only hold him tenderly, again and again, until he fell asleep quietly in my arms. I thought we would be like this until we grew old together, so when his affection dropped off a cliff, I panicked immediately. Mia Parker was a fresh college graduate. The first time I heard her name was from Xavier’s secretary. The secretary said, “Young girls these days have no creativity. The whole ‘throw coffee on the boss’ routine is so outdated.” I listened to it as a joke and didn’t pay much attention. But not long after, Mia became Xavier’s personal assistant, breaking all precedent. He would take Mia horseback riding. When Mia couldn’t ride, Xavier would hold her in front of him, the two of them slowly trotting on one horse. Mia didn’t understand the social graces of the business world. Xavier patiently guided her, even personally teaching her how to brew tea. Some tactless business partners made jokes about Mia. Xavier, usually calm and composed, immediately sent that person to the hospital with a beating. Xavier didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it. His fondness for Mia was known to all. By the time the news reached my ears, the two were already holding hands at various banquets, kissing amid others’ teasing remarks. Looking at the photos others sent me, I got angry at Xavier for the first time. Xavier just sat in his executive chair, silently watching me. His eyes seemed to say I was making a fuss over nothing. “Aria, you’re almost thirty. Why fight with a young girl?” “When you were in your early twenties, I doted on you the same way, didn’t I?” At that moment, I felt like I’d fallen into an icy abyss. I finally understood. Xavier’s love was very singular. He only loved young women, and I had passed that stage. I originally wanted to just get a divorce, but then I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to make one last effort for my child and family, so I had my father find some people to send Mia abroad. The result was predictable. Nine years of love, and I turned out to be nothing to Xavier. I lost everything.

My father asked for three days to prepare. Since we had already offended the Sullivan family, we no longer had a place in this country. I took this opportunity to schedule an abortion for that day. Since the love was gone, there was really no need to keep Xavier’s child. There would be plenty of young girls to bear children for him anyway. But the doctor said my gestational sac was too large and could only be handled through induced labor, which required hospitalization. But I could only stay in this city for three days, so I had no choice but to postpone this matter. On the way back, I consulted a lawyer about divorce. When they heard it was Xavier Sullivan’s case, they all backed out. “Mrs. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan’s company has a professional legal team. I’m afraid we’re not qualified to intervene in this matter.” I understood and didn’t push them. After marrying Xavier, I became a full-time housewife. He said he didn’t want me in the public eye, and I foolishly listened for five years. Now all my social connections have gone through Xavier’s hands. I can’t even find anyone to help me. It doesn’t matter. Once he brings Mia back, the divorce should be easy. I roughly sorted through the things at home. I didn’t take any valuables, just some seasonal clothes and identification documents. Pregnancy always made me tired. By evening, I had fallen asleep on the sofa while packing. Until the next day, when the door to my house was opened from the outside. I sat up in fright. To my surprise, Xavier had returned. And he was holding hands with a young girl – Mia. She looked especially fresh-faced. Photos probably only captured half of her beauty. Mia was carrying several luxury brand shopping bags, and the diamonds on her high heels nearly blinded me. It seems he had already placated her. My heart sank. I really didn’t expect Xavier to come back so quickly. I couldn’t help but put my hand on my neck. The feeling of suffocation seemed to return, and I was actually a little afraid of Xavier. I swallowed hard, unable to resist standing up from the sofa. Xavier brought Mia in front of me. In front of me, he smiled and tidied Mia’s hair, then turned to look at me with a bland expression. “Aria, apologize to Mia.”

I could hardly believe my ears. Even if we had torn our relationship apart, he had ruined my family’s livelihood, and even tried to strangle me yesterday. I thought those things were already inhumanly cruel. Now he wants me to apologize to his mistress? Seeing me stunned, Xavier simply grabbed my chin, turning my face towards Mia. “Didn’t you hear? I told you to apologize to Mia.” Xavier is a businessman. He knows too well how to shatter a person’s heart. Even if the person in front of him is his wife of many years. Since entering the house, Mia hadn’t looked at me directly. She lowered her eyes, slightly pursing her lips. Without saying a word, she put on an act of having suffered greatly, inviting sympathy. “Mr. Sullivan, there’s no need for this,” Mia said softly. “My position is already improper. It’s natural for this lady to dislike me.” That’s what she said, but I clearly saw Mia roll her eyes up slightly, glaring at me. Seeing that I remained silent, Mia tugged at Xavier’s sleeve again. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m a bit tired. I want to rest for a while.” Xavier kissed Mia’s cheek, his tone gentle: “Alright, go rest in the bedroom first.” Mia’s big eyes glanced at me, her tone doubtful: “This is your home. Where should I go to rest?” Xavier generously led her to our bedroom, his intentions clear. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. I bit my teeth hard to keep myself from going crazy and cursing loudly. I tried my best to calm my breathing. Watching Xavier escort her properly into the room, I finally spoke hoarsely to his back: “Xavier Sullivan, let’s get a divorce.” “You’ve trampled my dignity like garbage. You’ve destroyed my parents’ life’s work in an instant.” I stared at him with reddened eyes, forcing myself to stay calm: “It’s all my fault. My fault for being blind back then.” Hearing this, Xavier actually raised an eyebrow slightly. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets, that handsome face close to my eyes. His expression was malicious. There was even a meaningful look I couldn’t understand. “Who said I want to divorce you?” “As long as you behave and don’t do anything out of line, you’re still my wife, the wealthy Mrs. Sullivan.” I stared at him in disbelief: “What do you take me for?” Unexpectedly, Xavier stood up and waved his hand dismissively: “Don’t pull this act. Wasn’t it the Sullivan family status you were after when you dated and married me in the first place?” “Aria, you know very well how much your father’s career advanced after you married me. Now you’re pulling this divorce stunt?” I stood there dumbfounded, my mind blank. But Xavier didn’t give me any further explanation. He loosened his tie and returned to the master bedroom where Mia was. Perhaps I had experienced too many shocks lately. Upon learning that Xavier viewed my feelings for him this way, besides shock, I also felt a bit ridiculous. At this moment, Mia poked her head out of the master bedroom again. She had changed into a bathrobe, her hair loose, her cheeks flushed. “Sister, I’m a bit hungry. Mr. Sullivan said your cooking is delicious,” Mia said with a bright smile. “You’ve been a housewife for so many years, you must have lots of specialties. Could you please go buy some groceries and come back later?” As soon as Mia finished speaking, she was pulled back inside, the door slamming shut. I said nothing, just took off my wedding ring and threw it in the trash. Taking one last look at this house full of irony, I realized letting go could be this easy. Before I could hear any nauseating sounds, I turned and left. There’s no need to rack your brains to drive me away. I won’t stay a moment longer in this rotten place.

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In the eighth year of our love, Lucas Bennett sold me to Mr. Thompson, the richest man in the city, for a million dollars. Unaware of this transaction, I initiated a breakup after being mistreated. Lucas went home heartbroken, got married, and had a child, while I was blackmailed with a video and became Mr. Thompson’s mistress. On the day when Mr. Thompson’s wife brought people to beat me up for being “the other woman,” Lucas got married. When I was forced by Mr. Thompson’s wife to have an abortion, Lucas’s child was having their one-month birthday celebration. Until that day, when I took my feverish son to the hospital and ran into their family of three. As I was hesitating whether to avoid them, I accidentally overheard their conversation. “Why don’t you go and trick that fool Emma Wilson again?” “You managed to sell her for a million back then. Now that she has money, you can definitely scam her for even more.” After my son’s fever broke and his little face regained its normal color, I breathed a sigh of relief. While he slept, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom and wash my face. However, as I came out of the bathroom, I unexpectedly ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a long time – my ex-boyfriend, Lucas Bennett. He was sitting in the hallway with a woman, both looking worried. I greedily took in his handsome features, not wanting to miss a single detail. At twenty-eight, Lucas had shed his youthful awkwardness, appearing thinner and more haggard than before. As I was debating whether to go over and say hello, I suddenly heard my name from their lips. The woman was in Lucas’s arms, her eyes rimmed with red. “Honey, the million dollars you got from selling Emma is all gone, and we still need tens of thousands for our little one’s treatment.” “Why don’t you go and trick that fool Emma Wilson again?” “You managed to sell her for a million back then. Now that she has money, you can definitely scam her for even more.” I instantly realized who this woman was – Olivia Parker, the wife Lucas had married back in his hometown. I had heard about her from a friend. When Lucas got married, I even sent a wedding gift of $52,000 through that friend. My feelings towards Olivia were extremely complicated, both envious and jealous that she could marry Lucas. At this moment, however, I seemed to understand the truth about why Mr. Thompson had appeared in my hotel room that night years ago. I had always thought I was drunk and forgot to lock the door, allowing Mr. Thompson to barge in. I never suspected Lucas. He loved me, and I loved him. We had been in love for eight years and were almost at the altar. If only that incident hadn’t happened… Lucas listened to Olivia’s words, hanging his head low for a long time without speaking. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he still had feelings for me. However, in the next second, his voice rang out. “I’ve already figured out how to get money from her.” “That stupid woman must still like me. Little Nine told me she still often asks about me.” “As long as I actively return to her side, she’ll definitely be devoted to me. We might even be able to make a big profit from her.” Lucas and Olivia whispered about his plan. Their words were full of confidence in getting me and contempt. I stood around the corner, listening coldly to their vicious plan, my heart growing colder. Sure enough, people who could sleep in the same bed were no good. Let’s see how you plan to trick me.

I thought it would take a few days for them to implement their plan, but I didn’t expect Lucas to contact me the very next day. “Emma, long time no see. How have you been?” He’s in such a hurry to find me, looks like he really needs money. At that moment, I was crying my eyes out while binge-watching a TV series. In the show, the lead couple separated due to various misunderstandings. Hearing Lucas’s voice, I momentarily confused our situation with theirs. After a moment of silence, I finally controlled my emotions and answered. “Not so good. How about you?” My voice was a bit muffled from crying, with a particularly noticeable nasal tone. Lucas didn’t need to listen carefully to notice something was off about my voice. He probably mistakenly thought I was deeply moved by him, pretending to be upset and asking to get back together. “I’m not doing well either. I miss you, and I don’t have much time left. In my final days, I just want to indulge myself and be with the person I like.” “Will you… accept me again?” I thought about how a long-lost love should react when asking to get back together, based on TV dramas I’d seen. Sniffling, I spoke with an obvious crying tone, my voice uncontrollably happy. “Of course I will. I’ve never forgotten you all these years. Are you finally coming back to me?” Hearing my answer, Lucas secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Pretending to be happy, he said he wanted to come see me. I pretended to cry tears of joy as I sent him my address, acting like a foolish woman blinded by love. Lucas soon appeared at my doorstep, looking much paler than yesterday. He probably stayed up all night to look sick on purpose before coming to see me. I inwardly snorted coldly, not exposing his little trick. Over the years, I had learned many things by using my position as Mr. Thompson’s mistress, with reading people being the most basic skill. Later, I used having a son as a condition to exchange for a company and enough money to live extravagantly for the rest of my life. Fortunately, Mr. Thompson was killed in bed by another woman, and before he died, he left a will giving all his assets to our son. In any case, I’m now a wealthy woman and no longer need to be threatened by others. On the surface, I still pretended to cry tears of joy as I welcomed Lucas in, showing concern for his health. “Why don’t we go to the hospital for another check-up? I have so much money now, I’m sure I can find doctors to cure you.” Lucas, who was secretly observing his surroundings while sitting on the couch, froze for a moment before sighing weakly. “I’ve been checked many times, and they all say I only have six months left. I don’t want to waste time in hospitals anymore. I just want to be with you.” As he spoke, Lucas looked at me with deep affection, as if he couldn’t live without me. I tugged at the corners of my mouth, pretending to blush and lower my head, when in reality, I just couldn’t stand watching his terrible acting anymore. No longer suspicious, I treated him like a treasured possession that had been lost and found, taking him to experience the life of the wealthy. I wanted to see if he would still be willing to live an ordinary life with his wife after experiencing a luxurious lifestyle. With this thought in mind, I smiled even more deeply at Lucas as he tried on clothes.

Perhaps believing that I truly loved him, Lucas started making suggestions. “Why don’t we hire a housekeeper? I don’t want you to be so tired taking care of me every day. It would break my heart.” I shook my head, smiling brightly. “How could taking care of you be tiring? I feel so happy cooking for you myself every day.” I had given the original housekeeper paid leave, and my son had been sent to stay with my parents. The purpose was to make it easier for me to act and watch the show unfold. The loving breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all pre-made meals I bought cheaply. It only took the effort of boiling water and heating them up, not tiring at all. At his insistence, I still pretended to have an “I can’t say no to you” attitude and agreed to his suggestion. The next day, Olivia appeared before me in disguise, looking like an honest and simple country woman. Both husband and wife came to serve me, which was quite nice. I lay in Lucas’s arms, deliberately expressing disgust at her appearance. “How can this housekeeper look like this? She’s so ugly I’m about to vomit. Let’s change to another one.” Olivia’s face twisted for a moment, almost speaking out but forcibly holding back her emotions to show me a fawning smile. Lucas, worried she might slip up, quickly sent her off to do housework. “She’s a relative from my hometown, raising a sick child on her own. It’s quite pitiful.” “But she’s very diligent and efficient at work.” I stared at Olivia mopping the floor with half-belief, reluctantly accepting her. “Housekeeper, go wash some grapes for me. Wash them one by one, and make sure they’re clean.” Olivia had no choice but to put down the mop and turn to wash the grapes. I reminded her again, “Remember to wash your hands clean before washing the grapes. I can see your hands aren’t very clean.” Olivia’s hand, which was about to wash the grapes, froze for a moment. She still obediently washed her hands several times before washing the grapes. After bringing the grapes over, I lazily stayed in Lucas’s arms, asking him to feed me. Olivia, who was cleaning nearby, saw this scene and her face darkened. She accidentally broke a vase. I immediately scolded her in dissatisfaction. “This vase costs tens of thousands of dollars. Can you afford to pay for it?” Olivia stared at me in disbelief, pointing at the broken vase. “This vase is worth fifty dollars at most. I’ve never seen a vase that costs tens of thousands!” The vase was indeed one I bought for a few dozen dollars while shopping, but if I said it was worth tens of thousands, then it was worth tens of thousands. Of course, I wouldn’t expose myself, so I continued to give her a hard time. “You reek of poverty. Just because you’ve never seen a vase worth tens of thousands doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” “You’re clumsy at work too. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re Lucas’s relative, I would have fired you long ago.” I criticized every aspect of her from head to toe. Olivia’s face alternated between red and white, trembling with anger. It was Lucas who finally stopped me by feeding me grapes, and I reluctantly stopped. “Sister Li probably didn’t mean to. Emma, you’re so rich now, don’t bother with her. Let’s eat grapes.” Not bothering was impossible. After all, you both came for my money, and my money didn’t fall from the sky. I still maintained an arrogant attitude, ordering her to kneel and clean the floor with a towel. While cleaning up the broken pieces, Olivia accidentally cut her hand, and blood started flowing. She instinctively called out to Lucas in distress, “Honey, my hand hurts so much…” Lucas, who was holding me, couldn’t sit still anymore. He abruptly let go of me and rushed to Olivia, holding her hand with concern.

I couldn’t help but frown and let out a cold laugh. “Who are you calling ‘honey’ so shamelessly? Lucas, why are you so worried?” Lucas suddenly remembered I was still beside him and reflexively let go of her hand. After realizing what happened, he looked at me with an expression that said, “How can you still be like this?” “Sister Li is my relative, I’m just showing concern. How can you be jealous? You’re such a little jealous cat.” As if afraid I might misunderstand, he comfortingly kissed my face and urged Olivia to continue cleaning. Olivia glared at me resentfully, her eyes rimmed with red as she cleaned up the broken pieces and knelt to mop the floor. To divert my attention and prevent me from continuing to give Olivia a hard time, Lucas became exceptionally attentive to me. He poured tea, cut fruit, and even gave me a massage. I enjoyed his attentiveness and kindly didn’t speak up again. I could give her a hard time later anyway, since it would take time for her to finish cleaning. When Olivia finally stood up tiredly, I lazily asked her to cook pork intestines for me. “I don’t trust the pork intestines from outside. You need to clean them thoroughly before cooking.” I had just had some unprocessed pork intestines delivered, which were absolutely stinky. Olivia looked to Lucas for help. Lucas turned away reluctantly but didn’t speak up to plead for her. I watched their interaction coldly, mockingly. Relying on a man is useless, especially this kind of unreliable man. Rather than asking him for help, she might as well bow her head and beg me. So, Olivia could only clean the pork intestines in the kitchen, retching as she worked. When the pork intestines were served, I took one look and threw them in the trash. At this point, Olivia couldn’t hold back anymore. She pointed at my nose and scolded angrily. “How can you be like this? I worked so hard to cook that!” Lucas couldn’t help but speak up for her. “Emma, you weren’t like this before. How can you waste food?” “Quickly pick it up from the trash. Don’t be wasteful.” I glanced at the pork intestines mixed with various kitchen waste in the trash can, too disgusting to have any appetite. Looking at the two people united against me, I dropped a bombshell—

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On the day my ex-husband, the renowned perfumer Leo, announced his engagement, we crossed paths again at an upscale nightclub. Five years had passed. He had become a millionaire, while I, driven by financial desperation, had taken a job as a companion at the club. To humiliate me, his fiancée offered $20,000 if I would compete with a dog for food. Leo watched me bend over, his lips curling in disdain. “So, this is the ‘better future’ you spoke of? Becoming a nightclub companion for others’ amusement?” “Amber, thank you for the favor of abandoning me. Looking at you now makes me sick to my stomach.” What he didn’t know was that I was in the final stages of kidney failure. Five years ago, when he was on the brink of death, I had given him my kidney. Now, swallowing my pride and enduring humiliation, I was only trying to secure a decent final resting place for myself. As I woke up, I stared at the blood-stained sheets, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. While I was clumsily trying to clean the bloodstains, my phone vibrated. It was a message from the funeral home manager: “Ms. Amber, the plot you’ve chosen is almost ready. We just need the final $20,000 payment to process the paperwork. If you’re sure about it, please make the payment soon.” This plot was the final resting place I had chosen for myself. After replying, I changed into my uniform for the high-end club where I worked and prepared to leave for my shift. A few days ago, I had been hired as a companion at this upscale establishment. Although the job wasn’t respectable, I had no choice if I wanted to save up $20,000 quickly. Little did I know that as soon as I walked into the club’s lobby, I would hear a familiar voice. I looked up to see Leo and his fiancée, Bianca, standing not far away. My heart clenched, and I instinctively wanted to avoid them. But Bianca deliberately called out loudly: “Isn’t that Amber? So you work here now? What’s your number tag? Let me see.” I lowered my head, not wanting them to see the expression on my face. Bianca, however, was relentless. She grabbed my arm and read out my number tag loudly: “250! Haha, what a fitting number.” Leo’s face grew increasingly grim. “Amber, how did you end up like this?” I gritted my teeth, not wanting to appear weak in front of them. But Bianca didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath: “Amber, I heard the income for companions here is pretty good. With your looks, you must make at least $5,000 a day, right?” The onlookers burst into laughter, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. But I knew I couldn’t cause a scene here. “Bianca, what do you want?” I asked. She smiled slightly. “Nothing much, just want to give you an opportunity.” She then pulled out a check from her pocket and waved it in the air. “$20,000. If you’re willing to perform a little act with my pet dog, this $20,000 is yours.” My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of humiliation washed over me. But looking at that check, I felt conflicted. Leo, standing nearby, had contempt in his eyes. “Amber, are you really willing to give up your dignity for money?” With a pang in my heart, I turned to Bianca. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Leo looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment and disgust. “Amber, you still make me sick, just like before.” He turned and left. Bianca dragged me to a private room and placed a dog bowl in front of me. She then mockingly smiled, “Come on, eat up. Don’t disappoint me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the food in the bowl. Suddenly, Bianca grabbed my hair and shoved my face into the dog bowl. My face pressed against the bowl, humiliation and anger nearly made me lose my mind. “Haha, Amber, you’re such a waste of space,” Bianca laughed out loud and released her grip. After a while, I finally raised my head. Wiping the food residue off my face, I felt utterly hopeless. “What’s with that look? Not happy about it? Want me to say sorry?” Bianca exchanged glances with her friends, their faces filled with undisguised mockery. Leo sat there with a dark expression, silently drinking. Seeing this, Bianca’s eyes flashed with jealousy, and she stood up, ready to humiliate me again. But this time, Leo stopped her. He grabbed my arm and coldly left the room.

A loud noise came from behind, and I knew it was Bianca venting her frustration. When we reached the end of the hallway, I quickly shook off Leo’s hand. He let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt. “So this is the bright future you talked about?” “Amber, you abandoned me when I was on the brink of death, all for this job as a companion. You really had foresight, didn’t you?” Five years ago, Leo had fallen seriously ill, with both his kidneys infected by a virus. Without telling him, I had myself tested for compatibility and, surprisingly, I was a match. Without hesitation, I chose to donate my kidney. But I had a severe rejection reaction, losing ten pounds in just three days. The doctor said I wouldn’t last a year. To prevent Leo from experiencing the same pain as me in the future, I staged a scenario to trick him into divorcing me. But unexpectedly, I’ve managed to hold on for over five years. After I broke Leo’s heart, he met a benefactor who helped him become a top perfumer. He also established himself in the entertainment industry and fell in love with the famous star, Bianca. They had just announced their engagement yesterday. Snapping back to reality, I gave Leo a bright smile. “You’re right, the money comes fast. It suits a gold digger like me.” “Leo, congratulations on your engagement to Bianca. I wish you a happy marriage.” As soon as I finished speaking, Leo raised his hand and slapped me. His eyes reddened, and the air around him grew heavy. “This is for the me who once dreamed of growing old with you. Amber, get lost. I never want to see you again.” I suppressed the urge to cough and used all my strength to stand up, but the medical report in my pocket accidentally fell out. Leo picked it up first. After reading it, his brows furrowed. The next second, he slapped me again. “You knew I was coming today, so you deliberately prepared a fake medical report, didn’t you?” “Amber, you’re wrong. Even if you died in front of me, I wouldn’t shed a single tear for someone like you.” Hearing Leo’s words, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles, making it almost impossible to breathe. But I still managed to nod, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying. “It’s good that you think that way.” With that, I turned to leave. But before I could take a few steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed to the ground. In the last moment of consciousness, I vaguely felt that leaving like this wouldn’t be so bad. At least I wouldn’t have to see Leo’s eyes full of disgust anymore.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, feeling a wave of panic. If Leo were to find out about my condition, all my previous efforts would have been in vain. I tried to get up, but my body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Just then, I saw Leo come and sit down in the chair next to the bed, looking at me with a complex expression. The disgust and contempt were gone from his eyes, replaced by an indescribable complexity. “You’re awake,” Leo’s voice was soft, with a hint of barely noticeable concern. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and managed a smile. “Yes, I’m awake.” Leo frowned slightly. “Why did you suddenly faint? The doctor said you have severe hypertension.” My heart tightened, but I quickly calmed down. “Oh, I might be too tired lately, not getting enough rest.” Leo clearly didn’t believe me. He stared at me, his eyes filled with inquiry. “Amber, what are you hiding?” “Was that medical report really fake?” I panicked a bit but tried to stay calm as I explained, “Of course it was fake. What, don’t tell me you’re having old feelings for me and want to get back together?” Just then, Leo’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing slightly, but he still answered the call. Bianca’s voice came from the other end of the line, with a hint of crying. “Leo, where are you? Are you still choosing her?” Leo looked at me, a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly soothed her in a gentle voice, “No, don’t overthink it. I just came to check on her, after all, she was once my wife.” Bianca on the other end clearly didn’t believe him, her voice becoming more agitated. “Leo, don’t lie to me. Just tell me, do you still love her?” Leo was silent for a moment, then said, “Bianca, I love you. Only you. Don’t overthink it, I’ll be back soon.” I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to hear him profess his love to Bianca. After Leo hung up the phone, he still didn’t leave. We stared at each other for a long time, neither of us speaking. After a while, I was the first to look away. “What do you mean by this? Didn’t you say you were leaving? Why are you still sitting here?” “Amber, have you regretted it in these five years?” Leo stared at me calmly. “We were together for seven years. If it wasn’t for that illness, I never would have believed that you would be the type to abandon me at the critical moment of life and death.” Back then, I had given my heart and soul to Leo, so after our abrupt divorce, he fell into severe depression for a time. At this moment, my nails dug deep into my flesh, and only the intense pain allowed my nervous emotions to calm down. “I won’t regret it, Leo. When love is gone, it’s gone. Why are you so insistent on asking me for an answer?” He slapped me, Then turned his back, tilting his head to wipe away his tears.

My heart ached terribly, but I could only watch Leo. Five minutes later, Leo regained his usual calm demeanor. As he was leaving, he said softly: “If that’s the case, then rest well. Consider it my charity. I’ve already paid the hospital bills, so I’ll be going now.” I opened my eyes and managed a smile. “Thanks for your charity. You should hurry back, don’t keep Bianca waiting.” Leo looked at me, a flash of complexity in his eyes, but he ultimately turned and left. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated, followed by a bank notification sound. I picked up my phone and looked at the numbers on the screen, a cold smile forming in my heart. It was the $20,000. Bianca had indeed kept her promise. Immediately after, a friend request popped up. After accepting it, Bianca immediately sent several photos – intimate pictures of her and Leo. In the photos, Leo was smiling brightly, his eyes full of happiness. Looking at these photos, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Then Bianca’s message came through: “I know what you’re thinking. Now that you see Leo’s successful, you want to come back and leech off him, right? Have you no shame?” I stared at the screen, my hands trembling slightly, feeling a mix of emotions. I wanted to refute her, to say that I never intended to disturb Leo’s life. But I also knew that it all meant nothing now. Then I took a deep breath and, in a self-destructive manner, saved each of these photos. Tears blurred my vision without me realizing it, and I tried hard not to let them fall. Perhaps due to the shock, a sudden, intense pain gripped my stomach. I curled up on the bed, clutching my stomach, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. Then, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed from my mouth, once again staining the sheets red. A nurse, hearing the commotion, quickly ran over. Seeing me vomiting blood, her face changed, and she hurriedly supported me. “Ms. Amber, what’s wrong? Hang in there, I’ll call the doctor right away.” “Wasn’t it just hypertension? Why are you vomiting blood now…” Worried she might tell Leo, I quickly waved my hand and said weakly, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” The nurse clearly didn’t believe me and said anxiously, “How can you be fine when you’re vomiting blood? I’m going to call the doctor.” I grabbed her hand and shook my head. “Really, there’s no need. I know my own body.” Hearing this, the nurse didn’t insist further, but looked at me with concern in her eyes. “At least let me help you clean up.” I nodded, allowing her to wipe the blood from the corners of my mouth. After she finished, I took out my phone and sent a message to the funeral home manager: “I’ve made the final payment. Let’s do the handover in a week.” After sending the message, I felt another wave of dizziness, my vision went black, and I passed out again. As I lay on the hospital bed, my consciousness gradually fading, I faintly heard the nurse’s anxious voice. She seemed to be on the phone with someone, her tone full of worry. “Mr. Leo? This is City Central Hospital. I’m the nurse in charge of Ms. Amber. Her condition is very bad right now. Can you come over?” My heart tightened. That nurse had indeed told Leo about my condition. I wanted to stop her, but my body felt drained of all energy, and I couldn’t even muster the strength to speak. Not long after, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. I thought Leo had come, and my heart filled with panic. However, the person who appeared at the door was Bianca.

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