The day before Valentine’s Day, I found a booking for a romantic hotel on my wife Celeste’s phone. I was overjoyed, thinking she had planned a surprise for me. But on the day itself, Celeste claimed she had a business trip and didn’t return home that night. It wasn’t until the hotel confirmation was accidentally sent to my phone that I called her with trembling hands. When the call connected, it was Celeste’s cherished first love, Finn, who appeared shirtless, looking at me disdainfully. “She’s still in the shower. Why don’t you call back later?” he said. I drove frantically to the hotel, and in the midst of our argument, Celeste didn’t hesitate to throw a vase at me. Before I completely lost consciousness, Finn stomped on my head in anger. “I’m not done yet, you loser! You ruined everything!” At that moment, my heart broke, and five years of feelings turned to dust. When Celeste called, I was carefully preparing a homemade meal. But when she said she had to work late and couldn’t come home, my actions froze, and my mood plummeted. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you with a gift. Please don’t be mad, okay?” “The company is paying double overtime today, plus other bonuses. I really don’t want to miss out.” After a moment, I sighed and replied, “But you promised you’d be back this morning. I made all your favorite dishes, and you…” Before I could finish, Celeste interrupted. “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? Nolan, can you give me some space? Stop being so annoying.” Fireworks and cheers sounded from afar, lively and cheerful. But I only felt heartbroken. I quietly said “okay” and ended the call. All these dishes were Celeste’s favorites, and it took me three hours to make them. I tried everything to win her over, but now it seems it was all for nothing. A sour feeling spread through my heart as I sat alone, eating. Ten minutes later, my phone rang again. Thinking it was Celeste, I opened it, only to find a hotel check-in confirmation. My heart sank. I had indeed seen that romantic hotel booking on Celeste’s phone a few days ago. At that time, I thought it was a surprise she had planned and didn’t mention it. But now… I frowned and shakily called Celeste via video. After ringing several times, it finally connected. But it was Finn’s face, Celeste’s first love, that appeared on the screen. He was shirtless, looking at me impatiently. “Celeste is still in the shower. Call back later.” Behind him was the hotel’s big bed, with their clothes thrown together messily. I couldn’t believe it and questioned him, “Why are you two together? Don’t you know she’s married? Do you have any morals?” Finn smirked coldly at my words. “Morals? Are you serious, Nolan? Can’t even keep your woman, and now you’re blaming me?” “Besides, what can a guy like you, living off her, compare with me?” He hung up right after. Sitting in the chair, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Celeste and I dated for two years and have been married for five. Before this incident, our relationship was good. She worked while I handled house chores. That was because her dad had cancer and needed someone to take care of him. Celeste couldn’t, so she forced me to quit my job. I took care of her dad for two years, and when I returned to work, my position was taken. Celeste said we didn’t need kids yet and her earnings were enough. So, she wanted me to continue managing the household. She gave me $2,000 a month for groceries, which wasn’t enough for rent and utilities. I was embarrassed to keep asking, so I took on freelance design work. Fortunately, my knowledge from back then helped, and I gradually became more financially stable, even saving $20,000. I didn’t feel I owed her anything. But now, in Celeste’s eyes, I’m just a man living off her. Thinking back to her recent coldness, I felt something was off. She must have reconnected with Finn, and I just noticed today. I went downstairs, drove to the hotel, and punched Finn in the face when the door opened. Finn and Celeste dated in college, but he dumped her for a rich girl. He even badmouthed Celeste behind her back, calling her a desperate admirer. Celeste was caught in a whirlwind of public opinion, almost getting depressed. I helped her out of it, yet they conspired together again. Finn lay on the ground, cursing at me, “Nolan, you really have the nerve to come here?” “You, a man living off her, can’t give Celeste happiness, and you dare hit me!” I was furious, pummeling him and venting all my grievances. Finn’s defiance turned into low pleas for mercy. Just as I was about to let him go, a sharp pain hit my head from behind. Celeste smashed a vase over my head, without hesitation. I collapsed amidst the vase shards. Celeste didn’t spare me a glance, helping Finn up with tears in her voice. “Finn, are you okay? If you’re hurt, my heart would break.” With the last bit of consciousness, I reached for my head, feeling blood on my hand. My shoulder and arm were cut by the vase shards, and I let out a small cry of pain. Celeste looked at me, her eyes full of malice and resentment. She was barely dressed, just wrapped in a bathrobe, her rhythm disrupted by me. “Nolan, let’s divorce. I’ve wanted out for a while now. You brought this on yourself.” Finn, regaining his strength, kicked me, “If you hadn’t interrupted, I’d be done by now. It’s all your fault, damn it.” “You were acting tough earlier, weren’t you? Come on, keep hitting.” On the verge of passing out, I struggled to pull out my phone to call for help. Celeste thought I was calling the police and snatched it away. “It’s just a hit. Do you have to act like you’re dying? Nolan, you’re useless.” “I didn’t even use much force, and you…” She smashed my phone on the ground, shattering the screen. My vision blurred, then I lost consciousness entirely.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Celeste sat nearby, looking at me with a complicated expression. “Nolan, you’re finally awake. It was my fault today. I was too impatient. Don’t take it to heart.” My head was still throbbing, and I coldly stared at her, unsure what game Celeste was playing now. “The doctor said you’ll be fine after a few days of rest. I took time off to stay with you, okay?” Celeste said, offering me a nutritious meal to drink. I turned my head away. “Celeste, what’s the point of all this? You’re the one who cheated. You want a divorce, and now you’re trying to appease me?!” “I don’t need you with me. Go find Finn. He’s your true love.” In the past, whenever we fought, I would always be the one to apologize first. Now, Celeste’s first attempt at reconciliation was ignored by me, and her face soured. She slammed the meal box down, questioning me with tears, “Can’t I make a mistake? We didn’t even do anything, yet you don’t trust me?” “Dad called today, saying he’s in the hospital again and wants you to care for him. Even if you don’t want to see me, at least visit him!” My expression darkened, so this was her plan. Cancer caretakers are expensive, but if it’s me, they save a lot of money. Years ago, I had no choice but to care for her dad. Spending money and effort, enduring the filth. But all I got was their ingratitude. Now, even with divorce looming, Celeste wants me to be the sucker again. “I’m not going, Celeste. Let’s divorce.” I said bluntly, “Your dad’s illness is none of my concern. I’ll prepare the divorce papers. Make sure to sign them.” Upon hearing this, Celeste lost her patience. She stood up, looking down at me, “You’re not going to divorce me, Nolan. I know you’re just sulking.” “You barged in and hit him. I only acted to prevent Finn from causing trouble later. Can’t you use your brain?” With that, the hospital room fell silent. I closed my eyes, unwilling to argue with her. Celeste had struck hard enough to knock me out. If it wasn’t to vent for Finn, why would she be so determined? Now she claimed it was to protect me. How laughable. “You don’t really want a divorce, do you, Nolan? I know you’re just upset with me.” “When you barged in and started hitting, I only fought back because I was worried that Finn would hold it against you later. Can’t you use some common sense?” The hospital room suddenly fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. I closed my eyes, not wanting to argue with her anymore. At that time, Celeste didn’t hold back and knocked me out cold. If she wasn’t trying to stand up for her beloved Finn, then why else would she be so determined? Now she claims it was to protect me—how ridiculous. “Nolan, we’ve been together for nearly nine years. You’re more than just a lover to me; you’re family.” “I just sought some excitement because our marriage had become mundane. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Can’t you forgive me this once?” Celeste held my hand, looking at me sincerely. The depth and tenderness in her eyes seemed genuine. “Nolan, the gift I got you is arriving soon. I’ll go get it for you; you’re going to love it.” I didn’t respond, just felt utterly drained. Five minutes later, Celeste was back. She placed a pair of diamond rings in front of me. “I know you’ve always wanted these, so I secretly ordered them to surprise you.” “Nolan, I hope you can be happy every day and stay by my side forever.” For a moment, I hesitated. Could it really be, as she said, that we just lost some excitement? Nine years of feelings—I don’t want to give up easily. Seeing my expression soften, Celeste smiled and placed my hand on her cheek. “Honey, rest well. Once you’re discharged, we can go visit Dad together.” “Don’t worry, I know you’re tired of taking care of him alone. I’ll take turns with you.” I nodded, “Just remember, don’t contact Finn anymore.” Hearing this, Celeste remained expressionless, “You still don’t trust me? I’ve sworn, honey. Just rest.” In the following days, Celeste stayed by my side without leaving. She even let me check her phone, which gradually eased my suspicions. Until one night, I didn’t drink the warm milk she brought me. But her phone call woke me up. Celeste, with her back to me, was flirting with Finn by the window. “Why so anxious? Nolan will be discharged soon, then we can meet.” “My dad’s bone marrow only matches his. I’ll keep him happy for now, and it’ll be easier to ask him later.” “Even if he disagrees, it’s fine. The sleeping pills you gave work great. I’ve fed him for five days, and he sleeps like a log. Worst case, we’ll do the transplant first and let him know later.” Finn chuckled on the other end. “If it weren’t for his remaining usefulness, why would I let you stay with him and endure this?” “Celeste, I’m going crazy missing you. Come down and meet me, okay? I’ve got a hotel nearby.” Celeste pretended to refuse a few times before quickly packing and leaving. Heartbroken and humiliated, I couldn’t breathe properly. These past few days, she’d been giving me warm milk, claiming it helped me sleep, but it was just to test the drugs. I pulled out my phone and booked a flight abroad. Then I messaged my good friend Leo, a lawyer, to draft a divorce agreement for me.

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My wife and I faced difficulties conceiving, so we opted for IVF. Before the embryos were combined, I discovered my wife secretly swapping my sperm with that of her first love. I said nothing and simply swapped it back. Then, I took the opportunity to replace her eggs with those of my ex-girlfriend. Twenty-five years later, her first love came to my door, trying to claim my son: “My dear boy, I’m your real father!” Upon returning home from an overseas medical project with my son Caspian, we were taken aback by what we saw. A crowd of distant relatives, usually absent, had gathered. It seemed like the Johnson family was hosting a large family meeting. The most irritating sight was Quentin, sitting on the couch with red eyes, being comforted by my elusive “good wife,” Fiona Johnson. I raised an eyebrow, set my suitcase aside, and looked at Fiona: “What’s the occasion today? Why the crowd?” Caspian stood behind me, arms folded, glaring at Quentin with disdain. He had an inkling of the man’s identity. My mother-in-law sat at the head of the room, looking displeased and hesitant. Before Fiona could respond, Quentin rushed at Caspian, tears streaming down his face: “My dear boy, I’m your real father!” Caspian quickly stepped aside, scowling at Quentin as if he were something filthy. He stepped back, his tone icy: “My dad is Declan.” That kid is truly on my side. I held Caspian’s hand, giving him a reassuring nod, and then struck Quentin with a punch. The sound echoed through the living room. “Don’t make false family claims,” I said coldly, my gaze sharp. Fiona jumped up, helping Quentin, and pointed at me in anger: “Declan, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Quentin!” She raised her hand to strike me, but Caspian swiftly moved forward and slapped Fiona. “How dare you hit my dad?” Caspian’s voice was calm but carried undeniable authority. Fiona froze, both angry and furious, raising her hand to hit Caspian. But Quentin pulled her back, pretending to cry: “Fiona, don’t hit him, he’s our son!” His fake fatherly act made me want to laugh. Fiona lowered her hand, glaring at Caspian: “If it weren’t for your real father, I’d teach you a lesson today!” Caspian sneered: “Oh, I’d like to see how you plan to do that.” His fierce gaze reminded me of my younger self. I was secretly pleased; he truly is the son I raised!

An elder from the family cleared his throat, trying to restore order to the chaotic scene. “Quiet down, everyone!” His voice was deep, carrying unquestionable authority. Everyone gradually quieted down, eyes on the elder. He looked at Fiona: “Fiona, why did you call everyone here?” Fiona took a deep breath, as if summoning courage. She wrapped an arm around Quentin’s shoulder, looking deeply emotional. “Actually, I have some important news to announce today.” She paused, her eyes scanning the crowd before settling on Caspian and me. I watched her quietly, curious to see what she was up to. “Caspian, he’s… he’s not Declan’s biological son.” Fiona’s voice was soft, but it was like a bomb exploding in the living room. Caspian turned to me, shock in his eyes. I gestured for him to stay calm. The relatives around us whispered excitedly, like vultures circling a carcass. “Back then, when we were doing IVF…” Fiona paused, as if embarrassed, “The doctor said Declan’s sperm quality was poor… So, to spare his feelings, I swapped it with Quentin’s…” This fool tried to shift the blame onto me! Fiona’s malicious gaze landed on me, seemingly expecting me to lose my temper. But I remained calm, waiting for her to continue her performance. “Today, I called everyone here to witness…” She looked tenderly at Quentin, “Caspian recognizes his biological father.” The relatives immediately erupted. “If Caspian isn’t Declan’s son, he needs to acknowledge his real father!” “Exactly, occupying the Johnson family son-in-law position for so many years, it’s time to step down!” “Declan has been holding onto the Johnson family business, now that the truth is out, he should step down from Johnson Corporation!” Listening to these discussions, I laughed coldly inside. These scheming relatives, who’ve been pushed out of the company management and only rely on year-end dividends, aren’t happy with me. They’re eager to watch the drama unfold between Fiona and me, hoping to reclaim a piece of the pie. Caspian, seeing the greed in the relatives’ eyes, squeezed my hand tighter. I spoke: “Caspian will always be my child.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm. Quentin looked helpless, choking up: “Declan, how long will you deceive yourself?”

I wasn’t deceiving myself; Caspian is indeed my child. Did Fiona and Quentin really think they could fool me? Back then, when Fiona couldn’t get pregnant, we decided on IVF. Before the embryo combination, I accidentally caught Fiona colluding with a nurse to tamper with my sperm storage. I overheard her excitedly telling Quentin that she had swapped in his sperm. I didn’t make a scene; I quietly offered the doctor a million dollars to switch it back with my extra sperm. I even “kindly” asked the doctor to swap Fiona’s eggs with my ex-girlfriend’s. On the day of embryo combination, Fiona and I witnessed the “miracle” together. She was abnormally happy, probably thinking it was her and Quentin’s child. Watching her foolishness almost made me laugh. Over the years, seeing her treat Caspian well, thinking he’s her son, was my private joy. She wanted to trick me, but she became an unwitting stepmother for over twenty years. Fiona interrupted my thoughts, mocking me, “You’re stubborn, Caspian may have been with you all these years, but the sperm isn’t yours! His biological father is Quentin.” I replied calmly, with a hint of provocation: “You’re dreaming?” “If you don’t believe me, let’s do a paternity test!” Fiona insisted, “I want a divorce! You forced me to marry you, and being with you for twenty-five years, I’ve done my duty!” Her face showed a hint of joy when she mentioned divorce. Looks like she’s been planning this for a while. Oh? She dares to say she’s done her duty? I’ve been married into her family for twenty-five years, living alone for all those years. While I raised our child, she was off having idyllic romances with Quentin. While I worked hard to uphold the Johnson family reputation, she was indulging in debauchery at entertainment venues. But one thing she got wrong; I didn’t marry her out of love, but to gain control of the Johnson family’s business. Now, Johnson Corporation is completely under my control. Fiona is no longer useful! “Divorce is fine,” I shrugged indifferently, “But there’s no need for a paternity test; I’m sure Caspian is my child.” Caspian looked at me, his gaze firm: “Dad, I believe you.” Fiona and Quentin immediately panicked. “Caspian, don’t you believe your mom?” Caspian ignored her, staying close to me. At this moment, a boy who looked like a college student barged in. He marched straight to Caspian, excitedly shouting: “Brother!” Everyone was stunned. It’s one thing for another dad to pop up, but now there’s a brother too?

Looking at the boy who resembled Quentin, I started to have a hunch. This must be Fiona and Quentin’s illegitimate child. They hid it well, not letting me find out for over twenty years. Looks like this drama is more interesting than I thought. My mother-in-law, sitting at the head, looked at the boy with authority: “Fiona, what’s going on here?” The atmosphere in the living room froze again. The boy looked like he was about to cry, his eyes red. “Brother, I’m Rowan. I… I’ve always known about you.” He stammered, his voice trembling slightly. He sneaked a glance at me, quickly lowering his head like he was afraid of my disapproval. “My… my dad often talked about you, saying you were excellent and handsome…” Quentin started sobbing at the right moment, his shoulders shaking. “Caspian, my beloved son, I’ve missed you so much all these years…” He lifted his head, eyes brimming with tears, as if he was wronged. “Rowan… he always wanted to meet you. We often secretly watched you…” Rowan nodded eagerly, adding: “Really! Brother, I went to your school just to… to be closer to you…” He pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket, carefully handing them to Caspian. “I… my dad used to mention you a lot. He always said you were remarkable and handsome…” Quentin began to sob, his shoulders shaking with emotion. “Caspian, my dear son, I’ve missed you so much over the years…” He looked up, tears welling in his eyes, as if he had been deeply wronged. “Rowan, he… he’s missed you too. We often went to see you secretly…” Rowan nodded eagerly, quickly adding: “Yes, really! Brother, I even went to school near you just to be closer to you…” He pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and handed them carefully to Caspian. “These are your photos. I… I took them secretly…” Caspian flipped through the photos. There he was, wearing a graduation gown with a bright smile; looking tired after basketball practice; debating energetically with classmates… A shiver ran down Caspian’s spine. All these years, someone had been lurking around him, watching and secretly taking his photos! Fiona Johnson didn’t stay idle. She approached my mother-in-law, pointing at Rowan with a serious tone. “Mom, this is the Johnson family’s grandson! All the relatives are here today to witness this. Please… acknowledge him!” Fiona was clever. She knew that after my father-in-law passed away, it was my mother-in-law who held the decision-making power within the Johnson family. She had invited all the relatives to pressure my mother-in-law into recognizing Rowan as family. She believed that if my mother-in-law agreed to let Rowan join the family, I wouldn’t be able to object. After all, I’ve been dutiful and respectful to my mother-in-law for the past twenty-five years. Rowan, quick on his feet, immediately turned to my mother-in-law and respectfully called her, “Grandma!” My mother-in-law looked at Rowan and then at me, her gaze complex, not immediately acknowledging Rowan’s greeting. I knew she felt sorry for me. Not wanting to make things difficult for her, I broke the silence. “Fiona, your real motive is to have this illegitimate child join the Johnson family and inherit it, isn’t it? Why drag Caspian into this?”

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My sister is a madwoman. On her 24th birthday, the police arrested her for intentional assault. They charged her with harming fifteen men she had been intimate with, not including her missing boyfriend. When she was arrested, she was in the middle of smashing her sixteenth lover’s head with a vase. The reason? Simply because he forgot to put away her clothes. However, on the fourth day in jail, she was diagnosed with a mental illness and released. That day, our yard was filled with men coming to propose to her. On New Year’s Day, as soon as dawn broke, I got up and cleaned the entire house inside and out. Not because I was industrious, but because my sister, Scarlett, was coming home today. I had just climbed up a ladder to hang some New Year’s decorations when Chris, who had been waiting outside, snatched them from me. He started comparing them, trying to curry favor: “You should’ve told me about this kind of work, I would’ve done it for you. It’s too high, you might fall.” Obviously, he had come with a purpose. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall. “You’re here too early, my sister hasn’t come back yet.” Chris pushed up his glasses and stepped into our house without hesitation, his smile bright but… not well-intentioned. “I know, but it’s New Year’s, right? I came early to help create a nice environment for your sister.” He then pulled out a gift box and shoved it into my hands. I thought it was for me, but he said: “I didn’t have a chance to give your sister a birthday gift, so this is to make up for it. Make sure you give it to her for me!” I didn’t take it, just frowned at the box. “Chris, we’ve grown up together. If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you being so eager?” Hearing this, he dropped the act. He took off his coat and sprawled on the sofa like it was his own home. “Alright, I’ll be straight with you. I’ve always liked your sister. I couldn’t say anything before because she had a boyfriend, but now that she’s single, I want to make my move. What do you think?” The gift in my hand dropped to the floor the next second. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes in disbelief. Did I hear that right? Back in school, Chris was known as the town’s top student, and now he’s successful in his career. How could he want to pursue my sister? First of all, my sister is a full 5 years older than him. Moreover, my sister had hurt so many men that people were afraid she might be a psychopathic killer. Everyone else was avoiding her like the plague, so how could someone voluntarily throw themselves at her, especially… such a young, educated guy? Besides, my sister hurt people for no reason at all, it all depended on her mood. She might stab someone to death with scissors just because her makeup didn’t look good that day. How could anyone like such a lunatic? Did he have a death wish? If it weren’t for her mental illness diagnosis, she would have been executed long ago. Seeing Chris’s eager face, I couldn’t help but speak up: “Chris, you know my sister isn’t… normal. Aren’t you afraid she might kill you?” To my surprise, Chris not only didn’t appreciate my concern but rolled his eyes at me. “What nonsense are you talking about? Your sister is like a heavenly fairy. It’s those men who weren’t worthy of her. How could it be your sister’s fault?” I really thought I was hallucinating now. Just as I was about to continue, Chris shoved a wad of cash into my hand without letting me speak. “As long as you help me with this, I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded.” With that, he turned back to the mirror, preparing to greet my sister with his best appearance. It was too strange. Before I could react, other men from the town swarmed around me like madmen: “Mia, you must put in a good word for me with your sister!” “Get lost, I’m young and strong. I can definitely give you and your sister a good life!” “What use is strength? I have money. They’ll live a life of luxury with me! Choose me!” The crowd’s voices, one over another, nearly made my head explode. What I found even more incomprehensible was that although my sister was beautiful, she always had a strange odor that made people want to cover their noses and walk away. Moreover, she would hurt people at the slightest provocation. Even I was afraid of her. Yet these people were about to fight each other just to marry her. It was truly bizarre.

When my sister walked into the yard and saw the room full of gifts, she could barely move around. Her mood instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and she kicked away the nearest gift box. “Who told these idiots to send this stuff? It’s annoying just looking at it.” I didn’t dare to argue, I could only explain after she finished venting while cleaning up the mess: “These are from the men in town. They want to marry you, so they sent gifts for your birthday to please you.” My sister snorted coldly, casually touching her hair. It seemed that being proposed to was already an extremely ordinary thing for her. Seeing me standing still, she kicked me: “What are you standing there for? Can’t you see I’m tired? Come and massage my feet!” I didn’t dare delay, fearing she might split my head open with an axe. I scrambled over, just about to kneel down and reach out, when the local matchmaker, Mrs. Wilson, rushed in impatiently: “Oh my! I timed it perfectly, guessing you’d be back by now. Look, I wasn’t wrong.” “You have no idea, people have been lining up from one end of town to the other since early morning. You really are blessed with good fortune.” As she spoke, she took out her phone, swiping through photos of men, insisting that my sister must choose one to marry. My sister showed no interest, merely glancing at it casually: “They’re all trash. None of them are good enough for me.” I quickly nodded beside her: “That’s right, sis. How could any of these men be worthy of you? I think we should forget about it. We can talk about marriage some other time.” My intention was to save those men’s lives, after all, none of my sister’s previous boyfriends had lived longer than half a month. Whoever marries my sister would be sending themselves to their death, wouldn’t they? But as soon as Mrs. Wilson heard this, she became anxious: “Silly girl, what are you saying! Your sister has such good genes, they should be passed down! Get out of the way, children don’t understand these things. Let your sister choose.” With that, she pushed me aside. I stumbled and almost fell. My sister just glanced at me, then her gaze fell on the phone. But after just two looks, she became impatient and casually swiped past a man’s photo: “I’ll take this one.” When that face stopped on the screen, my pupils suddenly dilated: “Sis… this one doesn’t seem suitable for you. Why don’t we…” My sister immediately looked at me with interest, smiling particularly brightly: “Oh~ You don’t want me to marry him? Then I’ll definitely choose him. Mrs. Wilson, go tell him this good news right now.” She finished, maliciously staring at my face, wanting to see my reaction. Although I was unwilling in my heart, looking into my sister’s eyes, I could only turn my face away very meekly: “Sis, I’ll go tell him.” Why, why did she have to choose him of all people?

It was a winter day when I was pushed into the river by some local kids while I was outside washing clothes for my sister. The river water was bone-chillingly cold. They laughed more and more raucously on the shore: “Serves you right! Your sister is a slut, always seducing our dads. You’re a slut too!” “Sluts should drown here! Hahaha!” I frantically waved my arms for help, but they just stood on the shore, coldly watching me. After what seemed like an eternity, all my strength was exhausted. I felt my body sinking, the icy river water seeping into my lungs. At that moment, I found myself oddly reluctant to leave my sister. If I died, where would she find another slave to beat and scold at will? Just as my life was about to come to an end, he appeared. His name was James. He was a teacher in our town, a full ten years older than me. With such an age gap, I shouldn’t have developed feelings for him. But having grown up without a father’s love, seeing him shivering all over from rescuing me, soaking wet, yet still trying to comfort me… I couldn’t help but fall for him. He taught me how to read and write, told me about morality and shame. As I grew older day by day, I always wanted to find the right time to express my feelings. But now, I would never get that chance. How did his photo end up here? It certainly couldn’t have been voluntary. There must be some hidden story! My thoughts were in a complete mess. Mrs. Wilson put away her phone with a grin: “Good choice. He’s educated and handsome, a perfect husband material.” With that, she waddled off to James’s house to announce the good news. But I rushed there ahead of her. He was sitting in his room, reading a book. That scholarly appearance, I could never associate him with those ill-fated men. I stumbled into the room: “Why did you go to choose my sister’s husband! Don’t you know her personality and temper? Do you have a death wish?” Without waiting for his answer, I grabbed his hand and started to pull him out: “Come on, let’s go to my house right now and tell my sister this is all a misunderstanding!” But before we had taken a few steps, he yanked his hand away: “What are you going crazy about? Of course I went to choose because I like your sister. What else did you think it was for?” This was like a bolt from the blue. After all, I had always believed he had feelings for me too. I thought he just couldn’t express it due to the town gossip. Now, how was I supposed to accept that it was all just my one-sided imagination? My emotions spiraled out of control, and I screamed at him hysterically: “She kills people! Think about all those men before!” To my surprise, he just sneered: “That’s because they weren’t capable enough, couldn’t give your sister what she wanted. I’m different. I’m educated and experienced. Your sister will definitely fall in love with me.” Seeing his confident demeanor, my heart ached. Forget it, this feeling was just my unrequited love anyway, nothing to be reluctant about. “Actually, I’ve been so nice to you all this time for your sister’s sake.” Just when I thought I couldn’t be more devastated, he dealt me another blow. I looked at him in shock, but the tenderness that used to be in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only coldness. So that’s how it was! In an instant, anger clouded my mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh: “You’ve been so good to me, and I have no way to repay you. I can only bring you some good news – my sister has chosen to marry you.”

As soon as I finished speaking, James, who had been looking impatient just moments ago, suddenly transformed into a different person, his face beaming with joy. He gripped my hands tightly: “Really? You’re not lying to me, are you?” Seeing his eager expression, I couldn’t help but sneer. Why would I lie about something like this? Is this how little he thought of me? The usually reserved James started dancing with joy the moment he confirmed this news. Watching him, my heart filled with bitterness. The man I loved was so excited because he was going to marry my sister. What a huge joke. But I still tried my best to remain calm: “So when do you plan to get married? I don’t think there’s any rush, after all, she just…” Before I could finish saying “lost her husband,” he excitedly shook his head: “No, no, no! If she chose me, it proves she likes me too. I’ve waited for so many years, I absolutely can’t wait any longer. I want to marry her today!” I couldn’t believe my ears: “Today? Isn’t that too rushed?” But he couldn’t hear a word I was saying, continuously rubbing his hands: “Yes! Today! Can’t wait! Go tell your sister to get ready! I’ll tidy up and then come to pick her up!” I didn’t want to stay there any longer. I fled home like the wind and told my sister this news in a daze. My sister just nodded, saying nothing. The wedding was held quickly, with all the men in town gathering reluctantly. They were all jealous that James had successfully married my sister. After all, she was the object of desire for every man in town. James was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes never leaving my sister. As for my sister, who had been married many times before, she showed no emotion, as cold as if she were attending someone else’s wedding. By the time the wedding ended, James was drunk and could barely stand. He insisted on holding my hand to chat: “Don’t worry, Mia! I’m your brother-in-law now. I’ll treat you like my own little sister!” The smile on my face was extremely forced. The man I loved had become my brother-in-law. What a mess! James skipped the usual post-wedding celebration. If it weren’t for the guests who hadn’t left yet, he would have eagerly dragged my sister into the bedroom. Finally, everything quieted down, leaving just the three of us in the big house. James completely ignored my existence, grinning as he held my sister’s hand: “Look, it’s already dark. Since we’re married now, shouldn’t we…” At this moment, he had lost all semblance of a teacher’s demeanor, looking every bit like an old lecher. But my sister coyly pushed him away: “Oh, you naughty boy. Come with me to the bedroom.” James immediately dropped his chopsticks and followed her like an obedient puppy. Originally, I should have quickly left after clearing the dishes. But the question in my mind grew bigger and bigger. How could my sister, a mentally ill person with blood on her hands, have such magic to attract everyone in town? The question marks were about to burst my brain. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I carefully moved to the window of their new room. I stood on tiptoe and peeked inside. That one glance nearly scared my soul out of my body.

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Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband’s first love, Evelyn, moved into our house under some pretext. Every time she saw me, she would clutch her chest, feigning heartache. My husband, Alexander, was convinced that I was deliberately flaunting my pregnancy to upset Evelyn. “Evelyn is too weak to bear children! You’re constantly showing off your baby bump in front of her to provoke her! Looks like you won’t learn your lesson unless I teach you one!” He ordered his men to lock me in the long-abandoned attic and forbade anyone from bringing me food. I struggled and begged, telling him that the ultrasound showed the twins were too large, and the doctor had advised me to be admitted to the hospital today for delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard a joke, his voice as cold as ice shards: “Your due date isn’t for another three days! Stop playing the victim! Go to the attic and reflect on your actions! This is what you get for upsetting Evelyn!” My contractions were so painful that I broke my nails clawing at the door, but no one came to open it. My agonizing screams echoed in the attic for a long time. Until I was lying in a pool of blood, with the unformed fetuses still stuck in the bloody hole between my legs. Three days later, Alexander, sipping a bowl of rice porridge that didn’t suit his taste, said: “Tell Lily to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then apologize to Evelyn. If her attitude is sincere, send her to the hospital to give birth.” No one dared to respond. Because the blood from the attic had already spread to the second step of the stairs. …

“Why isn’t that jealous woman Lily wailing anymore?” “Sir… could something have happened to Mrs. Frost? Last night, her screams were heart-wrenching, she sounded like she was in terrible pain…” Alexander took a sip of porridge, snorting dismissively. “No one knows Lily better than I do. She’s just putting on an act! This time I must teach her a lesson so she won’t dare to provoke Evelyn again!” The butler glanced towards the attic, hesitating before speaking: “But Mrs. Frost is carrying twins, and the doctor said she needed to be admitted to the hospital early…” Alexander paused mid-sip, his expression softening slightly. “Is that so?” He stirred his porridge for a while, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: “Fine, tell Lily to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then get over here and apologize to Evelyn! Today is her due date, if her apology is sincere, we’ll send her to the hospital.” Alexander heated up a cup of milk and walked into the guest room. On the bed, Evelyn’s breathing was steady, the blanket had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her chest. Alexander’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at her for a long moment before reluctantly tearing his gaze away. He bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, stretching languidly, and pouted coyly: “Brother Alex~ You’re bullying me again~” Alexander parted his legs to let Evelyn sit in his lap, his fingers idly massaging her waist. “Who could resist when you sleep like that?” Evelyn buried her head in Alexander’s chest, letting out a few contented murmurs. “But, sister Lily is working hard carrying your child. We’re both women, I can’t let you betray her when she’s at her most vulnerable!” Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up anxiously: “Last night, sister Lily was screaming so loudly, is she going into labor? Sigh… Even though it hurts to hear sister Lily in such pain, I’m envious! Being able to carry Brother Alex’s baby, even if childbirth is painful, it would be sweet happiness for me.” Sweet happiness? By now, I had already become a ghost floating beside them. On the attic floor, red blood had spread across the entire room. On the walls were deep scratches I had made in my intense pain, with bits of fingernails and flesh still clinging to them.

Not to mention how I had torn myself apart down there trying to give birth to the children. When I pulled out the first child, it was already not breathing. Blood gushed from the gaping wound between my legs, and the second child became stuck in the torn, bloody hole. With blood matting my hair, I held the blood-covered fetus, my eyes wide open as I stopped breathing. I wonder how Alexander will react when he sees this scene? But for now, he was only focused on holding Evelyn close. His voice was full of guilt and self-reproach: “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have let the pregnant Lily appear in front of you and make you sad! I swear, this is the last time that woman will carry a child for me! You won’t see any more pregnant women in this house in the future.” “You don’t know, Lily even lied to me to try to soften my heart, saying she was afraid the babies were too big and might cause a difficult delivery, and that the doctor recommended immediate hospitalization.” “She can survive in the wilderness for three days and nights without food, yet she tells me she’s afraid of giving birth!” My heart ached, almost unable to breathe. A pregnant woman’s constitution is far different from a normal person’s, let alone the fact that from the day I became pregnant with twins, the discomforts of pregnancy had nearly exhausted me. Several times, due to my poor pregnancy constitution, I had even been hospitalized to prevent miscarriage. When I was first locked in the attic, I begged and pleaded with him to let me out. Because if I was really locked up for three days, it would surely result in three deaths! But Alexander, right in front of me, loudly instructed the butler: “Go! Throw the key into a stinking river, and don’t let anyone secretly open the door for Lily! After three days, I want her to kneel and apologize to Evelyn!” To survive, I tore down the wall paintings, piercing my hands with blood, and to pry open the attic window, my nails were forcibly broken off. Enduring the excruciating pain, I mustered my strength to climb out of the window onto the rain gutter outside, gripping the tiles tightly with my hands, inching along bit by bit, trying to jump to another room to escape. But then. In the garden below, Alexander was forcefully holding Evelyn in a deep embrace, kissing her passionately. The two were kissing so recklessly, it looked like things were about to get out of hand. Evelyn suddenly pushed Alexander away, looked up towards the attic, and let out a piercing scream. Alexander raised his head, saw me desperately trying to escape, and flew into a rage. He was convinced that I had deliberately appeared in front of Evelyn again. He ordered someone to bring a crane, and personally operated it, using the shovel to press against my belly, forcibly ramming me back into the attic. Intense pain shot through my abdomen, and blood seemed to flow endlessly from between my legs. In the end, my eyes were wide open, holding the blood-covered children in my arms. And that’s how I stopped breathing. Alexander brought the cup of warm milk to Evelyn’s lips. “I’ve already sent someone to bring Lily over to apologize to you. If she’s sincere, we’ll send her to the hospital. If not, she can give birth in the attic!” Evelyn sipped the milk in small mouthfuls, but still choked a little, coughing with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful and delicate. “Brother Alex, you can’t treat sister Lily like this. Childbirth is very dangerous for women!” Alexander sighed, looking at the girl in his arms with doting eyes: “You’re just too kind-hearted, that’s why you get bullied by women like Lily! Lily is a survival expert, she can survive for three days without food or water in the wild! You, on the other hand, little one, are so delicate you choke on a sip of milk.” He gently tapped her nose: “And you talk about childbirth being dangerous as if you’ve given birth before!” Evelyn’s eyes flashed with panic for a moment, but she quickly lowered her head, her voice tinged with grievance: “Only Brother Alex… can see through the fragile heart beneath Evelyn’s strong exterior…” She looked up again, her eyes misty, her lips bitten to a glossy sheen. She hooked her arms around Alexander’s neck, deliberately pressing her chest against his heart.

Alexander could no longer resist, kissing her with heavy breaths as Evelyn softly murmured. Their lips entwined fiercely, and they began to hungrily demand more from each other’s bodies. But at the last moment, Evelyn suddenly pushed away the heavily panting man: “We can’t, you’re a married man now, and sister Lily is carrying your child. Evelyn doesn’t want to be a homewrecker!” Alexander’s eyes were burning with desire, his voice hoarse: “Alright, I, Alexander, will never betray Evelyn’s true heart! Wait for me a little longer! Only when I’m clean and free will I be worthy of touching someone as pure as you!” With that, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, as if cherishing a priceless treasure. A flash of triumph gleamed in Evelyn’s eyes. Alexander couldn’t see it, but I could. Not wanting to be a homewrecker? I found it ridiculous, laughable! Then what about the many times she came to me, brazenly saying that even though I was pregnant, I was just paving the way for her, and that even the children I gave birth to would call her “mom” in the future? What does that count as? Using the poor excuse of being sick with no one to take care of her to move into my home. Openly flirting with Alexander at the dinner table, to the point where even the house cook couldn’t stand it and made a few sarcastic remarks about her. She immediately tattled to Alexander, saying the cook didn’t wash the ingredients properly, causing her to get gastroenteritis, and demanded the cook be fired. At that time, I had no appetite due to my pregnancy, and only the food made by this cook suited my taste. Out of hospitality, I approached her and offered to hire another chef to cook for her, but she slapped me across the face. “It doesn’t matter if the food tastes good or not, what matters is knowing who the real mistress of the house is! Lily, I just want to tell you, there’s only one Mrs. Frost, and that’s me, Evelyn!” To prove that she would be Mrs. Frost, she curled up in Alexander’s arms like a kitten, whimpering and sobbing. Crying that she was unfortunate, that she couldn’t bear children for him in this lifetime. And seeing me with my pregnant belly every day inevitably made her feel lost and heartbroken. “I’ve already tried my best to avoid sister Lily, but I still can’t help running into her every day! I should move out! Evelyn can’t live in such pain every day, it’s making me so unhappy!” Alexander lost control of his emotions in an instant, his face turning cold as he rushed over and slapped me to the ground. “You know very well that Evelyn gets upset just by seeing pregnant women, yet you still parade around with your big belly in front of her every day! What are you trying to do!” “Such a vicious woman! You don’t deserve to be a mother! Today I’m going to lock you in the attic! Let you have a taste of suffering!” Several bodyguards grabbed my limbs and threw me into the dust-covered attic. “The doctor told me to go to the hospital today for delivery! If I go to the hospital, she won’t see me either!” I desperately clung to the doorframe, pleading tearfully. Alexander sneered: “If you’re going to lie, at least get your facts straight. Your due date isn’t for another three days!” He no longer listened to any of my protests and slammed the door shut. My fingers were caught in the door, the sudden, piercing pain making me curl up and retract my fingers, unable to say anything more. Alexander looked on with satisfaction and locked the attic door. And now, as the two of them were still passionately entangled, the butler came running, out of breath and panicked: “Madam… Madam is gone!” “Gone?!” Alexander suddenly raised his head, looking annoyed at having his mood disturbed. The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying fearfully: “The attic is full of blood… Madam… she…” He dared not continue. Alexander straightened his rumpled shirt. “What blood? Oh, she’s probably just spotting, is she going into labor? Send her to the hospital.”

The butler swallowed hard and forced himself to continue: “Madam… she’s not breathing…” There was a hint of panic in Alexander’s voice, but just as I tried to listen more closely, his tone became harsh again. “Acting! She’s still acting! I want to see how long she can keep this up!” “She’s survived in much harsher conditions in the wilderness, she can hold her breath underwater for over ten minutes! She’s just trying to fool you all because you don’t have any medical knowledge! She’s holding her breath to scare you! Call my private doctor, I want to expose her tricks in person!” The butler’s eyes widened, “Mr. Frost, Madam’s children are…” “Who do you listen to?!” Alexander impatiently interrupted him. “Am I the one paying your salary or is that woman?” “Yes… I’ll go call the doctor right away…” The butler sighed helplessly before leaving. Evelyn softly pressed herself against Alexander. “Brother Alex, don’t be angry. Anger is bad for your health.” “That woman Lily is just good at winning people over! It’s only been a few years, and she’s already acting like she runs this house!” Alexander’s words were like a slap, waking me from my delusions. In just three short years, he had already forgotten his promises from the past. On our wedding day, Alexander had looked at me with eyes full of love and said, “This is your home now, and from now on, you’ll be the only mistress of this house.” Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Just moments ago, I had foolishly imagined that if Alexander knew I had died from complications during childbirth, He might feel a bit of regret and guilt… How ridiculous I am now, and how stupid I was then. I actually believed Alexander when he said he would love me forever. Back then, Alexander and Evelyn were childhood sweethearts in an arranged marriage between prominent families. But Evelyn unexpectedly discovered that due to health reasons, she couldn’t conceive naturally. So she left for a foreign country without looking back, cutting off all contact with Alexander. She kept saying that as the sole heir to the Frost family, she couldn’t bear to marry Alexander and end his bloodline. To forget the pain of their breakup, Alexander joined a wilderness exploration team. And I happened to be the team leader. Later, when he proposed to me, he said I was brave and strong, the embodiment of all that was good in the world. I was his guiding light in his darkest times, the one he knew instantly was his soulmate. After we got married, he felt that wilderness exploration was too dangerous. So he asked me to quit my job and stay at home to prepare for pregnancy, to give the Frost family an heir. But during those days when Alexander had broken up with Evelyn, he had been drinking heavily and staying up late, which had severely weakened his body. Under the pressure from the Frost elders to produce an heir, I worked on improving his health while actively trying to get pregnant. Finally, in the third year of our marriage, I successfully became pregnant with twins. The Frost elders were so delighted that they immediately held a press conference, declaring that the children I would give birth to would be the sole heirs to the Frost Group. It was at this time that Evelyn returned to the country. And she brought back a statement: “I have no interest in inheriting the company. As long as I can be with Alex, Evelyn will be satisfied for this lifetime.” Alexander began staying out all night, his white shirts stained with indelible red lipstick marks. I decisively brought up divorce, but Alexander said the children in my womb were the heirs to the Frost Group, and he wouldn’t let me go. He also said Evelyn was sick and needed someone to take care of her, so he brought her to live in our home. And because Evelyn couldn’t have children and couldn’t bear to see pregnant women with big bellies, he locked me, who was about to reach my due date, in the abandoned attic. Alexander truly deserves to rot in hell! The doctor arrived quickly. As Alexander’s personal friend, Dr. James had always been in charge of Alexander’s health management. Alexander followed behind Dr. James with his arms crossed, fuming, “Lily, let’s see how much longer you can keep up this act!”

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On the fifth anniversary of our relationship, my girlfriend, having rejoined her wealthy family, posted my photo on a platform similar to Craigslist. [One dollar for a loyal admirer of five years.] I thought she was joking until I received a friend request on Snapchat. Then my girlfriend called me: “I’m the heiress of Miller Bank. We’re not on the same level; you’re not suitable for me.” “The person I’ve introduced to you is a wealthy woman my family knows. If you treat her well, fortune and success will be yours. No need to thank me.” She hung up, only to announce her engagement to the sole heir of the Carter Miller Group on Snapchat. Looking at the unfamiliar face in her post left me utterly confused. He’s the heir of the Carter Miller Group, so who am I? “Let’s break up.” “I was with you because we were equals. That’s no longer the case. You couldn’t reach my level in several lifetimes.” “Don’t tell anyone we dated; it disgusts me.” The call ended abruptly, leaving me stunned. I couldn’t believe these words came from my girlfriend, Emma. Emma was an ordinary employee at a small company. She was smart and capable, and despite a tough upbringing, she never complained. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine that drew me to her. For five years, she cared for me with thoughtfulness. Just yesterday, we were planning to earn more money to build a future together. And today, she suddenly wants to break up? She once told me I was the person she loved most and never wanted to part from me. Even if she told me herself, I couldn’t believe it! I had to find out what was really going on! I kept calling her, but she didn’t answer, and eventually, her number became unreachable. While I was still anxious, a friend suddenly sent me a screenshot. It was Emma’s announcement on Snapchat: “Meeting you made me realize how beautiful life is. Everyone is welcome to my engagement party with Liam Carter, the heir of the Carter Miller Group.” The comments section was filled with congratulations. But I was left in confusion. Carter Miller Group? How many Carter Miller Groups are there in the city? Not only did the company’s name match my family’s, but all other details matched too. Even our parents’ names were the same! Could there really be such a coincidence? I quickly asked a friend to get a photo for me. It wasn’t long before I saw the supposed heir of Carter Miller Group. Then I realized. Yes, it’s my family’s engagement. But the groom is a fraud! He’s not Liam Carter! He’s a university student I sponsored, named Ethan Johnson. For years, I quietly stayed by Emma’s side, while he attended business events with my mom. I wanted him to gain some experience for the future. But I never thought… He would deceive me! I couldn’t accept that a five-year relationship would end so ambiguously. So, I went straight to the engagement venue that day. As soon as I entered, I saw Emma in a white wedding dress, a scene I had dreamed of countless times. The emcee asked them to drink a ceremonial toast. Emma maintained a perfect smile, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Emma, our family’s prosperity depends on you. You won’t let your mom down, right?” That must be her mom speaking. Emma looked pained, forcing a smile as she glanced at Ethan. I understood her forced smile. She didn’t want to leave me! “Emma, you don’t have to struggle like this!” I shouted toward the center of the ceremony, releasing my pent-up anger. Everyone turned to look at me with strange eyes. Emma’s face turned pale. “Didn’t I tell you we broke up? Leave and stop causing trouble!” Emma’s eyes reddened upon seeing me. Afraid I’d see her, she turned away. How could I leave without understanding? “Emma, I love you. I might not know what’s happening, but trust me, I can solve it!” From her back, I could tell Emma was about to lose control of her emotions. She turned around, tears in her eyes. Before she could speak, her mom interjected. “Young man, this isn’t a place for someone of your status.” I couldn’t help but scoff internally. Usually, such a high-end banquet hall requires an invitation to enter. But I didn’t need one; the banquet owner drove me here personally. He’s hoping I’ll rent the hall to him next year. I knew my purpose today and didn’t mention these things. Emma’s mom looked me up and down. “Are you Emma’s friend? Knowing her is already a highlight of your life.” “Young man, just because you dress nicely doesn’t mean you can cross social classes.” “Emma has feelings for you, but you must know someone as poor as you isn’t worthy of her.”

I took her words as her concern for Emma’s future and didn’t take them to heart. I didn’t respond. Emma, afraid her mom would say more outrageous things, quickly stepped up beside her mom. “Mom, I’ve already told him clearly. I have no feelings for him. Let’s not argue with him; our company still wants to go public, and this could hurt our reputation.” Miller Bank has been planning to go public since the beginning of the year. They repeatedly sought cooperation with the Carter Miller Group. Two years ago, when Miller Bank faced a financial crisis, we helped them, and now they want my dad to finance them to go public, but my dad ignored them. But Miller Bank was persistent, always looking for opportunities to cooperate. With this in mind, I suddenly realized. Could Emma’s mom be forcing her to marry this fake heir to get help from our group? It must be. Emma loves me too much to leave me just because she’s an heiress of Miller Bank! The imposter Ethan, who had been observing, snorted at me. “Kid, you have some nerve, disrupting my engagement to the Carter family heir!” I almost laughed. Talk about greed. I’ve supported him for years, showed him the world, and he dares to impersonate me and commit fraud! Such an ungrateful person! “Carter family heir? Are you?” My smile seemed to sting his sensitive pride. “You poor loser! Do you know how serious your disrespect is?” “I’m the Carter Miller Group heir. If you don’t want my father to kill you, kneel and apologize.” My tone was slightly mocking. “Too bad, if the Carter Miller Group chairman finds out, you’re the one who’s dead, not me.” “Did all your knowledge go to waste? This is a society ruled by law. No one can kill anyone! If you’re brainless, read more books.” As soon as I finished speaking, the atmosphere turned icy. My parents have always respected my choices and decisions. They know I’m not a spoiled brat and have always helped me build a good reputation. If my parents knew the student we helped was biting the hand that fed him. Using our son’s name to commit fraud, they would make him pay. Ethan’s face turned livid with rage. “You poser, dreaming of the unattainable! Get lost!” “Out of respect for Emma, I’ll let you go today! Don’t push it!” Seeing Ethan angry, Emma quickly tried to calm him. “Don’t get mad; it’s not worth it over a poor loser.” After comforting Ethan, Emma turned to me with a stern face. “Don’t you understand? We’re not on the same level. Stop dreaming and get out! I don’t want to see you!” She gestured to the security to escort me out. I thought that was the end of it, but Ethan stopped the security. “Wait!” “This poor loser is talking nonsense and ruining my engagement. How can I face the Carter family?” Ethan, dressed in the latest Dior suit, swaggered toward me. Ha, I had my mom give him that suit, thinking he’d look presentable at important events. I never imagined he’d betray us. He punched me hard, and I fell to the ground, unprepared. “Don’t let me see you again, or I’ll take your leg off next time!” I wiped the blood from my mouth. And punched him back. As soon as he raised his head to hurl insults, I swung a left hook. My boxing coach was a national champion. I do anaerobic exercise every day, and my muscles outweigh Ethan’s fat. Comparing fists with me is a futile effort. Everyone was shocked by my actions. Emma quickly reacted, indirectly protecting me. My boxing skills were honed under the guidance of a national champion. I maintain a rigorous daily regimen of anaerobic exercises, and my muscles are more defined than Ethan Johnson’s excess weight. Trying to take me on in a fight is as futile as trying to crack a rock with an egg. Is Ethan Johnson really so caught up in his act that he’s convinced himself he’s the real deal? After I landed two punches on him in front of everyone, Ethan Johnson was furious, yelling at me in a rage. “You’re finished! You’re done for! Tell your family to prepare for the worst!” “Security! Security!” Has he watched too many gangster movies, or does he think he’s some kind of mob boss? Everyone was taken aback by my actions. Emma Miller quickly stepped in to protect me. “Liam Carter, are you deaf? Get out of here now!” She exclaimed while pushing me out, though we were stopped by security halfway. “You think you can hit the young master and just walk away?” Emma trembled with fear. But I remained unfazed. I ignored the security. “Emma, you got engaged to him for your family’s business, right? Don’t be fooled by this impostor. Marry me, and I promise you and your company wealth and prosperity.” Ethan Johnson, who was raised by his grandmother, got into a prestigious university on his own merits, and with his father’s connections, landed a job at a public company. If word got out that he was impersonating me, all his efforts would be in vain. I’m willing to give him another chance. I took Emma’s hand and gave her a reassuring look. “Emma, trust me.”

But she didn’t catch my meaning. The crowd erupted in laughter at my words. “This guy’s watched too much TV. He’s so poor, hasn’t he looked at himself lately?” “In simple terms, he wants the high life but lacks the ability, so he’s looking for a free ride.” “As a man, being this shameless is utterly disgusting.” Emma’s mom chimed in with mockery. “Emma, it’s all my fault for not finding you sooner and letting you be fooled by this delusional guy.” Emma looked helpless, her brows furrowed. “Liam Carter, I’m no longer the carefree Emma you once knew. I have the responsibility of my entire family’s business on my shoulders. I don’t want to disrupt your life.” “Stop provoking Ethan. Forget me and live your life.” After saying that, she turned to Ethan with a pleading expression. “Young Master Ethan, please let bygones be bygones. Let’s continue our engagement ceremony without letting him disrupt it. Please let him go.” Ethan, looking smug, said. “Fine, you’re lucky Emma pleaded for you.” He pointed at his shoes. “But this guy got my shoes dirty. Kneel and clean them, and I’ll let it go.” Emma thought his demand was too much and couldn’t help but speak up. “Young Master Ethan, isn’t that going too far…” Ethan, annoyed, retorted at Emma. “I’m the heir of the Carter Miller Group and this loser disrupted my engagement and hit me twice. Am I overreacting?” Ethan nodded, still angry. “Fine, then Emma, you do it. Do it for him, and I’ll let him go.” Emma pressed her lips into a line, steeling herself, and knelt down. The bystanders who were on Ethan’s side earlier now began to question. The guests whispered among themselves. “Isn’t Young Master Ethan going too far? How can he treat his fiancée like this?” “Exactly. Even if this guy was wrong, it’s not Emma’s fault. Isn’t this taking it out on Emma?” “Why is Emma so humble? It’s embarrassing for us women! Even though the Carter Miller Group is powerful, she’s from a noble family too. Why bow down to Ethan like this?” “But you can’t say that. You don’t understand the Carter Miller Group’s influence. If they cut ties with Miller Bank, it would be disastrous. Didn’t you see? Even with Ethan treating Miss Miller like this, her family dare not speak up.” Emma lowered her head, hands on the ground. “I’m sorry, Young Master Ethan. It’s all my fault. I hope you can calm down.” “Emma, get up!” I couldn’t believe the proud Emma would kneel like this. A few years ago, her ex-boyfriend returned, offering her a high-paying job and everything she needed. But she didn’t even look at him, outright rejecting him, even as she was burdened with her adoptive mom’s medical bills. Yet today, she’s humbling herself for me in public. Emma blocked out my calls. My heart felt as if it was being stabbed! With sheer force, I broke free from the four or five security guards restraining me. Even if it costs me my life today, I won’t let the woman I love be humiliated. “Ethan Johnson, don’t be ungrateful! I am the real heir of the Carter Miller Group!”

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I sprained my ankle while helping my friend Eloise, who runs a store that sells contraceptives. I agreed to deliver a package for her since it was on my way home. Little did I know, I was delivering condoms that my husband would later use while cheating with another woman. I was still grappling with the shock of discovering my usually gentle and loving husband was unfaithful, when I unearthed another secret. My husband wasn’t just some guy barely scraping by on a $4500 monthly salary, struggling to pay rent. The company he works for is actually a branch of his family’s business. He’s a legitimate rich heir! On New Year’s Day, Eloise called, saying she twisted her ankle and needed me to deliver a package for her. The delivery address was in a luxury neighborhood not far from my home, conveniently on my route. As I was about to leave, I hesitated, looking at the shelves filled with products. Eloise noticed my hesitation and quickly grabbed a few boxes, stuffing them into my bag. “Consider it a reward for helping me out.” Life with Oliver was financially tight. After covering the mortgage, car loan, and utilities, there wasn’t much leftover. We’ve only been married for half a year, and we’re still very much in love, so we go through these quickly. To save money, we usually buy discounted brands. Cheap products aren’t great; they make me uncomfortable. Last night, I realized we were running low. Eloise’s gift was just what I needed. But admitting to a friend that I’m struggling to afford something as basic as condoms was a bit embarrassing. Then Eloise said something that made me uneasy: “This house regularly orders from me, but this time they changed the delivery phone number. When I checked, guess what?” Still embarrassed, I stayed silent, and Eloise lowered her voice, “It’s Oliver’s! Last time I delivered, I saw Oliver’s car downstairs! I thought he was there for business, so I didn’t mention it. But now, thinking about it, you should be cautious. I hope it’s just my imagination.” I checked the order phone number several times. It was indeed my husband’s. But Oliver comes home four nights a week; how could he have the energy to see someone else? Besides, this is a luxury neighborhood, five times the price of ours. How could Oliver, with his $4500 monthly salary, be involved with someone here? I wanted to believe it was a mistake, but when I knocked on the door, I was stunned. I saw a very familiar face—Oliver’s childhood friend, Juniper. But Oliver had told me she went abroad and didn’t know when she’d return. Through the open door, I could see that Juniper’s home was clearly lived in for some time. My mind was racing again, and then I heard a familiar, impatient voice from inside. “Juniper, haven’t you got it yet? Come in, I’ll show you a special trick I just learned. You’ll love it.” The voice was very similar to Oliver’s when he’s being intimate with me. Juniper gave me a knowing smile. “I know who you are.” “But I’m busy now, so if you have questions, save them for next time.” Then she closed the door, shutting out the sounds of intimacy inside. I had no proof, so I couldn’t just burst in. I had to wait for Oliver to come home and keep a close eye on him.

On the way back, I was in a daze, thinking my husband was just an ordinary employee who couldn’t afford such a house. He couldn’t possibly be cheating. But as soon as I reached the entrance of the luxury neighborhood, Oliver’s younger brother, Liam, pulled up in a luxury car right in front of me. He still had that playful grin. “Sister-in-law? Have you finally realized my brother is a rich heir and decided to spend his money to move out of that old place?” Rich heir? The term felt foreign when it hit my ears. To me, Oliver was the kind of guy who compared prices on toilet paper just to save a few cents. Being with him, we stretched every dollar, exhausted after work, yet still set an alarm to rush to the store for discounted groceries. Now someone in a luxury car tells me he’s a rich heir. It feels like a huge joke to me. I met Oliver through a blind date. He was honest, reliable, and caring, so I happily married him. I didn’t think life was hard; buying a house was our shared goal, just like our life together. Besides, Oliver’s passion and affection in bed made me feel he couldn’t do without me. But with everything happening today, I couldn’t help but wonder if his gentleness was real or a facade. Liam, seeing me silent, laughed heartily. “Judging by your look, my brother hasn’t told you the truth, huh?” “But I heard someone was living in the house he bought here. I thought you two talked it out, so I came to congratulate you on the move. Since you didn’t know, who is living in that house?” Liam seemed to know everything, watching me with that playful look. I knew he and Oliver didn’t get along. They almost fought at our wedding. Later, Oliver refused any contact between us, and now Liam had a chance to embarrass him, he wouldn’t let it go. He wanted me to fight with Oliver and make a big scene. But honestly, I could endure hardship with Oliver and work to improve our life. But I can’t tolerate his deceit and cheating. Delivering the condoms for my husband and his mistress myself is ridiculous! I clenched my fists. Liam wasn’t much better, waiting for this moment! I didn’t know how he tracked me down, but I knew causing a scene wouldn’t help. Liam is more cunning and dangerous. I held back my anger and went home, then searched the house for anything about Oliver.

He hid things well, like he was preventing me from discovering he was wealthy. I couldn’t find any evidence! Oliver came home three hours later. He seemed in a good mood, smiling as he hugged me on the couch. “After a year of work, we can finally take a break. Did you buy condoms? We can have a good time. The company was busy at year’s end, we haven’t been intimate. Let’s make up for it today.” My stomach churned, finding his behavior disgusting. I pushed him away and sarcastically asked, “Oliver, you’re probably drained, right? How does it feel cheating with Juniper behind my back?” Oliver’s pupils dilated instantly, then he forced a laugh, “Honey, what are you talking about?” I raised my voice, “I want a divorce! You went to great lengths to pretend to be someone else, making me suffer here while you’re keeping a mistress in a luxury neighborhood. Aren’t you disgusting?” Oliver, frustrated, said, “I did it for you! When we met, you wanted $30 bubble tea. You’re a gold digger! I hid my identity to help you change your ways!” “You being frugal and a good wife is thanks to me! You should be grateful!” “And I wasn’t planning to hide it forever. But you can’t stick to a budget every month. How can I trust you?” “Enough!” I couldn’t listen anymore and shouted, cutting him off, “I was fooled by your facade! Once exposed, you showed your true self?” “Fine, let’s divorce, before City Hall closes for the holidays.” Oliver paced the small living room; he was really angry, a far cry from his usual self. He liked controlling me in bed, guiding me by day, but things had spiraled beyond his control. He couldn’t handle it and said, “Fine! We can divorce! But don’t think of taking any of my money! I’ll generously give you this house.” Generous? I paid most of the down payment, and I’m paying most of the mortgage! I couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face! He expected me to beg, “If a gold digger like you enters my home, who knows what trouble you’d cause? I’ll divorce you eventually!” “Really going through with it?” Eloise sat in front of me, looking awkward. After a night of thinking, I calmed down. “You asked me to deliver the package not just because of your twisted ankle or it being on my way, right?” “What else do you know? Can you tell me now?” Eloise, a friend since childhood, felt guilty as things escalated. “Actually, a few days ago, Liam came to see me.” “Are you really going to get a divorce?” Eloise sat across from me, visibly uncomfortable and unsure. After a night of reflection, I was able to calm myself. “You asked me to help deliver something, but it wasn’t just because of your sprained ankle or because it was on my way, right?” “What else do you know? Can you tell me now?” Eloise, my childhood friend, looked guilty. “Actually, a few days ago, Liam came to see me.” “He told me about Oliver’s infidelity, but I knew with your personality, you wouldn’t believe it without seeing it yourself. So, I helped him stage the scene.” “But I really didn’t know he was a wealthy heir! I only knew he was cheating!” At this point, whether he was cheating or hiding his wealthy background from me no longer matters. Both prove he didn’t truly love me. He was full of deceit. This marriage has to end! I suppressed my anger. “What else do you know? You can tell me everything now.” Eloise shook her head. “That’s all. I’m not really familiar with either of them.” “But Liam coming around suddenly, who knows what he’s up to. You should be careful.” I nodded to show I understood. I have no desire to return to the house Oliver and I bought. I plan to sell it before the divorce and split the proceeds evenly. I won’t take a penny more than what’s mine. Whatever he takes, I can easily get back by visiting home. I’m not bothered at all! Having seen his true colors, I just want to cut ties quickly. No more contact! I’ve decided to stay at Eloise’s place until the divorce is finalized. After reclaiming his rich heir identity, Oliver ditched his beat-up van and flea market clothes. On the day of the divorce, he arrived in luxury attire, driving an extravagant car. In the passenger seat was his childhood sweetheart, Juniper. When Oliver wasn’t looking, Juniper wore a smug expression. I think she’s been waiting for this day for a long time. Oliver is truly blind, having a gold digger like her by his side and not realizing it. From deep within, I genuinely wish them well. May they stay together forever and not harm others. After getting out of the car, he leaned against the door, speaking in a sarcastic tone, “Leaving me will be the biggest mistake of your life. If you could have endured my test, a year later, you’d be enjoying this luxurious life too.” “Blame yourself for being too greedy and impatient. Seeing your recent behavior, I’m more convinced that keeping secrets from you and testing you was the right decision!” I have no idea where his sense of superiority comes from! I rolled my eyes at him, inadvertently revealing my Cartier limited edition earrings. “Who is this country bumpkin?” 4. He noticed them too. “There’s no need to pretend in front of me. I know exactly how much money you have. Wearing fake flea market goods to save face is just embarrassing.” “But for the sake of our marriage, I’ll split the house 60-40 after the divorce.” The house isn’t worth much. In the end, he’s essentially giving me an extra $70,000. Yet, he acts like he’s offering me the world. I’m more disgusted with Oliver than ever! I don’t want to stay with him any longer. “If we’re divorcing, let’s hurry up. I’m in a rush.” My disdain for him was obvious, but he thought I was just being irrational. To prevent him from continuing his act, I didn’t hesitate to turn and walk into City Hall. In less than half an hour, Oliver and I came out again. Juniper couldn’t help but approach us, holding Oliver’s hand and cautiously asking, “Did you get divorced?” After being deceived by Oliver for so long, I had no intention of letting him off easily. So, before he could answer, I quickly said, “No, we didn’t.” Juniper panicked instantly. She went from a delicate flower to furious. “How come you aren’t divorced?! Didn’t you always say you would divorce?!” “Oliver! Are you lying to me? Didn’t you say that after divorcing her, you’d be with me? You even called her a gold digger! Why aren’t you divorced now?!” Then she suddenly thought of something, her voice sharp with disbelief, “You’re not still hung up on this gold digger, are you?!” Oliver, frustrated by her shouting, couldn’t help but raise his voice, “Divorce cooling-off period!” Only then did Juniper calm down, quickly regaining her demure demeanor. She snuggled into Oliver’s arms. “I knew it. How could you still be hung up on her?” “You promised me you’d be with me. You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” She spoke softly, but her eyes were full of desire for possession. This kind of woman is ruthless, but Oliver, the miser, insists she’s the one who can endure hardships with him and withstand tests. If anything happens in the future, it’s no one’s fault but his own. It’s his just desserts! Oliver deliberately flaunted his affection for her in front of me. “That’s right. I’ll give you a grand wedding.” I chuckled coldly. Oliver thought I was jealous and was about to mock me when he saw me get into a luxury car. It’s a limited edition. Just one of its tires could probably buy him a car. Oliver’s eyes sparkled as he rushed over, angrily questioning me, “Where did this come from? You haven’t even properly divorced yet, and you’re already clinging to someone else’s leg!” “You just love sleeping with older men, don’t you? How did I not see that you’re such a cheap gold digger before?” I pried his hand off. “Please show some respect. Do you think everyone is like you, a worthless cheater?” “This car is mine. Don’t think your family is the only wealthy one in the world. It’s utterly ridiculous!” The driver, seeing him blocking me, couldn’t stand it any longer and got out to pull him aside, then escorted me into the car. Under the bewildered gaze of Oliver and Juniper, the car drove me away from there. If Oliver likes to pick fights, then I’ll play along. I am not afraid of trouble. Whatever harm Oliver does to me, I’ll make sure to pay it back! As soon as I got back from City Hall to Eloise’s place, my brother showed up. He had always tried to stop me from marrying Oliver, but I stubbornly believed Oliver was a good person. Though poor, he was hardworking and kind to me. He always acted like he couldn’t live without me. So I was willing to endure hardships with him, willing to leave everything behind and start from scratch with him. Now, with my brother suddenly showing up, I didn’t know how to face him. The person I believed in, the one I chose, deceived me so terribly. If only I had listened to him. I thought my brother would lecture me as before, but he only glanced at the designer bag I was carrying. “Finally willing to use the stuff I bought for you.” I felt awkward. Today, to keep up appearances, I used a lot of the gifts my brother had given me. When I got divorced, I was confidently saying that I could build a big company from scratch on my own. But now, I still have nothing behind me. Yet, he didn’t blame me at all. He just came in and looked around the room. Then he said, “If you don’t want to go home yet, go to the house I bought for you. This place is too small and uncomfortable.” He gave me a way out, and there was no reason to refuse. I agreed, quickly packed my things, sent Eloise a message, and moved out. Who would’ve thought, passing by a luxury neighborhood, I’d see Oliver and Juniper all lovey-dovey at the corner. Juniper sat in front of the car, with Oliver’s arm around her waist, kissing her passionately. My brother, who knew Oliver, impatiently honked several times to urge him. Oliver was startled and probably deflated instantly. Then, with a face full of anger, he looked up and locked eyes with me. Seeing my face, Oliver sneered. “Is this the sugar daddy you’re clinging to?”

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My Roommate’s Sinister Secret Every night, my roommate would spike the milk I drank with a sedative. Then she would secretly let different men into our apartment. I remained completely oblivious to what was happening. Until one day, feeling unwell, I went for a check-up and discovered I had contracted an STD. When I returned home, I overheard my roommate on the phone with someone. “So, how was my roommate? An Ivy League graduate, and at that price – I’d say you got quite a bargain.” I was utterly heartbroken. In the ensuing argument, my roommate pushed me down the stairs, and I died on the spot. When I regained consciousness, my roommate was standing in front of me, offering that same drugged glass of milk. “Lily, haven’t you been having trouble sleeping lately? Here, have some warm milk,” my roommate Yvonne said with a smile as she handed me a mug. As I saw the milk, my mind started racing. In my previous life, I had been fooled by Yvonne’s fake kindness and unknowingly drank this drugged milk. In the days that followed, my sleep indeed improved significantly. However, every time I woke up, I felt strange, as if something was off with my body. Despite thorough self-examinations, I couldn’t find anything wrong. It wasn’t until two weeks later when I experienced itching and swelling in my private area that I realized something was seriously wrong. When the hospital diagnosis came back, my world shattered. I had contracted an STD! But how was this possible? I hadn’t been in a relationship for three years. How could I have gotten such a disease? Feeling dejected, I returned home. As I approached our apartment, I overheard Yvonne on the balcony, talking on the phone: “So, how was it? My roommate is an Ivy League graduate, a good girl from a respectable family. The price I gave you is a steal. Want to come again? Alright, tonight at midnight. Same rules apply: no visible injuries, and clean up thoroughly when you’re done.” I burst into tears and confronted her. “I saw you didn’t have a boyfriend for so long. I was just being kind, worried you might be lonely. You should be thanking me. Who knows where you got that nasty disease from anyway,” Yvonne said with a look of contempt. Enraged, I started to fight with her. But Yvonne was stronger than me. She pushed me from the tenth floor, and I died on the spot. Afterward, Yvonne spread rumors that I had committed suicide by jumping off the building because I got an STD from sleeping around. My parents were subjected to gossip and judgment. Now that I’ve been given a second chance, I must make her pay for her sins!

Coming back to my senses, I pretended to stand up casually. “Oh no!” I exclaimed as I deliberately bumped into Yvonne’s arm. The hot milk spilled all over her face and hair. “Oh, Yvonne, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that,” I apologized frantically, grabbing a rag I had just used to clean the floor and started wiping her face with it. “Lily! What are you doing with that filthy rag? It’s disgusting!” Yvonne screamed, dodging away from me. I put on an apologetic face. “I’m so sorry, Yvonne. I’ve been overworked lately, and I’m not in the best state of mind.” Yvonne glared at me, gritting her teeth. But thinking about what she had planned for later, she swallowed her anger. “It’s okay, Lily. I’ll go get you another glass,” Yvonne said, turning back to the kitchen. Soon, she came out with another glass of milk. “Here, Lily. Drink it while it’s warm,” Yvonne said, watching me expectantly. I calmly took the milk but didn’t drink it. “Why aren’t you drinking it?” Yvonne asked, starting to get anxious. “Yvonne, why don’t you have some too? I feel bad drinking alone,” I said, shaking my head and putting the glass down. “Oh, alright, I’ll drink too,” Yvonne said hurriedly, rushing back to the kitchen to make another glass of milk. “Let’s drink together, okay?” Yvonne urged me again. I smiled and brought the milk to my lips. Yvonne watched me nervously. But just as the milk touched my lips, I stopped. “What’s wrong now?” Yvonne asked, her tone tinged with impatience. I smiled sheepishly. “Yvonne, I prefer my milk a bit sweeter. Could you get me some honey?” Yvonne’s cheeks puffed up in frustration, but she finally gave in and went to the kitchen to fetch the honey jar. With lightning speed, I switched the positions of the two glasses.

“Is this good enough, princess?” Yvonne said sarcastically. I made a face at her, then slowly drank the milk under Yvonne’s watchful gaze. Yvonne let out a subtle sigh of relief. “You watch some TV. I’ll go wash the dishes,” Yvonne said, humming a tune as she quickly cleared away the milk glasses. When Yvonne came back, I pretended to be drowsy. “Yvonne, your milk really works wonders. I’m feeling sleepy already. I think I’ll head to bed now,” I said, yawning as I walked towards my room. Yvonne’s eyes lit up immediately. “Of course, of course! You go right ahead. I’ll make you milk every night from now on,” she said enthusiastically. Looking at her scheming face, I laughed coldly to myself. Soon, she’d learn who would truly suffer the consequences of her actions.

Back in my room, I quickly got under the covers and closed my eyes. Soon, I started making soft snoring sounds. Yvonne listened at my door, trying to gauge if I was asleep. Hearing no movement, she called out tentatively, “Lily, are you asleep?” I didn’t answer. Finally, Yvonne showed her true colors. “Slut, you’re in for a treat tonight,” Yvonne cursed under her breath. She immediately sent a voice message: “Everything’s ready on my end. Just follow the instructions I gave you, got it?” After sending the message, Yvonne yawned. “This really wore me out. I need to get some good sleep too.” As Yvonne’s door closed, my eyes snapped open.

Yvonne hadn’t closed her door properly. I pushed it open a crack. Yvonne was sleeping deeply; the noise of me opening the door didn’t wake her. “Yvonne,” I called, shaking her gently. Yvonne didn’t respond at all. I had to admit, the sleeping drug was potent. I unlocked Yvonne’s phone using her fingerprint. What I found shocked me to my core. Yvonne was part of a group chat called “Lost Forest” with over a hundred members. Scrolling through the chat history, cold sweat broke out on my back. This group was dedicated to providing unconscious girls for perverts to abuse. Yvonne was one of the perpetrators. Her target, naturally, was me, her roommate. She mixed sleeping drugs into my milk, making me fall into a deep sleep. Then she would let people in. Afterward, they would leave cash in the living room. No one would ever know. The more I read, the colder my heart became. The Yvonne online was vastly different from the seemingly innocent and lively girl in real life. She was vicious and cunning. Today, she had found the first “client” for me. She had left the key under the doormat for the person to let themselves in. I was shaking with anger. I created a new account, used Yvonne’s account to add myself to the group, then deleted each other as friends. Then I found the chat with that person and sent a message: “I’m sorry, I made a mistake. It’s the room on the east side. Don’t go to the wrong one, okay?”

After receiving the person’s reply, I deleted these two messages and put the phone back exactly where I found it next to Yvonne’s pillow. As I left the room, I looked at Yvonne’s oblivious face and felt a surge of emotions. You never truly know someone, even if you live with them. Who would have thought I was sharing a room with a wolf in sheep’s clothing! I had to get my revenge! I went to the kitchen and started searching for clues. Soon, I found two cans of milk powder in the food cabinet. The only difference was that one can had my name taped to it. It seemed Yvonne was afraid of mixing them up, ensuring I would always drink the drugged milk powder. I let out a cold laugh, then switched the labels on the cans and swapped their positions. To gather more evidence, I took out the hidden cameras I had bought online last month. Coincidentally, my makeup had been mysteriously disappearing. To get to the bottom of it, I had bought two mini cameras that I hadn’t used yet. I went back to Yvonne’s room and hid one of the cameras in the eye of the teddy bear facing her bed.

I locked my door and quietly waited for the person to arrive. Just after 10 PM, I heard the sound of the front door opening. My heart immediately started racing. The person tiptoed towards our bedrooms. After a moment’s hesitation, they pushed open Yvonne’s door. My heart was pounding. After the door closed, I turned on the surveillance feed. The man was burly. When he saw Yvonne sleeping on the bed, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. “Damn, she’s so young and fresh,” he muttered. Without wasting any more time, the man eagerly pounced on her. What followed was an extremely disturbing scene. I turned off the camera in disgust. Half an hour later, I heard the door opening and closing again. Soon after, the person left our apartment. I finally let out a sigh of relief. I gently opened my door and saw a stack of cash on the coffee table in the living room. Through the slightly open door, I could see Yvonne still sleeping soundly. Her clothes and bedding had been tidied up, looking no different from when she went to sleep. I felt relieved. Now, it was time for Yvonne to get a taste of what I had experienced in my previous life.

Early the next morning, Yvonne saw the cash on the coffee table and started counting it with satisfaction. “Yvonne, where did this money come from?” I asked curiously. Yvonne turned to look at me with a cryptic smile. “Oh, this is from my part-time job,” Yvonne said, her tone containing a barely noticeable hint of amusement. I nodded, rubbing my sore neck. “Yvonne, I woke up this morning feeling achy all over. I wonder if I had sleep paralysis or something. I’m a bit scared. When the lease is up next month, I’m thinking about moving out.” “No way!” Yvonne exclaimed urgently. Realizing her reaction was off, Yvonne quickly put on a smile. “Lily, aren’t we good living together? Besides, I’d be scared living alone.” Yvonne clung to my arm, acting coy. “But,” I furrowed my brow in concern, “our company is still behind on our wages. I was thinking of moving to a cheaper place.” Naturally, Yvonne didn’t want to lose her cash cow. “Come on, Lily, please stay with me. How about I help you with the rent?” Yvonne suggested, clearly calculating. Compared to her daily illicit income, the thousand-dollar rent seemed trivial. This was perfect, allowing me to save up more money to move out sooner. “Alright then, thank you, Yvonne,” I said, hugging her with a smile. A flash of mockery and triumph crossed Yvonne’s face. The corners of my mouth turned up in a wild grin. Soon, Yvonne would receive her just punishment.

n the days that followed, Yvonne made me a cup of hot milk every night. To allay my suspicions, she would drink with me each time. After drinking the milk, Yvonne always slept exceptionally well. Sometimes she would grow suspicious, but I always managed to brush it off. Plus, with the cash appearing on the coffee table every morning as promised, Yvonne couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it. Meanwhile, in Yvonne’s evil group chat, many people were sharing their success stories. Including Yvonne. “My roommate is as dumb as a pig. I give her drugged milk, and she drinks it happily, lying there making money for me without a clue,” Yvonne boasted proudly. The group members praised her cleverness. Thanks to Yvonne’s promotion, more and more people came to her for “business.” Yvonne’s pockets grew increasingly full. Her attitude towards me became even worse. After all, in her mind, I was nothing but a cheap slut. I didn’t care at all. I lurked in the group chat, saving all the incriminating evidence. I was just waiting for the day when everything would come crashing down, ready to destroy all these vermin in one fell swoop. And it seemed Yvonne’s downfall was coming sooner than expected.

“What are you looking at? Have you no shame?” Yvonne started arguing with Butcher Bill at the farmers’ market. It all began because Butcher Bill kept leering at Yvonne. Yvonne couldn’t stand it anymore and started a fight with him in the middle of the market. “You old pervert, haven’t you ever seen a woman before? What are you staring at?” Yvonne yelled, hands on her hips, pointing her finger right in Butcher Bill’s face. Butcher Bill, in his forties and built like a tank, flushed red with anger at being berated by a young girl in public. “Young lady, watch your mouth,” Butcher Bill said, his face darkening. Yvonne, never one to back down when she thought she was right, got even more fired up seeing the crowd gathering around them. “I thought you looked like an honest man, but you’re actually so disgusting. I’m young enough to be your daughter, you old lecher. Stop staring or you’ll go blind!” Yvonne’s tone was particularly harsh. Butcher Bill was feeling embarrassed under the crowd’s scrutiny. “Get on your knees and apologize!” Yvonne demanded, ignoring Butcher Bill’s murderous glare. “You slut, you think you’re still a pure virgin? Who knows how many men have had you, and you still have the nerve to act like an innocent little flower!” Butcher Bill exploded, pointing at Yvonne and letting loose. Hearing such humiliating words, Yvonne became even more enraged. “Are you spreading dirty rumors about me?” Yvonne glared, threatening to call the police. Butcher Bill sneered, “Rumors? You have a red birthmark below your belly button, right? And three moles on your butt.” At these words, Yvonne was stunned. These were indeed marks on her body. “You… how the hell do you know that?” Yvonne was shocked. Butcher Bill just smiled meaningfully. The crowd around them grew even more excited hearing such juicy gossip. They all thought it was some scandalous affair. Yvonne fell silent. I stood by, quietly observing. Suddenly, Yvonne jerked her head up, glaring fiercely at Butcher Bill: “You fucking old pervert, have you been peeping on me in the shower?!”

At these words, not only Butcher Bill but even I was stunned. After thinking for so long, this was the conclusion Yvonne had come to. Butcher Bill opened his mouth, but before he could defend himself, Yvonne exploded. “You shameless creep! No wonder you can’t have a son! You scumbag!” Yvonne grabbed a chunk of pork from the chopping board and hurled it at Butcher Bill. In an instant, the entire farmers’ market was in chaos, with pork flying everywhere. Butcher Bill dodged the flying meat while glaring viciously at Yvonne. But Yvonne, completely oblivious to the murderous intent in Butcher Bill’s eyes, continued throwing meat and cursing. Seeing the situation getting out of hand, I grabbed Yvonne’s arm. “Yvonne, stop fighting here. It’s embarrassing. Let’s go home,” I said, trying to persuade Yvonne while dragging her out of the crowd. Yvonne kept cursing as we left, while Butcher Bill’s eyes grew colder by the second. Back home, Yvonne was still fuming. “Damn it, ran into a ghost when I went out. What rotten luck!” Yvonne angrily swept the cups off the coffee table. I watched silently as she raged. Why was Butcher Bill leering at Yvonne? Why did he know about the birthmarks on Yvonne’s body? That’s because Butcher Bill was one of Yvonne’s “clients.” The information in the group chat was confidential, so Yvonne didn’t know that the person she had arranged was Butcher Bill. But Butcher Bill had seen everything clearly. After being humiliated by Yvonne today, would he just let it go? Just after dinner, that evil group chat started buzzing with activity. A user named “Rainy Night Butcher” openly tagged Yvonne: “I’m coming to your place again tonight.”

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My CEO girlfriend Celeste docked my entire bonus and gave a car to the least competent assistant, calling it his year-end bonus. That evening, the assistant boasted about it on Snapchat. “Thanks to my generous boss and my own excellence.” The picture showed them standing next to the new car, forming a heart with one hand, smiling sweetly. This time, I didn’t have a meltdown, nor did I get jealous or confront her. Instead, I quietly maxed out her credit card to buy cars for all my colleagues. Take them together to thank. “Thanks to a generous boss and to everyone’s excellence.” Barely two minutes after posting, Celeste called me. “Asher, are you out of your mind?” “If Finn hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known you’d do something so outrageous.” “Sort this out before I get back, or face the consequences!” She hung up in anger. Just before the line went dead, I heard Finn’s pitiful voice. “I’m sorry, Celeste, for putting you in this position.” “You have nothing to apologize for. He made the mistake, not you.” Celeste’s gentle, reassuring tone was completely different from before. I knew she said it for my benefit, expecting me to clean up the mess as usual. The old me never dared stand up to her. But she doesn’t know that this time I’ve completely lost hope and won’t help her anymore. A colleague anxiously said, “Asher, does Ms. Celeste not know about this? Maybe we should return the cars, or she’ll hold you responsible.” Others agreed, trying to sound relaxed but visibly disappointed. When I told them about the cars earlier, I only said it was a year-end bonus, nothing more. They assumed it was Celeste’s doing and praised her for the surprise. Now, the surprise turned into a shock. One colleague, worried about my punishment, rushed to cancel the sale. I came back to my senses and stopped him, assuring everyone I’d handle it. Then I went home, relaxed, and took a nap. By the time I woke up, it was already early morning. I heard noise at the door and found Celeste entering the living room with a dark expression. Seeing me, she slammed her bag onto the table, making a loud noise. I knew she was trying to intimidate me, forcing me to admit my mistake and find a way to appease her. In the past, I would have done just that. But now, I just glanced at her, yawned, and said, “You’re back.” Seeing this, Celeste grew even angrier. “How can you still have the face to sleep?” “I told you to take back everything you gave away. Why haven’t you done it yet?” “Asher, you’ve got some nerve. I’m giving you a chance to fix this, and you still don’t care.” I used to fear this side of her, not because she was angry, but because it was bad for her health. After her outburst, I’d rush to comfort her, admit my mistake, and try to fix things. But now, I calmly said, “Why should I fix it? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Maybe hearing me talk back for the first time stunned Celeste. “What did you say?” I scoffed, “Even the worst performer gets a year-end bonus. So why shouldn’t everyone else, who’ve worked themselves to the bone for the company’s success, get one too?” Celeste’s face turned red with anger. “Finn may not be outstanding now, but he’s new, and for a rookie, he’s doing quite well. I’m sure he’ll be a top performer by next year.” “Besides, do you even know how many mistakes they’ve made this year? It’s good enough I didn’t dock their pay. Why should they get a bonus?” “…” Celeste kept listing their faults, and I found it amusing. Her examples were trivial mistakes she kept repeating, like forgetting to water the plants or mistakenly submitting an extra invoice. These were outside of work tasks. Besides, they always corrected their mistakes promptly. Everyone understood that starting a business is tough, so they often worked overtime without complaint for four years. Now that the company has grown, Celeste not only didn’t acknowledge their efforts but also shamelessly assigned them more work. Finn joined last year, making fewer mistakes because he relied on Celeste’s favoritism and didn’t actually work. His mistakes were in his primary duties, almost always detrimental to the company. From sending hundreds of messages to partners in the middle of the night to misreporting product prices in contracts, causing a lawsuit that cost the company eight million. Finn claimed I distracted him with work, which I found laughable, and so did everyone else. Yet Celeste believed it and unhesitatingly docked my entire year’s bonus. Seeing I wasn’t speaking, Celeste assumed I was reflecting on my actions like before. Her tone softened slightly. “Right after the call, Finn said it was tough for me and wanted to return the car. Can’t you learn from him?” “He’s just an ordinary employee who joined the company last year, yet he cares about me. And you…” Before she could finish, I interrupted, “Fine, then let him return the car. If he does, I’ll have everyone else return theirs too.” Celeste was speechless. I knew she wouldn’t let Finn return it. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Celeste, though thrifty, would always fight for Finn’s benefits under any pressure. And Finn’s offer to return was just lip service. She might know this too, yet she still supports him unconditionally. Caught off guard by my firm stand, Celeste was furious and finally poked my forehead, annoyed. “Why are you so childish?” “Asher, this is your last warning. Tomorrow, take back everything you gave out, or don’t bother staying at the company. Just resign.” “Even if you’re my boyfriend, I can’t accept someone who doesn’t follow orders in the company.” She looked at me condescendingly, sure I’d never leave. But this time, I didn’t compromise or go against my conscience to please her. Instead, I handed her the prepared document. “I was thinking the same.” “This is my resignation letter. Just sign it.”

Celeste was momentarily stunned, not expecting me to resign. I had given up a high-paying opportunity to support her startup, even invested half of my savings into the company without asking for any shares. I drank with clients till dawn, putting up with being treated like a clown. To perfect projects, I worked on just three to four hours of sleep, pushing myself to multiple cardiac arrests. Now that the company is big, anyone would think twice before leaving. Celeste, realizing this, laughed coldly. “Think carefully, resigning means no compensation. Even as my boyfriend, there’s no exception.” “I know. But I’ll take them all with me.” “Here are their resignation letters. Have a look.” I handed her a stack of resignation forms from the colleagues who had their bonuses docked. They had long been fed up with Celeste’s exploitation and favoritism towards Finn. They’d been submitting resignation applications to me, which I had been holding back. I tried convincing them to hang on, assuring them Celeste wasn’t always like this. Maybe she just needed time for Finn to adapt. They didn’t believe me, but for my sake, they stayed. This incident, however, left us all disheartened. Celeste’s face darkened. “A bunch of ingrates. I supported them for four years, and they show no gratitude.” “Forget it, I’m too tired to argue.” She quickly tore up the resignation letters and tossed them into the trash. “Let’s just forget about this incident. I won’t hold it against you, okay?” Celeste acted magnanimous. But I knew she didn’t have the luxury to hold a grudge. Despite her disdain for us and favoritism for Finn, she was well aware that most of the company’s operations were in our hands. If we left, the company would collapse. Perhaps fearing I might press further, Celeste tried to ease the tension. “Let’s just end this matter here.” “Knowing you were so stubborn, I shouldn’t have set a year-end bonus.” “These cars add up to over five million, you know. Don’t forget it’s your money too. We’re now further from getting married, it’s heartbreaking.” Celeste sighed, but I found it mildly amusing. She often said things like that. She had a bank card where she deposited money each month, telling me we would marry once it reached ten million. I believed her completely, often secretly adding money to it myself. It wasn’t until last month that I stumbled upon the fact that the card, which should have contained nine million, had only five million left. Upon checking the statements, I discovered she spent the money on dates and gifts for Finn. Shoes costing twenty to thirty thousand each pair, and she had given over twenty pairs in just half a year. Underwear costing two thousand each, and she once bought eighteen pairs. A seafood banquet for their dates cost at least eighty thousand per table. These were luxuries I couldn’t even dream of. Yet, whenever I wanted to buy a new outfit for a hundred bucks, she’d scold me for being wasteful, questioning if I was serious about marriage. It was absurd. I often blamed myself, not realizing that she was the one not serious about marriage. I couldn’t understand how she could lie so effortlessly. Just as I was about to speak, her phone rang. Celeste dismissed me, stepping onto the balcony to take the call. Whatever was said seemed to lift her spirits, as she returned humming a tune, looking pleased. Seeing me, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her smile fading, her expression turning awkward. “A business partner needs to see me. I have to go, take some time to think things over at home.” I didn’t bother to confront her. I watched her pick an outfit from the closet, choose a different purse, and then leave. I checked the bank card details. Just then, another hundred thousand was withdrawn. The payee was a bar she frequented with Finn. After a few moments of silence, I picked up my phone and called the police.

When I arrived with the police, Celeste and Finn had just finished a toast. Amidst the loud music and chatter, their spirits were unusually high. “Sister Celeste, I can’t believe you’re still with Asher after all his reckless behavior.” “You have such patience. You’ve founded a company and have so many assets, you’re a modern-day leading woman, yet you still humor him.” “Anyone else would have switched boyfriends long ago and avoided such trouble.” Finn was indignant on Celeste’s behalf. Celeste sighed, her tone somewhat helpless. “I can’t help it. He did contribute when the company was founded. If we break up now, everyone would think I’m ungrateful.” “Blame it on my poor judgment. I never thought he’d turn out like this.” “Once the time is right, I’ll find a way to get rid of him.” Her words were clear to my ears, but I only found them amusing. I had asked Celeste early on why she chose this path. At the time, I was a manager at a multinational company, earning a substantial salary, more than enough to support us. But starting a business came with many uncertainties and could be tough. Back then, Celeste looked me in the eye and sincerely told me she didn’t want me to struggle alone. She wanted to stand by my side and walk further together. I stepped out of my comfort zone to help her reach her current position. She had indeed come a long way, but not only did she not want to be by my side, she felt she had every right to kick me aside. Yet, I wasn’t sad. Her words confirmed what I had suspected for a while. The police gave me a sympathetic look. To avoid causing a scene, they had the manager call her out. After explaining the situation to Celeste, she looked at me, incredulous. “Asher, what are you doing now? Reporting to the police over a little money, is it really necessary?” Finn clutched his chest, coughing violently. Celeste hurriedly soothed him, her eyes full of worry and anger, then glared at me: “Don’t you know Finn’s health is poor and can’t handle stress? If something happens to him, how will you take responsibility?” But I remember during our hardest winter, when I was feverish with a temperature of 104 degrees, she wasn’t this concerned. Instead, she told me to endure it to boost my immunity. I ended up with a chronic condition, struggling to breathe when the weather turned cold, and she never cared. I couldn’t help but snicker. “You’re still laughing! Asher, you’re so cold-hearted!” Celeste looked at me coldly: “If you’re making a fuss over this little money, I think you’re not fit to be my boyfriend. Let’s just break up.” “Fine, let’s break up.” I nodded. Celeste looked at me, shocked, her eyes widening. I knew she didn’t believe I would break up. In the past, whenever she mentioned breaking up, it was just a tactic to get her way, a means to threaten me. We both knew that, but I always found a way to appease her, even apologizing and asking for forgiveness when I wasn’t at fault. This was the first time I truly agreed to break up. Celeste’s lips quivered, as if she wanted to say something. Finn hastily chimed in: “Asher, I know you’re jealous, but Sister Celeste only said that out of anger. She doesn’t really want to break up with you, don’t agree to it.” He seemed to be pleading on my behalf, but I could still see the faint pride in his eyes. Sure enough, Celeste snorted: “Finn, no need to explain for him. Let’s break up, just hope he doesn’t regret it later.” With that, she grabbed Finn’s hand and started to leave. I raised my hand to stop them: “Since we’re breaking up, shouldn’t you return the money too?” I gestured to the police. When I made the report, I had already shown all the evidence, proving that Celeste had taken a large sum of my money without permission. The police nodded, advising Celeste to return the money if the situation was true, to avoid escalating it to court. Celeste didn’t respond, but Finn protested: “He used Sister Celeste’s card to buy dozens of cars before, yet she didn’t report it.” “If you want to report, go ahead. Now that we’ve broken up, you can settle our accounts too.” I looked at Celeste. I knew she didn’t want to report because she was afraid. If we really settled our accounts over the years, what Celeste owed me was far more than just four million. Finn wanted to argue, but seeing Celeste’s pale face, he wisely kept silent. Celeste gritted her teeth, glaring at me, then worked her phone for a while. “I transferred it. Are you satisfied now?” After saying that, she shot me a glare, grabbed Finn’s hand, and left. I thanked the police, went back to file the report, and then headed home. Just as I walked in, a colleague from the finance department called. “Asher, Ms. Celeste just withdrew over four million from the company’s funds.”

“The reconciliation is coming up, will you cover for her again this quarter?” Celeste often withdrew money from the company account. Initially, she remembered to pay it back, but eventually, she always forgot. She’d have the finance department wait until she couldn’t cover it at reconciliation, then they’d come to me. Each time, I’d use my own savings to fill the gap. I’d mentioned it to Celeste, but she called it trust. It wasn’t until last month that I discovered a large portion of Celeste’s expenses went to Finn. She didn’t trust me; she just saw me as a fool. “I won’t cover it this time. Report it as is,” I said calmly. “And don’t come to me for these things anymore; we’ve broken up.” Hearing this, the finance officer actually sighed in relief. “You finally came to your senses. I was going to advise you this time. Covering the company’s shortfall often takes a quarter of your total income. The company doesn’t seem like Ms. Celeste’s, it feels more like yours.” “After all, you’ve been managing it diligently for years. Even her tax evasion was covered by you. Without you, she wouldn’t have made it this far.” After hanging up, I reflected for a moment. I used to think we were one unit, that Celeste’s problems were my problems since we’d eventually marry. In hindsight, my thinking was laughable. Even outsiders could see my contributions, yet Celeste couldn’t. She was still trying to shake me off. I knew Celeste wouldn’t let this go easily. Sure enough, in the following days, she and Finn became bolder. Where they used to hide, now they held hands openly, fingers intertwined. Celeste used to find excuses. Now she directly assigned my projects to Finn, crediting him instead. Just as I entered the company doors, Finn handed me a mop. “Sorry, Asher. Sister Celeste said the company just paid out year-end bonuses, so funds are tight. We won’t be hiring cleaners for now, so internal staff will handle cleaning.” “Management should lead by example, and since you’ve done it before, you can start.” He looked at me, eyes full of mockery. I knew he was doing it on purpose. This wasn’t the first time. Once, when Finn broke a contract, I scolded him in public. Celeste claimed my emotions were unstable and made me clean the toilets for a week. As soon as I arrived at work that day, Finn handed me a mop. “Sorry, Asher,” he said. “Celeste mentioned that the company just paid out year-end bonuses, so funds are tight. We can’t afford a cleaning service right now, so we’ll have to handle the cleaning ourselves.” “Management needs to set an example,” he added with a smirk. “Since you’ve done this before, you should lead the way.” I knew he was doing this on purpose, mocking me with his smile. It wasn’t the first time. Previously, Finn had broken a contract, and when I called him out publicly, Celeste punished me by making me clean the bathrooms for a week, claiming I was being too emotional. “That’s too much!” Finally, a colleague couldn’t hold back and spoke up for me. “Why don’t you clean up for Asher then?” Finn sneered at him. “Clean what?!” The colleague grabbed the mop and tossed it back at Finn. “Asher, why are we still here? So many companies have tried to poach us, but we’ve stayed loyal to this company, to her. And this is how she repays us. She’s clearly trying to push us out.” Other colleagues chimed in, expressing their agreement. Soon enough, Celeste walked in with a stern expression. Finn, seeing her as his savior, exaggerated the story to her. “You want to leave? Then go ahead!” Celeste sneered. Another colleague tried to defend me, but Celeste retorted, “You must all have been bribed by Asher to speak for him.” The colleague was left speechless. I found her accusations laughable. Whenever anyone defended me, she would accuse them of being bribed, effectively shutting them up. Staying seemed pointless now. I began packing my things to leave. Seeing this, my colleagues also started packing. Celeste paused in shock and then got angry. Just as she was about to speak, Finn whispered something to her, and her expression softened. “Those who want to leave, may do so. But for those who stay, there’s a $5,000 monthly raise, and when the company goes public, you’ll receive stock options.” Several people paused and looked at her. I knew they were surprised that Celeste still hadn’t realized the company couldn’t go public anymore. Recently, the finance department had repeatedly raised concerns about the accounting issues, but she ignored them. They finally reported everything truthfully. They planned to inform her later, but last night, our competitor had already taken her to court. Celeste was oblivious, mistaking their pause for hesitation to leave. She looked smug. “I’m pleased with your decision. Tonight, our investors will be coming to evaluate us. As long as you all perform well, I won’t disappoint you.” “This year’s year-end bonus is a car, and if you do well, next year’s will be a house.” She glanced at me triumphantly, then whispered, “See, Asher? No matter how much you try to get them cars, in the end, it’s all about the money.” “As long as I offer enough, I can keep them here.” I was about to respond when the receptionist rushed in to inform Celeste, “Ms. Celeste, someone is here…” Before she could finish, Finn interrupted loudly. “Is it our business partner? They weren’t supposed to arrive until the evening. Maybe they see our potential.” Celeste also realized and sneered at me. “You’ll regret this now.” Just then, there was a commotion outside, and Celeste hurried to the door. She froze when she saw who it was. Two police officers entered. They presented their badges and said coldly, “Celeste, you’ve been reported for embezzling company funds and tax evasion. Please come with us for investigation.”

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“Julia, stay with me. You’re the only one I want, alright?” That was the only romantic thing Jack ever said to me. I had admired him for years as a younger classmate. Among all the women Jack had been with, I was the one who obeyed him the most. I genuinely loved him, but that didn’t matter to him. He was always indifferent, dismissive, and contemptuous toward me. My love for him faded, and I moved on. But then Jack changed completely; he went off the deep end. He accused, “Julia, you looked down on me from the beginning…” The fields where we first met were filled with blooming starry flowers, yet he never understood their significance. Deep down, Jack had no respect for women, including me. His father was the chairman of a leading corporation, and his mother owned the largest pharmaceutical company in the city. After Jack was born, they each went their separate ways, indulging in affairs. This environment influenced Jack profoundly. I, too, was inexplicably drawn to him, captivated by a mysterious allure. When my first feelings of love emerged, I couldn’t resist him. Whenever he was drunk, he would hold me and say, “Julia, you’re different…” I heard those words countless times. I had met his first love, who was just like the women his father pursued. Young Jack spent lavishly on her at nightclubs every night. After a week of their affair, she vanished from the scene, and I never saw her with Jack again. Out of curiosity, I asked my best friend’s brother, who owned a nightclub. He told me that Jack’s first love wanted to climb the social ladder for someone she truly loved. She frequented nightclubs, seeking out inexperienced rich kids, and Jack’s reputation as a playboy made him her target. While she moved from bed to bed every night for her beloved, that man got engaged to a wealthy young lady. When the truth came out, she was discarded like an old shoe by the man she loved. On my way home, I thought for a long time about many things and ultimately didn’t know whether she felt deep affection or was just obsessed. Perhaps it was her way of expressing love… Back home, I recalled what my friend Bob said. He asked, “Is Jack treating you well?” I was at a loss for words. Was he treating me well… “Julia, you’d be better off just going after Jack’s money,” Bob sighed and gently patted my head. For money? Just for money? I don’t think I can do that. “Julia, I want to see you.” Jack’s message popped up on my phone. Without hesitation, I took a cab to the address he sent. It was a lovers’ hotel. When I knocked on the door, a large bouquet of starry flowers greeted me, followed by Jack’s handsome face, smiling like a memory from the past. The first time I was captivated by him, it was just like this. I met Jack when I was 18, and I stayed with him for five years. I was timid and introverted, orphaned and raised by my uncle. My aunt treated me well, but my uncle looked down on me. Luckily, my uncle was henpecked, so I grew up fine. I became best friends with my neighbor, Rose. When my aunt was away on business trips, I’d often stay over at their place, and over time, I got to know Bob. He was gentle, always looking at me with kind eyes. Unlike Jack’s gaze, which was full of feigned affection… Yet, despite everything, I still fell for Jack. A message from my uncle’s friend said my uncle was drunk and needed to be picked up before someone else took advantage. Despite my uncle not liking me, he raised me for many years, and my aunt was abroad on business. I hurriedly took a cab there. I slowly pushed open the private room door. “Oh! A college student? You’re in for a treat today.” My uncle sat in the middle, not the least bit drunk, while the pot-bellied man beside him laughed, looking at me with lustful eyes. I realized I had been tricked and fearfully looked at my uncle.

“She’s just a waste of money, a parasite. Anyone who wants her can have her. Just have fun, brothers.” Hearing my uncle’s words, I turned and ran out, but this was the innermost room. Without the bartender from earlier, I couldn’t leave. With a crash, I felt dizzy, blood on my forehead, and fell to the ground. My palms were pierced by shattered glass. “Run, why don’t you!” The pot-bellied man’s blurry figure appeared before me. It was over. It was really over this time. Tears streamed down my face, my vision blurred, and the pain was so intense I couldn’t stand. “Get lost!” Before fainting, I heard a pleasant voice and saw a blurry figure… I woke up in a hotel bed, my forehead and hands bandaged. “You’re awake.” It was the first time I met Jack. His youthful face was clean, with handsome and bold features. I was momentarily at a loss. “Did you save me?” The boy looked at me for a while, then glanced away and nodded. I quickly thanked him. He didn’t look at me or speak. Did he want money? But he didn’t seem like he needed it. “Snapchat, maybe?” I asked softly. He looked at me, but his gaze was no longer the same. Now it was full of disgust and disdain. I looked down, feeling helpless. That look was just like my uncle’s. “Jack.” He threw his phone in front of me, his voice cold. “Julia.” I quickly added him on Snapchat, noticing his dark profile picture. “Julia, the name suits you, acting all innocent.” He raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. I looked up in shock, seeing a mischievous smile on his face. “Automatic transfer of ten thousand dollars.” The mechanical voice came from Jack’s phone, for the medical and hotel expenses I just sent. This hotel looked expensive, and I only had twelve thousand left in my account. “What does this mean?” “Medical fees and hotel expenses.” “Did you add me on Snapchat for this?” Jack’s handsome brows furrowed, disbelief in his voice. I slowly got out of bed, my head finally feeling better. Seeing me silent, Jack suddenly pulled me, his expression dark and uncertain. He looked at me with hesitation before finally speaking. “Julia, stay with me, and from now on, I’ll only want you, alright?” At the time, I thought it was a question, but it turned out to be a statement. He was notifying me, not asking or negotiating. And yet, I inexplicably nodded and agreed. But there was no joy in his eyes. It seemed as simple as saying, “Let’s have breakfast.” After that, I left my uncle’s house and was placed in a villa by Jack. Rather than respect, it felt more like disdain and contempt. He never touched me. But for anniversaries, birthdays, and every holiday, he always gave me gifts, never missing one. He frequented the nightclubs every night without exception. Yet I fell for him. I wondered if asking certain questions would mean losing even what little we had. I never spent the money he sent to my account. I continued working part-time at the flower shop with my best friend. I didn’t tell Jack any of this, afraid he would look down on me even more. To someone like him, a privileged young man, I feared being seen as a blemish…

“Hey, it’s my birthday today. Can you spend some time with me?” I read the message that popped up on Jack’s phone and watched him head to the bathroom. The baby’s breath on the table caught my eye, and I let out a rueful smile. Julia, you’ve got to wake up and let go. Did you really think Jack loved you? The sound of running water stopped. I closed my eyes, wiped away my tears, and looked at Jack in his bathrobe. My heart felt a pang of sorrow. His eyes remained the same—aloof, cold, with a smile that never reached them. It felt so insincere. Who was he trying to fool with this act? Me? Well, he was quite the performer. After all, I’ve been with him for five years. “What’s up with you?” Jack looked puzzled after I stared at him for a while. I slowly removed my top, leaving only my undergarments and a thin white dress. “Jack, what do you really think of me?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. It was the first time we were this close—close enough for me to feel his heartbeat. “Julia, what’s going on?” Jack grabbed my arm, a mix of urgency and a hint of panic in his eyes. “Why are you giving me so much money? What do you want?” “Just stay by my side. I’ve got things to do today, so I can’t have dinner with you.” With that, Jack left. Right. I slumped to the floor, knowing from the start it was all in my head, yet I still walked straight into humiliation. I took off my clothes and took a shower. It should’ve ended sooner. “Hey, look, Jack’s spending his birthday with that girl,” Rose messaged me on WhatsApp. I scrolled down and saw it was from Lily, one of Jack’s flings. I looked at myself in the mirror and slapped myself hard three times. It was time to wake up completely. I’ve always been the one to blame for my own downfall, delusion, and consequences. “Rose, I’m tired. I don’t want to like him anymore.” After sending that message, I dressed in a daze. As I left, I caught sight of the baby’s breath on the table, its beauty almost blinding. Back at the villa, the couple’s slippers at the door were my doing. Overall, all the double items in the house were my doing. The first time he used them, he didn’t say he disliked them. I liked to deceive myself into thinking he liked me. I looked at the cold, empty house and let out a bitter laugh. I thought, it’s okay. I’ll leave soon too. Give it more time, and I’ll surely forget him. Everyone will be happy. Letting go of Jack means letting go of myself too. I picked up the photo album from the bedside table. It was full of photos I secretly took of Jack. In one, he smiled unintentionally, a young man at the peak of his youth, running with vigor. There was also a photo of the first time he gave me baby’s breath. Memories flooded back, and I seemed to smell the fresh scent of the baby’s breath and the sweet mountain breeze. A gentle breeze brushed Jack’s face as he awkwardly took the bouquet from behind and shoved it into my hands. “Jack, can I take a photo?” It was the first time I asked him for something. He hesitated but then nodded awkwardly. I quickly took the photo, fearing he might change his mind. As I reached for the flowers, he tossed them aside. “I have something to do. You should go back.” With that, Jack left. I slowly walked back, holding the bouquet of baby’s breath he’d thrown on the ground.

The last warmth I had with Jack was when he clung to me after getting drunk, like a rascal. But I cherished even this little warmth. Love pierced my heart—this phrase, I really seemed to feel it. But Jack completely forgot his vow. Lily, his childhood friend, had been with him longer than I had. His friends often called her “sister-in-law.” Jack never denied it, only said Lily was special to him. Jack started saying I was being unreasonable, and his tone grew impatient. I was holding the anniversary gift I planned to give Jack, thinking we’d talk today since he hadn’t cheated. Suppressing my heartache, I was about to call him when I unexpectedly saw him and his mom get out of a car. A young girl was holding Jack’s arm, and when she stumbled, Jack quickly held her tight. That girl was no one else but Lily, Jack’s childhood friend. So their relationship wasn’t just rumors. I dialed Jack’s number and watched him carefully support Lily into the restaurant. He didn’t answer at first, but soon called back. “What’s up, Julia? I was in a meeting and couldn’t answer.” Jack’s voice was as cold as ever, not even bothering to add a hint of warmth to his lie. I forced a smile and said slowly, “I’ll pick you up from work. I’m off now.” “No need, it’ll take a while here. I’m quite busy. You should go home and rest.” Busy? What exactly are you busy with? My heart ached. “Alright.” I hung up. The phone rang again, this time it was from Jack’s mother. She started scolding right away: “Julia, stay away from my son. Lily’s back, and they’re planning to get married. They’ve already picked out rings.” The line went dead with a beep. Rings? I suddenly remembered the ring Jack had hidden in the bedside table a few days ago. Why was he being so secretive? I went to my friend’s house, feeling lost. Rose gently rubbed my head and said softly, “Julia, if you’re tired, let it go. He’s Jack, a reckless wanderer.” “I thought even if he was a wanderer, he would come back for me. He said he’s only for me.” I cried so hard my stomach churned, feeling nauseous, dry-heaving with nothing coming out. The next time I saw Jack was the following evening. He was in the kitchen, cooking soup. My heart suddenly felt warm, hoping he might explain things to me. But after a long while, as he poured the soup into a thermos, I watched him. He seemed a bit flustered and spoke softly, “My friend isn’t feeling well. I’m taking this over. You order some takeout for yourself, okay? Don’t worry, it’s a guy.” I threw the gift I was holding into the trash, smiled, and looked at him. At that moment, I was completely exhausted. “It’s obviously for your childhood friend Lily. Why lie to me?” “If you’ve fallen for someone else, just tell me. I can let you both be together.” “Jack, your past vows, the vow that you only want me, don’t worry about it. I just hope you’re with the person you like.” “I, Julia, am not that cheap. I just thought you turned back for me.” “Just take it as me being delusional, alright?” For the first time, Jack’s indifferent face showed panic. “Julia, I said I only want you. Don’t overthink.” That rare panic. I avoided his embrace. “Jack, I’ll ask once. What’s the deal between you and Lily?” As he was about to reply, I added softly, “Don’t lie again, or else… we’ll never see each other again.” The air suddenly went silent, and we could only hear each other’s breathing.

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I stumbled upon a message from another woman on his phone: “I got a new dress. Want to come over tonight and see it?” The photo attached showed a skimpy piece of black lace, barely covering anything. Enraged, I confronted him. He brushed it off as a joke with a coworker, even turning it on me, suggesting I was making something out of nothing. Worse, he insinuated I had something going on with his brother. So, I actually turned to his brother. His brother is 6’2″, muscular, handsome, wealthy, and influential. I wasn’t really at a loss. **Chapter 1** The black lace in the photo was ridiculously small, delicately held between two fingers with red nail polish. Due to the angle, a hint of cleavage was visible in the photo. Evan emerged from the bathroom. “I have a party tonight. I’ll probably be back late, so don’t wait up.” “You know you don’t enjoy these parties; otherwise, I’d have taken you with me,” he said while getting dressed. “I want to go today.” His hands paused while tying his tie, but he quickly resumed as if nothing had happened. Maybe my tone was a bit harsh, and he sensed something was off. He chuckled lightly, his back to me. “You don’t like these parties, right? It’s just a bunch of guys; you wouldn’t enjoy it.” “What kind of party only has two people?” He spun around, his scrutinizing gaze shifting from my face to the phone on the table. “You checked my phone!” He unlocked it with his fingerprint, glanced at the new message, and then stuffed it back into his pocket. I hadn’t even started questioning him, but he was already on the offensive, looking fierce. “Coco, you never used to check my phone. You’ve changed!” “Evan, who really changed here? You haven’t even explained yourself. After all these years, how could you do this to us?” I was furious, my fists pounding the sofa. He irritably loosened his tie. “I told you, she’s just a colleague. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.” His eyes darted around as he slumped on the sofa armrest. I stood before him. “A colleague showing you lingerie, huh?” He pursed his lips, impatient, eyes red, looking up at me. “I haven’t even mentioned how you and Mike were sketchy last time. Who knows what you two were up to?” That was just a department dinner that ended late. I happened to run into Mike, so we came back together. Suddenly, I wanted to laugh. It was just like the videos I’d seen, where men raise their voices and counterattack when feeling guilty or exposed. “You two have been together all along, right? You look down on me, couldn’t handle being alone, so you went for my brother.” Desperate? It was the first time I realized he had this side. My hands shook at my sides, but I held back the tears. “Yeah, you’re right. I do like your brother. He’s better than you in every way.” He stared at me, incredulous. “Say that again!” “I like your brother. We’ve been together for a while now. Satisfied?” Evan’s fiery gaze moved from my face to the doorway, where Mike, his brother, stood. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, a dark suit, hands in his pockets, standing tall. His cold gaze through the lenses landed on me, making my cheeks burn. I sobered up a bit, unsure how much he’d heard. His leather shoes clacked on the floor, and a shadow loomed over me, making my heart race. Evan spoke first, pointing at me. “Big brother, she’s lying, right?” I frowned, about to speak, but his actions stopped me. Mike walked up to me, reaching out his hand, a ring on his left index finger. Under his calm gaze, I inexplicably placed my hand in his. **Chapter 2** Evan stormed downstairs. Rain pounded on the car roof, the engine roared, and he drove off. Rain surrounded the balcony, enclosing it in a tight space. I wrapped a shawl over my silver silk pajamas and sank into the sofa. Before this, he showed no signs of anything unusual. I always thought we were the happiest. Even if we might never have kids together. He was busy with work but called me every day. If he was coming home late, he’d let me know in advance, so I wouldn’t wait up. He’d tuck me in at night, always prepared surprises for holidays. When he had time, he’d cook for me, even if his skills weren’t great. He said he wanted to make it for me. So, when I saw the message from that woman, I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was a misunderstanding. To confirm my suspicions, I scrolled far up, hoping to find it was sent to the wrong person or that Evan had rejected her advances. Clearly, I was disappointed. They chatted every day. I couldn’t reach the top of their messages, which meant they’d been together for a long time. It was all real, not a misunderstanding. When the lies were exposed, and the truth was out, he showed his ugly side. It felt like all the past tenderness was an illusion. He was furious and made wild accusations, so different from the Evan I remembered. Memories flooded back, the sound of my phone hitting the floor snapped me back. Looking up, I saw him on the third-floor balcony—Mike, Evan’s brother. Black trousers, black shirt. Holding a glass of red wine, his expression indifferent, as if he always was like this, showing no emotion. Maybe because he was the head of the Johnson Corporation, years of business ups and downs had given him such a calm demeanor. I wanted to apologize, but he was gone from the balcony. Since Evan left, he hadn’t come home for days. Today, his assistant helped him back. “Ma’am, the young master drank too much today. I’ll leave him to you.” He was sprawled on the sofa, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol. He rarely drank this much. If he occasionally drank too much during social events, I’d help clean him up. I felt sorry for him, drinking so much to socialize. Now, seeing him like this, I stared at him for a long time, though my heart was already in turmoil. Countless raindrops fell on my heart, cold enveloping me, making it hard to breathe. After all, we were once so perfect. Together since sophomore year, it’s been six years now. I wanted to take a knife and cut open his chest, to see what’s inside. What kind of person can maintain a calm and beautiful life with me, while having another family outside? I don’t understand. I don’t understand why there are such people in the world. Lying in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t sleep. I was a child left behind by parents who worked away from home, sometimes not returning for a year. Later, they died in a car accident, and my grandmother passed too. I had too little love. Compared to other children left behind, I was even more hesitant to believe in others’ sincerity. I was afraid of gaining something only to lose it again. But I was cautious. Why did it end like this? Back then, he was the famous rich kid on campus. I was the well-rounded school beauty. His pursuit was intense, but I was unmoved. I didn’t believe someone like him could be sincere. Besides, I was busy with studies and work, had no time for such thoughts. But after a class-organized event, I was moved. It had rained the night before, and we walked along the winding mountain road. When I got in the car, the only seat left was the front passenger seat, and Evan was driving. It was our first outing, everyone was excited, discussing what to play when we arrived, unaware of the impending danger. A landslide blocked the road. Evan was about to get out to check, classmates in the back were craning their necks to look out the window. “Be careful, Evan…” Before the words were out, a rock rolled down and hit the hood hard. By the time we reacted, it was too late. Mud and rocks flowed down. It was too late to reverse. In panic, he pulled me into his arms. He let out a few grunts and then went silent. In the hospital, I accepted his confession. He took out a simple ring and put it on my ring finger. He wore an identical one. Tears fell down my temples, soaking the pillow. A loud knocking at the door pulled me from my memories. The knocking sounded like it would break the door down. **Chapter 3** “Mom, what are you doing here?” She stormed in, glanced at the bed behind me, then at Evan sprawled on the sofa. “Mom? You still remember I’m your mom? Is this how you treat your husband?” “He hasn’t been home for days, and now he’s back, you don’t even clean him up and let him sleep on the sofa while you sleep comfortably in bed.” I didn’t want to explain. She never liked me anyway. She started lecturing me again, about how a husband is like the sky, and a mother-in-law’s words are the rules. I used to endure because of Evan, but not anymore. “Someone else can clean him outside; I don’t need to.” The door swung open and someone stormed in with an air of hostility, casting a glance at the bed behind me before looking over at Evan, who was sprawled out on the sofa. “Mother? So you do remember I’m your mother. Is this how you treat your husband?” “He’s been gone for days, and when he finally returns, you don’t even bother to clean him up. You let him lie on the sofa while you sleep comfortably in bed.” I had no desire to explain anything to her; we’ve never really gotten along. She started on the usual lecture about how a husband is everything and a mother-in-law’s word is law. I used to put up with her for Evan’s sake, but not anymore. “Someone else can deal with him outside; I don’t need to.” She was dressed in opulent attire, carrying herself with the air of a wealthy lady, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pointed at me. “That’s because you’re useless. All this time and you haven’t even managed to bear a child. Maybe you should look into your own shortcomings.” So she knew all along about her son’s affair. “Just as I thought, you should always consider a man’s parents. With a mother like you, it’s no wonder he lacks any moral direction.” I’m usually quite mild-mannered, but this was the first time I spoke so disrespectfully to her. She pointed at me, her finger trembling. “This is unbelievable! How did my Evan end up with such an unworthy woman?” “What era are we in? Still harping on about being ‘virtuous’?” She had the nanny help Evan clean up, and amidst her curses, I turned my back on her and returned to my room. Lately, I’ve been out of sorts at work. My colleagues commented that I looked worn out. This wasn’t some trivial spat that would blow over in a few days. It was years of trust collapsing in an instant. Warm memories shattered by the bitterness of mutual hurt. A woman, dressed to the nines, blocked my path. Her face was full of arrogant disdain. I knew who she was. Lily, the woman sending Evan messages on WhatsApp. “Coco, I assume you know who I am by now? Let’s not beat around the bush.” “Evan has agreed to marry me, so you’d better get the message and step aside. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I smirked slightly. “Are you sure he’ll actually marry you?” She rolled her eyes at me. “Of course. Do you know how much he likes me? He’s been with me for so long, and he hasn’t even touched me.” I laughed out loud. She was furious. “Have you lost your mind? What’s so funny?” I moved a little closer. “I just want to tell you, if a man and a woman are in bed together, and he’s not interested, then he’s just—” Before I could finish, a slap landed on my face, ringing in my ears. It was Evan, standing there while Lily laughed mockingly beside him. My face burned, and he dragged me a few steps away. “What nonsense are you spouting?” With a slap, I returned the favor. Chapter 4 He stared at me in disbelief, his expression one of shock. To him, I had always been gentle and understanding. But hadn’t I always seen him as a considerate family man too? Now, everything was different. He pulled me into the car, and my legs, encumbered by my dress, banged against the door frame. Before I could even fasten my seatbelt, the car lurched forward. It screeched to a stop suddenly, and he dragged me up to the second floor. I was powerless against his strength. “Coco, admit it, you look down on me! So why did you marry me?” “You women are all the same, right? Just after money. If I had none, you’d have left long ago!” I couldn’t help but cry—was it the pain in my knee or the hurt in my heart? “Evan, you were the one who pursued me first. Have you lost your conscience?” He picked up a cup from the table and smashed it on the floor. The flying glass cut both of us. I touched the cut near my eye, and it stung sharply. His eyes narrowed, a flash of danger in them. “I have my issues, but didn’t you know that before we married? What now, can’t handle being alone?” “If you want a man, find one outside, not at home, Coco. You’ve got some nerve.” His words were harsh, as if he were the victim. I’m not good at arguing, and at this point, there was nothing left to say. I pulled out the divorce papers from my bag. Half a month ago, I never imagined we’d end up here, after five years of sharing a bed and whispering to each other every night. Seeing the words “divorce agreement,” he rushed over and tore it in half. A cool breeze swept in from the balcony, and at some point, it had started raining outside. The rain splattered on his black leather shoes, and the droplets pounded on the umbrella, sliding down, surrounding us in a curtain of rain. “What are you doing? Divorce would be good for both of us, right?” His eyes were bloodshot, truly looking like a victim: “Divorce? Not a chance!”

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