My name is Aurora Olson. I donated $100 on a charity platform to a girl with leukemia. My husband, Vincent Watkins, saw the bank message and scolded me for not being frugal. Two days later, I received a message from the hospital thanking Vincent for donating a kidney to a girl. My fingers trembled as I dialed Vincent’s number. “Did the hospital make a mistake? They said you donated a kidney.” An impatient voice came from the other end of the line. “What nonsense? I just donated blood, the hospital made a mistake. Just delete the message.” I replied softly, “Okay, I understand.” After hanging up, I immediately called the hospital. “Hello, I’m a family member of the donor Vincent Watkins. I’d like to know about his post-surgery recovery and the recipient’s condition.” The nurse on the other end paused for a moment, then said, “Oh, you’re a relative of Mr. Watkins?” “His physical condition is excellent, and he’s recovering very well.” The nurse’s voice was enthusiastic, every word like a knife stabbing into my heart. I asked with a trembling voice, “And what about the child?” The nurse said, “Lucia Watkins? Her surgery was very successful, and she’s still under observation in the ICU.” “Thanks to her dad, truly great fatherly love.” “For the child, he’s even willing to give a kidney.” I felt the world spinning and could barely stand. I couldn’t believe it and thought, “Fatherly love? Vincent is Lucia’s dad?” I struggled to speak, “Nurse, are you sure Vincent is Lucia’s dad?” The nurse said, “Yes, Lucia’s mom said it herself.” “She even showed us the documents, otherwise the hospital ethics review wouldn’t have approved it.” “Don’t worry, their family is doing well now.” Hearing her words, my vision went dark, and the phone slipped from my hand, falling to the ground. So, I was the outsider all along. I took a day off and took a cab to the hospital. I arrived at the inpatient kidney transplant department. I stood outside a VIP ward, looking inside through the glass window on the door. Vincent was wearing a hospital gown, weakly leaning on the bed. A stranger was feeding him. The woman had long hair draped over her shoulders, with gentle eyes and brows. Vincent looked at her with tenderness and affection I had never seen in our five years of marriage. I recognized that woman. She is Amelia West, Vincent’s ex-girlfriend. Back then, Vincent told me they broke up because his parents disapproved. I looked at the watch on Amelia’s wrist. It was the one I stared at for a long time last year on my birthday at the mall, but Vincent pulled me away without buying it for me. He said, “This watch is too expensive, it’s worth three months of our living expenses. We’ll buy it later.” Turns out, it wasn’t that he thought it was too expensive, he just couldn’t bear to buy it for me. My heart has grown numb from the pain. I didn’t rush in. I just quietly watched them until my eyes stung, then turned and left. Two months later, Vincent “returned from a business trip.” As soon as he walked in, he wore a gloomy face and threw his briefcase heavily onto the sofa. He questioned, “Aurora, why didn’t you go to work today?” “Are you trying to slack off? Do you think it’s easy for me to earn money and support the family alone?” I lowered my head and lied, saying I wasn’t feeling well. He let out a cold snort and didn’t press further. But from that day on, household expenses started to be gradually cut. He said his mom’s back hasn’t been well lately, and they’ve spent quite a bit on her treatment back home. He said his dad’s rheumatism flared up again and they needed to buy an imported massage chair. Household expenses must be halved. The food for our three meals was also halved. My daughter Anna Watkins looked at the greens on her plate and softly said, “Mom, I want to eat strawberries.” Vincent heard it. He slammed the table, knocking the plate to the ground. “All you think about is eating all day!” he roared at a three-year-old child, “You have no idea how to understand adults! Lucia is seriously ill and not as picky as you!” After yelling, he froze. The living room fell into dead silence. I looked up, stared at him coldly, and asked, “Who is Lucia?”

Vincent’s face instantly turned pale. His eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze. “Nothing,” he stammered, “just a distant relative’s kid, also sick, quite pitiful. I just mentioned it casually, don’t ask more.” He hurriedly finished his meal, made an excuse about work, and quickly got up to leave. Watching his fleeing figure, a cold smile curled at the corner of my lips. I thought, “A distant relative? So pitiful that they need you to donate a kidney?” I started quietly gathering evidence. I made an excuse about managing finances and asked him to show me the “family emergency fund” account. It held all our savings from five years of marriage, about over $500,000. At first, he refused, but after I kept pushing, he reluctantly handed me his phone. I opened the bank transactions, and my heart sank bit by bit. Every so often, there was a large expense—$10,000, $30,000, $50,000. The recipient’s name was all Amelia. The notes all said living expenses, rent, supplements. The most recent transfer was $200,000 for Lucia’s surgery. Turns out, all the money we saved by scrimping and saving went to Amelia and her daughter. I handed the phone back to him, looking calm. He didn’t notice anything unusual. I found Amelia’s Instagram and started scrolling through her posts. Her life is indeed quite comfortable. One of her posts showed various supplements with the caption: [Thanks to my husband, enduring all the hardships for me and our daughter.] Another post of hers featured designer bags with the caption: [My husband’s love is never late.] The location of her post is right in our city. Every post feels like a sharp blade, cutting my heart open and leaving it bleeding. On the weekend, I took Anna back to my mom’s house. I pretended it was accidental and dialed Vincent’s mom, Stella Watkins, putting it on speaker. I asked, “Stella, how have you been feeling lately?” She said, “I’m good. How are you and Vincent?” I chuckled lightly and said, “We’re doing well. Just a few days ago, I got a text from the hospital saying Vincent donated a kidney to a little girl named Lucia. Do you know about this? Whose child is Lucia?” On the other end, Stella’s voice instantly became tense. “What Lucia? I don’t know! Who told you such nonsense?” Her voice was sharp and guilty as she said, “The hospital sent the wrong message! Vincent is fine, how could he possibly donate a kidney?” “Aurora, don’t listen to others’ nonsense. Just live your life well!” After saying that, she hung up the phone. I put down the phone, unable to hold back my tears as they poured out. That night, Vincent came back. As soon as he walked in, he exuded hostility. He must have received a call from his mom. He asked, “Did you call my mom?” He stepped closer to me, his gaze terrifyingly sinister. “Aurora, I warned you, don’t play tricks behind my back!” I looked up at him calmly. “I just asked a question, why are you so nervous?” “You!” He raised his hand, seemingly about to hit me, but it stopped mid-air. In the end, he gave me a hard shove. Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps and hit the wall, my back aching. He warned me, “If you dare meddle again, we’ll get a divorce!” His tone was fierce, and the hatred in his eyes startled me. He said, “By then, don’t expect to get anything!” It was the first time he laid hands on me, and also the first time he mentioned the word “divorce.” My heart completely died.

I thought, “Divorce? Fine. But I won’t let him get his way easily.” I want him to pay the most painful price for what he has done.” A few days later, Anna suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night. Her little face was flushed, and her whole body was burning hot. I was terrified, holding her, completely at a loss. My first reaction was to call Vincent, my voice trembling and choked with sobs. “Vincent, Anna has a high fever. Come back quickly, let’s take her to the hospital!” On the other end of the line, there was a noisy background. Vincent’s voice sounded impatient. “If she has a fever, just take her to the hospital. What’s the point of calling me?” “I have an important project here at the company, with several bosses around. How can I leave?” “You take her to the hospital first. I’ll come over when I’m done.” I sneered inwardly, “Important project? Is it that illegitimate daughter of yours causing trouble again?” I hung up the phone and, holding the feverish Anna alone, took a cab to the hospital in the cold night wind. I handled everything alone with Anna—registration, payment, tests, and IV—completely exhausted. Anna lay on the hospital bed with an IV, crying her heart out. It felt like a knife cutting through my heart. After settling her down, I went to the nurse’s station to find a nurse. But at the end of the pediatric corridor, I saw a familiar figure. It was Vincent. He was carefully supporting Amelia, both of their faces full of worry. They were surrounding a doctor, whispering something. I instinctively hid in the corner. I could only hear Amelia’s tearful voice. “Doctor, why is Lucia’s rejection reaction still so severe?” She suddenly became agitated, pounding Vincent’s chest hard. “It’s all your wife’s fault!” “A few days ago, the nurses told me she even called to inquire about Lucia’s condition!” “Does she know something? Is she trying to harm our daughter?” Vincent held her tightly, gently comforting her. His voice was a tenderness I had never heard before. He said, “Babe, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” “She knows nothing, just making wild guesses.” “Don’t worry, once Lucia fully recovers, I’ll divorce her.” “By then, our family will never be apart again.” I leaned against the cold wall, feeling like all the blood in my body had frozen. So, in his heart, Anna and I are the ones who should be abandoned. I’m completely disappointed in him. He not only took our money but also blamed all the misfortunes on me. I didn’t listen any further and turned back to the ward. Looking at the sleeping, Anna just on the,-bed Anna, I wiped away my tears, my the ​-eyes became firm. I must win this battle. Vincent showed up in Anna’s ward at noon the next day. He carried a bag of fruit, with fake exhaustion on his face. He said, “You’ve worked hard. Something came up at the company last night, I really couldn’t leave.” I didn’t look at him, just said calmly, “Anna’s fever has gone down.” He pretended to check Anna’s forehead, then sat down beside me. He held my hand, putting on a sorrowful expression. “There’s something, I don’t know how to tell you.” I looked at him, waiting for his act. His eyes reddened, and his voice choked. “My mom was diagnosed with severe heart disease back home. She needs bypass surgery, and the cost is 300,000 dollars.” He took a piece of paper from his bag and handed it to me. It was a forged critical illness notice. The hospital seal on it was crooked. He said, “Our family savings were all invested in a friend’s project before, and now we can’t withdraw them. The only way to save my mom now is…” He paused, looked up, his eyes full of “hope” and “pleading.” He said, “The solution is to sell the house your parents bought for you.” As he spoke, he knelt in front of me. A man with only one kidney, for his ex-girlfriend and illegitimate daughter, knelt before me, crying and begging me to sell the only security my parents gave me. He continued his hypocritical plea, “I beg you, save my mom! As long as you’re willing to sell the house, I’ll listen to you for the rest of my life, I promise to repay you!” Looking at his utterly hypocritical face and that broken body, the last trace of attachment in my heart turned to ashes. I laughed, a laugh filled with utter sorrow. I helped him up and gently wiped away the fake tears on his face. “Alright, I’ll sell it,” I said softly. “Give me the property deed.”

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After a week of night shifts, I made a mistake. I injected phenobarbital into my son Albert Morrison’s body instead of the intended antibiotic. This mistake caused Albert to stop breathing on the spot. The hospital declared his brain dead. Upon hearing the news, my husband Harvey Morrison had a mental breakdown. He became very agitated and could only calm down by holding his nephew Felix Morrison, as Felix looked a lot like Albert. So, I gave up a valuable opportunity to transfer back to a city job. I used this opportunity to gain the consent of Harvey’s late brother’s wife, Mila Allan, to let Felix be adopted by our family. Because of that mistake, I have been extremely careful and hardworking. Even when facing Harvey’s cold and disdainful looks every day, I don’t mind. Until ten years later, Mila returned to her hometown, very successful and wealthy. I accidentally overheard her conversation with Harvey. Mila asked, “Back then, to help me become a city resident, you went as far as switching the medication and personally caused your child’s death. Do you really not regret it?” Harvey coldly laughed and said, “I don’t regret it. I promised you that I would make you someone better and more successful than others. With Charlotte’s personality, if she knew there was a chance to transfer back to the city, she would definitely fight you to the end.” Charlotte Simpson is my name. He continued, “I could only use my son’s death to trap her for life. This way, I could naturally have her raise our child, allowing you to focus on your career without any burden.” I couldn’t believe everything I heard. I rushed out of the room but fell into the fast-flowing river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Albert was declared dead by the hospital. The painful feeling of not being able to breathe while drowning still lingered in my nose. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mila’s tear-filled eyes. Mila said, “Charlotte, you’re awake. Albert is dead. Please control your grief.” The familiar voice reached my ears, and I suddenly realized I had been reborn. I was reborn on the day I gave the wrong medication, causing Albert’s “death.” Looking at this pretentiously kind face in front of me, I was furious. In my past life, it was Mila and Harvey who sent Albert to the orphanage. They even pretended to be heartbroken and reluctant, transferring that ungrateful Felix under my name, making me raise their child. Back then, I failed to see their hidden, cruel ambitions. Every time Mila came to my house to see Felix, I would voluntarily work overtime, giving them enough time to be alone together. I guess they were probably mocking me as a fool behind my back at the time. I dug my fingernails deep into my palm, forcefully suppressing the hatred in my heart. I’ll settle the score with them for all these wrongs they’ve done, one by one. Phenobarbital doesn’t cause immediate death. They must have hidden Albert. It was urgent, so I couldn’t delay. I threw off the blanket and rushed out. My action startled Mila. Mila said, “Charlotte, what are you doing? Even if Albert is gone, you have to stay strong. You’re still young. You can definitely have more children.” How ridiculous. Since Felix was adopted into my family, not only have Harvey and I not had any marital life, but even if Harvey and I got slightly closer by about two inches, Felix would loudly broadcast it. In this era, where newlyweds making louder noises at night would be mocked, Harvey and I lived like the most familiar strangers. Now, I understand. As long as Felix is adopted into my family, Mila can effortlessly get a spot to transfer back to a city job. This way, someone takes care of her child, and she can even conveniently plant a spy between Harvey and me. This one thing achieves three goals at once. She really knows how to plan and scheme. Mila tried to stop me. I pinched my thigh hard, and tears immediately streamed down. I said, “Mila, don’t stop me. Without Albert, as a mother, I don’t want to live either. Tell me where Albert is. I want to die with Albert.” In my past life, I was completely consumed by the guilt of causing my son’s death with my own hands. I didn’t even see the body and hurriedly had them bury Albert. Mila was completely panicked. She had already taken Albert away. How could there be a body? She could only scream sharply, hoping someone would hear the commotion and come quickly. Sure enough, the ward door was suddenly pushed open. My gaze met a pair of bloodshot eyes. The next second, a large rough hand tightly gripped my neck. The moment Harvey appeared, Mila let go of her tight grip around my waist. The suffocating pain quickly overwhelmed me. Looking at Harvey’s blood-red eyes, I couldn’t stop trembling all over. In my past life, he went crazy like this, blaming the child’s death on me and even trying to drive me to despair. Only Felix’s appearance could calm him down. At that time, I was filled with guilt, so when Mila suggested adopting Felix under my name, I had no objections. Back then, I only hoped Felix could bring new hope to our broken family. He did bring hope, but it wasn’t for me. My breath was taken away, and my vision gradually blurred. At this moment, a child’s voice rang out. “Dad.”

After the tender “Dad” sounded, the hand gripping my neck loosened. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. And Harvey, whose eyes were bloodshot just now, immediately changed his expression upon hearing that “Dad.” He used all his strength to hold Felix, who had rushed into his arms, as if holding a precious treasure lost and found again. His hands trembled, and he kept murmuring softly, “Albert, Albert…” Who wouldn’t be moved by this performance? Only I kept a cold face, unwilling to spare them even a glance. If I hadn’t lived again, I might have been so guilt-ridden at this moment that I’d wish to apologize with my life. After all, I am directly responsible for Albert’s death and indirectly caused Harvey to go mad and lose his sanity. Noticing my cold expression, Mila cautiously said, “Charlotte, I let Felix call Harvey ‘Dad’ for your sake. You saw it too. Albert is gone, and Harvey’s mental state…” The worry on her face was unmistakable. I sneered inwardly. Whether she did it to stabilize Harvey’s emotions or for something else, she knew better than I did. I said, “Is that so? That must have been hard on you, Mila.” Meeting my stern gaze, Mila instinctively looked away, then turned to comfort Harvey and Felix. I didn’t hesitate either and strode out of the ward. This time, no one bothered to stop me. Standing in front of the public phone booth, I took a deep breath before dialing that familiar number. The voice on the other end said, “Hello?” I said, “Dad, Mom, Albert is missing.” Almost the moment I heard the voices of my parents, George Simpson and Evelyn Simpson, my tears uncontrollably streamed down. Hearing my tearful voice, George and Evelyn, who had angrily threatened to cut ties with me when I got married, also panicked. After I haltingly explained everything, I heard a steady and reliable man’s voice on the receiver. He said, “Charlotte, don’t be afraid. We’ll definitely help you find Albert. Can you handle things over there on your own?” Although I couldn’t see the person on the other end of the phone, I still instinctively nodded like I did when I was a child. I said, “I can manage. The transfer notice has been issued. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow.” He said, “Alright, we’ll wait for you to come back.” This gentle male voice reached my ears, inexplicably giving me a strong and reassuring feeling. I returned to the ward and saw Harvey and Mila sitting on either side of Felix. When they looked at each other, the sweet and clingy atmosphere almost overflowed. I pushed the door open directly, interrupting the warmth filling the room. Harvey, who had “returned” to normal, turned his head, not even bothering to spare me a glance. Mila, however, stood up a bit embarrassed, then walked over to me and held my hand. She said, “Charlotte, we’ve discussed it. In a few days, we’ll find a time to transfer Felix to you and Harvey’s name.” Her face was full of heartache, but the slight lift of her brows still revealed her true feelings inside. Before I could speak, a small figure slammed into my waist. Felix roared, “Bad woman! Don’t think you can separate me from Mom!” Then, he cried and threw himself into Mila’s arms, sobbing, “Mom, don’t you want me anymore?” After all, Felix is just an eight-year-old child now. Even though Mila had talked to him a lot before, he still couldn’t control his emotions when truly facing abandonment by his biological mother. I held my aching waist, looking at the scene of a loving mother and a filial child before me, sneering coldly in my heart. Facing Felix’s tears, a trace of reluctance flashed in Mila’s eyes. But the next second, she steeled herself. Mila said, “What are you doing? Hurry up and apologize to your mom!” Felix stiffened his neck, like a stubborn little wild beast. Mila raised her hand and slapped him, then shoved him hard onto me. As soon as he got close to me, Felix grabbed my hand and bit down hard. The sharp pain in my wrist made me throw him hard against the wall. The scene was chaotic. Harvey’s mother, Freya Morrison, pushed the door open and came in. She saw Felix crying loudly, while Harvey and Mila were frantically holding him to comfort him. And I stood aside, looking as if it had nothing to do with me. Freya said, “Charlotte, you wicked woman! You killed Albert, and now you want to kill Felix too?” She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall with her rough hands. My vision turned blood-red as blood streamed down. Mila screamed, drawing everyone’s attention.

Harvey carefully covered Mila’s eyes, his brows tightly furrowed. He said, “Mom. Mila faints at the sight of blood. Even if you want to act, this isn’t the place.” Freya, who was showing off in front of me just now, instantly lost her momentum. She ingratiatingly helped Harvey support Mila out of the ward. As she passed me, Mila gave me a slight smile, showing no signs of fainting or discomfort. In the vast ward, only the sound of my heavy breathing remained. I forced myself to walk to the nurse’s station. The nurse on duty was startled when she saw me. She said, “Ms. Simpson, what’s wrong with you?” After hastily bandaging up, I immediately got up and headed toward the leader’s office. Unexpectedly, I ran into Harvey and Mila eagerly embracing each other in the hallway. Mila said, “Harvey, sending Albert to the orphanage, are you sure you won’t regret it? He’s your own son.” Harvey’s voice was hoarse. He said, “Of course, I don’t regret it. Felix is my son. I remember Charlotte’s family even prepared a house for her in the city. When Felix grows up, won’t all of this be ours?” “Besides, haven’t you always wanted to study in the city? This is a perfect chance for you to check it out.” Mila said emotionally, “Harvey, you’re so good to me.” After speaking, the sound of a sticky embrace followed. My stomach churned with nausea. Holding back the urge to vomit, I went around to the other staircase and headed to the leader’s office. I carefully tucked the transfer notice into my pocket before returning to the ward. But when I pushed open the ward door, I found it empty. Seeing me return, a nurse tidying up the room said a bit awkwardly, “Ms. Simpson, your husband said there’s no need to waste money, so…” I didn’t say anything, just let out a self-deprecating chuckle. Since that’s the case, I might as well go back to the staff dormitory to pack my things. After confirming with the logistics department that the staff dormitory would be reclaimed once my transfer procedures were completed, I finally felt at ease and returned to the dormitory. But the moment I opened the door, I was stunned by what I saw. The wedding photo on the wall was gone, the orchids I planted on the balcony were missing, and the bedsheets and duvet cover had been replaced with patterns I disliked. All traces of me in the house had disappeared. As I stood there in a daze, laughter came from outside the door. I opened the door and saw Mila in brand-new clothes, holding Harvey’s arm intimately. The diamond bracelet on her wrist sparkled blindingly. Harvey was holding shopping bags from the department store, and his other hand was holding Felix, who was eating candy. Seeing this scene, my blood pressure instantly spiked. Married to Harvey for ten years, he never bought anything for Albert and me. Now, he’s openly buying things for another woman and her child. How can I not be angry? Even though I already knew what kind of person he is, I can’t help but feel heartbroken at this moment. I said, “Harvey, explain this to me. Why is all my stuff gone from this house?” Harvey frowned tightly and said impatiently, “I let Mila move in. Felix will be our child from now on.” “I let Mila move in so I could spend more time with Felix. Do you really have to fuss over such small things?” I could hardly believe my ears. I said, “Fussing over small things? You let a widow move into our home…” Before I could finish my sentence, a hard slap landed on my face. Harvey said, “Charlotte, I’m not as dirty as you think.” Immediately, Harvey’s eyes widened. Seeing me covering my face, he looked guilty for a moment. He instinctively took a step back but continued, “If it weren’t for you killing Albert, how would we have ended up here?” “I’ll take Mila and Felix to stay at a hotel for a couple of days. You think it over on your own.” After saying that, he took all the cash from the drawer and left with the two of them as if fleeing. I looked around the house, which was filled with traces of Mila’s presence. I grabbed a broom and started smashing things around the house. Since these things were bought with my money, no one can blame me even if I smash them all. After smashing everything, I specifically went to the logistics department and told them I didn’t want anything in the house anymore. I also said that if they needed anything, they could just take it. It was two days later when the house was completely emptied. I handed over the keys to the staff dormitory. Then, I saw a car parked at the hospital entrance at the agreed time. The car window rolled down, and I immediately saw Albert wearing a small hat, smiling sweetly at me. He called out, “Mom.” The deep unease in my heart finally disappeared. I held my precious, lost-and-found treasure tightly. At this moment, a steady male voice came from the driver’s seat. He said, “Let’s go. George and Evelyn are still waiting for you.” I nodded, took one last look at the place where I had spent ten years, and then got in the car without looking back.

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When the wheat was not yet ripe, I dreamed of my grandmother Abigail Garcia telling me, “This fall, there will be a locust plague. Sell the family fields and switch to fish farming. That way, you can secure your income.” I convinced my parents, Roman Garcia and Layla Garcia, to harvest the wheat early and sell it, then flood the fields to raise fish. But later, we faced a severe drought. All the fish were dried to death. Our family ended up in heavy debt. Just when we didn’t know what to do, Abigail appeared in my dream again and told me, “Under the apple tree behind the old house, gold bars are buried. Exchange the gold bars for money to pay off the debt, and there will still be plenty left.” I immediately told Roman the news. However, what he dug up wasn’t gold bars but a whole box of white powdered drugs. The police stationed there arrested him as a drug dealer. Due to the large quantity of drugs, he might face execution. Layla couldn’t handle the shock and immediately fainted. Abigail appeared in my dream again and said, “The doctor Everett Taylor at Central Hospital can cure her. If you don’t find Everett soon, your mom will be in danger.” I was determined to save Layla, so I threatened Everett with my life. He finally agreed to perform surgery on Layla. What I didn’t know was that my boyfriend Anthony Jones had also been in a car accident and urgently needed Everett’s treatment as well. Because I took Everett away, Anthony didn’t receive timely treatment and passed away. At the same time, Layla also died on the operating table due to delayed rescue. Before she died, she cried and asked me, “Why did you harm me and your dad?” Anthony’s parents believed I was responsible for their son’s death. To vent their anger, they stabbed me eighteen times. I was rushed to the emergency room. In my coma, I saw Abigail again. But she grinned menacingly and stabbed a knife into my heart. In reality, I also died from a ruptured heart. Until my death, I couldn’t understand why following what Abigail said in the dream led to my entire family’s demise. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day Abigail told me to sell the land. ***** Abigail said to me in the dream, “Eloise, remember. There will be a locust plague this fall. Planting this wheat will be a waste. It’s better to cut the seedlings, sell them, and use the money to lease a fish pond. That way, you can make money.” Eloise Garcia is my name. I suddenly woke up. This familiar dream made me realize I was truly reborn. But this time, I don’t plan to tell Roman and Layla anything; instead, I’ll just turn over and go back to sleep. In my previous life, Abigail also told me in a dream about the locust plague and asked me to tell Roman to quickly harvest the wheat, sell it, and raise fish. Abigail loved me the most when she was alive, so I trusted her words completely and immediately told Roman about the locust plague. Since Roman injured his hand while working, the only source of income for my family has been those fields. Not only do we rely on it for our family’s food and drink, but also to pay for my schooling. So, we can’t afford any risks. I was originally worried that the message from the dream was too unreal and wondered how I could convince Roman to believe it. However, Roman chose to believe me unconditionally. He harvested the wheat and leased a fish pond to raise fish. Facing the villagers’ ridicule, he straightened his back proudly and said, “Eloise is a college student, she knows more than I do. How can I, as her father, not trust her?” However, reality dealt us a heavy blow. By autumn, let alone a locust plague, not even a single locust appeared. Instead, we faced a once-in-a-century drought. Roman desperately released water to prevent the fish pond from drying up. But due to the continuous heat, the young fish that hadn’t grown yet were eventually scalded to death. Soon after, Roman fell ill. My family lost all our money. Layla was so worried that she couldn’t sleep all night. But when she saw me, she forced a smile and comforted me, telling me not to blame myself. I deeply regretted it. But then, I received guidance from Abigail in a dream. She said, “Eloise, go to the apple tree on the back hill. Your grandfather buried gold bricks there for emergencies. Now is the time to dig them up.” I excitedly shared this news with Roman and Layla. Roman went straight to the back hill and indeed dug up a box. However, when he opened it, he found it wasn’t the gold bricks Abigail mentioned, but a box full of white powder drugs. Roman hadn’t figured out what was happening when the police, waiting there, mistook him for someone meeting with drug dealers and arrested him on the spot. Due to the severity of the situation, we weren’t even allowed to visit him. The investigating police revealed that due to the large amount of hidden drugs, Roman might face the death penalty. Devastated by the blow, Layla fainted on the spot. The diagnosis was acute heart failure. I passed out crying by Layla’s bedside. In my dream, I saw Abigail again saying, “Only Everett at Central Hospital can save your mom. Hurry up. If you’re any later, she won’t wake up.” I rushed to Central Hospital, begged Everett, and finally convinced him to go back and operate on Layla. What I didn’t know was that Anthony had been in a car accident. His heart was pierced by debris, urgently needing Everett to perform a stitching operation. Because I intercepted Everett midway, Anthony missed the best time for rescue and passed away. I was still in shock from indirectly causing Anthony’s death when Everett regretfully announced that Layla had also died due to a failed rescue. I rushed into the ward in a panic, only to catch one last glimpse of Layla. The one who always adored me looked at me with disappointment and confusion for the first time. Layla asked me, “Why did you harm me and your dad?” I walked out of the funeral home in a daze, holding Layla’s urn, only to be found by Anthony’s parents. They believed I was responsible for Anthony’s death. To vent their anger, they stabbed me eighteen times. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. On the brink of death, I saw Abigail again. I wanted to question her why she harmed me and my family. But before I could speak, she raised a knife and stabbed it into my chest. My heart shattered, and I died tragically in the ambulance. Living this life again, I will never trust Abigail’s misleading guidance in my dreams.

I comforted myself, thinking the drought wouldn’t affect the wheat much. Even if we ignored it, Roman would surely harvest this season’s crops by autumn. But I still felt uneasy. The next morning, I used my long-saved living expenses to buy pesticide and carefully cleared the pests from our fields. When Roman saw this, he couldn’t help but laugh, saying I was more like a farmer than him. I didn’t dare relax, keeping a close watch on the fields every day. Until harvest season arrived, the wheat grew tall and strong. The grain merchants who came to buy carefully inspected it and offered the highest price. They said, “This batch of wheat is top quality. We’ll pay a high price for it. You must save it for us.” Roman’s face was full of smiles. “Great. This year I can buy new clothes for my daughter and wife.” After agreeing to harvest tomorrow, I could finally relax. I guessed right. What Abigail said in her dream was wrong. As long as I don’t believe her, it’s fine. That night, Layla made a turkey usually reserved for Christmas to celebrate. Then, we went to bed early to prepare for harvesting wheat tomorrow. But at dawn, I heard an unbelievable wail. “How could this happen? Where did the locusts come from?” I instantly became alert, a sense of foreboding bursting in my heart. I rushed out without even putting on slippers. The scene before me left me wide-eyed in shock. Locusts swirled like a black tornado over my wheat field. The wheat, which had been perfectly ready for harvest during the day, was now being devoured into a mess by the locusts. Roman frantically waved his hands to drive away the locusts, but it was useless. He even accidentally fell to the ground, helplessly watching as the locusts devoured almost all our wheat. That man, who was so tall in my heart, never got up again. I leaned in and only heard him mutter, “It’s over. All over. Eloise’s tuition, money for Layla’s medicine, the family’s living expenses, all gone.” Roman’s words made me feel deeply upset. I wondered, “Why? I clearly didn’t follow Grandma’s words, and there was no locust plague in the previous life. Why is it happening this time?” Before I could figure it out, Roman went out. When he came back, his waist was deeply bent. I knew he had gone to borrow money from relatives. For someone as proud as Roman, this was such a humiliating thing. Just thinking about it made me feel really upset. However, that night, Abigail appeared in my dream again. She seemed to know about the difficulties at home now. She sighed and said, “Eloise, go to the apple tree at the back hill. Your grandfather buried gold bars there for emergencies. Gold prices are high now. Sell them, and you can solve the immediate difficulties.” But in my previous life, I believed Abigail’s words and happily shared this news with Roman. But what was hidden there wasn’t gold bars at all, it was drugs. Roman was also mistaken by the police as a drug dealer and was arrested. This time, I will never let such a thing happen again. So the first thing I did after waking up was report this to the police. I said, “It seems like something is buried under the apple tree in our back mountain, possibly evidence left by criminals.” They stayed silent for a long time, then told me they would investigate. I knew this disrupted their plans, but to keep Roman out of it, I had no other choice. That afternoon, the police drove to my house. I was stunned for a moment, instinctively thinking they were here to thank me for my report. But to my surprise, the officers behind them walked in carrying a box. That was the very box that got Roman imprisoned in the previous life.

Why did the police bring in the box filled with drugs? But what surprised me even more was that when the box was opened, it wasn’t drugs inside, but over a dozen gold bars. “How is there so much gold?” Roman asked in confusion, still unaware of what was happening. But as soon as he stepped forward, he was pinned to the ground by the police and handcuffed. This sudden situation left me completely stunned. I instinctively wanted to rush forward but was stopped by the police. I asked, “Why are you arresting my dad?” A police officer replied, “Because we’ve identified that the gold bars in this box are the ones stolen during the gold bar theft case in transit over a decade ago.” “Through our investigation, we’ve confirmed that the main culprit is your grandfather. And just now, your dad’s guilty expression clearly shows he’s connected to this case.” At this point, the police officer’s gaze at me became complicated. Then he continued, “Although turning your dad in will leave a mark on your life, you’ve helped the country catch the criminal and recover the losses, which is something to be proud of.” I couldn’t believe it. “That’s impossible. How could my dad be a criminal? Dad, hurry and say this is all a misunderstanding.” But when I turned to look at Roman and saw his face full of guilt, sadness, and the shock of betrayal, I couldn’t believe it. “Is this true?” I asked. Roman looked at me and slowly revealed the truth. He said, “Your grandpa wanted to improve our lives back then and brought back a box, then asked me to carry it. But when I discovered it was full of gold bars, I realized the truth that he had robbed a bank. “But in those days, the consequences of crime were severe. At that time, your mom was already pregnant with you. For your safety, I chose to keep it a secret.” I thought, “So Grandma was telling the truth? But how is this possible? In my previous life, the box was filled with drugs.” Until the police took Roman away from me, I still couldn’t recover from this shocking truth. I still wondered in confusion, “Wasn’t it drugs in there? How could it be gold bars? How could Dad be a criminal?” At that moment, the door opened. It was Layla, who had rushed over after hearing the news. “Roman!” But when she saw the empty room, she understood what had happened. “It’s over.” She instantly collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Layla’s illness flared up. I shouted, “Mom.” This scene, identical to the previous life, stirred the deepest fear in my heart. I rushed up frantically to support Layla, but her dying gaze was fixed firmly on my eyes. She said to me, “Your dad was wrong, but he did it all for you. Yet you reported him.” Layla’s voice was choked with emotion. “Eloise, do you hate your dad for not giving you money to live a wealthy life, so you’re deliberately retaliating against him?” I shook my head and said, “No, no, it’s not that. How could I hate Dad? I never truly wanted to hurt him.” But Layla passed out before hearing my explanation. I hurriedly carried her to the hospital for emergency treatment. Rushing all the way there, after handing her over to the nurse, I also briefly passed out from exhaustion. Here, I saw Abigail again. She was deeply distressed and urged me, “Your mom’s condition is critical. Only Everett from Central Hospital can treat her. If you don’t go to him soon, it will be too late.” I suddenly woke up but fell into conflict. In my previous life, I had witnessed Everett’s skills. As long as he intervened in time, he could definitely save Layla. I checked the time and realized Anthony’s car accident in the previous life happened two hours later. I could completely prevent it. Immediately, I called Anthony.

The call connected quickly. On the other end, Anthony’s voice sounded very comforting. He said, “Babe, I heard about the situation with your family’s wheat. Is there anything I can do to help you?” His words made me feel very warm inside. Anthony had always been such a good person. But in the previous life, he died because of my reckless behavior. This time, I must save Layla. I absolutely won’t let anything happen to him. So, I said to him, “Anthony, I need you to do something for me. From now on, you must stay where you are all afternoon and not move. I’ll come to see you tonight, okay?” I tried hard, thinking intensely about the answer. But Anthony didn’t hesitate at all. He said, “Although I don’t know why, since you’re asking so seriously, this must be very important. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely do as you say and stay here obediently waiting for you to come and get me.” I nodded firmly. Then, I wiped away my tears and hurried to Central Hospital. I skipped a lot of unnecessary communication and directly pleaded in front of Everett. He immediately understood the seriousness of the situation and chose to treat Layla. I glanced at the time and realized it was an hour earlier than planned. Everett also said we arrived just in time, so the chances of Layla being cured are very high. I waited until after the three-hour surgery. Everett took off his mask and happily said to me, “The patient’s surgery was a complete success. As long as she rests and recovers well, she will heal.” On the hospital bed, Layla slowly opened her eyes. But when she saw it was me, she closed her eyes in pain again. She still resents me. But I still burst into tears of joy. At least this time, I saved Layla’s life. This also means I broke free from what Abigail told me in the dream. The first person I wanted to call was Anthony to share the good news. However, after dialing over a dozen times, it kept showing unreachable. I hadn’t figured out what was going on when a commotion erupted in the hospital. I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw a scene that made my blood run cold. Anthony’s mom, Madelyn Jones, strode toward me. Her face was full of accusation. She shouted, “Eloise, you wicked woman! You killed my son.” I said, “Something happened to Anthony? How is that possible? I clearly told him to stay put.” Hearing this, Madelyn suddenly went crazy. She screamed, “It really was you! Do you know? My son was waiting for you at the intersection when a drunk driver hit him and killed him on the spot. You killed my son!” Her words hit me like a hammer, leaving me completely stunned. I thought, “Anthony is really dead?” My eyes narrowed sharply in shock. I couldn’t believe it was true. I thought, “I clearly didn’t follow what Grandma told me to do in her dream. Why did I still end up causing Anthony’s death?” I hadn’t figured it out yet when Madelyn suddenly pulled a fruit knife out of her pocket. It was the exact same knife that killed me in my previous life. Then, she stabbed at me with all her strength. But at that moment, someone forcefully pushed me away and took the stab for me. That person shouted, “Eloise, run!” It was Layla. Immediately, the blade pierced her chest, and blood splattered onto my face. I snapped out of my daze, but Layla was already lying in a pool of blood. She tightly grabbed Madelyn’s pant leg and shouted to me, “Eloise, run!” Unable to break free, Madelyn angrily kicked Layla hard again. She glared at me fiercely and threatened, “If you don’t come over and pay for my son’s life, I’ll kill your mom first, then you!” The knife in Madelyn’s hand was about to pierce Layla’s chest. But suddenly, I finally understood everything. Why would Abigail, who loves me, hurt me? Why can’t I stop the tragedy no matter what I do? I understood all these reasons.

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My name is Haley Ramirez. On the way to a meeting at the company, I called my daughter Nora Black. But on the other end of the line came a voice exactly like mine. She said she was me from three years later. She said, “Haley, go home immediately and find Nora, she’s in danger.” I was stunned for a moment, then instinctively retorted, “Who are you? Don’t joke like this!” I sped up. But she sternly stopped me, “Don’t drive forward! There’s going to be an accident at the intersection.” The next second, at an intersection not far from me, two cars collided with a bang. Cold sweat slid down my back as I froze in the driver’s seat, my breath caught. The next second, the voice identical to mine rang out again. “Three hours later, Nora will fall to her death.” “This is your only chance to save her.” ***** I asked, “Who are you exactly? What’s with this car accident?” I slammed on the brakes, staring in shock at the car accident ahead, cold sweat covering my back. A voice identical to mine came through the phone. “Don’t doubt it, I am you from three years in the future, which is why I know all of this in advance.” I just found it absurd, convinced it was a scammer using technology to mimic my voice. For years, my life has been simple and happy, following a routine every day. Besides, Nora was perfectly fine at home, and there was nothing unusual when I left. On such an ordinary day, how could Nora die? Calming down, I was about to hang up and call Nora again. At that moment, the voice on the other end hurriedly said, “I can prove I’m not lying, Nora is really in danger!” Immediately after, an elderly voice came through in the background of the call. “Ms. Ramirez, you’re here so early to visit your daughter at the cemetery. My condolences.” I held my breath and thought, “She’s at the cemetery, could something really have happened to Nora?” The footsteps gradually faded away, and the “I” spoke again, “That’s the cemetery caretaker. I’ve been coming here often over the past three years, and we’re quite familiar now.” The car accident that had just accurately come true flashed through my mind, and my heart sank bit by bit. I still struggled to say, “My husband will be home soon, he’ll take care of Nora, nothing could happen.” There was a light chuckle on the other end of the phone, followed by a few things that would happen later. She said, “At 1:15, your husband Carlos Black will call to tell you he’s working overtime today and won’t be back this afternoon.” “You’ll immediately call your good friend Freya Martin, but she’ll say she’s out traveling.” “Five minutes later, your secretary Ruby Ford will call to urge you, and you’ll have no choice but to give up going home and head back to the office.” I listened in a daze, subconsciously glancing at my watch. It is 1:14 now. The second hand completes a circle, and the phone rings right on time. It’s Carlos. He said, “Babe, I have to work overtime today, so I won’t be home for dinner.” I subconsciously asked him, “Didn’t we agree you’d take care of the kid this afternoon? If you don’t come home, what about Nora?” Carlos sounded relaxed. “Nora staying home for half a day won’t be a problem. Don’t worry too much. I have something urgent, gotta go.” After saying that, he hung up the phone. I looked at the car accident scene not far away and dialed Freya’s number. She said with a smile, “Sorry, Haley, I went on a trip and just got off the plane. I’ll bring you and Nora some souvenirs when I get back.” After saying that, she even sent me a few travel photos. By the time Ruby called, I had completely lost interest in listening. That strange call across time and space did not disconnect. The “me” on the phone had a hoarse voice. “Haley, trust me. I tried to send you a photo, just hoping to change this ending.” The phone vibrated, and a multimedia message popped up—it was a black-and-white tombstone. In the photo above, Nora was smiling brightly. The thought of Nora lying in a cold grave made my heart ache sharply. Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated and immediately turned around to head home. Even if there’s a one-in-a-million chance, I won’t allow any accident to happen.

The moment I opened the door and saw Nora, my anxious heart finally settled. Nora’s eyes lit up, and she ran over to me, grabbing my arm. She said, “Mom, why are you back so soon?” I held her in my arms and patted her fluffy little head. According to Haley three years later, Nora would fall from the building three hours later. To be safe, I must keep Nora with me at all times. I said, “Nora, how about coming to the office with me today? I’ll buy you a strawberry cake.” She cheered and immediately went to the entrance to change her shoes, as if afraid I might change my mind. We reached the office smoothly without anything happening. Ruby came to report to me, and sure enough, the partner originally scheduled to attend the meeting was absent without notice. I was secretly surprised that another thing came true, and at the same time, I became more nervous, holding Nora’s hand tightly without letting go. This time, I took the initiative to call, and sure enough, the unknown number was connected. I said, “Nora is safe now. You said she would fall from the building; there must be a reason. Something like this can’t happen for no reason.” However, my future self said there were no clues at all. She said, “I investigated for three whole years, replayed everything that happened on this day countless times, and could recite it with my eyes closed. Whether it was the autopsy or the police investigation, no abnormalities were found.” “It’s as if Nora really had a sudden whim to go to the rooftop and accidentally fell.” “But I know, and you know, that even though she’s young, she’s obedient and well-behaved and would never go to the rooftop alone.” I couldn’t help but frown. Not knowing who the culprit is, I just can’t feel at ease. Even if she escapes today, who knows if something might happen tomorrow or the day after. While I was anxious, Carlos called. He said, “I heard you took Nora to the company. Why so sudden? Won’t it affect your work?” I rubbed my temples and ultimately chose not to tell him about the strange events. I said, “I don’t feel comfortable leaving her home alone. It’s safer to keep her with me.” Carlos chuckled lightly, “You’re just too sensitive.” I sighed silently, thinking, “If he knew what I just went through, he wouldn’t say that.” A thought crossed my mind, and I asked him, “Have you ever held a grudge against someone, or had any intense conflicts with anyone recently?” Carlos denied it, looking puzzled. I came to my senses too. He’s known among friends for his good temper, gentle nature, and hasn’t even argued with anyone—how could he have conflicts with others? However, until this hidden danger is uncovered, I won’t be at ease. Just as I was meticulously going through the network of connections, Ruby suddenly rushed in, flustered. She said, “Ms. Ramirez, something’s wrong! I just took Nora to the restroom, and after she went in, she never came out. When I went back to check, she was gone.”

A loud buzz filled my head, drowning out everything else, and I got up and rushed toward the restroom. The restroom was completely silent, with no one inside. Ruby looked grave. “I’m sure it was less than ten minutes. No one could quietly hide a five-year-old child in that time.” “I’ve already notified security to check the building’s surveillance. We’ll find her soon.” I tried calling Nora’s smartwatch, but it kept showing as powered off. Checking the watch’s location, it was less than a hundred meters away. I followed the location and found the watch dropped on the ground in a corner, but Nora was nowhere to be seen. I clenched my palm tightly, the pain barely keeping me awake. I ordered, “Go ask the people nearby if they’ve seen Nora!” A few minutes later, an employee hesitated and said, “I remember Nora did pass by here just now, heading out. But she looked quite normal, so I thought you knew and didn’t think much of it.” In just a few minutes, the security guard brought the surveillance footage to my office. I couldn’t believe my eyes—Nora actually walked out of the office building alone! I said, “That’s impossible.” The security guard pointed at the surveillance footage, speaking with certainty. “She went out alone. Look at the footage, I remember it too!” In the footage, Nora skipped out the door without any sign of being forced. But Nora would never leave me so far without saying a word. What was she doing leaving the company? I was completely puzzled, wondering where she went after leaving the company. The security guard said awkwardly, “Once she left the office building, she was out of the surveillance range, and we couldn’t track where she went.” There was no other way, so I immediately called the police. The police reviewed the footage with a serious expression. “Ms. Ramirez, your daughter entered a blind spot after leaving the company, and there are currently no new leads.” “It’s likely the work of an experienced trafficking gang. We’ve already dispatched search teams.” I thought, “But if Nora was trafficked, why did she end up falling from the building?” Thinking about the warning from three years later, with only an hour left until the incident, my heart sank uncontrollably. I called my future self and urgently asked, “Why did Nora still have an accident even though I brought her to the company?” There was only static on the other end, followed by a dull thud, like something heavy hitting the ground. She said, “I saw it. Even if Nora disappeared at the company, she was still found jumping from the twentieth floor.” I felt dizzy, grabbed my car keys, and rushed home. Halfway there, I remembered to tell Carlos about it. He immediately panicked. “Don’t worry, I’ll head home right away and help you look. Nora will be fine.” Hearing his voice, I almost couldn’t hold back my tears. I thought, “Everything was fine, so why did things turn out like this?” I sped home, and the community security said they hadn’t seen Nora or any strangers coming in or out. I headed straight to the rooftop. For safety reasons, the door to the rooftop was always locked. At this moment, the door was also tightly shut, with no signs of anyone entering. But time was running out. At that moment, the phone rang, and my future self’s voice sounded urgent. “No, we were all deceived. Nora didn’t fall from the rooftop at all!”

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After being reunited with my wealthy biological parents, Harry Marshall and Grace Marshall, my good friend Sophie Martin, who is allergic to dogs, picked up a dog. I was eating all kinds of expensive and rare foods, while Sophie didn’t hesitate to spend three months’ salary to buy king crab for that dog. I had just finished a perm that cost $15,000, and she immediately had the dog’s fur curled too. Even though Sophie broke out in rashes and was severely swollen, she still came to me every day holding the dog, even calling it by my nickname. Sophie explained pitifully, “Olivia, I can’t bear to see you leave. With this little dog around, it feels like you’re still by my side.” Olivia Marshall is my name. I was deeply moved by her words and immediately covered all the dog’s expenses, even buying many matching items for the dog and me. Unexpectedly, 81 days later, I turned into a dog, and Sophie took over my body. I was so anxious that I cried, but the sound I made turned into barking. Sophie, on the other hand, fearfully hid in Grace’s arms. Harry and Grace immediately ordered the bodyguards to beat me until I was barely alive. While I was severely injured, Sophie smiled and sent me to a dog meat shop for slaughter. In the end, I was shared and eaten by the whole family. As my soul was about to dissipate, I saw her talking on the phone with my fiancé Arthur Duncan. She said, “Arthur, thanks to the Soul-Swapping Spell you taught me, I can finally have everything of Olivia’s, including you.” When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day Sophie asked me to help her feed the dog. ***** “Olivia, I have a business trip these days. Can you help me feed the dog?” As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Sophie’s sickly sweet voice whining over the phone. Seeing that I didn’t answer, Sophie continued to plead, “Could you really bear to see a little life starve to death?” I felt cold sweat instantly soak my back, and the phone almost slipped from my hand. In my previous life, I turned into a dog, screaming in pain under a beating, and was sent to a dog meat market by her. A blunt knife mercilessly cut through my flesh. No one understands the feeling of dying better than I do. I tried to keep my voice steady and then agreed to Sophie. Endless hatred filled my heart. Living this life again, I must escape the fate of soul-swapping from my past life. The key to the problem must lie with that dog. As soon as I opened Sophie’s door, a strong smell of urine hit me. A filthy stray dog was locked in a small cage. It had to relieve itself inside the cage. Its fur was messy, eyes swollen and crusted with discharge, emitting a foul smell. It was the same in my previous life. Sophie never treated it as a pet or took proper care of it. I couldn’t stand it, so I took it to the pet shop for a bath, a check-up, and bought some tasty food. Unexpectedly, my kindness ultimately led to my own death. Thinking of this, I took out the folding knife I had prepared beforehand. I originally planned to take advantage of Sophie’s absence to come here and kill the dog, eliminating future troubles. But when I saw it curled up in the corner, whimpering pitifully, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The dog is innocent; the real villains are Sophie and Arthur. After thinking for a while, I called the local stray animal protection association. They will find a good home for the dog, allowing it to live a safe and peaceful life. I stepped closer and fed it some jerky. Looking into the puppy’s moist eyes, I thought no one would interfere with its life or death anymore. But the next second, I noticed something was off. A faint black spot appeared behind the puppy’s right ear. Almost at the same time, the food in my hand fell to the ground. This spot is exactly where my birthmark is. And just now, there was clearly nothing there. My heart started pounding. I thought, “Could it be that even starting over, I still can’t escape their scheme?” I backed to the door, forcing myself to calm down. In my past life, Sophie was allergic to dog fur, her face swelling so much that her eyes narrowed to slits, and she had to take a handful of allergy medicine every day. Even so, she insisted on bringing her dog to see me every day. This shows that the conditions for soul exchange are definitely not that simple. After seeing the staff take the dog away, I finally felt a bit calmer. As long as the dog is gone, I still have time to find a solution. Unexpectedly, the next day, my door was knocked on. Sophie stood at the door holding the dog, her tone very serious. She said, “Olivia, I just asked you to feed him for a few days, but you actually sent my Oli away. How could you be so heartless?” Sophie shoved the dog into my arms, then rudely barged into my bedroom and lay down. I froze in place, and the arm that had touched the dog instantly broke out in goosebumps. I almost immediately threw the dog to the ground and tried hard to make my expression look normal. I asked, “Aren’t you allergic to dog hair? I sent it away for your own good.” Sophie stroked the silk sheets and said gloomily, “What gives you the right to decide for me? I got a pet because I was always thinking of you.” I really didn’t want to say more to her, so I had the butler take the dog outside. Sophie, however, panicked and blocked the doorway. She said, “Are you driving the dog away, or me? Olivia, now that you’re rich, have you forgotten our years of friendship?” While we were at a stalemate, Arthur, who was abroad, called. He started by questioning, “Don’t you know that so-called protection organizations actually dispose of stray animals?” “Olivia, apologize to Sophie right now.”

Focused on dealing with that dog, I forgot that Sophie herself was also trouble. Since I returned to the Marshall family, Sophie often comes to see me. Now, everyone knows I have a very close friend. In my previous life, I was too oblivious and only realized Arthur and Sophie had an affair after I died. I abruptly pushed Sophie out and shut the door. I said, “I’m your fiancée, and you want me to apologize to someone else?” I hung up the phone and blocked Arthur’s contact. It took me a while to come to terms with this reality. Sophie took the dog back again, but I still had no clue. I tried hard to recall all the details of my past life, and my head felt like it was about to explode. Starting early the next morning, Sophie’s messages bombarded my phone one after another. Sophie: [Olivia, can we meet? I really miss you.] [Are you mad at me? I was just too anxious that day. I’m sorry.] [Please don’t ignore me. You’re my only friend.] I can almost picture her fake expression while typing those words. I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, gripping my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Then, I replied: [I’ve been busy lately. Let’s meet another day.] Seeing that Sophie didn’t message me again, I breathed a sigh of relief. However, I saw her post on Instagram with the caption: [Good friends are the family I choose myself.] The post had two pictures: one was a photo of her and me at the orphanage, and the other was a painting we made together. The painting, done roughly with crayons, depicted her and me, and the edges of the paper had already turned yellow. That was a gift I gave her when we were kids. In the comments section, our mutual friends and teachers left messages, admiring our friendship that has lasted over a decade. But I couldn’t bring myself to smile. Because in the reflection of the inconspicuous bedside table in the photo, there was a naked man. He was wearing a luxury watch on his wrist. That watch was the gift I gave to Arthur. Sophie quickly commented below, asking me to visit the orphanage together. She was clearly using moral coercion on me. Ten minutes later, the orphanage director called. She said, “Olivia, Sophie said you look down on her for being poor and don’t want to meet her. Is that true?” I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. But I couldn’t share my difficulties with anyone. I heard myself say in a cold voice, word by word, “How could that be? We’ve arranged to go shopping together tomorrow afternoon.” The mall lights were glaring. Sophie held the dog, following me closely. She said, “Olivia, look at this bag.” She suddenly grabbed me and pointed to the Louis Vuitton bag in the display window, exactly the same as the one I was carrying. Sophie smiled and said, “The dog has matching accessories too. So cute.” I coldly watched the excited Sophie. In my previous life, at this moment, I had already taken out the black card and bought that bag. But now, I just chuckled lightly and said, “I think it’s average.” Sophie’s expression froze. She bit her lip, and her voice suddenly softened. She said, “I want to buy it for Oli. But I don’t have enough money.” She looked at me, and even the sales clerk behind the counter cast an expectant glance. The air froze for a second. I said coldly, “If you don’t have enough money, save up some more.” I slowly ran my hand over my bag strap. I continued, “Or, you could buy a cheaper one? It’s all the same for a dog anyway.” Sophie’s face twisted instantly. She said, “Olivia, just say it if you look down on me. In your eyes, am I only worthy of buying cheap stuff?” Sophie was about to continue, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed something, and tears immediately welled up. She said, “Olivia, you’re still mad at me for losing my temper that day, aren’t you?” She choked up as she reached for my hand. “I was just worried because Oli was scared.” At that moment, Arthur’s voice came from behind. “I’ll pay the bill.”

He walked over in a sharp suit, but his eyes were fixed on Sophie’s face. Sophie’s eyes immediately reddened, and she hid behind him like a startled fawn. When Arthur gave the membership code to the salesperson, I saw Sophie smugly pat the dog’s head. She said, “Good boy, Oli. You’re getting a new bag soon.” My nickname coming out of her mouth felt so sticky it was disgusting. While the salesperson was wrapping up, Arthur looked at me mockingly. He said, “Olivia, you can’t even buy a bag for your good friend? So stingy, as expected.” I stared at the faint red marks on his collar, the color exactly matching Sophie’s lipstick today. I sneered, “Mr. Duncan, you’re quite generous.” Arthur mockingly said, “You’re just like it, a stray brought back. Don’t you think you’re quite similar?” This sentence threw me back to the tragic end of my previous life. I felt a buzzing in my ears as Arthur’s mouth kept moving. He said, “I suggest you treat your friend and her dog well. Otherwise, someone as cold and heartless as you shouldn’t dream of becoming a member of the Duncan family.” Looking at his smug expression, I almost felt like throwing up. In my previous life, he always used breaking off the engagement to threaten me. Every time this happened, I would be very obedient to him, simply because I truly wanted to spend my life with him. If I had realized their malicious intentions earlier, perhaps I could have avoided the tragic ending of my previous life. Suddenly, the dog in Sophie’s arms started barking wildly. It was forcibly put into a bag identical to mine, struggling uncomfortably. And the black spot behind its ear had become too noticeable to ignore. I no longer cared about what happened next. I returned home in a daze. After a while, Grace came to call me for dinner. At the dining table, Harry and Grace looked at me lovingly. Grace said, “Olivia, you’ve had a tough time outside. Now, we’ll take good care of you.” “We never gave up looking for you. Thanks to fortune-teller Hunter Gray, who calculated your location. He’s truly amazing.” I was also a bit moved. After I came home, Harry and Grace couldn’t wait to give me all the best things in the world. But later, Sophie replaced me. Fear filled my heart, and I couldn’t swallow the food in my mouth. Grace continued, “Unfortunately, Hunter refused to accept our gratitude money. He’s truly skilled.” A thought quickly flashed through my mind. I thought, “Maybe Hunter can save me.” I smiled and said, “Dad, Mom, I want to personally thank this fortune-teller.” On Saturday, I set off early in the morning and finally climbed to the church on the mountain top by 2 p.m. When I walked in and saw Hunter, I was stunned. I always thought he would be an old man, but he turned out to be a handsome young man. He was dressed in simple clothes, his eyes deep and calm, nodding to me in greeting. He said, “Hello, Ms. Marshall.” I snapped out of it and quickly returned his greeting. Hunter said, “No need to be formal, just call me Hunter.” I briefly described the events to Hunter, leaving out the part about reincarnation, only mentioning it as a very realistic dream. After listening, his calm face turned serious. Hunter said, “Soul-Swapping Spell? I didn’t expect anyone to actually use such an evil spell.” “I need to look into a way to undo it. In the meantime, avoid contact with that dog. Wait for me to return.” I almost cried while thanking him. Before leaving, Hunter handed me a small box. Inside was a cross necklace. Hunter said, “Put it under your pillow, it can temporarily protect your soul from disturbance.”

After coming down from the mountain, I immediately claimed I was sick and stayed home to recover. And Sophie came to chat with me every day. She would ask me what I ate today and what kind of clothes I was wearing. If I didn’t reply, she would directly make a video call. She said, “Oli misses you. Olivia, when can we come visit you?” I didn’t dare to seem too resistant, so I replied to her intermittently. Arthur would drop by to see me from time to time. He claimed to be visiting, but he was actually monitoring me. Harry and Grace, however, welcomed him, thinking we had a great relationship. I couldn’t stand his behavior anymore and pulled him into the nearby living room. I asked, “Don’t you prefer Sophie? I’ll make it happen for you. Let’s call off the engagement.” Arthur just laughed. He stepped closer, lifting my chin. He said, “Are you jealous? It’s because you’re not as carefree as she is.” “If your face matched Sophie’s tricks in bed, I can’t imagine how thrilling it would be.” Alarms went off in my mind. In my previous life, was it for this reason that he swapped my soul into a dog’s body and let Sophie take over mine? I almost escaped his control. On the seventh day after Hunter left, he still hadn’t sent me any messages. I sent him countless messages, from asking about progress to eventually pleading for help, but got no response. Sophie, however, kept sending messages persistently: [Olivia, are you still not feeling better? Should I bring you some supplements?] I stared at that message, my fingers trembling, and replied: [No, I might infect you.] Fear and unease filled my heart as I tossed the phone aside. Compared to my previous life, I’ve hardly had much contact with dogs, so there shouldn’t be any problem. On the twenty-seventh day, Hunter finally called me. He said, “I found a solution in Los Angeles. I’m getting on a plane right now and coming to your place.” Before I could speak, tears streamed down my face. The me in the mirror looked extremely haggard, red-eyed, and seemed to have lost about eleven pounds. After hanging up, I kept praying in the room. Suddenly, the loud cheerful music from downstairs interrupted me. I opened the door in confusion and saw that the first-floor hall had already been decorated in vibrant colors. Looking closely, Sophie was directing the servants to arrange the cake, completely exuding the demeanor of a hostess. The dog was not there. Seeing me, she immediately ran over and held onto me. Then, she affectionately said, “Olivia, today marks the 16th anniversary of our friendship. Mr. Marshall, Mrs. Marshall, and I have prepared a surprise for you.” I watched her warily, while Harry and Grace warmly thanked her. Grace said, “Olivia hasn’t been going out lately. Sophie, luckily you came.” Harry said, “With such a good friend like you by her side, we feel reassured.” Sophie smiled and handed over a box. Inside was a white dress. She said, “This is my gift for you. Go try it on.” Seeing the relieved expressions of Harry and Grace, I could only put on the dress. But unexpectedly, when I came downstairs after changing, I ran into Arthur coming in with that dog. Fear instantly spread through my whole body. I couldn’t care about appearances and let out a scream. Arthur frowned tightly and said sternly, “Olivia, what’s wrong with you?” Everyone’s eyes were on me. Sophie lowered her head and said sadly, “Olivia, don’t dislike it. Before coming, I already bathed Oli. It won’t dirty your house.” The prolonged tension made me lose my mind the moment I saw the dog. I said coldly, “What are you pretending for? Naming the dog like that is just mocking me, isn’t it?” After saying that, I turned and fled back to my room. I didn’t touch the dog, so it should be fine. But the next second, strange white fur appeared on the skin under my skirt. I watched helplessly as my fingers turned black, twisted, and shrank. Then, my hand turned into an animal’s paw.

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The year my family went bankrupt, I clung to Frederick Thomson and spent the last night with him. The next morning, I threw the last bit of money at Frederick. I told him, “You can go find another rich person now. You don’t have to force yourself to serve an ugly woman like me anymore.” Afterward, I was kicked out of my home by those coming to liquidate the assets. Because of the birthmark on my face, everyone pointed at it and mocked me. Meanwhile, Frederick’s friends were celebrating, cheering that he could finally start a new life. They told him, “Frederick, with your looks, plenty of beautiful and wealthy girls would fight over you. Why did you have to lose your mind back then and let that ugly woman take advantage of you?” “She’s bankrupt now, so she probably won’t bother you anymore, right?” Five years later, Frederick transformed from the poor campus heartthrob into a rising star in the business world. In an interview room, he flipped through my resume, but his gaze lingered on my photo for a long time. He asked calmly, “You’re 28? You already have a child?” I met his scrutinizing gaze and introduced myself, “Yes. My name is Isabella Fraser, I’m married, and I have a daughter.” Now I’ve changed my name, and the large birthmark on my face is gone. Frederick didn’t recognize me. I never thought the resume I sent would end up in Frederick’s hands, and that he would personally interview me. The moment I pushed the door open and saw him, my breath faltered for a moment. Frederick sat behind the desk, a pair of rimless glasses perched on his high nose. He was reviewing my resume. His gaze shifted from my photo to my face, with a probing look in his eyes. Frederick asked, “Isabella? You graduated from the University of Washington? You’re here applying for the personal assistant position?” He tapped the table with his fingers and looked up at me. “Do you know what a personal assistant means?” “To put it bluntly, it’s like being a nanny. I have a lot of daily tasks. You’ll need to pay attention to many details.” He kept talking, but my thoughts had already drifted back to the night we parted ways years ago. That night, Frederick was wearing a faded shirt. I tore off the button on his collar, then pushed him onto the bed and kissed him passionately without any order. I said cruel words to him, “The happiest person to hear about my bankruptcy must be you, right? You finally don’t have to humble yourself to serve me anymore. Seeing my face, does it disgust you?” “Don’t worry. Even if I’m bankrupt, I can still afford to buy one more night with you.” Frederick stayed silent, his eyes deep. Then, just like before, he skillfully wrapped his arm around my waist. At the end, I threw him a bank card. That also marked the end of my ridiculous earlier life. “Have you made up your mind?” Frederick asked. He tapped the table with his fingers, his voice cold and his gaze calm. He didn’t recognize me. I instinctively touched my face. The bluish-purple birthmark was gone, and so were the rashes caused by various cosmetics. My face now is slightly thin, with no makeup, clean and plain, completely unrecognizable from the person I used to be. What’s more, I even changed my name. I said, “I’ve made up my mind.” I forced down the surging emotions inside and temporarily regained a calm exterior. Frederick said, “Great, you can start now. I’ll have my secretary Jaxon Anderson brief you on the details.” Then, he raised his hand, signaling me to leave, without giving me another glance. I tactfully stepped out. The moment I closed the office door, my anxious heart finally settled. If possible, I never want to have much to do with Frederick again in this lifetime. In school, he was someone everyone saw as untouchable, while dirty, despicable, mean, and ugly were the labels attached to me. It was me who insisted on using money to buy and trample on Frederick’s dignity. I selfishly gave birth to a daughter, Hallie Fraser. Sadly, Hallie has now been diagnosed with a brain tumor and must undergo surgery. It’s like an unbreakable, unhealthy bond. For Hallie, I went to his company again. In the following days, I remained restless and unable to focus. Hallie’s surgery is approaching, so I have a lot to prepare. When I asked Frederick for leave the third time, his response was merciless. He said, “This is the last time. If it happens again, don’t come back.” I understand too. But today is Hallie’s birthday. She really wants to go to the amusement park. With the surgery approaching, I’m really scared she might never have the chance again. I clenched my teeth and still took Hallie to the amusement park until the afternoon. When we were heading back, the sky suddenly poured with heavy rain, and we took shelter under the eaves by the street. Just as I opened my phone to call a ride, Hallie suddenly broke free from my hand and stumbled out to pick up a fallen toy. By the time I reacted, Hallie had already run into the rain. Seeing a car speeding through the rain in the distance, I instantly became tense, almost screaming out loud. But a large hand pulled Hallie back before I could. “Isabella.” His voice was cold and low in the pouring rain. I froze, looked up, feeling like I was dreaming. Frederick stood in front of me, holding Hallie’s hand tightly. He wasn’t holding an umbrella, and rain kept streaming down his hair, cheeks, and chin, soaking his expensive suit. His expression was as distant and stern as ever, but there was a faint trace of anger in it. I said, “Thank you, Mr. Thomson.” Immediately, I hurriedly pulled Hallie behind me. This time, I didn’t teach Hallie to say thank you as I usually would. Frederick glanced at us and coldly said, “Get in the car.”

When Frederick had a cold expression, he gave off a strong sense of oppression. I got into his car with Hallie, my heart racing. My hand unconsciously clenched the hem of my clothes, wrinkling them. The hair on his forehead was still dripping water, and he handed me a towel. Frederick said, “Don’t let the child catch a cold.” I was still stunned, but Hallie had already taken the towel and said crisply, “Thank you.” Frederick’s expression softened a lot. His gaze fell on my dazed face, and he frowned again. He asked, “Did you take the day off just to get caught in the rain?” As soon as he spoke, he seemed to realize his tone was a bit stern. He rubbed his aching temples and asked, “Where are you going?” “Central Hospital,” Hallie answered quickly. As if defending me, she said, “Mom came to celebrate my birthday today. I’ve been in the hospital for so long, and it’s been ages since I went out to have fun.” Frederick was stunned, looking at the fearless little girl in front of him. Her face was slightly thin, with a sickly pallor that made her eyes seem even larger and rounder, and unusually bright. As she blinked at him, an inexplicable and strangely indefinable feeling arose in Frederick’s heart. He felt the child looked vaguely familiar and, almost as if driven by something uncontrollable, asked, “Where’s her dad?” “He passed away a long time ago,” I quickly said my first words after getting in the car. Then, as if trying to cover something up, I changed the subject and said, “Thank you, Mr. Thomson. There have been some matters on her side recently, so I’ve been busy. I won’t let this happen again and will complete my work properly.” After I finished speaking, Frederick’s gaze shifted from Hallie to me. His stern face, with those deep eyes, startled me. I instinctively avoided his gaze. Frederick no longer wanted to say more. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, and simply instructed the driver, “To Central Hospital.” The car quickly arrived at the destination. Frederick got out of the car before me. He pulled out a black umbrella and lightly tapped the handle with his fingers, signaling me to get out. “Thank you, Mr. Thomson. You don’t need to see us off. I’ll return the umbrella to you tomorrow,” I said softly, just wanting to leave quickly. “I only have this umbrella.” He stood in front of the car door, his chest broad. His soft voice came from above my head. He meant that if he lent it to me, he would be without an umbrella. I had no choice but to give up, then held Hallie and squeezed under the same umbrella with him. I was very close to him. Frederick could catch a faint scent of laundry detergent lingering at the tip of his nose. For some reason, he found the smell somewhat familiar, and his heart started beating irregularly. He took a deep breath and started talking to distract himself. Frederick said, “You’ve been at work for less than a month, took a few hours off a couple of times before, and now a whole day off today. You’re even busier than me.” I felt both ashamed and anxious, keeping my head down without saying a word. Walking into the hospital, I handed Hallie to the doctor for a checkup. When I turned around, I saw Frederick still standing behind me, showing no intention of leaving. I stepped forward, smiling awkwardly, and said, “Mr. Thomson, do you have any other plans? I’ve taken care of my personal matters and can return to work now.” He didn’t answer my question, only asked, “What’s wrong with her?” I didn’t understand what he meant, so I answered truthfully, “She has a tumor and needs surgery.” Frederick said, “If that’s the case, I suggest you find a new job.” I was stunned and looked up at him. His expression was as calm and indifferent as ever. Frederick suddenly changed the subject and said in a condescending tone, “Being my personal assistant is demanding. I don’t need someone who’s always distracted and unfocused wasting time here.” His words were very direct, so direct that they were a bit harsh. A buzzing sound rang in my ears. The corners of my eyes turned red, and I let out a cold laugh, saying, “I’ve only been here for a week. Mr. Thomson, what makes you think I’m just here to slack off?” “I took leave, first because I had a valid reason, and second, after completing my work. I don’t think I did anything wrong.” Frederick listened to every word without missing a beat and, unusually, remained silent. He stared into my eyes, noticing a different emotion in me for the first time. From the first time he met me, he felt that my quietness was strange, or rather, that I was avoiding something. Until now, he met my gaze, saw through my evasive eyes, and realized these eyes seemed somewhat familiar. So, he abruptly said, “Have we met somewhere before?”

It felt like all the blood in my body stopped flowing for a moment. Nervous, my tightly clenched palms were drenched in sweat. I asked, “Mr. Thomson, are you changing the subject? Do you think what I just said was so accurate that you can’t refute it?” I lifted my head, trying to interrupt Frederick’s absurd assumptions with sharp words. He paused noticeably for two seconds. Those two seconds felt endless, tugging at my heart. Frederick said, “You’re right, I was wrong.” He let out a soft chuckle, his tone sounding like he was mocking himself. After speaking, he turned and left. The next day, everything at the company was as usual. When Frederick appeared, he didn’t spare me a glance, as if nothing had happened. Near the end of the workday, Jaxon walked out of the office, looking a bit unwell. He muttered softly, “Why did Mr. Thomson suddenly ask me to look into a college classmate?” The words “college classmate” reached my ears. My heart felt like a massive tsunami had been unleashed. I asked with difficulty, “Jaxon, who is Mr. Thomson asking about? Maybe I know them.” “Oh, right, you both graduated from the University of Washington. She’s a woman named Arabella Paterson,” Jaxon said, kindly flipping open a printed photo to show me. The girl in the photo had heavy makeup on, but the bluish-black birthmark clung to her face like a demon’s claw, strikingly obvious. Frederick is looking for me. This news felt like a thorn, piercing my heart and making me increasingly uneasy. So, when Frederick called me into the office at noon as usual, I was still a bit dazed. While making coffee for him, I could feel his cold gaze filled with intense scrutiny. He asked, “Isabella, you also graduated from the University of Washington. Which department were you in? You look somewhat familiar to me.” My whole body tensed up, gripping the coffee cup tightly, even my breathing trembled. I replied, “I was in the Department of Communication. During college, I participated in several volunteer activities. Maybe I ran into Mr. Thomson back then.” “Oh, really?” Frederick took the coffee cup, his gaze falling on the rippling liquid inside, and smiled ambiguously. Then, he suddenly said, “Do you know Arabella from the Department of Economics?” “I think I’ve heard of her, but I don’t really remember,” I replied with a forced smile. Fortunately, Frederick didn’t seem to mind the perfunctory tone in my words and just nodded lightly. I quickly finished organizing the files on hand and then left the office. I didn’t notice Frederick’s gaze shift from my back to the desk in front of him. He picked up the two photos on the desk and tried to overlap them. After work that day, my rarely used email inexplicably received a message. It was actually my former university professor. He said my thesis needed a random check and asked me to provide a phone number for contact. The doctor beside me was advising me on precautions for Hallie’s surgery. So I didn’t even think about whether the message was real or not. I quickly replied with a string of numbers, then turned off my phone to focus on listening to the doctor. After leaving the consultation room, I walked through the hallway toward Hallie’s ward. But I froze when I saw the scene in front of me. In the distance, Hallie was holding Frederick’s hand and waving at me from afar. My hand gripped the doorknob tightly, my whole body tensed up. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and quickened my pace. Hallie tilted her little head, speaking as her voice gradually became clearer. She said, “I’m not afraid of pain. I’ll be just like Mom. Mom once fought and defeated a big monster on her face. I can definitely beat the demon inside me too.” Hallie’s words were a bit confusing, and Frederick seemed not to understand. He paused for a moment and asked, “What?” I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stopped Hallie from continuing. “Hallie.” A passing nurse greeted me and praised, “Isabella, Hallie really looks like her dad.” I hurriedly said, “He’s not. Hallie’s dad passed away a long time ago.” No one knew my panic at that moment. The intense heartbeat almost shattered my eardrums, and my voice came out dry and strained. The nurse awkwardly walked away. Frederick nodded at me, his gaze calm, seemingly unfazed by the nurse’s words. I breathed a sigh of relief. Taking Hallie’s hand, I thanked Frederick. Hallie’s surgery is less than two days away. I’m struggling with how to ask Frederick for leave. Jaxon walked out of the office with a worried look. His eyes met mine, and he seemed about to say something but stopped. He sighed and finally said, “Isabella, be honest with me. Which school are you really from? This can’t be faked.” My hand trembled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead. I could only pretend to be confused and forced a smile. “Jaxon, what do you mean by this? I graduated from the University of Washington.” Jaxon said, “Mr. Thomson asked me to check on you. There’s no one named Isabella Fraser in the University of Washington’s Department of Communication.” It felt like something exploded in my head. At that moment, my mind went blank, unable to think. “Think about how you’re going to explain this to Mr. Thomson later,” he advised. I stood there, unable to move. It took a full minute before my clogged mind started thinking again. I quickly wrote my resignation letter, packed up my desk, and marched straight into Frederick’s office. I said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Thomson. I admit I’m not a University of Washington graduate. I faked my credentials and deceived you.” “Hallie is having surgery in a couple of days. I can’t handle this job, and I don’t have the face to continue.” “Thank you for taking care of me this past month. I’ve left my resignation letter here.” I couldn’t give Frederick the chance to keep investigating. Otherwise, he would find out that Isabella was actually called Arabella five years ago. For this, I clenched my teeth and walked forward with my head down. I was about to throw the resignation letter onto Frederick’s desk and run, but a large hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up and saw Frederick’s eyes filled with complex emotions. He said slowly and firmly, “Arabella, how much longer are you going to mess with me?” His words dragged me back to the most unbearable past.

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My name is Diana Murray. My boss, Julian Grant, got a new girlfriend, Sofia Jackson. The first time we met, she was openly hostile toward me. She looked me up and down and sneered, “You’re Julian’s secretary? The rumored mistress?” I was momentarily speechless, staring at her in disbelief. I am indeed Julian’s secretary. After graduation, my dad, Aiden Murray, specifically arranged for me to learn company management under Julian. Over the past year, I’ve been working overtime almost every night, handling piles of documents. Everyone says I’m the hardest worker in the company. How did Julian dating someone turn into me being rumored as his mistress? ***** When Julian brought Sofia to the office, I happened to be delivering documents to his office. She held onto his arm, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor. The moment I looked up, our eyes met. The smile on her face suddenly faded a bit. “And who is this?” she asked softly. Julian remained calm and smiled, “She’s my secretary, Diana Murray. She just graduated recently and is very reliable.” I gave her a polite nod. Sofia responded faintly, but her gaze remained fixed on my face. The next second, she suddenly leaned closer to Julian and softly said, “Julian, is she the rumored little mistress you’ve been hiding in the company?” My hands paused. Julian immediately frowned. “Nonsense. Where did you hear that?” He seemed to sense the tension and softened his tone. “Don’t you already know who’s around me? Ms. Murray is my colleague, highly capable. Don’t joke like that again.” Sofia pouted, looking aggrieved. “But it’s all over the company, saying you’re especially protective of a secretary, not letting her handle even the smallest tasks.” She glanced at me sideways, then turned to Julian, her voice even softer. “And look, Ms. Murray is indeed beautiful, and you admire her abilities so much. Isn’t it normal for me to feel jealous?” She suddenly laughed and said to me, “But since Julian says so, of course, I believe him. Ms. Murray, make sure to keep your distance from him in the future.” The corner of my mouth twitched slightly. Her words truly carried a deeper meaning. On the surface, she acted coy and vulnerable, but in reality, she shifted all the blame onto me, implying that I was the one being inappropriate and scheming. I lowered my eyes and stayed silent. I don’t deny having other intentions toward Julian, but they’re definitely not what she imagines. Murray Group is internally selecting a general manager to join the headquarters. As the chairman’s daughter, I chose to join the branch as a secretary, both to learn and to closely evaluate the candidates. Julian was originally the most promising candidate. He is capable and bold, someone Aiden holds in high regard. But now, seeing his sharp-tongued, possessive girlfriend, I have to reconsider. Julian stepped out to greet a visitor, leaving only Sofia and me in the office. She immediately seemed like a different person, bouncing over to me, casually picking up the freshly trimmed flower branch, and sniffing it lightly. She said, “Ms. Murray, you’re not mad at me, are you?” She tilted her head, but her gaze was cold and devoid of warmth. I responded calmly, “No.” She let out a soft laugh and lowered her voice. “Because I took the position you wanted most.” “Now it’s me standing by his side, and in the future, I’ll be his wife.” “And you? After being by his side for so long, you ended up with nothing. Don’t you think it’s a pity?” I looked her straight in the eye, my tone calm. “Ms. Jackson, I’ve already said, Mr. Grant and I are just superior and subordinate.” “Stop pretending,” she sneered. “Secretaries like you act all professional, but behind the scenes, aren’t you just trying to seduce your boss?” She stepped closer, almost in my face. “If you’re smart, you’ll resign on your own. Don’t wait for Julian to kick you out.” I smiled lightly. “This is a company, please mind your words and actions.” I met her gaze and said coldly, “Does Mr. Grant know about what you’re saying?” She was momentarily speechless. At that moment, Julian pushed the door open and walked in. Sofia’s expression changed instantly. Her eyes reddened, and she choked up as she rushed toward him. “Julian…”

Julian’s words, “She’s still young and easily swayed by rumors,” made me swallow back the words I was about to say. As a secretary, I really shouldn’t clash with my boss’s girlfriend. But as the chairman’s daughter, watching him so unbalanced between work and personal matters, I felt only disappointment. The next morning, I arrived at the company as usual in the family car. As soon as I sat down at my desk, I heard a familiar voice with deliberate curiosity. “Ms. Murray is impressive, always getting chauffeured in luxury cars every day.” Sofia came to the company again. She leaned against the office doorframe, her gaze fixed on me. Several colleagues looked up. I put down my bag and said calmly, “Ms. Jackson, you’re not an employee of this company, so my commuting method shouldn’t be your concern.” “Why wouldn’t it concern me?” she raised her voice slightly, sounding justified. “I’m Julian’s girlfriend. If I see behavior that might affect the company’s image, shouldn’t I have the right to question it?” Hearing the noise, Julian walked out of the office, frowning slightly. “Sofia, this is a workspace. Please don’t disturb the employees.” He turned to me, his expression returning to its usual calm. “Ms. Murray, I’m well aware of your character. However, please try to be mindful of the impact in the future to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.” Sofia was visibly displeased but said nothing more. Julian’s seemingly fair approach made me sneer inwardly. He had no idea who truly needed to correct their behavior. After Julian returned to his office, Sofia quickly walked over to my desk. She lowered her voice, laced with undisguised malice. “Don’t think you’re so great just because Julian spoke up for you. You’re just a secretary, know your place. We’ll see.” I didn’t respond. A branch manager’s girlfriend talking about “position” in front of the Murray Group heir is truly laughable. But I just lowered my eyes, hiding all my emotions. The evaluation isn’t over yet, and my identity can’t be revealed. However, the next morning, I discovered that the 7,000-page bid document on my computer was gone, and the recycle bin had been emptied. This document pertains to the company’s most important project for the second half of the year, worth 800 million dollars, and is also a key assessment of Julian’s team’s execution capabilities. I walked straight into Julian’s office. Sofia was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, as if this were her living room. “Mr. Grant, the bid document was maliciously deleted,” I reported directly, my gaze sweeping over Sofia. “Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Jackson stayed alone in the office area for a long time.” Sofia immediately put down her phone, looking aggrieved. “Julian, I was just waiting for you to finish work. How could I possibly touch the company computer? She’s slandering me.” Julian looked at me with a serious expression. “Ms. Murray, such accusations require evidence. Are you sure it wasn’t a system malfunction?” I responded coldly, “I’m very sure. Deleting the file might be explained as an accident, but emptying the recycle bin is clearly a deliberate action.” Sofia’s eyes suddenly reddened, her acting flawless. “Ms. Murray, I know you like Julian and want to drive me away from him. But you can’t use something like this to slander me!” Julian looked at her but said nothing. In the end, he said to me, “Try to recover the files first. Without solid evidence, don’t accuse anyone recklessly.” I watched him protect Sofia, thought of the seven thousand pages of the bidding proposal, and clenched my fists in anger. I spoke coldly, “Since you want evidence, why don’t I call the police now and investigate whether it was you who deleted it!” Sofia’s face suddenly changed. Julian stood up and reprimanded, “Enough! The bidding documents were your responsibility to keep, and now that they’re gone, it’s your fault!” “Now that the documents are gone, go work overtime immediately and make a new one!” “If the bid fails, I’ll fire you.” Behind him, Sofia gave me a smug smile. She thought she had won. But she didn’t know she had crossed more than just a secretary’s bottom line.

That day, colleagues who thought they could finally leave work on time and rest were all sitting at their desks with gloomy faces, working overtime. But a 7,000-page bidding proposal wasn’t something they could finish in one night. The next day, the project bid failed. Sofia walked into the office with a big bag of coffee and said to everyone, “Oh, it’s all Ms. Murray’s fault for not saving the bidding documents properly, causing everyone to fail the bid.” “Ms. Murray, you should apologize to everyone. Your mistake has cost everyone their year-end bonuses!” I took a deep breath and said coldly, “It was clearly you who used my computer without permission, causing the company to lose an $8 billion project.” Hearing this, everyone turned to Sofia in shock. Sofia’s face turned bright red. “You’re just jealous that I’m with Julian, so you’re deliberately slandering me to force us to break up!” “Let me tell you, even if Julian breaks up with me, he would never fall for a vicious woman like you!” At that moment, Julian happened to walk out of the office. He held Sofia’s hand and looked at me with a grim expression. He said, “Diana, you mix personal matters with work, slander others at will, and caused the company to lose an $800 million project. “As an intern, your lack of ability could be overlooked, but your character is so questionable. You’re fired.” Moments later, I stood at the bottom of the building holding my belongings. I looked back at the company, my gaze turning cold. ***** The next day was the Murray Group’s annual meeting, where all branch managers, executives, and key employees were required to attend at the headquarters. I attended with my dad. Just as I went to get champagne, a piercing voice suddenly rang out. “Diana? What are you doing here!” Sofia walked toward me arm in arm with Julian. She looked me up and down, gritted her teeth, and pointed at me, yelling, “Diana, you shameless homewrecker!” “Do you still dare to deny that you have feelings for Julian?” “To cling to him, you even stole an invitation to sneak in!” Even Julian’s gaze at me carried a hint of wariness. He said, “Diana, I really didn’t expect to see you here.” He coldly ordered, “Security! Throw her out!” Looking at his self-righteous attitude, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I said, “Ms. Jackson, I’ve told you many times to stop talking nonsense.” “You say I sneaked in with a stolen invitation? Where’s the proof?” Sofia sneered sarcastically, “Weren’t you fired? If you didn’t sneak in, how else did you get in?” “Security, get this woman out of here!” The security guards at the venue approached upon hearing the commotion, but when they saw me, they all stopped in their tracks. Julian frowned tightly. “Diana, I’m giving you one last chance—leave here immediately!” “If you keep pestering, I’ll blacklist you in the industry.” Hearing his threat, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Blacklist me? Do you even qualify?”

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Caleb Thorne’s first act upon returning to town was to have his men wreck my little seafood stall. All because five years ago, when he was nothing but a sick, penniless nobody, I’d walked away without looking back. Now, with a gorgeous fiancée on his arm, he scattered a fistful of cash directly in my face. “Eleanor, look at you now. You’re like a dead fish.Where’s all that pride you had when you sold me out for a quick buck” I said nothing. Just bent down to pick up the crumpled bills he’d stepped on. My body was failing by the day since the kidney transplant. This money might just buy me a decent plot to rest in. “Enough!” “Eleanor, who is this pathetic act for? For a few bucks, you’ve lost all your dignity?” Caleb watched my pathetic state, his eyes blazing with fury. I retrieved the last bill from beneath the sole of his polished shoe. Wiped it clean of scales and grime. Then, slowly, I pushed myself to my feet. “Dignity? What does it buy?” “Thank you for your business today, Mr. Thorne. The rest of the fish are on me. If they’re good, feel free to come back.” Caleb’s jaw tightened. The air around him seemed to freeze. “I should have known,” he bit out, each word dipped in ice. “You were always only about the money.” “If Sera hadn’t insisted on fresh seafood today, I would never have seen you again in my life.” At his words, I finally looked up. He hadn’t changed at all in five years. Still handsome. Still radiant. The only thing that had changed was the person by his side-it wasn’t me anymore. Perhaps noticing my silence, Sera Hayes, standing behind him, tugged at his sleeve. “Caleb, don’t talk to Ellie like that. She’s had a pretty tough time these past few years since leaving you.” Then she offered me an apologetic smile. “Ellie, I’m really sorry.” “Caleb just has that temper. He’s not very patient with strangers and can be a bit harsh. Don’t take it to heart.” I dug my nails into my palms, just barely managing to hold back the sting in my eyes. Right, that’s just how Caleb was. “How about this, Ellie? You keep these fish to sell. We only need two.” “Caleb doesn’t really like fish, but I was craving Mrs. Thorne’s special baked cod. Buying too much means we wouldn’t finish it, so two is plenty.” Just as Sera finished speaking and moved towards the fish tank, Caleb stopped her with his arm. “Don’t touch those. It’s so cold today, what if you catch a chill?” “Let her do it.” I skillfully bent down and scooped out the fish. Everything was routine, but when Caleb protectively cupped Sera’s reddened hands to his chest, my filleting knife slipped, slicing straight into my palm. Caleb took the cleaned fish, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at my bleeding hand. “Well, Eleanor, do you regret abandoning me five years ago when I was gravely ill?”

I looked at his face, overlapping with the pale, sickly one from my memories. Regret? Five years ago, Caleb Thorne’s startup failed, and soon after, he was admitted to the ICU with uremia. The funds raised for his startup had practically drained all our savings. To cover the exorbitant medical bills, I took on every job imaginable. At my worst, I ate only one meal a day and slept only three hours. I worked at my office during the day, then delivered takeout at night. I pushed myself to the limit, just barely managing to keep Caleb alive. Without a suitable kidney donor, he was constantly in danger. Watching his face grow gaunt day by day, I practically begged everyone I knew. Until that night, the doctor found me. He said they found a match. But the person who matched Caleb was me. Before I could respond, Caleb’s cold voice cut through my thoughts. “I don’t regret it one bit.” “If you hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have met someone as amazing as Sera.” “And I wouldn’t have seen through your hypocritical, selfish facade.” Caleb finished speaking and turned away without hesitation, pulling Sera into their car. I replayed his words of relief in my mind, a numb smile twisting my lips. The next second, a nosebleed gushed out, unstoppable. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. Looking at the sterile white ceiling, I skillfully pulled out the IV needle. Grabbing my things, I walked out. I hadn’t gone far when two familiar figures appeared. My steps automatically paused as I saw the “Obstetrics & Gynecology” sign. Caleb was holding Sera, his eyes full of happiness as he looked at the report in his hand. My heart fluttered, and for a moment, I thought back five years. Back then, Caleb’s eyes were only for me. He said that once he recovered, we’d have a child and build our own little family. Now, he finally got his wish. It just wasn’t with me. I shook my head, and the report in my hand suddenly slipped, scattering papers across the floor. Caleb finally noticed me. He picked up the reports from the ground, his brows furrowed as he read the dense text. “Severe kidney damage… late stage…” “What is this?” I hastily snatched the report, breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t fully read it. Caleb scoffed. “Eleanor, who taught you this trick? Faking an illness just to get money? Did you not manage to snag a rich guy after leaving me?” I clutched the report tightly, listening to his taunts in silence. Five years ago, after Caleb received another critical condition notice, I broke up with him. “Caleb Thorne, I want a rich life. Look at you now, you can’t even move on your own. What right do you have to ask me to stay and suffer with you?” My words were cold, final. It was the first time I’d ever seen Caleb cry. He clutched my hand, his own trembling, begging for more time, begging me not to go. That day, I walked away without looking back. And straight into the operating room, where I gave up a kidney. So Caleb, to this day, he still has no idea that the very thing that saved his life… was taken from me.

“If you want money so badly, fine.” “Sera and I are getting married. I remember you designed a wedding dress. How much do you want for it? I’ll buy it.” Caleb tightly clasped Sera’s hand, looking at me with absolute certainty. My breath hitched, and my heart gave a sharp lurch. That wedding dress was my first creation. The day it was finished, Caleb held the design sketch, grinning like a kid. He said he could picture how beautiful I’d look in it just by glancing at it. Now he wanted that very dress for someone else. Even though I knew deep down that I’d never get to wear it for Caleb, hearing him offer it to another woman still sent a pang of pain through my chest. After a long moment, I finally managed to find my voice. “Sure, it depends on how much Mr. Thorne is willing to pay. If the price is right, it’s yours.” Caleb’s expression was filled with scorn. “Eleanor, you really are obsessed with money. I truly don’t know how I ever fell for a woman like you.” With that, he didn’t spare me another glance, pulling Sera past me. I clenched the report so tightly my fingers ached. I thought after that day at the fish stand, we wouldn’t run into each other again. But it turned out Northwood was a terrifyingly small city. Caleb hated me, but even through my pain, I felt a flicker of perverse relief. Hate was fine. If love was gone, at least there was hate. That way, if I ever left, he might forget our past, but he’d remember this hate. Hate lasts longer than love, doesn’t it? I forced a bitter smile, wiping away the trickling nosebleed, and slowly pushed myself up against the wall. But before I could turn to leave, a familiar female voice spoke up behind me. “Eleanor, I thought when you agreed to leave Caleb, you’d finally understood, that you’d be willing to let him go.” “I never imagined you’d remain so stubborn. Five years have passed, Caleb doesn’t care about you anymore, so how dare you shamelessly show up again?” “Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been secretly sending letters to Caleb all these years! Do you know that if I hadn’t intercepted them, Caleb would have been ruined by a terrible person like you?!” Without Caleb by her side, Sera was like a different person. Her eyes were filled with hatred, her face twisted into a vicious sneer. I wasn’t surprised by her sudden change in attitude. In fact, her previous pretense of being gentle and generous had always disgusted me. When I first met Sera, she was already skilled at pretense. Back then, I felt pity for how sweet and mature the girl seemed. Even though Caleb and I were just starting our business and funds were incredibly tight, I still set aside a portion each month to help her with her studies. Sera would always sweetly call me “Ellie” back then, and I was fooled by her act. Until Caleb fell ill, and she immediately cut off contact with us. The next time I saw her, she was by Caleb’s side, taking my place. And I, due to the kidney donation, was deteriorating day by day. I still remember what Sera said to me when she and Caleb were about to go abroad. She said. “Ellie, in your current state, you can’t be there for Caleb, and you can’t share his burdens. You’ll only drag him down.” “Don’t you love him most? Can you really bear to see such an excellent Caleb dragged down by you?” “This opportunity to go abroad is one Caleb has waited a long time for. Can you really bear to ruin it with your own selfish desires? I hope you won’t contact Caleb anymore. Instead of having him fall from his pedestal with a burden, it’s better to discard something useless, don’t you agree?” I hated her hypocrisy, and I hated how easily she took everything that belonged to me. But one thing she said was indeed true. I really didn’t want such a bright and proud Caleb to become bogged down because of me. If he were confined to my sickbed every day, worrying about my illness, that would indeed be selfish. So I endured. For a long time, I didn’t contact him. Only during treatments, when the pain became unbearable, would I send him a letter. For five years, I always hoped. Maybe one day, Caleb would reply to me. Even a word or two of concern? But there was nothing. I thought Caleb truly hated me, but I never expected Sera to have interfered. “Eleanor, why are you so persistent? Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t appear in front of Caleb again?” Sera glared at me, as if I’d stolen something precious from her. I just lifted my eyes, giving her a faint glance. “Agreed? I don’t recall us agreeing on anything.” “Sera Hayes, if your memory is failing, go get your head checked. Don’t waste my time here. I don’t think we have anything to catch up on.” I turned to leave, but Sera quickly grabbed my arm. Seeing I wasn’t budging, she clearly became exasperated. “Eleanor, are you regretting it now? Seeing Caleb has money again, you want to snatch him back, don’t you?” “I’m telling you, don’t even think about it!” “I’m carrying Caleb’s child now. His heart and his side belong only to me!” Watching her agitated expression, I found it amusing. “I don’t recall ever abandoning him. Besides, if I hadn’t wanted to avoid holding him back, you wouldn’t be in the picture at all.” “You’re so tense right now, could it be you’re afraid I’ll tell Caleb what really happened back then?” Sera’s face immediately stiffened as I hit a nerve. After a long pause, she bit out, “Eleanor, do you dare to bet that Caleb won’t care about you at all now? Between you and me, no matter what, he’ll only choose me!”

I thought Caleb’s offer to buy my wedding dress design was just him being spiteful. But to my surprise, he actually showed up. I had just delivered some fish to Mrs. Jenkins, my neighbor, and turned around to see Caleb’s stormy face. “Eleanor, what are you doing living here? Who gave you permission to come back?” “Or do you think I’m foolish enough to forgive and forget, and then coddle you, beg you to come back like before?” I paused, then slowly shook my head. “No, it’s just that the rent here is cheap. Mr. Thorne, you’re flattering yourself.” “It’s just an apartment. There’s no hidden agenda.” I clenched my jaw, just barely managing to keep my emotions from spilling out. This rental apartment was where we’d lived during the two hardest years of our startup. Here, we’d leaned on each other, promising forever. So when Caleb left, I immediately rented it back. Caleb coldly averted his gaze. “You’d better truly think that way. Don’t harbor any other intentions.” “There’s ten thousand dollars on this card. Is that enough for your design sketch?” I stiffened, looking at the card. Ten thousand was enough to buy ten design sketches, and to cover my treatments for a long time. But looking at him, I couldn’t bring myself to agree. I simply couldn’t accept that everything that was once mine was now being given to another woman by him. “What, are you regretting it now?” Caleb sneered, seeing my silence. Ten thousand dollars to sever everything between us-it was more than enough. I subconsciously wanted to speak, but a gentle female voice beat me to it. “Ellie, Caleb isn’t bothering you, is he?” “He said he had a surprise for me this morning, I didn’t expect it was to come here to get your design.” “Don’t mind him, he’s like a big kid sometimes. He just proposed yesterday, and today he’s already impatient to plan the wedding dress.” Sera walked up in a simple white dress, naturally linking her arm through Caleb’s. My throat tightened as I saw the diamond ring she deliberately showed off. It was from Eternity Jewels’ “Eternal Bond” collection, the one I’d fallen in love with at first sight. Back then, we were dirt poor, but Caleb had firmly told me. One day, he would buy it for me. Now he had the means, but the one wearing that ring was no longer me. Caleb skillfully enveloped her hand in his, his face filled with worry. “What are you doing here? You can’t stand places like this. What if you get hurt on the way?” Sera playfully nestled into his arms. “You suddenly disappeared, and I got worried, silly. Besides, I’m not a child anymore.” Then she smiled at me, feigning helplessness. “Sorry, Ellie, for making you watch our little show. Caleb always thinks I’m helpless. Every time I go out alone, he worries for ages.” I numbly twitched my lips, feeling like every second spent standing there was agony. Before I could move, Sera grabbed my arm. “Ellie, are you going to get the design? I’ll come with you. We can see if there’s anything that needs changing.” “Caleb, us girls are going to have some private chat, so don’t come over!” Caleb nodded, his eyes full of adoration for the playful Sera. I was pulled into the room by Sera. As soon as the door closed, Sera scoffed. “I knew you hadn’t given up! What design sketch? It’s clearly just an excuse to see Caleb.” “And deliberately living here, are you trying to make Caleb remember the past and come back to you?” “Dream on!” I was tired of listening to her rant and wanted to find the design so she’d leave. But Sera relentlessly held onto me, ready to slap my face. I instinctively pushed her away. With almost imperceptible force, Sera shrieked and began to fall backward. Before I could react, a strong hand suddenly grabbed my arm. He pulled me hard, and I instantly tumbled down the stairs. In the dilapidated stairwell, my nosebleed wouldn’t stop. I lay on the concrete floor, bruised and disheveled. Caleb, however, acted as if he didn’t see me, only caring to scoop Sera into his arms, repeatedly checking on her. Only after confirming she was unharmed did he let out a shaky sigh of relief. Then his shadowy gaze landed on me. “Eleanor, who gave you the guts to lay a hand on Sera?” “If anything happens to her or the baby, you’ll regret it!” I was in too much pain to think clearly. My nose bled endlessly as I tried to open my mouth.. Before I could speak, the iron door next door clanged open Mrs. Jenkins saw me covered in blood and screamed. “What have you done to her?!” “Eleanor had a kidney transplant! She had a kidney transplant! Her body can’t take this! Didn’t you know that?”

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My best friend and I married into the powerful Sterling family together. I got the eldest son, Julian. She got Damon, the younger. We got pregnant in the same month. We went into labor on the same day. I gave birth to a boy with a failing heart. The Sterlings treated him, and me, like a stain on their legacy. My best friend, Seraphina, delivered a healthy, robust boy. He became the family’s golden child. To save my son, Julian and I sacrificed our inheritance, willingly cut off from the family. Later, the child recovered, but he recognized Seraphina as his mother. Julian and I froze to death by the roadside. Only after I died did I learn the child with the failing heart was Seraphina’s. She swept them. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day we were due to give birth… “Rory,” her voice drifted gently from the next bed, “do you think our babies will be boys or girls?” I slowly opened my eyes and looked over. My best friend, Seraphina, was gently caressing her baby bump, a soft, maternal glow on her face. I stared at her, my mind reeling. My hand, hidden beneath the blankets, savagely pinched my skin. The pain was sharp. Real. It was true. I was back, trapped once more in the sterile limbo of the delivery room. She’d asked me the same question in our last life. Back then, I’d been blind, answering with a laugh, “Boy or girl, as long as it’s mine, I’ll love it.” “And what if the baby isn’t healthy? Will you still love it?” Her voice floated over again. The words were a perfect echo of the past. Last time, I’d been blind. This time, I knew. She had already known her baby would have problems. The swap had been her plan all along. In my previous life, I’d laughed it off. “Relax, Sera! We’re on the Sterling estate, with doctors on call. Our babies are going to be perfect. Don’t scare yourself, and definitely don’t scare me. You know I’m a big softie.” But Seraphina pressed, needing a firm answer. I gave her one. “If it’s my child, I’ll love it and care for it.” “You better mean that, Rory!” she beamed, a flicker of triumph in her eyes I’d been too naive to recognize. I never knew, then, that every word was a step in her design. Now, the same question hung in the air between us. I immediately turned my head and pressed the nurse call button. Kim, my assigned nurse, was at my side in an instant. “Mrs.Rory Sterling, what can I do for you?” she asked softly. “I need to be moved to a private delivery room. I don’t want to stay in here with her.” Kim blinked, but nodded. As the elder Sterling daughter-in-law in active labor, a sudden odd request wasn’t unheard of. “One moment, please. I’ll arrange it immediately.” Seraphina anxiously called out, “Kim, wait!” “Ma’am, shall I call your nurse for you?” Kim asked politely. Seraphina snapped, ignoring the courtesy. “Don’t you dare move her.” Kim’s eyes sought mine. “Mrs. Sterling?” “Proceed. Now.” I calmly instructed. Kim nodded and left the room. Seraphina glared at me, her face darkening. “Rory, what is this? Are we not best friends anymore?” We used to be. In my past life, we were. But not anymore. This time, I wouldn’t let her wicked schemes succeed. That ungrateful, cold-hearted brat? They could have him.

“Seraphina, I always considered you my closest friend, but I never expected you to suggest my baby might be unhealthy. Until my child is born, I don’t want to see you.” After saying my piece, I turned away, not wanting to look at her. I was afraid if I looked at her any longer, I wouldn’t be able to control the rage boiling inside me. Seraphina didn’t notice my unusual change. She just thought I was upset about her comments regarding the baby’s health. She immediately started explaining, “Rory, that’s not what I meant! I’m just so nervous about giving birth, that’s all. Please don’t overthink it.” “We promised we’d deliver together, and spend our recovery chatting in the same room. You can’t leave me now!” At the end, Seraphina resorted to her usual trick. Her eyes welled up, looking at me as if she were the most wronged person in the world. In my past life, I’d given in to her emotional manipulation time and time again, which is why she always got what she wanted from me. But this time, I wouldn’t yield. “Seraphina, until my baby is born, I don’t want to hear anything negative. And your persuasion won’t change my mind.” Seeing my resolve, Seraphina stopped trying to convince me. However, it wasn’t long before the Sterling brothers arrived. Julian, my husband, smiled gently when he saw me, hurrying to my side and tenderly touching my forehead. “Don’t worry, Rory. I’m right here with you.” Julian had always been so gentle, his presence calming my heart, yet making it race all at once. For our child, he would have sacrificed everything. But in my past life, we’d both put our faith in the wrong people, and it led to a tragic end. “Julian,” I whispered his name, full of emotion. He quickly asked, “Are you in pain?” I was about to answer when I heard Damon’s incredulous voice from Seraphina’s bed. “Seraphina, you must have misheard, right? Rory is so close to you. Now that she’s about to give birth, why would she suddenly want a private delivery room?” Seraphina replied, her voice laced with feigned hurt, “Damon, it’s true. It’s all my fault for saying something that upset Rory. Please, go talk to her for me.” Damon walked to my bedside, looking confused. “Rory, is what Seraphina said true? You’re really moving to a private delivery room?” “Yes, that’s right,” I replied with a smile. Damon looked even more bewildered but immediately accused me of bullying Seraphina. “Rory, aren’t you being unfair to Seraphina? She’s your sister-in-law. How could you do this at a time like this? Aren’t you worried something might happen to your baby?” He was taking the moral high ground. If it were the old me, I would have been the pushover, compromising for Seraphina. But reborn, knowing Seraphina’s malicious schemes, how could I stay with that venomous woman? “Damon, apologize to Rory,” Julian said before I could even open my mouth, making his stance clear. Damon looked shocked. “Julian, Rory’s the one in the wrong. Why should I apologize to her?” Seraphina immediately chimed in, “Exactly, Julian! You should join Damon in persuading Rory to stay with me. I’ll be scared without her.” With that, Seraphina sniffled, looking utterly devastated. One more look at her, and I felt my eyes ache, a wave of nausea washing over me. “Ugh!” I couldn’t help but retch, and Julian’s face immediately darkened. “Seraphina, even if you and my wife are close, there are still boundaries. Damon, is this how you teach your wife respect?” Damon, reprimanded by Julian, grew even angrier. “Julian, are you really letting Rory twist your judgment? Your wife is bullying my wife, and you’re scolding me?” I glanced at the couple, catching a fleeting smirk in Seraphina’s eyes. She was plotting something sinister again.

“Damon, is Julian’s reprimand really so wrong? You’re quick to accuse me, but have you considered the truth?” “Seraphina and I are close, it’s true. But with both of us so close to giving birth, Seraphina kept asking me what I’d do if my baby wasn’t healthy.” I sighed, then continued, “I’m a pregnant woman too. And I’m even further along than your wife. I’m scared too, you know.” Then, I too feigned a sniffle. “Besides, would our friendship truly suffer just because Seraphina and I are in different delivery rooms?” “Or is Seraphina somehow certain my baby won’t be healthy, and that’s why she keeps bringing up my child?” I spoke each word slowly and deliberately, my gaze fixed on Seraphina and Damon. They stiffened, looking like they’d been caught red-handed, a flicker of guilt flashing in their eyes. Especially Damon, who shot Seraphina a furious, covert glare. It was exactly as I’d suspected. Damon was in on the baby-swapping plan. I couldn’t stand another second in that room. Seraphina and Damon tried to argue, but I cut them off with my final word. “Seraphina, even if you’re just nervous, I can’t stay here with you.” “I believe you’re just anxious, but I’m still moving to a private delivery room. It’s also for the Sterling name.” That last sentence finally silenced the couple. For a family like the Sterlings, reputation was the only currency that mattered. Sisters-in-law forced to share a delivery room? he tabloids would spin it into a saga of neglect and family discord. Appearances had to be maintained, even here. Kim walked in. “Mrs. Sterling, the new delivery room is ready.” I nodded, and Julian followed, carrying my things. Once settled, I noticed Damon had followed us. A sense of urgency pursued me. It also told me they hadn’t given up on their plan to swap the babies. Seraphina and my delivery rooms were on the same floor, separated by three rooms, making a baby swap still quite feasible. But no medical staff would dare to swap babies for a wealthy family’s delivery. Therefore, the only ones who could swap the babies were Seraphina and Damon. Seraphina swapping babies after delivery was unlikely, so the one to act would be Damon. I felt like I’d uncovered the truth, and my hand, hidden beneath the blanket, clenched into a tight fist. “Rory, both you and Seraphina are about to give birth. Seraphina is just overly nervous, so please don’t be angry.” “Our Sterling family is vast and prosperous. It’s probably better for you and Seraphina to be in separate delivery rooms anyway. I’ll go keep Seraphina company now.” I offered him a faint smile. “Alright, go on. Be with her.” As soon as he left, Julian sat beside me. “Rory, did something happen?” “Julian, you have to watch over our baby carefully,” I said seriously, tears welling in my eyes. Julian didn’t quite understand but smiled. “Of course, darling. He’s our child. I’ll protect him with my life.” I was anxious but couldn’t tell him about my rebirth. Not only was it unbelievable, but our tragic past was something I alone should bear. He deserved to remain optimistic and carefree. Before my water broke, I quickly told him about several news stories about babies being stolen or swapped in hospitals. Julian found it unbelievable but didn’t argue. As I was telling him the stories, my water broke. Seraphina also went into labor. We were wheeled into separate delivery rooms. After six grueling hours, our baby was born. I was exhausted, but I dared not sleep. I watched the medical staff clean my baby. I watched as they placed the hospital’s special newborn bracelet on his wrist. I watched as they brought him to me. The baby was fair, plump, and perfectly healthy, his tiny hands actively swatting at the air. This was my child.

I passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Julian. “Julian, where’s our baby?” I asked weakly. He chuckled. “You did amazing, darling! The baby’s right over there with Kim. Don’t worry.” I nodded and told him, “Bring the baby over. I want to see him.” He gave a helpless smile and asked Kim to bring the baby to me. The baby hadn’t been swapped. I let out a sigh of relief. But then Julian asked, “How are you feeling now? Do you want something to eat?” Almost as soon as he asked, Kim brought over a nutritious meal for new mothers. I ate quietly, and afterwards, the urge to sleep returned. Before drifting off, I repeatedly instructed him, “Julian, you absolutely must watch over our baby. Don’t leave his side for a second, stay focused.” Julian looked even more helpless but patiently reassured me, “Alright. Get some rest, I’ll keep a close eye on our baby.” His words eased my mind a little, but I still felt uneasy. However, a new mother post-delivery is incredibly weak, and my body simply wouldn’t obey my will. I quickly fell back asleep. When I woke again, it was three in the morning. Julian wasn’t there, and neither was Kim. My heart tightened, and I immediately pressed the nurse call button. The first person to enter the room was Mrs. Sterling, my mother-in-law. “Mom, what are you doing here?” “Both you and Seraphina have given birth to boys for our Sterling family, so how could I not come?” “I had the chef make some chicken soup. Would you like a sip?” I couldn’t refuse my mother-in-law’s offer, so I smiled and said, “Yes, please.” But inwardly, I desperately wanted to see my baby. With my mother-in-law sitting beside me, watching me with a smile, I had no choice but to force myself to drink the soup. I mindlessly finished the chicken soup, then proactively asked, “Mom, where did Julian go?” “Oh, he just left the room to go to Damon’s side. Your father had something to ask him. He’ll be back soon.” “He just left?” I asked suspiciously. My mother-in-law nodded without hesitation. “That’s right.” But my unease persisted. Something felt off. In my past life, when Seraphina and I gave birth to our sons, my in-laws didn’t even visit us at the hospital that night. Yet tonight, both my in-laws were here, and they had even called Julian away. A preposterous, yet strangely true, premonition began to form in my mind. “Mom, I want to see the baby.” “What’s there to see in a baby? They all look the same. The most important thing now is for you to rest and recover. You can see the baby tomorrow.” My mother-in-law’s words were meant to sound caring, but she was subtly refusing my request to see the baby. My unease intensified, and I said again, “Mom, please bring the baby over. I want to see him.” But my mother-in-law commanded me sternly, “Rory, you’ve just given birth; you shouldn’t get agitated. You’ve had your chicken soup, now rest. You can see the baby tomorrow.” She wouldn’t let me see the baby. But I was too worried the baby had been swapped, so I pressed the nurse call button again. My mother-in-law frowned, glaring at me. I offered a sheepish smile. “Mom, I just want to see the baby for a moment. It’s not that I’m disobeying you.” This time, Kim arrived very quickly. “Mrs. Sterling, what can I do for you?” “I want to see the baby.” Kim immediately brought the baby over. With just one look, I knew something was wrong with the baby. My baby had been swapped. This wasn’t my child. Both Seraphina’s baby and mine were boys and both looked fair and healthy, but their lip colors were different. My healthy baby’s lips were pink. Seraphina’s son, with the failing heart, had lips that were a faint purple. And compared to my healthy child, the baby in front of me was clearly much weaker. “This isn’t my baby.” The conviction in my own voice propelled me to action. “Kim, call Julian. Now.” But my mother-in-law stopped Kim. “You’re not going anywhere.” Then, she looked at me coldly. “Rory, what are you trying to do?”

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Due to a shortage of ER resources, I, the hospital’s lead consulting physician, had to cover a shift as a nurse. My cousin, Chloe Davies, a patient on my ward, made my life hell. “The toilet’s dirty. Clean it. Isn’t that what nurses do? Clean up other people’s mess? Refuse, and I’ll report you!” Duty overrode fury. I clenched my jaw and did it. On her discharge day, she filed a complaint with the associate director anyway. “I’m here to report Ava for patient abuse! And she also seduced my husband! A vixen like her doesn’t deserve to be a nurse. Fire her, now!” Furious, I yanked off my nurse’s scrub top and flung it at her. “Save your complaint. I’m the chief medical consultant here. You have no idea who you’re messing with!” Before I could finish, Associate Director Dr. Sterling cut me off sharply. “Lead Consultant? Ava, even for a liar, you should at least aim for something believable.” I was the newly appointed Lead Consultant, a fact known only to Dr. Peterson, the hospital director. Sterling was completely in the dark. I was about to explain, but he steamrolled over me. “You’re just an unaffiliated intern. Say one more word, and you’re out!” Chloe, who had been frozen in place, instantly relaxed. She mumbled under her breath. “Oh, so she’s just an nobody intern.” Her eyes, when she looked at me again, were filled with mockery and disdain. “So what if she’s an intern? Does an intern get to target a patient?” “Shameless tramp, seducing my husband!” “She has to kneel down and apologize to me, and she needs to be fired!” Hearing Chloe’s baseless accusations, I immediately frowned. I’d never even met her husband. How could I have seduced him? Before I could speak, Dr. Sterling glared at me. “Apologize immediately, or forget about getting your internship certificate!” Was Dr. Sterling under the impression I was here just for an internship certificate? But I was merely trying to get a feel for the work environment. Seeing Dr. Sterling’s attitude, Chloe grew even more arrogant. Her eyes gleamed with triumph, as if convinced I, as an intern, would fall in line. I shook my head right away. “No way.” “I didn’t do anything wrong; I won’t apologize to her.” Without even looking at Chloe, I continued. “Everyone witnessed how Chloe treated my colleagues since she was admitted to the ward.” “If Dr. Sterling isn’t aware, you can check the security footage.” At the mention of surveillance, Chloe’s expression stiffened for a second. But she quickly recovered, yelling insults at the top of her lungs. “What’s wrong with hitting the call button when I need something? You’re just here to clean up after patients, it’s an honor for you to even get me water!” Her expression was fierce, adopting the aggressive stance of someone arguing in the street. Dr. Sterling pushed up his rimless glasses, a forced smile on his face. “Ma’am, rest assured, I will definitely make Ava apologize to you.” With that, he shot me a warning look. “Nurse Miller, just humble yourself and apologize, and this whole thing will blow over.” “You’re an unaffiliated intern; you must want to keep this job, right?” Recognizing the threat in Dr. Sterling’s words, I gave a cold smirk. Dr. Peterson had been the one communicating with me recently; it seemed Dr. Sterling truly didn’t know my real identity. Chloe spat on the ground, looking at me with her nose in the air. But I spoke unhurriedly. “No need to fire me. I’m quitting right now.” Ignoring the three dumbfounded faces, I walked away with a flourish. As I was packing my belongings in the break room, I heard a commotion in the hallway. “The nurses at this hospital are indecent; you all better watch your husbands, or that Ava vixen will snatch them up!” “She seduced my husband and won’t even admit it, she refuses to apologize!” Listening to Chloe’s wails, I paid her no mind.

After packing my personal items, I left the break room. Chloe saw me and rushed forward, wildly tugging at my clothes. Her long nails dug deeply into my skin, and blood immediately seeped out. I winced in pain, then forcefully broke free from her grasp. Glancing at my bleeding wound, I warned her angrily. “Chloe, if you dare touch me again, I’m calling the police right now!” A flicker of panic crossed Chloe’s eyes, and she didn’t dare speak again. But bystanders stepped forward, blocking my path and preventing me from leaving. They spoke sarcastically, shoving their phones in my face and filming non-stop. “Seducing someone’s husband and acting so righteous? All that education went to waste!” “Apologize now, or I’ll blast you all over the internet!” Seeing that she had support, the guilt in Chloe’s eyes vanished. Before I could react, she rushed over and slapped me across the face. “That’s for seducing my man, you shameless home-wrecker!” “No wonder you had money to be a self-sponsored intern here; you just spread your legs for dirty money to support yourself!” My gaze hardened on Chloe; I was at my breaking point. Just as I was about to speak, a familiar voice came from around the corner. “Ava? What are you doing here?” It was Mia Chen, my elementary school classmate. We had kept in touch after graduation and were close friends who talked about everything. Seeing her, my agitated mood vanished. She hurried over, affectionately linking her arm through mine. “What’s going on here? So much excitement!” Someone in the crowd muttered sarcastically. “What else? We’re catching a shameless home-wrecker!” I shot an annoyed glance at the person, who, far from being intimidated, even rolled their eyes at me. Mia looked confused, as if still trying to process what was happening. I managed to control my irritation and pulled Mia closer. “I’ve never done anything I regret in my life. This is my good friend; if you don’t believe me, you can ask her.” At my words, everyone’s gaze shifted to Mia. I looked at Mia with certainty and anticipation, sure she would vouch for me. But Mia gave an awkward smile, pulled her arm away, and stepped back. She looked at me suspiciously, speaking cautiously. “Ava, are they talking about the pictures you showed me?” I froze, not understanding what Mia was referring to. Before I could speak, Mia quickly swiped on her phone a couple of times. A minute later, she handed the phone to me. “Are they talking about you and this man?” “Didn’t you say you really liked him and Photoshopped intimate photos with him? “So, did you get him? If you did, you owe me dinner!” On her phone were intimate bedroom photos of me and Daniel Hughes, in very suggestive poses. My mind went blank instantly; I couldn’t think at all. “SMACK!” The crisp sound of a slap echoed loudly in the hallway. “Ava, you little tramp, you actually Photoshopped such disgusting pictures!” “And you said you didn’t seduce my husband? Your own friend just exposed you!” She started hitting and kicking me, nailing me to the pillar of shame. The bystanders were even more enraged, showering me with insults. “I didn’t, I didn’t Photoshop these pictures…” But no matter how I explained, they wouldn’t believe me. I looked at Mia like a ghost, utterly bewildered. Why would she frame me?

Finally regaining my senses, I demanded angrily. “Mia Chen, I’ve never wronged you, why are you slandering me?” But she looked innocent, quickly apologizing to me. “I’m so sorry, Ava, I didn’t know the man you liked was already married.” “If I had known, I would have absolutely kept your secret!” Her words hit me hard, and I almost collapsed. Chloe, meanwhile, was tugging at my hair, demanding angrily. “Ava, what else do you have to say for yourself?!” “This is your friend; would she lie to frame you?” Yes, Mia Chen was definitely framing me. I forced myself to stay calm, my gaze falling on Dr. Sterling in the corner. “I need to see Dr. Peterson. Otherwise, I won’t perform tomorrow’s surgery.” Dr. Sterling scoffed, sizing me up with a contemptuous look. “Surgery? What surgery? I think you’re just trying to stall for time.” “You know, people shouldn’t do bad things, or karma will catch up to them eventually!” He rolled his eyes and addressed the crowd. “Everyone, Ava has been fired. Her actions have nothing to do with this hospital.” As soon as he finished speaking, the enraged crowd turned their fury on me. Ignoring my explanations, they continued their personal attacks. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a steady male voice. “Chloe, why are you still here? I’ve been waiting for you in the parking lot.” It was Chloe’s husband, Daniel Hughes. Three years ago, when they got married, my mom even sent me their wedding photos, hinting that I should contribute to their wedding gift. I only clicked to view the wedding photo once before I unceremoniously retorted. “You already gave your uncle’s daughter a huge sum for her wedding, wasn’t that enough? Now you want another chunk from me? You might be obsessed with spoiling our relatives, but I’m not!” Soon, I received a dozen 60-second voice messages. Although I didn’t give a gift, Mom still threatened me into attending their wedding. Daniel was from a prestigious university; he surely wouldn’t be as unreasonable as Chloe. I spoke impatiently. “Daniel, someone’s spreading vicious rumors about us. You need to clear this up!” Daniel turned to look, and when he saw me, his expression froze. I looked at him expectantly, hoping he would clarify for us. But he actually knelt directly in front of me, his voice humble and pleading. “Ava, please, can you just stop hounding me? “I’m already married to your cousin; there’s no way I can be with you.” “If you just leave me alone, I’ll get on my knees and thank you.” With that, he actually performed three full bows towards me. Seeing Daniel’s actions, the whispers and condemnations from the crowd drowned me out. “Oh my god, how shameless! She’s really desperate to be a mistress!” “And he’s her cousin’s husband! How desperate can she be?” I quickly shook my head, looking at Chloe and Daniel in front of me with fear and confusion. Chloe was staring at me furiously, but her eyes were filled with triumph. I instantly realized what was happening; they had all conspired to set me up! Finally finding my voice, I quickly denied it. “No, this isn’t right. I just got back from overseas not long ago; I’ve never even met this man!” “The three of them are working together to frame me, deliberately ruining my reputation!” The bystanders, however, didn’t believe what I said. “Still making excuses? The man himself admitted it!” “So shameless, does she even have a family to be ashamed for her?” Before I could move, Chloe’s palm shot out toward my face. I tried to sidestep, but Mia locked my arms in a vise grip. The slap connected, hard. I tasted blood, my lip already swelling. Damn it. Tomorrow’s surgery… I took a deep breath. My eyes locked on Chloe’s. No fury, just a terrifying calm. “It will cost you more than you can imagine, Chloe Davies!”

I turned to the smug Dr. Sterling, my voice cold. “I am Dr. Ava Miller, lead consultant in cardiac surgery. I can’t complete tomorrow’s surgery. You’ll have to find another surgeon.” “You may inform Dr. Peterson yourself.” Chloe and Daniel looked confused. They had no idea what I was talking about. Dr. Sterling let out a derisive snort. “Do your homework before spinning tales. No Lead Consultant is that young.” Chloe spat on the ground, panting as she mocked me. “Ava, you barely scraped through vocational school. Your degree is lower than mine. Who are you trying to fool?” The air hummed with their ridicule, sharp and mocking. Then, cutting clean through the noise, a middle-aged woman’s voice rang out. “Lead Consultant, my foot! Ava is just a country bumpkin!” The sharp voice attracted everyone’s attention. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, and I froze in place. My voice came out strangely hoarse, “Mom?” Mom rushed to Chloe’s side, her glare cutting toward me like a blade. Chloe instantly buried herself in Mom’s arms, sobbing. “Aunt Susan, you have to help me!” Watching Mom soothe her was a fresh twist of the knife. My mother had always put my uncle’s family first. Since we were children, Chloe got first pick of everything. Later, she even blocked me from attending proper high school, steering me into a vocational track instead. “What’s the point in wasting money on your education? Let Chloe go to university instead!” She used my tuition money to pay for Chloe’s college diploma. My father, who had divorced Mom long ago, found out and arranged for me to study abroad. But while I was studying overseas, Mom never contacted me; she didn’t even know I was abroad. Now, to protect Chloe, she was pointing her finger at me, cursing me, trying to nail me to the pillar of shame. “Ava, after all these years, you’ve learned to lie!” “You only have a vocational certificate, stop pretending!” “You’ve always been jealous of Chloe. Now that she’s found a good husband, you’re trying to seduce Daniel!” With that, she cast a satisfied look at Daniel. “Luckily, you truly love Chloe and weren’t swayed by Ava, that vixen.” The crowd gasped, completely believing Mom’s words. “Even her own mother says that about her, she really must be a home-wrecker.” “And she was acting so righteous just now? Where did she get the nerve?” “I almost fell for it. Should someone like her be selling herself? How much for an hour?” My eyes were red-rimmed when I met my mother’s gaze, but hers only hardened in return. She leaned in close, whispering a warning. “Serves you right. Who told you to come here as a self-funded intern? I already pulled strings to get Chloe a position, but because you were here, they turned her down!” Each word was a blade, twisting deeper. So she knew. She had helped Chloe destroy me. And because she was my mother, everyone would believe her. At that moment, I was truly exhausted. “You conspired to ruin me,” I said, “for a junior internship?” “You’re not my mom. I’m cutting ties with you!” But Mom pushed me hard, muttering non-stop. “Cut ties, then! I’d be ashamed to claim a daughter like you anyway!” With a sharp shove, she sent me stumbling back. I hit the floor hard. Suddenly, Dr. Peterson’s respectful voice came from behind me. “Dr. Miller? Are you all right?”

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