Jasper is a renowned philanthropist in his circle, and I am his assertive wife. He has a cherished muse, and I went to great lengths to make him marry me. During a covert mission, his muse disappeared. In his quest for vengeance, he broke my legs, locked me in a dungeon filled with water, and tormented me relentlessly. “I don’t want you dead; I want you to live a life worse than death, repenting for your sins day and night.” I pleaded with him, insisting I didn’t kill her, but he refused to listen. He whipped me, the barbs tearing into my flesh. Until, as an agent constantly protecting him, I was tortured to death. Then, his fragile muse appeared, pointing a gun at him and revealing her true identity as an assassin, leaving him in a state of madness over his regrets. The 99th lash broke during the beating, blood slowly dripped down my scarred legs, echoing in the dim, damp dungeon. My legs had long lost feeling, hanging unnaturally, my hands bound with rough ropes, shoulders dislocated. I couldn’t remember how many days had passed. Jasper’s bodyguard couldn’t bear it, “Boss, if you keep this up, the madam will die.” Jasper’s face was full of hatred, “I can’t let her die so easily. I want her to kneel at Lydia’s grave every day, offering incense in repentance.” “A lifetime of torment is the greatest punishment for her.” The rope suddenly loosened, and I fell heavily to the ground, my broken legs twisting grotesquely. My face scraped against the rough ground, burning with pain. But compared to the tearing in my heart, this physical pain was insignificant. Jasper grabbed my hair, dragging me to a pristine tombstone. It was a blank monument he had erected for Lydia. He gripped my neck, slamming my head onto the ground. “Who do you think you are? Just because I married you, you think you’re Mrs. White?” “Aren’t you an agent? Agents are supposed to be tough. Why are you crying? Stand up!” He roared, “I protected Lydia for five years, never raising my voice, afraid of her slightest grievance.” “How dare you harm her, who gave you the courage?” “Bang, bang, bang…” A series of crashes, I felt my head was about to shatter, ears buzzing. I was the best agent, bleed but don’t cry, I couldn’t cry, even if my teeth shattered, I had to swallow them. But why does my heart hurt so much? Jasper, how could you bear to treat me like this? Why do you treat me like this? I wanted to argue, but only weak whimpers came from my throat. Jasper’s sharply defined face was inches away, but those eyes no longer held any of the past tenderness. He stepped on my already deformed hand, grinding it, the sound of bones breaking was clear. I lay on the ground, curling up and whimpering. Seeing me in such a humiliating state, Jasper finally smiled with satisfaction, “Call the doctor, I’ll give you the best treatment, with the best medicine.” “Tomorrow… I’ll come see you again.” He was like a demon from hell, giving me despair again and again. Watching Jasper’s departing figure, my thoughts drifted back to the past. Jasper’s business spanned the globe—finance, medicine, weapons, technology—he was involved in almost every industry, and his public identity was a philanthropist. Many assassination organizations wanted him dead to take over his business empire, and I was sent to protect him. To avoid suspicion from enemies, I forced him to marry me, so I could be by his side 24/7. But I made a fatal mistake, I fell in love with him. Over the years, I’ve used my life countless times to shield him from assassinations, but it was all in vain! He didn’t listen to my explanation, directly accusing me of a baseless crime. To him, I was just an unimportant tool. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Since that’s the case, I should leave.

Jasper arranged the best medical team to treat me. He personally took the ointment handed by the doctor, gently applying it to my wounds. He fed me ginseng soup spoon by spoon, but his words were so cold, “Seeing you so obedient, I won’t punish you today.” I knew he didn’t want me dead; he wanted to torment me every day to vent his anger for his beloved. I struggled to speak, “When I arrived that day, Lydia was already gone. I didn’t kill her, I really didn’t…” Before I finished, Jasper’s gaze turned icy, he smashed the soup bowl in his hand, “You don’t deserve to mention her name!” “I’ve already investigated, it was you who pushed her into the basement during the explosion, stop denying it.” He turned and ordered the guards, “Increase the intensity of the electric shocks.” Then he walked out the door without looking back. My heart grew numb, maybe soaked in icy water for too long, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He never believed me, not even a sliver of trust. The electric shocks were too strong, my consciousness began to blur. Before I fainted, I heard Jasper and the bodyguard talking outside. “Boss, if you only love Lydia, why did you agree to marry Adeline?” “With your strength, no matter what means Adeline used, she couldn’t force you to marry her.” Jasper was silent for a moment, his voice carried a gentleness I’d never heard before, “You don’t understand what it feels like to truly love someone.” “Lydia is a pure good girl, unlike me, I live on the edge of a knife, I couldn’t bear her to suffer if enemies involved her.” The bodyguard suddenly understood, “So you married Adeline, all the enemies would target Adeline, in reality protecting Miss Lydia.” Jasper softly responded, “Adeline is different…” “Even facing all kinds of torture, she can easily cope with the training she received since childhood.” The bodyguard hesitated, “What if she can’t withstand it?” Jasper’s voice was cold, “Then it’s her fate.” I felt all the blood in my body freeze, my heart turned cold. So, I was just a shield Jasper used to protect Lydia. No wonder, many times when I was kidnapped, the kidnappers directly targeted Mrs. White. It was all part of his plan. The feeling of being deceived and used was more painful than any torture . I don’t know how long it was before the sound of high heels echoed outside the door. A familiar figure appeared at the door, Lydia! “You’re not dead!” Lydia chuckled, “Surprised? I’m alive and well, fooled both you and Jasper.” “Men, you can’t get emotionally involved. Tsk tsk, look at you, tormented like this for a man, you disgrace the agents.” Her slender fingers brushed over the blank monument, “He’s such a clever person, yet I played him like a fiddle, it’s really amusing.” “Jasper is rich, devoted, handsome, and in bed… top-notch, it feels great to play with.” Lydia was not the weak woman needing protection from Jasper. She used his love for her. And I became a pawn in her scheme. “Who exactly are you?” Lydia’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “I’m only after wealth, not lives.” “I want him to watch his financial empire, built over years, crumble.” “You better protect your husband, many people want him dead.” She made a “shush” gesture with her fingers, “And… Jasper actually loves you, he just doesn’t realize it yet. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes it after you’ve been tortured to death…” “We’ll meet again.” Lydia quickly disappeared into the night. When Jasper forced me to bow and repent again, the blank monument suddenly broke. Lydia had tampered with the monument! Jasper was furious, kicking and hitting me, “Your repentance is insincere!” I looked at his angry face, feeling only deep sorrow. This man, blinded by love, had become someone else’s pawn without realizing it. I closed my eyes, letting tears silently fall. This was the last time I cried for Jasper, also for my foolish self. Goodbye, Jasper. I sent a message to the organization using a secret communicator, “I should return to the agency.” “I don’t want to protect him anymore.”

The next day, Jasper entered the dungeon, his expression both gentle and mad. I hung in the water dungeon, with any slight movement, my fingers felt excruciating pain. He carefully untied me, gently washed my body. He patiently dressed me in a dress, combed my hair, even applied a light lipstick. He finally spoke, “Last night I dreamed of Lydia.” “She said she’s lonely down there, I plan to send you to accompany her.” My blood froze instantly, he was going to bury me with Lydia. His tone was so gentle, as if coaxing a child, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, it will be over soon.” I wanted to escape, but dragging my severely injured body, I couldn’t run. Like a puppet, I numbly let him manipulate me. The car stopped before a desolate cemetery, the surroundings were deathly silent. Jasper carried me, walking through a long gravel path, arriving at a grave with a blank monument. He pointed at the monument, his eyes filled with pathological madness, “Look, this is Lydia’s home.” My blood ran cold. He wanted me to be buried with Lydia. His voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, and it will be over soon.” I wanted to escape, but with my severely injured body, I couldn’t run away. I was like a puppet, numbly letting him control me. The car stopped in front of a quiet cemetery, surrounded by a deathly silence. Jasper held me, walking through a long gravel path to a tomb with an unmarked headstone. He pointed at the headstone, his eyes filled with a pathological madness, “Look, this is Lydia’s home.” “Don’t be angry, Lydia. I didn’t put your name on it to keep anyone from disturbing your sweet dreams.” He then pointed to a freshly dug grave next to the unmarked stone and said to me, “Adeline, this is your new home.” I wanted to laugh at myself, but I couldn’t. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. This was the real Jasper, a madman smiling while burying me alive. He placed me into the cold, damp grave. At that moment, my heart was ashen. Just as the grave was about to be sealed, an offering on a nearby gravestone was knocked over, making a noise. Jasper turned around sharply, his gaze fierce. The moment he saw who it was, his body froze. His face went from blank, to surprised, to ecstatic, finally turning into a near-mad longing. He trembled as he spoke, “Lydia… is it you?” Jasper, like a child who had lost his mind, stumbled toward her and hugged her tightly, almost crushing her into his body. The once-calculating Jasper was now crying uncontrollably. “Lydia, you’re alive… Is this a dream?” “I missed you so much, why didn’t you come to find me?” Realizing she had been discovered, Lydia decided to play along. “I thought I would never see you again, I was so scared.” “I barely escaped, and all I could think about was finding you. But I was afraid you’d moved on, so I just watched from afar. Brother still cares about me…” Jasper looked pained, “Silly girl, you’re my most precious person. My heart could burst with pain.” Watching their intimate display, I realized how unnecessary I was. Since she was discovered, Lydia continued her act. She collapsed weakly into Jasper’s arms, sobbing softly. “I thought I’d never see you again. I was so scared.” “I barely escaped, and all I could think about was finding you. But I was afraid you’d moved on, so I just watched from afar.” “Brother still cares about me, that’s wonderful.” Jasper cupped her face, his eyes full of pity, “Silly girl, how could I not care about you? My heart could burst with pain.” I had never seen him so out of control. This man, who was so heartless and ruthless to me, dropped all his defenses in front of Lydia. It seemed Jasper had forgotten my existence, eagerly entwined with Lydia. Completely ignoring me, still in the cold grave. The sounds of their intimacy intertwined. At that moment, I felt utterly pathetic and ridiculous. Suddenly, Lydia smirked at me. She deliberately nudged the grave lid with her foot, and with a dull thud, the lid closed. Darkness swallowed me instantly, and the air in the grave became increasingly thin. Breathing became harder and harder. I gasped for air, desperately pounding on the walls, leaving bloody scratches on the wood. But there was no response. My brain started hallucinating, and my consciousness blurred… Just when I was about to give up, there was a frantic knocking from above the grave. Fresh air rushed into my lungs. Jasper’s bodyguards nervously pulled me out of the grave. The cemetery was already devoid of Jasper and Lydia’s presence. I was completely disheartened, with no lingering feelings for Jasper. But when I got home, Jasper suddenly began to take care of me meticulously, as if making up for something or hiding something. I knew he still needed me as a “wife” to face danger and protect Lydia. It didn’t matter anymore; I no longer cared about anything here. Anyway, I would leave first thing in the morning. Given my special status, I didn’t need divorce papers or anything like that. When I decided to leave, I had my ways to disappear completely from Jasper’s world, making sure he could never find me. But before I could leave, an unexpected situation arose. The organization sent me an order: “Attention, the Black Scorpion Assassination Group has appeared. Head to the charity site immediately to protect Jasper.” I intended to leave quietly, but it seemed I had to meet Jasper again. At the charity gala, I silently stood in a corner. It was the best observation spot. Years of training had made my senses unusually sharp, and nothing escaped my eyes in the crowd. On stage, Jasper looked at Lydia with deep affection. She cooperated with a happy expression, “I once thought silently protecting you was enough. Now I want the whole world to know I love you, only you.” “Tonight, I’m transferring all my financial assets to your name, so you can always be a carefree princess.” “Anything you want, I’ll give you!” The audience burst into applause, and flashes went off one after another. “So this is Jasper’s true love? They really are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.” “He’s got the looks and talent, and she’s so much gentler than that shrew Adeline. Even I, as a woman, want to cherish her…” Listening to the mockery directed at me, I was long past caring. At that moment, Jasper’s gaze swept the crowd, unintentionally meeting mine in the corner. His once gentle eyes flashed with impatience and disgust. Maybe he thought I was there to pester him. After all, I used to claim my territory at similar events, but he always let me. What I thought was favoritism was a complete deception. Suddenly, an unusual signal interference appeared inside the venue, and the lights went out, plunging the scene into chaos.

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Being pregnant with the child of the amnesiac Cooper Corporation CEO, he regained his memory. I’m not particularly beautiful and my background isn’t noteworthy. When he regained consciousness, he dismissed me with disdain: “Stop bothering me. I won’t marry a nanny’s daughter.” He assumed I would cling to him desperately. Little did he know, I was unfazed and gladly accepted the 60 million in compensation. Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia, here I come! Later, the once-invincible billionaire CEO chased me across the globe to win me back. With reddened eyes, he awkwardly said, “The child misses you.” I pretended not to hear: “I’m sorry, I’m unmarried and childless.” The name Jasper is well-known in New York City’s high society. It’s said that once, when his secretary wore something slightly revealing, he fired her on the spot. Since then, no company dared to hire her, fearing backlash. Everyone working for the Cooper Family fears this young master. He’s unpredictable, and the smallest mistake could cost you your job. But none of this has anything to do with me. I’m just the nanny’s daughter for Jasper’s family. I only saw him once during a family gathering at the Cooper Family’s house. His every move exuded the cold indifference of someone in power. He doesn’t take anyone or anything seriously. If nothing unexpected happens, I would never have any interaction with him in this lifetime. That winter, whether by accident or someone’s intent, Jasper got into a car accident on his way to a negotiation. His injuries were severe, and it took several rounds of rescue in the ICU to save his life. When he woke up, everyone was stunned. Jasper had lost his memory, and his intelligence and memory were like those of a three-year-old child. Previously, he had a cleanliness obsession and avoided women. Now, he was pestering the nanny and cleaning lady at home to play hide and seek with him. The family doctor did another brain check for him, sighing and shaking his head. “The young master’s brain still has blood clots, which are pressing on his nerves. Surgery is very risky; now he can only rest and see how he recovers later.” Jasper’s mother wanted to take him abroad for treatment. But now was a critical moment in the power struggle within the Cooper Family. Yes, the Cooper Family has more than one son besides Jasper. If it were revealed now that Jasper is amnesiac and foolish, he would naturally be out of this power struggle. However, there’s no secret that doesn’t find its way out. Rumors always find a way to reach others’ ears. Listening to my mom talk about these things, I felt a brief pang of sympathy for this billionaire CEO. But only for a moment. His amnesia has nothing to do with me; these are just battles among wealthy families. The world won’t stop turning, and I’ll continue living as usual. Mom has taken care of Mrs. Cooper for a long time and has watched Jasper grow up. Now that Jasper needs meticulous care, Mom is grateful to the Cooper Family and feels a bit sorry for this child she watched grow up. So she took on this responsibility. I help my mom with some chores at the Cooper Family on weekends after school. “Ah, I really don’t understand how a perfectly fine person could become like this.” I had just picked up the messy toys on the floor. “Bang bang—” Then two rubber-like things hit my head. “Where did this little witch come from! Surrender now!” I looked at Jasper, who was waving a toy gun and dancing around, and was momentarily speechless. “It seems he really is foolish now.” I took the toy gun from his hand and carefully wiped the dirt off his face with a cloth. After Jasper became foolish, the nannies who used to fear him were more daring. Naturally, the care wasn’t very attentive. He seemed a bit dazed, standing there holding his clothes and letting me wipe his face clean. With his long eyelashes fluttering and his lips pursed, he seemed particularly obedient. I accidentally met his eyes and was momentarily stunned. “Chenny’s hands are dirty too.” He pouted and reached out his hand to me, acting pitifully. I tugged at the corner of my mouth; yes, he really is like a three-year-old child. In the evening, I was planning to go home after tidying up, but Mrs. Cooper suddenly called me to her room. “Auntie.” Mrs. Cooper had maintained herself well, her face carrying a smile. I felt something was off in my heart. Seeing me come in, she stood up and circled around me, looking satisfied. “Not bad, you have a good figure; having a baby shouldn’t be a problem.” Hearing her words, I was confused. Perhaps seeing my reaction, Mrs. Cooper realized her words were inappropriate. She immediately changed her demeanor, holding my hand with tears in her eyes: “Quinn, you see Jasper like this now. It’s hard to say if he will recover. I have an unreasonable request.” “If you can have a child for the Cooper Family within a year, I’ll give you 50 million. After it’s done, you can go wherever you want. The child’s matter won’t delay you.” I was shocked; so this was her plan. “Auntie, I don’t think I can…” “Quinn, don’t decide so quickly. After all, your mom has been with me for so long, and I chose you because I’m assured.” “If 50 million isn’t enough, I’ll add another 10 million, and your mom can continue working at the Cooper Family. This money is enough for you and your mom to live worry-free for several lifetimes.” Mrs. Cooper spoke with a smile, leisurely wiping her nails. “Okay.” The threat in Mrs. Cooper’s words was too obvious. Mom has worked hard to raise me as a single parent. We are just ordinary people; if I refuse, the Cooper Family will just crush us. Besides, it’s 60 million. It can give Mom a better life. Driven by some inexplicable force, I agreed. Mrs. Cooper nodded in satisfaction upon hearing my response.

Under Mrs. Cooper’s arrangement, I changed into a high-end nightgown I’d never worn before and was politely invited into Jasper’s room. Mrs. Cooper even arranged someone to watch outside the door. I looked at Jasper lying in bed, hesitating. It’s too late to regret now. The room’s lighting was dim, and there was a pleasant-smelling incense burning, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere. I didn’t dare to look directly at him. Even now, though foolish, he still looked very good. “Quinn, I’m so hot, I feel uncomfortable all over.” Jasper kicked off the blanket in a huff, looking restless. I quickly stepped forward, pulling the blanket back over him. “Young master, don’t be naughty; you’ll catch a cold.” Jasper curled up in the blanket, only revealing a pair of eyes blinking at me. Somehow, I also started to feel hot. It’s the incense! Mrs. Cooper must have drugged it. The people outside, not hearing any movement inside, knocked on the door three times. Jasper struggled to pull his hand out from the blanket and touched my forehead. “Quinn, are you hot too? You’re sweating!” I steeled myself, grabbed his hand and kissed it. The next day, the person Mrs. Cooper sent saw the marks on me and nodded in satisfaction. I was exhausted and sore all over. Jasper seemed to think it was a fun game, clinging to me all night, I don’t know how many times we tangled. Though Jasper is foolish now, his physique and stamina are truly remarkable. Mrs. Cooper let me go home for a bit. Today was Mom’s day off. I usually make sure to have dinner ready and wait for her to come home so we can eat together. After I managed to brush things off with Mom, I returned to the Cooper Family and saw Jasper’s cousin, Finn. “Cousin, this is the latest toy, it’s really fun.” After saying that, he mockingly threw the toy to the floor. Hearing “fun,” Jasper eagerly crawled under the table to pick it up. Finn grinned and kicked the toy further away. As soon as I walked in, I saw Jasper crawling on the floor like a puppy, trying to fetch it. “Young master!” Seeing Jasper, who used to be decisive and ruthless, now in such a state, I inexplicably felt a twinge in my nose. My appearance made both of them stop what they were doing. Jasper beamed, “Quinn! Cousin got me a new toy!” I rushed over and picked up the toy from the floor. “Young master, remember, you are the master of this house. You can order the nanny to do anything; you don’t need to do it yourself.” Finn looked displeased: “Who are you? Why are you meddling in my bonding time with my cousin?” “I’m Jasper’s assistant.” He laughed out loud after hearing that. “Yeah, he does need a personal assistant; he probably can’t even dress himself now.” After saying that, he glanced at Jasper sitting on the floor, looking smug. “Cousin, I’ll come to see you again once I’m done with the company’s matters.” After he left, Jasper’s eyes turned red, and he tugged at my pant leg, looking pitiful. “Quinn, it hurts.” His knee seemed to have been bruised earlier, with a bit of skin scraped off. I resignedly rummaged through the medicine cabinet, carefully applying ointment to his wound. “Quinn, you’re so nice! You’re just like Mom, the best to Chenny!” Hearing this, my hand paused. “Young master, no one loves you more than Mrs. Cooper, and in this world, no one will be good to you for no reason.” “A gentle knife always has ulterior motives.”

Mrs. Cooper learned that I stood up for Jasper, and she was very grateful. With the current fierce competition for inheritance and Jasper’s uncertain recovery, she couldn’t help but frown. Seeing her looking so gloomy, I told her some mischievous stories from my childhood to cheer her up. She smiled slightly, then looked at me with regret: “What a pity.” Jasper always wanted to sneak out to play, but Mrs. Cooper wouldn’t allow it. I followed him all the way and saw him go into the playground in the community, constantly clamoring to play on the swings. Those nannies, who usually tremble at the mention of his name, were all snickering with their heads down. 3 Mrs. Cooper was grateful when she found out I stood up for Jasper. But with the ongoing fierce fight over the family inheritance and Jasper’s uncertain recovery, she couldn’t help but worry. Seeing her so downcast, I shared some playful stories from my childhood to lift her spirits. She smiled slightly but soon looked at me with regret, saying, “What a pity.” Jasper always wanted to sneak out and play, but Mrs. Cooper never allowed it. I followed him to the community playground, where he insisted on playing on the swings. The nannies, who usually trembled at the mention of his name, were all hiding their laughter. I held the swing steady for him to get on. “If the young master wants to play, then play! Quinn will watch over you!” Jasper happily sat on the swing and gestured for me to come closer with a playful air. Curious, I leaned in, and he took a candy from his pocket and placed it in my hand. “Quinn, I hope your days are always as sweet as this candy.” His words made my heart skip a beat, and I instinctively looked away. Feeling a bit awkward, I pushed him on the swing. “Quinn, about that night, can we do it again someday?” My hands froze, and I glanced around to ensure we were alone, then sighed in relief. Blushing, I gently patted his head. “Young master, that’s our little secret. You mustn’t speak of it or tell anyone else.” Seeing my serious expression, he nodded solemnly. “I understand, Quinn! It’s our secret! Jasper is great at keeping secrets!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. Time passed quickly, and three months flew by. Jasper’s condition hadn’t improved; it worsened. Initially, he just wanted to play with the kids in the neighboring community. Eventually, he ran away and disappeared. Remembering my words, he declared himself the master of the house when the nanny tried to stop him. No one could hold him back. When Mrs. Cooper found out, she was furious and no longer gentle. She had me held down, kneeling in Jasper’s room. In the eyes of these wealthy people, we never had any dignity. “You can get up when Jasper returns.” It wasn’t until midnight that Jasper was found. He was discovered in a small room like a dog cage. The neighboring community was also wealthy, home to rich kids. They tricked Jasper into going with them, locked him up, and taunted him as an idiot. Jasper’s car accident had injured his brain, and the story of him wetting his pants while playing with kids spread throughout the villa area. After Jasper came back, Mrs. Cooper still didn’t let me get up. First, because I failed to watch over Jasper, letting him run off. Second, she wanted me to recognize my place and do my duties. I knelt for nearly ten hours, my legs numb, and finally collapsed to the ground. Jasper seemed to realize he was at fault. He looked at me kneeling in his room, bewildered. He went to plead with Mrs. Cooper to let me up, but she just gave me a cold look and turned away. Seeing he couldn’t persuade her, Jasper strode over and knelt beside me. “I’m sorry, Quinn, I shouldn’t have run off. It’s all my fault, and if Mom wants to punish you, then I’ll kneel with you!” Mrs. Cooper couldn’t bear seeing Jasper insist on kneeling beside me. “Get up, take good care of the young master, no next time.” Mrs. Cooper looked down at me, and I bowed my head. “Yes, ma’am.” After Mrs. Cooper left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to stand up, ignoring the pain in my knees, I staggered and almost fell again. Suddenly, Jasper caught me and lifted me up. He gently placed me on his bed, rolling up my pant leg as I had done for him to apply medicine. My knee was swollen and red. “Quinn… I’m sorry.” His eyes turned red, and he gently massaged my wound with his fingertips. “It’s Jasper’s fault. Quinn can punish me however you want; I’ll do whatever you say.” Seeing his guilty and helpless expression, my heart softened. “Will the young master listen to everything Quinn says?” He nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes! Jasper always keeps his word!” “Then I punish you to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of yourself from now on!” Jasper paused, then suddenly hugged me. His head buried in my neck, he murmured, “Quinn, Jasper wants to grow up quickly.” I gently patted his head, “Why does the young master suddenly want to grow up?” “Mom said only when Jasper grows up can he truly be the master of the house.” “Then I can protect Quinn and never let anyone bully you again!” My nose tingled; the young master was indeed naive. Why protect a nanny’s daughter? 4 The news of Jasper’s injury, which left him with the intelligence of a three-year-old, reached other members of the Cooper Family. Several illegitimate children began to stir. Mrs. Cooper was overwhelmed dealing with the strategies that came one after another and the company’s affairs. Despite her previous efforts to seek out renowned doctors, there was no progress in healing Jasper’s mind. Overwhelmed with anger and stress, she also fell ill and was hospitalized. Jasper hadn’t seen Mrs. Cooper all day and was getting anxious. “Quinn, have you seen Mom?” “Ma’am is still working overtime at the company! Be a good boy and go to sleep. You’ll see her when you wake up tomorrow!” Before being hospitalized, Mrs. Cooper had specifically instructed not to let Jasper know about her hospitalization. I had no choice but to coax him to sleep. Jasper pressed his lips together, staring at me expressionlessly. “Quinn, you’re lying to me.” “Mom didn’t come back yesterday, and last night Mrs. Wang packed up Mom’s clothes and took them away. Mom’s favorite pearl earrings are still on the table. Quinn, tell me the truth!” Though he had the mind of a three-year-old, he was still sharp. Unable to hide it from him, I took him to the hospital to see Mrs. Cooper. Mrs. Cooper was surprised to see Jasper. Jasper rushed into her arms, “Mom! Jasper will behave from now on, please don’t get sick, okay?” Mrs. Cooper’s hand trembled, but she eventually patted Jasper’s back. Tears welled in her eyes, “Forget it, living an ordinary life is fine too.” Jasper eagerly volunteered to get hot water for Mrs. Cooper, and she smiled and agreed. After he ran out excitedly with the kettle, she indicated for me to follow him to ensure nothing happened. When I caught up to the place where water was fetched, I only saw Jasper lying on the ground and the kettle of hot water spilled. He had run too fast, slipped on the water, and fell. When he woke up, he miraculously recovered. “The blood clot in the patient’s brain has mostly dissipated; he can be discharged without any issues.” Mrs. Cooper cried tears of joy upon hearing the doctor’s words. Everyone gathered around Jasper and Mrs. Cooper, returning to the Cooper Family home. I stood alone in the empty hospital room, feeling momentarily lost. Jasper had recovered, so what about me? After returning to the Cooper Family home, Jasper was furious. “Get everything replaced immediately! How did my room become such a mess? It’s disgusting!” Any trace of my existence was quickly erased. Initially, I was thrilled to hear Jasper had recovered, but now I felt like I was plunged into an ice cave. When Jasper looked at me, there was no longer any warmth in his eyes, only undisguised disdain. “Get out! Do any random stray cat or dog think they can enter my room?” He returned to his usual aloof and commanding self. “This is Adeline, Aunt Adeline’s daughter. She took great care of you when you were injured. Why not have her stay with you a bit longer?” It was only then that Mrs. Cooper seemed to remember my presence and tentatively explained to Jasper.

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In the fifth year of my marriage to Nolan, his first love returned. He placed her on his maintenance team. When I questioned him, he retorted, “Do you know why I chose her? Because she’s not like you, just a housewife obsessed with romance!” So, when he asked for a divorce for the twenty-second time, I nodded, “Let’s get divorced then.” Nolan scoffed, “Don’t come begging me like a stray dog.” I nodded, efficiently packed my belongings while he watched in disbelief. “Goodbye forever.” In the fifth year of my marriage to Nolan, he asked for a divorce for the twenty-second time. It all began because today was our anniversary. We had planned to go out for French cuisine, and the reservation was set, but he didn’t come home on time, so I drove to his office. As I passed the coffee shop downstairs, I saw him standing with a girl. The sight of her made my heart clench, and I struggled to breathe. It was Eloise, his ex-girlfriend, with whom he had a stormy five-year relationship before they finally parted ways. They stood at the bar, the girl in a stylish white outfit exuding a professional yet charming vibe. The man was in a suit. Their actions weren’t overtly intimate, but the love in their eyes was unmistakable. I took out my phone and opened my chat with Nolan. My last messages were still there, unanswered. Every time I called, he was busy, busy spending time with someone else. I walked into the coffee shop but couldn’t bring myself to interrupt the lovely scene. The gentle, affectionate smile on Nolan’s face was something I’d never seen directed towards me. Every time he came home, he wore a scowl, and I thought it was work stress. Turns out, he was unhappy because I wasn’t the person he wanted to see. After getting coffee, Nolan turned and saw me. He was momentarily startled, then gently patted the girl’s head, said something that made her pout, and she left. Nolan got into the car, frowning again, “What are you doing here?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “I came to pick you up from work. Didn’t we agree to have French dinner tonight?” “And, I remember you saying you wouldn’t let Eloise join your maintenance team.” Nolan’s frown deepened, “Phoebe, can you stop being so unreasonable?” “Eloise graduated from a prestigious aviation university and worked in a top maintenance team in Malaysia for years. Her professional skills are outstanding. Do you know how many teams want her?” “As a captain, choosing responsible crew members is about passenger safety. Why do you only think about romance? Maybe you’re too bored as a housewife. If you can’t stand it, find a job as a supermarket cashier.” He showed no restraint in his disdain. I silently gripped the steering wheel. We didn’t go for French dinner. At home, Nolan locked himself in the study, unwilling to talk. Usually, I’d try to make peace, or if I couldn’t take it, we’d have a big fight, but he’d always remain indifferent, making me look foolish. But this time, I acted as if nothing happened, quietly going about my business. An hour later, Nolan suddenly opened the study door. “Who are you sulking for?” “Eloise passed the team interview. I’m not letting her go. If you care, we can just divorce.” He seemed sure I’d back down, speaking with authority. “Anyway, you’re just a housewife. Without me, you can’t do anything…” “Fine, let’s divorce.” I cut him off. Nolan was stunned, “Phoebe, are you serious?” After a couple of seconds, he laughed. His smile was usually reassuring, but now it was laced with mockery, “Phoebe, I’m not joking.” “If we divorce, don’t come crying back, saying you can’t bear to part and only love me. It’s pathetic.” Though this wasn’t our first fight, hearing such hurtful words nearly shattered my composure. I was used to his harsh words, but it still hurt. I took a deep breath, “I’ve drafted the agreement. The car and house are yours, and I’ll take the savings.” I placed the agreement in front of Nolan. His expression shifted from disdain to disbelief, but he soon took it blankly. “Phoebe, once you sign this, there’s no going back. No matter how much you beg, I won’t look at you again. As a faded housewife, you’ll struggle to find better. I suggest you think…” I handed him the pen, “Stop wasting time. Sign it.” Nolan was stunned, grabbed the pen, and signed quickly to save face. “Tomorrow at nine, don’t disappear,” he mocked. I shook my head seriously, “I won’t. I’ve already made the appointment.” That night, I moved my bedding to the living room, listening to the sounds of things being thrown in the bedroom, crying silently under the covers.

Maybe my relationship with Nolan was doomed from the start. I always chased him, an eight-year crush from college. After graduation, he and Eloise broke up, and everyone knew. Eloise got an overseas job offer, but Nolan had been interning at a domestic airport for six months, soon to be permanent. Neither could give up their future, so they parted ways. At that farewell party, Eloise didn’t come. Nolan drank heavily and was a mess. Leaving, he was unconscious. His friends knew I liked him, so they urged me to take him home. Even drunk, he was a grown man, over six feet tall, his weight on me. I got him to the couch but was pulled into his alcohol-scented embrace. I had a few drinks at the party too. As the alcohol hit, I heard him sobbing, “Eloise, don’t leave me.” The next morning, I fled with a hickey on my neck. We silently agreed not to contact each other, and I thought my crush was over. Then I found out I was pregnant. My periods were always regular, and when I noticed something off, I got tested. With the report in hand, I sat in the hospital corridor. On a whim, I texted Nolan. I didn’t want to trap him with the baby, but he had a right to know. I waited at the hospital till night, but he didn’t respond. I thought he blocked me, but then Nolan called. “Phoebe, let’s get married.” If not for being in a hospital, I would’ve screamed with joy. I thought I used all my luck for his proposal. But I stayed calm, “If you’re doing this out of duty, I don’t need it.” He paused, then firmly said, “Phoebe, I’ll take responsibility. We can be together.” I waited for him at the hospital entrance. As he approached, he became the handsome boy from my youth. I didn’t know when I fell for him. Maybe when he caught me skipping class but let me go, teasing, “Like a little rabbit, hard to scold.” Or maybe every morning and evening I watched him. But at this moment, my longing finally found hope. Later, Nolan’s mother used my pregnancy as an excuse to skip the wedding. She made my life difficult, and I lost the baby. But I believed if I worked hard enough, Nolan would see my worth. How naive I was back then. Five years later, my sincerity was worn out, meaningless.

The next morning, I got up half an hour early. As nine approached, I knocked on the bedroom door. Nolan took his time, still in yesterday’s suit, “You’re eager for divorce.” I checked my watch and echoed his words, “It’s almost nine. Are you planning to disappear?” “Didn’t you always want a divorce? Now you’re almost free, why need a reminder?” Five years have gone by, and the sincerity has long faded away. It’s not even worth mentioning anymore. The next evening, I deliberately got up half an hour earlier. As the clock approached nine, I knocked on the bedroom door. Nolan finally came to open the door, still wearing the same suit from yesterday. “Phoebe, are you really in such a rush to get divorced?” I glanced at my watch and threw his words from the previous night back at him: “It’s almost nine. Are you planning to pull a disappearing act?” “Besides, haven’t you always wanted a divorce? You’re about to be free. Why do I need to remind you?” With that, I went to the door to change my shoes. “Hurry up, or we’ll have to reschedule if it’s past nine.” Nolan sneered and followed me to the door. “Fine, let’s get divorced. Eloise is much better than you. Marrying her will bring me more happiness than I can express.” I nodded, brushing off his comment. On the way to City Hall, Nolan drove like he was in a fury, cursing at everyone we passed. I sat in the back, eyes closed, resting. I’m used to interacting like this by now. In five years of marriage, Nolan and I rarely talked about the little things in life, as couples do. Initially, I would share interesting or delicious things with him, but he always responded with indifference, sometimes even impatience. Eventually, I stopped trying, convincing myself he was just naturally aloof. But that wasn’t true. I had seen him on Phoebe’s social media, being witty and charming. That warmth just wasn’t for me. At City Hall, the mediator kept trying to reconcile us. I smiled and said, “There’s no need to persuade us. The divorce is a mutual decision after careful consideration. Besides, it was a shotgun wedding. There’s no real affection.” Nolan glanced at me, a complex expression on his face. But I didn’t care. Seeing we were beyond help, the mediator sighed: “There’s a one-month cooling-off period for divorces now. If you’re sure, come back in a month.” “Take this time to think it over. Look at you two; such a handsome couple. If you’ve been married this long, there must be some feelings. Don’t act impulsively.” Nolan is indeed good-looking, I agree. When we started school, he was famous for his looks. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had a crush on him for so many years. Plus, he comes from a good family, always treated like royalty. Back in college, while we were eating street food, he was taking Eloise to fancy French restaurants. He was generous and loyal to his friends and classmates. But with me, he was stingy, unwilling to share even a bit of affection. I used to agonize over whether I wasn’t good enough. But now, I realize that’s not important. He treated me poorly, not the other way around. Because I hadn’t slept well, I kept yawning. Nolan turned to see my tear-filled eyes. He thought I was crying because I couldn’t bear the divorce, feeling smug: “I told you there’s no remedy for regret. Even if you don’t want the divorce now, it’s too late.” “I, Nolan, never go back.” I ignored him and headed home. Once there, Nolan habitually said, “Go make lunch. I want sweet and sour ribs today.” I ignored him and went into the kitchen, but I came out with the rice cooker I had customized. He widened his eyes: “What are you doing?” “I bought the rice cooker. Of course, I’m taking it with me after the divorce.” Besides the rice cooker I’m reluctant to leave behind, I also want to take the shoe cabinet and glass vase I bought. But they’re too big and inconvenient to move. “What do you mean?” Nolan asked, trying to suppress his anger, and I saw a vein throbbing on his temple. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve found a new place and plan to move out. Oh, though you didn’t buy me much, I’ve left the things you did in the bedroom. Handle them as you wish.” Watching me busily pack my suitcase, Nolan suddenly erupted, kicking the coffee table. “Phoebe, if you leave, don’t ever come back.” I frowned at him, “We’ve been married for years. Do you really have to be so hostile?” “Wouldn’t it be better to part ways gracefully?” “There’s no point in maintaining appearances between us. If you’re leaving, just stop nagging.”

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I was coerced by Jasper into donating a kidney to my sister, and I died right there on the table. Upon my rebirth, I realized I was the main character in a romance novel, and my sister had awakened early to try to eliminate me. I resolved to no longer be merciful. When I allied with a billionaire CEO to fight back, Jasper locked me to the bed, kissing me passionately: “Promise me you won’t see other men, okay?” I was restrained on the cold operating table, the glaring light above making it impossible to open my eyes. Yet, I held back tears, turning my head to plead with Jasper beside me, “Jasper, please, let me go?” A flicker of hesitation crossed Jasper’s face, but Daphne’s anguished expression quickly drew his focus. At that moment, Daphne looked at me with a pitiful pallor, “Sister, just one kidney is all it takes to save me. Surely, you wouldn’t be so selfish?” She started to cry softly right after. “Brother Jasper, if sister doesn’t want to, maybe we should wait…” Listening to her, Jasper’s eyes turned resolute. He held my hand and said tenderly, “Lydia, just this one time. I’ll give you anything you want once we’re back.” Hearing him, I released his hand. At that moment, I gave up, realizing that saying anything more was futile. I spoke coolly, “Get on with it.” But tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. I don’t know if I died or if I was dreaming, but I vaguely heard sounds of struggle and someone trying to wake me, “Sister, I’m sorry, I came too late…”

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in Jasper’s bed. Instinctively, I touched my body and was astonished to find the surgical scar was gone. I immediately grabbed the phone from the bedside table and found the date was actually a week earlier. I distinctly remembered dying on the operating table. Could this be a rebirth? I weakly got out of bed, clearly having had a tumultuous night before. At this moment, Daphne had already moved into my house, citing illness. As I passed by Daphne’s room, I deliberately slowed my pace. I overheard an anxious voice inside: “Why hasn’t Jasper let me take Lydia’s kidney yet? Does Jasper still love that woman? What’s the next part of the storyline…” Hearing this, I was stunned. So, I’m the protagonist of a romance novel, with Jasper as my childhood sweetheart and the male lead I eventually marry. And Daphne is just a disposable female antagonist meant to develop my relationship with Jasper. Her end is a tragic death on the street. But she woke up early, twisted all the plot lines, and walked through the story that was originally mine. In the end, because she couldn’t fight the script and realized Jasper still liked me, she arranged for me to die on the operating table. I couldn’t help but smile wryly. How fascinating, truly fascinating! I stared fixedly at that door: “In the last life, you knew my path ahead of time and killed me first. But this life, I know too. My dear sister, let’s see who wins.”

Looking at the time, around now in the previous life, a fire was about to break out. Back then, I bravely rushed into the inferno to save Jasper’s mother and child, disregarding my own safety. When I awoke, he coldly questioned me, “Who told you to come?” I defended myself, but he gripped my neck tightly and said, “Don’t think that just because of my feelings for you, I won’t kill you.” And Daphne, who did nothing, was cared for by him in every possible way. This time, I decided to save him again. But not by myself. Not for any other reason but to let him feel guilt towards me, both physically and emotionally, in the end. After all, he’s the male lead and won’t die easily. “Lydia, let’s go back to the old house. Grandma has been asking for us,” Jasper called me. Back at the old house, just like in the last life, I sat in the garden playing chess with the old lady. At this time, Jasper and his mom were in the kitchen, trying to be filial. I estimated the time was about right and immediately walked to the kitchen, watching him try hard to carry his mom out. In the last life, I rushed into the inferno to carry them out, but I fainted from exhaustion at the door. Now, I hurriedly shouted for help, and when enough people went in for rescue, I rushed in to support Jasper. As I turned to look at the corner of the wall, I quickly noticed a shadow there. I pretended to faint, collapsing at the door. Indeed, a faint camera click sounded from there. I smiled, knowing something was amiss.

After everyone sent me to the hospital room. I immediately got up and walked to Jasper’s room, and sure enough, Daphne was inside. Daphne was peeling an apple, speaking sweetly, “Brother Jasper, I didn’t expect sister to be like that. Don’t blame her, okay?” Jasper looked down, his expression unclear, “Thank you…” At this moment, I pushed the door open, “Shouldn’t you thank me?” Jasper raised his head quickly, coldly questioning me, “Who told you to come?” Of course, it’s the same line. I sneered, looking down at the photo in his hand, “Already forgot your savior so quickly?” The next second, I snatched the photo from his hand, tore it up, and threw it between them. “Seeing isn’t always believing.” But then Daphne stood up and slapped me, “Sister, wake up. It’s already good that Brother Jasper isn’t blaming you, don’t continue down the wrong path…” I covered my face, frowning at Jasper, “What do you think happened?” He remained silent. I laughed coldly a couple of times and threw the photos I specially asked my friend to secretly take at them, “See who really saved you.” Jasper picked up the photos, still frowning, “Lydia, there’s no need to deceive me with fake photos.” “What? I’m using fake photos? Then why do you believe Daphne’s photos are real?” Daphne pretended to hesitate, “Sister, you don’t need to do this. Everyone knows you and other men… have been deceiving Brother Jasper.” Looking at the seemingly dumbfounded person on the bed, I immediately left the room. Daphne shouted behind me, “Sister, where are you going? Brother Jasper hasn’t been discharged yet…” Jasper’s cold voice came through, “Let her go.”

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My mom hates me. If it wasn’t for me, my mom and dad wouldn’t have divorced. After she remarried, she was kinder to her stepdaughter than to me. She let her stepdaughter bully me at school, let her carve scars on my back with a knife, and ignored the bloodstains on my clothes. In the end, she even let her take pleasure in setting me on fire. But mom, do you remember how you cried when others bullied me and wanted to stand up for me? Mom, what can I do to make up for my sins and ease your hatred? I got home at nine on Friday night after school. In the large villa, only the living room had any sound. Mom was holding Fiona, watching TV. Both of them were smiling, looking warm and harmonious. I stared at them greedily, unable to remember the warmth of my mom’s embrace. Maybe I stood there too long, so mom turned her head and glanced at me with disgust. I clutched my backpack strap and gathered the courage to speak: “Mom, don’t you want to ask why I’m back so late?” She continued watching TV, ignoring me. My throat tightened, but I stubbornly tried to talk to her even though it felt self-destructive. “Fiona didn’t wait for me after school, she told the driver to leave, and I didn’t have money, so I walked home. It’s 25 kilometers, and my feet hurt.” “Mom, I’m also very hungry. You forgot to give me money last week. I borrowed from classmates to get by. Could you not forget next time…” “Slap!” Before I could finish, mom slapped me. My cheek stung with pain. Dizzy, I nearly fell, and the pain in my stomach sharpened. I was too hungry and too tired. Embarrassed to borrow too much, I had only eaten one meal a day for a week, going to bed hungry every night, my stomach in knots. I looked up through blurred, tear-filled eyes at my mom’s beautiful face. “Adeline, are you blaming me or Fiona?” I bit my lip, not answering. Maybe I did resent Fiona, but I didn’t dare to blame mom. I had no right. Mom seemed to see what I was thinking. She looked down at me. “You have no right to blame me or Fiona. Your food, clothing, shelter, and tuition are all paid by her dad, my husband.” “Even your biological father didn’t want you, and I was willing to take you in. Fiona’s family accepted you, and you should learn to be grateful.” Fiona consoled her with a smile, “Alright, mom, don’t be angry.” She turned to me and apologized perfunctorily, “Adeline, I forgot to wait for you after school. I’ll remember next time.” “Didn’t you say you’re hungry? Go to the kitchen and eat.” I silently put down my backpack and went to the kitchen. As expected, there was nothing but leftovers. Fiona and mom had already eaten, and the rule for the housekeeper in Fiona’s family was to only buy fresh ingredients for the day, even for fruits and eggs. The fridge was empty except for a few bottles of cold water. I took one, downed half of it. Luckily, today’s trash bag was relatively clean, so I ate some leftover food from it. If I wake up early tomorrow, I can catch a freshly made, hot breakfast. It’s okay, it’s okay, Adeline. I silently cried while washing my hands, returned to the living room, and picked up my backpack. “Mom, I’m going upstairs.” Mom didn’t spare me a glance.

After returning to my room, I did some homework. Fiona pushed the door open and came in. Alone with her, I instinctively felt fear and shrank back. “What do you want?” Fiona smiled and slapped me, then nodded in satisfaction. “Hmm, now it matches the slap your mom gave you.” “Adeline, you’re getting bold, complaining about me to your mom right in front of me. Do you think she’ll care about you?” She took a lighter from her pocket, gripping my arm, dragging out her words slowly. “She’d be happier if you suffered.” “Ah!” The flame from the lighter burned into the inside of my arm, leaving scars of varying sizes. Fiona moved the lighter with interest, as if she were leisurely eating barbecue. “Don’t move. Otherwise, you’ll suffer more, and your mom won’t be happy if she finds out.” I screamed, crying with tears streaming down my face: “Mom, mom, save me…” I heard mom’s footsteps coming upstairs. I saw her standing outside the door. I met her eyes and begged her. “Mom, save me.” She looked away, passed my room, and went back to her own room. I heard the door open and close, smelling the scent of burning flesh. I could only kneel on the ground, begging Fiona to let me go. She kicked me, “Still dare to complain? You’re living in my house. Why can’t you learn to bow your head?” I shook my head desperately, “I won’t complain anymore. I won’t.” She seemed bored, clicking her tongue, “But if you don’t complain, what excuse do I have to bully you?” “Why don’t you keep complaining? It doesn’t matter if you do. Oh, right, you even had the nerve to ask your mom for help. Can’t you understand human language?” Fiona took out a sharp art knife from her pocket, eager to try it out. My face went pale, and I asked her to wait, then took off my uniform. “I have to wear it tomorrow.” She giggled, “Adeline, you’re really something.” As she spoke, her hands didn’t stop, the knife cutting from my shoulder blade down to my waist. I once looked in the mirror and saw my back covered with thin, long red lines. I gritted my teeth to bear the pain. When Fiona was done playing, I was drenched in cold sweat, lying on the floor, breathing heavily. Fiona left the room. I found the medical kit, skillfully applied medicine to myself, then climbed into bed. I felt cold, then hot, tightly wrapping myself in the blanket. Half-asleep, I heard mom’s voice. It was from before she and dad divorced when we were a complete family. Her voice was gentle. “Adeline, Adeline, you’re mommy’s treasure. Mommy loves you so much…”

The next day, I got up late. When I groggily went downstairs, Fiona and mom had already finished breakfast. The maid was about to throw away the leftovers, and I rushed to stop her. “Sorry, leave it for me. I’ll wash the dishes after.” The maid gave me a complicated look that made my face burn with shame, but I had to force a smile. She left the dishes for me, saying before she left, “There’s a boiled egg in the pot that no one ate, you can have it.” I was grateful for this bit of kindness and ate the boiled egg clean. After breakfast, there was still work to do. Mom might forget to give me living expenses next week, so I needed to earn some money myself and pay back my classmates. Yesterday, on my way back, I saw an old lady collecting drink bottles, saying they were fetching a nice price lately. I planned to try collecting some too. I found a plastic bag and went out. Just after rummaging through half a garbage can, it started to rain. The rain stung the wounds on my back, and I had to find shelter under an eave. The door of the villa behind opened, and someone came out. I was about to apologize and find another place to shelter when I recognized a familiar face. “Class president?” Ezra frowned, “Adeline, why are you here?” “I, I live here.” Ezra’s tone was doubtful, “Your house is here?” I kept my head down, unsure how to answer. Technically, I wasn’t part of Fiona’s family, just benefiting from my mom. He saw I didn’t respond and didn’t ask further, placing the trash he was holding at the door. Then he looked up, and his expression changed. “Adeline, what’s wrong with your back?” I hurriedly reached to touch it, finding faint red on my hand, likely from the wound reopening. “It’s nothing, I’m fine…” I said, trying to leave, but I felt dizzy and fell. When I woke up, I was lying in my bedroom, Fiona sitting by my bed. “You have a fever. Ezra brought you back. Adeline, how are you so lucky?” I shivered, in trouble. How could I forget that Fiona liked Ezra? Before, a girl from another class gave Ezra a love letter. Even though he rejected it, Fiona had someone corner the girl in the bathroom to teach her a lesson. Now that Ezra personally brought me back, what would Fiona do? Fiona crossed her arms, expressionless. “Ezra also asked about your back. I said maybe you accidentally hurt it. I don’t know if he believed me—Adeline, are you pretending to be pitiful in front of him, or do you want to expose me to him?” “I didn’t mean that, definitely not.” I tried to explain, to prove my innocence, but Fiona sneered and walked away. She didn’t immediately trouble me, making me even more anxious. Yet I couldn’t worry about that now. I was dizzy from the fever, and there was no fever medicine in the kit. I could only add an extra blanket and sweat it out, also realizing the bag of bottles I collected was gone, making today’s efforts futile, feeling desperate.

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My company needed someone to go abroad to assist a branch office, and my father, the chairman, wanted my younger sister and me to draw lots to decide. Before Dad could hand me the slip, I exclaimed, “Dad, I’ll go abroad! Let Nora stay here!” In my previous life, I was engaged to Jasper, the heir of Jasper Corporation. After drawing lots to stay in the country, I married Jasper. Unexpectedly, my sister went abroad, and within a year, she was assaulted by a homeless man one night on the street and later chose to end her life by slitting her wrists. Before her death, she left a message for Jasper, claiming I manipulated the draw to avoid going abroad. From then on, Jasper resented me, and I realized my husband had always loved my sister. He deceived me into going to the street where the incident occurred under the pretense of a trip abroad, beat me, and forced me to kneel to atone to my sister. “If you hadn’t interfered with the draw, how would Nora have been assaulted? Why wasn’t it you who died?” He cursed me with fury, venting all his anger on me. He even spent a lot of money bribing that homeless man to strip me and humiliate me publicly. “You love manipulating so much? I’ll make you feel the pain Nora felt.” What he didn’t know was that I was already pregnant with his child. I pleaded with him to let me go, but he watched as the homeless man humiliated me, ordered my limbs to be broken, and eventually, I died from massive bleeding. Reborn, I decisively abandoned everything in the country, fulfilling the desires of Jasper and Nora, those two betrayers. …

When I announced I wanted to go abroad to assist, Dad and Mom looked at me in shock. “Cora, have you really thought this through? What about your engagement with the Jiang family? Don’t you love Jasper from the Jiang family?” I swallowed hard, recalling the pain of having my limbs broken. “Dad, I’ve decided to go abroad to help. As for the engagement, let my sister and Jasper decide. I’m not marrying him.” Mom stared at me, seemingly trying to discern something from my eyes. Seeing the determination in my eyes, she sighed and finally agreed to my request. Just as I turned to pack my luggage, there was a hurried knock at the door. Jasper rushed in like a madman and hugged Nora. His eyes were red, and he was panting heavily. “Thank God, I made it in time,” Jasper murmured to himself, holding Nora even tighter. After a long silence, he let go of Nora and turned to Mom. “Auntie, the one I love isn’t Cora but Nora. We’ve already pledged our lives to each other!” He knelt, eyes moist, looking at Dad and Mom. “Please, Auntie and Uncle, let us be. Annul my engagement with Cora and betroth me to Nora.” I froze for a moment. It seemed Jasper was also reborn. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to calm down. “Jasper…” I was about to tell him I wanted to break off the engagement when he interrupted me. “Cora, I’d never marry a woman like you! If I can’t marry Nora, I’d rather remain single forever!” His face twisted with anger, yelling at me. He looked just like he did in the past life, crazily seeking revenge on me. I shrank back, and Mom stepped forward to gently hold me. “Jasper, calm down. Cora already said she wants to go abroad to help. Since you and Nora are in love, prepare to marry her then!” Dad patted Jasper’s shoulder and spoke in a deep voice. Jasper was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with wild joy. He excitedly kissed Nora. “Thank you, Uncle, for allowing this. Nora, we can finally be together.” Even though I knew what kind of person he was, my heart still ached. Jasper held Nora’s hand and left the house to discuss wedding plans. After they left, Mom and Dad were about to head back to their rooms to continue working, but I stopped them. “Mom, Dad, this time I’m going abroad, I plan to live there long term. I won’t come back unless necessary.” Mom looked back at me, and she came forward to pat my back. “Child, I know, you’ve been wronged.” “If that’s what you want, then go. Mom and Dad will always support you!”

Mom and Dad were always like this, unconditionally supporting their daughter. I knew that because I was more obedient and sensible than Nora, they favored me. In the previous life, they knew I admired Jasper for a long time and deliberately let me stay in the country to marry him. I went to the mall near home to buy some things I’d need abroad. I happened to run into Jasper and Nora picking out a wedding dress. Nora excitedly compared the most expensive wedding dress against herself. In the previous life, I also wanted this wedding dress, but Jasper refused. “Cora, I want something low-key. This dress is too flashy, and it’s only worn once, there’s no need.” Now, he bought that wedding dress without hesitation. Turns out the difference between love and not loving is this obvious! I was about to turn to leave when Nora’s sharp eyes caught sight of me, and she called out. “Sis, you’re here at the mall too!” She walked towards me holding Jasper’s hand, her face brimming with happiness. “Our wedding is set for three days from now. The master said it’s a lucky day. Sis, you must come to our wedding! Without your blessing, my wedding wouldn’t be perfect.” “I have to pack for my trip abroad, my flight is booked for tomorrow. I’m afraid…” “Since Nora asked, you better be there on time.” “I know you’re also reborn. If you’re not there that day, I’ll kill Whiskers. Make it suffer the same fate as you did in your past life.” Jasper leaned in, threatening me harshly in my ear. My body shuddered. Whiskers is my little cat, a gift from Aunt Genevieve before she passed away. Back then, Mom and Dad were always busy with work, while Aunt Genevieve pampered me like her own daughter. After Aunt Genevieve’s death, I often held Whiskers and secretly missed her. Filled with resentment, I nodded. As I turned to leave, Nora grabbed my hand. “Sis, since I’m the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, the jade pendant around your neck…” It was the last keepsake Aunt Genevieve gave me before she passed, acknowledging me as her goddaughter, and she personally put it on me for protection. Nora smiled slyly at the jade on my neck. I glared, “This was a gift from Aunt Genevieve, not a Jiang family heirloom, there’s no need…” “Nora, I can buy you ten or eight of such jade pendants, no need for this one. I have plenty at home.” Jasper replied softly to Nora. “Sis, Aunt Genevieve’s jade pendant was meant for her daughter-in-law. Are you mad at me for taking Jasper? I’m sorry, sis.” Nora’s eyes immediately filled with tears, and she looked pitifully wronged. Jasper by her side immediately frowned with concern, patting Nora’s head. “My mom’s jade pendant is for my future wife. Take it off!” Facing Jasper’s fierce gaze, memories of him forcing me to kneel and apologize flashed back. The shadows of the past haunted me, I didn’t dare refuse him. I could only shakily remove the pendant and hand it to Nora. A sly glint passed through her eyes, and as she took the pendant, she suddenly let it slip. I instinctively tried to catch it, but it shattered on the ground. The pendant broke into pieces, and I couldn’t help but squat down, sobbing quietly. Nora pouted in a tea-like manner, “Sis, I know you hate me. If you really want to marry Jasper, I can go abroad instead. For the family business and your love, I can give up everything here!” “But… but why did you break the pendant? It was Aunt Genevieve’s keepsake! It’s Jasper’s only memory of her!” She loudly lamented her grievance, attracting the attention of passersby, and soon we were surrounded by a crowd. “This woman is so vile, breaking the pendant and trying to steal her sister’s fiancé, shameless.” “Someone like her should be executed, all her education wasted.” “Exactly, people like her pollute the air just by living. That was a keepsake!” “Eyeing her sister’s husband is a disgrace to women.” The piercing curses and mockery from the crowd reached me, and I silently picked up the pendant pieces with a handkerchief. I caught a glimpse of Nora’s smug smile towards me. Jasper, with a sullen face, approached and leaned down, giving me a hard slap. He gripped my chin, warning me. “Don’t try any tricks again, haven’t given up yet, Cora? Still want to taste being beaten and humiliated to death?” Jasper shoved me aside, holding Nora as they left. I covered my swollen face, clutching the broken pieces of the pendant tightly until my hand began to bleed, staining the handkerchief with bright red blood. I carefully wrapped the pieces, whispering to myself. “Sorry, Aunt Genevieve, I broke my promise.”

By the time I got home, it was late. Mom, Dad, and my sister were gathered around the dining table, eating. Jasper was there too. I went straight to my room to tend to my wounds. By the time I finished, Mom and Dad had already left after dinner. Jasper sat on the living room sofa, playing with his phone. Only Nora remained, smiling wickedly. “Sis, come eat! We saved food for you, it won’t taste good if it gets cold!” With that, she pushed a big plate of meat in front of me. I carefully wrapped up the shards, whispering softly to myself. “Sorry, Aunt Genevieve, I’ve broken my promise.” 3 It was late when I finally got home. My parents and sister were at the dining table having dinner, and Jasper was present as well. I headed straight to my room to treat my wound. By the time I was done, my parents had already left the table. Jasper was on the couch in the living room, absorbed in his phone. Only Nora remained, with a mischievous grin on her face. “Sis, come eat! We saved some food for you. If you wait any longer, it’ll get cold and not taste as good!” With that, she pushed a large plate of meat toward me. I picked up a piece and took a bite. The taste was odd; I couldn’t determine what kind of meat it was. Noticing the sinister smile in Nora’s eyes, realization hit me like a flash. “Whiskers! Whiskers!” Normally, Whiskers would be at my side as soon as I got home, but today, there was no sign of the cat. I began searching frantically for Whiskers. Nora chuckled and pointed at the meat in front of me. “Don’t bother looking, sis. Isn’t your Whiskers right there in front of you?” A wave of darkness washed over me. I stuck my fingers down my throat and vomited. “Oh dear sister, I’m just sad you’re heading abroad. The food there won’t match up to home-cooked meals. Anyway, that animal was of no use. I personally cooked this tasty meal for you to remind you of home.” Her laughter echoed with triumph as she took the plate of meat. I clenched my teeth, and after a moment, my anger burst forth. I punched Nora. “Nora! Why? I’ve given you everything, so why do this to me? What did Whiskers ever do to you?” Nora held her face, screaming hysterically. “How dare you ask why? Don’t think I don’t know that in our past life, Mom and Dad favored you and made sure I was sent abroad.” “Do you have any idea how much I suffered in my previous life? A vagrant followed me home and abused me day and night.” “I had to serve him just to survive. And you? You were living comfortably back home!” “Sis, it’s your turn this time to endure everything. I want you to feel the pain I went through and ruin everything you have.” I was in disbelief, shaking my head with difficulty holding back my emotions. “So… you’ve been reborn too. Then you must know how Jasper tormented me in our past life and how I died.” “I didn’t know you would face such things abroad. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you go. Tell me, what did you say to Jasper back then?” I clutched my heart in agony, while Nora’s smile twisted grotesquely. “Stop pretending to be a saint, Cora. Your hypocrisy makes me sick.” “As for what I said, finish the dinner I made for you, and I’ll tell you.” She picked up the steaming plate of meat and approached me. She glanced at Jasper in the living room, her eyes gleaming with calculation, and let out a wicked laugh. Suddenly, she staggered backward, and the plate of meat spilled onto her, scalding her skin red. As I stood there in shock, Jasper rushed over, slapping me twice before kicking me to the ground. My ears rang, and my cheeks swelled rapidly. Jasper didn’t waste time scolding me; he just picked up Nora and ran cold water over her arms to soothe the burns. Nora whimpered and cried, while Jasper gently comforted her. I lay on the ground, unable to hear anything. After tending to Nora, Jasper walked over to me, grabbed me by the hair, and slapped me repeatedly like a madman. I was in so much pain I nearly passed out, unable to fight back. All I saw when I closed my eyes was Jasper’s ruthless demeanor before my death in our past life. Maybe it would be better to just die. Jasper seemed to tire of hitting me and tossed me aside, panting heavily. “Let me warn you again: don’t make me kill you a second time. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t live or die!”

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I was at the engagement party with my childhood sweetheart, Jasper, when my foster sister burst into the hall, crying that she’d miscarry without him. She claimed Jasper got drunk, entered the wrong room, and mistook her for me, taking her again and again. Jasper was flustered, and the gentle hand that was on Phoebe’s shoulder fell away: “Adeline, let me explain!” I looked at the champagne roses filling the hall, removed my ring, and clapped: “The trash can is out the door on the left.” The whole room erupted, and Phoebe bit her lip as tears streamed down her face. The bodyguards quickly came forward to escort her out. They didn’t know that after they had plotted to kill my parents, seized the property, and poisoned me, I was reborn. Reborn to the engagement party where none of it had happened yet. “Sister!” Phoebe screamed and struggled. “I didn’t mean to… Jasper was drunk and mistook me for you.” … She spoke, deliberately revealing the ambiguous red marks on her neck. I felt a wave of nausea and my fingertips dug into my palms. A few hours earlier, I’d woken up in the lounge, with my whole being in a daze. The last moments before my death kept replaying in my mind. I was forced to drink poison, my insides felt like they were pierced by a thousand steel needles. I fell to the ground, seeing Phoebe holding Jasper’s arm, looking down on me with a smile. “Sister, rest in peace.” Phoebe caressed her slightly swollen belly. “Jasper and I will take good care of the Anderson family.” My vision blurred and finally fixed on the news of my parents’ tragic deaths— “Anderson Corporation’s chairman and wife die in a car crash, only daughter Adeline suffers a mental breakdown…” All these past events made my head spin. The two people I trusted most, my childhood sweetheart and my sister, both betrayed me. “Adeline? Adeline!” A familiar voice snapped me back to reality, and behind me was my worried mother. “Why are you daydreaming before your engagement?” My mother adjusted my diamond necklace, “The Harris Family is all here.” I looked at everything familiar in the hall, things I had personally arranged for Jasper. In hindsight, it was truly ironic. The banquet hall was resplendent, and Jasper, in a white suit, was gracefully accepting blessings. A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. “Adeline, you look beautiful today.” I looked at the face I used to be infatuated with, feeling a surge in my stomach: “Mr. Harris.” I subtly avoided his outstretched hand, “The emcee is calling us.” Jasper’s expression froze for a moment, then he raised a smile: “Adeline, there’s no need to be distant. After today, we’ll be the closest of people.” I secretly smiled. 3, 2, 1… I silently counted down, anticipating the upcoming drama. Sure enough, halfway through the engagement ceremony, the doors to the banquet hall were suddenly flung open. My sister stumbled in, her dress neckline torn half open, and rushed straight to Jasper. “Jasper, how could you do this to me…” Jasper’s face changed drastically, but instinctively he caught Phoebe, “Phoebe, what are you…” “I can’t go on!” Phoebe screamed hysterically, “Sister, Jasper got drunk last night and, and…” She deliberately let her strap slide down, revealing more marks. The guests’ eyes darted between the three of us, and murmurs filled the room. Mrs. Anderson was the first to lose composure, striding over to Phoebe, her gaze sharp. “Didn’t you say you twisted your ankle and couldn’t attend?” Phoebe sobbed, while Jasper comfortingly wiped her tears away. What a pair of lovers! What a display of uncontrollable emotions! It’s just a pity; one is my fiancé, and the other is my dear sister. I stood still and suddenly laughed. 2 I slowly walked to the emcee’s platform and took the microphone from the bewildered MC. “Everyone, it seems today’s engagement party will have an added show.” “Adeline!” Jasper urgently let go of Phoebe, “Let me explain, I was drunk last night and mistook Phoebe for you…” “Really?” I opened my phone, “Then on the 15th of last month, room 2808 at the Hilton Hotel, did you mistake someone then too?” The large screen suddenly lit up, playing a high-definition video— Jasper was holding Phoebe’s waist as they entered the elevator, kissing eagerly, and Phoebe even provocatively made a V-sign at the camera. The date was clearly displayed: 23 days ago. “No! This can’t be!” Phoebe screamed and lunged at the control panel, then turned to me, “Sister, you misunderstood! It’s fake!” I easily sidestepped and pressed play on the recording pen pinned to my skirt— “Jasper, I don’t want you to marry my sister, when will we…” Phoebe’s voice was sickeningly sweet, and the moans made one’s blood boil. “Don’t worry, she’s not as good as you, really a waste of a pretty face, our Phoebe is better~” “The kind that… can’t be detected.” The moans rose higher and higher, and the children in the room had already been taken away by their elders when the video started. The faint sounds were abruptly cut off. The room was dead silent. “What misunderstanding? That you’re calling me sister while climbing into my fiancé’s bed?” I wanted to laugh out loud. Jasper’s face was ashen: “Adeline, were you monitoring me?” “Monitoring?” I threw the engagement ring at his face, “I was afraid of dying for no reason!” I sneered inside. In my past life, they had imprisoned me in a mental hospital, forcing me to listen to this pair of scum flaunt their deeds. Things like “I had him before your engagement~” Or “We pick a hotel on the 15th of every month~” Or “Even though I promised Jasper to hold back at the engagement party, I just couldn’t help it~” Or “Sister, everything you have is inferior to me~ I want you to live in my shadow forever~” Jasper would only fondly tap Phoebe’s nose while laughing at my drug-induced torment. “You were impulsive at the engagement party, but fortunately, we convinced Mrs. Anderson to switch people on the spot.” “Indeed, who cares about alliances in the face of benefits, honey, luckily it was you~” The two shamelessly performed their live show in front of me, and just recalling it made me sick. “Trash matches scum, I wish you both an eternal bond.” By this time, my mother was already furious, and my father swung his fist at Jasper’s head. “I gave you face and you want to sleep with my precious one!” Jasper was so frightened by the fierce punch that he instinctively dodged. My father, even angrier, grabbed his collar and punched him again. Tears welled up in my eyes, not everything is about interests. My parents weren’t. It was they who wanted to estrange me from my parents before I died. In my past life, I was enraged by Phoebe’s act of snatching my fiancé, and the mocking and ridiculing eyes from so many people. Having always been smooth sailing, I covered my face and went to the bathroom to fix my makeup. My pride wouldn’t allow me to want something used, even if… This person was my beloved childhood sweetheart. But I fainted in the bathroom and woke up to be told the engagement party was over. The alliance partner was not me. The engagement party, broadcast live, had me mocked to no end. Comments like “Anderson’s young lady is nothing special” were unbearable. My mother visited once when I first woke up. “Adeline, Jasper is not your soulmate.” My conversation with my parents ended with that sentence. Afterwards, there was no word from them. Watching my parents rage and beating Phoebe and Jasper, I suddenly understood. It was their scheme. This time, I didn’t play into their hands, didn’t beg, didn’t plead, and didn’t have any ridiculous infatuation. 3 “Adeline, trust me once! I really know I’m wrong!” Jasper, being beaten, desperately grabbed my hand, his face bruised and swollen, pleading with me. The Harris family also realized what was happening and began to urge me. I knew I was susceptible to this. My usually gentle and elegant parents had their lips tightly pressed; they knew I liked Jasper, liked him dearly. They feared I would soften and plead. I raised my lips and slapped him backhanded. “Slap!” The crisp sound echoed throughout the banquet hall. Jasper’s face turned to the side, and another red mark appeared on his face. “Jasper, Mr. Harris,” I sneered, shaking off my numb hand, “Do you think I’m still as stupid as before?” I took out my phone and pulled up the bank statements: “In the past three months, what you’ve embezzled from Anderson Corporation…” “Adeline!” Several voices drowned out my next words. Luke Aiden’s rebuke, Jasper’s interruption, and Phoebe’s shame and anger. Luke Aiden was the first to react, slamming the table and questioning: “Adeline! Are you trying to ruin the cooperation between our two families?” I paused for a moment, and Luke Aiden was satisfied with my reaction, bringing all the business pressure onto me. “Miss Anderson,” Luke Aiden’s face was dark, his voice low, “It’s normal for young people to have conflicts, why be so aggressive?” Jasper understood, limping to turn off the screen, then confessing. “Adeline, today is our engagement day, I know I’m wrong, give me another chance.” The face Jasper wore made me sick. My mind whirled, my gaze meeting my mother’s wink. A childhood signal, whenever this happened, my father would lose the game. I smiled inside, my parents were supporting me. They wanted to see my performance, they were willing to back me up. I had a plan, and instead of looking at Jasper, I stared directly at Luke Aiden. “Uncle Aiden, your son slept with my foster sister, and you call this ‘a little conflict’?” Jasper limped over to switch off the big screen, then turned to seek forgiveness. “Adeline, it’s our engagement day. I realize my mistake. Please give me another chance.” Jasper’s face was truly unpleasant to behold. My mind was racing, and I caught my mother giving me a knowing wink. It was a childhood signal. Every time this happened, my father would inevitably lose the game. I smiled inwardly; my parents were backing me. They wanted me to succeed, and they were ready to support me. Resolute, I ignored Jasper and addressed Mr. Harris directly. “Uncle Harris, your son slept with my foster sister, and you call that ‘a minor disagreement’?” Mr. Harris’s expression grew even darker. “Jasper made a mistake any man might make, but the cooperation between Anderson Corporation and the Harris Family cannot stop. Does your father know you’re causing such a scene today?” He was trying to intimidate me. I was well-acquainted with Mr. Harris’s tactics. In my previous life, he was the one who orchestrated the downfall of the Anderson Family, step by step. “Uncle Harris,” I put on an innocent facade, “I just want some fairness.” “Fairness?” Mr. Harris sneered, turning to my father, whose clothes were slightly rumpled. “Mr. Anderson, don’t forget, the project in the west of the city is still under my control.” He left the sentence unfinished, but I understood, as did everyone present. It was my father’s most crucial project recently, with a significant part of Anderson Corporation’s funds invested. “And also, last month’s loan, the approval materials seem to have some issues…” My heart sank heavily. So, the Harris Family had started laying the groundwork this early. Mr. Harris, seeing his point made, signaled for Jasper to approach and take my hand. “Get away! Uncle Harris, are you threatening me?” “Adeline! You don’t…” Jasper protested. “Ha.” My mother, who had been silent, chuckled and clapped. “What a show, truly a farce. Adeline, come to your mother.” I smiled and lifted my dress as I headed toward my mom. My mother was a strong woman, with a sharp eye, and she naturally saw through the Harris Family’s intentions. She never thought much of Jasper’s weak methods, and this time it was beyond her expectations. “Mr. Harris, are you threatening the Anderson and Yin Families?” My mother was from the Yin Family, a clan that had remained hidden from the world, and today they sent her to congratulate her granddaughter’s wedding. Since she married my father, she had never suffered such humiliation. She elegantly curved her lips, her eyes filled with coldness. “Young Mr. Harris, my Adeline has never owed you anything, but you… are ungrateful.” “Phoebe, come here.” Caught off guard, Phoebe trembled as she was brought forward. Watching this scene, I felt truly delighted. I didn’t mind my parents taking it out on them. It would be best if this pair were locked away forever. “Mom.” Phoebe’s pitiful voice sounded, and I clearly saw Jasper’s eyes avoidantly shifting. “Call me aunt, I have only one daughter.” My mother mercilessly stripped away this layer of pretense. She could love Phoebe, but Phoebe couldn’t take it for granted. After all, Phoebe had always vaguely hinted at Mrs. Anderson’s affection for her. “Tell me, was it Adeline who slandered you on the 15th of last month?” Before Phoebe could speak, my mother turned to Jasper. “And you, tell me, where was the mistake in this matter?” Jasper’s lips moved but he didn’t speak, and I chuckled lightly. How poor my judgment must have been to like this person for over ten years. Phoebe couldn’t sit still. She knew her parents’ personalities too well, they were resolute and clear in their likes and dislikes. Without my mother’s affection, she feared she wouldn’t survive till tomorrow, with her father being so spineless. “Auntie, I know I wronged my sister, but Jasper and I… we truly love each other.” Phoebe looked pitiful, evoking sympathy from several men present. Jasper made his choice, kneeling on the spot and knocking his head twice in front of my parents. “Uncle, Auntie, I’m the one who was foolish, I’m the one who wronged Adeline.” He looked deeply at Phoebe. “I’m sorry to Phoebe, I want to marry her, please Uncle, Auntie, allow it!” I watched this play with amusement, wondering if the new couple could go far without financial support. Phoebe was the daughter of a friend who was abandoned after a friend’s accident. After the accident, my father discussed with my mother to adopt her. Back then, I was full of hope, looking forward to my new sister’s arrival. I remember the first time I saw her, so small and thin, and took her hand. But later, why did it turn into self-destructive pleasing of the other? When did the other gain such control?

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Three years ago, I was kidnapped. Although I was eventually rescued, I developed severe PTSD. Whenever thoughts of the kidnapping surfaced, it felt as if my head was splitting open, and I wished for death. Under Jasper’s attentive care, the wounds in my heart slowly began to heal. To help me transition back to a normal life, he secured a role for me in a film. However, this film included a kidnapping scene, and Jasper argued with the screenwriter to have the script changed. But to maintain the performance’s authenticity, I filmed according to the original script under immense pressure, and in the end, my performance moved everyone present. At the celebration party that night, I overheard Jasper talking to his brother. “Showa, you’re quite ruthless, letting someone who’s actually experienced a kidnapping act in a kidnapping scene?” Jasper responded indifferently, “Since the lead actress is ruined and has to undergo surgery and seek revenge, I naturally have to pave the way for Adeline.” “And thanks for helping me plan the kidnapping; otherwise, Genevieve wouldn’t have delivered such a spectacular performance today. The box office is secure.” I was in a daze and dialed an unknown number, “Director Beckett, I’m willing to be your leading lady…” “By the way, make sure to heavily promote Genevieve’s kidnapping from three years ago. I think many in the audience will buy into that.” “But I want all the box office credit to go to Adeline. I promised her I’d help her win the Golden Horse Best Actress.” Jasper’s brother, Finn, spoke again, “Showa, I never believed in love before. But seeing you willing to sacrifice two years to help Adeline achieve her dream, I’m deeply moved.” “Once you and Adeline are together, what are you going to do with Genevieve?” Jasper replied coldly, “A useless pawn should naturally be discarded.” Every word from Jasper was like a cavalry charge, destroying the hope he had built for me. Finn teased with drunken humor, “Even though Genevieve has become mentally unstable, she’s still a star. She must be quite a treat, right?” Jasper chuckled and licked his lips as if savoring, “Indeed.” I bit my lip hard, my nails digging into my trembling arm. I had once thought of Jasper as the only light in my dark world. But I never imagined that all the darkness in my world was caused by him. Now, he was tearing open my healed wounds again, just to make me a stepping stone for his muse. The phone rang; it was Jasper calling. “Genevieve, are you okay?” His voice was full of tenderness. Had I not overheard the conversation, I would have seen him as my salvation and continued to give willingly for him. But now, just hearing his voice or thinking of his face triggered my PTSD. Curled up on the ground in agony, I pleaded, “Please don’t hit me, I’ll do whatever you want! Please let me go…” “Genevieve? Genevieve?” Jasper’s voice was anxious. I knew he was just worried that my condition would stop me from finishing tomorrow’s final scene, which would delay Adeline. Jasper quickly found me curled up in a corner. “Genevieve.” The moment he touched me, it felt like countless silver needles pierced my skin. I lay on the ground, “Please spare me, I’ll even let you sleep with me…” A trace of disgust showed on Jasper’s lips, but he quickly hid it. He squatted down and held me tightly. “It’s me, Showa! I’ve chased the bad guys away. No one can hurt you now!” Before today, Jasper’s embrace was the best remedy for my psychological trauma. But now, this remedy, full of lies, was poison. Finn also rushed out, “Showa, her condition seems worse than before.” Seeing my nearly insane state, he seemed a bit frightened, “Maybe we should use medication?” “No!” Jasper refused for me. “Those drugs would suppress or even kill her emotions.” I understood what he meant. He was afraid the antidepressants would affect my performance in front of the camera. “Genevieve, you have to be strong! After tomorrow’s final scene, let’s get married.” Upon hearing those words, my symptoms eased a lot. After all, it was my biggest dream besides acting. But back then, Jasper always refused my proposals, citing my career’s rising phase. Now I realize he simply didn’t love me. Just like how he knew I had PTSD from the kidnapping, yet still had me act out a kidnapping scene. To maintain his devoted persona, he even staged a scene with the scriptwriter. Love and lack of love are so obvious; I just chose to ignore it. “After this scene, you won’t act anymore, I’ll take care of you.” He gently placed me in the car as he spoke. “Genevieve, Genevieve…” He called my name twice. I pretended not to answer, and he thought I had fallen asleep and chatted freely with Finn. “Showa, are you really going to marry her? Your sacrifice seems too big.” Jasper smirked, “Do you think her illness is that serious? She’s just pretending to get my attention. It’s just talk anyway, no loss to me.” “But if she insists on staying in the film industry, to protect Adeline’s position, I would choose to marry her and take her away from the industry.” Finn clicked his tongue, “I didn’t expect you to do so much for love.” I held back tears, pinching my thigh to stop them from falling. Once home, Jasper gently laid me on the bed. He tidied the messy hair from my face, then planted a soft kiss on my cheek. His phone rang, and he moved to the door to answer it. Even though the voice on the other end was quiet, I recognized it as Adeline’s. I couldn’t hear what she said, but Jasper replied, “Okay, I’ll be right over.” Hearing him leave without hesitation, I finally allowed tears to fall. Now I realized that when he said he was busy before, it was probably because he was with Adeline. I waited for him all night, unaware he was with her. I told myself he wasn’t worth it, but I couldn’t stop the tears. My phone lit up with a message from Jasper. “I have work to do, I’ll pick you up from the set tomorrow.” How thoughtful of him, to send a message to comfort me while with another woman. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, another message came in. “Miss Bai, all the props you wanted are ready. Are you sure you want to act during tomorrow’s shoot?” Without much hesitation, I replied with a simple “Yes.” With that, the heavy stone in my heart began to ease. At dawn, I arrived early at the set. Today, we were shooting an explosion scene. In the past, Jasper would be there to check everything for such dangerous scenes. But with less than an hour until shoot time, he was still absent. I had just finished the final rehearsal when I spotted Adeline’s trailer in the corner. She wasn’t supposed to be on set until tomorrow. Curious, I knocked on the trailer door. A disheveled Jasper answered. “Showa, who is it?” Adeline’s voice, intimate and flushed, came from behind him. Seeing it was me, Jasper hurriedly buttoned his shirt, but soon regained his usual composure. “As an investor, I’m here to discuss the script’s future direction with Adeline.” I forced a smile, “Discussing the script, huh? Shouldn’t I join in for some insights?” “You should rest after your final scene today. You’ve worked hard recently.” Jasper’s tone was as gentle as ever, but Adeline frowned displeased behind him. It has indeed been hard, not just because of his deceit but also pretending nothing’s happened. As I was about to speak, Jasper’s assistant ran over with his work phone. “Mr. Showa, a partner is on the line.” Jasper took the call and patted my head, “Wait for me here, I’ll be back soon.” With that, he stepped out of the trailer. As soon as he left, Adeline approached me smugly. She flipped her hair back, revealing hickeys on her neck. “Miss Bai, your performance yesterday was fantastic. There’s a difference when you have real kidnapping experience!” At the mention of kidnapping, I couldn’t help but shudder. “Really, is it necessary to tear open your wounds for fame and fortune?” Adeline’s words were laced with mockery, stabbing at me like needles. “Curious about my chat with Jasper?” “We were discussing their company’s upcoming global ambassador, and I’m the only candidate!” “In time, the world will know your boyfriend chose his girlfriend’s rival as an ambassador. What will fans think then?” Adeline taunted, brushing her fingers across my cheek. Hearing the word “kidnapping,” I couldn’t help but tremble. “Honestly, is it worth reopening your own wounds just for fame and fortune?” Adeline’s sarcasm felt like sharp thorns trying to pierce through me. “You’re wondering what Jasper and I talked about, aren’t you?” “We discussed their company’s upcoming global ambassador, and I’m the only candidate!” “In time, if the whole world learns your boyfriend chose his girlfriend’s rival as the ambassador, what will fans and followers think?” Adeline touched my cheek provocatively. “Genevieve, you can’t beat me, just accept being my supporting role.” “I hope to see you clapping for me at this year’s Golden Horse Awards Ceremony!” I slapped Adeline’s hand away. “What are you doing?” Jasper walked in just then, catching the scene. He ignored my pain and yanked me off the trailer. Adeline feigned innocence, “Jasper, I was just discussing the script, and she suddenly hit me…” After her grievance, she pretended to be considerate, “Jasper, don’t blame Genevieve, it wasn’t her intention, she just had another episode.” “Genevieve, haven’t I told you, don’t hurt others during an episode, don’t cause trouble!” “If you’re jealous of Adeline’s acting, prove yourself through your work. Being ill isn’t your excuse!” In his anger, Jasper’s facade finally cracked. Seeing his true nature made me nauseous. I stared directly at Jasper, my eyes burning, but no tears fell. I didn’t bother explaining Adeline’s lies. Jasper held my hand tightly, “You must apologize to Adeline!” I looked at him coldly, “Let go, I need to film!” I shook off Jasper’s hand. As I walked away, Jasper shouted behind me, “If you don’t apologize to Adeline, I won’t see you again!” I thought silently, “Jasper, it’s not that you won’t see me, it’s that I don’t want you anymore!” Half an hour later, a massive explosion echoed throughout the film set. Flames shot into the sky accompanied by piercing screams. Jasper, with reddened eyes, rushed to the scene, “Genevieve! Genevieve, where are you?” His cries were drowned out by the approaching sirens. [4] “Genevieve! Genevieve!” The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, fires burned everywhere, but Jasper ignored it all, silently walking toward where I had last stood. “Jasper! It’s dangerous! What are you doing?” The producer on set desperately tried to hold him back. “My fiancée is still in there!” “Fiancée?” The producer was stunned. Despite Jasper’s many rumors over the years, he had never publicly acknowledged a relationship. Now suddenly there’s a fiancée? The producer hesitated and tentatively asked, “Jasper, are you talking about Ms. White?” Hearing my name, Jasper couldn’t hold back his tears. “Genevieve…” “Jasper, it’s dangerous here. The firefighters are here. Maybe Ms. White is okay…” The producer tried to pull Jasper away, but Jasper pushed him aside. “Get out of my way, don’t stop me!” “I need to find my Genevieve!” With that, he recklessly dashed into the fire scene. Fortunately, the explosion was concentrated, not causing a widespread fire. The director frowned at the scene, “How’s the headcount? Any casualties?” “No one was hurt, but… Ms. White is missing…” “Genevieve, where are you? You promised me, don’t leave me…” Firefighters and medical staff had arrived and started emergency rescue operations. Jasper, ignoring everything, rushed toward the explosion center, trying to find me himself. His designer suit was scorched by the flames, his hands covered in wounds, but he didn’t care. “Jasper, calm down!” Staff tried to restrain him, but he broke free. Adeline arrived, shocked at Jasper’s frantic state. “Jasper, are you looking for the hard drive? Don’t worry, the hard drive isn’t damaged. It won’t affect the next shoot!” “Genevieve, Genevieve…” Adeline was puzzled, even a bit gloating, “Why are you looking for her? She doesn’t have any scenes left. If she’s gone, she’s gone…” In the next moment, Jasper slapped her. “Shut up!” Jasper yelled, his eyes full of anger and urgency, “If you dare say another word, I’ll make sure you never work in this industry again!” Adeline covered her face, tears streaming down, unable to believe Jasper hit her for Genevieve. Everyone was stunned by the sudden chaos, the scene was a mess. Jasper had no time for Adeline’s complaints, he continued searching the debris for me. “Genevieve, if anything happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself…” he choked, his voice full of despair. At that moment, firefighters pulled a figure from the rubble. Jasper’s heart leapt into his throat. He rushed over, only to find it was just a prop dummy blown away by the blast. His hope shattered, he collapsed to the ground. “Genevieve, you can’t die, I won’t allow it…” he repeated, as if praying for a miracle. “Seems like there’s something!” Jasper staggered to his feet, moving forward, he pushed the rescue workers aside. “Genevieve…” But all he found was charred remains, until he saw something glinting. He knelt and dug it out with his hands. Jasper froze when he recognized it; it was the platinum engagement ring I had used countless times to propose to him… “This is Genevieve’s! This is the wedding ring she prepared for me!” He held up the ring, shouting excitedly, completely disregarding any CEO image. “Genevieve must be okay…” “Everyone, help me find her!” The rescue workers exchanged glances, “Mr. Jasper, the melting point of a human is far lower than that of a diamond. At this temperature, a person couldn’t possibly…” “No! No!”

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The day I returned from the refugee camp in Africa, my husband Asher’s mistress, Adeline, discovered she was pregnant. This happened because my mother, who suffers from dementia, ruined their celebration cake. In retaliation, Asher sent her to Adeline’s Unregulated Women’s Etiquette Camp, where she was mistreated, starved, deprived of a bed, and contracted a rare, deadly virus. I knelt in front of him, begging, “Please, I’m pleading with you. My mother has contracted a virus and needs urgent medical attention.” Without even looking up, Asher responded indifferently, “She drugged my father and caused my mother’s death. Sending her to the camp is just a way for her to learn some new skills.” “You don’t have to use her illness to gain sympathy. I know more about the camp than you do.” To save my mother, I was forced to wear revealing clothing and beg on the streets. People laughed and tore at my clothes, mocking, “Mr. Asher must be generous, letting his woman be played with by his friends.” Asher laughed with his mistress, “She’s just an old shoe. Who knows how many gang leaders have been with her? She’s filthy.” Eventually, I decided to fake my death and pursue my dreams elsewhere. Asher went mad, searching the world for any trace of me.

I lay dirty on the ground, my clothes half-torn. An old man nearby leered at me, whistling. “Enjoying the attention? You must love being ogled by men.” Asher’s teasing voice came to my ear. I shivered instinctively, and the rest of my clothes slipped off. Ignoring my dignity, I grabbed his pant leg, crying. “Asher, you promised that if I performed on the street in lingerie, you’d get my mother out of the etiquette camp.” I looked up at him, filled with hope. “Do I have to keep every promise?” Asher’s expression remained indifferent, and my heart sank. “Please, Asher, I’ll do anything…” “Enough. Addie said the camp has the best medical team. There’s no way a virus could spread.” “Your mother seduced my father and caused my mother’s death. Now you’re using her illness for sympathy. You’re both shameless.” His disdainful look drained the last of my strength. Asher was privileged from the start, and I only benefited because my mother worked as a maid for The Asher Family. From the age of three, I was always by Asher’s side. We were the best of friends until the year I turned 18, when my mother and Uncle Asher were caught together. Mrs. Asher couldn’t bear the betrayal and took her life that night. Asher didn’t make a scene; he calmly handled the funeral arrangements. He spent three years establishing himself at Asher Corp. By the time he was 20, he proposed, “Cora, a mother’s debt is paid by her daughter. I want you to stay with me to atone.” I looked at the tearful boy before me, unable to refuse. I softly agreed, “Okay.” But three years ago, on the anniversary of Mrs. Asher’s death, he brought back a woman, waking me from my sleep. “From now on, move to the storage room. The master bedroom is for Addie and me.” “And Addie’s hungry. She wants sweet and sour ribs. Go prepare them.” I stood there, confused. Before I realized what was happening, Asher dragged me out of the bedroom, putting an apron on me. I held back my emotions and served the sweet and sour ribs. But Adeline just took a bite and spat it out. “Asher, this dish is too salty. Is she targeting me on purpose?” Asher’s gaze turned sharp on me, “Why are you standing there? Do it again!” I kept remaking the sweet and sour ribs in the kitchen over and over. Each time, Adeline would take a bite and find fault. I endured the pain, raising my blistered hands from cutting the meat. “Asher, I…” “Enough, shut up. You can’t even handle a small thing.” Asher pulled Adeline into his arms, scolding me. Then he noticed my bleeding hands. The next moment, he pushed Adeline away, panic flashing in his eyes as he ran to me. “Cora, your hands are meant for holding knives.” He gently wiped the blood from my hands with a disinfectant wipe. Just then, Adeline clutched her stomach and screamed for help. “Asher, my stomach hurts…” Asher’s hand slipped in panic, driving the needle into my palm. “Addie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He anxiously held the screaming Adeline. She sobbed quietly in his arms, “Asher, I’m scared.” Asher glanced at the table, then turned to me. “Cora, I told you the title of Mrs. Asher will always be yours. Why make things hard for Addie?” With that, he signaled the bodyguards, “Feed the remaining sweet and sour ribs to Mrs. Asher.” The bodyguards approached and restrained me. They force-fed me the food like I was a pig. The more I struggled, the more they forced it down. Until I choked on a bone, convulsing, my vision fading as I collapsed. Asher fed an orange slice to Adeline. “Sweetheart, I punished her for you. Does your stomach still hurt?” Adeline provocatively licked Asher’s finger. “Asher, tonight I want to be in your and her bedroom. Is that okay?” Asher’s desire was instantly ignited. He picked Adeline up, and the bedroom lights flickered, mixed with man’s roars and woman’s whimpers. 2 The warmth beneath me pulled me back to reality. I looked up at Asher in panic, “Asher, the baby…” His face darkened, “What baby? Whose baby?” I clutched my aching belly, speaking numbly. “Last month’s incident, did you forget?” My words softened Asher’s expression a bit. He frowned at me, “Even if you seduced me last month when you returned, who knows if the child is a bastard from Africa?” My last hope vanished. “Sister, you’re pregnant with a gang leader’s child and want to use it to bind Asher.” Adeline’s voice was loud, and bystanders all stared at me. The lingerie I wore became a label of promiscuity. I instinctively tried to avoid their gaze. Asher thought I was guilty of being exposed. He roughly grabbed my hair, ripping away my last cover. “Weren’t the gang leaders in Africa enough for you?” I struggled to break free, but my body was weak. Just then, the tablet in my bag fell out. My mother’s pleas and men’s laughter echoed. My blood froze, and I collapsed, screaming desperately. “Please, let my mom go. I’ll do anything.” My pleas didn’t earn any mercy from the old man in the video. He maliciously tied my mom to a pillar. Then he pulled out his belt, beating her crazily. Watching my mom’s naked, scarred body, I lost control, banging my head on the ground before Asher. “Asher, I’m begging you. We were wrong back then.” “But you already took revenge, making mom demented.” “I’ll give up everything, just return my mom.” I kept banging my head until it bled. A strange emotion flickered in Asher’s eyes. He was about to help me up, but Adeline interrupted. “Asher, you’ve been to my camp. How could this happen?” “This is another AI-generated video.” She cried softly, and Asher’s hand retracted. He anxiously comforted Adeline, “Sweetheart, don’t cry. I’ll make Cora apologize.” He turned and kicked me in the stomach, “How dare you slander Addie? Apologize now.” I was thrown against a sanitation facility, its sharp edge piercing my belly. I lay on the ground, bleeding, unable to tell if my heart or body hurt more. The video call continued, and my mom seemed to sense something. She looked at the camera and smiled. I realized something was wrong, frantically shouting. “No, don’t, mom…” The next moment, mom broke free and jumped from the 30th-floor balcony. Time seemed to stand still. I forgot to breathe, and the video call abruptly ended. I went mad, clutching the tablet, laughing and crying. Asher frowned, snatching the tablet and smashing it. “Enough. Crying over an AI-generated video, how ridiculous.” Watching the shattered tablet, I clutched my chest. Overwhelmed by intense pain, I couldn’t hold on, vomiting blood. “No, don’t, Mom…” In the next moment, my mom broke free from the ropes and jumped off the 30th-floor balcony. Time seemed to stand still. I stood there, frozen, unable to breathe. The video call on the tablet cut off abruptly. I clutched the tablet, tears streaming down my face as I alternated between laughter and sobs. Asher furrowed his brows, grabbed the tablet from me, and smashed it onto the ground. “Enough. Crying over an AI-generated video won’t help.” Staring at the shattered tablet, I pressed my hand to my chest. A sharp pain coursed through me, and I couldn’t hold it any longer, coughing up blood. Asher panicked, pushing Adeline aside and lifting me up. “Cora, you can’t even die without my permission.” With the last of my strength, I opened my eyes. “Asher, we’re even now.” 3. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. I glanced outside the ward where Asher was on the phone with Adeline. I smirked bitterly and pulled out my phone to make a call. “I’ve decided. I want to join the International Rescue Station with you.” “And I need you to arrange a fake death service for me.” The man on the phone chuckled. “Alright, leave it to me.” I didn’t say much more, simply sending over my personal information. “Cora, what are you thinking about? The doctor said your miscarriage was due to excessive grief.” “Here, have some porridge. I made it especially for you.” Asher approached, offering a bowl of porridge. I placed my hand on my abdomen, tears falling unbidden. My mom’s body wasn’t even cold yet, and my baby was gone too. The pain in my heart was overwhelming. “Asher, from age three to thirty, we’ve been together long enough.” I didn’t look up to take the porridge, just spoke in a low tone. Asher’s hand holding the porridge shook slightly. He seemed very displeased with my words, gripping my chin angrily. “Cora, don’t be like this. I don’t like it. We can have another child.” “Besides, Addie’s due soon. Once the baby is born, we’ll register it under your name.” Forced to look up at him, I couldn’t say anything. Maybe my gaze was too calm, so Asher let go of me, leaving with just one sentence. “Cora, don’t overthink. Once you’re discharged, we can start trying for another baby.” I laughed, then cried while laughing. Asher was always like this, never understanding what I said, or maybe he just didn’t want to. I said nothing, closing my eyes in exhaustion. The image of my mother jumping off the building kept replaying in my mind. I forced myself to endure the pain and completed the discharge procedures. In an abandoned factory, I found my mother’s body. Looking at her waterlogged, pale form, I could no longer suppress my grief. Ignoring the stench, I cradled her face. In my memory, her kind smile seemed like it was just yesterday. Thunder and lightning roared in the sky, echoing the trembling of my heart. After a long while, I stood in front of Old Mr. Asher, holding my mother’s urn. “Uncle Asher, I can’t fulfill what I promised you.” When Mrs. Asher committed suicide, Old Mr. Asher asked me to hide the truth about her death. He feared Asher couldn’t handle the truth. I wanted to refuse and tell Asher the truth directly. But my mom softened, admitting she had seduced Uncle Asher. Now, because of that well-intentioned lie, she was gone forever. Old Mr. Asher looked at the urn in my hands, regretting and crying. “Cora, it’s Uncle, I’m sorry for you both. Here is twenty percent of Asher Group’s shares, as compensation.” I didn’t refuse, taking the share transfer document and leaving. 4. I returned to The Asher Family, worn out and carrying my mother’s urn. “Since you’re discharged, go make some soup for Addie.” Asher was surprised to see me, then commanded. I looked at him with a mocking smile, “Asher, you can’t control me anymore.” My words left Asher confused, panic flashing in his eyes. “Oh, sis, where did you get that box? Is it a gift for me and the baby?” Imogen’s proud voice rang out as she snatched the urn from my hands. The last thread in my heart snapped, and I lunged at her. “Give me back my stuff.” Imogen shrieked, hiding behind Asher. “West, I just took a worthless box. Sis is so stingy.” Asher frowned, looking at me with a stern voice. “Enough. It’s just a worthless box. Is there a need to fight over it?” “Asher, do you know what’s inside?” I said painfully. But Asher dismissed it with a sneer, “Who cares what’s inside? If Addie likes it, you should give it to her.” My blood froze, and I slapped Asher across the face. “That’s my mom’s urn. Do you understand an urn?” Asher was stunned, disbelief in his eyes as he looked at me. “Cora, you hit me…” His eyes showed a hint of hurt, but I had no energy for more argument. Just as I moved to retrieve the urn, Imogen tossed it into the sewer. “Oh, sorry, sis, my hand slipped.” She turned, looking at me proudly, madness in her eyes. I froze, staring at her face. A fierce hatred surged, beyond my control. “Go to hell.” I lunged at Imogen, choking her. Imogen didn’t expect my boldness, trying to resist. But I pinned her down. “Imogen, I told you I didn’t want to fight you. Why couldn’t you leave me alone?” Seeing I was about to choke Imogen into unconsciousness, Asher finally reacted. He yanked my hair, pulling me off her. “Enough, Cora, are you insane? Claiming a worthless box is an urn.” “A few days ago, I saw your mom at the camp with two new boyfriends. So promiscuous, even with dementia, she can’t stop chasing men.” I broke down, crouching and sobbing, love and hate merging in a flash. I’ve never hated Asher more than at this moment. Not even when he sent me to an African refugee camp on a whim from Imogen. In the camp, I lived a life worse than death. Any man could take advantage of me. I always fantasized Asher would look back at me. But now, that dream shattered. Mom was gone, too. Seeing my extreme sadness, Asher tried to help me up, but Imogen’s pitiful voice interrupted. “West, I think I’m going into labor.” Asher immediately released me. “Addie, don’t be afraid. I’ll get you to the hospital.” In a rush, he picked up the crying Imogen and hurried to the hospital, not forgetting to warn me before leaving. “You better pray Addie and her baby are okay.” I laughed sarcastically. “Then wish her and the baby well!” After composing myself, I retrieved my mom’s urn from the sewer. I calmly packed my things and set fire to what I couldn’t take. Then, with Remy, I boarded a plane to Ireland. Asher sent me a message with a photo of Imogen and the safe baby. “Cora, our future child will be even cuter.” I removed the SIM card and tossed it in the trash. On the other side, holding the baby, Asher felt an inexplicable agitation. After handing the baby to a nurse, he anxiously dialed my number. But all he got was an unconnected message. At that moment, Old Mr. Asher stormed over, slapping Asher hard. “You disgrace, how long will you keep this up?” Asher scoffed, “Did Cora complain to you again?” Old Mr. Asher sighed, closing his eyes in pain. “Asher, things weren’t as you thought. You hurt Cora wrongly.” He handed Asher an agreement, his hands trembling. Asher took it, confused, and glanced at it. The next second, he was stunned, looking at Old Mr. Asher in a panic. “How is this possible? Is Cora conspiring with you to deceive me again?”

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I went against my family’s objections and married the chauffeur’s son. Three years into our marriage, I helped Jude rise to the position of the company’s second-in-command. “Honey, this appointment ceremony is all thanks to you. I’ll love you forever.” He endured harsh trials to marry me, kneeling in the pouring rain for three days and nights, silently enduring my father’s wrath, and shielding me in a car accident, nearly at the cost of his own life. After marriage, he treated me with endless care, just as he always had. I never regretted marrying him. The night before the promotion ceremony, I wanted to surprise him with the news that my father had agreed to give him shares. But I overheard intimate whispers from the study door! Through the crack, I saw it was Cora, the illegitimate daughter, with my husband! “Baby, after tomorrow, the company will be ours. I’ve waited for this day for so long.” “If you hadn’t endured so much to marry Nora, we wouldn’t have what we do today. You’ve worked hard, my dear.” I was in shock, overwhelmed with pain. I couldn’t believe the man I loved was so deceitful! The next day, I personally handed the promotion gift to Jude, and he was stunned on the spot!

“Honey, look at this.” On a rainy night, I changed into a light nightgown and handed the document to Jude, who was still working. “Why aren’t you asleep yet? I have a lot of work tonight; don’t let it disturb your rest.” Jude held me close, not even glancing at the document in my hand, his heart and eyes full of me. “Take a look at what this is.” I gently blocked his attempt to kiss me, nodding towards the text on the table. Jude looked at me curiously, unsure of the little game I was playing. “This is…” Jude’s smile widened, filled with surprise and excitement. “The Vice Chairman’s appointment letter!” Jude exclaimed, almost standing up in excitement, nearly dropping me in the process. “Honey, I love you so much! How did you convince those old fossils?” Jude’s eyes sparkled with joy as he kissed my cheek. “It wasn’t that hard. Although my dad threatened to cut ties with me, blood is thicker than water. Promoting you is also for my own good.” I lowered my eyes, happy for him. Jude is the son of our family’s chauffeur, from a humble background. My dad ordered us to break up, but I defied my whole family and married him. Because of his sincerity, he knelt for days in the rain to marry me, becoming gravely ill and recovering only with difficulty. He also shielded me when my dad raised a stick, leaving scars on his back and nearly breaking his arm. What finally convinced me to marry him was the car accident, where he protected me and was in a coma, his life hanging by a thread. I was hopelessly in love and immediately chose to elope with him, marrying him without hesitation, even if it made me a laughingstock in all of Seattle and a topic of gossip in the business world. As long as I was with Jude, I’d be happy. “You’ve worked hard.” I gently caressed the scar on his arm from saving me, my heart softening. “As long as it’s for you, it’s not hard. I will make Mr. Sullivan see me in a new light and acknowledge me as his son-in-law!” Jude pressed his forehead against mine, holding me tightly. “Honey, this appointment ceremony is all thanks to you. I’ll love you forever.” “Me too.” I replied sweetly, squeezing his hand. After marriage, I used all my business knowledge and natural talent to help him climb to his current position. Everyone said he married me for the Sullivan family’s power and to take over my company, but I didn’t think so. Even though I helped him climb, he treated me as he always did, caring for me tenderly, never frequenting nightlife, and keeping his phone clean, giving me a sense of security. “By the way, Nora, there’s something I’m worried about.” Jude furrowed his brows, seeming troubled. “Just tell me, there’s no need to hide anything between us.” Jude sighed: “Ultimately, it’s because I’m useless. I even have to ask you for help with this. I’m worried that even if I meet the board, I’ll be ostracized because I have no real power or shares. I don’t mind, but I’m afraid they’ll talk about you.” Jude lowered his head in disappointment, showing a dissatisfied look with himself. “I’d like to see who dares to talk. You’re the best. You need to believe in yourself. Mainly, the Sullivan family didn’t agree to our marriage. Even though my dad turns a blind eye to my little moves, this matter of shares isn’t easy to resolve.” I bit my lower lip, feeling worried. “It’s okay, Nora. I’m already content to have you by my side. I’m a man; I must solve these things myself.” After speaking, he groaned in pain, and I quickly massaged his temples. “Is your head hurting again? You’ve been working hard for the company lately.” “It’s not hard. Thinking about how you betrayed your family for me makes me feel guilty. I vowed to make you happy, so these hardships are nothing to me.” Jude looked at me with tender affection. Deep in his emotions, he suddenly kissed me, followed by a storm of passion, leaving me weak all over, unable to lift a finger afterward. “When Mr. Sullivan acknowledges me, we’ll have a child.” Jude gently rubbed my sore waist, flirting in my ear. I blushed, pouting playfully, without responding. The next morning, Jude left for the company early. I was still worried about the shares and planned to swallow my pride and visit the Sullivan family. “You still know how to come back!” As soon as I entered, a teacup was thrown at my feet, water splashing on my skirt. “Dad…” I moved my lips, lowering my head in shame: “I’m your daughter, why can’t I come back?” “Didn’t you say you wanted to cut ties with me to marry that poor boy? What are you doing back here now?” My dad was coughing in anger, and Cora immediately went up to pat his back. Cora is the illegitimate daughter. My mom, kind-hearted, took her in after learning she was gravely ill. For this, my dad always felt guilty towards my mom and me. “Don’t be angry, Dad. Sister came back with good intentions to see you.” Cora was gentle and well-mannered. After I left home, she became deeply favored by my father, always by his side learning the company affairs. “Dad, I came back this time to discuss something with you.” I coldly glanced at Cora, who seemed unwilling to leave. “What do you need from the Sullivan family? How capable are you?” My dad scolded me with a reproachful look. Though he was angry about my involvement with the chauffeur’s son, he couldn’t bring himself to abandon me out of guilt. “I suddenly want to eat Aunt May’s snacks. Cora, please tell Aunt May for me.” I found an excuse to send Cora away. She seemed reluctant but still poured new tea for my dad before leaving. After she left, my dad lowered his gaze to me, quietly waiting for me to state my purpose. “You must have helped Jude successfully join the board, right?” I got straight to the point without any pleasantries. “From the bottom of my heart, I look down on that punk. Letting him join the board is already my mercy. But I’m warning you, if there’s any mistake, you both can get lost!” My dad said harshly, but there was no hatred in his eyes. “I’m here this time also for the board’s matter. I know I’ve been unfilial, unable to make you happy, but Jude truly has the company’s best interests at heart. He’s been devoted to it for three years since we married, so I hope you can put aside your bias and give him a chance.” “What’s your purpose?” My dad abruptly interrupted, his sharp eyes staring at me ominously. “Shares.” I spoke cautiously, watching my dad’s facial changes. As expected, he raised the teacup in his hand, ready to throw it at me. “Unfilial daughter! If you were half as reliable as your sister, I wouldn’t be getting worse! How dare you come back asking for shares!” “Dad, you should know those uncles and aunts on the board aren’t easy to deal with. I’ve worked hard to get Jude to where he is today. Should I let him be bullied? I know you have animosity towards him, but we’re already married. Please, for my and Mom’s sake, help us this once.” I stepped forward, respectfully bowing to my father. “Do you know what you’re saying? You’re giving Sullivan family shares to an outsider! I always suspected that kid had ulterior motives. I don’t know what spell he’s cast on you!” Hearing my mom’s name, my dad’s tone softened a bit. He anxiously tried to dissuade me, hoping I’d come to my senses. “In the three years since marrying him, he’s never wronged me. I know my own heart in these matters, Dad, there’s no need to persuade me anymore. I just want some shares to pave the way for him. I’ll do whatever it takes.” My dad opened his mouth but said nothing, just clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. “Forget it. Some things can’t be taught by others; experience teaches better. I hope you won’t regret it in the future.” My dad took a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh. Hearing my mom’s name, my dad’s tone softened. He anxiously tried to dissuade me, hoping I’d reconsider. “In the three years I’ve been married to him, he’s never done anything to betray me. I know what I’m doing, Dad, you don’t need to persuade me anymore. I just want some shares. As long as I can smooth the path for him, I’ll do anything.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, I clenched my fist and pounded it on the table. “Fine, some lessons can’t be taught by others—only experience can teach them. I hope you won’t regret this in the future.” My dad took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “If you’re determined to be with that young man, then don’t meddle in the company’s affairs anymore. I’ll give you the shares, consider it my way of making amends to you and your mom.” My dad rubbed his temples wearily, showing a pained expression. “Thank you, Dad. I believe Jude will make you proud.” “Leave now, I don’t want to see you anymore.” My dad ordered me out, and everyone in the Sullivan family ignored me. They even whispered behind my back as I passed by. But I was used to all of this. One day, I’d prove to my father that my choice was right. I returned home excitedly with the share transfer document, planning to surprise Jude after work. As soon as I got home, before even changing my clothes, I noticed a pair of high heels at the entryway. They were the ones Jude gifted me. “Why aren’t these shoes on the rack?” I placed them neatly on the shoe rack, thinking I must have been careless and forgot them in my hurry. I didn’t think much of it. Tomorrow was Jude’s inauguration ceremony. I planned to give him the share transfer document as a gift. Imagining his ecstatic expression made me smile sweetly. “Jude, you’re hurting me.” I was about to make a sumptuous dinner for Jude to celebrate when suddenly, I heard faint moaning from upstairs. I was startled. No one should be home at this time. For safety, I grabbed a baseball bat and cautiously went upstairs. The sounds came from the study. The coquettish female voice and deep breathing were unmistakable. I didn’t need to guess what was happening. I gripped the bat tightly, slowly approaching the study door. To my surprise, there was a crack. Peering through, I witnessed a scene that I’d never forget! A man and woman intertwined, moving rhythmically. And the main characters were my husband and Cora!

I froze, my pupils contracting sharply. The scene before me felt like a sledgehammer to my skull, leaving my breath stuck in my throat. I had never seen Jude with such intensity, as if he wanted to consume Cora whole. Cora’s face was flushed, writhing her waist, letting out soft moans of extreme pleasure. My face turned ashen, my lips trembled, devoid of any color. My eyes were empty, like a dried-up well, and the air seemed heavy with despair. How could they be together like this? I asked myself countless times, and each time, my heart ached more, until it hurt so much that my breath tasted of blood. Only then did I realize the scene before me wasn’t a nightmare. I held the bat tightly, trying not to drop it, but my body felt weak, as if unraveling, collapsing to the ground. My nails dug deeply into my palms, blood seeping out without me noticing. “Darling, once tomorrow is over, the company will be ours. I’ve waited for this day for a long time.” “If it weren’t for you enduring the humiliation to marry Nora, we wouldn’t have today. Thank you, my dear.” “As long as I can make you the true heir of the Sullivan family, I’ll do anything. I’ve had enough of being Nora’s dog. I only love you.” “Today, that woman angered Dad over your shares. Dad’s already handed the company over to me. Our scheme to sow discord is really paying off. Soon, they’ll all be under my feet!” In their moment of passion, they laughed heartily, their sweet words interrupted by the sound of kissing. Curled up in the corner, I tugged at my hair, my knuckles turning white, a broken sob escaping my throat. The man I loved deeply was conspiring with an illegitimate daughter to scheme against me and my family! Was his sincerity in marrying me just for Cora? Those scars, those times of enduring humiliation, were they not for me at all? I was filled with hate, but the most painful and despairing thing was that Jude wasn’t wooing me for power, but for another woman! The love that moved me, that I was grateful for, was all for Cora! The one I loved was always the false him, his deep affection was for another woman. I don’t know how I got back to my bedroom, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, dragging me into an abyss. Jude and Cora didn’t stop until dusk, sweaty and laughing, they mocked me as they passed my room. “Good thing Nora isn’t home, otherwise how would we have such a pleasant afternoon.” “I’m only happy when I’m with you. Seeing her face disgusts me.” They laughed together, their flirtatious voices fading until I heard the door close. The house became eerily silent, allowing me to finally breathe and cry out in pain. “Why do this to me?” I gritted my teeth, pounding the bed, then suddenly lifted my head. My eyes, bloodshot, fixed on the wedding photo on the wall. I grabbed a nearby ornament and smashed it. The glass shattered all over the floor. I frantically picked up a fruit knife and scratched Jude’s face on the photo until I was too exhausted to cry anymore. I slumped to the ground, noticing the fresh cuts on my hand. I smirked bitterly at my foolishness, for truly believing his sincerity. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the share transfer document on the bed. An idea sparked in my mind. Since Jude and Cora knew I’d give the shares to Jude tomorrow as a gift, and she was so eager to be the Sullivan heir, I had to prepare a grand gift! “Dear, I won’t be home tonight. Still got work to do. See you at the inauguration ceremony tomorrow morning.” Jude sent a cute emoticon, making me want to vomit. He couldn’t even keep up the act before taking office, not wanting to spend another second with me. I snorted coldly and replied with a simple “Okay.” The next morning, I packed the gift I had prepared for Jude into a gift box and tossed it into the back seat of the car before heading to the company. “Honey, you’re here.” Jude’s eyes lit up as he adjusted his suit cuffs. “Of course, I have to be here for your big day.” I subtly linked my arm with his to lower his guard. “Sister, I thought you’d never come back to the company.” Cora swayed over, giving Jude a meaningful look before quickly turning away. “How could I not? I’m the only heir of the Sullivan family after all.” I smiled with hidden intent, seeing Cora’s face stiffen with jealousy. Jude quickly interrupted our conversation, as his inauguration ceremony was about to start. My dad and all the board members would be present. I finally understood why he always talked about the shares. In such a setting, if I gave him some of the Sullivan shares, it would indirectly acknowledge him as the family son-in-law, which was a huge boon for him and Cora. Thinking of this, I showed a deep smile. “I’m very happy to become a member of the Sullivan Group’s board of directors today. None of this would be possible without my wife, Nora. Thank you for your support and companionship. In the future, we will work hand in hand to achieve great things!” From Jude’s enthusiastic voice, you could tell how proud he was. After he finished speaking, I took the prepared gift box and went on stage. “I’m very pleased with Jude reaching this position, so I specially prepared a gift for Mr. Jude.” With that, I handed the gift box to Jude. “Thank you, honey.” He smiled broadly, thinking it contained the share transfer document. He took a deep breath, smiling as he opened the box. Instantly, the smile vanished, the box fell, and Jude was shocked. Inside the box was our divorce certificate.

“What happened? Why are you so scared? Don’t you like the gift I gave you?” I sneered, bending down to pick up the fallen box. “But it was carefully prepared for you. How could you bear to drop it? Isn’t this gift what you’ve been longing for?” With a sarcastic tone, I pressed forward, watching Jude’s face change subtly. “What does this mean, honey? Don’t joke around, so many people are watching.” Jude, feeling guilty, spoke in a panic. “It’s precisely because so many people are watching that I have to give you this! Jude, we’re no longer married.” As soon as I said this, everyone reacted with shock. The rumors said I defied my family for a driver’s son, not fearing ridicule, deeply in love, and unwavering. How could it be like this? “What nonsense are you talking about, Nora? Did you misunderstand something? Don’t scare me.” Jude pretended to grab my hand, which I quickly avoided. “What’s the meaning of this, dear? Stop playing games, everyone’s watching,” Jude said anxiously, visibly shaken. “It’s because everyone’s watching that I’m giving you this! Jude, we’re no longer husband and wife.” As soon as I said it, the room fell silent in shock. Everyone had heard the rumors that I defied my family for the driver’s son, unafraid of ridicule, deeply in love with him forever. How could this scene be unfolding now? “What are you saying, Nora? Did you misunderstand something? Don’t scare me.” Jude pretended to reach for my hand, but I quickly pulled away. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted, glaring at him. “You make me sick! I haven’t misunderstood anything; I just don’t want to be with you anymore. These divorce papers are my gift to you.” I walked over to the master of ceremonies and picked up the contract, examining it for a few seconds. Jude was visibly anxious. “Also, since you’re no longer part of the Sullivan family, there’s no need for you to be on the board of directors.” I tore up the contract, letting the pieces scatter in the air. As they fell, I saw the despair in Jude’s eyes. “Nora, why are you suddenly treating me like this? Haven’t I been good enough?” “Yeah, sister, this is not a place for jokes. Being so willful, where does that leave Dad’s dignity?” Cora chimed in, trying to stir trouble. “You two are really in sync.” I approached Cora with a cold expression. “Were you and Jude this coordinated when you were having an affair?” My voice was low but clear enough for everyone to hear. “What! This woman is messing around with Ms. Sullivan’s husband? How shameless!”

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