When I married Gabriel, I was 20, and he was 3 My mother said he was kind-hearted, successful, and could take care of me. For four years after our marriage, Gabriel treated me extremely well. Until I found my aunt’s photo in his wallet. 1 Gabriel spoiled me. He would give me anything I wanted, and being older, he seemed to have endless patience. I whined on the phone, “If you’re not coming home tonight, I might go out and find other men.” “I have to work late tonight, be good and stay home,” Gabriel paused, “Remember that bag you mentioned last time? I’ve already ordered it, it’ll be delivered tonight.” I giggled, “Why do you always try to appease me with bags?” “Don’t you like them?” His deep, magnetic voice made my heart flutter. I quickly said I loved it and kept him talking, the atmosphere turning flirtatious. After four years of marriage, I had truly experienced the benefits of being with an older man. He was so gentle, I couldn’t find a single flaw. Even when I deliberately acted up or caused trouble, he would always soothe me gently. He had a lot of money and a lot of love, and he gave both to me without hesitation. My heart was filled with warmth. Until my best friend told me she saw a woman walking arm in arm with Gabriel across the street. 2 That night, I had a huge fight with Gabriel. I didn’t even get a chance to appreciate the new bag before I threw it at his face. “What’s the meaning of this? Is your overtime work actually dating other women?” I was shaking with anger, my eyes red. Gabriel’s expression was cold, but when he looked at me, his eyes were only filled with gentleness and helplessness. He tried to approach me, but I pushed him away. “That was your aunt, darling. She just came back from abroad and happens to be cooperating with our company. We were having a business dinner.” “My aunt?” I was confused. My aunt was back? My aunt was a free spirit, 33 years old, single, traveling abroad. We hardly ever saw her throughout the year. She’s back? Why didn’t she tell me? Seeing my reaction, Gabriel pulled me into his arms, “Are you still angry?” I snorted and took out my phone to call my aunt. The call connected quickly. The woman’s soft voice came through the phone, and I felt Gabriel’s body stiffen for a moment. I glared at him and asked, “Aunt, you’re back?” “Yes, sweetie. I just called your mom. What’s up?” “Aunt, did you have dinner with my husband’s company tonight?” “Yes, I did. It was business, couldn’t be postponed. I drank quite a bit and almost tripped crossing the street. How embarrassing! Luckily your husband was there.” My doubts were completely dispelled. I arranged a welcome dinner with my aunt and hung up. Gabriel held me tightly, “Are you still angry?” “Hmph!” I pushed him away and picked up the new bag from the floor, feeling heartbroken about its condition. Gabriel was still patient, comforting me for a while longer. Finally, he carried me upstairs. 3 When I woke up early the next morning, Gabriel was already gone. He was busy with work and left early. And I found a photo in the wallet he had left behind. In the photo, a young woman looked radiant, smiling brightly with curved eyes. Her left hand was holding Gabriel’s arm, and her right hand was making an old-fashioned peace sign. Her appearance was somewhat similar to mine. No! It was very similar. With trembling hands, I stuffed the photo back. Gabriel was eleven years older than me, he must have had lovers in the past. I could let that go. But the woman in the photo was Olivia, my aunt… My husband and my aunt. What kind of relationship did they have? And what did they take me for in these four years of marriage? Like a thunderbolt, scenes from the past involving Olivia flashed through my mind. When we got married, he asked several times why Olivia didn’t attend the wedding; during New Year’s family gatherings, when my mother called Olivia, he would always lean in to say “Happy New Year”; even the clothes he bought for me were always in the cream color that my aunt loved to wear… There were too many similar incidents, scene after scene flashing through my mind, leaving me confused and shocked. The photo was old, the color fading at the edges, evidence of how many times the owner’s fingers must have caressed it longingly. Trying to avoid the reality, I stuffed the wallet into the bedside drawer. A moment later, I masochistically entered Gabriel’s study. He had warned me several times not to enter his study, and I wasn’t interested in what was inside, assuming it was just some important documents of a workaholic. I pushed aside the documents on the desk and looked at the photo album hidden beneath them. The album was filled with photos of a young couple on every page. I slowly flipped through, looking at the dates behind each photo, until I reached the last one. [October 26, 2016]. This photo was a long-distance shot taken at the airport on the day Olivia left the country six years ago. Her black hair was flowing, and her expression was melancholic. I was also in the photo. I was just a sophomore then, very reluctant to part with my aunt who had always doted on me. I was hugging Olivia and crying. I hadn’t noticed someone taking a picture from afar. On the back of the photo, there was a message written in neat handwriting. [Olivia, our ten years end here.] A month later, I met Gabriel for the first time in the cold winter. Two years later, after my college graduation, I unhesitatingly married him. 4 Everything between Gabriel and me. It was all a lie. 5 Gabriel came home very late. His posture was straight, his tailored suit and neatly combed-back hair making his handsome features look somewhat distant and cold. Those indifferent eyes seemed to melt when they saw me on the sofa. He smiled as he walked towards me, “It’s one in the morning, why aren’t you asleep?” In the past, I would have snuggled into his arms, craving his warmth. Now, I just felt disgusted. I avoided his outstretched hand and threw the photo I had been clutching onto the coffee table. These were the photos he had treasured and hidden in his study. Of course, he recognized them at a glance. Gabriel’s expression froze, but he managed to maintain a smile. “You went into my study?” he asked gently. “Yes.” Gabriel lowered his eyes and silently picked up the photos from the coffee table. “Don’t do it again.” His tone was calm, the worst attitude he had ever shown me since our marriage. I sneered, “There won’t be a next time, Gabriel. After all these years together, what exactly did you take me for?” I stood up, looking up at him. Time hadn’t left any traces on his face; he was still handsome and youthful. I stared into those seemingly affectionate eyes and saw him frown tiredly. “Alright, stop making a fuss. Let’s go to bed,” he sighed, as if yielding. “You think I’m making a fuss?” I asked. Gabriel avoided the question: “Sophia, haven’t I been good to you?” Without waiting for my answer, he continued, “I believe I’ve treated you well. At least in this marriage, I’ve never wronged you. So, can’t you understand that there are some things I can’t give you?” “Some things? You mean love?” I asked. He remained silent, implicitly agreeing. I wanted to laugh, but tears welled up instead, “So I’m just a replacement. You’ve been so good to me, but you’ve never loved me.” “You’re an adult. Love is too luxurious…” “Am I not worthy?” I interrupted him. I wanted to ask if I, Sophia, wasn’t worthy of sincere and passionate love. Should I be grateful for being a replacement? Uncontrollable sadness made me cry incessantly. Gabriel brought a warm, damp towel to wipe my tears, his movements gentle. But I felt even more miserable. See how gentle he was. So gentle that he remained calm even as he watched me break down. In this marriage, I was the only one who had invested my whole heart.

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Terminal Cancer, Husband Falls for His Young, Juicy Secretary I return home after chemotherapy to find my husband in our marital bed with his secretary, their bodies intertwined in passion. Seeing me, the secretary giggles coyly: “Oh sis, don’t be angry. I’m just helping take some of the burden off you, since I was worried it might be too much for you to handle.” My husband casually lights a post-coital cigarette: “You never let me touch you anymore. You’re as cold as a dead fish in bed!” “I’ve been so pent up I’m about to lose it. Amber here has been working overtime to help you out. From now on, give her half your allowance!” On the verge of death, I cough up blood in shock. The secretary laughs at me, saying I must have bought fake blood to make such an unconvincing performance. My husband is embarrassed by me and ignores my unconscious state. He takes his secretary to a 5-star hotel to reignite their passion. But later, when he receives my critical condition notice, he goes mad.

My husband is away on a business trip, so I have to go to the hospital alone. Seeing the word “cancer” on the diagnosis report, I’m struck as if by lightning. If I die, how will my husband who loves me so deeply go on living? I drag my heavy feet home. As soon as I open the door, I smell an intimate scent in the air. My already heavy heart sinks even further. The bedroom door is wide open. A man’s low growls and a woman’s gasps shamelessly rise and fall. Ryan’s secretary Amber clings to him like a vine, her face flushed red. Her exposed skin is white and tender, smooth as satin. Ryan’s muscular back is covered in red scratches, as he passionately grips the woman’s soft curves. Amber’s long hair is spread out like seaweed on our custom-made bed. This bed was my late father’s wedding gift to me, the only one of its kind in the world. Yet Ryan has brought another woman to do unspeakable things on our marital bed. Their intimate sounds threaten to pierce my eardrums, my very soul trembling. “Oh Ryan, you’re so bad, not being gentle with me at all.” “Hmm? How else could I satisfy an insatiable little vixen like you?” Ryan is lost in passion, their bodies tightly joined. He hasn’t noticed me at the door at all. I think I must have been delusional. Even if I died right now, he probably wouldn’t care at all. Amber peeks out from under Ryan and glances at me with a coy smile. “Darling, this is your marriage bed. Won’t your wife be upset if she finds out?” Ryan brushes his hand over Amber’s red lips, leaving a suggestive trail in the sunlight. “What does she have to be upset about? Being my lawful wife is a blessing few women could hope for in several lifetimes!” “She may be a competent wife, but she’s as stiff as a board in bed. Only a seductive little minx like you can truly excite me!” Amber shoots me a challenging look, then rakes her nails down Ryan’s back again: “You’re so bad! What am I to you? You’re my first and only man!” “Alright, alright. I’ll buy you that lakeside villa tomorrow as a gift!” Amber lets out an incredulous gasp: “Really, darling? But that villa costs at least $5 million. I’m afraid your wife won’t agree.” Ryan laughs dismissively: “So what if she finds out? She loves me so much she’d never leave me!” Amber turns away from me and clings tightly to the oblivious Ryan. My chest aches, a metallic taste rising in my mouth. I stumble, nearly falling to the ground. The noise I make interrupts their passionate moment. Ryan moves quickly, pulling the large red comforter over to wrap Amber up tightly. My stomach churns. I have to grip the doorframe to stay standing: “What’s this? You’re shameless enough to have sex in broad daylight, but too afraid to be seen naked?” “How did you sneak in like a ghost without making any sound? Barging in like this, don’t you know to respect others’ privacy?” Secure in his favoritism, Amber shrinks behind him, her face unable to hide her smugness. “Sis, Ryan was feeling unwell from the heat today. I was just helping him feel better with a massage. Please don’t misunderstand.” She coyly stretches out her delicate hands towards me: “People with heatstroke need to stay cool, so we’re a bit underdressed. But Ryan’s feeling much better now…” “Look how swollen my hands are from working so hard… I only had good intentions, please don’t be angry at Ryan!”

I don’t respond. Ryan’s brow furrows, his voice icy: “Weren’t you supposed to be at the hospital? Why are you back so soon?” It feels like every bone in my body has been crushed by a massive weight, crumbling to dust. I shake my head, hardly able to believe my ears. Has the world gone mad? How could the man who once loved me more than life itself speak such cruel words to me? Tears fall uncontrollably, blurring my vision. I use all my strength to barely choke out: “Ryan, we promised to love only each other for life!” Ryan impatiently waves his hand: “Love is love, sex is sex. Don’t confuse the two. Amber is sacrificing herself to help take your burden with no recognition. She hasn’t complained, yet you’re the one feeling wronged!” “Wake up! We’ve been together for 10 years since we were 18. Would you still wear clothes you’ve had for 10 years? Everyone in our circle has lovers on the side. Why should I have to repress myself and suffer with an old, frigid fish like you?” I look at my reflection on the floor, my heart turning cold. It’s true, I’m already 28 years old. And a 28-year-old with terminal cancer at that. Since starting chemo, my hair keeps falling out. The harsh side effects have left me gaunt and sallow. I lie awake night after night in agony, tearing holes in the sheets from gripping them so tightly. I really do look like an old, worn-out piece of clothing now. I’ve changed so drastically, yet Ryan comes and goes without noticing, as if he’s gone blind. Later, medication made me swell up all over. I looked like I’d gained a ton of weight. His gaze finally changed from indifference to disgust. I had thought that I was letting him down by having an uncooperative body that couldn’t accompany him through life as promised. I endured the torture of illness, pretending not to notice his change in attitude. But how could he compare me, with my numbered days, to a worn-out piece of clothing unfit to be seen? I shouldn’t have tied my short life to such a rotten cucumber. “Ryan, let’s get divorced.” Ryan’s mocking expression freezes in place. He sneers contemptuously: “Divorce? Where would a useless old hag like you go? Who else would pamper you like I do?” “Just be a good Mrs. Zhou and you’ll never go hungry…” Seeing my tears fall rapidly, Ryan’s tone softens slightly. “Be a good girl and listen to me. I promise I’ll never abandon you in this lifetime!” Amber pinches his waist in displeasure: “What about me? Will you toss me aside when you’re bored?” Ryan grins wickedly and pushes Amber’s head down: “Afraid I’ll get tired of you? Then you’d better learn some new tricks to keep me satisfied, you little minx!” These two shameless dogs are so brazen right in front of me. They’re not just disrespecting me as Ryan’s wife, they’re not even treating me as a human being. I can no longer control myself. A mouthful of blood sprays out. The bright red blood is shocking, splattering everywhere. Even Amber, hiding behind Ryan, isn’t spared. Her previously flawless makeup is now a mess, transforming from a beauty to a hag in an instant. She’s furious, her affected cutesy voice cracking: “You disgusting old woman, how revolting!” Anger flares in my chest. I lunge forward and grab her hair, yanking hard: “You little slut, get off my bed right now!” She effortlessly pushes me to the ground: “Ryan, I’m so upset! It took me hours to do my makeup and now it’s ruined. You have to get justice for me!” Ryan gently wipes Amber’s face with a wet wipe from the bedside table, not forgetting to turn back and warn me. “Olivia, stop acting like a shrew!” What little life force I had left is not enough to withstand such a vicious attack. My broken body collapses helplessly to the floor. I want to get up but have no strength, only able to struggle weakly on the ground. But Ryan pays me no mind, allowing Amber to mock me freely. “Ryan, it’s such a waste of talent that your wife isn’t an actress. Look how convincingly she’s faking coughing up blood!” “Even her half-dead look after spitting blood is flawless. Who knows how many times she’s rehearsed in private! What a terrifying jealousy!” My heart aches. I want to cry but have no tears left. I try to call out but my parched throat makes no sound. It feels like a million steel needles are churning in my brain. My soul is instantly riddled with holes. My vision darkens. The air seems to be thinning. I’m struck with fear… With my last shred of hope, I look pleadingly at Ryan, my lips moving weakly: “Husband, save me.” “Quickly, take me to the hospital…”

A flicker of guilt flashes in Ryan’s eyes as he pulls away from Amber’s clinging arms. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take you to the doctor right away.” But Amber refuses to let go, pressing herself against him again: “Don’t go, Ryan. I’m so cold, hold me! She’s clearly acting, don’t believe her!” Ryan roughly yanks Amber’s arm off him, tossing her onto the bed: “Get off me! Don’t tell me what to do! If anything happens to my wife, you’ll be in big trouble!” Amber doesn’t give up. She switches to an even more alluring pose, showcasing her body’s softness to the fullest. Her tone is seductive: “Ryan, can’t you smell it? That’s clearly chicken blood!” “How could a healthy person cough up so much blood? Look how lively your wife seems. She must have held the blood in her mouth beforehand!” Ryan’s expression turns doubtful. His steps towards me come to a halt. “She’s even using the ‘playing dead’ trick to compete for attention. Look, she’s even put on ‘seriously ill’ makeup!” “Not content with being the first wife, she’s getting a bit greedy…” Ryan’s body, which had tensed up from nervousness, completely relaxes. He stands in place, carelessly looking me over. After a long moment, his face twists with intense disgust. He picks up the trash can by the bed and dumps its contents over my face. “You want to compete for attention? Then open your eyes wide and see clearly who can truly bring out the joy of being a man!” “The stuff at home that was about to expire – Amber and I used it all up this afternoon!” “Please… you… hospital…” I beg. He can’t be bothered to look at me as I struggle on the brink of death, pleading desperately. He flips the trash can over my head, his tone ice-cold. “Give it up. Stop acting. You’ve been exposed. There’s no point in continuing this performance!” “Amber understands you lonely, bitter old women best!” Amber, feeling validated, cheers excitedly in her coquettish voice: “Of course I do! I’ve watched so many palace dramas, I know all about these troublemaking old women!” With the heavy trash can over my head, I can barely breathe. I bite my tongue to maintain my last shred of clarity: “Save me, I’m really dying. Call 911…” Amber lets out a shrill scream. “I know this one! The next act is ‘diagnosed with terminal illness’!” “Tsk tsk, sis, where did you take your acting classes? That tuition was well spent!” “But have you considered how much money Ryan could be losing? He makes millions in deals every minute. You’re being so inconsiderate!” The stench of the couple’s lovemaking from inside the trash can assaults my senses, jolting me awake. It’s better to rely on myself than others. Using my last ounce of strength, I shake off the trash can and crawl towards the door on trembling hands. The security guards patrol regularly. If I can just get outside, I have a chance of being rescued. Behind me, Amber’s mocking voice rings out loudly. “Ryan, your wife is really going all out. She’s really selling this ‘struggle for life’ act.” “It’s a shame about this fine hardwood floor though. She’s making such a mess, it’ll definitely leave marks.” My whole body is shaking, every cell trembling. Tears and sweat mingle, stinging my eyes fiercely. I ignore Amber’s sarcasm and finally reach the door. With great effort, I raise my hand to reach for the doorknob. Again and again I try, I don’t know how many times, until I finally grasp it. But the door doesn’t open. Ryan violently swats my hand away. “If your brain’s not working right, hurry up and go see a doctor. No one has time to watch you act out this sob story!” It feels like millions of insects are gnawing at my body. I clench my fists tightly, my palms bleeding. “I’m really sick, I feel terrible. Let me go to the hospital myself, I promise I won’t bother you!” The immense psychological trauma combined with extreme pain makes me feel like I’m seeing two figures, one black and one white. No, I can’t die now. I still have so many unfulfilled wishes. In this desperate situation, I can only play along, swallowing my pride and begging: “Please open the door. I’ll go to the hospital myself, I really won’t cause you any trouble…” Ryan looks at the blood smeared on his calf with disgust and kicks me hard. I’ve completely lost all my strength. I can only lie on the cold floor, feeling my heartbeat grow weaker and weaker. Ryan grabs my hair and drags me towards the door without a care.

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I attended a private auction with my Uncle Jack. Little did I know that the items up for bid were intimate photos of Bella, the girl everyone thought was the real heiress. Uncle Jack urged me to place a bid. But just then, I received a text message: “If you dare to bid, I’ll reveal your secret.” In that moment of hesitation, a man swooped in and won the bid for Bella’s private photos. I thought Uncle Jack would be angry with me, but to my surprise, he suddenly chartered a yacht, saying he wanted to celebrate my 20th birthday. He boasted that he’d give me an unforgettable surprise! But I never imagined that on the yacht, in front of everyone, he would display photos of me from when I was trafficked. Uncle Jack stood behind Bella, coldly addressing me, “You didn’t want to bid on others’ photos, so how about yours? Let’s see if you’ll bid on yourself.” I stumbled backward in disbelief. The screen displayed a series of degrading photos. In them, I was filthy, living in a pigsty, my eyes lifeless. Today’s attendees were all from high society – wealthy heirs and heiresses. They sneered at me, “We always knew this so-called ‘real heiress’ was trash, but we didn’t expect her to be this dirty, like a filthy pig.” “Holy shit, there are even photos of her in bed with old men!” I instantly recalled a terrifying scene from years ago, shuddering uncontrollably. Instinctively, I searched for Uncle Jack, but he was busy chatting with Bella, not sparing me a glance. Yet it was he who had once offered me a helping hand. Now, he was pushing me back into hell. Suddenly, Bella spoke up, “Everyone, please stop. My sister must be so upset.” She then playfully tugged on Uncle Jack’s ear, as if scolding him. Everyone watched this scene curiously. After all, Jack wasn’t just some rich kid, but a real business tycoon. Jack didn’t disappoint. He affectionately patted Bella’s head. The next moment, he slowly swept his cold gaze over me, landing on the large screen behind him. “Tonight, everyone enjoy yourselves. Consider this Bella’s 20th birthday celebration.” So that’s why Uncle Jack said he wanted to celebrate my birthday early. It was just a ruse; he only wanted to celebrate Bella’s birthday. After a pause, Jack glanced at me again, “Those photos were my first big gift to Bella. I’ve decided to auction these photos to all of you, and the proceeds will go to Bella to do as she pleases.” Bella tugged on Jack’s sleeve before continuing, “My sister was trafficked into the mountains before. I think the children there are so pitiful. I’ve decided to donate all the auction money to those children.” Jack smiled slightly and led the applause. The applause echoed throughout the room, each clap feeling like an invisible slap to my face. Everyone looked at me as if I were merchandise for sale. I excused myself to use the restroom, my body trembling as I entered. But when I came out, several people were already bidding on my photos. “This one’s not bad, she looks like a dog. Do you think if I gave her some food back then, Lily would have knelt like a bitch?” The man who said this made an obscene gesture. The men in the room burst into laughter. Jack frowned and immediately covered Bella’s eyes. “Bella, you’re still young. Don’t look, it might taint your eyes.” But had Jack forgotten that I was actually a year younger than Bella? It was just that when I first came back, Bella insisted on calling me sister, so the family defaulted to me being the older one.

Seeing me return, people mocked even louder. The next moment, a waiter looked at me disdainfully, “Miss Lily, while you were away, several gentlemen have already placed bids. The current highest bid is two million. Are you in or out?” I looked at the big screen. This photo was of me fighting with pigs for food. Because I refused to submit, that family starved me. After Uncle Jack brought me back, he once cried in front of me, vowing never to let me suffer again. I closed my eyes, swallowing the tears in my heart, and said hoarsely, “I’ll place a bid.” As soon as I finished speaking, Jack laughed coldly, “Lily, when it’s your turn, you’re not selfish anymore?” “Since you want to bid, let’s add a few videos to the mix.” Instantly, the big screen displayed a video. I watched in horror as the scene unfolded. It was a shadow I never wanted to touch in my life. In the video, I was pinned down by two men, with another man violating me. I was screaming in pain, like a lone beast fighting alone. I was so scared that I fell to my knees, hugging my head and shaking. Jack reflexively took a step towards me but was quickly pulled back by Bella. “Uncle, don’t provoke my sister anymore. She seems to be having an episode. Although my sister doesn’t like me, and even caused… that incident, I believe she didn’t mean to.” Jack immediately stopped in his tracks, as if awakening from a trance. “She deserves it.” I slowly raised my head and looked at Jack again. He clearly knew I had depression, yet he still chose to provoke me like this. The waiter ignored me and smiled at the crowd again, “Next is the second photo, a full-body nude. Starting bid is 5.2 million.” I looked at the image on the screen in horror. How did Jack have this photo? He had ordered these photos deleted when he rescued me. But Bella’s words instantly solved my confusion. “Uncle, I just wanted to see some photos of my sister in the mountains, and you actually spent a whole week recovering these high-resolution images. I don’t know what to say.” Jack still hugged Bella affectionately, “Bella, I’ll give you anything you want.” The young ladies present looked at this scene with envy or jealousy. “You had these photos recovered?” Jack just smirked, his eyes filled with amusement. “Just because I didn’t bid on Bella’s photo?” Jack only reacted when he heard this name. His sharp gaze cut into my heart like a knife. I watched bitterly as Jack turned to hold Bella’s hand tenderly. That big hand once firmly held mine as we crossed mountain after mountain. I always thought he was my real uncle. Until that night when I turned eighteen, he burst into my room. After that wild night, I realized he had no blood relation to me. But after that night, he never mentioned it again. He gradually became indifferent towards me.

I spoke up again, interrupting this seemingly warm but actually filthy and hypocritical scene. “I’ll place a bid.” But this time, these men shouted at me like crazy beasts, “Are you fucking kidding? We let you have the last one, but you can’t have this one. I want to take it back for some fun!” The men exchanged knowing glances, revealing creepy smiles. “Yeah, I gotta say, Lily’s got a nice body. You can really see it when she’s naked. I’m getting excited just looking at it.” These insulting jokes made me feel like I was back in those nightmarish years. But this time, Jack silently allowed it all to happen. “Come on, guys, bid higher. You’re adding pennies at a time. My Bella is getting anxious.” Jack held Bella’s waist, his eyes filled with enough affection to drown everyone present. Bella turned and buried herself in Jack’s arms, playfully patting his chest, “Uncle, you’re always teasing me. I just feel bad for my sister bidding. She doesn’t have money of her own, just the allowance the family gives her.” I suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Jack frowned and sneered, “I almost forgot. Lily, you just returned to the family, but everyone gave you a million dollars. No wonder you’re so reckless.” He then coldly froze all my bank cards in front of everyone. “Since you want to bid on yourself, use your own money.” Everyone knew I grew up in the countryside and was a useless bumpkin, even after returning to the family! “Looks like Mr. Cold is really angry. He used to protect Lily so much, spoiling her to the core.” “Who would have thought that after a few years, Bella would be the spoiled one.” “It’s all Lily’s fault. Even though Bella isn’t her real sister, she shouldn’t have let other men buy Bella’s private photos.” The woman who spoke was immediately glared at by those around her, reminding her that Jack was still on stage. “I’ll place a bid.” I said again in a hoarse voice. “This woman’s got guts. She doesn’t think Mr. Cold will still cover for her, does she?” “You never know, what if she has private assets?” Bella tugged on Jack’s sleeve, pretending to be innocent, “Uncle, didn’t you give my sister a lot of money before? Is she planning to use that money to bid? But that sounds a bit strange, doesn’t it?” I thought Jack would immediately demand that money back. But he just remained silent, lost in thought. I won this photo again. But the next set of photos terrified me even more. This photo showed me lying on a dirty little bed covered in blood, with a baby sleeping next to me. I immediately went crazy, rushing up to punch the big screen. This was an indelible pain in my heart. Those bastards ruined my life! “This photo is even more intense. Who knew Lily had a child out of wedlock?” “She actually had a bastard child with an old man in the mountains. Lily is such a slut. No wonder Mr. Cold ignores her. He probably thinks she’s too dirty.” I turned to look at Jack with trembling lips. Was he treating me like this because he thought I was dirty?

Jack looked at me without emotion and walked towards me, letting go of Bella’s hand. But he asked me to hand over the black card he had given me before. “I’ve decided to give that black card to Bella as a gift.” Before I could speak, he signaled with his eyes, and the next moment, a waiter searched me in front of everyone on the ship and handed the cards I was carrying to Jack. Jack held up two cards and looked at them, saying flatly, “They’re dirty. Destroy them.” He then walked back to Bella, taking out a brand new card from his pocket and handing it to her. “I wouldn’t let Bella use something dirty that someone else has used.” Instantly, my heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows. I could barely stand, swaying as I stood at the stern of the ship. The waiter’s voice rang out again, enjoying the show, “This photo’s bidding price is 3 million. Additionally, the winner can specify one thing for the person in the photo to do.” With these words, the whole place erupted. Those men with green eyes in their sockets looked like they wanted to strip me naked with their gazes! “So, can we make Lily perform a striptease right here?” Unexpectedly, Jack sneered, his words seeming to nail me to a pillar of shame, “It’s not like she hasn’t done it before.” “Damn, who knew Lily was such a wild one under that country bumpkin appearance. Did she learn all this while servicing people in the mountains?” I had indeed danced for Jack before. It was his birthday, and I didn’t know it was called a striptease. I only knew that if I danced, those people wouldn’t beat me and might even give me food. But after I danced for Jack that time, he was so heartbroken he almost punched himself. He solemnly told me, “You must never dance in front of anyone again.” I remembered, but he forgot! When I came back to my senses, the bidding price had already reached 5 million. “Uncle, look how upset my sister is. She’s about to cry but can’t. She probably has no money left. Why don’t we call it off? I really can’t bear to see this.” “Bella, I know you’re kind-hearted, but your kindness towards enemies is hurting yourself.” Jack brought his business tactics to educate Bella, as if I were some unforgivable villain. I could barely control my swaying body. So in Jack’s heart, I had already been classified as an enemy? “Alright, Mr. Huang’s highest bid is now 5 million. Is there anyone else? 5 million once, 5 million twice, then…” I directly interrupted, my heart as dead as ashes, uttering three words, “I’ll place a bid.” But now everyone knew I had no money left. They didn’t buy it, “Lily, you country bumpkin, do you know the rules? If you bid without money, you’re disrupting order. You’ll not only go bankrupt but also have to compensate everyone present.” Another sneer was heard, “Why are you explaining to her? This idiot wouldn’t understand. Besides, talking about bankruptcy, I think she’s already bankrupt now, isn’t she?” But I ignored their words and insisted on speaking again: “I’ll place a bid.” Seeing my stubborn appearance, Jack felt a surge of anger in his chest, “Don’t let her fool you. How about this, whoever wins the bid, I’ll throw in several sets of exclusive premium photoshoots.” The next moment, he snapped his fingers, and the screen displayed various nude photos of me, some in a dark basement, some in fields, and some even in pigsties. People got more excited with their bids, quickly reaching 10 million. But at this moment, Jack suddenly spoke up to bid, “13.14 million.”

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For ten years, I was Jack’s secret lover, and during that time, I secretly gave birth to a child. In those days when I sought neither fame nor fortune, Lucas was my only salvation. Later, Jack found out about Lucas’s existence and said he wanted to give the child a family. I was moved to tears. Until that day, I saw Olivia, his first love who had disappeared for ten years, getting out of his car with a child. “Jack, are you sure that child can save Lily?” “Of course! I made her have my child to save Lily!” “I’ve been secretly monitoring his health condition, and all the test results are good! The doctor said as long as the bone marrow matches, Lily can live!” What I thought was stolen happiness turned out to be an elaborately designed scam. That night, I dialed a number I had never called before: “Can Lucas and I become your legal family?” “I’ll take care of the legal documents,” Noah’s firm answer rekindled my hope. As long as the change of Lucas’s guardianship is completed, Jack won’t be able to sign the surgery consent form! After hanging up the phone, I immediately canceled Jack’s guardianship application. We had agreed that the date for the guardianship change would be Lucas’s birthday. I had promised to take him to meet his father. Now it seems I’ll have to break that promise. The next second, Jack’s call came in. “Emma, why did you cancel the guardianship application?” “You think I’m that free? To play family drama with you?” “If you don’t want the kid to recognize me, get lost! I won’t pay a penny in child support!” His barrage of accusations made my fingers go numb. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I was both anxious and excited. The relationship without status between Jack and me made me too eager to hold onto something. I thought Lucas was a gift from heaven, so I carefully cherished this stolen happiness. It turns out I was able to give birth to Lucas not because I was smart, but because of Jack’s careful arrangement. He wanted to use my child’s life to exchange for Olivia’s child’s life. The image of Lucas’s obedient face floated in my mind, and my heart felt like it was being sliced by countless blades. “Lucas has been sick these past few days, so the guardianship matter can only be delayed for a few days.” I answered with a straight face, but heard a woman’s voice from the other end of the phone: “Didn’t you say that child was very healthy? How could he be sick? She must be lying to you!” The voice was soft, but I guessed it was Olivia. “Jack, do you have a woman with you?” He obviously panicked and stammered: “I’m just worried that I’ll be on a business trip in a few days, and the timing won’t be good.” “Suit yourself.” Jack had always been hot and cold towards me, giving a slap followed by a piece of candy. For the past decade or so, I had been foolishly content with this treatment. I didn’t pursue the matter further and just calmly hung up the phone. Before Lucas was born, I had bought a two-bedroom apartment in the complex where Jack lived. My mom had always been helping to take care of Lucas. I sent a message to my mom, planning to pick up Lucas after school and go straight back to our hometown. But I didn’t receive a reply, and no one answered when I called. Just as I was thinking of going over to check, I bumped into Jack who had just returned as I opened the door. “A gift I bought for you on my business trip.” Jack threw a bag in front of me with an air of condescension. I looked at the bag in my arms and smiled bitterly. This was the third time he had given me this same bag, not even changing the size or color. In the past, I could still comfort myself that he was too busy, and it was already good that he remembered to buy a gift. But now, I couldn’t fool myself anymore. I coldly looked at Jack, his loose collar revealing several hickeys. There was a lipstick stain on the back of his shirt collar. Over the years, Jack would go on business trips every so often, lasting from three or four days to half a month. Now I knew that every so-called business trip was actually him accompanying Olivia and her child. “By the way, Olivia is back in the country.” His somber voice struck my heart. For the past decade, this was the first time I had heard Olivia’s name from his mouth.

Olivia was a year ahead of us in school, a campus beauty. She and Jack were the acknowledged golden couple of the school, everyone said they were meant to be together. Unfortunately, as soon as Olivia graduated, she dumped Jack and married a high-level executive at a foreign company. Jack hated her but couldn’t let her go. He drank excessively, got into fights, skipped classes, the works. It was I who quietly helped him organize his coursework, attended classes for him, wrote his papers, so he barely managed to get his diploma. At the graduation party, Jack and I had a drunken one-night stand. From then on, I became his hidden lover. I thought that someday Jack would see my goodness, but I never imagined he would only scheme to ruin me, and our child. Now that I’ve woken up from the dream, I should come to my senses too. “She’s here to treat her child’s illness, I heard it’s leukemia,” Jack continued, with a hint of regret in his voice, “She might need to stay at my place for a few days.” I nodded, “This is your home, you can let whoever you want stay.” Jack’s eyes flashed with surprise, just as he was about to ask further. At that moment, my phone rang, and I saw a message from my mom: [Lucas is in the hospital] A buzzing filled my head, and I didn’t care about anything else. I grabbed my coat and headed out: “I’m going out for a bit.” Jack blocked me, his eyes probing: “Where are you going so late?” I really didn’t have the energy to explain, so I pushed past him and rushed out the door. At the hospital, I saw my mom crying uncontrollably. “Emma, I don’t know what happened, he just ended up in the hospital…” “When I picked him up from school, the teacher said he had a stomachache. I went to the clinic to get some medicine, and he felt much better after taking it.” “In the evening, we were playing in the garden of the complex. I walked away for a moment, and he fainted…” Mom was both remorseful and frustrated, her tears unstoppable. I comforted Mom while looking at Lucas in the emergency room. His usually rosy little face was now completely pale. My heart clenched into a knot. Fortunately, the doctor said it was just mild food poisoning, and he would be fine after the IV drip. “Mom, when he’s done, go pack some things. I’m taking you and Lucas back to our hometown.” Mom looked at my grave expression and didn’t ask much, just nodded repeatedly. “Mommy…” Lucas lay on my shoulder and asked weakly, “Why are we going back to our hometown? Didn’t you say you’d take me to see Daddy on my birthday?” “Daddy, he…” “Emma!” Jack’s voice was like a summons from hell, sending a shiver through my body. “You’re delaying the guardianship because you want to take the child back to your hometown?!” “You dare lie to me?” Jack was furious, striding towards us. Lucas and Jack looked very much alike, the kind of resemblance where you could tell they were father and son at a glance. “Daddy…” Lucas cried out, wanting Jack to hold him, and refused to leave with me no matter what I said. My eyes grew hot, my nose stung, and tears fell. Lucas, meeting his father for the first time, made a fuss, insisting on going home with him: “Mommy, I want to see your home.” “Mommy, please?” Before I could answer, Jack was already coaxing Lucas to go home. No matter what I said, Lucas was determined to go with him.

What I didn’t expect was that Olivia and her daughter were waiting for us at home. “Jack, you’re finally back…” As soon as she saw Jack, Olivia clung to him like a bee to a flower: “Lily has a fever again… When can we schedule the surgery?” Her voice was soft, but I still heard it. I carried Lucas back to the room, and he kept asking when Daddy would come to tuck him in. But even late into the night, Jack didn’t appear. “Mommy, the day after tomorrow is my birthday,” Lucas said expectantly, “Is it true that Daddy will throw me a birthday party? I heard from my classmates that birthday parties are so much fun…” I couldn’t refuse a five-year-old child’s longing for fatherly love. Before this, Lucas had never asked about his father, but because of my promise last time, he now had expectations. I hugged Lucas tightly, my heart aching. “It’s true, Lucas’s birthday party will definitely be the best birthday party in the world.” I cried while comforting him to sleep. As soon as we get through the birthday, I’ll take Lucas away from here forever. I swore silently in my heart, not knowing that the next day I would experience an even bigger shock. “Horsie ride! Horsie ride!” I was woken up by a child’s laughter, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw Lily riding on Lucas’s back. She was waving a toy whip in her hand, urging Lucas to crawl faster. “Hurry up! If you don’t go faster, I’ll tell my daddy to beat you!” “That’s my daddy!” Lucas heard this and angrily straightened up to retort. “Jack is my daddy! Not your daddy! My mommy said you were born just to cure me!” “He’s not your daddy!” Lily cried as she swung the whip, leaving a bloody mark on Lucas’s face. “What are you doing!” I rushed forward and snatched the whip from her hand. Lily’s cries grew louder, and I heard a door opening behind me. Olivia saw the whip in my hand and immediately ran over to pick up her daughter. “Emma… how could you hit a child?” Jack followed closely behind, grabbing me and Lucas, his eyes bloodshot: “Emma, who told you to bully her?! Don’t you know this child is in poor health? If something happens to her, will you take responsibility?” “Apologize right now!” Jack forced me to apologize to Lily. “Mommy, if I apologize, will Daddy stop disliking me?” Lucas bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes, and quietly apologized. Lily looked smug, which broke my heart. “Daddy, will you still throw me a birthday party?” Lucas asked cautiously. Jack was still angry and had forgotten all about the promised birthday party. He shook off Lucas’s hand impatiently and said, “What birthday party for a little brat? You’re just as troublesome as your mother.” Lucas’s crying stopped abruptly, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared. That day, Lucas didn’t cling to Jack anymore. He just sat quietly beside me, watching Jack play with Olivia and her daughter. In the evening, Lucas hugged my neck and suddenly said, “Mommy, he’s not my daddy, is he?” “He’s different from the daddies of other kids in kindergarten. He never smiles at me or hugs me.” “Mommy, is my daddy in that hometown you talked about?” “Let’s go back to our hometown!” Lucas said all this without crying, but it made me burst into tears. I held him tightly, comforting and soothing him. It was I who gave him hope, and then made him face the cruel reality. In the darkness, my phone lit up. [Legal documents are done. Meet at the airport tomorrow at 2 PM.] My anxious heart finally settled. I could finally take the child away without any worries. At this moment, I heard the sound of keys outside the door. I alertly got up and met Jack’s eyes. He made a gesture to keep quiet: “Emma, I was wrong about today. How about this, I’ll throw Lucas a birthday party tomorrow, okay?” “Don’t be angry anymore.” This was the first time Jack had been so patient in coaxing me. I knew he was just trying to keep us here. To avoid raising his suspicions, I nodded in agreement.

Early the next morning, the apartment was decorated for a birthday party. But the style was all girly, with a Frozen princess theme. The blue and white decorations were full of Jack’s love for Olivia and her daughter. The name on the backdrop wall was Lucas’s, but I could see at a glance that it was wrong – “Gu Yangyang” instead of “Gu Yanyang”. “Do you like it? Lucas, this is what Daddy specially arranged for you. There will be many little friends coming to celebrate your birthday later!” Jack smiled and pinched Lucas’s cheek. Lucas said he liked it, but secretly grabbed my hand and whispered, “Mommy, when are we leaving?” Seeing the disappointment on the child’s face, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. This was even more painful than when I discovered Jack’s betrayal. Just as I was about to answer, the door suddenly opened. Olivia and Lily came in with a group of children and parents, obviously Lily’s classmates. They greeted each other warmly, and Jack politely responded. He and Olivia looked every bit like a married couple, and the whole birthday party turned into Lily’s show. I sat with Lucas in the corner, texting my mom to wait for us directly at the airport. “Wait a bit, we’ll leave after Lucas blows out the candles, okay?” Today is Lucas’s birthday, and I don’t want to deny him even the chance to make a wish. But as Lucas stood in front of the cake, he was forcefully pushed away by Lily: “Who told you to stand here and blow out the candles!” “Get away from here!” Lily pushed hard, and I pulled Lucas away to dodge. She missed and fell to the ground, her foot catching on the table corner, overturning the entire dessert table. Lily, covered in cake, cried and screamed. Olivia shrieked for Jack: “Jack, Lily… she fainted!” Hearing this, I immediately pulled Lucas towards the door. But Jack grabbed us: “You can’t leave!” “Only he can cure Lily’s illness!” Jack picked up Lucas and rushed to the hospital with Olivia and Lily. “Mommy! Mommy! I want Mommy!” I chased after them closely, my heart shattering with Lucas’s cries. “Dr. Zhang! Arrange the bone marrow transplant immediately! My daughter is dying!” The hospital seemed to be prepared. As soon as Jack appeared, everything was arranged. I finally understood that the originally scheduled date for the guardianship change was the surgery date. Lucas had been given a sedative and was already asleep. “Jack, I beg you, don’t hurt Lucas!” I knelt in front of Jack, grabbing his pants leg and pleading: “I know you want to use Lucas to save her, but Lucas is a life too! He’s our child!” “Let’s find another way, please?” The immense fear made me incoherent. Jack looked down at me coldly: “Emma, I have no other way!” Jack’s outright refusal left me completely desperate. I rushed to the operating room door trying to stop the doctor. But Jack held me back, kicking me in the stomach several times. As the operating room door closed, my breathing stopped. “This surgery can’t be done!” Hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a doctor wiping sweat opened the operating room door. Jack looked bewildered and stepped forward to question: “I’ve paid all the money, why can’t it be done?” The doctor looked Jack up and down angrily and said, “Mr. Gu, is this your child? Non-guardians have no right to sign for surgery! Do you know this is illegal?”

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I woke up after being in a coma for three years. Upon awakening, I discovered that my boyfriend had a new fiancée, and my parents had a new daughter. “Aria, let’s not bring up our past relationship anymore. It’s embarrassing. We were young and foolish back then,” Jake said dismissively. “Sweetie, during these years when you were gone, Chloe has been the one supporting us through everything,” my parents cooed. Seeing the smug smile on Chloe’s face, I inwardly sneered. In my previous life, after learning everything, I couldn’t accept it and went mad. I crashed Chloe and Jake’s engagement party and was thrown out. As soon as I left the ceremony venue, I was hit by a car and died. After my death, my parents and Jake only briefly mourned for me before focusing all their attention on Chloe. This time, looking at Jake, who seemed a bit at a loss by my hospital bed, I nodded. “We can break up, but I want compensation!” “What?” Jake seemed not to understand and asked me again. I smiled slightly, “Three years ago, I saved your life. Otherwise, you’d be the one lying here.” “Three years of time, plus your life – name a price and pay me back!” Jake was stunned for a while, then said coldly, “I know you resent me, but why degrade yourself like this?” I laughed coldly, “What do you mean by degrading myself?” “I saved your life back then. Are you trying to brush off these three years so lightly?” Jake pursed his lips and shamelessly said, “We were in love at that time. I remember all the good things you did for me.” Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but laugh. What a dog! He’s trying to avoid paying. No matter how many times I relive this, he’s always so infuriating. In my previous life, I had just woken up when I heard from Jake about how he and Chloe fell in love at first sight. At that time, my memories were still stuck three years ago, when our love was at its peak. We were traveling together, and Jake carelessly didn’t watch where he was going and was about to be hit by a car. I was blinded by love and pushed him away, ending up in a coma myself. Three years had passed, and everything had changed. I couldn’t accept that I had risked my life for Jake, only for him to find a new love during these three years. I cried and made a scene, acting hysterically like a madwoman. As a result, they became increasingly impatient with me. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be Jake’s engagement day. I rushed to their engagement ceremony and caused a huge scene. Everyone thought I had gone mad, including my parents. They had security throw me out. Ironically, as soon as I left the ceremony venue, I was hit by a car and died. Laughably, the car was carrying the 999 roses Jake had ordered for Chloe. After my death, Jake and Chloe had no more obstacles and lived happily together. My parents acted as if they never had a daughter like me, doting on Chloe as if she were their own. This time, I no longer yearn for their attention. I want to live well for myself. Of course, before that, I need to take back what belongs to me. “Jake, spare me your bullshit about feelings. If you really had feelings for me, you wouldn’t have a new love.” “Three million dollars to buy your life – that’s not too much, is it?” “Or I could post this story online and let everyone judge for themselves whether I’m being unreasonable or if you, Mr. Jake, are being heartless and ungrateful!” I said the last four words slowly, successfully making Jake’s face turn blue with anger. Three years ago, I was a genius girl, admitted to a top university without exams. Jake could never compensate for my three years. Jake thought he had me under his thumb, that I wouldn’t dare to disobey him. Even if I was cheated on, I would have to swallow my pride. But I’m determined to shame him. “Aria, I know you can’t accept this for now, but don’t worry, we’ll still be the best of friends in the future, just with one more person to care for you.” “Chloe is a great person. She and I will take good care of you from now on.” Jake’s shamelessness left me speechless. Before I could speak, the hospital room door was pushed open. “Aria, you’re finally awake!” Chloe exclaimed, her eyes red with apparent emotion as our gazes met. I have to admit, she’s really good at acting. “Yes, if I hadn’t woken up, my home would have been stolen completely,” I replied. Hearing this, Chloe immediately explained, “That’s not true. I never intended to compete with you for anything.” Still putting on airs like a cheap actress. So low-class. I smiled slightly and said coldly, “It’s fine. If you’ve taken it, you’ve taken it. I don’t care anyway.” “As long as Jake gives me what I deserve, I wish you both happiness.” After I spoke, Chloe looked at me in disbelief. “You… you’re… not making a fuss anymore?” The last part she said very quietly. But because all my attention was on her, I still heard it. Thinking of a possibility, I couldn’t help but smile. It seems she has also relived this once. I pretended not to understand and asked, “Jake said you’re about to get engaged. What’s the use of me making a fuss?” I stared at Chloe without blinking, and a flash of smugness crossed her face. Indeed, things are different from my previous life.

In my previous life, at this time, Chloe was still a pitiful little white flower. She would never have shown such an expression. It seems things have become interesting. “Aria, you just woke up, don’t think too much. Even if you’re angry with me, you need to take care of your health first.” Jake was still the same, full of verbal concern but unwilling to actually bleed when it came to money. However, this time he doesn’t get to decide. Unlike my previous life, I’ve learned my lesson this time. No crying or making a scene, only well-wishes. So after staying in the hospital for three days, I was taken back to the family house to recuperate. My parents only showed their faces at the beginning to express their concern, then went off to do their own things. These past few days, I’ve become fully convinced that Chloe has also been reborn. Only this time, she’s too eager. As soon as my parents left, she invited Jake and some friends over for a gathering at the house. The pretext was to celebrate my awakening. Everyone was standing, while I sat in a wheelchair. “Aria hasn’t fully recovered yet, so everyone please take extra care of her today,” Chloe requested, acting like a caring big sister. Seeing this, the others’ eyes darted between Jake, Chloe, and me, all with a look of anticipation for drama. And I had no intention of disappointing them. “Jake, have you thought about what I said to you the other day?” I asked. Hearing this, the gossip in everyone’s eyes burned even more fiercely. A flash of impatience crossed Jake’s face. “Aria, there’s a limit to being willful. There are so many people here today, do you really want to make a fool of yourself?” I sneered, “If anyone’s going to look foolish, it’s you.” “Three years ago, I saved your life. Otherwise, you’d be the one in a coma.” “Now you have a new love by your side, and I’m not pestering you further. I’m just asking you to pay for this life. Is that too much?” “Three million dollars to buy three years of Mr. Jake’s life – that’s not too much, is it?” The information was a bit overwhelming, and everyone couldn’t help but gasp. “Aria, how can you be so greedy? Your behavior is really unsightly,” Chloe looked at me with apparent heartache. “If it were me, even if I lost my life for Jake, I would do so willingly.” Seeing her act like a holy white lotus, I felt my eyes hurt. “Then why don’t you pay the three million for him? You’re willing to give up your life, so this bit of money should be nothing, right?” Chloe was choked by my words and glared at me fiercely before quickly putting on a tearful expression again. “Aria, I know you’re doing this to embarrass me. It’s my fault for not controlling my heart and falling in love with Jake. You can do whatever you want to me, but please don’t hurt Jake, okay?” As she finished speaking, Chloe’s face was already covered in tears. Anyone who didn’t know better might think I was bullying her. In fact, that’s exactly what Jake thought. He pulled Chloe behind him and looked at me with disgust, saying bluntly, “Aria, I’ve already made it very clear to you. I don’t love you anymore, and no matter what you do, you won’t attract my attention.” I sneered. I don’t understand who gave him such a big face. “Jake, don’t flatter yourself. I just want what I deserve. Or are you saying that the life of the great Mr. Jake is worthless?” “Even ordinary families know to repay kindness. Don’t tell me Mr. Jake wants to be ungrateful, forgetting the lifesaving favor of an old flame just because you have someone new?” My voice was full of sarcasm. The others couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. “It seems Aria is quite pitiful, saving Jake’s life only to be dumped.” “Three million really isn’t much. Aria is being quite civil about it. If it were me, I’d probably have torn this scumbag and his mistress apart by now.” “Chloe doesn’t seem like a good person either. Look at her low-class behavior.” … Hearing this, Jake’s face turned ashen. “Aria, that’s enough!”

“If it’s just about money, I’ll give it to you. After this, there will be no relationship between us. Don’t regret it.” I clicked my tongue twice and directly sent him my account number. “Then let everyone here be a witness. Transfer the money to me now!” I pressed him step by step, angering Jake greatly. He immediately called his assistant to transfer money to me. Unfortunately, he hadn’t inherited the family business yet and couldn’t come up with that much money. Looking at the one million dollars in my bank account, I clicked my tongue twice and couldn’t help but mock him, “You can’t even come up with three million, yet you have the nerve to two-time. I really look down on you.” “Stop talking nonsense.” Chloe couldn’t hold back anymore and pointed at me, cursing furiously, “At that time, the doctors had determined you wouldn’t wake up. Did you expect Jake to remain celibate for you?” I clicked my tongue twice and looked at Chloe with disdain, “Put away that hideous expression of yours. It’s too ugly to look at.” Chloe’s face froze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. That look was so ugly it hurt my eyes. Jake hugged her lovingly and looked at me angrily, “I’ll transfer the rest of the money to you tomorrow. From now on, we have no relationship whatsoever. Don’t regret it.” I sneered and said without hesitation, “Whoever regrets it is a bastard.” A round of applause sounded from the crowd. Our eyes met, and Alex was clapping while looking at me with a half-smile. Seeing this, I pursed my lips and started to maneuver my wheelchair to leave. But before I got far, Alex caught up with me. “Three years in a coma and you’ve grown a brain?” he asked teasingly. Hearing his mocking voice, I felt my eyes sting. Alex, the eldest son of the Jiang family, had always been sharp-tongued and relentless since childhood. I thought he disliked me, but it wasn’t until my previous life, when I died, that I realized the truth was quite different. After my death, I discovered that Alex was actually a softie with a hard exterior. He ruthlessly sought revenge against my parents and Jake for my sake. Not only did he drive them to desperation, but on my death anniversary, he went mad and crashed into them, killing them all… Thinking of his final painful appearance, my heart ached. “Yeah, after sleeping for three years, my brain should be fully developed,” I tried to respond lightly, but by the end, I couldn’t help but choke up a bit. For all the time we had lost. Alex pursed his lips and continued pushing me forward. “Alex, do you need a wife?” Looking at the moonlight tonight, I asked casually, “How do you think I measure up?” Alex looked at me seriously, “Are you serious?” “Don’t go chasing after Jake in a few days, wanting to live or die for him.” His tone carried not only arrogance but also a hint of grievance. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” The next morning, looking at the marriage certificate in my hand, I was completely dazed. I didn’t expect Alex to be so eager. Last night after our conversation, he took me back to his place, and early this morning, he took me to the registry office. “We’ve already got the marriage certificate. It’s too late for regrets now.” Seeing me in a daze, Alex directly snatched the marriage certificate from my hand. I smiled slightly and grinned at him, “I won’t regret it!” Before I could continue speaking, my phone suddenly rang. “Aria, wherever you are, come back immediately!” It was my father’s call. Judging by his tone, he didn’t seem to have good intentions. “What’s wrong?” “I extorted money from Jake yesterday. My dad probably wants me to go back to face the music.” “Then let’s go back. I want to see who dares to give Mrs. Jiang a hard time.” Just as we reached the living room door, I sensed an unusual atmosphere inside. As soon as we entered, a cup shattered at my feet.

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My mom has severe OCD. Because I weighed three ounces more than my twin sister at birth, she disliked me from the start. I would cry from hunger, but my mom would store my sister’s leftover milk in the fridge. She’d feed her eight times a day. Eventually, both my sister and I ended up in the hospital – me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food. But that wasn’t enough. She kept feeding my sister until she became chubby, while forcing me to eat fatty meat that I was allergic to because she couldn’t stand how thin I was. It led to my death by suffocation. After death, I found myself back in my mother’s womb… 0 I died. Forced by my mom to eat fatty meat I was allergic to, my throat swelled up, and I suffocated when I couldn’t breathe. But after death, I suddenly felt the warmth of being surrounded by amniotic fluid again. It was the only maternal love I had ever experienced in my life. The next moment, I heard, “Doctor, is there any way for both my children to be born at the same time?” “Mrs. Song, that’s impossible. The cervix can only dilate so much. How could two babies come out simultaneously?” When this familiar conversation started, it was like lightning struck in my mind, igniting a spark. Sure enough, the next line I remembered came: “I don’t care, you must make my children come out at the same time.” “Otherwise, I’ll report you for sexually harassing a patient.” … It was my mom’s voice. As her words matched my memories one by one, I finally confirmed – I had been reborn. Reborn back into my mom’s womb, while she was on the operating table giving birth. In my previous life, she had specifically chosen what she believed to be an auspicious time for childbirth, wanting to have a lucky baby. But fate had other plans. She was carrying twins – me and my sister – so it was impossible for us to be born at the exact same time. And I, as my mom would say, always had to be first at everything. So the moment I appeared, I was labeled as the unlucky one. My sister was fortunate. She was born right at the time my mom had calculated. So when the doctor told my mom that I was three ounces heavier than my sister, she didn’t even look at me. Frowning, she immediately put me on a “diet order.” I didn’t even get to have a single sip of breast milk before being forced to wean. This led to malnutrition from an early age. Later, no matter what I ate, I couldn’t absorb nutrients properly, always remaining weak and frail. My mom, having given birth to twins, had an abundance of milk. She would store my sister’s leftover milk in bowls in the refrigerator. She’d feed her eight times a day. In the end, she successfully sent both of us to the hospital – me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food over a long period. 0

At this moment, threatened by my mom, the delivering doctor was furious. But seeing that she was determined, he had no choice but to continue working while suppressing his anger. This time, however, I resisted with all my might, absolutely refusing to be born first. “It’s a difficult delivery!” “It’s a difficult delivery!” “Patient’s family, we recommend switching to a C-section. Please sign the consent form immediately.” “No way! Babies born by C-section are stupid. We can’t do that. It must be a natural birth.” This shrill voice was my grandmother. If my mom was the executioner, she was the one handing her the knife. The two of them often worked in tandem, making my dad too afraid to speak up. So my mom endured the pain, risking severe bleeding to deliver me and my sister naturally. Of course, she no longer had the energy to falsely accuse the doctor of harassment. This time, neither of us was the “lucky baby.” We started on equal footing from birth. But I still weighed three ounces more than my sister. “Mom, go buy ten more scales. I don’t believe this. They’re twins, how can they have different weights?” My mom frowned, her voice agitated after weighing me and my sister eight times. Grandma, who was domineering outside but a docile old baby in front of my mom, immediately went to do as she was told. Unfortunately, my sister’s and my weights were different on every single scale. My mom broke down, pointing at me impatiently. “Take her away. She must have been greedy and strong-willed, stealing nutrition from her sister in my womb.” “Starve her for a few meals. That’ll teach her.” In my previous life, this was where the hidden danger of my stomach problems began. Living again, I was determined not to let the tragedy repeat itself. But crying in front of my mom had no effect; it only made her more annoyed. So I deliberately waited until four in the afternoon, when my dad came home, and started wailing at the top of my lungs. The sound was as heart-wrenching as possible, scaring my dad so much that he ran in without even changing his shoes. Just as my throat was about to break from screaming, my dad finally found me in the washing machine drum. 0

Yes, I had been put in the washing machine drum. Because my mom told Grandma to starve me, but I would crawl away looking for food whenever she wasn’t paying attention. Grandma got fed up with me and simply threw me into the washing machine drum. Out of sight, out of mind. “Karen, how could you put the child in there?” My mom was shocked when she saw me. She was so stunned that she didn’t immediately start scolding my dad, but turned to Grandma instead. “Mom, why did you put her in there?” “Didn’t you say to make her lose weight? Shaking around in the washing machine, isn’t that weight loss?” Grandma justified her actions matter-of-factly. My usually quiet and reserved dad couldn’t take it anymore and contradicted her for the first time. “Mom, the washing machine is for tumbling clothes. What if something had happened to the child?” “What could happen? I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. Don’t you think I know whether something would happen or not?” “How dare you talk back!” Seeing that my dad dared to contradict her, Grandma’s face turned red and blue. She exploded, yelling at him. But this time, my dad was truly angry too. He didn’t back down no matter how much she scolded him. In the end, my mom couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped in to stop them. “Jack, my mom is your elder. Why are you arguing with her?” “The child is fine, isn’t she? What’s there to make such a fuss about?” My dad had been poor when he was young. It was my mom who didn’t look down on him and stayed with him while he built his business to where they were today. So my dad was always very accommodating towards my mom. Now, as soon as my mom spoke, my dad’s anger, no matter how great, subsided. He only muttered resentfully, “It would be too late if something had happened,” before carrying me to his study. I tried to make him understand I was hungry, so I gnawed on his hand for a while. He finally understood what I meant and carried me to find my mom to breastfeed me. But my mom coldly chased my dad out. “She’s already three ounces heavier than her sister. What more does she need to eat?”

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Eight months pregnant, I was forced to kneel on the cold marble floor in the snowy night, all because my husband’s childhood sweetheart falsely accused me of killing his mother. Alexander Foster, my husband, was in the glass greenhouse warming the frozen feet of his sweetheart, his expression full of doting affection. I caught a chill and my water broke. I was rushed to the emergency room, but Alexander accused me of acting weak. I suffered severe bleeding and faced a life-threatening situation, yet Alexander callously signed a life-or-death agreement: “As long as the child can be saved, there’s no need to rescue Olivia if she dies.” However, I gave birth to a stillborn child and fell into postpartum depression, while my husband was accompanying his sweetheart for prenatal checkups. To please his sweetheart, on my birthday, Alexander even forced me to eat the placenta raw. “You killed my mother. This is the retribution you deserve.” It turned out that the love and marriage I had been guarding was nothing but my own wishful thinking. Filled with endless anger and humiliation, I decided to seek revenge.

After the delivery, I was extremely weak due to severe blood loss. Lying on the hospital bed, I took the medical notification handed to me by the doctor. The words “No signs of life after the fetus was delivered” jumped out at me, and I was struck as if by lightning: After severe hemorrhaging, I had given birth to a stillborn child?! Struggling to sit up despite the tearing pain in my body, I asked the doctor in a hoarse voice: “Doctor, is my child really dead? Please, let me see the baby one last time…” The doctor, wearing a mask, looked at me coldly and said, “The child is already dead. There’s no need to see it.” Dark red placental tissue was scattered in the cracks of the floor tiles, making me feel nauseous. I held the life-or-death agreement Alexander had signed, and anger gradually filled my heart. During the surgery, when I was barely conscious, Alexander pressed my hand to sign the “prioritize saving the baby’s life” clause. The expression he gave me was unprecedentedly cold, with a hint of mockery in his tone: “Olivia Reed, someone like you isn’t worth saving. The child in your womb is far more important than you.” I left the delivery room alone, only to see my husband Alexander Foster in the hospital’s prenatal clinic. It turned out Alexander hadn’t left the hospital early, but was accompanying his beloved sweetheart, Zoe Summers. He intimately embraced the equally pregnant Zoe, his face full of doting smiles. I had been pregnant for eight months, and Alexander had never shown me any care, but now he was attentive to every need of his sweetheart Zoe. I had been rushed to the emergency room for premature delivery due to severe bleeding. Alexander disregarded my life, signed the life-or-death agreement, and abandoned me to accompany Zoe for her checkup. I tightly gripped the life-or-death agreement in my hand, pushed open the door to the prenatal clinic, and confronted Alexander: “Alexander Foster, you are my husband. What right do you have to be here accompanying Zoe for her checkup?” Seeing me, Alexander looked as if he had seen something dirty, and a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face. Before he could speak, Zoe mockingly taunted me: “Olivia Reed, you vile woman who killed Alexander’s mother, what right do you have to come here and question us?” Again, this baseless accusation. Ever since Alexander’s mother died in an accident, Zoe had used every trick to paint me as a “murderer.” Under Zoe’s instigation, Alexander’s attitude towards me grew increasingly cold, gradually developing into disgust. And at eight months pregnant, it was because Alexander punished me by making me kneel on the cold marble floor in the snowy night that I went into premature labor with severe bleeding. Endless anger and grievance welled up, and tears burst from my eyes: “Zoe, why are you slandering me? Alexander, I really didn’t kill your mother…” But Alexander stepped forward and berated me harshly: “Olivia Reed, you vicious woman, you’re not worthy of being my wife, and you have no right to call my mother ‘Mom’!” With a loud slap, he struck me hard across the face. I looked at Alexander in shock, the slapped side of my face stinging fiercely. “Alexander, you actually hit me…” Zoe’s face bore a smug smile: “Haha, Olivia Reed, you look like a filthy beggar with your disheveled appearance!” Then she looked at my lower body with contemptuous eyes and screamed in fright: “How disgusting, get out of here!” Zoe grabbed a disposable cup from the table and threw it at me, splashing hot water on my face. Her smile grew wider and deeper: “Olivia Reed, look at yourself in the mirror now. You’re like a drowned rat!” Through the mirror in the clinic, I saw my miserable state: My hair was disheveled and soaked with scalding water, and my hospital gown was stained with dark red blood. After the severe bleeding from pregnancy, my body had suffered serious damage, and the postpartum bleeding had soiled my gown. At that moment, grievance and embarrassment welled up, and I ran out of the room in tears. In the hospital bathroom, I was shaking all over in pain. Lochia flowed from my body, dripping onto the floor to form a pool of blood. However, the real pain came from within. Alexander’s cold attitude was like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart. My true love had also been thrown into this pool of blood. Alexander, you promised to love me for a lifetime. Why did you lie to me? I could only cry out loud in the empty bathroom, letting despair occupy my heart.

After giving birth to a stillborn child, I suffered from postpartum depression, feeling gloomy all day, but Alexander was completely unaware. Because he was in the warm greenhouse taking care of the heavily pregnant Zoe. Through the translucent glass, I saw Alexander kneeling on the ground, gently massaging Zoe’s feet. I was supposed to be Alexander’s wife, yet he brazenly brought his mistress home to care for her. The glass greenhouse was Alexander’s wedding gift to me, but now I was shut out. After seeing the death certificate of the child, Alexander not only didn’t comfort me but cursed at me: “Olivia Reed, you’re a jinx. Not only did you kill my mother, but you also caused the death of your own child!” “Evil people get evil rewards. This is the retribution for all your wrongdoings!” Zoe then moved into the Foster home with the air of the true mistress. “Mrs. Foster’s last wish before she died was for Alexander to bring me into the Foster home to take care of.” “I’m the daughter-in-law truly accepted by the Foster family, while you’re just a gold digger who schemed her way into a wealthy family.” In the warm greenhouse, Alexander embraced Zoe and kissed her, both looking intoxicated. And I, because of unfounded accusations, had lost my dignity and love, becoming a “Mrs. Foster” in name only. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I fell into memories. That day, I accompanied Alexander to a family dinner, only to be met with cold stares from countless people. I had always been low-key, dressed simply. But Mrs. Foster looked me up and down coldly, her words full of sarcasm: “Olivia Reed, coming to a family dinner dressed so shabbily, aren’t you embarrassing our Foster family?” In stark contrast to me was Zoe. She walked gracefully behind Mrs. Foster in a pink dress, thoughtfully giving her a massage. “Mom, I brought you some homemade pastries. Please try them.” Mrs. Foster beamed with joy, accepting the homemade pastries from Zoe’s hand, praising Zoe incessantly for her thoughtfulness. Seeing how close they were, I could only smile awkwardly: “Mom, I also brought you some pastries. They’re imported from abroad.” Before coming, I had inquired about Mrs. Foster’s favorite pastry flavors and specially flew abroad to buy imported pastries for her. But Mrs. Foster didn’t even look at me, as if I were invisible beside her. It was the same flavor, yet I unexpectedly lost to Zoe’s homemade pastries… If I had made the pastries myself, Mrs. Foster would probably have accused me of being “stingy” and “unwilling to spend money.” I understood that gifts weren’t about their value, but about the person giving them. The Summers and Foster families were old friends, and Zoe had grown up with Alexander. Naturally, Mrs. Foster would favor her. But such differential treatment still made me extremely uncomfortable. I left the gifts and pastries and departed in distress. Zoe, however, pretended to be understanding behind my back and said: “Mom, after all, this is Olivia’s gesture of goodwill. Why don’t you try a piece…” But halfway through the family dinner, Mrs. Foster suddenly collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Alexander turned pale with fright, kneeling beside his mother to check her breathing: “Call an ambulance quickly!” When Mrs. Foster was sent to the emergency room, it was already too late, and the hospital doctors could do nothing to save her. With her dying breath, Mrs. Foster called Alexander in and, with her last words, instructed him to take good care of Zoe. The hospital’s test results came out – she had eaten pastries containing severe allergens, leading to shock and death. Alexander returned to the family dinner, slamming his fist on the table, his voice full of anger. He pointed at the opened pastries on the table and shouted, “Who brought these pastries?” Everyone present didn’t know what had happened and was too scared to make a sound. I stepped forward and, seeing the opened pastries, turned deathly pale – The opened pastries on the table were actually the imported ones I had brought for Mrs. Foster! “Alexander, these are the pastries I specially bought from abroad for your mother…” Before I could finish speaking, the cold gazes of everyone present fell upon me. Zoe furrowed her brow, walked in front of me, her voice full of disbelief: “Olivia Reed, you’re Alexander’s wife. How could you be so vicious as to want to kill his mother?” “These pastries contain concentrated peanut butter. Mrs. Foster was severely allergic to peanuts. Didn’t you know that?”

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On our way home for New Year’s, my husband Felix Shaw and I were involved in an accident. When I opened my eyes again, we had gone back in time to before we started dating. In our previous life, we had been married for 7 years, living together respectfully, but he never gave me a child. Later I found out that my husband could never let go of his first love. After being reborn, I decided to let him go. We silently deleted each other’s contact information, kept our distance, and chose different paths in life. Seven years later, he had become a top stock trader on Wall Street. At a class reunion, he officially announced his relationship with his first love, Yvonne Zhang. Seeing that I was still single, he couldn’t help but tease me. “Sophia, I know I’m the best man you’ve ever had in both lifetimes, but you don’t have to wait for me forever.” I ignored him and took my son’s hand. Felix’s face suddenly turned pale, and he asked with bloodshot eyes. “Didn’t you say you’d love me for a lifetime and only have children with me?”

Felix and I met again at a class reunion seven years later. I had just finished several surgeries and was too tired to dress up, so I went straight into the banquet hall. Felix stood in the center of the crowd, his arm around Yvonne’s waist, enjoying everyone’s compliments. “Felix, you’re amazing! You’ve only been on Wall Street for a few years, and you’ve already become the most promising trader! You’re the pride of our high school!” “That’s right, I heard that those Wall Street bigwigs are paying to have dinner with Felix. They say his consulting fee alone is nearly six figures, which is a whole year’s salary for us ordinary folks!” “Felix, I’ve been dabbling in stocks recently. I hope you can give me some insider tips, for old times’ sake!” Someone in the crowd curiously asked, “Felix, are you and Yvonne engaged?” Felix looked at Yvonne in his arms tenderly. “Yes, we’re getting engaged on December 20th.” The surrounding crowd erupted in congratulations. An old classmate asked, “Felix, are you still in touch with Sophia? You two were so in love back then. I heard your first song was written for her!” When my name was mentioned, I noticed Felix’s smile freeze, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yvonne, standing beside him, smiled gracefully and replied. “Oh, come on, Felix and I are about to get married. Teenage crushes don’t last, and neither does young love. He’s long over Sophia!” Everyone laughed and continued to compliment how well-matched they were. But I knew that song was written by Felix when he confessed his love to me. In our previous life, we were high school sweethearts. It was love at first sight. He once looked at me sincerely and said, “Sophia, look into my eyes. I like you, and eyes don’t lie.” I believed him. Unfortunately, in our previous life, he still lied. I entered the banquet hall with a calm expression. Some sharp-eyed classmates spotted me. “Sophia! Why are you so late?” “Why did you come in casual clothes? Couldn’t you have worn something more formal?” “Did you just get off work? Where are you slaving away? We have successful people here among our classmates, let them help you find an easier job!” Many people around me started mocking my appearance. I didn’t care and just smiled, maintaining basic decency. Felix hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I entered the hall. I politely said, “Long time no see.” Felix was slightly stunned, his expression unreadable. Then he sneered, “Sophia Carter, after all these years, you haven’t changed a bit. Still not striving for success.” Yvonne looked at me with venom in her eyes. She deliberately tightened her grip on Felix’s arm and pouted, as if claiming ownership. She spoke in a coquettish tone right in front of me. “Felix, how can you talk about an old classmate like that! She might be having a tough time, but we shouldn’t rub salt in her wounds. Sophia’s life is hard enough as it is.” She looked me up and down, her face full of contempt. “But Sophia, what kind of outfit is this? It’s neither here nor there… You’re not getting any younger. Women should take care of their appearance. Otherwise, you’ll end up not being able to get married. What man would like a slovenly woman?” “Do you want to borrow some of my makeup?” As soon as she finished speaking, the classmates couldn’t help but laugh. After all, Yvonne was dressed head to toe in luxury brands, with perfect makeup and not a hair out of place. Every gesture exuded the natural grace of a rich girl. I, on the other hand, had just come from the operating room and hadn’t slept for nearly 24 hours. I looked completely exhausted, as if I had lost my soul. I was wearing the most comfortable casual sportswear, nothing branded, just bought from a small shop on the street. I couldn’t compare to her at all. “No need to be polite, I don’t need it for now,” I answered simply, sitting down to eat. After all, I hadn’t eaten for a day after the intense surgery. As I sat there, savoring the food, Felix suddenly walked over to me and placed a check for $100,000 in front of me. “This money is out of consideration for our past relationship. I’m helping you. From now on, take better care of yourself, find a more decent job, buy some new clothes, learn to love yourself.” “Sophia, what’s in the past is in the past. Don’t dwell on it.” “If it wasn’t for you… never mind, it doesn’t matter.” “What matters is that you shouldn’t completely lose your zest for life and give up on yourself because I left, okay?” I looked up at Felix, puzzled. His unfinished sentence made me curious. What on earth did I do in my previous life to make him abandon me without hesitation after being reborn? In our previous life, we went from school uniforms to wedding dresses. He had his own musical dreams, while I wanted to study medicine. Both were careers that consumed money and energy. Naturally, one of us had to sacrifice. Because I loved him, I gave up the opportunity to pursue a master’s and doctorate in medical school without hesitation. I started working early to support both of our dreams on a single income. He failed again and again, got discouraged again and again, became depressed again and again. And I was like his never-dying power bank. Every time I came home exhausted, I had to patiently comfort his emotions. I thought he would understand my love. Unexpectedly, when he wanted to buy a new guitar again and I refused due to lack of funds, he angrily smashed the guitar. “You know what! If I had listened to Yvonne back then and gone to study in America with her, I wouldn’t have to live this miserable life!” “I really regret being with you.” Later, he stopped playing the guitar and lost his dream. And I, because of that sentence “I really regret being with you,” often cried in the middle of the night. But I made one last struggle, hugging him and saying softly. “Felix, I want to have a child for you.” He pushed me away, his eyes full of disgust. “Can we afford to have a child in our current financial situation? Besides, I’ve told you before, I hate kids! I don’t want to have children with you!” These two sentences completely shattered the last hope in my eyes. During the New Year, an oncoming truck ended our lives. At that moment, I wasn’t afraid, only relieved. Now that we’ve both been reborn and chosen to keep our distance, there’s absolutely no need to dwell on old feelings. I silently pushed the check back, “No need, I don’t take things from strangers. Thank you.”

He frowned and questioned me, “Sophia Carter, am I a stranger to you? What do you mean?” I replied, “I can buy my own clothes. Whatever my job is now, I think it’s decent and nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t think I’m giving up on myself, and this money, you should keep it for those who need it.” He stood there holding the check, his lips tightly pressed together. Yvonne walked to Felix’s side, looked at the check in his hand, and seemed to understand something. Her eyes flashed with anger, but she still had to pretend to be gentle. “Sophia, you don’t want our goodwill? Then let me offer something more practical.” “I recently opened a nail salon on City Avenue. You can come directly, I’ll arrange for you to be a nail technician apprentice. The salary isn’t high, about $2000 a month, but the main thing is you can learn a skill. Even if you’re down on your luck in the future, you can still open a nail salon.” “How about it? Interested in giving it a try? This job should be much more decent than your current one.” I calmly ate my food and declined their offer. “Thank you for your kindness, but I’m very satisfied with my job and have no plans to change at the moment.” The surrounding classmates shouted at me, “Sophia, why aren’t you appreciating their kindness! Felix and Yvonne are being so nice, offering you money and a job. You should take it!” “That’s right, you’re in such a sorry state, why care about face? Coming to a class reunion in such a miserable condition, aren’t you here to get resources? Why are you pretending now?” Yvonne chimed in with fake sincerity, “Don’t say that, everyone! Maybe Sophia really likes her current job!” She turned to me, “Sophia, this is our goodwill, and we’re offering you this job out of consideration for our past relationship. Don’t miss this opportunity just to save face!” I really didn’t understand why they were so insistent on giving me money and a job. “Really, I don’t need it. Thank you.” Yvonne still smiled very gently, but her eyes were full of mockery and disdain. Felix clutched the check tightly and sneered. “A hopeless case indeed. I guess even if someone wants to help you, it’s impossible! You’ll die poor for sure!” Right after this taunt, many of the male classmates swarmed over. They wanted to make me drink. “Sophia, seeing how pitiful you are now, if you drink one glass, I’ll transfer $1000 to you.” “If you’re really that desperate… I’ll add some more money!”

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I was about to give birth to our second child, and my husband was off to tend to his first love. In a moment of desperation, I shouted, “Aren’t you worried that I might die giving birth?” He dismissed me as being dramatic and walked away without a second glance. Later on, the hospital where I was staying caught fire. He couldn’t hear my cries for help and instead rescued his first love from the blaze. Upon hearing of my death, he lost his mind. The searing flames that filled my vision faded away, and the agony of being consumed by fire vanished. I saw my daughter, crying and calling out for me. I rushed towards her, desperate to hold her in my arms. But my hands passed right through her, unable to touch her. Looking down, I realized I was transparent; I was just a spirit. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart, Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here,” I repeated over and over, my voice choking with emotion, but she couldn’t hear me. Part of her face was burned, blisters already forming. A nurse tended to her wounds, and she trembled from the pain. Watching her suffer, my heart ached. It turns out that even in death, the pain is still so vivid. Others who escaped the fire had family with them, but my daughter was all alone. The nurse, unable to bear it, asked, “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” My daughter’s eyes were red, tears clinging to her lashes. She cautiously asked, “Nurse, can I borrow your phone to call my dad?” The kind nurse handed her the phone. “Dad, please help Mom, she—” As soon as the call connected, she urgently pleaded for help. Half an hour earlier, the hospital I was in caught fire. The flames spread quickly; I was holding my newborn while holding my daughter’s hand. I told her to run out and find her father to save me. I thought she’d be too frightened to remember, but she clung to my words. Asher’s impatient voice came over the phone: “Are you trying to say your mom’s in trouble? You’re so young and already helping her lie to me. What has she been teaching you?” Before she could say more, Asher hung up. He didn’t even ask; he just assumed I was lying. He wasn’t concerned about me being in danger. My daughter returned the phone, full of disappointment. I gently embraced her, blowing softly on her wounds. Suddenly, a strong force pulled me away, and the scene before me changed. I saw Asher—my husband.

He was tightly holding Cora’s hand, anxiously questioning the doctor. “Will this leave a scar? Is there anything else we should be cautious about?” The doctor’s gaze shifted between them, his expression slightly awkward. As they left the office, I overheard the doctor mutter, “If his wife knew, she’d be devastated.” I had been devastated too many times; I was numb. But I couldn’t stop caring about my daughter, and Asher was her father. I hovered beside him, speaking coldly, “She’s upstairs, go see her, go see her.” I knew he couldn’t hear or see me. But I stood in front of him, praying he’d feel the urge to check on our daughter. But my voice grew hoarse from shouting, to no avail. Cora tugged on Asher’s sleeve, “Should you call Lila? Maybe something really happened?” Asher replied casually, “What could have happened? It’s the same old drama.” I saw a glint of satisfaction in Cora’s eyes. Asher took Cora home. When the car stopped, I was in shock. How could he let her live here? This was my home for over ten years. It held memories of my parents who passed away too soon. If they hadn’t died in a car accident and I hadn’t suffered such trauma, the doctor wouldn’t have suggested a change of environment, and this house wouldn’t have been left empty. Asher knew exactly what this house meant to me. Cora entered the password confidently and walked in as if she owned the place. As soon as she opened the door, a little girl ran out and hugged Cora’s leg. “Mom, are you okay? Thank goodness for Daddy Asher.” “Let me hold her.” Asher picked up the little girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face with a sweet voice, “I love Daddy Asher the most.” Asher’s eyes were full of joy, “Does Sunny love me more or Mommy more?” Sunny blinked, looking between Cora and Asher. Asher laughed heartily, spinning Sunny around before putting her down. Cora watched Asher intently, almost glued to him. She sighed, her eyes turning red, “If I had married you back then, would things have been different?” Asher gently wiped her tears, softly reassuring her, “It’s all in the past. No matter what happens, I’ll be here.” Cora hugged Asher. He stood there, rigid, neither embracing her tightly nor pushing her away. “Promise me you’ll keep your word.” Cora’s voice was muffled, “When I was giving birth to Sunny, I nearly died. At that moment, all I could think of was you.” Asher comforted her for a long time. Cora pulled away, wiping her tears. Asher excused himself to the bathroom, sitting there with a frown, irritation across his face. He stared at his phone for a long time without moving. Curious, I looked over. On his phone was a chat with me. The chat was still on a message from two days ago. Asher looked at my last message: “It’s always Cora, always her. If you’re going to be with her, then go. I’m seven months pregnant, aren’t you worried something might happen to me?”

Back when our daughter aced her exam, I talked to Asher for a long time. Only then did he put down his work and come home early; we were about to celebrate as a family. Then we got a call saying Cora had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily. Asher immediately wanted to go to her side, and I held him back. In anger, I asked him, “Aren’t you worried something might happen to me?” Asher looked at me helplessly, exhausted, “Stop it, nothing will happen to you.” After saying this, he left without looking back. But not long after, my water broke. After giving birth, I arranged to stay at the hospital. I didn’t expect to see Cora there; Asher wasn’t around at the time, and she flaunted herself in front of me. I was furious and argued with her. It was then that the hospital caught fire. I immediately ran back; both my daughter and newborn son were in the room. The husband who promised to stay by my side didn’t hear my cries for help and carried Cora out of the flames instead. My newborn son and I were consumed by the fire. I wanted to kill Asher. I actually tried, reaching out to strangle him, tightening my grip. “I’ll be back soon. Tomorrow is your prenatal check-up, I’ve cleared my schedule to be with you all day, don’t be mad, love.” Asher texted me; he didn’t know I was already dead. Buzz! His phone buzzed. A reply came back, in my usual tone. “If your heart is with Cora, why come back? I don’t need you here, just leave.”

I was startled. Who was on the other side of the phone? How could they know me so well, even matching my tone perfectly? Asher didn’t suspect anything, he sighed and called me. But one by one, the calls were hung up. Then another message came back: “Leave, after the baby is born, we’ll get a divorce.” Asher’s face grew darker. He pocketed his phone and walked out of the bathroom. Cora came over, concerned, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?” Asher shook his head, “If everything’s okay here, I’ll head home.” I was surprised; usually, when we fought, he’d just leave me to cool down, but now he wanted to go home. Cora didn’t say anything, and then there came an exclamation from the kitchen. She quickly ran over. Sunny’s hand was scalded, “Mom, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Asher.” Asher also saw it, his expression serious, his tone a bit scolding. “Kids shouldn’t touch dangerous things, what if you get hurt?” Sunny shrank back, cautiously apologizing, “I know I was wrong.” Cora blew on Sunny’s hand and looked up at Asher. “It’s my fault, I didn’t give Sunny a good life. When we were abroad, she cooked like this too.” “Daddy Asher, I make yummy things, try some.” Sunny brought over the noodles; she was good at reading the room. After eating, she clung to Asher. Cora pretended to be serious, “Sunny, don’t cling to Daddy Asher, let him go home, we’ve troubled him enough.” Sunny pouted, her face full of grievance, “But I just got a dad.” Sunny cried loudly, clutching Asher tightly. Asher hugged Sunny, “Daddy Asher won’t leave, Daddy Asher will stay with you.” I let out a cold laugh. I wasn’t surprised he’d stay. Every time there was a choice between me and Cora, Asher would choose Cora.

Asher held a storybook, his voice low and gentle. He softly told Sunny a story until the little girl fell asleep. Sunny put on a pout, her face full of frustration. “But I just got a dad.” Sunny began to cry loudly, clutching Asher’s hand tightly. Asher comforted her, “Daddy’s not going anywhere. I’m here with you.” I chuckled, though there was no warmth in it. It was no surprise to me that he would stay. Whenever it was between Cora and me, Asher always chose Cora. Asher held the storybook, his voice gentle and soothing. He softly told Sunny a story until she fell asleep. Cora leaned closer, their lips almost touching. Asher turned his head away. “Don’t.” Cora clung to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is it because I’m divorced and have a child? Do you think I’m not good enough?” “No,” Asher replied, “I’m married.” “But you were meant to be mine,” Cora insisted, her voice full of certainty. She looked directly at Asher, locking eyes with him. “Asher, don’t deny it. You’ve fallen for me, even after knowing Lila for so many years.” “Your feelings for Lila are just familiarity, not love.” “Asher, you love me,” Cora stated, emphasizing each word. Asher avoided her gaze, his expression evasive. After a pause, he said, “Don’t think about this now. Just get some rest.” He got up and left quickly, as if fleeing. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was the first to notice Asher’s feelings for Cora. The first time I saw Cora was the day I tried to end my life. It was the anniversary of my parents’ death. Every year on this day, Asher would be by my side, doing everything he could to cheer me up. But that day, he didn’t come back. I called him countless times, but he never answered. I went to my parents’ grave alone, and in my daze, I felt like they had come to take me away. Without hesitation, I cut my wrist. When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital, and I saw Asher. He was half-hugging Cora by the waist, his expression so gentle. I rushed over and grabbed him. “Asher, who is she? What’s your relationship with her?” “Lila, what happened to you?” He saw the wound on my wrist, his tone becoming anxious. I insisted, “Who is she?” Asher checked my wound while explaining, “She’s a classmate who fainted, so I brought her to the hospital. Don’t misunderstand.” Cora’s hostility was obvious; I noticed it right away. I asked, “Do you remember what today is?” Asher hesitated for a moment, then realized. He quickly hugged me, apologizing repeatedly. What used to be a cold embrace now felt sickeningly sweet. I pushed him away forcefully, shouting with all my might, “My parents raised you. How could you forget their anniversary?” “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I promise it won’t happen again.” I didn’t listen and continued to scold him, “You ungrateful person, you traitor, you—” Cora shielded Asher behind her, glaring at me angrily: “If it weren’t for Asher, the Su family would have collapsed long ago. Your parents’ death wasn’t his fault.” I slapped him hard, my palm stinging. The slap landed on Asher’s face, leaving a clear mark. Asher sighed, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and blame. He said, “You were reckless and caused Uncle and Aunt’s death. Is it only if I die in front of you that you’ll be satisfied?” I looked at Asher, speechless for a long time. Back then, relatives tried to seize the Su family’s business, slandering me and causing my parents’ deaths. Asher faced those threats alone and protected me. Yet now he too accused me of causing their deaths. I turned and left. Asher panicked and wanted to follow, but Cora stopped him. It was the first time he chose Cora over me. He spent a long time trying to appease me when he got home before I forgave him. He promised never to leave me again, but he kept choosing Cora. Until the hospital caught fire, and he saved Cora without hesitation, not realizing I was trapped in the flames. Asher was woken up by the alarm clock. Perhaps he hadn’t slept well; he had dark circles under his eyes. He turned off the alarm and saw the reminder—Father’s Day parent-child activity. I set this alarm to ensure he wouldn’t forget our daughter’s event. Asher sent me a message. “I’ll be on time for Little Treasure’s parent-child activity, and then we can talk.” It seems you’ve provided an incomplete text segment for translation. Could you please provide the specific text you need translated? Remember not to change the placeholder

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I was Declan’s long-time secret “white moonlight,” the idealized love he cherished from afar. The day I accepted his proposal, he was so overwhelmed that he broke down in tears. Later, when a mysterious illness left me in a coma, he visited every temple in Jacksonville, willing to sacrifice thirty years of his life to pray for my recovery. I thought his love for me was profound. That was until I witnessed Declan with his female secretary, entwined together. He held her close and whispered hoarsely, “Give me a child. My wife is too frail; I can’t bear to put her through it.” I turned and went home, calling a friend with expertise in traditional herbal medicine: “Do you still have the fake death pill? I need one.” “The boss will deliver it to you tomorrow.” Late that night, Declan returned home. The living room lights flicked on, and the bright light stung my eyes. “Adeline, why are you still up so late?” Declan saw me on the sofa and came over immediately. He touched my bare, cold feet, and his brows furrowed with concern. He took off his suit jacket and placed my feet against his chest to warm them. I looked down and whispered, “I can’t sleep without you here.” Declan’s eyes showed a hint of guilt. He gently picked me up, carried me back to the bedroom, and said, “I’ve been too busy with work lately, and I’m sorry. How about I cancel all my plans tomorrow and take you out for some fun?” He tucked me into the warm bed, covered me with the blanket, and kissed me softly. I saw the love overflowing in his eyes, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. After his shower, he smelled of the familiar pine scent. He held my hand and slipped something cold onto my finger. It felt uncomfortable. I raised my hand to see a sparkling diamond ring, as large as a pigeon’s egg. “Do you like it?” he asked, nuzzling my earlobe. In the light, his hair was half-dry, and water droplets slid down his chest. Previously, seeing him like this would make me want to touch his face and kiss him to show my affection. But today, I wasn’t in the mood. I gave a cursory nod and closed my eyes. “I’m tired; let’s sleep.” Declan hesitated, looking hurt, but quickly composed himself. He turned off the light and tucked me in. “Good night.” At night, I opened my eyes and looked at Declan sleeping peacefully beside me. I reached out and tapped his nose. Feeling my touch, Declan woke up and instinctively held me tighter, his voice low and drowsy: “Adeline, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare again? Don’t worry; I’m here.” I shook my head and turned over. “Declan, your birthday is coming up, right?” Declan pressed against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me, his warm breath on my neck. “Yes, but it’s not important. Haven’t you always wanted to see the sea of clouds? I’ll take you there on my birthday, okay?” I nodded absently, my mind filled with the scene I witnessed earlier. In the monochrome office, clothes were scattered everywhere. Declan’s face was flushed as he tore off the secretary’s dress and kissed her passionately. “Mia, you’re so rough, you’re hurting me,” she complained coyly. “Is this how you treat your wife at home?” Declan’s eyes, clouded with desire, suddenly turned cold. He tightened his grip on Mia’s neck: “I warned you, don’t mention Adeline in front of me. This is the last time.” “She’s pure, how dare someone like you mention her?” My heart ached. My stomach churned, and I felt nauseous. I never imagined the well-mannered, elegant Declan I knew could be such a different person in private. Violent, lustful, foul-mouthed. This side of him made me sick. The next morning, Declan was already gone. A note by the bed said he had to attend to something urgent at the office. Someone named “Bunny Mia” added me on SnapChat. After I accepted, she said nothing. Instinctively, I checked her updates and found she had just posted. In the photo, Bunny Mia was trying on dresses. In the background, there was a man’s back. It was Declan. Declan’s friend Nash commented below: [Such a great figure, my brother Declan is lucky. Is your sister-in-law trying to conceive recently?] Bunny Mia replied with a shy emoji. Nash continued: [Wishing you a healthy baby soon. Declan is almost thirty, and he’s wanted a child for a long time.] [It’s troublesome that the one at home is weak, can’t touch, can’t bear children. If I were him, I’d have gone crazy by now.] Seeing this, how could I not understand? While I was staring at my phone, a message from Declan suddenly popped up on the screen: [Are you awake, Adeline? Breakfast is in the kitchen, remember to eat.] I put down my phone and indeed found the breakfast he prepared for me in the kitchen. I ate the porridge. Feeling wronged is fine, but my stomach shouldn’t suffer. I messaged my friend to hurry. Lin Wei was puzzled: [In such a rush? Did you tell Mr. Declan about this?] I was silent. Lin Wei was especially shocked: [No way, sis, your husband values you more than his life. If you suddenly fake your death, what if you force him to follow you in death?] All my friends say Declan is crazy in love with me. I used to think so too. After all, everyone knows I’m the person Declan secretly loved since childhood. On the winter night he was almost beaten to death by his adoptive father, I happened to pass by an alley and saved him. He was my little tail for years. I was born weak and gasped after a few steps. Some classmates secretly laughed at me. The thin and small Declan, I don’t know where he got the courage, but he dared to pounce and fight with boys a head taller than him. His eyes were fierce and vicious, like a little wolf pup protecting its owner. Later, the year I married him, I fell ill again. After visiting numerous hospitals, I was still comatose. Declan donated all his hard-earned savings just to gain blessings for me. He also went to various temples to make vows. He said as long as I woke up, he would be willing to lose thirty years of his life. Declan knelt until his knees were bruised, and his head was broken. Everyone said he was crazy in love with me, a rare good man. But this rare good man cheated in the third year of our marriage. I saw with my own eyes how he used someone to satisfy his desires in the office and then lied to me. He was tainted. So tainted it made me sick. I painfully closed my eyes. [Don’t worry about it, just bring the pill.] Another sleepless night. Around nine in the morning, Declan returned. Seeing I wasn’t speaking, he was about to comfort me when his phone suddenly rang. He immediately went to the balcony to take the call, and I quietly followed. “Honey, you just left, and I already miss you. When are you coming to see me? I have a surprise for you,” Mia’s coquettish voice came through the phone. Declan seemed impatient, lighting a cigarette: “I’ll send you money, go shopping by yourself.” Mia’s voice was a bit resentful: “Honey, why do you insist on going home to accompany your wife? She’s so cold, can she satisfy you?” “I bought new lingerie, honey, come and feel it, it’s so comfortable.” Declan’s Adam’s apple moved, obviously tempted. But he still refused coldly: “No, I promised my wife I’d be with her today. If you make her angry, I have a thousand ways to deal with you.” Mia was aggrieved: “Okay, okay, your wife’s matters are the biggest. I’m not important, and the little one in my belly isn’t important to you either!” Declan was stunned: “You’re pregnant?” Mia hummed: “If you don’t come, I’ll have it aborted.” “Wait at home for me.” Declan extinguished the cigarette, and seeing this, I immediately returned to the bedroom. “Adeline, I’m sorry, I have to go back to the company.” Declan looked apologetic. He hugged me and transferred 1 million as compensation. “Okay, you go.” I didn’t have much reaction. Declan finally sighed in relief, grabbed his coat, and left. As soon as he left, Lin Wei arrived. He handed me a box containing a black pill. Lin Wei reminded me: “After swallowing it, your body will become weaker and weaker until the drug takes full effect in 5 days. At that time, you’ll fall into a deep sleep, and from the outside, you’ll look dead.” “The fake death state can only last for a day, so make sure someone looks after you, don’t accidentally get buried.” I swallowed the pill with some cold water. “Miss, are you really going to do this?” Aunt Hazel, the housekeeper, looked at me worriedly and sighed: “Mr. Declan still loves you. There’s room for communication…” My parents passed away early, and Aunt Hazel was by my side as I grew up little by little. To me, Aunt Hazel is like my mother. “Aunt Hazel, I don’t want a man who betrayed me. This city makes me uncomfortable. I’m tired. I want to start a new life somewhere else.” Aunt Hazel sighed: “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Declan left for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In the selfies, the girl was holding a man’s arm, smiling brightly. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think the last post on SnapChat wasn’t enough and deliberately posted various photos to provoke me. “This city is making me miserable. I’m worn out and need to start fresh somewhere new.” Auntie Qing sighed, “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you.” Declan was gone for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In her selfies, a girl was clinging to a man’s arm, her smile radiant and bright. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, I’m so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think her last Facebook post didn’t provoke me enough, so she deliberately posted various photos to get under my skin. The few friends and relatives commenting were all congratulating her. A passerby noticed Mia’s boyfriend’s shirt was worth $30,000 and asked who this wealthy man was. Mia replied with a cheeky photo, sticking her tongue out. Even though the man didn’t show his face, the watch on his wrist, which I had helped design, revealed his identity. Declan. His supposed office visit was actually a trip with his little secretary. I gave a wry smile. No worries, in five days, Adeline will undergo a complete transformation. I tossed my phone aside, choosing to ignore it. But Mia clearly wasn’t going to let it go. Lately, her Twitter updates have become more frequent. On the first day, she posted a photo of a barbecue. The edge of the photo showed a man with rolled-up sleeves, holding a skewer, looking unsure of how to eat it. [Asked my boyfriend, he said it was his first time having street food with a girl. Feeling so honored, love you, darling.] The next day, she posted a photo collage from the amusement park. [Mr. Declan took me on the Ferris wheel today. When we reached the highest point, I silently made a wish for Mr. Declan to stay by my side forever.] [Wore a short skirt today, didn’t expect him to say it didn’t look good, hmph, but his eyes were clearly glued to me.] Before bed, she even posted a picture of them checking into a hotel room. I pretended I hadn’t seen any of it. Unexpectedly, she couldn’t hold back and messaged me in the middle of the night. [Sis Adeline, I know you’ve seen everything.] [Mr. Declan told you he was at the office these days, but actually, we went on a trip together. Has he ever taken you out for fun?] [Admit it, I’m the one he truly loves.] [If I were you, I’d hurry up and get a divorce. Wait too long, and you might end up with nothing from the assets when you’re considered past your prime.] I’m sorry, it looks like there isn’t any text provided for translation. Could you please share the specific text that needs translating? I frowned, feeling a bit put off. Still, I didn’t respond to her. At least, the situation between Declan and me didn’t need to be discussed with outsiders. I’ve been busy these past few days, arranging my affairs for after I’m gone. I split my shares and properties into two parts. One part was transferred to Aunt Hazel, and I instructed her to sell the other part after my departure to donate to those in need. Over the years, Declan has trusted me completely, and the people in the company all respected me greatly. Even if someone noticed anomalies with the shares, they wouldn’t report it to Declan. The transfer and allocation of assets went smoothly. After everything was set, I packed up all my belongings from the villa and returned to Adeline’s family with my suitcase. Two days before my fake death, Declan returned. He looked a bit tired. If it weren’t for those Twitter posts from Mia, I might have believed his story about being busy with work.

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