The day before my wedding, I went to get my nails done. My fiancé came back with coffee and casually handed a cup to the nail tech. “Hey, add me on Ins. My wife can book you for her nails from now on.” I stared at him coldly. Sensing my gaze, he smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous again? I’m just making a friend. Maybe she’ll give you a discount next time.” I glanced at his phone screen. The note read: Amy, curvy, blonde, single. I smiled. A dog really can’t stop eating shit. Since he loved making friends so much, I’d help him invite all his female “friends.” Using his phone, I messaged his ex-girlfriends, his flings, the ones he’d met for dinner, the ones he’d sexted late at night, one by one: “My wedding’s tomorrow. I saved you a seat. Please come.” “Hello, is this the Grand Hotel? I need to add three more tables for tomorrow’s reception.” The manager paused. “That’ll cost extra.” Money wasn’t an issue. Less than five minutes after I hung up, Ethan’s call came through. “Why are you adding tables without discussing it with me first?” His voice was sharp and urgent, like I’d committed some unforgivable crime. I leaned back on the sofa, suddenly finding it almost funny. “I just want to invite a few more friends. What’s the problem?” I said. “What friends need three whole tables?” He pressed on relentlessly. “My parents said they can’t pay for the extra three tables.” I said mockingly, “It’s just adding some tables. Do you really need to blow up like this?” He continued angrily: “Sophia, you’re doing this because I added that nail tech on Ins, aren’t you? It’s normal socializing and you have to make a big deal out of it!” Normal socializing. He made it sound so simple. I gripped my phone tighter. “So sleeping with Christine at that hotel was also normal socializing?” Silence on the other end. “That was before we registered our marriage. Are you ever going to let it go?” It was indeed before the marriage registration, but we were still dating then. Last March, he said his company was having a team retreat and stayed at a hotel overnight. I only found out later that his “team retreat” companion was his ex-girlfriend Christine. “And staying at Wendy’s place for three days, that was also before registration?” “Will you ever stop?” Last month, he said he was on a business trip for three days. Turns out he was with Wendy. Right here in the city, less than ten kilometers from my home. Wendy posted a breakfast photo on her feed. The hands visible across the table wore a watch I’d given him. “Transferring twenty thousand dollars to Rachel and saying you’d take care of her, that was also before marriage?” “Sophia!” “You told everyone you were single, said I was just someone your family set you up with, said you didn’t love me at all…” “Enough!” He suddenly roared: “That’s all in the past! What’s the point of bringing it up over and over? What man doesn’t have a past? You’re just petty, just looking for trouble!” He took a breath, his voice turning cold. “Anyway, my parents won’t pay for those three tables. You invited them, you figure it out yourself.”

I leaned back on the sofa, suddenly feeling exhausted. Three years. Every time it was like this. I thought marriage would change him, thought he’d settle down. I really overestimated myself. “Twelve hundred for three tables, right?” I didn’t waste any more words and transferred the money directly. He paused for two seconds, saying “what are you doing,” but the next second I saw: Payment received. Immediately followed by a message: “You’re the best, babe. Let’s not talk about the past anymore. You’re the only one I love! Can’t wait for tomorrow’s wedding.” Looking at those words, I felt sick to my stomach. I typed back: “You better look forward to it. I’ve prepared a big surprise for you.” He asked what surprise. I didn’t reply. After hanging up, I picked up the phone and called my lawyer. “Mr. Wilson, draft me a divorce agreement. I need it after the wedding tomorrow.” The lawyer was clearly stunned. “But isn’t your wedding tomorrow?” “Yes. The wedding will happen, and I’m getting divorced too.” He didn’t ask further, just told me to send over the marriage certificate for filing. I pulled out that little red booklet from my bag, took a photo, and sent it over. About five minutes later, Mr. Wilson called back. His voice sounded off. “Miss Sophia, something’s wrong with this marriage certificate.” My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” “I checked the registration number. It doesn’t exist in the system. Miss Sophia, this marriage certificate is fake. You two have no legal marriage relationship.” I stood there holding the phone. Originally, I only planned to invite those women to give him a little surprise. Now it seemed the surprise wasn’t big enough. I opened my phone and started going through Ethan’s flirty chat logs, transaction screenshots, intimate photos, saving them all into a folder. Three years’ worth of evidence was all here—so much the folder could barely hold it all. I compiled all the material into a slideshow, set it to the background music of “Love For Sale,” and sent it to the MC: “For tomorrow’s wedding, replace the video with this one.” The MC was silent for a full ten seconds before replying with one word: “Okay.” I closed my phone and lay in bed. I didn’t sleep all night. The next morning, while I was getting my makeup done, Ethan sent a message: “Babe, I’m so excited. Finally getting to marry you.” I stared at the screen for two seconds before replying: “You’ll be even more excited soon.” Then my mom called: “Sophia, who exactly did you invite for those three tables? Why didn’t you tell us?” I said, “Mom, just watch the show today. Don’t ask so many questions.” She sighed. “Don’t do anything crazy.” I didn’t answer. After hanging up, I deleted all the photos with Ethan from my phone. Not a single one left. I called the hotel manager: “Those three tables of mine, arrange them directly facing the stage.” After hanging up, I took a deep breath, lifted my wedding dress hem, and walked out of the dressing room. Guests gradually arrived. I stood at the entrance greeting them, counting down in my mind. Ethan came over, glanced at the three empty tables, and asked, “Who did you invite? Why aren’t they here yet?”

I smiled and said, “Just invited a few of your ex-girlfriends.” His face instantly went pale. “What did you say? Are you crazy?” He lowered his voice, angry. “I just added that nail tech on Ins and you’re doing this? You have to cause a scene on our wedding day?!” I picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip without responding. Ethan stared at me for a while, then turned and left, his face dark as thunder. After a while, he came back with his parents and mine following behind. He said coldly, “Sophia, come to the dressing room. We need to talk.” My mom asked quietly, “Sophia, what’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. The group entered the dressing room and the door closed. As soon as the door shut, his mother spoke first: “Sophia, what’s the meaning of this? Inviting my son’s ex-girlfriends on his wedding day? Have you no sense of occasion?” I said calmly, “Mrs. Carter, I just invited a few friends to the wedding.” “Friends?” Ethan’s father slammed his hand on the table. “My son said you invited his ex-girlfriends! Do you think I’m an idiot? You’re deliberately trying to embarrass our family!” Ethan pointed his finger at my nose, nearly poking my face. “Sophia, isn’t this all because I added someone on Ins? Is this necessary? Inviting ex-girlfriends? Are you out of your mind?” I looked at him and laughed. “Added someone on Ins? You noted her as hot body, fair skin, single, you flirted with another woman right in front of me, and you ask if this is necessary?” Ethan’s mother interrupted: “Men make small mistakes sometimes. Making such a scene, how will you live together after this? I’m telling you, we’re cutting the wedding money to eight thousand. Let this be a lesson!” My mom exploded: “What do you mean small mistakes? He flirted with another woman right in front of Sophia! How shameless can your family be!” “What’s wrong with our family?” Ethan’s mother’s voice was even louder. “Your daughter invited ex-girlfriends to the wedding! What kind of behavior is that? I’m telling you, if you want this wedding to happen, behave yourselves. If not, forget it!” “You—” My dad’s face turned red with anger. “Eight thousand if you want the wedding, not a penny if you don’t!” Ethan’s mother turned her face away, crossing her arms. My mom’s hands were shaking with rage. “What kind of family are you? Don’t you know what your own son is like? This wedding is off!” “Fine, call it off! Who cares!” Ethan’s mother sneered. “With your daughter’s attitude, who’d want her after my son?” “What did you say?!” My dad rushed forward to argue, but my mom held him back tightly. The dressing room erupted into chaos. Ethan stood in the middle, not saying a word, his face even showing a hint of smugness. I looked at him and suddenly smiled. “Of course we’re having the wedding.” Everyone fell silent, all eyes turning to me.

My mom froze. “Sophia, what are you saying?” I didn’t look at her. Staring at Ethan’s mother, I said slowly and clearly: “Forget the eight thousand. I don’t want a single penny.” Ethan’s mother’s expression changed instantly—from scowling to smiling, faster than flipping a page. “That’s more like it. Wouldn’t it have been easier to do this from the start?” Ethan also relaxed, a smile appearing on his face as he walked over to put his arm around me. “I knew you couldn’t let me go.” I stepped aside, dodging his hand. My mom stood frozen, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes full of disappointment. My dad turned his face away, his shoulders shaking. I couldn’t bear to look at them. I turned and opened the dressing room door, walking out. As I left the dressing room, Ethan followed behind me. “Sophia, wait for me.” I didn’t stop. “By the way, I didn’t just invite ex-girlfriends,” I said. He froze, catching up to grab my arm. “What do you mean? Who else?” I didn’t answer. “Say something! Sophia! Who else did you invite?” I shook off his hand and kept walking. The MC approached. “Bride, can we start?” I nodded. “Let’s begin.” The music started. I walked onto the stage. Ethan stood opposite me, smiling stiffly, his eyes constantly glancing at those three empty tables. The MC announced loudly: “Does anyone here object to this union?” As soon as he finished speaking, the banquet hall doors burst open. A woman walked in. She wore a loose dress, one hand supporting her slightly swollen belly, walking step by step to the front of the stage. When Ethan saw her face, he froze completely. “Why are you here?” She didn’t look at him. She raised her head to address everyone, her voice not loud but every word clear: “I object. And so does the baby in my belly.” The entire hall erupted. I looked at her belly, then at Ethan’s face, which had turned deathly pale in an instant. In that moment, I understood everything. I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. The crack echoed through the silent hall. Ethan covered his face, eyes wide, staring at me. Before he could speak, the doors moved again. A second woman walked in. “I object too.” A third. “I also object.” Fourth, fifth, sixth… Over thirty women walked in one after another. Five of them were visibly pregnant. They lined up in three rows in front of the stage, all staring at Ethan. The entire venue exploded. People stood up, some screamed, some held up their phones to record. Ethan’s face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling on stage. He shouted at security: “Get them out! All of them out! Security!” Security rushed up to remove the women. The women struggled, screaming “scumbag” and “liar,” their voices sharp and piercing. Ethan grabbed the microphone, his voice shrill and panicked: “Continue the ceremony! Ignore them! Continue!” I smiled. I took off my ring and threw it hard at his face. “No need to continue. I object too.” I turned to face everyone below the stage, saying slowly and clearly: “I organized this wedding to expose this scumbag.” The big screen lit up. Ethan’s expression changed instantly. He rushed over frantically: “Turn it off! Turn it off now!”

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The day my SAT scores came out, several Ivy League admissions officers showed up at my house, all competing to recruit me. My high school teacher, Ms. Peyton — a woman who worshiped male students — deliberately said when she learned I’d gotten a perfect SAT score: “Jenna, I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe you actually slept your way to getting the test answers and still managed a perfect score! Oh my, I’m just joking. It slipped out. Don’t mind me. Just tell me quietly — how many test writers did you sleep with this time?” In my past life, I cried and explained that I’d studied hard for the exam myself. She sneered: “Right, right, you studied for it yourself. If you didn’t seduce male teachers and get the answers ahead of time, then why are you so upset right now?” That statement made the Harvard and Stanford admissions officers suspicious, and they rejected my application on the spot. In the end, I wasn’t accepted by any university. Three years of hard work went down the drain, and I eventually died from depression. Meanwhile, the male student Ms. Peyton favored most stole my admission spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Ivy League admissions officers came to school. Without hesitation, I chose to call the police: “Officer, I’ve been assaulted, and the witness is my high school teacher.”

The moment those words left my mouth, Ms. Peyton’s expression changed instantly. She never expected that I — usually introverted and timid — would actually call the police in front of so many people. She lunged at me, reaching for my phone. I stepped back, and she nearly fell to the ground. “Jenna, what are you doing? It’s such a small matter. Is it really worth calling the police?” “What witness? I just heard it from someone else. I can’t testify for you!” I froze, staring at her intently. “A small matter? Spreading sexual rumors about me and accusing me of cheating — that’s a small matter?” “You knew the Ivy League admissions officers were coming to my house today. Why would you say something like that?” Ms. Peyton looked as if I’d exposed her, her face turning ugly. But the next second, she laughed dramatically, accusing me of being too sensitive. “I didn’t know the Ivy League admissions team was coming to your house today. I didn’t mean to bring up your… impropriety.” “I’m just worried that if you got into an Ivy League school through these means, you won’t be able to handle the academics there. Your teacher is just looking out for you!” “After all, you’re a girl who became the top science student in the state. Who knows what underhanded methods you used?” She cleared her throat and suddenly raised her voice. Everyone’s attention was drawn back to her, even my mom looked at me with suspicion. “Dear admissions officers, I know this child, Jenna. When she first enrolled, she was at the bottom of the class. Then she transferred to the science class — which was full of male teachers — and suddenly her grades shot up.” “Don’t you think that’s strange? And I’ve caught her going in and out of hotels with male teachers multiple times. As her teacher, it’s hard for me not to think in that direction!” In my past life, Ms. Peyton said exactly this, making the admissions officers deeply disappointed in me. She relied on her position as my high school teacher, knowing no one would question a teacher’s character. She made everyone believe her lies, and no one wanted to hear my explanation. Not only did the Ivy League schools reject my file, preventing me from attending any college. Even my parents were implicated and ridiculed by relatives and friends. Three years of hard work were destroyed. They disowned me. I couldn’t defend myself. In the end, I died from depression. When I opened my eyes again and returned to this day, there was no way I’d let her play her tricks and ruin my college dreams again! “A hotel?” My mom looked at me in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly. “That’s right, Jenna’s mom. You didn’t know, did you? Jenna is a regular at the hotel by the school gate. The first time I saw it, I couldn’t believe she was that kind of person!” After saying this, Ms. Peyton quickly covered her mouth, pretending it was an accidental slip. “Wait, no, no. Oh my! Why did I say that out loud? Just pretend I was talking nonsense. Don’t overthink it!” “I came here today to celebrate Jenna getting a perfect SAT score and bringing honor to our school, even though her methods were a bit… unclean…” All the admissions officers exchanged glances and began discussing among themselves. “I can’t believe she’s that kind of person. Our school can’t admit someone like this…” Even my mom didn’t trust me, frowning as she questioned me: “Jenna, is what Ms. Peyton said true?” “Did you really go to that kind of place? Tell me. How many times did you go?” A trace of delight flashed in Ms. Peyton’s eyes, but I showed no sign of panic. “Ms. Peyton, are you sure you saw me? Then I must have been drugged unconscious, because I don’t remember it at all!” “When the police arrive, you must clearly state the time and location so they can catch the person who assaulted me as soon as possible!”

Ms. Peyton was stunned. The current me was completely different from the me she knew. She never expected I’d be so serious about this — not only showing no shame but practically wanting the whole world to know. “Dear Ivy League admissions officers, I believe Ms. Peyton’s words. She must not be joking!” “But I truly don’t remember any of this. I definitely wasn’t there willingly. With Ms. Peyton here, she can definitely find the culprit and clear my name!” I gripped Ms. Peyton’s hand tightly, speaking earnestly. She recoiled in disgust and immediately shook me off. “You — what nonsense are you spouting, child?” “How shameless can you be? Tell the truth. A month ago, did you or did you not check into the hotel by the school gate?” “And you weren’t the only one who checked in! Admissions officers, if you don’t believe me, you can check the registration records. I swear on my twenty years as a teacher!” At those words, all the admissions officers’ gazes fell on me like countless knives. “Miss Lynn, did you really use despicable means to get the SAT answers and score so high?” “No wonder she scored more than ten points higher than second place. In twenty years, no one has scored this high. So that’s how…” The fruit platter in my mom’s hands fell to the floor, fruit scattering everywhere. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, her voice filled with anger and shock. “Jenna, tell your mother. Is what Ms. Peyton said true? Did you go to a hotel?” “Did you — did you really use those methods to get your grades today? Say something! Are you trying to kill your mother?” “Your father and I poured everything into raising you. How could we have raised a daughter like you?” Ms. Peyton looked at me triumphantly, a smug smile on her lips. I suddenly remembered that before the SAT, I did go to the school hotel. Dylan Cooper had asked me to meet him there. But as soon as I entered and went upstairs, I sensed something was wrong and left through the back door. Only now did I understand — this was a trap set by Ms. Peyton and my classmate, Dylan Cooper. She was determined to have Dylan Cooper take my perfect SAT score. After all, the school’s reward for the top student was a full hundred thousand dollars! To achieve her goal, she was willing to stake her twenty years of teaching reputation. Ms. Peyton knew exactly how to manipulate teachers and parents. She understood that the truth didn’t matter — public opinion was enough to crush a person. Once the admissions officers left, they would spread the news. And then what awaited me would be slut-shaming. In this life, not only would I be unable to attend college, I’d even repeat the tragic fate of my past life. “I did go.” Three words slowly left my mouth. My mom nearly fainted from anger on the spot, and the admissions officers clamored to leave. “However, I didn’t enter any room. I left through the back of the hotel.” Ms. Peyton burst out laughing: “Ha ha ha, who would believe that? Jenna, you usually look so pure and honest, but only I, as your teacher, truly understand what kind of person you are!” “I didn’t deliberately smear you in front of the admissions officers. I just don’t want to see you go down the wrong path and make mistake after mistake!” “As long as you admit your error, we’ll void this year’s results, and you can prepare properly for the SAT next year. I’m willing to tutor you for free!” She spoke with such sincerity, like a good teacher. Only I knew how much she worshiped men and loved spreading sexual rumors about female students. In high school, Ms. Peyton treated male and female students completely differently. When male students asked for leave, she’d approve without checking the reason. But when female students were in so much pain they fainted, she’d just think they were faking. When male students didn’t wear their uniforms properly, it showed boldness and masculinity. But if a female student dared take off her jacket, she was a shameless slut trying to seduce men. She would spend an entire class period scolding female students, treating all the girls in class like enemies. I took out my phone and called the hotel by the school gate: “Could you please check the back door surveillance footage from around 8 PM a month ago?” The front desk quickly sent me the surveillance from that time. It clearly showed me entering through the front door and leaving through the back door less than a minute later.

Everyone watched the surveillance footage. Ms. Peyton’s face showed a moment of surprise, then she also called the hotel front desk. A few minutes later, a year’s worth of check-in records was displayed for everyone to see. “Jenna, the surveillance video only proves you didn’t go this time. It doesn’t mean you never went before!” “This is the check-in record from the past year that I just had the front desk send me. Look for yourself — how many times have you checked in this year?” “Tsk tsk tsk, so shameless at such a young age. I’m truly ashamed for you as your teacher!” “Dear admissions officers, look at what kind of person she really is! Tell me, how could a student like this possibly get a perfect SAT score through her own efforts?” Suddenly, my dad, who had just returned home, saw all of this. He raised his hand and slapped me: “You — how could you do something so disgraceful!” “Go turn yourself in right now, or I don’t have a daughter like you!” My face immediately burned with pain, half of it swelling up. My parents were both furious and shocked. The way they looked at me was complicated. I covered my face, holding back tears. Ms. Peyton’s smile grew even more triumphant. I’d studied hard for three years, finally going from the worst student to the top student, and even my parents didn’t believe me. “Don’t — don’t hit the child! I’m sure Jenna just had a moment of confusion. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done such things for six years!” “I only found out about this from her middle school teacher. Otherwise I wouldn’t dare believe I’d have such a student!” My dad clutched his chest in anger, his face flushed red, pulling out his belt and pointing it at me. “Jenna Lynn! You — you did this disgraceful thing for six whole years! Let’s see if I don’t beat you to death today!” He charged at me with the belt. I ran everywhere to escape. My mom’s tears wouldn’t stop flowing, her eyes red from crying: “Jenna, you’ve disappointed your mother so much!” Seeing me getting beaten, Ms. Peyton almost laughed out loud but forcibly suppressed it, pretending to stop my dad. “Jenna’s dad, don’t get so worked up! No matter what, you can’t hit your child!” The admissions officers also shook their heads in disappointment at the scene. “Miss Lynn, we have doubts about your SAT results and cannot approve your application.” I froze and immediately explained: “Do you believe what she’s saying too? The SAT is fair and secure. How could the answers possibly be leaked?” “Mom, Dad, calm down! Think carefully — I’m just an ordinary student. How could I possibly know the test writers?” “And leaking SAT answers is a criminal offense with a ten-year prison sentence. Who would dare leak them?” My dad lowered the belt in his hand. My mom stopped crying too. Everyone realized this wasn’t realistic. The SAT had military-level security. Even the most powerful person couldn’t get the answers. Suddenly, Dylan Cooper walked in: “Then how do you explain this?” He pulled out a report. My parents were shocked when they saw it. “Jenna, you — you’re pregnant? Early intrauterine pregnancy, six weeks! What do you have to say for yourself?” Ms. Peyton quickly snatched the report and hid it, scolding Dylan Cooper: “Why did you come here? I wasn’t planning to tell them about this. After all, it’s not honorable for a girl…” “Everyone, just treat this as fake, as a joke. Don’t believe it!” Dylan refused to back down: “Why not? Why should someone like her be the top student!” “Jenna Lynn is a shameless slut. She’s always taking birth control pills at school. The whole class has seen it!” With those words, the whole room exploded. My dad wanted to kill me. My mom had a heart attack and fainted on the spot. The admissions officers turned to leave. “How did I give birth to a slut like you! You’re even — even pregnant with some bastard’s child!” My dad grabbed a kitchen knife and came at me like a madman. The scene descended into chaos. Ms. Peyton and Dylan calmly watched the show from the side. “I’m not pregnant! They forged that report! They’re deliberately trying to harm me. Dad, please calm down! Admissions officers, don’t leave!” I desperately explained, completely despairing, but now no one was willing to believe me. My dad couldn’t hear anything. The knife came straight at my neck. The next second, a large number of police officers burst through the door. “We heard a report about SAT answer leaks? I’m the SAT inspection team leader. This matter is serious. We immediately launched an investigation upon receiving the report.” “After examination, student Jenna Lynn’s results are legal and compliant. The test writers and papers were all under strict monitoring, with no leaks whatsoever.” “We are now lawfully arresting Peyton and Dylan Cooper for spreading rumors. Please come with the police.”

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Right after giving birth, I stumbled upon a post: “My wife just had a baby, but I don’t want to help take care of the kid. What should I do?” Someone replied with advice: “Hurry up and apply for an overseas assignment with your company. Best if it’s for about three years.” The poster was puzzled: “Why?” The advisor explained: “Are you stupid? These three years are when kids are the hardest to take care of. Find a legitimate excuse to get out and you can avoid all the hassle, right?” “Plus, kids have no memories of their first three years. By the time you come back from your assignment, it won’t affect you being a good father later.” “If your wife ever fights with you about it, just tell her how hard you worked making money those three years abroad.” “It’s a win-win situation!” The poster immediately responded gratefully: “Thanks, man.” I stared in disbelief, thinking what awful people these two were. The next second, a message from my husband popped up: “Cedric, the company is assigning me overseas for three years.”

I stared at those words, somewhat confused. Why did Morant’s message sound exactly like what that post had suggested? After a moment of shock, I replied: “Overseas assignment? Why so sudden? Where are you going?” The typing indicator above the chat box appeared and disappeared intermittently. Morant’s message finally came through: “It’s a new project in the Southwest.” “Cedric, this is a rare opportunity. The company values this project highly and specifically requested me to lead the team. Once this is done, I’ll definitely get promoted and get a raise when I come back. Our lives will be so much better.” Morant sounded earnest and sincere. In the past, I probably would have supported his career. But I’d just finished my postpartum recovery period. My parents had died in an accident two years ago, and Morant’s parents were unreliable. If he left now, I’d be the only one managing everything at home, inside and out. I told him what I was thinking: “I don’t want you to go.” “The baby is still so small, I really can’t handle it alone.” “And when my maternity leave ends, I have to go back to work too. Who will watch the baby then?” “If you leave now, you’re dumping all the burden on me.” Morant replied almost instantly: “Cedric, I know how hard this is on you. I don’t want to leave you and the baby either.” “But we need to think long-term. This separation now is for a better future.” “As for taking care of the baby, there’s always a way.” “You can take the baby to work with you. Lots of moms do that, don’t they?” “Just tough it out for a few years. Once I’m back, everything will be fine. You’ll just have to work hard these few years, and when I return, everything will be better.” I frowned, laughing bitterly. How dare he say such things, casually telling me to sacrifice while he wanted to be a deserter? I couldn’t hold back and confronted him: “Easy for you to say. How am I supposed to work and take care of a baby at the same time? Carry the baby to the office? Or should I split myself in half?” He paused for a moment this time, then dropped a bombshell: “If it doesn’t work out, just quit your job.” “I can definitely support you and our daughter, no problem.” “You can focus on taking care of the baby at home. Isn’t that great? Many families arrange things this way.” I stared at those lines, instantly furious, my chest tightening with frustration. I didn’t even want to type anymore. I sent angry voice messages instead. “I’m not willing to do that.” “Before we got married, I made it clear to you that I wouldn’t be a housewife. It hasn’t been that long, and you’re already going back on your word.” “You leaving for three years isn’t fair to me, and it’s not fair to Ellis either.” “The child needs a father. You have parenting responsibilities too.” He defended himself pitifully: “Then what do you want me to do?!” “I’m doing all this for—” “Enough!” I cut him off. “We can’t talk clearly on the phone. Come home early tonight. We need to discuss this face to face.” This time, a full two or three minutes passed before his message finally appeared: “I can’t tonight. There’s a project kickoff meeting. I have to have dinner with the leadership. It’ll definitely be late. Don’t wait up, get some rest.” “I’ll come home early tomorrow and we’ll talk properly, okay?” I was exasperated. Ever since the baby was born, he’d been leaving early and coming home late, suddenly becoming a workaholic. I didn’t think much of it before, but after seeing that post, something felt off. I didn’t give him room to negotiate. “Tonight. I’ll wait for you. We must talk this through.” After a long while, he finally replied with a simple “okay.” I let out a deep sigh. On impulse, I clicked back into that post. Surprisingly, it had been updated.

Just over ten minutes ago, the poster had a new problem: “My wife won’t agree to my overseas assignment. She says there’s no one to help take care of the baby. So annoying. Women are so short-sighted.” The advisor quickly replied: “That’s easy. First, work it out with your mom. Have your mom come help out.” “Once you leave, then have your mom find some excuse to bail.” “By then you’ll already be overseas. What can your wife do about it?” “The kid will be tied to her. She can’t just abandon the baby, can she? In the end, she’ll have to deal with it herself.” The poster was ecstatic, sending a string of praise emojis: “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You really get it! I’ll do exactly that!” I felt my hands and feet go cold. This was a coordinated attack against women. Some netizens who couldn’t stand it started cursing: “Have some humanity!” “Your wife just gave birth to your child and you’re scheming against her like this? Did a dog eat your conscience?” “What a time to be alive, even animals can pretend to be human now.” “Red flag! Stay away from this scumbag!” Facing the criticism from netizens, the poster didn’t immediately respond. I thought maybe he felt guilty and didn’t have the nerve to show his face. But after a while, he replied. He shot back at those criticizing him: “What do you know?! Easy for you to talk when it’s not your problem!” “Do you know how much pressure there is in the workplace these days? I’m going out there to advance my career for this family!” “Isn’t it a woman’s natural duty to take care of children? Isn’t it tiring for me to earn money to support the family?” “My mom worked hard her whole life. Helping out is a favor, not an obligation. What’s wrong with that?” “You say I’m scheming? I’m rationally allocating family resources. You’re just jealous!” His comments became more and more extreme and absurd, drawing even more angry criticism from netizens. The thread grew rapidly, quickly turning into a fierce flame war. Until one reply appeared: “Screenshot taken. Everyone, stop arguing. The most important thing now is to make sure his wife knows about this.” “You’d better pray your wife never sees this post.” After this reply, the previously arrogant poster suddenly went silent. A few seconds later, I refreshed the page. The screen displayed: “Sorry, the post you’re trying to access has been hidden or deleted.” He panicked. I clicked into his profile page. It was completely blank, with default avatar and username. There was no useful information to be found. But I wasn’t worried. Those who should slip up will slip up eventually.

At seven in the evening, Ellis started fussing before bed. I held her and paced back and forth in the living room, humming an off-key lullaby. At eight, Morant sent a message: “Meeting’s running long, will be a while longer. You eat first, don’t go hungry.” I didn’t reply, just kept pacing. Ellis’s crying quieted down, turning into pitiful whimpers. At nine-thirty, he sent another message: “Had a few drinks with clients, won’t be back that soon. Just go to sleep.” At eleven, I finally heard keys turning in the lock. He pushed the door open and saw me sitting on the sofa. He froze for a moment: “You’re still up? Didn’t I tell you to sleep?” He walked toward me, trying to hug me. A faint, unfamiliar perfume scent wafted over. I moved aside to avoid him. He looked awkward. I got straight to the point: “Let’s talk about the overseas assignment.” He sat down and began explaining: “Cedric, I know you were upset today.” “This assignment really was too sudden. I had no idea the company would arrange things this way.” I didn’t respond, just looked at him. Seeing my silence, he continued: “Look, raising a kid is so expensive now. Education costs will be even more astronomical later.” “My current position isn’t great—stuck in the middle, and the pay is just so-so. When I come back…” He went on and on, painting a picture of his promotion and raise. But I was too lazy to listen anymore. I asked him: “Did you actively apply for this assignment?” He froze for a moment, his eyes flickering briefly before returning to normal: “How could that be? Of course the company arranged it. If I refused, wouldn’t that make me ungrateful?” “Is that so?” I stared at him, my gaze sweeping across his slightly open collar, where there seemed to be some inconspicuous glitter. “Are you going alone or with someone else?” He turned his head, avoiding my gaze: “My secretary is going too.” His secretary was named Ilysis, a pretty young woman. I understood, and smiled. He was baffled by my smile and quickly changed the subject: “Cedric, I know it’ll be hard for you to take care of the baby alone. I’ve already thought it through—we can have my mom come help.” Hearing this, my heart sank. This line… Morant thought his idea was great, his voice brightening: “My mom’s still in decent health. She can definitely handle taking care of the baby.” “With her helping out, won’t that make things easier for you?” As he said this, his expression was frank and his tone sincere. If I hadn’t seen that post, I might have been fooled by his act. The last bit of hope in my heart disappeared. It really was him scheming against me. I didn’t rush to expose him. Under his gaze, I gently nodded. “Fine, then go.” Since he dared to scheme against me, he couldn’t blame me for what came next. Morant’s face instantly lit up. “Cedric, you really agree?” He seemed to want confirmation, his voice barely containing his joy. “Yeah.” I lowered my head, looking at my fingers twisted together, not wanting to see his nauseating expression. “When are you leaving?” “Next week! Next Wednesday’s flight!” He blurted it out, then seemed to realize he sounded too eager and softened his tone: “The project timeline is tight, they’re pushing hard over there. I wanted to spend more time with you and Ellis, but I really have no choice.” I smiled bitterly. He really didn’t want to stay a moment longer. “But,” he leaned in closer, trying to hold my hand. I shifted slightly, avoiding him. He didn’t seem to mind and continued: “I’ve arranged everything. I’ll call my mom in a bit and have her pack up and come as soon as possible.” “Also, I told Torres that while I’m gone these three years, he should look after you two.” “If there’s any heavy work, hard labor, or anything that needs a man’s help, just ask him. He’s my best friend, totally trustworthy.” I knew Torres—Morant’s childhood friend who grew up with him. They both joined the same company. Morant became a minor manager while Torres remained an ordinary employee. He was pretty helpful. Morant mentioned him often. I didn’t know if this was part of his scheme. But since he’d already made all these arrangements, how could I not go along with his wishes? I said okay. Morant breathed a sigh of relief, hugging me tightly and thanking me for understanding him. This time I didn’t avoid him. I rested my chin on his shoulder and sneered. Morant, it was too early to thank me.

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When I was eighteen, after Brooks and I had sex for the first time in our rental apartment, he proposed to me with a cheap ring. At twenty-four, he was found by the Davis family and became the heir to a prestigious and powerful household, but he secretly got engaged to someone else behind my back. On the day of our sixth anniversary, I wanted to surprise him and came home early. I happened to overhear his friend mocking him: “Why are you still living in this dump? Are you really going to refuse the marriage alliance with the Tony family for your first love?” Brooks laughed while biting his cigarette. “How is that possible? I’m just playing around. Alexis doesn’t have the status to be worthy of me now.” The door was slightly ajar, and the words hit me without warning. I froze at the entrance, looking up at the people inside the rental apartment. Aside from Brooks, they were all playboys whose shoes alone cost more than my annual internship salary. Hearing Brooks’s words, they laughed even more mockingly: “Those worthless trinkets she gives you—I’d be embarrassed to carry them in my pocket.” “Yeah, it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth.” My eyelashes trembled as I clutched the gift I’d prepared, having saved up for three months, feeling utterly humiliated. It was already the best thing I could offer Brooks. “When are you planning to break up with her?” Cigarette smoke blurred Brooks’s expression. I couldn’t see clearly, only hearing his indifferent voice: “It’s just an engagement, no need to break up. She’s really stupid—she won’t find out.” The room erupted in derisive laughter again: “She really is stupid, completely played by you.” “But what about Laurient? Can you hide it from her too?” Laurient—I’d heard that name from my colleagues. A genuine heiress. Playful and manipulative, she’d boasted that there wasn’t a man in all of Los Angeles she couldn’t catch. But I’d heard that this time, the man she was pursuing was her social equal, and she was serious about marriage. Brooks showed no emotional reaction to hearing that name. He stubbed out his cigarette and started ushering them out. “Are you done? Alexis is coming home early today.” The group left. I hid around the corner, listening to them complain about how remote and shabby this place was as they walked. Then I heard them say that the engagement between the two families was set for next month. Next month… In the stuffy corridor, I suddenly felt cold enough to shiver. I slowly pieced it together. So the person the Davis family found a year ago—the one whose return was celebrated throughout the city—really was Brooks. I remember looking at Brooks in the kitchen back then and asking regretfully, “You’re both named Davis, why couldn’t it be you?” Brooks asked back with amusement, “Why would it be me?” I looked at him without blinking. “Because… you’re really different.” Brooks didn’t know. When my mom married into that town and brought me along, the first time I saw Brooks, I felt he didn’t belong there. He was smart, aloof, yet strikingly handsome—nothing like that alcoholic, abusive stepfather. Brooks didn’t say anything more at the time. But that very night, the online post was deleted completely. After that, nothing related to the Davis family appeared in my life again. From that moment on, the person I’d loved for eight whole years had already been lying to me. The corridor gradually darkened, the endless darkness seeming ready to swallow me whole. I suddenly felt an urgent need to escape this place. Anywhere would do—I didn’t want to face Brooks. But the moment I stepped around the corner, I locked eyes with Brooks, who was standing at the door. In just a few seconds, Brooks had already guessed what happened. The guilt and regret I’d imagined never appeared on his face. He laughed once, showing that familiar expression somewhere between troubled and annoyed. I knew that look too well. It was exactly like the expression Brooks wore when he used to witness my stepfather about to hit me—troubled, impatient, yet forced to deal with it. Back then, he’d glanced at me coldly, showing no intention of coming over. But in the end, he still pulled me behind him. Later, he protected me with a cold face, time and time again. He was very young then too, no match for an adult’s strength. So he always ended up covered in blood. I’d cry while holding Brooks, soaking half his shoulder with tears. After my mom died, he was the only one who protected me. Brooks always said I was useless, asked how I’d survive without him, but never said he’d abandon me. Memory and reality overlapped as I watched Brooks sigh and walk toward me like he used to. Actually, I was terrified. In that moment, I even blamed myself for not hiding well enough. I wanted to completely disappear and avoid this confrontation. But in the end, under Brooks’s gaze, I asked him numbly, “You’re getting engaged?”

Along with the thunder came Brooks’s voice. He looked down at me and admitted it frankly. “It’s a marriage alliance arranged by the family. I can’t refuse.” “They would never accept someone as worthless as you into the Davis family. You understand that, don’t you?” “But Alexis, I won’t leave you,” his fingers slowly wiped away my tears. “I’ll still protect you, just like before—” I sensed something was wrong. “What do you mean?” What did he mean by “won’t leave me”? What did he mean by “just like before”? Brooks’s eyes were pitch black. Through those eyes, I saw my own wretched, pitiful reflection. I actually had so many questions I wanted to ask. But now I couldn’t get a single word out. I looked at Brooks and asked him slowly, word by word: “Brooks, you want me to be your mistress?” Brooks didn’t deny it. From the moment the Davis family found him, he knew they would never accept me. He agreed to the marriage alliance while continuing to act out this charade with me here. Just like he said, I was so stupid I’d believe anything he told me. I tried hard to keep my eyes open to stop the tears from falling, but I just couldn’t control them. The corridor window was half-open, rain pouring down wildly. Years ago, I’d confessed to Brooks in the pouring rain, and now I had to end it in the rain too. But Brooks didn’t take my words about breaking up seriously. He calmly watched me finish my tantrum, then brought me back to the living room and casually asked what I wanted to eat. He seemed certain I wouldn’t refuse him, much less leave him. Not until I shook off his hand and started packing did his eyes finally show some emotion. “Alexis, does it have to be this way?” I didn’t answer. Brooks’s grip on my wrist only tightened. He looked at me quietly, as if genuinely not understanding: “I said we can still be like before. I can give you anything you want now. Do you really want to go back to those hard times?” I looked at him numbly. “Brooks, I won’t be a mistress.” “I can survive without depending on you.” “Without depending on me?” Brooks laughed. “Alexis, why are you still so naive?” “Without me, could you have graduated safely from under that perverted school administrator’s hands?” “Without me, could you have so coincidentally met that specialist during your surgery?” “And,” Brooks leaned closer to me, his tone mocking, “If you really care so much about what others think, why did you fall for me back then, confess to me, even kiss me—your nominal brother?” My whole body went cold as I slowly raised my head to meet Brooks’s gaze. So mocking and sharp, landing on me like a knife that cut to the bone. “Alexis,” Brooks looked at me with a smile, “stop pretending.” “You’re not as pure and noble as you claim to be.” Brooks said I was really stupid, that every choice I’d made since childhood was foolish. From enduring my stepfather’s beatings without resistance before, to leaving him now—it was all the same. He swore that within a week, I’d definitely come back to him. This week was probably the hardest week of my life. I hit walls everywhere, work went poorly, I couldn’t even find a place to rent. At critical moments, someone would always show up with more money to outbid me. I had no choice but to temporarily stay at my college friend’s place, but this morning, she told me she couldn’t let me stay anymore. My eyes fell on the phone clutched in her hand. I said softly, “Brooks contacted you, didn’t he?” She sighed. “Even if you broke up, he shouldn’t go this far, right?” She didn’t know much about what happened between Brooks and me. I didn’t want to drag her into this any further. I had to move to a hotel. Before I left, Sophia insisted on transferring me some money. “I know your internship salary isn’t much. Use this for now, pay me back when you get your full-time position.” I didn’t accept it. But the news about my full-time position was indeed supposed to come today. When I arrived at the company, though, the atmosphere was strangely off. Many people looked at me with complex expressions. My heart raced as an ominous premonition arose. Before I could think it through, my boss called me over. The office was silent. My boss took a sip of tea and told me straight out. Among this batch of interns, I was the most qualified for the full-time position, but not anymore. “The company landed a once-in-a-lifetime deal, but that company has one requirement.” I met my boss’s gaze, my heart sinking. “…What requirement?” My boss took another sip of hot tea and spoke slowly: “They require that we fire you.”

On the way back to the hotel, it started raining. The rain felt so cold it seemed to pierce into my heart. Brooks was already waiting at the hotel entrance. When he saw me, he got out of the car with an umbrella, his face wearing its usual smile. “Alexis, when will you break the habit of forgetting your umbrella in the rain?” I stared at the hand holding the umbrella. Brooks was still wearing the ring from when he proposed to me. I found it laughable, but I was too exhausted to laugh. The wet, sticky coat clung to my body, making my voice tremble when I spoke: “Brooks, how far do you have to go before you’ll stop?” “I used to like you, depend on you, but I never did anything to hurt you, did I?” “On our anniversary, I’d been preparing for quite a while.” “The gift I got you—I saved up half a year’s salary for it.” “Back then I even thought, I’m about to get my full-time position, and once things stabilize, we can move to a slightly bigger place.” “Why,” I looked up at him, “why do you have to treat me this way? Why does it have to be me?!” Brooks didn’t respond. His eyes fell on my hand instead. “Where’s the ring?” The ring he’d proposed with in the rental apartment. I’d worn it for six whole years. It wasn’t that he’d never bought me new rings, but I just loved that one. “I lost it.” I turned to walk back inside. “Do whatever else you want, Brooks. My answer won’t change.” Unexpectedly, Brooks backed down. He said he could stay out of my employment situation, but he had one condition. “What?” He gestured at the increasingly heavy rain. “It’s cold. Can we go inside to talk?” The hotel I’d found on short notice was very basic. Brooks waited until I changed out of my soaked coat before speaking. He sent me an address, saying there was a reception tomorrow night and asking me to come for a final goodbye. But on the way there the next day, for some reason, my heart suddenly started pounding violently. It was a high-end club, the kind of place I wouldn’t normally even glance at. Brooks’s private room was on the top floor. I saw many people inside. I saw that the bottles of alcohol they casually opened could buy my cheap rental apartment. In that moment, I finally had a concrete sense of Brooks’s current status and the gap between us. There, I also saw Laurient from the Tony family. She sat beside Brooks, beautiful and radiant. Before I could figure out why Laurient was there, I suddenly heard her say she had a surprise for Brooks. Vaguely, I seemed to hear my name. I suddenly tensed up. Laurient knew about my existence. I watched her casually make a phone call to someone. After a few brief sentences, the smile on her face grew even brighter, carrying the satisfaction of a successful prank. She tilted her head, studying his expression as she asked, “I accidentally got Alexis fired. You won’t blame me, will you, Brooks?” I stood there numbly, feeling coldness slowly penetrate my limbs. Until it climbed to my heart, bringing sharp, tingling pain. So Laurient’s “surprise” was destroying the job I’d just gotten today. Brooks sat beside her, watching her calmly. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t blame Laurient, didn’t even change his expression. I’d never found that indifferent face of his so disgusting. He’d clearly promised me he wouldn’t interfere with my work. I suddenly remembered what I’d said yesterday. I remembered that inscrutable smile on Brooks’s face before he left yesterday. I’d thought that because of what I said, he was slightly moved, had the tiniest bit of pity for me. But there was nothing. When Brooks smiled then, was he laughing at me like I was a pathetic, ridiculous clown? A clown who used to be played by him, yet was busy planning an impossible future with him. But now this clown still had to go find him. Because I saw Laurient reach out and pull a jade pendant on a black woven cord from around Brooks’s neck. I slowly blinked. Finally seeing clearly what was in her hand—it was the pendant my mom left me, my only keepsake of her. So when Brooks suggested going to my hotel room yesterday, it wasn’t because he was cold, and it wasn’t because he was actually willing to back down. It was to find this.

Brooks was as accommodating to Laurient as he once was to me. He casually removed the pendant and tossed it to Laurient. The last tightly wound string in my mind suddenly snapped. I had nothing left now. I’d even lost my job. I couldn’t lose this last memento of my mom too. I pushed hard on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Brooks—” I saw Brooks look up. Under the brilliant lights, through the glass, he just looked at me quietly with his usual smile, showing no intention of opening the door. I immediately understood—everything he said yesterday was a lie. He was angry I’d talked back to him, angry I’d thrown away the ring. He was warning me, punishing me, using the jade pendant to force me to compromise. Separated by a door, the hallway was quiet, but the music blasting inside the room was deafening, drowning out my voice. I was nearly breaking down as I spoke: “Brooks, I… I don’t want the job anymore!” “I’ll find the ring and return it to you today!” “Please, please give me back mom’s jade pendant!!” A week’s worth of pent-up emotions exploded. I shouted like a madwoman, drawing the attention of many people in the hallway. But Brooks still didn’t move. The music happened to reach its final few seconds of quiet outro, and everything fell silent. Through the glass, I watched helplessly as Laurient took the jade pendant and tossed it up and down with distaste. Then she accidentally fumbled it, and the pendant fell from her hand. After a crisp, cheap-sounding crack, Brooks suddenly stood up. He stared at the cracked jade pendant, his expression changing beyond his control. The scene suddenly descended into chaos. They seemed to be saying something, but my head was buzzing and I couldn’t hear anything clearly. I don’t know how I got back to the hotel. I only came to my senses when I realized I was completely soaked by the rain. Someone equally drenched stood at my door. That face was familiar—one of Brooks’s friends. “Brooks was taken back by the Davis family. He told me to make sure to tell you that things aren’t what you think. He didn’t mean to destroy the jade pendant.” “About your job, Brooks will handle it. Something came up with the Davis family, but as soon as he can get out, he’ll come find you right away. Don’t…” Before he could finish, I slammed the door shut with a bang. Silence returned to my ears. Water dripped from my sleeves, tap tap tap. I stared silently at the broken jade pendant in my hand for who knows how long before my phone suddenly vibrated. A notification popped up—I’d been fired, along with a transfer for severance pay. The full-time position really was Brooks playing me. Laurient couldn’t tolerate my existence, and Brooks condoned her tantrum. It was all lies. I’d never believe Brooks’s fake sympathy again. After blocking Brooks on all platforms, I bought the earliest ticket out of Los Angeles. I never wanted to come back.

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As a single mother, to scrape together tuition for my daughter to study for her master’s degree in the UK, I worked three jobs a day. I even had an accident while working the night shift at a factory—the machine severed two of my right fingers. But the day she got her UK visa, she was at the airport clinging to a wealthy businessman twenty years her senior, crying and laughing. “Daddy, if you hadn’t sponsored me to go abroad, my trash-collecting mom would have ruined my whole life.” I stood behind a pillar in the departure hall, holding up my freshly bandaged hand that was still bleeding through the gauze, frozen in place. I stepped forward to call out to her, but her friend Isabella wrinkled her nose in disgust and shoved me away. “Where’d this old hag come from? Get lost before you dirty Laura’s designer clothes!” I looked at my daughter. She wore exquisite makeup, and her eyes held no trace of guilt—only an icy warning. In front of the rich man, she pulled out two hundred-pound notes from her purse and threw them in my face like she was dismissing a beggar. “Take the money and get lost. I only have a sugar daddy—I don’t have some bottom-feeder poor mom!” People around us pointed and whispered. The wealthy man patted her shoulder approvingly, praising how sensible she was. I didn’t pick up the money. I just calmly watched her go through security and board her flight. Then I turned around and dialed the embassy. “Hello, I’d like to file a formal report. Someone has falsified academic credentials and may be involved in illegal immigration.”

After hanging up with the embassy, I didn’t look back at the security checkpoint. I walked straight out of the departure hall. When the spring breeze hit me, I realized I was soaked through with sweat. The gauze on my right hand was saturated with blood, and fresh pain shot through the wound. In the emergency room, the doctor unwrapped the bandage, his brow furrowing tightly. “What happened? The fingers we just reattached have torn open again!” “Did you get into a struggle with someone? If you keep this up, this hand will be permanently damaged!” I was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, but I just shook my head. “Please, just wrap it tighter for me.” After getting my wound treated, I returned home and pushed open the rusted iron gate. The musty smell of the basement hit me in the face. The room was a complete mess. Before leaving, Laura had used scissors to shred all the old clothes she didn’t want, and thrown them everywhere along with old shoes. Looking at the chaos on the floor, waves of bitterness washed over me. To let her wear decent clothes like other children. I worked three jobs a day to earn living expenses, and even took night shifts at an unlicensed factory to pay for her tutoring. But she broke my heart and trampled my dignity. My eyes grew moist, but in the end, no tears fell. I pulled out a black garbage bag and swept the shredded fabric into it. I stuffed this garbage along with the designer bag I’d bought with money from my first blood donation into the bag. Then I carried these two black bags and mercilessly threw them into the dumpster outside the complex. Just as I finished throwing away the trash, my phone vibrated. It was a reply from the embassy: [Hello. Regarding your report about Ms. Laura’s suspected academic fraud and unclear visa funding sources, we have initiated a joint investigation with customs. Thank you for your cooperation.] Looking at the words on the screen, my lips gradually curved upward. Almost simultaneously, my phone rang. It was Laura. The moment I answered, Laura’s shriek came through: “You old bitch! Did you report me?! Why did customs detain me?! They said my visa has been frozen and they’re going to investigate Daddy’s financial records!” Hearing her voice crack as she screamed, I felt nothing but satisfaction. “Yes. You’re my daughter. I won’t let you sell your body!” “Are you insane?! I’m your daughter! You’re ruining my future! I’ll kill you—” Before she could finish cursing, I hung up and blocked her number. Back in the basement, I looked at the passbook on the table containing my work injury compensation and took a deep breath. This money was originally meant to be her living expenses abroad. Now, I would use it to move out of this basement and start my real life.

The next afternoon, the basement’s iron door was kicked open with a bang. Laura burst in with her suited sugar daddy. Her friend Isabella followed aggressively behind them. “Smack!” A visa rejection letter was thrown in my face by Laura. “You poisonous old witch! Are you satisfied now?! My visa’s been revoked! I’m banned from entering the UK for three years!” Laura pointed at my nose, her eyes bloodshot. “You’re bottom-feeding trash rotting in the mud—fine! But why do you have to drag me down with you!” Isabella beside her covered her nose, her face full of disgust as she fanned the flames. “Exactly! Laura accepted Mr. Osman as her daddy. She was going to become a real lady of status.” “You’re just jealous that Mr. Osman has more money than you, so you sabotaged her, didn’t you? You poverty-stricken lunatic!” Mr. Osman stood with his belly protruding, looking down at my room condescendingly. He pulled a stack of cash from his briefcase and threw it on the table. “Ten thousand pounds. Go to the UK embassy and withdraw your report. Tell them you were having a psychotic episode and talking nonsense.” Mr. Osman flicked ash from his cigar, his tone arrogant. “Women are so short-sighted. Your daughter will live the high life with me. You should be grateful.” I looked at the ten thousand pounds on the table and laughed coldly. “Mr. Osman is so generous.” Then I raised my head and stared at Laura. “She paid someone to take her exams for her.” “Mr. Osman, you don’t really think Laura’s a genius, do you?” “Are you sure she can bring you any value if she goes abroad?” Laura’s expression changed drastically. She screamed in humiliation and rage: “Shut up! Daddy, don’t listen to this crazy woman’s nonsense!” She looked around frantically, then suddenly spotted the passbook I’d placed under my pillow. It was my severed finger injury compensation! “What’s this?!” Laura’s eyes lit up. She pounced over and snatched the passbook. Opening it, her eyes went wide. “Three hundred thousand?! You’ve been hiding three hundred thousand from me!” She reached under the pillow and pulled out my ID card, viciously stuffing it into her own pocket. “Is the password my birthday? Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out!” My expression changed. I rushed forward to grab it back. “Give it back! That’s my severed finger compensation! That’s my lifeline!” “What do you mean YOUR money? You ruined my dream of going abroad—consider this compensation for my emotional distress!” Laura clutched the passbook and ID card, backing away self-righteously. I lunged and grabbed her wrist, but she yanked hard. My freshly bandaged right hand slammed heavily into the iron bed frame. The wound hadn’t healed at all yet. “Rip—” Sharp pain instantly spread from my fingertips. The gauze was stained red with blood, dripping onto the cement floor. I collapsed to my knees in pain, my whole body convulsing uncontrollably. “Oh please, are you trying to scam us?” Isabella rolled her eyes from the side. Osman snorted coldly and gave a look. His two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and roughly shoved me against the wall, escorting Laura out. “Mom, I’m taking this three hundred thousand.” “You can just rot in this moldy basement and fend for yourself!” Laura waved the passbook and ID card, linked arms with Osman, and strutted away in her high heels. I lay in my own blood, watching their retreating figures, biting my lip until I tasted blood. Laura, since you’re going to be so ruthless, don’t blame me for being merciless.

I endured the severe pain and shakily dialed the police with my left hand. The police arrived quickly, but when they learned that the person who’d stolen my belongings was my own biological daughter whom I’d carried for ten months, they showed helpless expressions. According to regulations, the police could only temporarily classify it as a domestic property dispute and needed further investigation before filing a case. The officer in charge saw me lying in a pool of blood looking pitiful. After taking my statement, he immediately took me to the relevant department. He helped me file emergency reports for a lost ID card and freeze the passbook. The three hundred thousand couldn’t be recovered immediately, but at least I’d secured the money in the account so Laura couldn’t squander it. By the time I returned to the basement after getting my wound re-stitched at the hospital, it was late at night. My right hand was wrapped in gauze, each throb accompanied by stabbing pain. Just then, my phone started vibrating crazily. Hundreds of abusive text messages from unknown numbers flooded my inbox. I opened a short video platform and found that on the homepage feed, Laura had posted a five-minute accusatory video. In the video, she wore fake no-makeup makeup, tears streaming down her face as she tearfully accused me of being an evil mother. She lied to the camera, claiming I’d tried to sell her for bride price money to pay gambling debts, even slandering that I’d deliberately self-harmed my severed fingers to extort money from her. She also played the victim, saying I was jealous she’d received sponsorship to study abroad, so I maliciously spread rumors to ruin her future. Oh my god, how can such an evil mother exist? Unfit to be human! Poor girl, what bad luck to have a mother like that. Support the daughter cutting ties! People like this should just die! The comment section was outraged. Even my former coworkers at the factory believed the lies and sent me messages cursing me out. You always seemed honest, but I never knew you were so vicious, harming your own daughter. Disgusting! Facing the online mob, I didn’t cry. I looked coldly at Laura’s face on the screen, methodically saving her defamatory video with my left hand. Then I took screenshots and screen recordings of all the vicious comments and personal attacks the video had attracted. Next, my gaze fell on the laptop in the corner. It was an old computer Laura had disdained as too outdated to take with her. Laura was careless. She thought emptying the recycle bin solved everything. But she didn’t know that as long as the hard drive wasn’t destroyed, data could be recovered. I spent the whole night using my left hand to control the mouse, using recovery software I’d found online to gradually excavate the secrets buried deep in this computer. When the progress bar reached one hundred percent and I opened the hidden billing statements and chat records that had been recovered, I broke out in a cold sweat, then laughed out loud in the basement. Mr. Osman’s several trading companies were all shells used as fronts for overseas fraud syndicates to launder money! The funds Laura had been dreaming about for going abroad all came from dirty accounts. Not only that, I also recovered several eye-burning videos. The protagonists of the videos were actually Osman and Laura’s friend Isabella, who kept calling him sugar daddy! This seemingly innocent Isabella wasn’t just a business partner—she’d been sleeping with Osman all along. Laura had become a tool Isabella used to please her benefactor. I extracted those money laundering flow statements, along with the exam proxy transfer records and pornographic videos, and organized them into categories. As morning sunlight filtered into the basement, I pressed send. I sent them in encrypted compressed file format to the Economic Investigation Division’s verified report email, copying the tax bureau. Laura, it’s time to wake up from your dream of marrying into wealth.

Three days later, to whitewash her reputation, Laura held a high-profile banquet at a luxury hotel in the city center. She announced publicly that although her mother’s interference had temporarily prevented her from going to the UK, Mr. Osman had already arranged for her to enter a prestigious domestic academy. The banquet hall was brightly lit. Many of Osman’s business associates attended, along with Laura’s classmates. Social media influencers she’d invited for publicity filled the hall. I pushed open the banquet hall doors wearing old clothes, my right hand wrapped in thick bandages. The entire venue instantly fell silent. “Oh my god, that’s the evil mother from online, right?” “How does she have the nerve to show up? Dressed so shabby.” “Probably saw her daughter made it big and came to extort more money. So disgusting.” The guests pointed and whispered, their contempt undisguised. Laura stood on stage in a gown. Seeing me, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes, then she put on a wronged expression. “Mom, what are you doing here? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” She held the microphone, her voice choking. “But no matter how evil you are, you’re still my mom.” “As long as you admit your mistake in front of everyone today, I’m willing to forgive you.” Isabella sneered from the side, stirring things up: “Who apologizes standing up? If you’re truly repentant, you should kneel and apologize to Laura!” “Right! Kneel and apologize!” Several people who’d been bribed started jeering from below the stage. Just then, Osman stood up from the main table, holding documents, looking down at me condescendingly. “Since you’re here, just sign it.” Mr. Osman threw the documents on the floor in front of me. He used a threatening tone to make me sign that notarized statement admitting to slander and severing the mother-daughter relationship. Laura walked to the edge of the stage and threatened me in a voice only we could hear: “If you don’t sign today, I’ll have my online team destroy your reputation so you can’t survive in this city!” “Sign it, and I’ll give you back half the money from the passbook.” Give me back half? Using my lifeline money to threaten me? I looked at the humiliating document on the floor, then at that face on stage that resembled mine yet looked so hateful. I calmly bent down and picked up the pen with my left hand. “Fine, I’ll sign,” I said flatly. Laura and Isabella exchanged glances, smiles of triumph on their faces. Mr. Osman also exhaled a satisfied puff of smoke, watching me submit. I held the pen and walked up to the stage step by step, standing before Laura and Mr. Osman. Then, under everyone’s expectant gaze waiting for my submission, I used both hands and tore the document in half. Then I continued tearing, shredding the document to pieces. With a swoosh, I violently threw the handful of confetti into the shocked faces of Laura and Mr. Osman! Paper scraps fluttered to the floor. Laura screamed: “You crazy old woman, what are you doing?!” “What am I doing?” I looked at them, a cold smile curving my lips. My voice carried through the microphone across the banquet hall: “Laura, Osman. Did you really think that during these past few days when I didn’t fight back, all I did was make one phone call to the embassy?” As soon as I finished speaking, the guests in the hall who’d been ready to watch me humiliated looked at each other. Everyone fell silent. Laura paused, then covered her mouth and sneered: “Phone calls? Who else could you call? The psychiatric hospital?!” “You old hag, are you so traumatized you’re having delusions? Everyone look, this woman’s gone insane! Quick, get security to drag her out!” Isabella beside her joined in the mockery: “Exactly! Wearing rags to a five-star hotel pretending to be rich.” “Mr. Osman, look how pathetic she is. She’s probably money-crazy and daydreaming!” Osman crushed out his cigar, his expression dark, and barked: “A toast refused means a forfeit drunk! Someone, hold this crazy woman down!” “This agreement—she’ll sign it whether she wants to or not!” Two bodyguards immediately lunged toward me. Just as Laura and the others looked triumphant, BANG! The banquet hall doors were pushed open from outside!

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Today was my prenatal checkup. Just as I was about to leave, my husband, Ocean Pack’s Alpha Kael, received a call from his Beta. “Alpha Kael, Lila is standing on the outside of the harbor railing, saying if you don’t come see her one last time, she’ll jump.” He fell silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at me. “Elara, something happened to Lila. I might need to go check on her.” I looked into his eyes and spoke calmly: “Does it have to be you? What about me and the baby if you leave?” Kael’s voice trembled, unable to meet my gaze: “The Beta already called the police, but she won’t let anyone near her.” He gripped my hand tightly, so hard that his knuckles made faint cracking sounds. “Elara, that’s a human life. I promise, once she’s safe, I’ll send her away immediately.” “When I get back, I’ll go with you to the prenatal checkup.” With that, he grabbed the car keys and left without looking back. After he left, I collapsed to the floor clutching my abdomen as blood trickled down my thighs. The housekeeper rushed over when he saw me and carried me to the car, taking me to the hospital. The doctor shook his head at me in the emergency room, his voice full of regret: “Luna Elara, we couldn’t save the baby.” I closed my eyes and nodded gently. The baby was gone. Kael, our fate together has ended as well.

In the third winter of my marriage to Kael, he brought back a young Omega named Lila from the border during a hunting trip. Lila curled up in his cloak, lifting her head to glance at me timidly. Kael said she was being hunted by rogues with nowhere to go, and he wanted to take her in as an assistant. He promised she wouldn’t overstep. But I clearly saw the tenderness in Kael’s eyes when he said this, looking at Lila. I wanted to refuse, but that day, Kael lost his temper with me for the first time. “How can you be so heartless? Where else can Lila go if she doesn’t stay here?” “As Luna, don’t you have any grace at all?” That day, I knew that Kael had crossed the line with this Omega. I watched his figure disappear at the end of the hallway and suddenly laughed. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen as warm blood soaked through my dress. This child that Kael and I had hoped for over three years ultimately couldn’t be saved. After the D&C procedure, I returned to the villa I shared with Kael, my face deathly pale. The old housekeeper drove very slowly, asking nothing the entire way. The car stopped in front of the villa. I was clutching my aching abdomen and had just pushed open the car door when headlights lit up from behind. Kael saw me holding my stomach with my pale face and froze for a moment. Then he took two strides over and scooped me up in his arms. “Elara, what’s wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?” His voice carried panic as his arms tightened, holding me against him. When he lowered his head, a cheap perfume smell wafted over. My gaze swept across his neck, where a fresh red mark was imprinted. After entering the house, I pushed away his arms and stepped back, looking at him with disgust: “Kael, let’s get divorced.” Kael froze in place, then his expression turned irritated and impatient: “Elara! How long are you going to keep this up? I already told you I’ll send her away. Why can’t you be more understanding?” I looked at the man before me, my memories somewhat hazy. In every wolf’s eyes, Kael loved me deeply. He would fight the Rogue King for precious supplies for my sake. He would brawl with the elders who opposed our engagement for my sake. These things once made me believe I was the happiest Luna in the world. Until Lila appeared. The struggle and pain on Kael’s face were just like when he knelt before me begging for forgiveness. The first time I caught Kael and Lila having sex in our marriage bed, he swore to the heavens that he would drive Lila out of Ocean Pack and never see her again. That proud Alpha knelt at my feet in front of both packs. He said he was just confused for a moment, that the one he loved had always been me. At that time, I touched the barely formed child in my womb, softened my heart, and decided to give him one more chance. But now I know this man isn’t worth it. Kael grabbed my hand and opened his mouth with what he thought was devotion: “Elara, I told you this is the last time I’ll see her. Didn’t we agree to make things work? Please stop fighting with me, okay?” Looking at him, I only found the man before me utterly disgusting. I was too lazy to keep arguing with him. I directly called the housekeeper to take me to my room without even glancing at him. The sound of Kael smashing things rang out behind me. I couldn’t care less.

I settled into the lakeside healing cabin in White Moon Pack. I sat by the window wrapped in a thick blanket, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen. The old housekeeper brought medicine and meals every day, never mentioning Kael or what was happening at the villa. I was content with the peace, wanting only to completely distance myself from that place full of lies and betrayal. On the third afternoon, the wooden door was shoved open violently. Kael walked in with a chill, carrying several exquisite gift boxes. “Elara, I’ve been looking for you for three days. So you’ve been hiding here.” I didn’t turn around, still looking out the window: “I’m not hiding. I just don’t want to see you.” He walked to my side, reaching out to touch my hair, but I dodged by tilting my head. His hand froze in mid-air, his tone carrying a hint of grievance: “I know you’re still angry. I’ve already sent Lila to the European branch. I’ll never let her appear before you again for the rest of my life. I’ve already done this much. What more do you want?” I finally turned my head to look at him. His reddened eyes looked affectionate and pathetic, but I only felt extreme disgust. Thinking about how he had held Lila with these hands, spoken sweet words to Lila with this mouth, made me nauseous. “Kael, I don’t want anything.” My voice was calm. “I just want to divorce you.” The ingratiating expression on his face instantly vanished. “Divorce? Elara, are you insane? Just because of one insignificant Omega? I already sent her away! Are you still going to hold onto this?” I looked into Kael’s eyes and suddenly remembered long ago, when I first met him. Back then, I met Kael at a bar and fell in love with him at first sight. I believed he was my mate, wanting to spend my life with him. But when I learned he was Ocean Pack’s Alpha, I hesitated. Powerful Alphas always had all kinds of temptations around them. I didn’t know if Kael truly loved me. My parents respected my opinion greatly. They said if I was unwilling, I didn’t need to worry about the century-old alliance. I could take my time finding an Alpha I liked. It was Kael who knelt before White Moon Pack’s altar, swearing to the Moon Goddess. “Elara, I, Kael, will never betray you in this lifetime.” “There will only ever be you as my partner.” “I will protect you and White Moon Pack with my life.” The vows in my ears seemed like yesterday, yet had long become the biggest joke. “Insignificant?” I laughed. “When she was having sex with you in our marriage bed, did you think that too? When you knelt at my feet swearing before both packs, did you think that too?” “That’s all in the past!” He slammed the table, the gift boxes tumbling to the floor from the impact. “I told you I was just confused for a moment! The one I love has always been you! Can’t you be more magnanimous? As Ocean Pack’s Luna, you should have a Luna’s grace!” “I don’t have that kind of grace.” I stood up, took the divorce agreement from the drawer, and threw it in front of him. “Sign it. Let’s make a clean break.” Kael’s face instantly turned pale. He picked up the agreement, his fingers trembling uncontrollably: “You had this prepared all along? You’ve wanted to divorce me all along, haven’t you?” “You forced me to.” I looked at him, my eyes devoid of any warmth. “From the day you betrayed me, things between us were finished.” “I don’t agree!” He violently tore the agreement to shreds, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me. “The two packs’ alliance has been bound for a century. You think you can just divorce me? Do you want White Moon Pack and Ocean Pack to go to war?” “That’s your problem.” I walked around him toward the door. “I have countless backup copies of the agreement. In three days, I’ll formally submit the divorce application. If you don’t agree, we’ll see each other in court.” “Elara!” He rushed over to grab me, but I dodged to the side. “Get lost. Don’t let me see you again. You disgust me.” Kael looked at my resolute eyes and finally understood I wasn’t just throwing a tantrum. He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. Finally, he glared at me fiercely and slammed the door as he left. The snow outside fell heavier. I leaned against the doorframe, slowly sliding to sit on the floor. Tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

I moved back to White Moon Pack’s ancestral home. Mom didn’t ask much, just brought the medicine she’d prepared into my room. At dinner, I put down my spoon and spoke: “Dad, Mom, the baby is gone. I want to divorce Kael.” I cried as I told them everything. Mom’s soup bowl crashed onto the table. Her hand trembled as she touched my flat abdomen. “My poor child, how could you bear all this alone for so long?” Dad’s face turned ashen. After a long silence, he slammed the table hard: “You must divorce that animal! No century-old alliance is worth more than a single hair on your head!” I leaned into Mom’s embrace as the grievances I’d accumulated for days finally broke through. I stayed at the ancestral home. I thought the divorce process would proceed smoothly, but when Dad returned from the territory council hall, he was shaking with rage: “That animal Kael! He’s forcing all the processing plants on the West Coast to break their contracts with us, cutting off our fishery sales!” I shot to my feet, blood rushing to my head. How dare he? How could he have the nerve? I grabbed the car keys and rushed out. I had to ask him if he had even a shred of conscience left. I pushed open the door to Kael’s villa. Kael was half-reclined on the sofa. Lila was wearing my silk nightgown, the moonstone necklace my father gave me for my eighteenth birthday around her neck. She nestled in his arms, feeding him grapes. My treasured white porcelain tea set was now being used by her to brew cheap fruit tea. Hearing the commotion, Kael’s head snapped up, his expression instantly darkening. Lila shrank back, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “Who let you in?” His voice was ice-cold, without a trace of guilt. “Aren’t you the one clamoring for a divorce?” I pointed at the necklace around Lila’s neck, my voice trembling: “Kael, this is my villa. Your little Omega is wearing my things.” “What’s yours and mine?” He frowned, his face full of impatience. “Lila likes it, so what if she wears it for now? As Ocean Pack’s Luna, how can you be so petty and mean?” “I’m petty? You’re working with outsiders to cut off White Moon Pack’s livelihood, and you have the nerve to call me petty?” “You brought this on yourself!” Alpha Kael shot to his feet, shielding Lila firmly behind him. “You insisted on forcing me to send Lila away, then sent rogues to intercept and kill her on the road! If I hadn’t arrived in time, she’d already be dead! I’m doing this to teach you a lesson!” I looked at Kael, finding it utterly absurd: “Kael, she’s not worth my effort to deal with. I find it beneath me.” Kael demanded sharply: “If not you, then who? Besides you, who else would dare hire assassins on my territory?” Lila peeked out from behind him, sobbing softly: “Luna Elara, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ll leave right now. I’ll never disturb you two again.” As she spoke, she started to get up, but Kael pressed her back down. “Don’t go!” he shouted. “With me here, no one can bully you!” Watching Lila and Kael’s coordinated performance made me nauseous. I wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. Kael turned to look at me, deliberately softening his tone as he reached for my wrist: “Elara, stop this. I’ve already arranged it. Next week I’ll send Lila to the Antarctic research station. I’ll never let her come back for the rest of her life. Let’s forget about all this and live well together, okay?” Looking at his hypocritical face, the last trace of attachment in my heart turned completely to ash. I pulled my hand back, a shallow smile appearing on my face: “Okay.” Kael froze, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily. The joy in his eyes was impossible to hide: “Elara, I knew you still had feelings for me!” I withdrew my wrist and spoke calmly: “However, next week is the renewal ceremony for the two packs’ alliance. After the ceremony ends, I’ll move back.” He nodded repeatedly, so excited he could barely speak: “Yes, yes, yes! Whatever you say!” I said nothing more and turned to leave the villa. The moment I closed the door, the smile vanished from my face. Kael. Lila. What you owe me, what you owe my unborn child. I’ll claim it all back, principal and interest, at next week’s renewal ceremony.

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My boyfriend Ethan brought me home to meet his family. His adopted sister Leah had just gotten out of the pool, and her bikini strap had snapped. She let out a little cry, hands flying to her chest, and ran straight toward Ethan. “Ethan, the strap broke! Help me tie it back on!” The butler and servants all lowered their heads. Ethan seemed completely used to this. He took her hand, turned her around, and expertly tied a knot. His hand even slid across Leah’s bare back as he said flippantly, “What kind of cheap stuff did you buy? Next time I’ll get you something better.” I was so angry I nearly blacked out. “Ethan!” I snapped. “Are my words just going in one ear and out the other?” Leah turned back to look at me with timid eyes. “Claire, don’t read too much into it. We’re just siblings. If something was really going on between us, I’d already be the lady of this house, wouldn’t I?” After saying that, she turned back around, her voice taking on a coquettish tone. “Ethan, I’ve told you so many times—after you tie the bikini straps, you need to adjust things properly so the shape looks good!” “You’re like a block of wood. You totally ruined the shape.” Leah actually reached into her bikini right then and there, adjusting herself in front of Ethan like no one else was watching. And Ethan didn’t look away at all. His eyes dropped to her chest and stayed there for two full seconds. Then he sighed helplessly and actually reached out like he was about to help her. “Leah, don’t you have hands?” I finally snapped. I strode forward and planted myself between them. “Ethan, am I dead to you? Is this something you can just ‘help’ with? Even if you grew up together, there’s a line between men and women. Don’t you two have any sense of boundaries?” The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I’d always known Ethan had an adopted sister. But I had no idea they were this close—completely crossing the line between siblings. In front of all these people, and in front of me, they could do something like this. I didn’t dare imagine what went on when they were alone! The moment I finished speaking, the air went still for a beat. Then Ethan suddenly burst out laughing and wrapped his arm around me. “Jealous?” He nuzzled my neck with his nose. “You’re right. I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Don’t be mad. Besides, I completely see Leah as a kid. Looking at her is like looking at my own daughter.” That only added fuel to the fire. He still didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. Daughter? What kind of father ties his twenty-year-old daughter’s bikini and runs his hand down her back while he’s at it? I shoved his hand away irritably. Before Ethan could say anything, Leah clicked her tongue impatiently. “Come on, Claire. Ethan coaxing you once is cute. If you keep this up, you’re just being unreasonable.” Ethan’s mother—my future mother-in-law—walked over carrying a fruit platter, a polite smile plastered on her face. “Claire, it’s your first time visiting our home. Let’s not make a fuss over something so small. Ethan and Leah are just close. You’ll get used to it.” She handed me a piece of watermelon. “Leah grew up without parents. We all love her like she’s our own. Ethan especially treasures her. Please be understanding.” I was trembling with rage. Everyone around me was looking at me like I was overreacting. Including Ethan, who clearly didn’t think his behavior—or his family’s words—was problematic in the slightest. I took a deep breath, about to speak, when Leah suddenly started complaining loudly. She stamped her foot at Ethan. “Ethan, I’m hungry! Didn’t you say the chef was making sushi today? I can’t wait anymore!” Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed. He looked at me, his tone cooling. “Are you done making a scene? Can we go eat now? Leah has a sensitive stomach. If she goes too long without eating, it’ll hurt.” In that instant, my heart went cold. Was I the one making a scene? All he talked about was Leah. Because Leah wanted to eat, I had to swallow my grievances. With such a wonderful sister around, why did he even need a girlfriend? I closed my eyes, forcing back the sting of tears. “I’m done. Done making a scene, and done with you. Ethan, let’s break up.” The moment I turned to leave, I paused and looked back at Leah. “By the way, I heard siblings who are close sleep in the same bed to deepen their bond. I wish you and your brother a happy life together.” I strode toward the door. Ethan suddenly grabbed me, yanking me back so hard I stumbled. He gripped my wrist so tightly my bones ached. “Can you please give me some face in front of my family? Stop being so unreasonable!” “Tell me what you want to eat. After dinner, I’ll have the driver take us shopping. I’ll spend time with you properly, okay?” His tone softened, as if this were some enormous compromise. I laughed. Everything came after his precious sister. What was I to him? I wrenched my arm free and looked at my wrist, now red from his grip. I sneered. “No need, Mr. Brooks.” With that, I turned and walked away without hesitation. This time, Ethan didn’t follow. Behind me, I heard Leah’s gleeful voice. “Ethan, what’s wrong with her? We already said we’re siblings, but she insists on imagining there’s something between us. Total paranoia!” Ethan’s mother was sighing too. “Ethan, is this really the type of girl you like? She has such a temper. She’s going to cause trouble if you take her out.” Ethan rubbed his temples irritably and casually slung his arm over Leah’s shoulder as they walked toward the dining room. “Mom, drop it. I’m annoyed. Forget about her. If she wants to leave, let her leave.” “Come on, Leah. Let’s get you that coffee you love.” Tears streamed down my face instantly. I held them back as hard as I could, but the moment I got into the cab, I broke down completely. For this man, I’d turned down the stable job my parents had arranged and moved to his city all by myself. We’d been together for three years. I thought our love was unshakable. What an idiot I’d been!

The moment I got back to the apartment we shared, I started packing my things. For two whole days, Ethan didn’t call or text me once. I forced myself not to be pathetic and started planning my new life. I messaged the HR department of a company I’d previously turned down, asking if the Director’s Assistant position they’d offered me was still available. They replied quickly, saying the position was still open and asking when I could start. I told them next Monday. Just when I thought this chapter of my life was closing and I was ready to start fresh, the doorbell rang. I opened the door. Ethan stood there holding a huge bouquet of blue roses, though his expression showed little remorse. “Surprise!” He forced out a stiff smile and thrust the flowers forward like he was checking off a task. “Babe, I’m here to apologize. Forgive me, okay?” Even as he spoke, his eyes drifted over my shoulder into the apartment, as if checking for something. Before I could respond, Leah suddenly appeared from behind him. She shoved an elegant gift box into my arms with a bright smile. “Claire, don’t be mad. Getting angry all the time is bad for your skin.” With that, she breezed past me like she owned the place, slipping on house slippers and walking right in. Those were the fuzzy slippers Ethan had bought me—my favorite pair. Ethan immediately followed her in, not even glancing at me. All his attention was on Leah. “Careful. Don’t trip.” He pulled me onto the couch. “Baby, look—Leah even came all this way to apologize to you.” He opened the gift box. Inside was a necklace with a huge diamond that was almost blinding. “Remember that ‘Heart of the Ocean’ you glanced at during the auction? I bought it for you. Do you like it?” My heart skipped a beat. Before I could process it, he moved behind me and personally fastened the cold necklace around my neck. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. “It suits you.” Leah, who’d been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke up. Her tone carried just the right hint of envy. “You’re so lucky, Claire. Ethan treats you so well. I’m honestly jealous.” She stepped closer, staring directly at the necklace around my neck. Her lips formed a little pout and her eyes began to redden. “Ethan, I’ve never gotten such an expensive gift from you my whole life. At the auction, I told you how much I loved this ‘Heart of the Ocean,’ and you just pretended not to hear me…” The warmth on Ethan’s face instantly froze, replaced by guilt and indulgence toward his sister. He coaxed her, “Leah, be good. Next time I’ll buy you something nice first.” “I don’t want next time. I like this one,” Leah started whining, reaching out to tug on my arm. “Claire, you’re the sweetest. Can you just let me try on the necklace? Just for a second. Let me see how it looks. Just to satisfy my little wish…” “I—” Before I could finish, Ethan was already frowning impatiently. “Just let her try it on. It’s just a necklace. Leah likes it so much—why are you being petty with her?” Without even waiting for my consent, he personally unclasped the necklace he’d just put on me and turned to fasten it around Leah’s pale neck. “Ethan, this necklace looks way better on me. Look how beautiful it is!” Leah’s tears vanished instantly as she twirled around, beaming. Ethan smiled indulgently, his eyes full of doting affection. “Our Leah looks good in anything. You’re a natural.” Watching the two of them laughing and playing around in front of me, I felt nothing but nausea. The necklace that should have been mine had spent less than a minute on my neck before becoming a tool to please another woman. I forced a bitter smile. “Is this why you came today? Just to disgust me?” Leah shook her head innocently. “Claire, how can you say that!” “My brother gave you the ‘Heart of the Ocean’ just to make you happy. He’s never bought me a necklace this expensive!” “Before he came, he even called to ask me for advice. I was catching up on sleep after jet lag, and he woke me up with that phone call!” “Honestly, he’s so clueless about how to make a girlfriend happy. Claire, you really need to teach him.” Ethan smiled and patted her head. “Come on now. What kind of sister talks about her brother like this in front of other people?” “I’m not ‘other people’! I’m your closest sister!” In the blink of an eye, they were laughing and playfully shoving each other again. The “Heart of the Ocean” diamond swung back and forth in front of my eyes, stabbing painfully at my vision. I reflected on what kind of temporary insanity had made me open the door for them. Nearby, Leah was being tickled by Ethan, laughing so hard she could barely stand. “You’re so mean! I’m telling Claire all your dirty secrets!” She squirmed free and nimbly ran over to sit next to me, pulling out her phone and opening her photo album. I kept my face cold. I wanted to see just how much lower they could sink.

She tapped on a video. The scene showed the Brooks family study. Ethan was handling some documents. Leah, wearing a silk camisole nightgown, walked in carrying a glass of milk. She set the milk on the desk but didn’t leave. Instead, she climbed directly onto Ethan’s lap. “Ethan, you haven’t told me a bedtime story in forever.” Ethan put down his pen and looked at her helplessly. “How old are you? You still want bedtime stories?” Leah wrapped her arms around his neck and whined, “I don’t care. I want one.” Then she suddenly leaned down and kissed Ethan on the lips. “That’s a down payment.” The Ethan in the video froze. Then his Adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes darkened. He didn’t push her away. Instead, he lifted his hand to her back, his voice turning husky. “You little vixen.” The video cut off abruptly, the image shaking violently. Outside the video, Leah was doubled over laughing. She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m telling you, Ethan is so innocent. I was just teasing him and his face turned red as a tomato.” “But of course, he didn’t disappoint me. He carried me back to my room and told me stories all night long.” “No offense, Claire, but is your sex life a little… lacking? Ethan’s physical reaction was way too strong.” The video had just finished playing, freezing on Ethan’s face, written all over with desire. Ethan next to her reached out and flicked her forehead hard. “What nonsense are you spouting? Claire and I have a perfectly fine sex life. Mind your own business.” Leah refused to back down, and the two of them started roughhousing again like I wasn’t even there. The phone was tossed carelessly onto the couch by its owner. I calmly picked it up and sent that video—along with several other disgustingly intimate clips from her photo album—to my own phone. Then I deleted the sending history. When they’d finally tired themselves out, Ethan finally remembered I existed. He was still slightly out of breath as he looked down at me, his tone carrying a trace of commanding generosity. “Alright, you saw it. Even in that situation, all I did was tell her stories. I love you. That should be enough.” “So stop throwing tantrums, okay? Let’s just live our lives.” My chest felt stuffed with rage. So now he was the victim? But I forced that rage down and smiled, nodding. “Okay. I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” I was wrong, alright—wrong to think I could just walk away cleanly after breaking up. With scum like him and a homewrecker like her, if I didn’t ruin them both, how could I live up to the three years I’d wasted on him?

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I ran over a small dog while driving. The moment I felt the bump, I knew something was wrong. I heard a tragic yelp from under the wheels. I stopped the car and got out. It was a Corgi puppy, no bigger than my hand, probably barely a month old. It was twitching on the ground, its spine and two of its legs crushed by my tires. The owner was a young girl. She immediately burst into tears, dropping to her knees and scooping up the puppy. In its final moments, the puppy stuck out its tongue, its eyes brimming with tears. Blood kept dripping from its mouth. Unable to make a sound, it could only whimper, using its last ounce of strength to lick its owner’s face before its head went limp. The girl cried until her voice went hoarse. I felt terrible, too. The puppy was so small. But honestly, I felt she bore some responsibility for walking the dog off-leash, so I didn’t want to take full financial responsibility. The girl refused to compromise with me and called the police. When the officer arrived, I argued repeatedly that the girl should be entirely at fault. However, the officer still ruled it a 50/50 split in liability. In the end, I paid $3,000 in compensation because Corgis are expensive dogs. Three thousand dollars was too steep. The more I thought about it, the more unfair it felt. Luckily, this was a rural area on the outskirts of the county, and many of the street cameras were managed by the local community board, not as complicated as getting footage in the city. I hurried to the community center to check the surveillance footage, intending to gather evidence for an appeal to the traffic division. When I arrived at the community center, no one was there, but the office door was open, and a computer was on. I decided to check the footage myself first. What I saw on the screen proved that something was very wrong. In the video, as I drove past, the girl came out of her house holding the puppy. Once my car was clearly passing by, she suddenly threw the puppy right under my tires! I was dumbfounded. And what happened next was even more unbelievable. After the girl “called the police,” a white car, looking exactly like a police cruiser but suspiciously unmarked, pulled onto the road in the corner of the video. The car stopped behind a bend. A man stepped out—it was the very “police officer” who had just handled the case. The man wasn’t wearing a uniform initially. Only right before arriving at the scene did he hastily throw on a police uniform, attach a siren to the roof, slap on fake police decals, and put on fake license plates before slowly driving over. That’s when I realized: I had been the victim of a scam that cost a puppy’s life! Who could tolerate such a disgusting waste of a little life?! I kept watching the footage. After I left, the girl and the fake cop returned to their “cruiser” and immediately stripped off all the police markings. The man opened the trunk, revealing it was full of barely-alive puppies. They completely disregarded whether the puppies would suffocate. The man pulled out another puppy, this time a Pomeranian, and casually tossed it onto the ground. The puppy yelped as it hit the dirt, breaking a leg. It limped toward the girl, as if begging for her protection. The girl couldn’t care less that its leg was broken; after all, it was destined to be thrown under a car’s tires. Too lazy to pick it up gently, she grabbed the puppy by the scruff of its neck and walked away. They were serial scammers! Furious, I immediately dialed 911, then walked out the door toward my car. I originally intended to drive after them, but right before I got in, I calmed down. These people were professional scammers, criminals. I just needed to wait patiently for the real police to arrive. Confronting them myself was way too dangerous. I swallowed my anger, unlocked my car, opened the door, and got in. But the moment I sat down, the passenger door suddenly opened too. Before I could react, a man slid into the passenger seat. Without any hesitation, he grabbed my arm. Then I got a clear look at his face. It was the man who had just impersonated a police officer to scam me! I never expected this guy to track me down and ambush me. Did they make sure the victim had completely left the area after every scam? He stared at me dead in the eye and asked, “Buddy, what are you doing at the community center?” For a second, I didn’t know how to answer. Reason told me not to provoke criminals, so I said, “Just getting some paperwork.” He nodded and said, “Show me the paperwork.” I didn’t have any paperwork! I could only grab the door handle, desperate to get out of there. But the next second, the man suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket. Gripping my arm tightly, he said coldly, “You move, I stab you.” I froze instantly, my mind going completely blank. I had never been held at knifepoint in my entire life. Only then did I realize movies are full of crap. There’s no “staying calm under pressure.” The moment someone actually points a knife at you, your brain short-circuits. You can only stare at the blade, praying internally that he doesn’t plunge it into you! At that moment, the back door opened. The girl from earlier got into the car. She had completely dropped her pitiful act. She casually tossed the crippled Pomeranian aside, chewing gum, and asked, “Did he call the cops?” The man said, “Buddy, show me your phone.” I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. But right then, I saw a security guard walk out from around the corner. Terrified, I quickly rolled down the window and screamed at him: “Security! Help!” I thought that with a witness present, the man wouldn’t dare make a reckless move. Who knew he wouldn’t care at all. The security guard heard my voice, glanced at me, and actually acted like he saw nothing! While I was staring in disbelief, the man suddenly roared at the security guard, “You just let anyone look at the security footage?!” The security guard actually offered an apologetic, fawning expression: “I’m sorry, man. I just went to grab lunch.” “Lock the door when you leave from now on! And delete the footage!” That’s when I realized: this man was connected to the community board, and deeply! So deeply that the security guard could turn a blind eye even when he clearly saw me being held at knifepoint! I had no choice but to meekly hand over my phone. Even though he was the scammer, I was the one carefully apologizing, “Man, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I don’t want the money back, just consider it a tribute to you guys.” He flipped through my phone and said casually, “You actually did call the cops.” The girl in the back seat suddenly flared up. She slapped me hard across the face from behind and cursed, “Call the cops, my ass!” The slap landed hard on my face, making it sting, but the humiliation and pain were nothing compared to my fear of that knife! I whispered, “I’m sorry, I’ll tell the police I made a mistake right now.” The man replied casually, “Don’t say sorry. I can’t let you go.” Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach! I looked down. The man had plunged the knife into my gut! I could feel my abdominal muscles contracting violently. He pulled the knife out, and blood instantly gushed from the wound. My mind was in chaos. I stared at the wound, my head filled with the thought that I was going to die. I had a wife and kids, a mom and dad, but I was going to die! I clutched my stomach, my voice trembling as I spoke: “Why… it wasn’t a big deal, why…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I almost burst into tears. I was so scared. I was terrified of dying! I didn’t understand why I suddenly got into this mess, or why they had to kill me over something so trivial. The girl grabbed my hair and dragged me into the back seat. The man grabbed my legs and shoved me back. I wanted to fight back, but it hurt too much to move! In movies, when the protagonist gets stabbed in the stomach, they can still fight. But when I actually got stabbed, my first reaction was wanting to throw up. It hurt so much my whole body was shaking, and I was getting colder and colder. I could even feel my body temperature dropping as I lost blood. I had absolutely no strength, shivering from the cold! I was shoved into the back seat, my vision starting to go dark. The man got into the driver’s seat and started the car. The girl looked at me with contempt, like I was an animal, completely indifferent to whether I lived or died. Their reactions suggested this wasn’t their first time doing something like this. I wanted to plug the wound. Even with my hands pressing on it, blood kept flowing out. Fighting the dizziness, I grabbed some stickers my daughter played with from the back seat, peeling them off one by one and sticking them over my wound. Seeing what I was doing, the girl didn’t stop me. Instead, she found it hilarious, laughing continuously and telling the man to look at what I was doing. The man glanced back at me and burst out laughing too. My desperate struggle on the brink of death was nothing but a comedy to them. Weakly, I managed to stick all the stickers over my wound. Thank God, these stickers were all plastic-coated, making them harder for the blood to soak through. But eventually, I couldn’t fight off the encroaching darkness and passed out completely. In a daze, I felt like someone was touching me. Everything around me was very loud. I tried to open my eyes many times but had no strength. When I finally woke up, it was already daylight. Something was nuzzling my abdomen. I looked down and saw a dog sniffing my wound! Terrified, I quickly sat up, but the violent movement caused such intense pain I almost passed out again! Perhaps because of my sudden movement, a cacophony of shrill barking erupted around me. Clutching my stomach, I finally realized I was surrounded by dogs. I had been thrown into a massive dog pen, surrounded by fences, topped with wire mesh that reached all the way to the roof. My lips were cracked, and my throat burned with thirst. A pack of dogs stared at me in confusion. Finally, I spotted a large water trough in the corner. Several dogs were drinking from it. I don’t know what kind of primal instinct took over, but I crawled over to the trough, only to find the water inside was filthy, mixed with dog hair and muddy water. Even though I was dying of thirst, I refused to drink it. The psychological hurdle was too high. But I was so thirsty, and my body was alternating between hot and cold. My head felt heavy. I deduced I was probably dealing with an infection and a fever. The agony was unbearable. Eventually, I took off my sock and used it to scoop up water. I held the bulging sock as water filtered through, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth. Even if it was just a sock, it could at least filter out the dog hair and dirt. I used the sock to drink twice before I finally felt less thirsty. Once I regained some mental clarity, I began observing my surroundings. This was a massive dog breeding facility. Aside from the large circular pen I was in, there were many other similar pens. I could see mountains, and not just the foothills—I could see halfway up the slopes. Without a doubt, I was currently at a breeding facility deep in the mountains. Places like this usually need to be far away from residential areas, so the mountains are often a prime choice. While I was observing, I noticed a figure in the distance. It looked like a woman, limping, holding a phone and filming something. Because she was too far away, I couldn’t see clearly. But she stopped at every dog pen to film with her phone for a while before moving on to the next. She was getting closer and closer to me. When she got close enough, I saw her face clearly and was completely dumbfounded, because I recognized this person! She was a local internet personality known as “Kind-Hearted Chloe,” with hundreds of thousands of followers. She was disabled herself, but naturally compassionate. She usually made videos about rescuing sick, disabled, and abandoned dogs. She had even set up donation channels to help these poor animals. Even I had donated twenty bucks to her! Seeing her, I frantically hit the wire mesh and yelled: “Chloe! Can you see me? Help me!” Chloe was filming with her phone. She heard my voice, glanced at me, then ignored me and continued filming. My heart went cold. I understood. Kind-Hearted Chloe. We all thought she was a good person rescuing dogs, and everyone donated to her, hoping she could save more small animals. Now I realized, those sick dogs were probably all their tools. Alive, these dogs were tools to extort money. When they were about to die of illness, even their corpses could turn a profit. Chloe completely ignored me. After finishing her video, she took another dog from a different pen and said into the camera: “The little Golden Retriever with a broken leg that was abandoned by its owner last time is doing much better now. Today, we’re going to continue its treatment.” I didn’t dare yell, because I knew that since she dared to film in front of me, it meant she wasn’t livestreaming. If I dared to make a sound and ruin her video recording, they would definitely torture me again! Chloe took out a medical kit, recording a video, lovingly feeding the little Golden Retriever medicine. An injured dog was receiving treatment, while I, a dying human being, could only cling to life! After Chloe finished filming, she didn’t record my cage at all, simply walking past me. Suddenly, I saw something drop from her hand. I looked down and realized it was medicine. I reached out and pulled the medicine towards me. Veterinary Amoxicillin tablets, veterinary fever reducers, and some rubbing alcohol. These medicines didn’t have cardboard packaging, just the plastic blister packs. I looked at Chloe; she was still recording, acting as if she had absolutely nothing to do with those pills and had seen nothing. I quickly opened the medicine. Many pet medications are universal with human ones, just in much smaller doses. I took several pills and shoved them into my mouth. Then I looked at Chloe again. My intuition told me she was a good person, but she couldn’t be associated with me, not even giving me the cardboard boxes for the medicine. To avoid causing her trouble, after taking the anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing pills, I dug a hole in the dog pen and buried the remaining medication. After taking the medicine, I took off my shirt and lured a nearby puppy to bite it. The puppy, not knowing any better, thought the shirt was a toy and bit down hard, pulling back and forth until the shirt finally tore. I pushed the puppy away and tore the shirt into strips of cloth. Then, I grabbed the stickers covering my wound. Finally steeling myself, I gripped the stickers and ripped them off. The agonizing, soul-tearing pain almost made me scream out loud. I bit down on my teeth so hard I thought they might shatter. With every millimeter the sticker was peeled back, my agony increased exponentially! Blood flowed from the wound. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, pulling until all the stickers were ripped off! I checked the wound. It was still bleeding, but not as heavily as yesterday. Some puppies curiously approached. I waved my hand forcefully, and the wound immediately flared with pain, causing me to hunch over. Gritting my teeth again, I poured the rubbing alcohol directly onto my wound. I had been hunched over, but the moment the alcohol hit the wound, the pain was so intense my legs straightened out! Gasping for air, I wrapped the cloth strips around the wound, tying them as tightly as I could. Simply cleaning the wound drained a massive amount of my energy. I collapsed on the ground, feeling completely drained, but I still managed to dig a hole and bury the alcohol bottle before lying down to rest.

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There were five people in our family. Dad bought 10 crabs. But when they were steamed and served on the table, only 4 were left. Grandma naturally dropped one into her own bowl, leaving mine completely empty like a sick joke. Before I could even pout or feel wronged, Mom, who had just gotten off work late, marched up and snatched the crab right out of Grandma’s bowl with her fork and handed it to me. She glared at her and said, “At your age, do you really deserve the best meat? Here’s a leg, suck on it yourself.” 01 I look exactly like my mom, but my personality is as soft as my maternal grandpa’s. Whenever I came home crying after being bullied, Mom would sigh, wondering how I managed to skip a generation and inherit Grandpa’s temperament. “Chloe, don’t be scared. Mom will teach you. If a boy bullies you, kick him where it hurts. If a girl bullies you, punch her in the chest. Works every time.” She would crouch in front of me, patiently teaching me how to retaliate swiftly and ruthlessly. Sitting nearby, my dad, Mark, would shift uncomfortably, crossing his legs tight, and soon make an excuse about needing a smoke to escape to the porch. I would stare at my mom in innocent confusion, not quite understanding how she could use such a beautiful face to drop eight F-bombs in a single sentence. It wasn’t until I saw her and my maternal grandmother getting drunk and trading dirty jokes that I learned what the phrase “runs in the family” truly meant. Mom was at her wits’ end with my absolute inability to toughen up. She would sigh and tell Dad that one day she’d have to find me a six-foot-four lumberjack to protect me. Fortunately, my younger brother, Leo, stepped up to fill that role early. At barely eight years old, he was already unusually tall, clearly destined to be a big, tough guy. But Leo was energetic and mischievous. Mom and Dad worked and traveled a lot, so they didn’t always have time to watch him, and with my soft personality, Leo wasn’t exactly intimidated by me. That’s when Dad’s mother—my paternal grandmother—chimed in. She said she had plenty of free time to help raise the kids and actively volunteered to move in. My parents thought it would be a great opportunity for us to bond with her, so they didn’t refuse. So, the year Leo was seven and a half and I was twelve, Grandma officially moved in with us. Leo and I didn’t have many memories of her. Aside from visiting her for a few days during the holidays, we hardly ever saw her. But Dad had told us many stories about her life, explaining how hard things were for her when she was young, and reminding us to always love our grandmother. So, I was genuinely looking forward to her arrival. But I was sorely disappointed… “What is this? Why is there such a huge difference between Chloe’s room and Leo’s?” She hadn’t even put her suitcases down before she toured the whole house, hands behind her back. She pointed at my bedroom and asked Dad: “Why does a girl need a room this big? Look at poor Leo, stuck in that little space…” Saying that, she crouched down and asked my brother, who was bouncing a soccer ball, if he wanted to trade rooms with his sister. Leo didn’t say a word. He just rolled his eyes at her, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the front door. “I’m meeting my friends for soccer. Dad, you entertain Grandma yourself!” His attitude made Grandma furious. Even from down the street, we could hear her screaming inside the house about how my mother had raised a disrespectful brat. “Listen to me, you need to toughen up. Just ignore Grandma, you hear?” At the convenience store, Leo bought a Popsicle, broke it in half, and handed me a piece. “At her age, she’s still playing that sexist ‘boys are better than girls’ garbage. Totally delusional.” I held the Popsicle, taking a bite, not really knowing how to respond. After a long pause, I just squeezed out, “She’s our grandma. Surely she won’t be that bad.” “Whatever. I’m just going to have to keep a closer eye on you, otherwise she’ll sell you out and you’ll be happily asking if she got a good price.” Leo sighed helplessly. Standing almost as tall as me, he reached out and pinched my nose. “You’re such a pushover.” “Ugh, stop! Show some respect, I’m your older brother, don’t pinch my nose!” I chased him playfully in the sunlight, angry but laughing, while he dodged me with a grin. I thought the room-swapping comment was just a minor hiccup. I never expected it to be just the beginning. 02 Mom reacted to the room-swapping complaint by cold-laughing and pretending she didn’t hear it. No matter how many outdated, old-school traditions Grandma cited, it was useless. If Mom ignored it, Dad—the ultimate devoted husband—would never agree to it either. As for Leo, the fact that he didn’t actively argue with her face-to-face was already the peak of his respect for his elders. And then there was me. For days, Grandma couldn’t stand the sight of me. But she didn’t dare say anything in front of my parents. Instead, she would corner me in secret, talking about how back in her day, girls were put to work in the fields by age seven. She told me that once I finished middle school, I’d be going back to the country with her to do manual labor. It gave me nightmares for days. I dreamed of angry cows and sheep chasing me, asking why I hadn’t cut the grass for them yet. Leo noticed I looked exhausted and asked what was wrong. I hesitated, genuinely scared, but eventually told him. He didn’t say anything. But that night, he snuck into Grandma’s room wearing a creepy mask and played ghost noises on his phone. It scared the old woman so badly she slipped, fell hard on her tailbone, and had to be rushed to the ER for X-rays and a cast. Before my parents could double-team him with a spanking, Leo sneaked into my room, crouched by my bed, and said: “You know, you’d rather have nightmares for days than just tell me. You might as well stop being my older sister and just be my little sister.” “Come on, call me ‘Big Brother’ and let me enjoy it.” Before I could snap back at him, Mom threw the door open, her face dark like a storm cloud, and hauled him out by his collar. Then came the soprano roaring: “You little punk! You’re getting too bold! First you make your grandmother fall, and now you’re making your sister call you ‘Big Brother’?” “If I don’t keep you in check, you’re gonna start acting like you own this house!!!” Then came the smack smack sounds of a spanking. Leo was tough—he didn’t let out a single cry. A few minutes later, he even provoked Dad, saying, “Didn’t even hurt.” So Dad rolled up his sleeves and tagged in. I hid behind my door, trying to step out and stop them several times, but Leo kept waving me back. He mouthed silently: [I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t get involved, or that old witch will hold a grudge and make your life hell when she gets back.] I nodded, crying. But after a few minutes, I couldn’t hold it in. I ran out and told my parents the whole story, cause and effect. They were stunned, but after hearing me out, they didn’t say much. While Dad was putting an ice pack on Leo’s backside, he turned to me: “Chloe, all those things I told you before… I didn’t mean you have to just take whatever Grandma dishes out. Girls from her generation had it rough, working the fields at eight or nine was normal, but that doesn’t mean it applies today.” Mom took over: “When your dad and I were kids, the hardest thing we ever did was maybe feed the neighbor’s chickens a few times. Ignore your grandmother. Quitting school to do manual labor? That’s total bullshit!” When Mom gets fired up, her language belongs in a dive bar, but beneath the crude words was nothing but fierce love for me. I wiped my tears, nodded, and promised them I wouldn’t listen to Grandma anymore. To me, the incident was over. But it left a massive knot in my mom’s heart. When Grandma got discharged from the hospital, Mom bought her a smartphone and taught her how to use Facebook and TikTok. Whenever Mom had free time, she would send Grandma videos. They were all highly targeted clips with titles like “Gossiping Old Woman Bitten by Dog,” “Mean Grandma Hit by Grocery Cart,” or “Karma: Falling Flowerpot Hits Toxic Elder.” Grandma didn’t know how to block people, so she spent every day with a dark scowl, watching videos of people her exact age suffering horrific accidents because of bad karma. “Don’t be scared of her, Chloe,” Mom said gently while helping me wash my hair in the tub. “Old folks like your grandmother are paper tigers. One match and they go up in smoke.” “Next time she dares to talk trash to you, I’ll have your dad boot her right back to her hometown so she can relive her glorious childhood of farm labor.” 03 Maybe my family’s protectiveness was a bit too obvious, because Grandma never made those kinds of comments to me again. But her dislike for me was very real. Walking home from school, I often saw her chatting with the other elderly ladies in the neighborhood. Whenever my name came up, she would complain that my parents spoiled me, saying I was too pampered and didn’t know my place, and that I’d suffer terribly when I got married. I didn’t understand why, as a woman herself, she felt the need to project such a malicious future onto me. But I had promised my parents and Leo that I wouldn’t take her words to heart. So I walked up to her naturally and said, “Grandma, I’m hungry.” She jumped, sending peanut shells flying from her lap as she stood up. “Oh, Chloe… why… why are you home so early?” “It’s Friday, we get out a period early.” I smiled at her. “Grandma, I’m hungry.” “Listening to you talk, I thought Chloe had turned into a complete delinquent, but she’s just the same sweet girl as always!” Mrs. Henderson, one of the neighbors chatting with her, rolled her eyes at Grandma. “If I hadn’t watched this kid grow up, I’d have thought you were talking about someone else’s daughter.” “Exactly. If you said that about the Smith kid or the Johnson kid, I’d believe it, but Chloe? Give me a break.” The other ladies chimed in, shutting Grandma down. Her face looked awful. She couldn’t take it for more than a minute before making an excuse and hurrying inside. “Chloe, tell your mom to keep a closer eye on her mother-in-law,” Mrs. Henderson called out to me. “We all know your family, we know you’re a good kid. But strangers don’t! She’s out here running her mouth every day, spilling the family’s business like a leaky bucket!” “Okay, I’ll tell Mom!” I said goodbye to the ladies and hurried upstairs. I dropped my backpack and started my homework, planning to tell Mom when she got home later. Dad also came home early that day. He was carrying a large styrofoam cooler and mysteriously called Leo and me over to look. “Wow! These crabs are huge!” Leo picked up two massive Blue crabs, holding one in each hand to play with. “Dad, let’s not eat them yet. Let me play with them for a couple of days.” “You little punk, if you play with them for two days they’ll be dead and rotting. You can play with them for a bit right now.” “Awesome! Then we can eat rotten crab!” “You little brat!” I gently poked a bubbling crab with a chopstick, smiling as I listened to them bicker. Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen, saw the cooler of crabs, and looked incredibly moved. “Mark, how did you know I was craving crab lately?” “Huh? You like crab, Mom?” Dad scratched his head. “I never heard you mention it. I would have bought more. There’s only 10 here.” “That’s plenty, plenty!” Grandma came out and carried the cooler into the kitchen. “That’s more than enough!” Without the crabs to play with, Leo huffed and went back to his room. I didn’t have much to say to Grandma, so I went back to mine too. It wasn’t until the rich, savory smell of steamed seafood filled the entire house that we finally came out and sat at the dining table. “So big!” Leo drooled looking at the plate. Grandma smiled and served him the two biggest ones. Then she gave Dad two. But when it came to me, the plate was empty. “Mom?” Dad paused with his fork and looked at her. “Where’s Chloe’s?” “What’s the rush? Don’t you see I don’t have one either? The rest aren’t done steaming yet.” Grandma took a bite of her green bean casserole. “Big crabs take longer to steam. We have to wait for the others, or we’ll get food poisoning.” That made sense, so Dad didn’t say anything else. But as we ate, hearing the crack crack of Leo breaking crab shells made me feel a little left out. “I’ll let you have one to satisfy your craving, look at you pouting.” Suddenly, a bright red crab appeared in my bowl. Leo bumped my arm. “But I get to pick your biggest one later!” “Okay.” I smiled and picked up the crab, but just as I was about to crack the shell, Grandma snatched it away with her tongs. “Why are you taking his? There’s barely enough to go around as it is. What kind of older sister acts like this?” I was stunned. I watched helplessly as Grandma dropped the crab back into Leo’s bowl and pressed it down into his rice. Instantly, the crab was covered in sticky white rice. My heart gave a sharp twinge, and my eyes welled up. “What are you doing?! I wanted to give it to her! Mind your own business!” Leo slammed his fork down and stood up, furious. “Leo Evans!!!” Seeing Leo about to start swearing, Dad got angry. “She is your grandmother! Do not speak to her like that!” “Just because she’s old doesn’t mean she’s great! Why does she get to bully my sister?!” “…Grandma might not know how to express it, but she doesn’t hate your sister. Didn’t you notice her bowl is empty too?!” That argument shut Leo down. It was true. Grandma hadn’t eaten a crab either. Snatching Leo’s away didn’t necessarily mean she was targeting me. So I swallowed the lump in my throat, rubbed my eyes, and kept eating my rice. Leo didn’t say a word. He picked up his dropped fork, walked over to Grandma, muttered a stiff “Sorry,” then went to the kitchen to grab a clean fork. Dinner resumed, but the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive. Dad tried to give me the crab from his bowl, but I refused. I looked at Grandma and said quietly, “Grandma hasn’t had one yet. Give it to her first.” Dad patted my head and praised me for being so mature. And just like that, the crab went into Grandma’s mouth. Even after dinner ended, the steamer pot in the kitchen was still humming. I figured saving the remaining four crabs for a late-night snack with Mom wasn’t a bad idea, so I didn’t bring it up. But late into the night, after Mom had showered and was sitting on the couch with a face mask watching Netflix, the crabs still hadn’t appeared. I couldn’t describe how I felt. My eyes just burned, and I wanted to cry. “What’s wrong, Chloe? Did your brother prank you again?” Mom waved me over. “Don’t cry. As soon as I take this mask off, I’ll go beat him up for you.” “Sniff… Mom…” I buried my face in her shoulder. “Why doesn’t Grandma like me?” “Huh? Her?…” Mom pulled me onto her lap and stroked my hair. “Because she’s brain-damaged. She suffered when she was young, so now she wants to tear up everyone else’s umbrella. She’s crazy, just ignore her.” “Today she…” Hugging Mom’s arm, I told her exactly what happened. Hearing this, Mom ripped her face mask off and marched me right into the kitchen. “Crabs, huh? Well, Mom’s on her period so I shouldn’t eat much seafood anyway. You can eat all four of them, kiddo.” She smiled and opened the fridge. “We won’t give any to that little brat. They’re all yours.” I smiled through my tears and nodded vigorously. But we turned the entire kitchen upside down and couldn’t find the remaining crabs. Logically, there should have been six left. Yet aside from a lingering seafood smell in the air, there were zero crabs. Mom took a deep breath, grabbed my hand, and marched to Grandma’s bedroom door, knocking loudly. The heavy, rhythmic pounding reflected exactly how impatient Mom was. Leo poked his head out of his room, signing to me to ask what was wrong. I shook my head and told him, “The crabs are missing.” “What? You STILL haven’t eaten?!” Leo sprinted out of his room, completely baffled. “It’s been like six hours! How have you not eaten yet?” “…” I didn’t answer. I just hung my head in silence. 04 “What are you doing this late?! I’m trying to sleep!” Grandma opened the door, her face dark. “I don’t keep the same crazy hours as you people.” “Oh! I thought you were hiding in your room eating in secret and were too scared to open the door!” Mom rolled her eyes, pushed past her, walked into the room, and sat down, crossing her legs. “Where are my crabs? Mark bought crabs and I haven’t seen a single leg. Where did you hide them?!” “Who said they were for you? Mark bought those to respect his mother!” “Please. You’ve probably never even seen a crab in your village, why would he buy them for you?” Mom tossed her hair, her expression full of absolute disdain. “Stop changing the subject. Where are my crabs!” “You!” Grandma choked on her rage, rolled her eyes, and aimed her guns at me. “Well aren’t you something, Chloe. I stop you from stealing your brother’s crab at dinner, so you go crying to your mother behind my back? You don’t even—” “I said stop changing the subject! WHERE ARE THE CRABS!!!” Mom slammed her fist on the table, stood up, and towered over Grandma. “I’m asking you a question! Dare to say one more word about Chloe and see what happens!” The room was packed with gunpowder. Grandma glared at me venomously and shut her mouth. I took a step back, feeling a chill run down my spine. I didn’t understand why Grandma was looking at me with such pure hatred. Was it just because I asked about the food that was supposed to be mine? Leo stepped in front of me, glaring back at her. “Let me guess, you only served four crabs on purpose just to mess with my sister and make sure she couldn’t eat, right?!” “What kind of grandmother are you? Even Mrs. Henderson next door treats us better!” “YOU!!!” Grandma clutched her chest and collapsed onto the floor, wailing, “I’m so old and I have to suffer like this! I don’t want to live anymore!!!” She was making so much noise that Dad, who was up in his second-floor office, got startled and hurried down to see what was going on. Seeing Dad, Grandma found her savior. She immediately grabbed him and demanded he mediate. “Crabs? Why are we fighting about crabs again?” Dad was confused and looked at Mom. “Did Leo complain to you? He was the one out of line this afternoon, you can’t just listen to his nonsense.” “Does your son look like the kind of kid who complains when he loses?! It was your daughter!” Mom impatiently kicked the bedroom door. “Your wonderful mother lied to Chloe’s face, telling her to wait for her food, and now it’s almost the next day and she hasn’t had a single bite!” “No way. Mom!” Dad looked at Grandma in disbelief. “Didn’t you say you’d bring them to her room later? Where are the crabs?!” “Yeah! Where are they!” Mom crossed her arms and sneered. “Where did you hide them? If you love them so much, why don’t you take them back to your farm and plant them in the dirt? Maybe you’ll grow a whole crab tree next spring.” 05 The pressure was entirely on Grandma. The glaring eyes were practically burning holes through her. Seeing that Dad wasn’t defending her, Grandma sat on the floor and started wailing again: “Why am I even alive?! Interrogating me over a few stupid crabs! Oh, Mark’s father, why did you have to die so early?!” When old people decide to be utterly unreasonable, it’s incredibly draining. But Mom’s temper was notoriously stubborn and fierce. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at Leo. The smart kid instantly got the memo. He dragged a huge basket of snacks from the living room cabinet, set it on the desk, and pulled me down to sit beside him, eating chips while watching Grandma cry. At first, Dad wanted to say something, but after catching the suppressed, violent rage in Mom’s eyes, he wisely kept his mouth shut. So, in Grandma’s bedroom, the four of us sat in a row on the bed, each holding a bag of snacks, munching away while watching Grandma weep on the floor. “Here, crab-flavored sunflower seeds. Eat these first so you don’t starve.” Leo handed me a bag, clicking his tongue in awe at the wailing woman on the floor. “This is my first time seeing an adult throw a literal tantrum on the floor up close. Really expanding my horizons here.” Hearing this, Mom laughed. “Well, you got a free show. Hurry up and thank your grandmother.” Dad and I stayed silent, chewing our snacks and waiting patiently. We waited for about four or five minutes. Grandma finally ran out of energy to cry. She sat on the floor, glaring at us. “Done crying? If you’re done, let’s talk about the crabs.” Mom spoke lazily. “If you can’t explain it clearly, you can go back to crying. I’m in no rush.” Lying on the floor, Grandma gritted her teeth in pure hatred. She suddenly scrambled up, pointed at Mom, and screamed: “So what if I just didn’t want you two eating them?! I gave the rest of those crabs away to the neighbors, and I made sure not to save a single bite for you!” Then she turned and pointed a wrinkled finger at me. “Such a manipulative little schemer at this age! Running your mouth and complaining! Let me tell you something—where I grew up, a useless little thing like you would have been thrown in the river and drowned the second you were born!!” The sheer malice in her words was terrifying. I shrank back, shivering in absolute fear, almost dropping my bag of snacks. “You motherf—!!!” Mom lunged off the bed straight at her. “How DARE you say that to Chloe!” Mom wasn’t a big woman, but according to her, she used to be the toughest girl in her high school. She was never afraid of a fight, routinely taking on six people at once. So, from the moment she lunged to the moment she tackled Grandma onto the bed, pinning her down, the rest of us were in total shock. Dad reacted the fastest. He rushed over, grabbed Mom, and physically peeled her off Grandma: “Sarah, calm down, calm down! Two more punches and you’ll actually kill the old lady!” “Yeah, Mom! Going to jail for manslaughter isn’t worth it!” Snapping out of his shock, Leo chimed in: “I’m weak, I’ll take the assault charge! Let me get revenge for my sister!” Saying that, he tried to dive onto the bed to claw at Grandma. Luckily, Dad had quick reflexes and snagged Leo by the collar, hauling him back. Otherwise, there was no telling how badly Grandma would have been beaten. Honestly, I never expected things to escalate like this. I watched in a daze as Dad played human shield, blocking Mom and Leo, who had both transformed into ferocious dragons. “I don’t want to live!!!” Grandma, who had been pushed down, wailed even louder, rolling around on the floor. “Beating me over a few crabs! Just let me die!”

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I thought my ex-husband talked too much. So, after the divorce, I found myself a mute boyfriend. My “little mute” was young, sweet, and practically perfect in my eyes. One day, I went to his college dorm to pick him up. Instead, I overheard a conversation with his roommate. “Cam, how long are you going to keep pretending?” “Until I get bored.” 01 Just as I stepped into the men’s dorm hallway, I heard someone laughing. “Cam, what’s it like playing the mute card to hook up with your own aunt?” I subconsciously stopped and stood by the door. After a long pause, a deeper voice replied. “It’s whatever.” Through the crack in the door, I saw a tall college boy sitting on a chair, legs crossed. His eyelids drooped, giving him an incredibly aloof, “over-it” look. “So when are you going to dump her? Isn’t it annoying not being able to talk every day?” “Is it annoying for you to talk every day?” He spun his phone in his hand, looking utterly impatient. “I’ll do it when I get bored.” I didn’t make a sound. Pretending I hadn’t heard anything, I turned and walked back downstairs. I sent him a text: “I’m here, where are you?” The reply came quickly. “Got it, coming right down!” Seconds later, a figure dashed out of the dorm building. Cameron Reed was still wearing the same black hoodie. But the annoyed expression was gone, replaced by a sunny, enthusiastic face. He walked up to me with a wide grin, looked down, and tapped on his phone. [Hey, did you wait long?] “Not too long.” He looked at me for two seconds, blinked, and typed again. [You look upset. Are you annoyed from waiting?] I turned to look at the boy holding up his phone, carefully trying to please me. I let out a breath. “No, just work stuff.” [Oh.] The boy lowered his eyes, looking disappointed. This demeanor was too different from what I had just seen in his dorm. It almost made me doubt if the previous scene was just my imagination. He sat obediently in the passenger seat, then suddenly thought of something. [Can you wait a few more minutes?] I nodded, and he immediately opened the car door and ran out. While waiting for him, I hesitated for a moment before clicking on Richard Sterling’s profile. “You mentioned before that you have a nephew. What’s his name?” Soon, the man I hadn’t contacted in ages replied. Richard: “Cameron Reed.” Richard: “Why?” I was about to reply when the car door suddenly opened. I hurriedly shoved my phone into my pocket as Cameron got in. With one hand in his pocket, he buckled his seatbelt and then suddenly pulled out a lollipop. Strawberry flavored. He pushed it toward me. “For me?” The boy nodded, [Don’t be mad anymore, okay?] 02 I was a low-income student sponsored by Richard Sterling. Marrying him was purely because he needed it. He needed an obedient, compliant wife to deal with his grandfather pushing him to get married. And I was the perfect, easily manipulated candidate. While we were together, I rarely had the chance to learn about his family. But I did have a vague impression of this nephew who was always shipped off to boarding schools. A reckless, spoiled rich kid. A young master whose wild antics gave even Richard headaches. And this very terror was now sitting next to me, looking like a total angel. Putting on such a good act—I found it quite amusing. The car stopped at a red light, and I looked at him. “Kiss me.” The boy froze, then his eyes gradually deepened. I didn’t need to ask twice; he leaned over and grabbed my chin. And gave me a solid, passionate kiss. No matter how well Cameron pretended in daily life, he could never hide that primal, predatory instinct when things got physical. Suddenly, a car next to us honked twice. Before I could react, it honked again. I turned and saw the window of the adjacent car rolling down. Revealing a very familiar face. Richard Sterling? I tensed up instinctively, but then realized he couldn’t control me anymore. The man’s expression was far from pleasant, his tone sarcastic. “So desperate you can’t even wait?” I flashed a smile. “Young people have a lot of energy. Forgive the show, Mr. Sterling.” Richard’s face darkened, his gaze bypassing me to look at the passenger seat. I subconsciously tensed and blocked his view. “The light’s green, I shouldn’t hold up traffic.” With that, I rolled up my window first. Looking at Cameron again, he was staring out the window, lost in thought. I suddenly wondered what Richard’s expression would have been if he had discovered that the person passionately kissing me today was his own nephew. But this situation was too interesting. I really didn’t want it to end just yet. 03 As soon as we got inside my apartment, Cameron couldn’t wait and threw himself at me. He held me urgently, kissing my lips. [I don’t like him.] “Don’t like who?” [Your ex-husband.] “Oh.” I leaned in, brushing against his earlobe. “What a coincidence, I don’t like him either.” He scooped me up with one arm and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a gasp and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. He silently smirked, a flash of triumph in his eyes. I suddenly remembered what his roommate asked him today. “What’s it like hooking up with your aunt?” He said, “It’s whatever.” But I felt differently. Hooking up with my ex-husband’s nephew. That feeling… was fucking fantastic. Richard used to be wild too. But it was the wildness of someone in power. It was all taking; I didn’t enjoy it at all. But Cameron was different. I knew he was trying to please me. This pleasure reached its peak after discovering his true identity. Just as he was impatiently trying to get started. My doorbell suddenly rang. [Ignore it.] Soon, the doorbell turned into my phone ringing. “Must be something important.” I patted Cameron’s head soothingly. And grabbed the phone with one hand. “Open the door.” It was Richard. “I’m not home.” “I saw your car, open the door.” I paused. “It’s not a good time right now.” The person outside seemed to be lighting a cigarette. “Are you with that guy?” “We’re divorced, it’s none of your business.” “Then let’s get remarried.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed shocked by them himself. Neither of us said anything else. A faint static hummed through the phone line. I spoke first. “You’re drunk. Have your assistant take you home.” “Open the door first.” “It’s really not a good time.” “Heh, Audrey, you’re getting bolder and bolder.” He let out a scoff, as if remembering something. “Wait, I almost forgot. Taking advantage of me being drunk to steal a kiss, playing dumb to propose to me—you’ve always been pretty bold.” The call ended. I was still caught up in Richard’s words. I really did love him back then. The first time I saw Richard was right after I started college. Full of reckless courage, I marched into his company just to see the benefactor who sponsored me. Falling for him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I never thought I’d actually marry him one day. After getting married, I lived in my own pink bubble. Thinking my love alone could sustain a relationship for two. Until Chloe’s appearance shattered my dream. [Audrey?] A hand reached from behind me. I turned around. Cameron was standing right behind me. I was suddenly very curious. If this guy knew that the real reason Richard and I divorced was because of another woman… What would he do? Would he go play the mute to seduce Chloe? The mute act is getting old, maybe he could pretend to have a limp… Thinking this, I couldn’t help but laugh. I patted Cameron’s cheek. “I’m not really in the mood right now. Let’s take a rain check.” With that, I stood up and put on my robe. Completely missing the increasingly complex expression on Cameron’s face. 04 That night, I was sleeping groggily when a vibration woke me up. S: [Cam, we’re just waiting on you at The Enigma.] S: [Got some really hot girls here, you sure you don’t want a drink?] That’s when I realized. I was holding Cameron’s phone. Hearing the shower running in the bathroom, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. A few minutes later, Cameron came out. Afraid of waking me, he tiptoed to his side of the bed. He picked up his phone, swiped a few times, tossed it aside, and grabbed his jacket. I pretended to just wake up and opened my eyes. “Going out?” [My advisor needs to see me about something. I have to go back to campus.] “Now? It’s almost midnight.” Cameron spread his hands in a helpless gesture. I scoffed inwardly. It was a waste of talent that this rich kid hadn’t gone into acting. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I patted his head comfortingly. “A senior’s life is a tough one, no human rights. I get it.” I waited a few minutes after Cameron left before slowly getting out of bed. I grabbed my car keys and followed him out. Honestly, it wasn’t for anything specific, just curiosity. I wanted to see what the real Cameron, who played the sweet, pitiful boy for me, was actually like. After all, the first time I met Cameron. Was at the hospital. I had just had surgery. I couldn’t move easily and needed to hire an aide. Cameron was the one who applied for the job. Initially, I was hesitant about him. Not because he was “deaf-mute,” but because I wanted a female aide. But the boy was incredibly persistent. [I’ve taken care of my mom since I was little, I’m very experienced.] [I promise I can do whatever they can do, and do it well.] I had to admit, in that moment, my heart softened. I didn’t have a father. My mother was paralyzed, and I had taken care of her since I was little, just like he claimed to have done. Later, if it hadn’t been for Richard’s sponsorship. I probably wouldn’t have even finished high school. So, I let him stay. It was exactly as Cameron had promised. He was sweet, hardworking, and incredibly thoughtful. Other aides would sneak out to rest whenever they had a chance. Only he stayed by my side all day long. Emptying my bedpans and urinals. When I was feeling down, he tried every possible way to cheer me up. My appetite was terrible then, so this guy cooked for me himself. He’d arrange the bento boxes into cute cartoon characters just to coax me into taking a bite. The old lady in the next bed laughed watching him. She told me, “This kid is treating you like you’re his girlfriend.” So later, it was only natural that we started dating. During all this time, I never doubted Cameron’s identity. He would often uncontrollably use sign language with me. Sometimes, when he was in the mood, I’d even have him teach me a few signs. Even in our most passionate moments, he never made a sound. He just looked at me with those wet, puppy-dog eyes, like a satisfied dog. Of course, the biggest reason I never doubted him was. What kind of spoiled rich kid could endure this much! He was so patient I almost wondered if he thought he was some historical figure enduring hardship to build character! 05 I used to be a regular at bars, too. Most of the time, I was brought there by Richard. He drank, I drove. And on the way back, we did all sorts of crazy things in his obnoxiously aggressive Hummer. Shaking off the memories, I was about to look for Cameron’s private booth. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me. “Came specifically to find me?” I looked up. Richard had actually appeared in front of me. “You refused to see me earlier, and now you can’t wait to run over here. Playing hard to get?” “I’m here to find my boyfriend.” I avoided his intense gaze, turned, and tried to leave. But he tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled me straight into a men’s bathroom stall. “Richard!” “Yell louder, let’s get everyone in here.” I glared at him. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. “Did he kiss you here today?” “None of your business, let me go!” “The little kitten is showing her claws. You’ve changed quite a bit since the divorce.” Richard scoffed. “Break up with him.” “Why should I?” “Audrey, you should know I hate it when people touch my things.” His finger traced my cheek. “There’s a limit to throwing tantrums. Don’t dance on my landmines.” I was about to argue back, but he continued. “Agreeing to the divorce was granting your wish. It doesn’t mean you can escape my control. I blame myself for giving you too much freedom this past year. It made you forget who you belong to.” Richard was domineering and arrogant. If he wanted to, he could make all my efforts in work and life vanish into thin air. But what gave him the right? What gave a man who betrayed our marriage the right to say such things so brazenly? “You already have Chloe, isn’t that enough?” At the mention of that name, Richard furrowed his brow in disgust. “I told you, there’s nothing going on between me and her.” “Nothing? Photos of you two kissing were all over the tabloids!” “Yeah, it was just a kiss. Is that worth throwing a fit over?” You couldn’t reason with him. What a piece of trash! I didn’t want to listen to him anymore and forcefully tried to break free from his grip. Suddenly, a man’s voice came from outside. “Uncle Richard, are you done in there?” My whole body froze. Cameron? Richard was about to push the door open and walk out, but I yanked him back. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I avoided his sharp gaze. Richard stopped moving and asked, “What is it?” Separated only by a thin wall, Cameron’s slightly impatient voice drifted over. “I’m heading out. Let me borrow your driver.” “So early?” “Yeah.” Richard called his driver, and only then did Cameron leave. Before he left, he whistled. “Still going strong for an old guy. Have fun.” Looking up, I met Richard’s thoughtful gaze. “You know Cam?” “No.” “Then why did you avoid him?” “A man and a woman alone in a men’s bathroom stall… Mr. Sterling might not care about his reputation, but I care about mine.” With that, I kicked the door open. This time, Richard didn’t stop me.

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