I possess the Sacred Blood, and the blood within me can heal any ailment. In my previous life, it was only after I cured the paralyzed legs of a billionaire CEO that I discovered the Mitchell Family had decreed that anyone who healed Ethan Mitchell would become the lady of their household. Ethan Mitchell was compelled to marry me. Fiona Johnson, who had risked her life to gather the Himalayan Snow Lotus for him, was so stunned by the news that she fell off a cliff and disappeared. A year later, Ethan found Fiona’s frozen body and forced me to cut my wrists to save her. “If only I had waited for Fiona to return with the Snow Lotus and heal me, we could have grown old together. You killed her!” “Lydia Smith, didn’t you claim your blood is a miracle cure? Then bring Fiona back to life!” I pleaded with him tearfully. “Fiona has been dead for a year. I can heal diseases, but I can’t bring the dead back to life.” But Ethan refused to listen to my explanation and watched as I bled to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day the Mitchell Family asked me to treat Ethan. Seeing Ethan sitting in his wheelchair with a gloomy expression, I smiled faintly. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs are beyond repair; no one can heal them.” ⋯⋯

Hearing my words, Ethan slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes burning with growing anger. “Get out of here, you fraud!” I raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to Mrs. Mitchell beside me. “Mrs. Mitchell, if the Smith Family says an ailment is incurable, then it truly is. You might want to consider having another child while you’re still young.” As soon as I finished speaking, the teacup in Ethan’s hand hurled directly at me. I moved aside to dodge it. With a crash, the expensive teacup shattered on the floor. Mrs. Mitchell, startled, quickly apologized to me. “Miss Smith, I’m sorry. I apologize on Ethan’s behalf. It’s just his condition…” I brushed it off nonchalantly. “I understand. It’s normal for a crippled and impotent man to have a warped mind.” Seeing Ethan tremble with anger, I turned and left the Mitchell Family. Mrs. Mitchell chased after me, pleading softly. “Miss Smith, is there really no way? I’ve heard the Smith Family has a secret cure for all ailments. If you can heal Ethan’s legs, the Mitchell Family will fulfill any request you have.” But it wasn’t that he couldn’t be cured; it was that I wouldn’t cure him. In my last life, Ethan blamed me for Fiona’s death, stubbornly believing that if Fiona had brought back the Snow Lotus, it would have healed his legs. Had he thought calmly, he would have realized the Snow Lotus was merely a supplement. Its supposed miraculous properties were nothing but exaggerated tales. Yet, when he discovered I used my blood to heal his legs, he watched me die, hoping to resurrect Fiona. Before I died, I overheard the servants of the Mitchell Family talking. It turned out Fiona didn’t fall off the cliff because of the Snow Lotus. She was discovered by the wife of her wealthy patron when she tried to marry into the Mitchell Family and was thrown off the cliff. This time, I won’t get involved in their entanglements. I wish them a long and happy life together. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs, I can’t help.” Ethan came out and heard my words, his deep voice filled with anger. “Mom, Fiona has already flown to the Rocky Mountains. Once she brings back the Himalayan Snow Lotus, my legs will definitely be healed.” “My affairs don’t concern others.” Mrs. Mitchell sighed deeply. “The Himalayan Snow Lotus only helps your legs recover. To stand again, it’s far from enough. The Smith Family is your last hope…” Ethan remained stubborn. “I said, Fiona can heal me.” I gave Ethan a long look and bid farewell to Mrs. Mitchell as I left. Just as I walked out of the Mitchell Family’s gate, a black business car stopped in front of me. A woman got out and knelt before me. “Miss Smith, please save my son…” 【2】

It turned out that a year ago, the accident injured not only Ethan Mitchell but also his arch-enemy, Nolan Johnson of the Johnson Family. After that car accident, Nolan became a vegetative state. Having endured a painful past life, I wouldn’t casually use my blood to save people again, so I refused Mrs. Johnson’s request. Mrs. Johnson didn’t press further and left in tears. A week later, I received an invitation to a Mitchell Family banquet. Fiona had returned with the Himalayan Snow Lotus. Mrs. Mitchell feared there might be issues with Fiona’s medicine and asked me to attend and check it. At the banquet, Fiona stayed close to Ethan. Mrs. Mitchell held my hand, her face full of worry. “I’m not afraid that Fiona’s medicine won’t work. I’m just worried that Ethan will be disappointed again and won’t be able to handle the blow.” “We’ve tried everything in the past year. I’ve watched the hope in Ethan’s eyes fade away bit by bit. As a mother, I really have no choice…” Before I could offer comfort, Fiona pushed Ethan over. “Aunt, don’t worry. I can definitely help Ethan stand up. I almost died in the Rocky Mountains for this Himalayan Snow Lotus.” Ethan held Fiona’s hand, looking deeply moved. “Fiona, when I stand up, I’ll throw you a grand wedding.” “Ethan, I believe in you.” Fiona turned to look at me, her smile ambiguous. “I’m not like those fraudulent doctors. I’m confident I can heal Ethan’s legs.” As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of the renowned doctors who had treated Ethan’s legs turned sour. “Miss Johnson, you speak boldly. Are you sure you can heal Mr. Mitchell’s legs?” “You’re not even a medical professional, yet you dare to question our expertise?” “Even Miss Smith from the medical family Smith Family said Mr. Mitchell’s legs couldn’t be healed. I don’t believe a young girl like you has that ability!” Although Ethan felt Fiona spoke rashly, he still defended her. “I believe Fiona can heal me!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fiona thought I was mocking her. She gritted her teeth in anger but forced a smile. “Miss Smith, I heard you’re the most outstanding doctor of your generation in the Smith Family. But you refused the Mitchell Family and then the Johnson Family. It’s hard not to suspect you can’t actually treat illnesses.” I smiled slightly. “Then I’m very much looking forward to the day Miss Johnson makes Mr. Mitchell stand.” Seeing me laugh instead of getting angry, Fiona bit her lip. “Are you upset I stole your thunder? I know Aunt favors you and wants you to marry Ethan. But now, only I can heal Ethan’s legs.” Sitting in the wheelchair, Ethan sneered. “Lydia Smith, even if you could heal me, I wouldn’t agree to marry you. Moreover, you’re just a fraud. When my mom introduced you, I thought you were someone impressive, but it seems you’re just so-so.” “Let me tell you, the only person I love is Fiona, and I will marry no one but her.” “No matter how many times you appear before me, I won’t spare you a glance.” Watching them act in sync, I just felt annoyed. “Mrs. Mitchell invited me to check Miss Johnson’s medicine. Since Mr. Mitchell trusts Miss Johnson so much, I won’t meddle.” After saying this, I wanted to leave, but Fiona blocked my way. “Lydia Smith, what do you mean by that?” I frowned. “Exactly what I said. If you don’t understand, look it up in a dictionary!” Fiona snorted coldly. “Lydia Smith, do you dare to bet with me? Bet on who can heal Ethan’s legs. The loser must kneel and admit defeat and never set foot in New York City again!” I paused, turned to her. “I’ll bet with you, but I won’t treat Ethan Mitchell. I’ll treat Nolan Johnson!”

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The only reason my wife, a swimming champion, forced our three-year-old son underwater to practice holding his breath was because he accidentally kicked her beloved Asher while swimming. The onlookers were frantic to jump in and save him, but my wife blocked them. Seeing our child struggle less and less in the water, I knelt on the ground, pleading with her to let him out. “He just learned to swim, he can’t hold his breath! He’ll drown! He didn’t mean to kick Asher, I’ll make him apologize, kneel before Asher, please just let him out—” But my wife just clung to her dear Asher’s shoulder, gently massaging his arm, not even glancing at me. “If you didn’t spoil him so much, he wouldn’t have kicked someone while swimming! I’m a swimming champion, don’t I know how to teach a child to swim? A doting father spoils his son, that’s what they say about you!” Half an hour later, our child finally floated to the surface on his own. When I broke through the crowd to pick him up, I found his face swollen and pale; he wasn’t breathing from drowning. I rushed him to the hospital without caring about anything else. Meanwhile, my wife was off to the side, flirting with Asher, choosing swimsuits for the next competition. Outside the emergency room, facing Mr. Quinn who had finally arrived, I couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out, “Liam is gone, and the five-year agreement is almost up. Please let me go, I don’t want anything anymore.” Mr. Quinn, full of guilt, helped me up with trembling hands and tried to comfort me, “Liam inherited Hazel’s swimming talent, he surely will be alright. Don’t worry too much, he will soon—” He didn’t even finish when the light in the emergency room went out, and the doctor shook his head regretfully at us. “I’m sorry, the child was brought in too late. The asphyxiation lasted too long, and he had no heartbeat before he even arrived. We did our best.” “Moreover, during the rescue, we found that he was different from a typical drowning. His stomach was filled with water, and there were binding marks on his ankles. Was this really an accidental drowning?” I looked up in disbelief and asked, “What did you say?” In an instant, images of Liam struggling underwater flashed through my mind. I thought he was just trying to complete his mother’s task, but I never imagined that Hazel would actually tie him up to prevent him from surfacing. How desperate he must have been. Hearing this, Mr. Quinn couldn’t speak any comforting words and angrily cursed, “Monster! She didn’t even spare her own child.” As soon as he finished speaking, someone delivered a fruit cake, saying it was sent by a Ms. Quinn. “Damn it.” Mr. Quinn looked at the cake in his hand and threw it to the ground. “She hurt her own son like this, didn’t even come herself, and even sent a cake through someone else. She must still be fooling around with that man, and that opportunist still wants to be my son-in-law, dream on!” “I’m calling her right now, making her kneel in front of Liam to atone!” But after dialing her number a dozen times, Hazel didn’t answer, only my phone rang. I answered with shaking hands, and Hazel’s impatient voice came through. “Nolan, running to my dad over a little thing, thinking you can fool me by playing the victim with Liam, dream on.” “It’s just holding his breath, and you took him to the hospital? Your son said he wanted to take over as champion, let him keep practicing, don’t embarrass me, Hazel Quinn!” “I even sent him his favorite fruit cake, what more do you want? Stop playing these petty tricks, I’m busy preparing for the next competition, don’t disturb me!” I glanced at the cake on the floor, filled with mangoes. Liam was allergic to mangoes since childhood. How ludicrous that Hazel claimed it was his favorite flavor. When the nurse pushed Liam’s body out, Mr. Quinn, who was cursing earlier, was suddenly speechless. He choked, trembling as he uncovered the white sheet over Liam’s face, nearly falling to the ground. “It’s all my fault, I didn’t raise my daughter right. But Nolan, even though the five-year agreement is almost up, before Asher came back, you and Hazel were very good together. The Quinn family only recognizes you as a son-in-law, can you give her another chance? I’ll make sure she cuts ties with Asher!” Five years ago, Mr. Quinn came to me, tears streaming down his face, pleading for me to help Hazel recover from an old injury. The Quinn family funded me for five years after my parents passed away. To repay their kindness, I had no choice but to accept their arrangement to marry into the Quinn family, tirelessly caring and encouraging Hazel until she returned to swimming competitions. I thought having Liam would end the five-year agreement, but I never imagined it would end so tragically. And now he wanted me to stay? Without thinking, I caressed Liam’s cold cheek and said word by word, “We made a five-year agreement. Now that Hazel can compete again, our debt is settled.” “Besides, Liam wasn’t supposed to be here. It was my greed that kept him, and now that he’s gone, I should leave too.” I stayed at the hospital with Liam all night until all the formalities were completed, watching as the people from the funeral home took him away. I went back to the Quinn house to pack his belongings, but as soon as I entered, I saw clothes scattered in the living room. Following the sounds to the swimming pool, I saw Hazel in a revealing swimsuit, lying in Asher’s arms, her hand carefully caressing her belly. “You are Mommy’s only treasure. Just wait a little longer, and Mommy will bring you back to the Quinn house openly.” “Hazel, he’s the only one. What about Liam? Today, Liam deliberately kicked me. If he found out you’re pregnant, who knows what chaos he’d cause. Maybe we should abort the baby.” Hazel gently covered Asher’s mouth, her words unusually cruel, “No way, Liam is already spoiled rotten by his dad. I don’t like him at all. If I could, I would prefer not to have him as a son.” Listening to her belittle Liam like that, I clenched my fists, letting the blood flow. After a while, they finally noticed me. But Hazel didn’t feel embarrassed. She affectionately held Asher’s hand and walked towards me, her face full of disdain as she looked at me. “Finally willing to come back? Where did you spend the night, leaving with the child and not returning? Is that how a father acts? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “Don’t think I don’t know. You went to my dad and caused a scene, forcing him to disown his grandson and threaten me not to let Asher in.” “In that case, pack your things and take Liam to the old house to be the good son-in-law. Here, I’ll only have Asher as my husband. Where’s Liam? Bring him out to apologize to Asher. Don’t think faking an illness will get him out of the mess he made.” Looking at her ugly face, Liam’s struggling image in the water kept replaying in my mind. I wanted to drown her in the pool. As I was about to rush forward, I heard Liam’s voice from yesterday at the swimming pool: “Daddy, Mommy is the best swimming champion. I want to be a champion like her too.” “And don’t be sad, Daddy. Mommy promised me that when I become a champion, she’ll do something for me. Then she’ll keep you company and make you happy.” I bit my lip, trying to suppress my feelings, and turned to leave. But Hazel grabbed me. “What does this mean? You made a mistake and won’t apologize? How dare you be mad at me? Also, if you hadn’t conspired with my dad to drive Asher away, the title of Quinn family son-in-law wouldn’t have fallen on you. An orphan trying to marry up.” “What, have you found a richer girl to con with your sob story? Such a father is an embarrassment to Liam!” I stayed silent. Without my response, Hazel’s anger boiled over. She yanked my wrist and threw me towards the pool. Splash. I fell into the pool. “It’s just training the kid. If you’re not convinced, I’ll train you too. Stop acting all high and mighty!” “My dad is fooled by you, but only I know you are a gold-digging husband. If you hadn’t stolen Asher’s credit, claiming the miracle doctor treated me because of you, I wouldn’t have married you!”

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My husband’s first love encouraged her son to bully my daughter. Watching my daughter cry uncontrollably broke my heart. I slapped them both hard. When my husband arrived, his first love twisted the truth, claiming that my daughter and I were the bullies and started the fight. Without listening to our side, my husband locked us in a strict etiquette class, insisting we learn how to behave like ladies. Six months later, my husband came to take me home. I served tea, spoke softly, and kept my head lowered, avoiding eye contact with everyone. People remarked that the etiquette class had worked wonders and that I now carried myself like a lady, a stark contrast to my previously assertive self. Until I knelt and said, “I am the most dignified here. Would any of you gentlemen like a taste?” My husband slapped me in anger, “Adeline, didn’t I send you here to learn manners? I did this for your own good! Are you trying to spite me?” “Are you putting on this degrading act to disgust me?” I laughed emptily, “Isn’t it because the gentleman likes me to be well-mannered and cultured, turning me into this?” My husband shoved me hard, “Where’s our daughter?” I stared blankly, “Daughter? She’s been gone for a long time…” 0

“Adeline, you have a visitor,” the instructor’s voice reached my ears. I shivered. Sigh, another visitor. Students in the etiquette class cannot refuse to see guests. Acting on a whim can lead to severe punishment. Here, I learned two words: obey. The instructor said that only by learning obedience could I have a chance to leave. I walked to the guest room with my head down. What I saw was a group of familiar faces. My husband Nolan, his friends, and his first love, Fiona. After six months of training, my mind had become somewhat numb. Following the instructor’s usual teachings, I bowed deeply upon entering. Then I served tea to each person, meticulously holding it with both hands. Nolan nodded with satisfaction, “The etiquette class has quite a reputation. You’re much more sensible now than before.” “If I’d known it was this effective, I would have sent you earlier.” I responded meekly, “You’re right, Mr. Gu.” Hearing me address him as Mr. Gu, Nolan frowned. He said coldly, “Even though Fiona doesn’t mind what happened between you and her, you can’t just act like it didn’t happen.” “I’ve transferred half of the company shares that belonged to you and our daughter to Fiona. It’s compensation for her.” I kept silent with my head down. Nolan shouted in frustration, “Adeline! Don’t you think you should apologize to Fiona?” His scolding frightened me into kneeling instinctively in front of Fiona, “Miss Su, I’m sorry, I was wrong.” Bang, bang, bang! I kowtowed to Fiona. In the etiquette class, this is how it works; don’t question right or wrong. When scolded, you must kowtow and admit fault. Only by admitting fault quickly enough can you avoid punishment. This has become my instinct. Nolan roughly pulled me away, “Adeline, what are you doing?” I was so scared, my face turned pale, and my body shook uncontrollably. Nolan released my hand and said, “Adeline, what’s wrong with you? I’m your husband; why do you look so scared? Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger?” Fiona said somewhat aggrievedly, “Sister Adeline must still blame me, so she’s mocking us on purpose.” “Actually, there’s no need to apologize. Sister Adeline hitting me twice isn’t a big deal.” Nolan looked at Fiona with concern, then angrily scolded me, “Adeline, you’re incorrigible. It seems I shouldn’t have picked you up today. You should study for another six months.” I panicked. All I dreamed of was leaving this nightmare. If I stayed another six months, I’d go crazy. I knelt on the ground, pleading with Nolan, “Mr. Gu, I was really wrong, please forgive me.” I kowtowed to Nolan, then to Fiona, “Miss Su, I won’t dare anymore, I’ll listen to you from now on.” Nolan got even angrier and kicked me hard, “Adeline, are you putting on this degrading act to disgust me?” “I just sent you to an etiquette class, is that so unreasonable?” I curled up on the ground, crying out, “Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, I’ll do anything.” Nolan was startled. He grabbed my wrist, “Adeline, are you often beaten here?” 0

Before I could speak, the instructor standing by panicked. She came over with a smile and said, “Mr. Gu, you’ve misunderstood.” “Our etiquette class always leads with virtue.” “We treat the students here like our own children; how could we beat them?” Nolan impatiently pushed her aside. He lifted my clothes to check for injuries. What he saw was my smooth skin. Not only were there no scars, but even redness and swelling were absent. Nolan angrily pushed me, “Adeline, you’re really getting good at acting.” I cried. When I first came to the etiquette class, the instructor made me accompany guests. I refused and was beaten severely. But recently, I haven’t been beaten. Because they use my daughter to threaten me. If I disobey, they beat my daughter Cora. Her heart-wrenching screams have become my nightmare. I can only let them manipulate me, even actively pleasing them, so my daughter can have a full meal and not be mistreated. A few times, guests gave me bad reviews. My daughter was dragged in and beaten in front of me. I could only shield her with my body, begging them for another chance, promising to behave… Painful memories flooded back. But the instructor stood by, giving me a warning look. I didn’t dare say anything. I could only kneel and beg Nolan, “Please, take me home.” “Even if I’m not your wife, even as a servant or slave, I accept, just take me away.” Nolan grew more disgusted with me, “Adeline, you’ve learned nothing else here but how to play the victim.” “Unfortunately, you’re doing a terrible job. I’m not an idiot; you can’t fool me.” Fiona cried, “Sister Adeline, you don’t have to do this.” “You’re not just losing your face but also Nolan’s.” “I swear I won’t retaliate verbally or physically in the future; please stop sulking with Nolan.” She reached out to help me. I recoiled in fear, shouting, “Don’t come near.” Compared to men, I fear women touching me more. Several times, when guests were discovered by their wives, the etiquette class pushed me out, claiming I seduced the men. The wives vented their anger on me; they pricked me with needles, burned me with lighters, stomped on me with heels… I’ve developed a psychological shadow with them. I’m scared, truly scared. Now, I only have one thought. Nolan belongs with Fiona; I don’t dare fight anymore. At this moment, Nolan looked at me disappointedly and said, “Adeline, how did you become like this? You’re no different from the shrews among the common people making a scene. Apparently, six months is too short for you.” I was utterly shocked. Because of fear, my brain grew numb and confused. I only had one thought: “It’s over, another guest is unhappy with me.” “Cora, don’t hurt my Cora.” Instinctively, I took out “pills” from my pocket, not counting how many, and stuffed them in when no one was looking. These “pills” were given to me by the instructor. She said taking them makes one more “professional,” and guests would be more satisfied. But I must take them secretly, to make guests think they transformed me, giving them a sense of accomplishment. The “pills” took effect quickly. I shamelessly clung to Nolan and all the guests. Nolan shouted angrily, slapping me hard across the face. Half of my face swelled, blood oozing from my mouth. “Adeline, you’re a disgraceful woman!” Nolan cursed through gritted teeth. He squeezed my neck, choking me. He whispered fiercely in my ear, “Rot here, don’t ever expect me to take you out.” “Our daughter? Today, I’m only taking her.”

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At the company’s IPO press conference, my husband glanced at his secretary. I turned and walked away, making an appointment for an abortion. Simultaneously, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Jasper received the email and called me, his voice filled with anger. “Are you serious? Just because I glanced at Fiona?” “Yes, just because you glanced at her.” The live broadcast of the press conference continued on the screen. Jasper, smiling, took the microphone from Fiona and continued from her introduction. “Thanks to my secretary, for the past ten years, every project, big or small, has gone through her hands. She’s worked hard, and I’ve noticed.” “Taking this opportunity, with everyone here today, I announce the transfer of 20% of the shares to Fiona. From now on, we’re not just superior and subordinate; we’re also partners. I hope she continues to excel.” The audience gasped in surprise. Then, a wave of applause followed. The congratulations brought tears to Fiona’s eyes, and Jasper handed her a tissue with a smile. Just one glance, and I knew this man was no longer mine. With a few words, he dismissed my ten years of hard work. He gave my credit to another woman. Since he was the first to be unkind, I felt no guilt in being ungrateful. I took out my phone and made an appointment for an abortion. Then, I dialed a number I knew by heart. Chapter

“Is the partnership offer you mentioned still open? I’d like to join.” “Only under one condition: I must have management control of the company, with a 50% stake.” The other party agreed easily, teasingly. “Adeline, have you finally come around? The shares are negotiable. As long as we can have you onboard, I’m ready to do whatever it takes!” “But I’m curious. When you graduated, you said you didn’t want to work with me. I’ve waited ten years. Why the sudden change today?” “Don’t ask unnecessary questions. You talk too much.” I rolled my eyes, grabbed my keys, and drove straight to the hospital. After the procedure, I took a taxi back home. Jasper and I arrived almost at the same time. He immediately noticed the shirt from yesterday still on the sofa, frowning. “Why haven’t you done the laundry?” Turning to the dining table, his face darkened further. “No dinner either? Are you feeling unwell today?” Holding my aching stomach, I didn’t want to speak. I just looked at my phone. I simply shook my head in response. Jasper casually handed me a package, saying: “Then do it now. Make enough for one more person; I’m taking it to the company. The press conference just ended, and I have to work late tonight.” “Fiona is with me, and we can’t let an employee go hungry.” In the past, I would have managed all the household chores without him asking. During the day, I was the marketing manager, hustling in the business world with him. At night, I was the housewife, doing laundry, cooking, and catering to his whims. This had been my life for ten years. But now, I found it utterly pointless. After he spoke, I only let out a cold laugh, not moving. “Sorry, I can’t.” “Besides, didn’t you already eat out?” “I’m not just talking about food.” Jasper’s calm expression suddenly turned cold. “What nonsense are you spouting?” “I’ve been busy all day. Do I have to come home and see your sullen face at night? Do I owe you anything?” “You know today is our wedding anniversary. Didn’t I bring you a gift? Can you stop being so passive-aggressive? When will you understand my difficulties?” Chapter

I looked at the package and opened it. Inside was a tiny lipstick, pathetically small. Coincidentally, an ad for the brand appeared on my phone. This tiny thing was a freebie from a Valentine’s Day gift box. I almost laughed at the irony. Jasper’s face looked a bit awkward, but he forced a response: “I know you don’t usually wear makeup. I searched every brand for this size. Please stop making a fuss.” I ignored his words. The alarm went off, and I took my medicine one after another. Jasper’s expression changed. He quickly took the medicine bottle away. “What are you doing? Don’t you know you can’t take medicine while pregnant?” Seeing my expression, he softened his tone, tossing the lipstick aside. “Fine, fine. If you don’t like this shade, throw it away. I’ll buy you another one, okay?” “Adeline, you’re not alone now. Getting upset can affect the baby’s development.” I placed the printed divorce agreement on the table. “The agreement is ready. Sign it when you have time.” “Also, I don’t have time to babysit your little secretary. Since you pamper her so much, why not hire her a nanny?” Jasper was busy, so I didn’t bother him with drafting the agreement. But after hearing it, he directly frowned and stood up suddenly. “Divorce? Are you joking? Just because I glanced at Fiona during the press conference?” “She’s just my secretary. You were the one who hired her. If there was something between us, it would have happened long ago. Why wait until now? Can you stop overreacting?” Chapter

After speaking, his gaze fell on my stomach, accepting his fate. “I know, pregnant women have mood swings. I’ve tried my best to take care of you, but don’t be too much.” His leather shoes stepped on the carpet, leaving a glaring mark. I almost reminded him out of habit. Realizing, I swallowed the words, mocking myself. He’s always been like this, not caring about my efforts, not appreciating my contributions. Since I’m leaving, his actions don’t matter to me anymore. I looked up at him and calmly nodded. “Yes, just because you looked at her. Isn’t that reason enough?” “Jasper, I told you before we got married, I can’t tolerate betrayal. You’ve changed, so there’s no need to continue.” Jasper’s brows furrowed, ready to explode in anger. I spoke again: “Also, the child is gone. Don’t worry, it won’t get in your way.” “And it won’t compete with your little Fiona for shares.” “When you have time, sign the papers. Send them to me; the address is on there.” After speaking, I ignored his frozen figure and turned to leave. Behind me, I heard him shout desperately: “Adeline, if you leave today, don’t ever think about coming back!” I smirked. He’d used that line to confine me for ten years. I constantly apologized and lowered my head. But there was no forgiveness, only him pushing his limits. He thought I’d turn back and admit I was wrong, like before. But as his words fell, I quickened my steps. Not coming back suits me just fine.

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My fiancée is pregnant with a male colleague’s child, and she’s due soon. When she returned from her business trip, visibly pregnant, I was setting up our wedding room. I confronted her, my voice raw from disbelief. She looked at me innocently and said, “He just donated sperm. I have nothing to hide from you.” With that, she left with the colleague to pick out a gift for the baby. I immediately shared the news with the family group chat and called off the wedding. But everyone thought I was overreacting. Adeline’s mother said, “Adeline is beautiful and well-educated. Her genes deserve to be passed on. It’s for the greater good.” Adeline’s father added, “She didn’t cheat. Why are you making this a big deal?” My father was so furious he had a heart attack, “You stubborn fool! How could you back out of such a good marriage?” My mother lamented, “If you call off the wedding, no one will ever marry you!” With tears, I replied, “Then I won’t marry at all!” Yet someone sent a message: “Jasper, when will you let me step up?”

That evening, Adeline walked in carefully with Asher by her side. They had brought a box full of toys for the unborn baby. Adeline gently touched her belly, and they shared a smile filled with the joy of impending parenthood. Seeing me, Asher handed me a small gift box with a smile, “Jasper, I picked this especially for you. I only realized today how much this means to you. Consider it… a small apology.” Without looking, I tossed the gift box into the trash. Asher’s smile vanished, tears falling like broken pearls, “Jasper, I… I’m sorry.” He choked up and hid behind Adeline. Adeline immediately shielded him, looking at me helplessly, “Jasper, don’t be like this.” “Asher just responded to the workplace’s call for quality gene donation. Plus, his mom has lung cancer and wanted a grandchild before she dies… I just wanted a child as excellent as him.” “We’re just ordinary colleagues; there’s really nothing between us.” “Ordinary colleagues?” My voice trembled, “Saying good morning and good night every day is ordinary? Sharing music playlists is ordinary? Covering for him at dinners and driving him home after overtime is ordinary?” She rubbed her temples tiredly, “Here you go again. Haven’t I explained all this? You’re always overthinking and suspicious.” I laughed coldly. Her explanations were flimsy, talk of normal colleague interactions and mentoring. Full of holes, yet I chose to believe them time and again. But five years of feelings, I couldn’t just let them end like this. Clenching my teeth, I pointed at her belly, testing her on purpose, “Fine, let’s say I overthought it, I misunderstood you!” “Abort the child, and I’ll act like nothing happened. The wedding will go on.” “Impossible!” Adeline raised her voice, suppressing her anger, “The child is Asher’s; I have no right to decide.” Asher’s face went pale, and he suddenly knelt before me. He tightly protected Adeline’s belly with his hands, voice choked, “Jasper, there’s really nothing between me and Adeline. The baby is already eight months old, kicking my hand in her belly. I can’t, I can’t…” He cried his heart out, shaking all over. Adeline’s face tensed, struggling for a few seconds before softening. She helped him up, showing a helpless smile: “Jasper, asking me to abort the child now is no different from cutting out his heart.” I stared at her, a cold smile on my lips, “What, feeling pity now?” Adeline was visibly stunned, then showed a pained expression, “I didn’t expect you to be so heartless. If that’s the condition for marriage, then we’re really not the same kind of people… Let’s break up.” “Jasper, Adeline is innocent. Don’t take it out on her!” Asher suddenly cried out, “If you want to blame someone, blame me. I can’t bear to lose the child… But I’ll prove our innocence with my life!” Before I could react, he rushed toward the balcony, acting like he was about to jump. My heart leapt to my throat, and I instinctively moved to stop him. But Adeline was quicker, rushing over in a panic. Before we could get close, Asher collapsed on the floor, crying uncontrollably. Adeline pulled him into her arms, shaking all over. After a while, she raised her head, her eyes cold as she looked at me still standing there, “Jasper! Your baseless accusations almost killed Asher!” Her gaze was cold, like she was looking at a stranger. “Asher’s mom is dying! Do you want to drive him to death too? You can be indifferent, but I can’t.” Her voice trembled. She helped Asher up gently, facing me with a stern voice, “Move!” I stood frozen, trying to speak, “I didn’t mean…” “Asher, the baby… seems to be coming.” Adeline suddenly let out a weak moan and then fainted. “Adeline!” Asher’s face turned ghostly pale, shoving me aside to carry Adeline out the door.

I collapsed to the floor, biting my lip hard, unable to suppress the coldness surging in my heart. I stayed awake until dawn, and finally, my phone lit up with a message from Adeline: “I was too anxious last night and spoke harshly.” “Jasper, I’m sorry.” My nose tingled, and tears welled up instantly. All these years, she was always the first to apologize after a fight, and I’d forgive her down the steps she offered. But this time was different. I could never get over this. Before I could reply, she sent a photo. It was a picture of her with the newborn. The tiny baby was cradled in her arms, her gaze tender as spring water. “I gave birth early, naturally, but luckily the baby is healthy.” “The baby looks a lot like Asher.” “I need to stay in the hospital for three days.” “Let’s postpone the wedding for a week; I can’t handle much right now.” These seemingly ordinary words, each one pierced my heart. I numbly stood up, tearing off the wedding decorations from the wall, and took scissors to shred her wedding dress. As I packed, my fingers trembled uncontrollably. Just as I zipped my suitcase, Adeline’s mother entered, her face unable to hide the joy. “Adeline asked me to bring some clothes for her to the hospital. As her future grandma, I’m anxious to see my granddaughter too.” Seeing me silent, she warmly took my arm, “Jasper, Adeline was wrong to hide it from you and hurt your pride. But it’s not an unforgivable thing, right?” “Auntie knows you two have deep feelings; how can it end over such a small thing? What we said in the group chat was just in anger, let’s not take it seriously.” “Come, go to the hospital with me to see the baby. Give Adeline a way out, and let’s move past this.” Like a walking corpse, I let her lead me, and before I knew it, I was standing at the hospital room door. Asher lay weakly on the bed, his pale face still streaked with tears, clearly terrified during Adeline’s delivery. Adeline was gently holding the baby, softly humming a lullaby. Adeline’s father rarely smiled, “Adeline is a flight attendant, so let’s name the child Yang Jihang, to carry on the aviation career!” “What nonsense!” Adeline’s mother scolded, “How can a girl have such a name?” Eagerly, she reached to hold the baby. But Adeline turned away, “Mom, you don’t know how to hold her, don’t hurt her.” She glanced at me, her eyes lighting up, “Jasper, come look at her. Her tiny hands and feet, aren’t they adorable?” She leaned down to kiss the baby, but suddenly stopped, like a child caught doing something wrong, “No, no, Mommy can’t pass germs to you.” I had never seen this side of her, clumsy yet tender as a new mother. She was eager to show off this joy to the world, but I shouldn’t be part of it. I forced a stiff smile, turning to leave. Adeline caught my arm, carefully presenting the baby to me, “Jasper, look, her nose and mouth, don’t they look just like Asher’s?” I glanced down; the small face was indeed a spitting image of Asher, like they were carved from the same mold. The resemblance stung my eyes, my throat suddenly tight with pain. I coldly pushed the swaddle away, seeing Adeline’s hopeful eyes, suddenly not wanting to oblige her, “Take it away, looks so annoying, it’s irritating just to look at.” The baby wailed out loud. Adeline’s eyes turned cold, soothing the baby gently. Adeline’s mother’s gaze cut like a knife, “You’re the most annoying one!” Adeline’s father pointed to the door, “You’re not welcome here, get out!” Asher had woken up at some point. “Jasper…” he pleaded with Adeline’s family, “I want to speak to Jasper alone.” Once the room door closed, Asher wore an apologetic look, “Jasper, I don’t want to break you and Adeline up; she really loves you. Actually, that night, Adeline was drunk, and we just…” My mind buzzed, “It wasn’t a sperm donation?” He turned his face away, “Adeline said to hide it from you, afraid you’d be hurt.” Adeline’s father pointed sharply at the door. “You’re not welcome here. Get out!” Asher had woken up at some point. “Jasper…” he implored, looking at Adeline’s family, “I need to speak with Jasper alone for a moment.” Once the hospital room door closed, Asher looked apologetic. “Jasper, I don’t want to come between you and Adeline. She truly cares about you. That night, Adeline was drunk, and we just…” My mind reeled. “It wasn’t about sperm donation?” He looked away. “Adeline wanted to keep it from you because she was afraid you’d be upset.” “By the time she found out she was pregnant, three months had already passed. She was furious and wanted to terminate the pregnancy. But my mom’s health was deteriorating, and she really wanted to see me have a child. Adeline felt sorry for me and agreed to keep the baby.” “Why are you telling me this now?” I asked coldly. “Why not keep it a secret forever?” He didn’t expect me to confront him so directly. His expression changed several times before he pressed his lips together and said nothing. I let out a bitter laugh. “Now that Adeline and I have broken up and your child is born, you three can live happily ever after. What else are you worried about?” He suddenly glared at me, his lips curling into a strange smile. The next moment, unexpectedly, he rolled off the hospital bed right in front of me, hitting the ground with a thud, then screamed in terror, “Jasper, I know I was wrong, please don’t hit me!”

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Married to the Boston Monk for three years, he has always been gentle and considerate, but he won’t break his vows to consummate our marriage. Until his adopted daughter, Annie, ten years younger than him, fell seriously ill and urgently needed a kidney transplant. The usually aloof and proud man knelt before me, pleading. “As long as you’re willing to donate a kidney to Annie, I’ll agree to anything you want!” My heart felt like it was being torn apart, yet I smiled and pinched his chin. “I’ll give you the kidney you need, but what will you give me in return?” He stood up, embraced me, and pushed me onto the bed, closing his eyes as if he were making a noble sacrifice, and kissed my lips. What I had longed for was now within reach, yet I found it utterly uninteresting. I pushed away his strong chest. “Gideon, who are you doing this for? I’m not that desperate!” I irritably lit a cigarette, adjusted my slipping lace strap, and parted my red lips slightly: “Let’s get a divorce, Gideon. I’m tired.” “And honestly, your kissing skills are terrible. I’m not satisfied at all!” Gideon looked at me, speechless and shocked. Just then, I received a message from my nemesis, Phoenix, on my phone. “How did it go? Did you succeed?” “You win. Once I’m divorced, I’ll go abroad with you!” 0

A week ago, Gideon’s adopted daughter, Cora, fainted from heatstroke after surfing and urgently needed a kidney transplant. The little girl clung to Gideon, tearfully pleading: “Uncle, please let me have the surgery right away. I don’t want to become ugly. If I do, I’d rather die immediately!” The usually composed Gideon was shaken, almost losing his balance: “What nonsense are you talking about? As long as I’m here, nothing will happen to you. Don’t say such things again.” But Cora has an extremely rare blood type, making it nearly impossible to find a suitable kidney donor. Cora’s eyes turned to me, scheming: “Auntie, aren’t you also a rare blood type? Can’t you give me a kidney?” She said it so lightly, as if she were asking for a common toy. I looked up at Gideon, expecting him to dissuade her from making such an unreasonable request. But he didn’t even glance at me; he just gently caressed Cora’s head with gentle eyes. “Don’t worry, leave everything to me.” I never expected he would get me drunk and forcibly conduct a compatibility test. That day was my birthday, and Cora dragged him to Disneyland early in the morning for a Halloween event. I didn’t expect Gideon to come back to celebrate my birthday with me. Just because Annie loves Halloween the most, I lost the right to celebrate my birthday. But who knew he would come home early and even brought me a pair of diamond earrings. He took the wine glass from my hand, opened a bottle of red wine with a pop, and under the light, the man looked as gentle as jade, his deep eyes filled with tenderness. He poured another glass of wine, drank it from where my lip print was on the glass. “Happy birthday, Lydia!” My heart pounded, staring at his lips and the movement of his Adam’s apple, my thoughts scattered. Then his warm hand touched my earlobe, putting the diamond earrings on me. He looked at me seriously, “Lydia, you’re really beautiful!” I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I only remember that although I could drink a lot without getting drunk, I passed out after just two with him. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital, and the stark white surroundings filled me with panic. I remembered Cora’s covetous eyes and her words, “Can’t you give me a kidney?” With trembling fingers, I touched my abdomen, and only when I felt my smooth skin did my heart settle back into my chest. Gideon was at my bedside, gently touching my head when he saw I was awake. “Thank goodness, you’re awake.” “I made you some hangover soup and pork congee with century egg. Alcohol is hard on the stomach, you need to take care of your body for Annie.” I lowered my eyes to the congee, which didn’t even have a shred of ginger, feeling more and more irritated. He remembered all my preferences, but only for Annie! He picked up the bowl to feed me, as if he hadn’t been the one to drug me. I pushed the bowl away, smashing it, and removed the earrings, tossing them aside. With red eyes, I questioned the man before me, “Isn’t there anything you want to say to me? Is this your birthday gift to me?” He looked down guiltily, avoiding my gaze. “You know I can’t refuse Annie.” “Her mother saved my life, Annie only has me.” So, you can’t refuse Annie, and you’re prepared to sacrifice me? My voice trembled, unwilling to give in as I pressed on, “Don’t I have any life-saving grace for you?” I touched a scar on my arm, “Did you forget? When the Wesley Family home caught fire, it was me who saved you!” “Annie only has you, but don’t I also only have you?” Last year, when my mother passed away, he made a vow in front of her shrine, promising never to let me down. But now? I trembled as I walked towards Gideon. “What next? If the match is successful, are you going to take my kidney without my consent?” “Gideon, what do you take me for?” 0

He clutched his prayer beads tightly, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes before returning to normal. “Your match with Annie is perfect, the transplant can be done immediately, Annie can’t wait any longer.” “I’ll hire the best doctors, you won’t feel any pain.” “I know this is cruel to you, tell me, what do you want? I’ll give you anything, just agree to give Annie a kidney…” “I’ll compensate you for your kindness to me.” He seemed to realize how excessive his request was, lowering his head, his voice getting softer. I let out a bitter laugh, Annie, it’s always Annie. Out of spite, I said, “Alright, if you’re willing to go to such lengths for your little adopted daughter, will you also agree to spend a night with me?” Hearing my words, his chest heaved violently, his previously emotionless eyes filled with shock. He sighed helplessly, “Lydia, don’t be unreasonable. The three-year vow isn’t up yet, I can’t break it. I’ll give you three days to think it over.” He turned and walked away, hesitating at the door: “Except for that, I can give you anything else.” But, Gideon, I don’t want anything else. I just want your love. Don’t you really know that? With a bang, the door closed, separating Gideon and me into two worlds. Like this three-year marriage, always respectful but never close, I never entered his heart. After leaving the hospital, I had nowhere to go, so I called some girlfriends to go to a bar. Since marrying Gideon, he said he was devoted to Buddhism, promising his mentor to return to secular life in three years. So everything at home followed the monastery’s rules, and I too followed a vegetarian diet for three years, never stepping into a place of entertainment, just to make him happy. But now, I feel like none of it matters anymore, I took off the light purple linen dress that suited Gideon’s taste. I changed into a wine-red sequin dress, painted on my favorite bright red lipstick, like a red rose blooming in the dark. My girlfriends surrounded me, teasing: “Oh, isn’t this our darling Lydia? How do you have time to join us today?” “Is Wesley letting you off the hook?” “It’s been ages since we last met, you better treat us today!” … I laughed and agreed, but inside, there was a bitter taste. Back then, I pursued Gideon passionately, finally marrying him, living a secluded life with him after marriage. Outsiders thought we were deeply in love, but little did they know he never touched me, and now he wants to forcibly take my kidney for his adopted daughter. I bitterly downed the whiskey in my glass, the alcohol burning my throat as past scenes replayed in my mind. When did I start liking Gideon? Maybe it was when I was 18, when the Nelson Family and Wesley Family elders planned a lake outing together. Phoenix and I were playfully fighting on the boat and accidentally fell into the water, he saved me in his white clothes. When my mother scolded me, he stood up for me, “Kids are bound to be playful, don’t scold her.” Or maybe it was when he happened to pass by and saved my little cat, Buddy, carefully wiping its blood with a handkerchief. Or maybe because every time he saw me, he would smile and call me Lydia with the gentlest eyes… I lost my father young, and my mother became more and more fierce and aggressive to support the vast Nelson Corporation, being very strict with me too. In my life, I had never met someone so gentle. But this gentle and respectful Gideon would become unprincipled and ruthless when it came to Cora. Even I wouldn’t be an exception. At this moment, my phone chimed with a message from Gideon, repeatedly asking where I was. As if he really cared about me. Does he care about me, or is he caring about my kidney for Cora? 0 Feeling restless, I grabbed a friend’s hand and headed to the center of the dance floor. The lights shone on my red dress as I danced, and for a moment, I became the center of attention. Many eyes watched me, exclamations echoing around. Voices shouted enthusiastically, “Sister, look at me!” “Sister, look at me!” … Just then, my gaze was drawn to a man in black casual wear not far away. He was wearing sunglasses and a mask, looking towards the dance floor. After three years of living together, I recognized him instantly, it was Gideon. But why would he, who always preferred quiet, come to a place like this? I thought of the concerned messages on my phone, a hint of joy in my heart, and was about to call his name. But then I saw him walk straight to a spot behind me. There, in the booth, dressed provocatively, Cora was with three male models. “Sis, look at me!”

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When the richest man in the country—my dad—placed four photographs before me, my mind uncontrollably drifted back to the tragic events of my past life. I was once my father’s only heir, unaware of the malice in people’s hearts due to my sheltered upbringing. I treated these four people as true friends, even sharing my jewelry and wealth with them. Declan, however, was a devout Christian who never accepted my generosity; he was always locked away in church, praying, never sparing me a glance. I thought he didn’t love me until I inadvertently opened the church door one day and found him kneeling before a poor female student, kissing her feet with devotion: “Luna, you are my only faith, greater than even the Lord.” Now that I’ve been reborn, I refuse to give them a good life again. Looking at my dad, I said firmly, “Dad, forgive me, but I want the one from the Johnson Family!” Dad was shocked, his eyes wide. “You must be kidding. Everyone knows he’s a complete scoundrel! Plus, he supposedly has some unsavory habits. Are you sure you want someone like that?” Of course, since I’ve been reborn, I must make the best choice for myself. But not long after, this man cornered me, and that’s when I realized he… had also been reborn.

On my twentieth birthday, it was time to choose my new fiancé. In my past life, I joyfully chose Declan, oblivious to the conflict and pain in his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, it was my turn to announce my fiancé. But Declan, holding Luna, sternly warned me, “I will not marry a vile woman like you! Just seeing you makes me sick!” “Adeline, in this life, don’t even think about breaking me and Luna apart!” Everyone watched us. They all knew I had been trailing after Declan, a humble suitor. Now, being publicly ridiculed, everyone was waiting to laugh at me. I clenched my trembling hands, the pain of my past haunting me, and forced a smile. “Rest assured, even if I choose a dog, I won’t settle for you.” Declan’s expression changed, and he looked smugly at me with Luna in his arms. “Sorry, Miss Lin, Declan isn’t the kind of person you can buy with money!” Declan held her tightly and commanded me, “Luna isn’t well. Go serve her well at Seaview Villa.” “Whenever you see her, you should kneel on the ground like a dog! Otherwise, I won’t take over Lin Corporation and work for you!” With that, he left with Luna in tow. Watching his back, a cold smile crept onto my lips. It seems Declan forgot that he isn’t the richest man yet, just a worthless orphan. The banquet ended unpleasantly. My parents, delayed by traffic, were furious after hearing about Declan’s humiliation towards me, ready to confront him. But I held them back. “Mom, Dad, I’m willing to marry Wesley.” My parents were surprised, hesitantly looking at me, “But don’t you like Declan?” I lowered my eyes, hiding my hatred. “Our Lin family is so wealthy, he’s just an orphan, not worthy of me.” My mom wasn’t well, so my parents adopted four boys as candidates for my fiancé to prevent my loneliness. Yet, they felt my adoption severed their hope of finding their real families, treating me with cold sarcasm behind my back. I pitied them, always compromising, which made them see me as weak and easy to manipulate, leading to a tragic end for my entire family. Mom gently advised me, “Adeline, we just want you to be happy.” I held my mom’s warm hand to my face. “Though Wesley is a womanizer, marrying into the Wesley family can still elevate our Lin family.” “Declan is poor and will only be a burden to our Lin family!” My parents exchanged a glance, sighing in the end. “But I heard that Wesley is quite the womanizer and might even have some disease. Are you sure you want to marry him?” Seeing mom’s reluctance, I acted spoiled in her arms. “Any disease can be treated. Besides, if it can’t, I just need his sperm.” “After all, having a child doesn’t necessarily require any contact with him.” Seeing my determination, my parents stopped advising me. They were just inevitably disappointed in Declan. They had already graduated from college, and technically, the Lin family didn’t need to support them anymore. Yet, under the guise of being my future husband, he continued to leech off the Lin family shamelessly. I just asked my parents to cut off their cards. Unexpectedly, they stormed into my house that night, furious.

As soon as the door opened, I was pushed hard, crashing against the shoe cabinet. Declan looked grim, “Adeline, besides using money to control others, what else can you do?” Following him, the three others looked at me with contempt. Griffin openly showed his disdain, “Everyone knows you’re desperate, can’t live without a man since you were young.” Asher rolled his eyes, “Miss Lin, is this another round of your four-choice game? Geez, if you’re itchy, find a tree branch to scratch against. Don’t stick to us, I find it dirty!” Finn, always the most hot-tempered, looked at me with disdain, “Causing us to be burdened by you, not only can we not find our real parents, but we’re also ridiculed for spending a woman’s money!” It seemed, in their eyes, I was despicable and shameless. But they willingly got adopted back then. I fought back tears, “Then why did you come today?” All four of them changed their expressions, looking at me with resentment and anger. Finn clenched his fists, growling at me in discontent, “That’s what the Lin family owes us! If we find our real parents, why would we need to endure the Lin family?” Declan, looking at the other three, warned me in a low voice as if granting charity. “If you don’t want Lin Corporation to go bankrupt, be good.” “Unlock the cards, and maybe I’ll allow you to be a hidden lover if I’m happy.” I just couldn’t understand. If my family hadn’t adopted them, they wouldn’t have even left that orphanage. My parents never stopped them from finding their families. It was their choice not to give up the affluent life with the Lin family. But why do they hate me so much? I was about to tell them the engagement was canceled when I was pushed hard to the ground again. “Miss Lin, sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, don’t blame me!” Even though I was the one who got hurt, Declan immediately embraced Luna. “Adeline, if you’re angry, direct it at me. Stop bullying Luna.” He glared at me as if I had committed some heinous crime. But I hadn’t done anything. Luna was also a poor student sponsored by the Lin family, transferred to my school three years ago by my parents. To show gratitude, she offered to be my sidekick. I thought she wasn’t adjusting well and transferred her a thousand dollars to buy something for herself. But Declan, gritting his teeth, grabbed me, demanding with red eyes, “In your eyes, do poor people have no dignity?” I never did such a thing. I wanted to clear the misunderstanding with Luna. But as soon as she saw me, she knelt and kowtowed, “It’s all my fault. Miss Lin never forced me to be her toy.” The four of them immediately recalled the label of spending a woman’s money, looking at me with even more hatred. “Take your dirty money and get out!” “Luna is pure and hardworking. Don’t use your tricks to insult her. If you have issues, come at us!” “Besides using money to insult people, what else can you do? Adeline, you’re really disgusting!” I couldn’t bear the false accusations anymore, shouting that Luna was lying. But Luna, in front of everyone, rushed to the rooftop, crying. “Miss Lin, if I jump, can I prove my innocence?” In the end, Declan brought her down from the rooftop. He looked at me coldly, “Adeline, you really disappoint me. Apologize, or I won’t care about Lin Corporation anymore!” Finally, unable to bear Declan’s cold treatment, I tearfully admitted to mistakes that weren’t mine. I thought it would end things. But I didn’t know Luna would use this incident repeatedly to demand my concessions. A recommendation spot, competition eligibility, even a coming-of-age ceremony my parents meticulously prepared for me. As long as she shed tears silently, he would lead the three to isolate me. In this life, I finally understand. I was never the one in the wrong. I retorted angrily, “I’ve never seen beggars with such arrogance. You want money? Fine, kneel and beg me!” Declan sneered, locking onto me like a venomous snake. “Transfer Lin Corporation’s shares to Luna, and I might give you a chance to stay by my side.” I looked at him incredulously, “Are you crazy? Why should I give her shares?” Declan looked at me coldly, “It’s what you owe her, Adeline. If you want to save Lin Corporation, do as I say!”

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Nora was sixteen when she could no longer endure my mom’s torment and decided to take me with her to run away from home. When my mom found out, she grabbed me by the neck and sneered, “Want to leave? Pay up! I’ll just pretend I never gave birth to you two worthless brats. Otherwise, I’ll strangle her!” So, Nora scraped together three thousand yuan to “buy” me out. Later, when Nora and I opened a branch overseas, Mom appeared at my door with a bag of fried fish: “Sweet daughters, let Mommy in. I’ve come to see you!” Nora looked shocked, “Auntie, you’ve got the wrong people. We’ve been orphans since we were kids. How could we have a mom?” When we were kids, our family was very poor. How poor were we? Before I was seven, I had only seen what a watermelon looked like. I never knew how it tasted. When someone in the village threw watermelon rinds into the pig slop bucket, Nora and I would wait until they left to fish them out. Even if there were unknown things stuck to them, I still thought the crunchy stuff was delicious. When I got burned by hot water, we couldn’t find any ointment, so I used shoe polish instead. The next day, the skin and flesh on my foot were rotting. My mom slapped me six times, blaming me for wasting the shoe polish, and I still had to limp and weed the field. Nora started maturing at twelve and saved money for half a month to buy a vest. My mom went crazy, beat her until her eardrum ruptured, and called her a slut, kicking me a couple of times too. In such harsh conditions, my brother lived quite comfortably at home. My name is Nora, and my sister’s name is Phoebe. My mom often said if her first child were a son, we wouldn’t have been born, so we should thank our brother. Meat and vegetables were luxuries, but my brother got to eat drumsticks every day. When he ate, my mom would poke my shoulder with chopsticks. “What are you looking at? Isn’t there rice in your bowl? You hungry ghost, if you keep looking, I’ll gouge out your eyes!” The pickled vegetables in front of me had been there for years. I could even see little bugs wriggling inside, and I couldn’t swallow it. I wasn’t convinced. I knew my brother had a lot of snacks, like Taffy and instant noodles, and I wanted to eat those too. So, I sneaked a seasoning packet from the instant noodles when no one was looking. My mom caught me and grabbed a bamboo stick to beat me. The bamboo stick was of excellent quality, and it whizzed through the air. That day, I fainted and woke up multiple times. My back and arms were covered in blood. I cried and kowtowed to my mom, saying I wouldn’t dare to steal from my brother again. Only then did she show mercy, letting me kneel until dawn before going back to sleep. After that, I had a psychological scar, obediently eating my pickles with stale buns. But Nora didn’t accept it. Like me, she had rebellious genes in her bones. She slammed the table and shouted, “I want meat!” My mom quickly moved the plate away: “Boys eat meat to grow strong and help at home. What does a jinx like you need meat for? Get lost!” “I’m the one hoeing the fields, pulling the weeds. I do all the housework. My brother does nothing, but I want meat!” “You ungrateful girl still dare to talk back! Your brother is still young, so what if he eats more meat? Would it kill you to let him have it?” Nora exploded, picking up the plate and pouring it into her mouth. My mom rushed over and kicked her in the stomach, following with a feather duster. “Try to grab it! You dare to challenge me with your wings not fully grown. Do you not remember who gave you this worthless life?” Nora didn’t cry but jumped up and fought my mom fiercely. “I want meat!!!” In the chaos, the table was overturned. I crawled on the ground, quickly stuffing rice into my mouth. Nora scolded me, “You coward! Spineless!” I looked at her impatiently, “Are you eating or not? If you want some, I’ll save you a bit, otherwise, there won’t be any rice left.” My brother sat there calmly, watching us fight over a piece of meat, then casually tossed a few drumsticks to the family dog. You see, when people are degraded to a certain point, even a dog lives better. In the end, Nora lost. I dragged her back to the room, and suddenly, she silently rushed out. I shouted after her: “Hey, are you not eating the rice? If not, it’s all mine!” I vaguely heard a roar from outside. Moments later, Nora returned, showing me the drumsticks in her arms. I swallowed hard, “Impressive, where’d you get them?” “Snatched from the dog’s bowl.” “You killed the dog?” “No, I knocked it out with a stick.” Alright, I admit I was a bit wicked. My first thought was actually about eating dog meat. Moonlight shone on our faces, illuminating the wounds on Nora’s face. She stared at the moon outside, lost in thought. “Sooner or later, I’m getting out of here.”

This vow was realized quickly. When Nora was sixteen, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. One time, while on duty at school, she accidentally fell off a table and twisted her ankle, so the teacher sent the class president to escort her home. What should have been a normal scene took on a whole different flavor in my mom’s eyes. As soon as the person left, my mom grabbed Nora by the collar and started slapping her. “You little tramp, grown up and learning to seduce men, huh?” “Was that guy just now a customer? How much do you charge per night? Tell me, if you earn a lot, just drop out. It’s not like you’re learning anything useful anyway.” “Speak up! Weren’t you full of words before? I knew you’d be no good when you bought that bra years ago. Now, look at your fox tail sticking out!” Blood trickled from the corner of Nora’s mouth as she grinned, revealing red-stained teeth. “Mom, are you lacking men so much that you’re jealous of me?” My mom froze for a moment, then flew into a rage, grabbing Nora’s hair with one hand and smashing a glass on her with the other. “Damn it! Mom feeds you and clothes you, gives you life, and you have no gratitude, you heartless ingrate. I’ll beat you to death, just die already!” Screams echoed, and I couldn’t find a chance to help. Nora struggled desperately while my mom struggled to control her. My brother silently kicked from behind, and Nora fell heavily to the ground. My mom laughed. “Still, it’s the son who’s useful. No wonder he’s Mommy’s treasure!” Nora shrank into the corner, her body trembling with pain, letting my mom pin inexplicable crimes on her. My mom called her a slut, said she was a whore, born to be sold. When she ran out of insults, she focused on Nora’s hair. “I was wondering why you’ve been slacking off at work lately, spending all your energy on your hair. Braiding it, who are you trying to seduce? Shameless thing!” My mom grabbed a pair of scissors. I rushed over, hugging her leg, begging her to spare Nora. She kicked me away, forcing Nora to lift her head, cutting large chunks of her hair. Nora howled as my mom and my brother laughed. Her once proud long hair was now like it had been chewed by a dog. “Hahahahaha! Look at her now, like a rough old man. I’d like to see her try to seduce anyone now!” Nora collapsed to the ground, covering her face in silent tears. Dressed in rags, malnourished, thin as paper, in an age where beauty mattered, her thick, dark hair was her only pride. My mom’s malicious gaze turned to me, and I shivered. “This little tramp will definitely be a vixen too!” My mom called someone to sell our hair. There was no tenderness or care. I felt like a broken doll, my scalp in severe pain, being torn apart. Through the glass, I saw my ridiculous new hairstyle. “A flat fee, three hundred fifty. Take it!” My mom took the money, her face beaming. My brother laughed too. “Son, tonight Mom will take you to KFC, make these two burdens drool!” My hair, my treasured hair, turned out to be just a meal for my mom and brother. The hair buyer muttered, “What are these adults thinking, making two girls go out looking like this!” Everyone was happy except Nora and me. In the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, I shaved Nora’s hair to the scalp. I wanted to turn on the light, but Nora refused. She said she didn’t want to see how ugly she’d become. There was no choice, the hair was ruined, so we had to shave it all off. After I finished shaving hers, she shaved mine. Near the window, we looked at each other, saw our appearances clearly, and spoke simultaneously: “You’re so ugly.” “Shut up, you are too.” We laughed silently. Nora touched her bald head, her gaze becoming determined: “Nora, I’m going to leave.”

Nora meant what she said. The next day, when I woke up, she was already gone. She’d planned this escape for three whole years. She wanted to take me with her. I refused, knowing I would only be a burden. When my mom found out, she was furious. She strangled me, slapped me, even tried to choke me with a rope. Yet, she spared my life because I could still be exchanged for a bridal price in the future. Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, I prayed for Nora to run far away and never come back. But she did. She didn’t have her ID, making it hard to get anywhere. I helped her find the ID, dragging a big package from under the bed, stuffing things into her hands. “These are what I saved secretly. This biscuit will keep you full, take more. Don’t let the apple rot, eat it early, and this…” “Could you just say something? I went through a lot to steal this from my brother, and I haven’t even eaten it myself!” Nora spoke up, “Nora, I want to take you with me.” I paused, too afraid to answer. I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, praying that Phoebe would run far away and never come back. But she did come back. She didn’t have her ID card, which made it hard to go anywhere. I helped her find her ID card and pulled out a big package from under the bed, pressing things into her hands. “I’ve been secretly saving these. This biscuit will keep you full, take more of it. Don’t let the apples spoil, eat them soon, and here’s this too…” “Could you at least say something? I barely managed to steal this from my brother, and I haven’t even eaten it myself!” Phoebe said, “Nora, I want to take you with me.” I paused, afraid to answer. “Staying here leads nowhere. That woman only cares about her son. When has she ever treated us like human beings? If we don’t run, we’re just waiting to die!” However, just as Phoebe and I were about to leave, the door opposite suddenly opened. My brother shouted at the top of his lungs: “Mom, the two burdens are trying to run away!” Mom rushed out and easily dragged me away from Phoebe, grabbing me by the neck. “Run? Where to? If I wasn’t afraid you wouldn’t fetch a good price, I’d break your legs!” I trembled, but Phoebe was surprisingly calm. She negotiated with Mom, speaking with reason. Mom’s eyes darted around, clearly scheming. “You want to run, huh? Pay up! I’ll pretend I never gave birth to you two brats. Go wherever you want!” Mom demanded three thousand dollars, which was a considerable sum back then. Her plan was clear: I was young and staying would only waste food. She might as well make a hefty profit off me and lie to others that her two daughters ran off, gaining sympathy in the process. Phoebe didn’t hesitate to pay her. I knew it was all her savings. Mom, with saliva on her fingers, carefully counted each bill, grinning wider with each one. She slapped the cash into her hand and pointed outside: “Alright, off you go! Didn’t steal anything from us, did you?” Phoebe spread out the luggage. Besides a few worn-out clothes and books, there was nothing else. Phoebe wrote a note saying Mom voluntarily “sold” me to her, marked the amount, then signed and stamped it. While signing, Mom pretended to wipe her tears: “Why are you being so distant with me? If you miss home, come back…” Phoebe took my hand and left without looking back, with a sense of finality. That year, Phoebe was sixteen, and I was twelve. With the few dozen dollars we had left, we bought two southbound train tickets, never to return.

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On the wedding day, I was rear-ended by an influencer with millions of followers. My lawyer husband arrived at the scene and insisted I apologize. He even transferred a million from our wedding fund to compensate the influencer. Even more absurd, he left all the guests, canceled the wedding, and personally accompanied the influencer for a medical checkup. He even became her lawyer and countersued me for “hit and run.” This obvious manipulation by the other woman made me a laughingstock online. Until that night, the influencer live-streamed herself flaunting a wedding ring and dress identical to mine—three years earlier. Turns out, I was the one intruding on someone else’s relationship. But I was wrong again. The truth was even more appalling: the influencer was my husband’s brother’s true love. And my husband, who idolized his brother, had agreed to fulfill his late brother’s last wish by supporting both households. After learning the truth, I took off my wedding ring and held a “bachelor ceremony” for this so-called “romantic saint.” Since we’re going to shock people, why not let all the influencers his brother knew experience this “harem-like bliss”?

On the wedding day, I was driving the bridal car alone and got hit. My forehead slammed into the front seat, causing sharp pain. Before I could react, a woman with a phone rushed in front of my car, pointing the camera right at my face. “Fam, look! The Rolls Royce lady hit someone and wants to run!” I recognized her, the influencer Nora, with over ten million followers, the “epitome of allure.” The comments exploded immediately. “Does having money make you superior?” “That bride’s makeup can’t hide her scheming vibe!” I clenched my wedding dress, about to explain when she suddenly screamed and fell: “She pushed me! My leg is broken!” The live stream viewers shot up to 300,000. Declan’s call came faster than 911. Seeing the call from my so-called “undefeated reputation” lawyer husband calmed my frantic emotions a bit. Just as I wanted to ask him for help with this mess, the first thing he said was, “Apologize to her immediately.” “But she clearly…” “Lydia!” His voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child. “Don’t make it hard for me.” Five minutes later, his Mercedes screeched to a halt at the scene. Ignoring the swelling on my forehead, Declan knelt to wipe Nora’s tears. He turned to me and coldly ordered, “Apologize in public!” I was stunned: “Declan, aren’t you going to ask what happened?” He enunciated each word: “I said, apologize.” Nora suddenly added, “Besides an apology, I want 100,000 for medical and emotional distress.” Immediately, I heard him call the finance department: “Transfer 150,000 from the wedding fund to Miss Lin.” I stood there, too angry to think straight. Nora smugly waved her phone: “Attorney Declan, you’re really sensible.” “But just an apology and compensation won’t do; my leg seems injured and needs an examination.” Then Declan turned to me: “Today’s wedding is canceled and will be rescheduled.” “I’ll take her to the hospital for a thorough checkup.” “What?!” I almost shouted: “All the guests are waiting at the hotel!” “I said, postponed.” Declan’s look brooked no argument. The man supported Nora into the car, not even giving me an explanatory glance. The whole internet watched my abandonment live, with a trending hashtag #SchemingBrideFails. It wasn’t until late at night that Declan messaged: “She has a concussion. You should prepare the guest room in the bridal suite and take care of her for a few days.” The bridesmaid who stayed with me all night smashed her phone in anger. “That woman’s knee bruise is drawn with concealer! The live replay shows she peeked at the camera before falling!” She hesitated before warning me: “Declan’s behavior is too abnormal.” “They don’t seem like they’re meeting for the first time.” I sneered; it’s obvious from Declan’s previous concern for Nora. Even a blind person could tell what their relationship was. But really, when did the cliché plot of a mistress power struggle become so blatant?

I stared at my phone screen, my fingernails digging into my palm. Back at the bridal suite, before I could calm down, the doorbell rang. Two police officers stood outside. “Are you Miss Genevieve? Someone reported you for a hit and run, please cooperate with the investigation.” I was stunned: “What? It was clearly Nora who rear-ended me!” The police handed over a document expressionlessly. “Your dashcam shows your car indeed collided with another car and left after the accident.” My dashcam? Right after the incident, Declan took it, saying he needed to investigate the real situation. At the police station, sure enough, there sat Declan and Nora side by side. The woman showed her bruised thigh, letting Declan check it. The comments flooded the screen: “So disgusting, hit someone and still wants to run!” “Attorney Declan, hurry up and dump her.” “Honestly, Attorney Declan and our sister Nora look good together.” Then the police said, “Miss Genevieve, Miss Lin provided new evidence showing you indeed had the intention to flee after the collision.” I saw a heavily edited video, only showing me getting out of the car to “push” someone and turning my head. There was no context of Nora deliberately faking the accident, making me look like an arrogant rich girl. “This is not complete.” Even then, I hadn’t grasped the situation, pointing at Declan. “Just as well, my husband is right there.” “He’s a lawyer; he’ll represent me.” Declan walked over and suddenly said, “Nora is a friend of an old acquaintance, entrusted to my care.” “I’m now her attorney.” “My client has suffered severe emotional distress and demands you be held fully accountable.” I looked up, almost unable to believe my ears. I slammed the table: “Declan, what acquaintance, give me a break!” “You’re treating your wife like this for some influencer, what do you take me for!” “And you, Nora, aren’t you tired of this self-directed drama?” Declan remained unmoved, sternly saying, “Lydia, don’t be ridiculous.” “Watch your words, or Miss Lin will add defamation charges.” The police awkwardly coughed: “Given the lack of evidence, we suggest mediation.” Just then, my attorney, whom I contacted after failing to reach Declan, rushed in. During the mediation, Nora live-streamed the whole time. Declan kept proposing harsh conditions: a public apology across the internet, compensation for medical expenses, deletion of all related comments… Nora suddenly interjected: “The place I’m staying now is too far from the hospital, inconvenient for follow-ups…” “You just said she’d take care of me for a few days, but I’m not used to living with others.” Declan immediately continued, “Lydia, then please move out of the bridal suite until she recovers.” Ha, at this point, nothing he says surprises me anymore. “Don’t worry, I’ll divorce you and move out of the bridal suite.” But I just want to ask one question, even if I die, I want to die knowing the truth. I looked Declan in the eyes: “Did you really cheat with someone like her?” The man frowned and said, “Genevieve, speaking objectively, you hurt someone, and it’s only right to apologize and make amends.” “Don’t spread rumors; Nora and I are innocent.” “If I, Declan, have done anything to betray you, I’ll leave the legal profession and die a horrible death!” I was stunned. He dared to curse himself like this; could it be that I’ve misunderstood? But then what does all this happening before me mean? Am I having a mental breakdown?

Leaving the police station, I immediately contacted my best friend, Yara. Since lawyers rely on evidence, I’ll get you evidence. Sure enough, I found records of his frequent contacts with Nora over the past six years. Declan transferred money to Nora every month, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. The most laughable was the record from Christmas five years ago. It was our first holiday after getting together, yet he said he had an urgent case. At that time, I was starting my business and was struggling. He left me alone in a shabby rental eating instant noodles. But that day he transferred 200,000 to Nora. There was also another document showing he owned an apartment where Nora had been living for the past year. I remember this apartment; he bought it a year ago, and back then, he told me he was on a business trip. So every time he said he was “working late” or “on a business trip,” he was with her? I clutched these documents but didn’t know where to start, finding it odd. All the transfer details were noted as “medical expenses.” Does this prove infidelity? It doesn’t seem like concrete evidence of cheating. I also asked someone to check Declan’s phone and email but found no hotel reservations or intimate photos. This was too unusual. Just when I was at a loss, I found a recording of one of Nora’s live streams. Just a few days ago, she wore a diamond ring on her left ring finger, glaringly obvious. It was identical to the engagement ring Declan gave me. The comments scrolled wildly: “Is Nora getting married?” “That ring’s at least five carats!” Nora covered her mouth with a coy smile, turned, and opened a wardrobe, pulling out an ivory-white wedding dress. The dress was just like mine, even with the same embroidered rose pattern Declan suggested. These images stabbed at my eyes, surely Declan got what he deserved! I forwarded this evidence to him, but after three hours, still no explanation came. Yet, I saw Declan in another of Nora’s live streams. The woman sat in an upscale restaurant, the background familiar with floor-to-ceiling windows and a piano performance area. That was “Starlight Bay,” where Declan and I confirmed our relationship. The background music was playing “Dream Wedding.” It was the song Declan used when he confessed to me. Suddenly, I remembered today was our five-year dating anniversary. The man opposite Nora didn’t appear on screen, but the hand with distinct joints wore the Rolex watch I gave him. I forwarded the evidence to the man and waited for three hours without receiving any explanation. Then I saw Declan again in another of Nora’s live streams. She was sitting in an upscale restaurant, with the familiar floor-to-ceiling window and piano area in the background. It was Starlight Bay, where Declan and I had solidified our relationship. The background music was playing “Dream Wedding,” the song Declan used to confess his love to me. Suddenly, I remembered that today was our 5th anniversary. The man sitting across from Nora wasn’t in the frame, but his hand, distinct with its pronounced joints, wore the Rolex watch I had given him. The comments asked, “How long have you been together?” Nora replied, “Seven years today.” I froze instantly. So, all these years, except for last year when he was with me, he always had excuses to be absent: overtime the year before, business trips, friends’ weddings before that. It turns out I was the other woman all along. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. Then Adeline sent me another link, leading me to Declan’s private social media account. The latest update was from ten minutes ago, showing a candlelight dinner identical to Nora’s. But the caption read, “Seventh year, #fulfilling my brother’s life#.” My mind raced. A brother Declan never mentioned, fulfilling… What does this mean? Declan, what exactly are you hiding?

I clicked into this tag and immediately froze. It was filled with Declan and Nora’s “daily love life.” The most shocking was a post from four years ago: Today is my brother’s death anniversary, and Nora had a breakdown. She mistook me for you and instinctively called me “husband.” But I stayed silent, couldn’t agree. Because I met another girl whom I love dearly and want to marry. But don’t worry, brother. Whatever my wife has, Nora will surely have too. So, he gave her a matching ring, ordered a similar wedding gown, and even the proposal was ceremonious. Anniversaries were fair too; last year he spent with me, this year was Nora’s turn. He managed the balance skillfully. Not long after, my phone buzzed with a message from Declan: “The wedding continues tomorrow, please be understanding.” I stared at the screen, laughed coldly, and replied: “Okay.” Then pocketed my phone. Since Declan wanted to keep acting, I had to end this charade myself. The next day, the wedding venue was packed with guests. I walked arm in arm with Declan, step by step toward the stage. Suddenly, the doors swung open. As expected, Nora walked in wearing the same wedding gown as mine. At this moment, the banquet hall’s big screen suddenly lit up. Instead of displaying our wedding photos, it showed Declan and Nora embracing in the bridal suite. He was gently putting on a wedding ring identical to mine for Nora. He said, “Nora, I’ll take care of you for life.” The timestamp was from six years ago. The whole room gasped. Nora’s face was tear-streaked, looking like a tragic lover harshly separated by me. But she didn’t forget to hold up her phone to live-stream, and flashlights instantly focused on me. “Everyone, judge for yourselves. Declan and I have been in love for years, Genevieve is the mistress!” The comments exploded. “Whoa! Mistress caught at a high-profile wedding?!” “The bride doesn’t look like a good person!” “Poor girl! Bravely pursuing love.” “Original partner turned mistress, drama of the year!” Declan quickly turned to look at me. I gritted my teeth and said, “Declan, our wedding, why is there another leading lady?” Looking at Nora’s convincingly fake face, I couldn’t take this humiliation. I raised my hand to slap Nora, but Declan grabbed my hand. “Don’t be impulsive, Nora is just emotionally unstable.” I ignored him, grabbed a wine glass, and hurled it at her. Declan turned without hesitation, and red wine splashed all over his suit. Yet he shielded Nora, glaring at me, “Don’t go crazy!” I shook off Declan’s hand, stepped onto the stage, and grabbed the host’s microphone. Then I displayed screenshots from Declan’s private social media on the big screen. “Don’t worry, brother, I’ll take good care of Nora for you.” “Everything my wife has, she’ll have too.” Most glaring was a wedding photo with Nora. Below it read: “The wedding photo she wanted, I took for you too. I’ll also figure out a way to fulfill the honeymoon for you and her.” As soon as this image appeared, the whole room gasped again. Suddenly, the wedding door was pushed open once more. A group of influencers with faces similar to Nora’s rushed into the wedding venue holding signs saying “Share the love.” I tore off my veil, revealing a bright red smile, and said, “Welcome to Declan’s bachelor ceremony!” “Declan, these are all the influencers your brother had contact with.” “Since you’re so devoted, why not let them share the love too?”

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I’m no longer alive. But no one has noticed. My body is curled up in a corner of the street. My family probably thinks I’m just throwing another fit, hiding away on purpose. But this time, it’s different. I’m truly gone. My sisters, Phoebe Johnson and Lydia Johnson, are watching TV with Mom and Dad. The coffee table is filled with sliced fruit, and Mom is gently feeding them strawberries. How idyllic. If I weren’t already a ghost, I might have thought this family was happy too. I drift outside the window. In the living room, Phoebe is leaning playfully on Mom’s shoulder, and Mom’s fingers gently stroke her hair. “Mom, I want the biggest strawberry,” Phoebe points to the fruit plate. “Alright, alright, they’re all yours.” Mom smiles, her eyes crinkling as she hands the strawberry to her. Such a familiar scene. Ten years ago, Esme Johnson used to act like this, while I could only sit on the little stool in the corner, longing. Back then, though I was alive, I lived as if I were invisible. Dad suddenly looks up at the window, and I instinctively shrink back. His gaze passes through my body, landing on the distant streetlight. “Johnson, what are you looking at?” Mom asks. “Nothing.” Dad turns back and pats Lydia on the head, “Lydia, do you want some cherries? Dad will buy you some after work tomorrow.” Lydia smiles sweetly, “Thanks, Dad! You’re so good to me.” A smile appears on Dad’s face, a smile I’ve never seen before: “Our Lydia is so good, unlike…” Unlike who? I know what he wants to say. Unlike Nora Johnson, who is awkward and foolish. “If only Esme were still here…” Mom suddenly says, her voice choking. Phoebe immediately hugs her, “Mom, don’t be sad. Lydia and I will always love you for her.” What a charmer. I drift by the window, watching their happy scene, and suddenly feel like laughing. In my parents’ eyes, Esme was an angel fallen from the heavens, while I was trash picked up from the ground. Indeed, Mom always loved my sweet-talking sister more. My sister died ten years ago. In a car accident. Our family was on a trip, and on the way back, she insisted on ice cream. Dad stopped to buy some, and Mom stayed in the car with us. Esme suddenly ran out, saying she wanted to buy a hairpin across the street. Mom didn’t stop her. When the truck ran over her, she was still clutching that shiny butterfly hairpin. After that day, my parents changed. They began to resent me. Mom often screamed at me, tearing her heart out. She said, “Why is it you who’s alive, Nora Johnson? Why did Esme have to leave? Why wasn’t it you who died?” They shifted all their bad emotions onto me. I know they hate me. They hate that it wasn’t me who died.

A year after Esme’s death, my parents started frequently browsing adoption websites. I hid behind the door, listening to their hushed discussions. Mom pointed at the computer screen: “This one’s eyes look like Esme’s.” “The chin doesn’t quite match,” Dad leaned in for a closer look, “Keep looking.” They went through hundreds of photos and finally chose Phoebe and Lydia. The day the two girls were brought home, Mom hugged them and cried her heart out. I stood awkwardly at the stairway corner, unsure of what to do. “Call them older sisters,” Mom nudged my shoulder. Phoebe and Lydia were both two years older than me, born the same year as Esme. They looked at me timidly, with a hint of appeasement in their eyes. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound. “Are you mute?” Mom suddenly raised her voice, “I told you to call them older sisters!” My nails dug into my palms. Phoebe hurriedly took Mom’s hand, “Aunt, don’t be mad. It’s normal for Nora to not accept it right away. Give it time.” Mom immediately changed her tone, gently stroking her hair, “Phoebe is so understanding.” That night, I heard Phoebe and Lydia whispering in the guest room. “This family is so strange,” Phoebe said, “They’re so harsh to their biological daughter.” “I heard their daughter died,” Lydia lowered her voice, “We look like the deceased one.” “Who cares, as long as we have food, drinks, and money.”

Phoebe and Lydia quickly figured out the rules of this house. They imitated how Esme used to act cute, wore her favorite colors, and even mimicked her way of speaking. Phoebe and Lydia quickly blended into the family. For their first birthday at the house, Mom prepared two beautiful princess dresses, the style Esme loved when she was alive. “My dear daughters, try them on. You’ll look beautiful.” The two girls looked thrilled, “Thank you, Mom!” The word “Mom” pierced my ears like a knife. I bit my lip hard, my throat tight. “Nora, go mop the floor,” Mom said without looking up. I didn’t move. “Are you deaf?!” She suddenly raised her voice and threw the remote at me. I dodged, and the remote grazed my forehead, hitting the wall. “How dare you dodge?” She rushed over and grabbed my hair, “You killed your own sister, and you don’t even feel guilty? Always with that dead face, it’s bad luck!” My scalp burned with pain, but I stayed silent. Lydia stood by, a slight smirk on her lips. “Aunt, don’t be mad,” she said hypocritically, “Maybe my sister is just in a bad mood.” “In a bad mood?” Mom sneered, “What right does she have to be in a bad mood? She’s not the one who died!” My nails dug into my flesh, but I didn’t dare cry. Crying would make things worse. At night, I was locked in the storage room and made to kneel as punishment. “Reflect on yourself!” Mom said before locking the door, “Think about your sister!” In the dark, I curled up in the corner, my knees pressing against the cold floor. Laughter came from outside the door. “Mom, this cake is delicious!” Lydia’s voice drifted in. “Eat more if you like it,” Mom’s voice was unbelievably gentle. I closed my eyes, and finally, the tears fell.

The next morning, Phoebe and Lydia wore their new dresses to school. Mom personally did their hair. “Our Phoebe is so pretty.” She touched Phoebe’s face, lost in thought, as if looking at someone else. Phoebe smiled sweetly, “It’s all because of Mom’s good taste, making us look so nice.” Dad came over and handed them each a gift card, “Pocket money. If it’s not enough, just ask Dad.” I stood at the top of the stairs with my old backpack, unnoticed by anyone. “Nora,” Mom suddenly called me, “After school, pull out the weeds in the garden. Don’t be lazy.” “Got it, Mom,” I replied hoarsely. Phoebe passed by me, deliberately bumping into me, and whispered, “What a pity.” After school, I walked home slowly, not wanting to face that house. When I opened the door, Phoebe and Lydia were on the sofa eating fruit, and Mom was peeling grapes for them, not even glancing at me. I put down my backpack and silently went to the backyard. The garden was overgrown with weeds, and I squatted down, pulling them out one by one. My fingers got scratched and bled, but I didn’t stop. “Nora!” Dad suddenly shouted behind me. I flinched and turned around. “You’re pulling out the flowers!” He stormed over and slapped me across the face. My vision went dark, and I fell to the ground. “Useless! You can’t even do this right!” He grabbed my collar and dragged me up, “If your sister were alive, she’d never be as worthless as you!” My face burned with pain, but I didn’t cry. Phoebe stood in the doorway, holding an ice cream, a smile on her lips. “Dad, don’t be mad.” She walked over and held his arm, “Maybe my sister didn’t mean to.” “Didn’t mean to?” Dad snorted, “She did it on purpose! She’s been jealous of Esme since childhood, and now she won’t even spare the flowers!” I opened my mouth to explain but ended up saying nothing. What’s the point of explaining? They never believe me. In this house, I live worse than an outsider.

At dinner, I was punished and not allowed to eat. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and my stomach twisted painfully. Lydia “accidentally” spilled a bowl of soup at my feet. “Oh dear, sorry.” She blinked, her tone devoid of apology. Mom frowned, “Nora, clean it up.” I knelt on the floor, wiping up the soup with a cloth, listening to them chat and laugh at the dining table. “Mom, can you come to the parent-teacher meeting next week?” Phoebe asked. “Of course,” Mom agreed with a smile, “Our Phoebe is so outstanding; of course, Mom wants to go.” “Dad will go too!” Dad chimed in. They were all so happy, while I was like a ghost. I wanted to say that I also have a parent-teacher meeting. The teacher praised my progress this time. Could Mom and Dad attend my parent-teacher meeting just once? Even once would be enough. But I didn’t dare to say it. At night, I curled up in bed, my stomach hurting from hunger. Footsteps came from outside, and Phoebe pushed the door open, holding half a piece of bread. “Hungry?” She tossed the bread on my bed, a malicious smile on her face, “Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.” I stared at her, unmoving. “Dad’s going too!” he chimed in. They were having such a wonderful time together, and I felt like I was invisible. I wanted to speak up, to say that my parent-teacher meeting was coming up too. The teacher had praised my progress this time. Couldn’t Mom and Dad attend just once? Just once would be enough. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it. At night, I curled up in bed, my stomach aching with hunger. I heard footsteps in the hallway, and Phoebe Johnson pushed the door open, holding half a slice of bread. “Hungry?” she tossed the bread onto my bed with a malicious grin, “Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.” I stared at her, unmoving. “Why are you acting all high and mighty?” she sneered, “Who do you think you are? In this house, you’re not even worth as much as a dog.” I grabbed the bread and threw it at her face. She screamed, and Mom rushed in immediately. “Nora Johnson! What are you doing?!” She slapped me hard across the face. I bit my lip, remaining silent. “Go kneel in the storage room!” She dragged me out by my hair. Phoebe hid behind Mom, smirking at me triumphantly. The door to the storage room locked again. In the dark, I hugged my knees and finally cried. Why… why wasn’t it me who died? If it had been me, would it not hurt this much? Ever since my sister left, I’ve been asking myself this question. Now I’ve finally gotten my wish. All night, I wandered aimlessly on the roof. The next morning, a call came in. Mom frowned, glancing impatiently at the phone screen. Seeing Adeline Sun’s name, her mouth twisted. “Hello?” She answered, her voice as cold as ice. Adeline’s voice was anxious: “Aunt, it’s Adeline Sun. Is Nora home? I’ve been calling her, and she hasn’t picked up. She hasn’t replied to my messages either, and I’m a bit worried…” Mom let out a cold laugh: “She can go wherever she wants. What does it matter to me?” There was a brief silence on the other end. “Aunt, Nora hasn’t responded to me for two days. She never does this. Could you please check if she’s home?” “Check for what?” Mom’s voice suddenly rose, “That useless thing, no one would notice if she died! Always with that dead look on her face, it’s just bad luck!” My chest tightened sharply. Even though I was already dead, hearing those words felt like a knife to the heart. I floated beside Mom, staring at her face, trying to find even a hint of concern. But she didn’t even blink. “Aunt!” Adeline’s voice rose too, “How can you say that about Nora? She’s your daughter!” “Daughter?” Mom scoffed, “My daughter Esme Johnson died ten years ago. Now my daughters are Phoebe Johnson and Lydia Johnson. What is Nora? She’s always so gloomy, it’s annoying. You friends should avoid her too, or she’ll lead you astray!” My fingers trembled, wanting to grasp something, but they only passed through the air. I’ve heard these words for ten years, but every time I hear them, my heart still clenches. “Aunt, you’re so biased!” Adeline’s voice was filled with anger, “Nora is so good. How can you treat her this way? She’s your real daughter. Why is she less than…” “Enough!” Mom sharply interrupted, “My family matters are none of your business! Don’t call again, it’s bad luck!” With that, she hung up the phone and tossed it onto the couch as if it were something dirty. Phoebe leaned in, holding Mom’s arm: “Mom, don’t be angry. She’s not worth it.” Mom patted her head, her tone instantly softening: “You and Lydia are the sensible ones.” I stood aside, watching this scene, and suddenly found it laughable. The dead from ten years ago are treasured, while the living are trampled into the mud. Even now, dead, no one cares. I wanted to tell Adeline, don’t look anymore, I’m already dead. Dead in the shadows of a street corner, with not even a stray dog finding my body. But I couldn’t. On the fifth day, Adeline reported me missing to the police. When the police found me, my body was already unrecognizable.

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