In my previous life, my biological parents sent me to a mental asylum for the sake of their adopted daughter, leaving me to be trampled upon. I ended up paralyzed, with festering wounds, dying with hatred in my heart. When I opened my eyes again, I decided to go crazy and destroy everyone! I was reborn, right at the family dinner where my biological parents had brought me back home. In my previous life, my scumbag father and mother only recognized me when I was almost of age, wanting to get their hands on the inheritance my grandfather had left for me. They found me lacking and unrefined. On the surface, we appeared to be a happy family, but behind closed doors, neither my father nor mother truly cared for me. They emotionally manipulated me, living a lavish lifestyle on my money. Based on a single comment from their adopted daughter Sophia Carter, they even sent me to a mental asylum. In the end, I was paralyzed, lying in bed with festering wounds, starving to death. This time around, I’m going to abandon any notion of family ties and take back everything that’s rightfully mine. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze under my skirt! I collected myself and realized I was standing just outside the kitchen door, holding a chicken in my left hand and a duck in my right, with a chubby kid crawling under my skirt! This shameless little brat was sent by Sophia! In my previous life, Sophia, under the guise of having our parents eat the freshest ingredients, specifically bought live chickens and ducks for me to slaughter, claiming it showed filial piety as a daughter. Not only did she make me smell like bird droppings at my own welcome dinner, but she also encouraged a distant relative’s child to play a prank while I was working in the kitchen. They took upskirt photos of me and spread them in the family group chat, making me a laughingstock. My parents already looked down on me, and after this incident, they openly favored Sophia even more. This time, as soon as the brat hugged my leg, I kicked him away, sending him flying about 6 feet. Ahhh— The kid let out a scream, and while everyone rushed to check on him, I finally had a moment to clear my head. Everyone came running at the sound, and the little brat was lying on the ground, wailing to his mother. “Lydia! Have you gone mad?” my mother’s voice rang out before I could say anything. I’m not mad! In my previous life, I was a well-behaved, sensible, and cultured child, yet they still sent me to a mental hospital. Sophia, afraid that our parents might change their minds and bring me back, had bribed the mental hospital to torture me to death! Every day, they took me for electroshock therapy, sending electric currents through my body until my skin was charred and broken. Then they would take me for hydrotherapy, locking me in an ice-filled bathtub for entire afternoons! In the end, I was set up to become completely paralyzed, my body rotting and stinking, living like a wild dog. Who wouldn’t go crazy after all that? Not only am I going crazy, but I’m also going to crawl in the shadows, scream, howl like a ghost, scurry across the ceiling, writhe in distorted ways, turn into a monkey, attack anyone who passes by indiscriminately, and destroy everyone in my path! “He was being a pervert, crawling under my skirt, and you’re saying I overreacted?” I retorted. “He’s just a little boy, what’s wrong with peeking under your skirt? If you dare to dress like that, why can’t others look? Why wear it if you don’t want people to see?” my sharp-tongued Aunt Karen shouted. “He’s only a teenager, how could you hit him?” the boy’s mother protested, hugging him. “It’s not like looking at you would make you lose a piece of flesh! Can’t you learn from your sister?” my mother chimed in. “Yes, sister, you’re being too rough!” Sophia added with fake concern. The group started chattering like a flock of ducks, and some even wanted to hit me. Damn, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to punch the earth and make it explode!

One can’t be too normal in life. Endure for a moment, get breast hyperplasia; take a step back, get uterine fibroids; hold it in once, get ovarian cysts; curse once, and the world is your oyster! I rolled my shoulders, then threw the chicken and duck I was holding at the approaching people. Chaos erupted instantly. Since they’re all going to die anyway, why not let me destroy them! “Why am I wearing a skirt? To dance on your grave at your funeral party!” I lunged forward, grabbing two handfuls of Aunt Karen’s hair. “Come on, I’m just a kid too. You can’t hit me back, right?” Upper cut, lower cut, left hook, right hook, followed by a sweeping kick, tripping the boy’s mother and giving her a good beating, turning her face into a pig’s head. And as for my mother, “Looking won’t make you lose a piece of flesh, so let me take a look at yours!” With a loud rip, I tore her dress apart and started taking photos under her skirt with my phone, click after click. Oh ho— Sexy underwear, my eyes lit up. Let’s tear some more! Playing it wild, huh? I was as excited as a howling female gorilla. By the way, I shouted: “You’re so slutty!” Seeing this scene, Sophia was dumbfounded, not understanding why I, who had always been meek and obedient, had become so crazy. She trembled as she backed away. Seeing her reaction, I grabbed her by the collar. “You little bastard, hatching turtle eggs, are you trying to be like your mom?” “Sophia, dear sister! Let me show you just how rough I can be!” She had barely let out a scream when I grabbed a duck that was casually strolling by and introduced it to her face. Except, it was her face meeting the duck’s butt. The duck delivered, leaving a pile of poop on her face. I was very satisfied. The dead kid was still wailing half-alive over there. I decided to give him a grand gift. Eyeing the bag of crawfish, I had an excellent idea. You like crawling under girls’ skirts at such a young age? I’ll let you crawl to your heart’s content! I grabbed the biggest one, walked up to him, pulled open his pants, put the crawfish in, and tied the string in a tight knot. The movements were smooth and swift, done in one go. Hehe, let’s catch a little bird. A piercing scream rang out, and he actually fainted, clutching his crotch. “Tsk tsk tsk,” I shook my head. This won’t do. “You dare to make such a scene. Wait until Dad comes, he’ll beat you to death!” Sophia said, and my fists clenched again. “Before he arrives, I’ll finish you off first.” I rushed over and slapped her face left and right, smack smack smack, giving her several hard slaps. Her face was so thick, it hurt my hand. Tch, this won’t do. I need to find a slipper. I looked around and found that the pair on my mother’s feet would do nicely. Just as I was struggling to take off the shoe, my father arrived.

“What, what are you all doing?!” “Is this a marketplace?” He stood before the crowd, his eyes wide, his face red with anger, veins popping on his forehead. Hearing his voice, I paused, immediately messed up my hair into a bird’s nest, then screeched at him like a ghost. Being crazy feels good for a moment, being crazy all the time feels good forever. Since you don’t treat me like a human, I’ll drag everyone down with me. “Dad, Mom is wearing sexy underwear and wants to do a striptease.” Hearing me say this, everyone looked at my mother. She was flustered, unable to cover her exposed white thighs. Perhaps unable to bear everyone’s scrutiny, her eyes reddened, and she ran out crying. As she ran, she lost her last piece of clothing covering her modesty. Some mischievous onlookers whistled at her, their gazes towards my father clearly saying, “You’ve been cuckolded!” Bad news, my mom’s running around naked. Good news, I’m the one who made it happen. “Mom, don’t go! You left your bra here…” I shouted loudly at my mother while frantically waving her bra. I didn’t hold it well, and splat, it landed on my dad’s face. “Lydia!” My father gripped his fist tightly, his voice trembling, “What are you doing!” I spread my hands innocently, “Hehe, my hand slipped.” Sophia, with her swollen pig face, sidled up to him, “Dad, I’ve been annoyed with her for a long time. Hurry up and beat her to death!” My father was almost bursting with anger, “Insulting your mother, beating your sister! Do you have any shame left?” In one ear and out the other, I replied, “If you can’t stand me, why don’t you just die? Why bother scolding me?”

He pointed at me, “You, you, you… Do you believe I’ll send you back?” He was referring to my adoptive parents’ home. Years ago, I was kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to a family in a nearby village who had a mentally challenged son. They had grand plans of buying a girl to raise from childhood and then marrying her off to their son when she grew up. So from a young age, I was treated like an animal by that family. In summer, I had to work in the fields with my adoptive father under scorching temperatures; in winter, to save electricity for the family, I had to wash their clothes with ice-cold water drawn from the well. As a result, my eighteen-year-old hands had layers of calluses peeling off, looking like those of a forty-year-old woman! Not only that, they instilled in their mentally challenged son from childhood that I was his wife, and that any mistreatment was justified. As a result, from childhood to adulthood, I not only had to guard against being harassed by the mentally challenged boy but was also frequently beaten by him! The fear left by the mentally challenged boy and my adoptive parents was so deep that even after two lifetimes, it still made me tremble. My father saw my face turn pale instantly and smiled smugly, “You still have a month before your birthday. Sign this property transfer agreement now, or I’ll send you back to that poor mountain village!” “Let you be the wife of a mentally challenged man forever!”

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Ethan Parker and I have been together for ten years, but he still hasn’t decided to marry me. I couldn’t help but ask him if he ever planned to. He responded calmly, as if it were a routine conversation, dodging the question. I looked down at my phone, at the photos. His new secretary was wearing the Tiffany & Co. engagement ring, the one everyone calls the “True Love” ring, and the custom Vera Wang wedding dress—one of a kind in the world. She was smiling, snuggled up in his arms, while he gazed at her with a tenderness I hadn’t seen in years. Suddenly, I no longer wanted a future with him. The new secretary was an outgoing, bubbly girl. After work, she smiled at me and said, “Is Ethan coming to pick you up today, Emily? You two are such relationship goals—ten years together and still as sweet as ever.” Ashley Taylor, always snarky, let out a dry laugh and mocked me, “Ten years together and still no marriage? It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t plan on marrying you. Calling that love is just pathetic.” My friend, Sarah Mitchell, fired back, annoyed, “Clearly, you don’t know that Ethan just bought her that ‘True Love’ ring from Tiffany last month. And word at Parker Holdings is that he had a custom Vera Wang wedding dress made for her a year ago.” Ashley’s face turned sour, and just before she left, she spat out, “Well, let’s see if that really happens.” Sarah wanted to argue more, but I stopped her with a quiet, “Let it go.” But Ashley wasn’t wrong. It felt like Ethan really didn’t plan on marrying me. When I walked out of the office, I realized it had started snowing. The cold wind cut through my scarf and chilled me to the bone. I looked around, but I didn’t see his familiar black Porsche. I checked my phone. His messages, once flooding my screen with notifications, had dwindled to just a few formal ones. “Working late. Take a cab home.” I took a deep breath and called him back. It took several seconds before he finally picked up. “Hello? What’s up?” His voice sounded hoarse, strange. In the background, I heard a faint giggle—quickly hushed, as if someone was being warned. I pretended not to notice. “What are you doing?” I could hear the sound of clothes rustling before Ethan replied, irritation creeping into his tone. “I’m at work. If there’s nothing else, I’m gonna hang up.” “Wait,” I interrupted him. “Do you remember what today is? It’s our 10-Year Anniversary.” Silence followed on the other end. Before he could make excuses, I pressed on. “Come pick me up. I’m waiting for you at the office.” I hung up before he could refuse.

While waiting for Ethan, I watched as the new secretary waved goodbye, turning to rush into the arms of the boyfriend she always complained about. His cheeks were red from the cold, but he still smiled as he handed her a roasted sweet potato. She told me once that they didn’t have much money, but love—love doesn’t care about wealth. I remembered the lean years when Ethan and I were at our happiest. Back then, when he came to pick me up, he’d always bring me little treats—sometimes candy apples, sometimes hot dogs. I used to tease him for wasting money, but he’d just grin and say, “I saw these and thought of you. I just want you to enjoy your favorite things every day.” I rode on the back of his bike then, and even when we were broke and I had a rough day at work, I still felt so happy. Now, as Ethan’s cars got more expensive, he’d stopped bringing me anything at all. Maybe he’d forgotten. Or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. From Parker Holdings to my office, it should’ve only been a 10-minute drive. But I waited for two hours in the freezing wind. When he finally arrived and saw me waiting by the door, his first words were annoyed, his brow furrowed with frustration. “It’s freezing. Why didn’t you wait inside? What are you doing out here?” Was he worried about me? Or just upset that I’d interrupted whatever he was doing? I couldn’t tell anymore. “I just thought you’d be here sooner,” I said calmly. He froze for a second, eyes darting away with a hint of guilt before muttering, “Sorry, there was traffic. It won’t happen again.” He reached out, opening his coat, trying to pull me close. I stopped him with a raised hand. The moment he approached, I caught the scent—strange body wash mixed with sweet, cloying perfume. “Let’s just get in the car,” I said quietly. “It’s too cold out here.” I didn’t react to his hesitation, turning and slipping into the passenger seat.

When Ethan got into the car, he handed me a small box. Inside was a ruby necklace, the one he’d won at last month’s auction, along with that infamous engagement ring. “Here. Don’t be mad. I’ve had this gift ready for a while. I’ve just been so busy lately, I forgot to give it to you.” He spoke like he was pacifying a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. “Let’s eat out for our anniversary this year,” I said flatly. In the past, he’d always prepared a home-cooked meal, especially during those early years when we had very little. No matter what, he’d make sure we had a proper anniversary dinner. Staring straight ahead, he started the car, casually responding, “Sure. Where do you want to go?” He agreed too quickly—probably eager to free up more time to spend with her. “How about Lou Malnati’s Pizzeria?” The car skidded slightly. I pretended not to notice his fingers tense on the steering wheel. “It’s snowing. The roads are slippery. Drive slow,” I said. “Yeah,” he replied, trying to sound calm. Then, almost too casually, he asked, “Why there?” “The new secretary recommended it. She says it’s her favorite. Why? Is there a problem?” I asked with feigned innocence. Ethan let out a barely audible sigh of relief. “No, no problem.” The rest of the drive was quiet. I knew what was making him nervous. She was young, and she loved pizza and iced coffee. Lou Malnati’s was one of her go-to places. I’d seen it on her Facebook posts more times than I could count. In those photos, I could always make out a faint reflection in the restaurant’s window—a silhouette of a man I knew too well, someone who had been by my side through so many years. When we arrived, the place was packed, but the owner greeted Ethan warmly. When he saw me, his smile faltered for just a moment before becoming overly cheerful again. “Do you come here often?” I asked. He explained smoothly, “Some clients prefer a more casual setting for meetings.” I couldn’t help but be impressed. Business had clearly taught him how to keep his composure. If I didn’t know him so well, I might’ve missed the subtle guilt behind his calm demeanor. The waiter led us to a private booth, each room in the restaurant uniquely themed. This booth was where Jessica liked to take her photos. Ethan ordered the half BBQ chicken and half smoked ribs combo. But a mix-up happened, and they brought us the wrong dish—a spicy BBQ platter. Ethan’s face darkened, and he quickly had them change it to the one we ordered, glancing at me nervously. When he saw that I wasn’t reacting, he seemed to relax. Ethan had never been able to handle spicy food, and I always remembered to order something mild for him. In Jessica’s photos, though, every plate was drenched in spicy sauce. I remembered one of her captions: “He can’t handle spicy food, but he still came with me anyway. #TrueLove.” “I heard you recently bought a ‘True Love’ engagement ring and had a wedding dress custom-made a year ago. Are those for me?” I asked abruptly. Ethan flinched, dropping shrimp into my half of the platter by accident. “No, a client requested those,” he said, calling the waiter for another order of shrimp. I forced a weak smile, and though I could barely hold it together, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Ethan, are you ever going to marry me?” He didn’t even look up, answering like it was a formality, “Of course. I promised you, didn’t I?” He poured me a drink, clearly trying to soothe me, sensing my mood. “Emily, don’t overthink it. Weddings take a lot of planning. I want it to be perfect—it’s something you only get to do once in a lifetime.” I stayed quiet, looking down at my phone, where Jessica had sent me photos just a few hours earlier. She was wearing the Tiffany engagement ring, the custom Vera Wang wedding dress, smiling up at him, while he gazed lovingly back at her. Ethan had said those exact same words to me years ago, back when he had nothing. His friends told him to marry me quickly so I wouldn’t leave him for someone better. He’d refused, saying I deserved more. He promised me a wedding that would make every woman in the world jealous. But now, I knew—he wasn’t going to marry me. I pulled up the photos and placed my phone in front of him. “Was your ‘client’ your secretary?” I thought the evidence would make him panic, that he’d finally admit to everything. But instead, he lit a cigarette, took several long drags, and finally muttered, “Jessica’s boyfriend died in a car accident. She said I remind her of him, so she asked me to take a photo with her. To give her closure.” “There’s nothing going on between us.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes stung as the pain pierced through me. “Ethan, if you really loved someone, you’d notice the smallest changes in them.” “I’ve known for a while now that the person going to Lou Malnati’s with Jessica was you. Every time you came home, I could smell the barbecue sauce on you.” “And you always smell like her perfume.” Ethan sniffed his sleeve, his face growing pale. “You used to never smoke around me.” He stared at me, stunned, before quickly putting out his cigarette. Panic crept into his voice as he reached for me. “Emily, let me explain—” “Let me finish.” I cut him off, my voice steady. “I’ve been to this restaurant before. I tracked down the booth from her Facebook posts, and I asked the owner if I could reserve it.” He had laughed and told me that the booth was always kept for a special guest. The man’s girlfriend loved this spot because of the view of the river. He didn’t want her to be disappointed if she couldn’t sit here on their next visit. “Oh, and by the way, I’m allergic to shrimp.” I picked up a piece of shrimp from the spicy platter, lifting my drink. “Mango juice too.” “You’ve been mistaking me for her, haven’t you?” Ethan’s face went ghostly white. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Tears finally spilled from my eyes as I let my voice break. “Do you really think I didn’t know what you were doing during those two hours I waited for you?” Ethan’s eyes widened, a flash of guilt crossing his face as he pulled me into his arms, begging. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m so sorry. I’ll fire her. I’ll never let her come near us again. Just please forgive me this time.” “No.” I shoved him away, screaming, “Ethan, I’ve already forgiven you once!”

Ethan had forgotten, or maybe he chose to forget. Five years ago, during one of our usual conversations, he kept bringing up his female investor. He told me how much she had helped him, how much she believed in him. I ended up confronting him about it, and we had a huge fight. I even suggested breaking up. He panicked that night. I remember him running to her house, begging her to come over and explain everything to me. “She’s married, Emily. She has a kid. Her husband is way more successful than me. You have nothing to worry about,” he said. “Please, don’t break up with me. I’m terrified of losing you.” Back then, Ethan held me so tightly, scared that I’d walk away. What I hadn’t understood at the time was the strange, knowing smile that woman gave me before she left. Now I realize that Ethan was testing me—seeing how far he could push, seeing if I would tolerate it. If I didn’t care or chose to overlook it because I loved him, then it would have given him a green light to cheat, to go on with his life, playing around with other women. After that incident, he never mentioned another woman. So, I decided to give him another chance. Until Jessica came along. He let her post pictures of them together, wearing wedding rings and even wedding dresses. He allowed her to provoke me, to flaunt their affair. Taking a deep breath, I let out a bitter laugh. “Ethan, do you think that I can’t live without you? Is that why you treat me like this—because you think I’ll just put up with anything?” “I won’t lie, the sunk cost is huge. Ten years is a long time. I’m deeply invested in this. But no one is truly irreplaceable. I told you when we almost broke up before—if you can’t clean up your mess, I’ll take care of it for you.” Ethan broke down, tears streaming down his face. He dropped to his knees, clutching my hands tightly. “Emily, I made a mistake. I was stupid. I know I messed up, but I swear, this is the last time. You know how hard it’s been for us. We’ve been through so much together. I was distracted by something new, but I promise it won’t happen again.”

The last ten years had been a struggle for both of us. Neither Ethan nor I came from wealth. Ethan was an orphan, and my parents had remarried, leaving me with no one to rely on but my grandfather. We had been competitors since high school, always battling for the top spot in our class. People thought we were rivals, but no one knew that Ethan would leave a carton of milk on my desk every morning, or that he’d quietly follow me home after night classes, making sure I was safe. I still remember that one year when a guy from the nearby community college tried to harass me. Ethan didn’t hesitate for a second before jumping in, fighting him off like his life depended on it, leaving both of them bloody. After that, no one ever bothered me again. People knew Ethan was not someone to mess with. After we graduated high school, we naturally became a couple. And after college, we refused to settle. We were determined to make it in Chicago, this expensive, cutthroat city. We lived in a damp, cramped basement apartment and survived on ramen noodles. Ethan’s first year of business was brutal. He lost a huge chunk of money. To pay off debts, he worked three different jobs. We lived frugally, cutting back on everything. I remember a rich guy hit on me, tried to pull me away from Ethan. Ethan was so upset he told me we should break up. “What’s the point of staying with me? All I’ve done is make you suffer. You should be with someone who can give you more.” But I was stubborn. I loved him, and I refused to leave. He broke down in my arms, shaking, apologizing over and over, promising that one day he’d make sure I had a good life. Eventually, his company started to take off. When he earned his first real money, the first thing he did was take me out to buy a one-carat diamond ring. He held my hand and laughed, telling me that one day, he’d buy me an even bigger one. Now, thinking back on it, it all seems so painfully ironic. I shoved him away, tears streaming down my face. “We’ve been together for ten years, Ethan. Ten years. And this is how you repay me?” My fists pounded against his chest, my emotions overwhelming me. He took the hits without a word, just standing there, absorbing my pain. Then Jessica’s call broke the moment. I watched as Ethan’s expression darkened when he saw her name on the screen. He ignored the first call, but she called again—this time more persistent. His face grew stormy as he reached to turn off his phone. I coldly said, “Go ahead. Answer it. It could be important.” Reluctantly, Ethan put the phone on speaker. Jessica’s trembling voice filled the air. “Ethan, I’m at the bar bathroom. Some guy’s been harassing me. Can you come get me?” Ethan swore under his breath, his words sharp and cold. “What does that have to do with me? Don’t forget your place, Jessica. Starting tomorrow, you’re fired. And don’t show up in front of me ever again, or I’ll make sure you regret it.” I heard Jessica gasp, her voice choking up. “What? What are you saying? You love me, don’t you? You said you’d marry me…” “Shut up!” Ethan growled. “I’m only marrying Emily. I lied to you, Jessica. I never loved you. You were just a distraction.” There was a sharp, bitter laugh on the other end. Jessica’s voice turned venomous. “Ethan, I’m pregnant. You have thirty minutes. If you don’t show up, I’ll make sure you never see this child.” Before Ethan could respond, the call ended. Ethan stood frozen, staring at his phone, his knuckles white as he gripped it tightly. It took him several seconds to speak, and when he did, his voice was soft and pleading. “Emily…” I looked at him, my voice cold. “Are you really going to leave me to go to her?” Ethan hesitated, torn. Finally, he muttered, “It’s a life, Emily. I can’t just…” He was waiting for my permission, for me to tell him it was okay to go so he wouldn’t have to feel guilty. I didn’t say anything, just watched him as the seconds ticked by. Eventually, he stood up. “I’ll just go check on her, and then I’ll come back. You understand, right? I’ll be right back.” He didn’t wait for my answer. He rushed to the door, grabbing his phone and dialing Jessica as he walked out. As his footsteps faded down the hall, I let out a soft laugh. “Ethan, I had a secret to tell you today, too. But now, it doesn’t matter.” He was already gone, too busy to hear me. I wiped away my tears, methodically, pulling out a handkerchief from my purse. From a young age, I learned that tears were a powerful weapon—especially when they were perfectly timed. Growing up with my grandfather, kids from the neighborhood always called me an orphan, a throwaway. I’d smile through it and fight them back with my fists. But when the teachers arrived, I cried like an innocent little girl, the kind that no one could scold. Even Ethan didn’t know that I’ve always had my own way of getting even. I didn’t need anyone to fight my battles for me. I’m not one to forgive. And I never forget. So, Ethan Parker and Jessica Williams, if you think I’m going to let this go, you’re sorely mistaken.

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After my parents’ divorce, I stayed with my mom. She tricked me into giving her all my savings—three hundred thousand dollars—to buy a house for my cousin. Then my cousin stabbed me to death. When my mom found my body, she comforted him, saying, “Don’t worry, your aunt will write a forgiveness letter for you.” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the time just before my parents’ divorce. My mom’s eyes were steady as she asked, “Jessica, who are you staying with?” I was pushed out of endless darkness. When I opened my eyes, there was my furious mom, and my dad quietly smoking a cigarette. Uncle Steve was yelling, “What’s yours is my sister’s, and what’s my sister’s is mine! If the house is mine, why shouldn’t my son be allowed to live in it?” That familiar scene… I had been reborn into my senior year. Before I could fully grasp the situation, my mom’s finger was practically in my face. “Jessica, tell me, isn’t it important for your cousin to start middle school? Shouldn’t you move into the dorms to give him your room?” In my last life, my mom constantly pitted me against my dad. I grew distant from him because of her manipulation. Mom insisted that I give up my room to Kyle during my senior year, and though my dad disagreed, I gave in, hoping for her approval. Soon, Uncle Steve moved in under the pretense of looking after Kyle. Dad couldn’t take it anymore and filed for divorce. I was given over to my mom’s custody, and that’s when my nightmare began. Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Mom shoved me again, and I stumbled to the floor. Dad quickly tossed his cigarette aside and rushed over to check on me. But Mom kept shouting, “Why aren’t you saying anything, you useless girl? Just standing there like an idiot?” Dad, a quiet and honest man, raised his voice unexpectedly. “What are you yelling for? Didn’t you see you just knocked her over?” Kyle, my cousin, was sprawled on the couch, lazily playing video games. He didn’t even look up when he heard Dad’s voice, just scoffed, “Can you all keep it down? I can’t hear my teammates.” I sat there on the floor, tears spilling down my cheeks as I looked at my dad’s not-yet-aged face. In my last life, Mom had indeed written that forgiveness letter for Kyle, and without Dad knowing, she had me cremated quickly. When Dad finally learned, his hair turned white overnight. He charged at Kyle in a blind rage, but Kyle easily shoved him down the stairs. My soul hovered above, trying desperately to hold onto Dad, but I couldn’t touch him. I could only hear his final words, “It’s all my fault.” Dad thought I was crying from the fall and reached for a tissue to wipe my tears. But Mom grabbed the box and threw it on the floor. “What are you crying about? You’re the older sister; you should let your brother have his way. Besides, Kyle’s struggling in school, and it’s all your fault!” Dad, red-faced with anger, stood up, ready to argue with her. I had finally come to my senses and pulled on his arm. Dad thought I was going to stop him, just like before, and his eyes filled with disappointment. Mom, on the other hand, looked triumphant. “Bill Hay, you’re just as worthless as always. No matter what, your daughter will always side with her mother…” Smack! Mom didn’t get to finish her sentence. She clutched her cheek, screaming, “Jessica Hay, you dare hit your own mother? I’ll kill you today!” Uncle Steve started to step forward, ready to hit me as well. But before his hand could get any closer, Dad kicked him back. “If anyone lays a hand on my daughter, I’ll fight them with everything I’ve got!”

Mom and Uncle Steve were stunned into silence by Dad’s sudden fierceness. I wiped my tears away and stared them both down. “So, it’s crucial for Kyle to start middle school, but my senior year doesn’t matter?” Mom looked at me, completely shocked. She had never imagined her daughter—who had always bent over backward for her affection—would ever stand up to her. Uncle Steve recovered first and sneered at me. “You, a worthless brat, sitting in that room, studying for what? Your brother’s going to get into a good college someday and have a bright future. He’ll be able to help you out, too.” I turned to him, my voice cold. “Kyle? He’s a lazy bum who can only play video games. What makes you think he’ll help me? I’d be lucky if he doesn’t turn out like you—leeches living off others.” In my last life, I had been a top student. In every exam, I was always in the top ten of my class at our prestigious high school. But to my mom, no matter how high my scores were, they could never compare to Kyle calling her “Aunt.” Back then, I gave up my room, not because I wanted to, but because I was desperate to please my mom, to get more of her attention. But moving to the dorms made me sick constantly, and my grades plummeted. In the end, I barely got into a mediocre college. When the SAT results came in, Mom and Uncle Steve sneered at me, calling me a failure. They praised Kyle for “waking up late” but said he’d surely surpass me in the future. I glared at Mom with all my resolve. This time, I wouldn’t make the same mistake. Mom shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, taking a step back. “Jessica, are you out of your mind? You hit me, and now you’re looking at me like that?” I straightened my back. “If you think I’m giving up my room, you’re dreaming.” “You might as well pack up your stuff and take that lazy cousin of mine back to Ohio. Maybe it’s time he learned how to work a farm.” When Mom realized I wasn’t budging, her tone softened, “I was just upset, Jessica. Think about it, if you hadn’t dropped Kyle when he was a baby, he would’ve developed faster. You owe him.” Uncle Steve, still on the floor from Dad’s kick, chimed in, “Yeah, if it weren’t for you, Kyle would’ve been top of his class by now.” They were talking about something that had happened when Kyle was just a baby. One New Year’s Eve, Uncle Steve’s family had left me, a six-year-old, in charge of baby Kyle while they played cards. Kyle cried non-stop, and when I went to get help, Uncle Steve shooed me away, annoyed. In desperation, I tried to carry Kyle over to the card table, but I wasn’t strong enough. I accidentally dropped him. He cried louder, and I froze in panic until Mom stormed in, kicked me aside, and rushed Kyle to the hospital. All she left me with was a cold threat: “If anything happens to your brother, I’ll kill you.” They took Kyle from the local clinic to County General, then to Downtown Memorial Hospital, and finally to State Hospital. Every doctor assured them that Kyle was perfectly healthy, with not a single scratch on him. But after that day, they blamed everything on that fall. Kyle’s late walking? My fault. Bad grades? My fault. Playing video games all day? Also my fault. Because of that fall, I had to give Kyle my snacks, my toys, and even my allowance. But while they were busy fussing over Kyle, it was Dad who picked me up off the floor, my head bleeding from where Mom had kicked me. How ridiculous. I glanced coldly at Kyle, who had his headphones in and was still playing video games, oblivious to everything around him. I laughed bitterly. “All those doctors said Kyle was fine. What, are you two smarter than they are?” In the past, every time I refused to give Kyle something, they’d bring up that fall to guilt me into giving in. This was the first time I’d ever questioned them like this. Mom’s face turned red, then pale, and her voice dropped to a whisper. “He’s got internal injuries. The doctors just couldn’t find them.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I was six years old, barely four feet tall. How could I have dropped a swaddled baby hard enough to give him internal injuries?” “What am I, a martial arts master?” Dad chuckled along with me, ruffling my hair. “My daughter’s right. She’s keeping her room. If you can’t deal with that, then get out.” Then I picked up Uncle Steve’s bags and tossed them out the door. “Goodbye.”

Seeing that I wasn’t backing down, Uncle Steve glared at me and muttered to my mom, “This is the daughter you raised?” He grabbed Kyle, who was still clutching his controller, and made as if to leave. Mom panicked, grabbing Kyle’s sleeve to stop him. But Kyle just shook her off. “If you were a decent sister, Dad wouldn’t have to deal with this. Can’t you do anything right?” Mom was in a frenzy. She rushed at me and slapped me hard across the face. “You ungrateful brat! How dare you not make room for your brother? I’ll beat the disobedience out of you!” The force of the blow left my head ringing. My vision blurred, and in that moment, Mom’s furious face morphed into the same expression she had after I died, when she was comforting Kyle after he had stabbed me. The two images overlapped, searing into my mind. My heart ached like a thousand needles had pierced through it. Trembling, I asked, “Do you even remember that you’re my mother?” Mom froze for a second, but quickly recovered, scoffing at me. “If you apologize to your uncle and brother right now, and move their things back into the house, I might still accept you as my daughter.” “But if you don’t… you won’t have a mother anymore.” That was the same tactic she’d used to manipulate me in my past life—threatening to disown me unless I obeyed her every demand. But now? I had already died once. There was no fear left in me. I let out a bitter laugh and said, “Fine.” Mom looked relieved, her tone softening. She pointed toward the door. “Then go fetch their luggage. And Bill, don’t just stand there—call her school and arrange for dorm housing.” Dad didn’t move. Neither did I. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “When I said ‘fine,’ I meant it. I’m perfectly fine without a mother like you.” Mom’s face contorted in disbelief. “What did you just say?” “I said, it’s good to be without a mother like you,” I repeated, my voice steady. “You can’t be serious! You’ve always been the one who listens to me, the one who loves me the most! What’s gotten into you today?” Mom’s voice was shaking with rage, but there was a flicker of doubt behind her eyes. I yanked my arm out of her reach as she tried to touch my forehead, as if checking whether I was sick. “For years, I craved your approval, your love, and I made countless sacrifices hoping for a shred of affection in return. But today, you’ve crossed the line. You’re asking me, a senior about to take the SATs, to give up my room to the same cousin who’s bullied me all my life.” “I finally see it clearly now. Ever since Kyle was born, you’ve had no room in your heart for me. So, I don’t need you either.” For a brief moment, I saw something in her eyes—maybe guilt, maybe sadness. But before she could say anything, Uncle Steve interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Come on, Susan, they’re just putting on a show to guilt-trip us. How come I never realized you were this crafty?” “If you don’t want us living here, just say so. I’ve seen through you, Susan Hay.” He grabbed Kyle’s arm, hoisting him to his feet. Kyle, annoyed that his gaming session had been interrupted, stood up with a huff. Uncle Steve gathered their things, ready to leave. Mom’s fleeting sadness turned to anger again as she ran after them, but not before shooting me a final threat: “If your cousin is upset, I’ll come back and make you pay for it, Jessica.” I watched them leave without a word, feeling strangely at peace. Dad looked at me hesitantly, unsure of what to say. He finally broke the silence with a quiet voice, “Do you want to rest in your room for a bit?” I shook my head, my voice thick with emotion. “Dad, I’m sorry… for everything.” I had a million thoughts racing through my mind, but before I could say more, Dad cut me off gently, “You don’t need to apologize to me, Jessica. I’m your dad.” Tears welled up again, and I threw myself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I cried for all the years I had wasted trying to earn my mother’s love, for how blind I had been, for how I’d let them manipulate me. The weight of it all finally lifted, and I cried until I had nothing left. When the tears finally stopped, Dad quietly went to the kitchen to get me some hot water. But the front door wasn’t locked, and before he could come back, Mom burst through it, her face a mask of rage. In her hand was a large kitchen knife, gleaming menacingly as she stormed toward me. “Jessica Hay, you worthless brat! You drove away your brother! Now I’ll drive you out of this world!”

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My daughter is dead, and my wife is on vacation abroad with my son. I called her to ask her to come back for our daughter’s funeral, but she flat-out refused. On the phone, she insulted our daughter, saying that something worthless like her dying was no big deal. After saying goodbye to my daughter for the last time, I jumped from the building. The police called my wife to come and identify my body. She was leaning against a man, saying, “Why didn’t you die sooner? You’re just giving me more trouble.” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before my daughter died. This time, I would send them both to hell! “Chris, Mommy is taking you to Europe. Are you happy?” Sarah asked as she packed her suitcase in the bedroom, and our son ran in. Chris, only six years old, nodded his head. I stood at the door, watching this warm scene, and couldn’t help but feel a deep anger boiling inside me. That’s right, I was reborn. After seeing my wife leave with another man, I returned to the time before my daughter’s death. “What are you doing?! Standing there like a ghost?” Sarah was startled when she saw me. I had been taking care of our daughter, Lily, at the hospital for so long that my dark circles were severe. So, it was no wonder she was scared. I smiled and suddenly thought, if I showed up while Sarah was with that man, she would probably faint from shock. “What’s so funny?” Sarah snapped. “You’re being creepy.” I put on a serious face and asked her, “Do you really have to take a vacation right now? The doctor said Lily doesn’t have much time left.” Sarah refused me. “If she’s dead, she’s dead. Going to the hospital won’t bring her back, will it?” She said the same thing in my previous life. I slapped her, and she immediately took Chris and ran away. I didn’t know where they went. The next evening, when I returned home, all her luggage was gone. Looking back now, she probably went to find that man. This time, I didn’t hit her; I just walked away silently. Chris ran after me, asking, “Dad, what’s wrong with Lily? I haven’t seen her in so long. I miss her.” I stroked Chris’s head. “Do you want to see your sister?” Chris nodded. I knew Lily and Chris had always had a good relationship. In my previous life, before Lily died, she kept asking why Chris didn’t come to see her. This time, I picked up Chris. “Daddy will take you to see your sister right now, okay?” Chris nodded obediently. As we reached the entrance, Sarah came rushing out. “You can’t take Chris!” I was putting shoes on Chris. “Why not? Lily is Chris’s sister, and he wants to see her. You, as his mother, don’t want to go, but why can’t he?” Sarah said, “There are so many viruses in the hospital. What if Chris gets sick?” “I’ll take full responsibility!” I declared, and then I carried Chris out the door. Sarah rushed over, trying to grab Chris from my arms. “I told you not to take Chris!” “Get away!” I shouted at her. After ten years of marriage, I had never raised my voice at Sarah before, and she froze in shock. I added, “The viruses in Europe aren’t any less than in the hospital.” With that, I took Chris to the hospital. Lily was still asleep. I could only take Chris to the door to look at her. Chris started crying and asked, “Dad, what’s wrong with Lily? She has so many tubes on her.” I comforted him, “She’s just sick, Chris. It’s okay. How about I record a video for you to talk to her? When she wakes up, I can show it to her. She misses you too.” Chris nodded repeatedly. After recording for over ten minutes, Chris cried himself to sleep in my arms. I took a strand of Chris’s hair, planning to get a paternity test. Sarah’s attitude toward Lily and Chris was completely opposite. I now seriously doubted that Chris was my biological son. If he were truly mine, Sarah would hate him. I felt guilty toward Lily because of me; she never got to see her mother before she died. Poor child, suffering because of the conflict between Sarah and me.

I took Chris home, grabbed some clothes, and prepared some food before returning to the hospital. In the living room, Sarah was checking Chris’s body as if she was afraid I would hurt him. I couldn’t help but say, “Sarah, Chris is my child too. I won’t hurt him. You may hate me, but there’s no need for this.” Sarah ignored me and shot me a glance. I was used to it as I grabbed my things and left the house. At the hospital, Lily was still unconscious. My heart ached for that little girl. God, why did I have to be reborn at this stage, watching my child suffer and die again? The doctor issued another critical condition notice. After several days, Lily finally woke up. “Dad, where are Mom and Chris?” she asked. I couldn’t bear to tell her the truth, so I said they were busy. Lily looked disappointed but bravely held back her tears. “Okay, when will they be done? Can you call them to come see me? I haven’t seen them in so long. I really miss Mom and Chris.” I couldn’t help but wipe my tears away and pulled out my phone. “Chris came to see you while you were sleeping, but he was very considerate and didn’t want to wake you. Here, look.” I showed her the video, and she smiled. But I only felt heartbroken. Luckily, Lily didn’t ask, “Where’s Mom?” I didn’t know how to answer that. Ultimately, Lily left me, and I arranged her funeral just like I did in my previous life. I then called Sarah on an international line. “Lily is gone. Bring Chris back for the funeral.” Sarah was indifferent. “She’s gone; it doesn’t matter. She was a burden anyway. Chris and I are having fun, can’t you just stop ruining it?” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Lily is also your daughter! Do you even realize what you’re saying as a mother? Don’t you have a heart?” Sarah got angry that I dared to yell at her. “David Lin, you really have some nerve! Don’t call me again; I don’t want to hear from you or Chris.” I ignored her and said, “Put Chris on the phone. I need to talk to him.” Sarah refused. “Don’t you dare tell my son such bad news; get lost!” She hung up on me. I called her several times, but she didn’t pick up. I guessed she had blocked me. I changed my number and called her again. “Sarah, if you come back tomorrow, we’ll get a divorce. Otherwise, you’ll never leave me; I’ll haunt you and never let you go.” Sarah hung up. I knew this time she would definitely come back. From the day I married her, Sarah wanted to divorce me. We met through a matchmaking service; she was a teacher, and I had started my own test-prep company. My parents were very satisfied with Sarah, thinking she was a rare good daughter-in-law. As we spent time together, we got closer, and eventually, we discussed marriage. I thought Sarah wanted to marry me; she seemed happy on our dates and smiled at our wedding. Even after marriage, as we grew more discordant and argued more frequently, I still thought it was my fault. Surely I had done something to upset her. Until the education budget cuts shut down my test-prep company, my income sharply declined. Sarah’s insults towards me increased; she called me a loser and said she regretted marrying me. I thought about divorce, but we had two children, and I wanted to provide them with a complete family. My parents also disagreed; they were convinced that there was no better woman than Sarah in the world. But only I knew what kind of person she was. I had hired a private investigator long ago to look into Sarah and that man. Sarah’s trip to Europe was with him.

When Sarah returned, she threw her suitcase on the floor with a loud thud. I looked up from the couch at the entrance. “You’re back?” “David Lin, stop pretending and acting all high and mighty,” Sarah said as she turned on the living room lights and walked over, sitting at a distance from me. She asked, “Where’s the divorce papers?” I looked at her, remaining silent. Sarah scoffed, “You’re not thinking of just going to the courthouse to get a divorce, are you? What about the assets? You really don’t want to give me a dime?” I also scoffed. She had the nerve to mention money when I had spent all of it on Lily’s medical bills. Oh right, and on Sarah’s vacation to Europe with that man. “All the money is gone,” I said flatly. Sarah got up and yelled at me, “You really are a loser!” I didn’t care and asked her, “Where’s Chris? You’re not leaving him alone in Europe, are you?” “Chris is somewhere else. I won’t let you see him; I can’t let him be influenced by you. What if he turns out like you, a loser?” I asked Sarah, “Am I a loser?” Sarah rolled her eyes at me. I continued, “After we got married, you said teaching was too exhausting, so I let you stay home as a full-time mom. But what have you done?” “I buy groceries, I cook, I clean with a robot vacuum, and I occasionally hire a cleaning service. What about you? You just go out and spend money.” “Who’s the loser here, you or me? Can’t you look in the mirror?” Sarah countered, “I didn’t realize you harbored so much resentment against me. But I’m the one raising the kids.” “Hahaha,” I couldn’t hold back my laughter. I laughed for a long time before I looked at her again and continued, “Lily was sick for a year. Did you ever take care of her? She’s dead now, and you wouldn’t even come back to see her unless I forced you with a divorce!” “Sarah, you have no heart.” Sarah hated me, and she hated Lily too. She simply said, “Stop talking nonsense; I came here to get a divorce.” I pulled out a document from behind me and threw it in front of her. When she saw the A4 paper, she quickly picked it up, but her expression turned pale when she read it. “What do you mean by this?” she questioned. I clapped my hands, as if to applaud her. “Who is Chris’s father?” Sarah fell silent; if Chris wasn’t my child, then she had cheated on me. Legally, she wouldn’t get a dime. Mark was waiting to divorce her so they could go abroad together. I watched her face turn pale and pressed her further, “Sarah, who were you cheating on me with?” “You think that if I show this to your parents and mine, they’ll just accept it?”

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In my previous life, I secretly aborted a son with XYY syndrome behind my husband’s family’s back, resulting in my inability to bear children ever again. When my husband found out, he beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the prenatal checkup, facing the doctor who was advising me to terminate the pregnancy. “Mrs. Bennett, we still advise you to consider your options carefully,” the doctor looked at me with a serious expression. I was stunned for a long while before realizing that I had been reborn. Perhaps heaven saw that I died with unfinished business and gave me a second chance. The doctor didn’t speak again, and the examination room fell into silence. “Doctor, I want to keep this child.” I spoke up. In this new life, I didn’t want to harm my body because of this child. I wanted to live for myself. If they wanted to keep this demon, then let them keep it. “You should know that this child’s genes carry antisocial personality traits. It will be a burden on your family if born.” My mother-in-law burst into the examination room, glaring at me. “Aria, don’t you dare harm my grandson again!” I looked at my mother-in-law and husband who had suddenly appeared, and realized that they had been reborn too. I smiled and clung to my husband’s arm. “Honey, we’re having a son! Aren’t you happy?” Derek looked at me suspiciously, confused by my reaction. In my previous life, didn’t I insist on aborting the child? My mother-in-law spat and grabbed my arm tightly, pushing me out of the examination room. I smiled apologetically at the doctor and closed the door behind me. My mother-in-law and husband each grabbed one of my arms, afraid I would break free and abort the child. They cursed and muttered as we left the hospital, only letting go when we got to the car. “Mom, honey, I’ve thought it through. I’ve decided to keep this child.” I looked at them sincerely, not hiding the fact that I had also been reborn. “In my past life, I was misled by the doctor to harm my own child. How could I not know what my son is like!” “It’s my blessing to give the Powell family a grandson.” I smiled at them ingratiatingly. “Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy will take good care of you this time.” I lovingly rubbed my belly. Seeing my obedient demeanor, my mother-in-law and husband, though still half-skeptical, joyfully began sharing the good news with relatives and friends. “My third son’s wife is pregnant, it’s definitely going to be a big, healthy boy! My eldest son’s wife should hurry up too!” My mother-in-law shouted loudly into the phone with her coarse voice. I envied my sister-in-law very much. My sister-in-law had a very successful career. Ryan, Derek’s older brother, was far less business-savvy than his wife, so he simply quit his job, claiming he could take care of his wife’s daily needs. He couldn’t bear to let go of his wife as an endless source of income, yet felt emasculated being with her. A few months after my death in my previous life, he had an illegitimate child. He joined forces with Derek and their mother to kill my sister-in-law, then brought his mistress home openly, and the whole family lived a lavish life using my sister-in-law’s hard-earned money. My sister-in-law valued my education and wanted to make me her business partner. In my previous life, Derek prevented it, believing that women should stay at home and cook, not become career-oriented like my sister-in-law. I wasn’t sure how much of their past lives my mother-in-law and husband remembered, nor was I certain of their plans for this life. The Powell family were all sly foxes. I decided to observe first, to avoid alerting them prematurely.

My belly grew larger and larger like a balloon. My mother-in-law watched me every moment except when she was sleeping. She was afraid I would do something to harm the child. I pretended to be obedient. My belly was a full circle larger than other pregnant women at the same stage, making even daily walking very difficult. Seeing how docile I had been these past few months, not missing any of the prescribed supplements, and now having such difficulty moving around, my mother-in-law finally felt at ease enough to leave me locked in the house alone while she went out to play cards. I finally had a chance to message my sister-in-law. Calculating the months, Ryan’s illegitimate child should be about three months younger than mine. By now, Ryan should have already started his affair. My sister-in-law told me to focus on my pregnancy and that she had her own plans for everything else. I deleted our conversation history. The Powells’ murderous intent only surfaced after Ryan’s illegitimate child was born. For now, my sister-in-law should be safe. Ryan wouldn’t give up his long-term meal ticket for an unborn child of unknown gender, would he? Later, I deeply regretted not warning my sister-in-law to be careful of her safety, but fortunately, it didn’t lead to a grave mistake. My son was born. He was bigger than most month-old babies, with ear-piercing cries. Looking at him, I felt a surge of something called maternal love. I had heard that children with XYY syndrome could make the mother’s body secrete more hormones, causing her to produce more maternal love to accommodate them. It truly was the arrival of a demon. My mother-in-law and Derek were overjoyed, boasting everywhere about how healthy and strong their grandson was, sure that he would grow up to be the bravest of men. My sister-in-law and Ryan came too. Unlike others who brought gifts for the newborn, my sister-in-law brought me many postpartum recovery products. My mother-in-law’s attitude towards my sister-in-law was unexpectedly good, becoming warm and gentle, no longer urging her to have children, and even showing concern for her well-being. Although I knew this was very unusual, as the Powells were always selfish and surely up to no good, my postpartum weakness didn’t allow me to think too much about it. I also believed my sister-in-law had her own plans. My mother-in-law named him Jason, believing it to be the most meaningful name, signifying that this child was the Powell family’s most precious treasure. The hormones made me involuntarily exude maternal love towards Jason. I knew this child was innocent, but his birth itself was a mistake. He was born evil, and in a way, by giving birth to him, I had also harmed society. But as his mother, I had the responsibility to deal with him properly, to avoid adding uncertain risks to society. Jason was very strong, often exhausting me both physically and mentally. I had read many cases of children with XYY syndrome tormenting their mothers, so I secretly asked my sister-in-law for a drug that suppresses breast milk production and took it in advance. Although my sister-in-law was puzzled, she helped me keep it a secret. I didn’t want to breastfeed Jason. My mother-in-law scolded me harshly for not having milk, because Jason had a huge appetite. The cost of formula for a week was already equal to half of Derek’s monthly salary, so my mother-in-law forced me to beg other mothers in the neighborhood to breastfeed Jason. Jason was very strong. Although still an infant, he already showed a fierce expression. When he cried, it was deafeningly loud, which didn’t endear him to others. By the time Jason was four months old, his baby teeth had already grown in, and no one was willing to risk injury to feed him. The Powells cursed and complained about this. My mother-in-law would go around the neighborhood every day, calling those people cold-hearted and selfish. Jason was constantly hungry, and his figure began to show signs of emaciation. Whenever my mother-in-law saw a mother of the right age, she would rush over and force her to breastfeed Jason. All families with young children in the neighborhood avoided us like the plague. My postpartum figure recovered quickly, becoming even thinner than before pregnancy. “The Powells are abusing Aria, not giving her enough to eat, causing the child to have to beg for milk outside. They really have no conscience,” people in the neighborhood said. My parents also wanted to come see the child. I kept making excuses to put them off, unsure if I could maintain my resolve for revenge if I saw my mom and dad.

I calculated the time and realized that Ryan’s illegitimate child should have been born by now. My sister-in-law had already obtained evidence of Ryan’s affair. If they divorced by mutual agreement, it would be very disadvantageous for Ryan. While my sister-in-law was secretly planning for divorce, my mother-in-law joyfully welcomed a woman into our home, carrying a baby that was barely a month old. “Oh, you’ve finally come! This good-for-nothing gave birth to a child but can’t raise it, relying on me to carry the baby around begging for food every day.” My mother-in-law pointed at me and cursed. My mother-in-law said this woman was brought from the countryside to help take care of the baby and, coincidentally, to breastfeed Jason. The woman didn’t look at me, but sat down on the sofa and began to unbutton her clothes to feed the baby in her arms. “Ah! Don’t bite Mommy!” The woman’s body suddenly jerked, almost throwing the baby in her arms. The child was startled and began to wail loudly. His cry was very similar to Jason’s. “You can’t even feed properly. How much strength can such a small child have!” My mother-in-law rushed over and roughly shoved the baby back into the woman’s arms. I watched the chaotic scene of my mother-in-law and the woman. I could be certain that this woman was Ryan’s mistress, and this child was Ryan’s illegitimate son. Why was Ryan’s mistress different from the last life? How exactly did the Powell family die in the previous life? Was Ryan also reborn? “What are you staring at? Come help!” My mother-in-law shoved the baby the woman was holding into my arms and made the woman hold Jason to breastfeed him. This time I got a clear look at the baby in the woman’s arms. He looked very similar to how Jason looked when he was just born! I had a bold guess. “Mom, how old is this child?” I stroked the baby’s head. “He looks a lot like Jason!” “Yvonne gave birth the day before yesterday. Our Powell family children are all blessed with good fortune, they’re all strong!” My mother-in-law didn’t turn her head, focusing on watching the woman feed Jason. I looked at the baby’s features in my arms, pondering his behavior just now, and formed a bold guess in my mind. Watching the baby finish feeding, with drool flowing from the corner of his mouth, I took a tissue, wiped the drool clean, and carefully put it in my pocket. I suspected that Ryan’s son might also have XYY syndrome!

Yvonne insisted on weaning when Jason was 10 months old. Yvonne’s baby, Kevin, had also started teething, and the two babies had tormented her beyond endurance. “What are you making a fuss about! You’re deliberately starving my grandson, aren’t you!” My mother-in-law scolded loudly. “Ryan and Derek were both weaned at two years old! How can you be so delicate as a woman!” “I’m not, Auntie, he’s just too strong.” Yvonne said pitifully. Jason was growing bigger and stronger. Yvonne’s chest was covered in bruises, with new injuries added before the old ones had healed, all the handiwork of the two children. Looking at Yvonne, I felt no sympathy, only relief. After all, breastfeeding two XYY syndrome infants simultaneously must have been tough on Yvonne. The two children looked strikingly similar and had very similar personalities. Over these months, working with my sister-in-law, I confirmed that Kevin was indeed Ryan’s biological son, and he also had XYY syndrome. Yvonne was Ryan’s mistress. Although XYY syndrome has genetic factors, I found it incredible that the Powell family had two XYY children in a row, but I also felt they deserved it. I tried to piece everything together. In the previous life, the Powell mother and sons were most likely killed by Ryan’s son from that life. Ryan knew the outcome and cause of death from the previous life, so he deliberately chose a different woman to give birth to Kevin in this life. Moreover, the Powell mother and sons didn’t know that their beloved grandson in the previous life had genetic problems, which is why they were so nonchalant about XYY syndrome and insisted that I give birth to a son with XYY genes. So in this life, the Powells still don’t know that both of their grandsons have XYY syndrome! I told my sister-in-law everything I had deduced.

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Scarlett Beaumont tossed me a card and told me to get lost. She said, “Here’s half a million. It’s enough to buy out your years of dedication.” I had accompanied Scarlett from a workplace novice to a business elite, spending a full five years by her side. But the one she liked, from beginning to end, was my brother. After leaving the company, I crossed the road in a daze and was killed by an out-of-control truck. When I woke up again, I had returned to my college days. Scarlett was throwing a stack of notes in front of me. She commanded, “Jasper Callahan, copy these for me.” I threw the notes back at her. “Are your hands broken? Can’t you copy them yourself?” When I said this, Scarlett was stunned. Looking at the woman before me, my only thought was to slap her hard. It was she who had tricked me into giving up the opportunity to continue my studies, making me her stepping stone. Right after graduating from college, I accompanied Scarlett in starting a business. Five years later, she transformed into an industry upstart, while I had developed a host of health problems. I thought I could finally reap the rewards of my hard work, but what awaited me was Scarlett’s infidelity and betrayal. Perhaps it was my unwillingness to accept this fate before I died that made the heavens give me a chance to start over. I didn’t want to face Scarlett’s nauseating face again. I quickly packed up my books and stationery, intending to leave the classroom. Even at this moment, I still couldn’t believe I had really been reborn. I shouldered my backpack and was about to leave. But Scarlett sneered behind me. “Trying a new trick this time? If you don’t copy them, plenty of guys are lining up to do it for me.” I ignored her. After taking a couple of steps, I heard Scarlett’s best friend tease: “Scarlett, let’s make a bet. See how long he can hold out.” Another friend immediately chimed in: “I bet one night.” “One night? An hour would be pushing it.” As they were chattering away, I couldn’t help but turn back and mock: “Scarlett, with your family background, guys would be running away from you. Don’t think of yourself as such a catch!” Scarlett was good-looking and smart, and her family was moderately well-off. But she had a three-year-old brother, which was a fatal flaw. After all, few men could tolerate helping their wife support her brother after marriage. Back then, I was too infatuated to see these facts clearly. My words hit Scarlett’s sore spot. She immediately changed her expression. “Jasper Callahan! What do you mean? Am I not stating facts? Or are you and your little friends only allowed to criticize others behind their backs?” I turned my fire on her friends: “And you lot, got nothing better to do? Betting on others, think you’re gambling gods or something? With all this free time, why don’t you read a few more books!” Scarlett and her friends couldn’t keep face anymore, but they didn’t want to argue with me in public, so they just said sarcastically: “Did you take the wrong medicine? Such a big reaction.” “Scarlett, it’s all your fault, making the poor guy bitter from unrequited love…” I couldn’t be bothered to listen to them ramble on, so I turned and left. In my past life, my eyes and heart were full of Scarlett, and by extension, I even had a fondness for her group of friends. I carried their bags when they went shopping. I saved seats for them when they ate out. After graduation, when her friends were drunk or couldn’t drive, I always volunteered to be their driver. They called me “brother” to my face, but behind my back, they mocked me as a lapdog. Most hatefully, they even banded together to cover up Scarlett’s affair. In their eyes, I was just a free servant to be called upon at will! Bah! Even I have to despise myself for being so spineless and love-struck! I hurried back to the dorm, washed up, and changed clothes. I stared at myself in the mirror. Messy hair, skinny, sallow complexion, with dark circles under my eyes. I had always been a bookworm with no sense of style since I was young. Boys my age all knew how to exercise, keep fit, and dress well. But I only buried myself in studying, paying no attention to my appearance. I hadn’t planned on finding a girlfriend during school anyway. Liking Scarlett was just a twist of fate. One winter, I went to the communal water station to get hot water and accidentally scalded my hand. When Scarlett found out, she kindly stuffed some burn ointment in my drawer. From childhood to adulthood, apart from my parents, almost no one had cared for me so selflessly. So, I fell for her. Ignoring others’ gazes, I actively showed my affection for Scarlett. She probably accepted my devotion with the mindset of “why not, if it’s free.” And I, for one act of kindness, staked my youth, and ultimately my life, ending up losing everything. How ridiculous! Given another chance, I absolutely won’t walk down the same path as in my past life!

To change my fate, I’ll start by changing my image. I made a decisive move and ordered a batch of new clothes and shoes online. Then I signed up for a gym membership and made an exercise plan for myself. My parents both worked, and as an only child, I never lacked pocket money. However, my family always valued frugality as a virtue. My parents taught me from a young age to look at a person’s inner beauty. Now I’ve realized that using money to improve oneself is nothing to be ashamed of! The timing of my return wasn’t great, happening right after I had refused my master’s degree offer. I quickly ate and rushed to the study hall. After searching for a while, all the seats were occupied by students with water bottles and books. Disappointed, I walked towards the exit, almost bumping into a girl coming from the opposite direction. I apologized and was about to move around her. But she called out to me: “Jasper Callahan.” I recognized the voice and turned back in surprise, meeting a face as fair as jade. It was Zoe Fitzgerald, my childhood friend. Zoe was my neighbor and classmate in both elementary and middle school. Back then, we were both admitted to the same university, but Zoe was even more impressive, gaining admission to a combined master’s and doctoral program. She studied software engineering, while I studied biotechnology. Since she moved, we had fewer chances to meet. Encountering an old friend, I felt a mix of emotions. When Zoe learned that I had refused the master’s offer, she had called to try and persuade me. But I was too love-struck to listen to her advice, and even accused her of meddling. Zoe tried her best to convince me but couldn’t, and got so angry she stopped talking to me altogether. Later, she went abroad for her Ph.D., and we completely lost touch. Looking back, Zoe was really far-sighted. She had warned me back then: Giving up on improving yourself for a woman, you’ll regret it one day! Who knew it would come true. Now, Zoe frowned and said: “Jasper, the professor said you’re not continuing your studies? Why would you give up such a good opportunity?” I snapped back to reality from my memories and hurriedly explained: “Yes, I just had a moment of confusion, feeling I didn’t deserve this recommendation. Now I hope I can apply and get in with my own abilities!” I was just making this up. But it was the only reasonable explanation I could think of. Zoe was stunned for a moment, then said seriously: “You’re always so stubborn. There are only a few recommendation spots, and this is also a recognition of your abilities.” I nodded vigorously. “You’re right, so I’m a bit regretful now. But don’t worry, as long as I work hard, I’ll definitely be able to apply and get in on my own!” I spoke sincerely, and Zoe nodded: “That’s more like it. This is the Jasper I know.” She looked at the seats in the study hall and asked: “Couldn’t find a seat?” I said helplessly: “Yeah, came too late.” Zoe took out her phone and said: “My classmate saved a seat. I’ll tell her to go somewhere else, and the seat will be yours.” “How could I… Well, I’ll treat her to a meal next time.” I accepted after a polite refusal. After finding a seat, I sat down with Zoe to study. I couldn’t help but recall the scenes of us participating in math competitions together in high school. Back then, I was even thinner and darker than now. Zoe, on the other hand, had always been a beauty in the making. Since middle school, boys had been giving her love letters, but she always maintained an attitude of keeping everyone at arm’s length. It seemed that apart from studying, nothing could pique her interest. She was too upright; I never had any inappropriate thoughts about her. We studied until just before the dorm closed, then left the study hall. Zoe asked: “Are you coming tomorrow? Want me to save you a seat?” “Sure, if it’s convenient for you.” I didn’t forget to express my gratitude: “Thanks to your classmate for giving up her seat. How about I treat you guys to a meal at the Lakeside Restaurant tomorrow?” The Lakeside Restaurant was considered high-end consumption on campus, usually only frequented by couples. Zoe waved her hand: “No need, we’re not picky about food. If you get to the cafeteria early tomorrow, just save us a table. We have lab work tomorrow, so we’ll be late getting out of class.” “No problem, leave it to me!” I promised. The next day, I rushed to the cafeteria right after class and saved a table by the window for Zoe. I put my books and water bottle on the table, planning to go get food after Zoe and her classmate arrived. I was lowering my head to send Zoe a message. Scarlett and her group of friends walked towards me. One of her friends, Katie Hawthorne, teased: “See? I told you Jasper still cares about our Scarlett.”

I looked up in surprise. Scarlett let out a contemptuous snort and sat down next to me. Katie reached out to a girl named Isla Sinclair: “One night, I won. Pay up.” Isla grumbled as she took out money: “You’re still the best.” I immediately realized what was happening. Did they think I had found this seat for them? I was both embarrassed and angry. But I couldn’t blame them. For the past two years, I often did this kind of thankless task. It was understandable that they would misunderstand. I had to explain while suppressing my anger: “I’m sorry, but I saved this seat for a friend. There are many empty seats, could you please move to another table?” Katie and the others ignored my words and sat down. Isla fanned herself and said: “This spot is nice, quite cool.” Katie teased: “Jasper, stop being stubborn. We all understand your feelings for Scarlett.” Isla chimed in: “Scarlett couldn’t sleep well last night, thinking you really despised her.” Scarlett said angrily: “Shut up!” I saw them push my books and water bottle aside, and I said urgently: “The seat really isn’t for you! My friend will be here soon! Please leave!” Scarlett said nonchalantly: “If it’s not for us, who else could it be for?” She commanded: “Get me a salad, and for the other dishes, you know what I like.” She finished speaking and tossed her meal card in front of me. Seeing that card, I couldn’t help but recall the scene from my past life when she threw a bank card at me to break up. The face of the cheating ex from my past life overlapped with Scarlett’s current face. I could no longer suppress the anger in my heart. I grabbed the books and slammed them on the table, shouting: “I’ve already said it’s not for you! Can’t you understand human language?” The commotion quickly drew sidelong glances from others. Katie and Isla sat awkwardly without saying a word. Scarlett lost face because of me and got angry too. She frowned and reprimanded: “Jasper Callahan, that’s enough! A grown man holding such a grudge! I’ve already made concessions, don’t go too far!” I was about to speak when Zoe’s voice came from behind: “Jasper? What’s going on?” I turned around quickly. Zoe was walking towards us with two female classmates. Both groups curiously sized each other up. I was stuck in the middle, feeling a bit at a loss. Seeing Zoe, Scarlett’s face changed instantly. She asked me through gritted teeth: “Jasper Callahan, you’d better explain this.” Her tone sounded like I had done something to betray her. It was simply ridiculous! Before I could open my mouth, Zoe introduced herself gracefully: “Software Engineering, Class of ’18, Zoe Fitzgerald. Nice to meet you.” Katie and Isla gasped. Katie: “Zoe Fitzgerald? The academic star whose paper was published in an international journal?” Isla: “Isn’t she the one who secured a 5 million sponsorship for her research project?” Zoe’s reputation preceded her. The originally arrogant Scarlett suddenly seemed to shrink in her presence. Scarlett continued to glare at me: “You two know each other?” “She’s my neighbor,” I said concisely. Then I turned to Zoe and her classmates with an apologetic look: “I’m sorry, the seats have been taken by others. How about I treat you to the Lakeside Restaurant instead?” Zoe’s classmate said generously: “It’s fine, we can eat anywhere.” “No need to splurge, we’re good as long as we have a place to sit.” I didn’t want to continue eating here to avoid the unpleasant atmosphere with Scarlett and her friends. I started packing up the things on the table, and Zoe naturally helped me stack the books and put them in my bag. Scarlett kept glaring at us fiercely, as if trying to bore holes in me with her eyes. I couldn’t be bothered to even give her a glance. I left with Zoe and her group. At the restaurant, I politely let them order and insisted on treating them. Zoe said: “Don’t be so formal, we can split the bill.” She then introduced me to her two friends, who were her lab mates. During the meal, Zoe’s two classmates were discussing experimental data. Zoe casually asked me: “That girl just now, is she your girlfriend?”

I was taken aback. In all the years I’ve known Zoe, she had never shown interest in my love life. Perhaps I was silent for too long, as she said uncomfortably: “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to…” I hurried to explain: “No, no, she’s not my girlfriend. She just helped me before, and I was repaying her kindness.” Scarlett’s small favor to me had been more than repaid by my running errands for her these two years. I no longer owed her anything! Zoe heard this and made a noncommittal “Oh.” That page was turned. Ever since the incident in the cafeteria, Scarlett and I were completely done. Although I was sick of her, she hadn’t done any substantial harm to me in this life yet. I had no intention of seeking revenge on her. When faced with people and things you dislike, it’s best to stay away. There’s no need to get entangled. That day, as usual, I finished working out and returned to the dorm. As soon as I entered, I was stopped by my roommate, Liam Thorne. Liam was the one who had come between Scarlett and me in my past life. Liam and I weren’t in the same class. After graduation, out of consideration that he was my roommate, I kindly introduced him to Scarlett’s company and even became good friends with him. As a result, he repaid my kindness with betrayal, backstabbing me along with Scarlett. During our school days, he rarely came back to the dorm as he lived off-campus with his girlfriend. Liam held a USB drive, smiling as he said: “Jasper, we need to make a PowerPoint for our group assignment. You’re the best at this kind of technical work, can you help me?” Liam had always liked to boss people around, relying on his bit of money. I smiled insincerely and said: “Sorry, I have my own work from last night that I haven’t finished. I can’t help you.” He didn’t expect me to refuse and was stunned for a second before reacting. He tried to persuade me: “Come on, help me out… It’s due tomorrow, and I don’t want to pull an all-nighter. You’re so skilled, you could finish it in no time. I’ll treat you to bubble tea if you do it, okay?” This kind of tactic might work on girls, but I wasn’t falling for it! Especially after seeing his true colors in my past life, I despised him even more. I wiped the smile off my face and said sternly: “Liam, forget about the bubble tea. Making a PowerPoint isn’t that hard, you’ll get the hang of it if you try. It’s better to rely on yourself than others. You can’t always depend on people to help you, can you?” Liam seemed unable to take a hint and persisted: “It’s just a small favor. You’ve helped me before, haven’t you?” I was considering whether to be more direct when our roommate Finn Donovan kindly tried to defuse the situation: “Liam, Jasper’s been arguing with Scarlett lately. He’s not in a good mood. Cut him some slack, will you?” Liam looked shocked: “What? You broke up with Scarlett? I thought you really liked her?” I coldly replied: “We were never dating. How could we break up?” With that, I headed straight to the bathroom with my change of clothes. Liam was still gossiping with Finn. Liam: “Who dumped who?” Finn: “Not sure, but I think Jasper dumped Scarlett first…” Liam: “No way? I never would have guessed…” Liam stopped pestering me, and I couldn’t be bothered to explain. I just took my clothes and went into the bathroom. The courses in senior year weren’t intense. Students started looking for internships, spending less and less time on campus. With over a month left until the master’s interview, I spent more and more time in the study hall. Of course, no matter how busy I was with studying, I didn’t neglect my workouts. I had a good foundation, and I was tall enough. After building some muscle, my whole demeanor changed. With proper grooming, my attractiveness skyrocketed. As my outward appearance improved, people’s attitudes towards me changed noticeably. Walking around campus, I’d occasionally have girls come up to ask for my contact information. Looks really are important. One day, after finishing my studies, it was already 9:30 PM. It was late autumn, and the night wind was chilly. After walking Zoe back to her dorm, I walked alone along the campus path. I pulled my jacket tighter, when suddenly someone darted out from the nearby woods. I was startled, but when I looked closely, it was none other than Scarlett, whom I hadn’t seen in days.

Scarlett was wearing a pleated skirt, exposing her long, snow-white legs. It seemed she had purposely laid in wait to ambush me here. I didn’t want to have any interaction with her and tried to walk around her. Scarlett grabbed my sleeve and said coquettishly: “Don’t go. I have something to ask you.” I put on a long face and said coldly: “Speak.” Scarlett huffed. “Why have you changed so much? Why are you so impatient with me?” I said impatiently: “Get to the point.” Scarlett continued: “But you’re quite interesting like this now, much more fun than your previous wooden self. You’ve become better looking too. How did you suddenly wise up?” As she spoke, she clung to my arm and shook it, acting coy. My feelings of disgust were reaching their boiling point. I pulled my hand away and said through gritted teeth: “If you have nothing important to say, I’m leaving.” Scarlett blocked my path again. She said haughtily: “Alright, I’ve been thinking these past few days. Actually, there’s nothing wrong with you. I was too cold to you before. I shouldn’t have led you on like that…” Scarlett opened her arms and announced loudly: “Jasper Callahan, let’s officially date! From now on, you’re Scarlett Beaumont’s boyfriend! How about that? Happy now?” “…” At this moment, my silence was deafening. Be her boyfriend? Happy now? No, who gave Scarlett this confidence? I looked at her like she was an idiot, and after great effort, I managed to squeeze out a sentence:

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To avoid harassment from my ex-boyfriend, I planned to stay at my brother’s apartment for a few days. I didn’t expect to be blocked at the door by my brother’s girlfriend, who then slapped me hard across the face. She spoke to me in a sarcastic tone, “Wow, what a boundary-less sister-in-law! How dare you stay in your brother’s place?” “A total deadbeat, not working hard to help Nathan earn a dowry, just sleeping in all day.” “You must be messing around out there, which is why your boyfriend dumped you…” Seriously?! What a psycho! This property title is in my name, okay? My brother Nathan Freitt is seven years younger than me and currently in college. Six months ago, he asked if he could borrow my two-bedroom apartment in Chapel Hill because his roommate snores and keeps him up at night. Since the place was sitting empty, I gave him two spare keys and told him to stay in the guest room and not to enter my room. He eagerly agreed. A couple of days ago, I discovered that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me. After the breakup, he kept showing up outside my office building and my apartment complex every day. To get some peace, I handed over my work to my assistant and decided to stay at my brother’s place for a while. On Thursday afternoon at 4 PM, Nathan should still be in class, so I didn’t tell him and just dragged my suitcase over. But to my surprise, I found that no matter how hard I tried, my key wouldn’t unlock the door. Could Nathan have changed the locks without telling me? Just as I was about to pull out my phone to ask Nathan what was going on, the door suddenly clicked open. Standing there was a girl with perfect makeup, wearing a cute, fuzzy pink bunny onesie. That onesie looked familiar; it seemed like something I had bought as a spare. But right now, I didn’t have time to figure out why this girl was wearing what looked like my pajamas. What I really needed to know was why she was in my home! As I frowned at her, she looked me up and down with an expression that was anything but friendly. “Hi…” I tried to ask what was going on, but she interrupted me. “Are you serious?! You’re here trying to break into my house? Do you think I won’t call the cops and have you arrested?” ??? I stood there, confused and taken aback. Just as I pulled off my scarf to show my face and understand what was happening, I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek. At the same moment, the door slammed shut, sending a breeze across my burning face. I was seething with anger as I took out my phone. My gut told me this was all Nathan’s doing. [Me: Nathan, what did you do with my house?!] [Nathan: Sis? What’s wrong?] [Me: I just got slapped by a woman in my pajamas who’s in my house.] [Nathan: Why did you show up so suddenly?] [Me: You better explain this to me quickly.] Nathan seemed surprised and panicked, taking a few minutes to respond. [Nathan: Sis, there’s probably a misunderstanding. I had my girlfriend open the door for you. I’ll explain when I get back from class; don’t be mad.] Don’t be mad? How am I supposed to not be mad after being slapped and locked out of my own house? Wait… girlfriend? Nathan is dating someone? And they’re living together? In my house?!

I waited outside for another ten minutes, but Nathan’s girlfriend still didn’t come to let me in. As a graduate from a prestigious university who started a successful business with my best friend, I was now a bona fide female CEO. With my impressive grades and affluent background, I had always been pampered growing up. It was the first time someone had disrespected me like this, and I couldn’t just let it go. Unfortunately, I really couldn’t get into the house, so I dragged my suitcase to a coffee shop downstairs to wait for Nathan. During this time, Nathan kept sending me apology messages. [Nathan: Sis, she definitely didn’t mean it; don’t be mad.] [Nathan: There must be some misunderstanding; just calm down.] I ignored him. An hour later, a disheveled Nathan rushed into the coffee shop, scanning the room until he quickly spotted me in the corner. He approached me with a smile plastered on his face. “My lovely, charming sister, I knew you wouldn’t be upstairs, so I figured you’d be here!” Nathan grabbed my suitcase, saying, “Let’s go, Sis.” I shot him a glare, my anger bubbling under the surface, and followed him upstairs. In the elevator, Nathan kept trying to charm me. “Sis, I just got back and had a talk with Amber. Don’t be mad; don’t stoop to her level.” Seeing him like this, I could understand; after all, they were supposed to be enjoying their time together as a couple, and me showing up probably made things awkward for them. But this girl was taking it a bit too far. I decided that if she apologized sincerely, I could overlook this whole incident. Nathan quickly agreed. Once we entered the apartment, I found Amber lounging on the sofa, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table I had meticulously chosen during renovations. She was munching on sunflower seeds and watching some reality show, laughing out loud from time to time. Sunflower seed shells were scattered everywhere, and there were piles of orange peels and several empty soda cans on the table. The elegant artwork that once hung in the living room had been replaced with posters of boy bands I didn’t even recognize. I couldn’t believe this was the apartment I had handed over to Nathan. “Amber, this is my sister, Jessica,” Nathan said, giving her a knowing glance before turning to me with a nervous smile. “Jessica, this is my girlfriend, Amber Johnson.” I regarded the girl before me, who was practically the definition of rude. “Hi, sister,” Amber said, barely looking at me. “I asked you to let my sister in; why didn’t you?” Nathan asked her, glancing nervously at my expression. “And about that misunderstanding, hurry up and apologize to my sister!” Only then did Amber glance my way. After scanning between me and Nathan, she smirked, “I didn’t realize your sister liked to wear matching scarves with you!” That’s when I noticed Nathan was wearing the scarf I had given him. I hadn’t purposely given him that scarf; it was a mix-up when I ordered a couple online. The seller mistakenly sent me two, and since I didn’t want to deal with returning it, I just kept both. I had planned to give the extra one to my best friend, but Nathan had seen it and said he needed one, so I just handed it over. Siblings wearing matching scarves isn’t that strange, right? And because of this, I was slapped and locked out of my own home? Unbelievable…

After hearing that explanation, I could somewhat understand Amber’s actions; she probably thought I was a homewrecker. She was just a bit petty, being in the honeymoon phase of her relationship, so I forced myself to be understanding. I turned to Nathan and asked why he had changed the locks. If my key had worked, none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have gotten slapped for no reason. Nathan hesitated before explaining, “Well… I forgot my keys at school the other day and had to call a locksmith. For safety’s sake, I had the locks changed.” Amber chimed in sarcastically, “Who would feel safe knowing someone else has a key to our place?” The only keys to this apartment, besides Nathan’s, are mine. Not even our parents have a key. This is my house; am I an outsider? She really doesn’t see herself as an outsider? Seeing I was about to explode, Nathan quickly jumped in to defend Amber. “Hey, sis, don’t think too much about it. Amber just meant the locksmith.” Looking at Nathan’s panicked defense of Amber, it was clear he really liked her. Nathan was twenty years old, and this was the first time I realized he was dating someone. Oh well, as long as he likes her. Amber probably just had low emotional intelligence and a lack of manners. Besides, it’s not like I’d be living with her; if Nathan can handle it, that’s all that matters. I didn’t say anything and pulled my suitcase toward the master bedroom. The door was open, revealing a messy space filled with signs of life. Before I moved out, I had left an entire set of unopened La Mer skincare products on my vanity, but now it was all used up. The clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry I had prepared in the closet had all been used, and given that Amber was wearing my pajamas, it was clear that Nathan and Amber had moved into my room. “Amber, since Nathan calls you that, I’ll call you that too,” I said, peeking into the master bedroom with a polite smile. “If you need skincare products, clothes, shoes, bags, or jewelry, just let me know. I can give you some that suit you, but using my things without permission—how am I supposed to use them when I arrive?” Surprisingly, Amber didn’t show any sign of remorse or intent to apologize. Instead, she looked at me and said, “You’re so calculating.” “Well, you’re not married yet. No matter how much you earn, it’s all for Nathan’s wedding. I’m his girlfriend, so everything here technically belongs to me, right?” I swear I’ve never met someone as shameless as Amber. Not a person, but a whole different species! Nathan rushed over to pull me into the master bedroom, whispering, “Sis, Amber’s upbringing is rough. Her family favors boys over girls, so she’s a bit starved for love. Don’t take it too personally!” I held back my frustration and ordered Nathan, “Quick, gather your things and move them to the guest room!” Nathan nodded eagerly, “Okay, okay!” As Nathan moved their things from the master bedroom to the guest room, Amber repeatedly tried to say something but was stopped by Nathan’s glare. She then plopped down on the sofa and started rolling her eyes dramatically. I was worried she might actually flip herself over.

I thought Amber would finally calm down. After all, I was only planning to stay a few days. If I weren’t allergic to pet hair, I would’ve gone to my best friend’s place directly, but her boyfriend’s dog was temporarily staying there, so I had to come here. I didn’t mind Nathan dating; I was too busy to keep tabs on them. With my relentless encouragement, Nathan had developed impressive cooking skills, so naturally, he prepared dinner. The table was filled with all my favorite dishes: Southern-style pork, sweet and sour ribs, roasted chicken, stir-fried chives and eggs, cauliflower with ham, braised lamb, and my favorite spicy shrimp! “Eating so heavy at night? No wonder you got dumped!” “Why are there chives? They get stuck in your teeth!” “Nathan! Why did you make lamb? The smell is unbearable!” As soon as the dishes were served, Nathan hadn’t even had a chance to take off his apron when Amber started picking food off the plate and shoving it into her mouth. While we weren’t a rich family, we still had decent manners. I frowned slightly at Amber’s behavior but said nothing. Everyone comes from different backgrounds, and lifestyle habits vary; those can change over time. Hearing Amber complain, I thought maybe Nathan overlooked her tastes since he wanted to impress me and had ignored what she liked. Just as I was about to reprimand Nathan for his lack of etiquette, he spoke up. “Didn’t you ask for at least two meat and two vegetable dishes for dinner? It’s been a while since my sister ate my cooking, so I made a few extra dishes.” “Didn’t you say eating chives is good for your health and you should have them every day?” “Didn’t you say yesterday you wanted to eat braised lamb?” Oh, great! So this whole dinner was a subtle attack aimed at me! Under Nathan’s silent pleading, I decided not to stoop to Amber’s level and put on some disposable gloves to start peeling shrimp. Maybe I hadn’t given Amber the reaction she was hoping for because, after just a few bites, she started acting up again. “Nathan, I want shrimp!” Nathan patiently peeled a few shrimp and placed them on her plate. “This girl needs peeled shrimp; peeling shrimp herself is too low-class!” Was that a direct jab at me? If I cater to you, I might as well take your last name! But before I could swallow my shrimp and say anything, I witnessed something that shocked me to my core.

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My husband, Gregory, cheated on me with his cousin, Tina. After she had his child, he immediately filed for divorce. On the day the divorce waiting period ended, I sent him a medical report congratulating him on becoming a dad. Upon receiving the report, he completely broke down. “Samantha, explain to me what’s going on!” I replied, “Do I really need to tell you that you have a fertility issue and can’t have kids?” I met my husband, Gregory Hill, during a college club event. He fell head over heels for me and quickly began pursuing me. Eventually, I was moved by his sincerity and passion, so I agreed to be with him. Over the four years of college, we developed a deep bond and promised to marry after graduation, but my parents didn’t approve. After all, I was an only child from a wealthy family in a big city, well-loved and spoiled. Gregory, on the other hand, came from Appalachia. He didn’t have a comfortable upbringing or strong connections; he worked hard to earn his way to college in the city. To marry him, I was willing to clash with my parents and even threatened to cut ties with them. Eventually, my parents relented, fearing I’d struggle without their support. They agreed to the marriage and gave me a house and a car as a wedding gift. Gregory was ambitious and capable. He started his own business right after graduation, but faced numerous obstacles in the early days. His small company was on the brink of collapse due to a lack of stable funding. Seeing that his business was about to fail, I made the decisive choice to sell the house my parents had given me to provide him with startup capital. We moved into a cramped, damp one-bedroom apartment. For me, this hardship was nothing; I was just happy to be with Gregory. Gradually, his business began to improve, and we moved into a newly bought house. We lived a simple yet happy life for two years, but Gregory and I had been unable to conceive a child. It was strange; ever since his company stabilized, we hadn’t intentionally avoided pregnancy. We thought if I became pregnant, we’d just have the baby since we could financially support it now. However, I still hadn’t gotten pregnant, so I decided that Gregory and I should go get checked out. His company was growing, and he was so busy managing everything that it took a while for him to carve out time to accompany me to the doctor. After the checkup, Gregory rushed back to work, leaving me to wait for the results. When the results came in, I was utterly stunned. I was in good health, but Gregory had a fertility issue. Sitting alone on a hospital bench, I felt dizzy and didn’t know how to face this reality. This explained why we hadn’t been able to conceive in two years of marriage. But Gregory was very prideful, and I feared that learning the truth would devastate him. Moreover, my parents already disapproved of our marriage; if they knew Gregory couldn’t have kids, they would surely pressure me to divorce him. So, I planned to keep this a secret. If it came to it, we could always adopt later. That evening, when Gregory got home from work, he asked, “What did the tests say? Is there a problem?” I smiled gently and replied, “No, we’re both fine. The doctor said pregnancy is a matter of chance; as long as we take care of our health, exercise, and avoid late nights, it will happen eventually.” Gregory nodded with a neutral expression. “That’s good.” Although he didn’t say much, I could tell he wasn’t entirely satisfied with this outcome. After that day, we didn’t mention the baby issue again. I had just been promoted to a supervisory position at work, and with my increased responsibilities, I had even less time to think about it.

One day, when I came home from work, Gregory surprised me by cooking dinner. I guessed he might want to discuss something important. I was right. He told me he wanted to bring his mom and cousin, Tina, to live with us. Initially, I was reluctant. With more people in the house, there would inevitably be conflicts and tensions. Moreover, managing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship was already challenging; adding a cousin into the mix felt overwhelming. But Gregory insisted, “My dad passed away when I was young, and my mom worked hard to raise me alone. Now that I can support her, I can’t leave her in the small town. Besides, Tina’s parents passed away, and she has always relied on us. I’ve always considered her like a sister.” So, I reluctantly agreed to let them move in. Before long, my mother-in-law and Tina arrived, dressed simply and exuding an air of humility. “You must be Samantha! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” my mother-in-law said warmly, rushing over to shake my hand. I felt a bit overwhelmed. I responded politely but distantly, “Mom, you both can settle in comfortably here. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” “Absolutely!” my mother-in-law nodded eagerly, while Tina seemed indifferent. Tina was 20 years old and, though she dressed plainly, it was clear she was a pretty young woman. According to Gregory, Tina hadn’t gone to college after high school because his mom needed help at home, so she stayed to care for her. Tina was diligent, jumping right into chores and cooking as soon as she arrived. However, she didn’t seem to like me very much. Sometimes, she’d be laughing and chatting with Gregory one moment, and then her face would drop the second she saw me. Today was Sunday, and after my shower, I went to my bedroom to change. On my way back to the bathroom, I noticed my recently changed underwear was missing. “Mom, did anyone come to the bathroom just now?” I asked my mother-in-law, who was watching TV in the living room. “Oh, Tina went in a bit ago,” she replied. I walked over to Tina’s room and knocked on the door. “Tina, did you see my underwear that I just changed out of?” Tina appeared unhappy and said, “I washed them.” Washed them? In just a few minutes? “Did you hand wash them for me?” I asked, surprised. “Not at all. I just tossed them in the washing machine with the other clothes,” she pouted. “What? You can’t just throw them in the washing machine! That’s so unsanitary!” I exclaimed as I hurried to stop the washing machine. Inside, I found all of our clothes mixed together, including socks, along with my recently changed underwear. That set was from a pricey brand my friend abroad had sent me, and it was barely worn. Now, not only was it dirty, but it was also wrinkled and ruined by the washing machine. Fuming, I confronted her, “I didn’t ask you to wash my underwear! Who washes their underwear with everyone else’s? Don’t you realize how unsanitary that is?” To my surprise, she didn’t back down and shouted back, “It’s just a worn-out underwear set! What’s the big deal? Besides, when Gregory was living at home, didn’t his underwear get washed with mine?” I was so stunned; I didn’t expect Tina to have such a bad attitude, even calling her brother by his name. My mother-in-law rushed in, hearing our argument, and instead of calming things down, she took Tina’s side. “Samantha, don’t be upset. Tina is still young and doesn’t understand. As a sister-in-law, you should be more tolerant,” she pretended to be the good guy while protecting Tina. I was at a loss for words, and feeling like I shouldn’t create family drama, I turned to Tina and said, “Fine, just apologize to me and we can move past this.” Tina remained unfazed, and it took several cues from my mother-in-law before she reluctantly said, “I’m sorry!” Then she turned and slammed the door behind her. I stood there staring at my mother-in-law, who continued to defend Tina. I waved my hand, indicating there was no need for more discussion; it was over.

I thought that what happened today was just a minor incident, but it turned out to be just the beginning. Tina seemed to be intentionally provoking me; each time she did laundry, she would take Gregory’s clothes and wash them separately, deliberately leaving mine behind. I didn’t want to get into it with her; she was just a sheltered girl and didn’t know better. However, my tolerance didn’t dissuade her annoying behavior; in fact, it made her bolder. One day, I noticed some of my cosmetics had gone missing. Given there were only a few of us in the house, it was obvious who took them. While Gregory was in the living room chatting with my mother-in-law, I marched straight into Tina’s room. I heard a loud scream, “What are you doing? Samantha, are you out of your mind?” There she was, wearing a revealing tank dress, barely concealing her modesty. I yanked open the drawer of her desk and found my missing cosmetics lying inside. I held up a bottle of foundation and approached her. “What is this?” She feigned indifference and replied, “It’s foundation. What’s the problem?” I couldn’t help but laugh in frustration. “I know it’s foundation! More importantly, I know it’s my foundation!” “That’s nonsense! This is mine!” she stubbornly defended. I smirked, “Oh really? What brand is it? What shade? Which counter did you buy it from?” She fell silent, glaring at me with daggers. At that moment, Gregory and my mother-in-law heard the commotion and rushed in. Tina, upon seeing Gregory, immediately leaped into his arms, completely disregarding what she was wearing. “Greg, this woman is accusing me of stealing her stuff! You have to stand up for me!” she said, feigning tears. Gregory gently rubbed her back and comforted her softly, “It’s okay, don’t cry. I’ll figure out what’s going on.” Then he turned to me, “Samantha, is there some misunderstanding? Tina isn’t like that.” I let out a scoff. “Misunderstanding?” I held the foundation up for them to see. “I have this little habit where I write the date on the bottom when I open a new cosmetic. You can check for yourselves.” When they looked at the bottom, they saw the small date I had written, and their expressions turned awkward. Gregory spoke first, “Samantha, Tina probably just thought these were new and interesting. After all, she hasn’t seen this kind of stuff in Appalachia. I’ll apologize for her. Please don’t be upset.” My mother-in-law added insincerely, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t raise her properly; you can blame me!” This whole family was acting so put upon that it made me look like the villain. I felt incredibly frustrated and said, “Just have her return all my things, and I won’t argue with you!” Tina reluctantly handed the items back to me. Seeing her sulking, Gregory consoled her, “Don’t be sad. I’ll buy you new stuff tomorrow, the best and most expensive.” Hearing this made me both sad and infuriated. My husband was siding with his sister for her wrongdoings and disrespecting me. I was at my wit’s end and retreated to my room.

Not long after, Gregory came into my room. “Samantha, I know you’re upset, but Tina has lived in a small town her whole life and hasn’t seen much. She’s really quite innocent and pitiable,” he said. I didn’t respond, unwilling to engage in this pointless conversation. Seeing I wasn’t reacting, he continued, “I know we’re from different backgrounds, and you might have some biases. But I hope you can look at our years of feelings and give me some grace. Can we just let this go?” Gregory’s words sounded condescending to me, and I was so annoyed I didn’t want to say anything to him. Noticing my silence, he left the room. The next day, true to form, Gregory bought Tina a bunch of expensive cosmetics, but he also got me something. This time, he didn’t say any passive-aggressive remarks but instead held up a new designer bag, soothingly telling me not to be upset. Seeing his sincere attitude, I decided not to dwell on the issue any further. In the afternoon, Tina saw the bag Gregory had bought for me and grew incredibly jealous, saying, “Ugh, relying on a man isn’t a real accomplishment.” I shot back, “I’m your sister-in-law; please speak respectfully! Instead of being jealous, why don’t you think about how to improve yourself?” After I said that, Tina fell completely silent, though I could see her eyes rolling in disdain. Maybe my words struck a chord; she began to learn how to do makeup and dressed up more, going out every day. One night, seeing her heavy makeup and a dress so short it might as well be nonexistent, I kindly warned her, “It’s late; you shouldn’t be going out alone.” “Why do you care? What gives you the right to tell me what to do?” she replied dismissively. I was irritated and snapped, “Tina, please remember your place. I’m your brother’s wife, your sister-in-law!” She just scoffed, as if I were a joke, and ignored me as she walked out. I felt my temples pounding in anger. My mother-in-law had gone to bed early, and Gregory was out of town for work, so no one was around to keep an eye on her. Forget it; I didn’t need to get worked up over this. The next morning, just as I was heading out to work, I ran into Tina, who had just come home.

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The house I bought before marriage was set for redevelopment,so I rushed home to tell my husband the good news. But instead,I found him walking in with his pregnant mistress. I filed for divorce at lightning speed,slamming my infertility report in front of him.“So,you enjoy raising someone else’s kids,huh?” I’m Juliah Johnson. Now,it’s been three years since I got married. My mother-in-law has been nagging me to have a baby,hoping for a big boy to carry on the family name.But three years have passed,and my belly hasn’t stirred at all. At first,I thought I was young and didn’t need to rush into having kids.But when my husband,David Smith,started feeling anxious,I thought maybe I should feel that way too. I tried all the home remedies my mother-in-law suggested and even made a special trip to the local neighborhood to see the most renowned alternative medicine practitioner to help me conceive. But nothing worked;I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. I started wondering if there was something wrong with my body,so I mentioned it to David and went to the hospital for a check-up. When the doctor returned with my results,looking a bit heavy-hearted,I feared there was something seriously wrong. But to my surprise,the doctor told me I was perfectly healthy and had no fertility issues. So why couldn’t I get pregnant? I began to wonder if perhaps there was an issue with David’s health.Maybe he should get checked out too. Just as I was thinking this,I received a phone call. It was the property management of the apartment complex where I bought my house before marriage.The voice on the line was slightly excited.“Juliah,we’re redeveloping the complex!Your house is quite large,and you can expect a payout of several million!” I was momentarily stunned.“Several million?” I had only spent less than two hundred thousand on that house!Now I could be getting so much money! I had never seen that much money in my life. I was so shocked that I forgot all about wanting a child and was filled with thoughts of those millions instead. “We’re redeveloping to build shopping malls and office buildings.It’s going to be prime real estate!Don’t worry;I’ve heard inside info that you’ll get at least two million!” The property manager sounded confident,saying the compensation would be available in a month or two. I was trembling with excitement.“Two million…” Keep in mind,that the one hundred thousand I used to buy the house was from working for seven or eight years,plus some help from my parents.It had been a struggle to afford it. After I renovated the house,I got married and moved into David’s home,never really living in mine. Three years had passed,and I had almost forgotten about that house,but now it brought me such a huge surprise. Suddenly,I wasn’t worried about having kids anymore.Since I had this unexpected windfall,why not take my parents and my mother-in-law on a trip to enjoy life together? Once we returned from the vacation,I could think about kids again. Raising a child costs so much,and with this money,I could give my future child a better life. I practically skipped home,eager to share the good news with David. But before I could tell him,an unexpected guest showed up. “Are you Juliah Johnson?” The woman stood a head taller than me,looking stunning with a confident posture,her eyes glinting with malice.

“And you are?” I was sure I had never met this woman before. “Juliah,right?Honestly,you’re just average-looking and have an ordinary figure.Do you think you deserve David?You should just get a divorce while you can.” Her tone dripped with contempt.“I don’t understand how David even looked at you.” “What do you want from me?” This woman had completely ruined my good mood,so I snapped back. “Who says I’m here for you?I’m here for David.” She walked right into my house as if it were her own,kicked off her high heels,and plopped down on the couch. She eyed me with an amused expression. “Are you dying to know what our relationship is?” There was a clear sense of schadenfreude in her gaze. To be honest,I had already entertained a possibility in my mind,but I didn’t want to believe it— that my husband David had cheated on me with this woman standing in front of me,flaunting her superiority. “Get out.This is my home.” No matter how patient I was,I couldn’t tolerate such provocation. Deep down,I still wanted to trust David. After all,we had built some trust over the years. I thought that kicking her out would make her leave,but instead,she chuckled at my attempt.“Juliah,you think you can kick me out?How amusing.” She casually picked up a cup from the table and took a sip.“And by the way,we don’t even know who the real mistress of this house is.” Her words were absolutely outrageous,and I felt anger rising in me. “By the way,my name is Lisa Brown.You’ll remember it for the rest of your life.” Lisa Brown,huh? I smirked.“Oh,really?” I dialed David’s number immediately.“Hey,there’s a woman named Lisa Brown here looking for you.” As soon as I finished,I could sense a hitch in David’s voice. “W-wife,don’t listen to her!She’s crazy!I’ll be home soon!” His voice was filled with panic. Suddenly,I wasn’t sure if my trust in David was well-placed. If David was truly innocent,why was he so frightened? Could it be that he really had cheated on me? My heart raced with anxiety. Meanwhile,Lisa was smirking at me,looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Juliah,you’ll find out soon enough that life can be a lot harsher than you imagine.” “How do you know your life is as great as you think?” I shot back without thinking. At that moment,the door burst open,and David rushed in.His eyes changed upon seeing Lisa. “What are you doing here?I told you not to disturb my family!” After he scolded her,he hurried over to explain to me that Lisa was a former coworker who had a crush on him,but he had never reciprocated. Seeing David so eager to explain eased my heart a bit. But Lisa’s next words sent my heart plummeting.“David,what does your explanation even matter?I have to tell you—” “I’m pregnant.”

David turned to her,stunned.“What did you just say?You’re pregnant?” “Yeah,”she said,running her fingers through her hair with an air of triumph.“While your wife can’t have kids,I’m carrying one of your family’s children.” “You’re really pregnant?” David’s expression was a whirlwind of emotions—joy,regret,and panic all rolled into one. He glanced between me and Lisa,gritting his teeth.“Is that really my child you’re carrying?” Hearing that made my eyes well up with tears. So it was true;Lisa wasn’t lying.David had been cheating on me all along! “David!You’re such a jerk!” I lunged at him,slapping him hard. David’s face turned from shock to anger as he held his cheek,turning his gaze to Lisa. Lisa,seeing my humiliation,laughed mockingly.“Of course,it’s not your child;who else could it be?I only have one man.” “Juliah,Juliah,I told you,we’re not sure whose house this will be in the future.” Lisa’s words ignited my fury.Knowing David had cheated and that there was now a child involved made me scream,“David!I want a divorce!” David seemed enraged at my outburst and struck me back. A man’s strength is different from a woman’s;he hit me hard enough to send me crashing to the floor. I slammed against the ground painfully. “Juliah,don’t you dare lose your mind!” He pointed at me,unleashing a torrent of insults before turning back to Lisa with eyes filled with tenderness.“Lisa,you’re really pregnant?Did you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” “It’s a boy.The doctor said I’m having a boy.” When he heard it was a boy,David’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A boy!You’re having a boy!Our family will finally have a future!” His gaze toward Lisa softened in an instant. Then Lisa added another delightful piece of news,“I invested in a beauty salon and get a yearly payout of fifty thousand.David,you’ve always wanted to quit and start your own business,right?I can give you a hundred thousand to start.” After saying that,she kept glancing at me as if she were the victor and I was merely a loser. David had been thrilled about having a son. Now,learning that Lisa was willing to fund his business venture made him ecstatic. He joyfully hugged Lisa and kissed her.“Lisa!I love you.I’m going to divorce Juliah right away and marry you,giving you and the baby a proper name.” I stared at David in disbelief.Was the man I had been with all these years such a despicable person?Not only was he a cheater,but he was also disgusting. Thankfully,I hadn’t told David about the redevelopment yet. But I was shocked when Lisa said,“You two will definitely get divorced,but before that,I want Juliah to serve me like a maid!”

How could there be such shameless people in the world? Not only had she destroyed my family and become a mistress with a love child,but now she wanted me to serve her. “Dream on!” I shouted,“You lowly mistress!” David was completely blinded by thoughts of money and the child,and hearing me say that,he feared Lisa would be unhappy. He stormed over and kicked me.“Juliah,right now,Lisa is the most important person in our home.Whatever she says goes.If she tells you to serve her,you have to do it.” I glared at David.“Why should I listen to you?I want a divorce!” “You absolutely have to listen to me.If you don’t,think about your mother!” David’s tone was laced with a threat. I immediately understood what he meant. My mother had surgery last year,and the doctor was a friend of David’s.She had a recurrence and needed a second operation.If David instructed his doctor friend to do something— What would happen to my mom? No,the person I loved most in this world is my mom,and I can’t let anything happen to her! The only way out was to agree to him for now. “David,you’re truly a beast.You’re ruthless!” I looked at him with pure hatred. I realized I had been blind,placing my trust in the wrong person,which led to this miserable outcome. If I had seen through him earlier,perhaps none of this would have happened. When I learned about the redevelopment payout,I even thought of sharing that good news with him and helping him start a business. Now,I was incredibly thankful. So thankful I hadn’t called David to tell him about it. No matter how unwilling I was,I would have to serve Lisa in the coming days. But I secretly gathered plenty of evidence of David’s infidelity during our marriage,convinced it would come in handy. Meanwhile,I reached out to friends to find the most reputable doctors to expedite my mother’s transfer process. Soon,I would have money,and she could receive the best medical care. Lisa had been feeling quite triumphant lately;she moved into the master bedroom that David and I had shared,shoving me into the living room. The second bedroom was occupied by my mother-in-law. Yes,my mother-in-law knew everything—her son had cheated and had a mistress and a love child.But instead of feeling any guilt,she was excited to have a grandson,looking at Lisa with admiration every day. At that moment,I was helping Lisa wash her dirty underwear while she made snide remarks.“Oh,Juliah,your underwear isn’t clean enough.You should wash it a few more times.” As she spoke,she tossed her soiled underwear toward me. She closed the living room door behind her.It was freezing outside,and with the door shut,all the warmth vanished.I immediately felt a chill run through me. To top it off,I noticed the hot water was gone.I could guess who was behind it—Lisa,without a doubt. I held back my anger. I would hold on until my mother found a suitable doctor.Then I would make sure to slap both of them. But at that moment,I received a call from the hospital—not the one where my mother was undergoing surgery but from the place David and I had gone for our check-ups. They had my phone number on file. “Ms.Johnson,we couldn’t reach your husband,so we’re calling you.Your husband has been diagnosed with oligospermia and is infertile.Please come to the hospital to pick up the report when you have time.” When I heard that,I was completely stunned. So,the reason I couldn’t get pregnant for three years was that David had fertility issues. Wait a second—if David was infertile,then whose child was Lisa carrying?

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I had just given birth to my second child when my husband, Ryan Carter, hired a 24-year-old nanny named Lena to help me out. Lena was young, beautiful, and efficient. But I never expected my older daughter Stella to say, “I like Aunt Lena. She smells like mommy. Her waist is slimmer than yours, and she’s prettier…” I had just given birth to my second child. My husband, Ryan, was worried about me taking care of two kids alone, so he hired a nanny from an agency. The nanny’s name was Lena, born in 1999. She was young and pretty, and very efficient at her job. She would always call me “sister” in a very friendly manner. Although I was a bit concerned about having such a young and beautiful girl in our house, after interacting with her, I found Lena to be quite nice, so I let her stay. Ryan said he chose Lena mainly because she looked young and sensible. He told me that older nannies often became set in their ways, slacking off at work and pocketing money from grocery shopping. So he thought it was better to hire someone inexperienced like Lena. Firstly, it would save money, and secondly, she would be more agile and efficient. After Lena had been working for a few days, it was indeed as Ryan said. She didn’t try to pocket any money and was quick with her work. “Here are the receipts for this month’s groceries. Please take a look,” Lena said, handing me neatly organized receipts. I could clearly see what she bought each day at a glance. We had hired nannies before, and the previous one would always slack off and inflate the prices of vegetables and fish, but the food she cooked was terrible. Compared to them, Lena was truly an excellent household staff. “Lena, I’ve transferred the money to you. I trust your work,” I said without hesitation as I sent her the money. Two months passed, and I became increasingly satisfied with Lena. One night when Ryan came home, I discussed with him, “Honey, Lena is very diligent and honest. Why don’t we give her a raise?” Ryan hugged me. He had been working very hard lately and was now too tired to keep his eyes open. “Okay, whatever you say, darling.” Ryan didn’t seem interested in the matter of Lena, which actually made me feel quite comfortable. After all, Lena was a young and beautiful nanny, and I hadn’t fully regained my figure after giving birth. I was actually a bit worried that the contrast between Lena and me was too stark, to the point where my husband might take a liking to Lena. But now, Ryan’s reaction put my mind at ease. I became even more satisfied with Lena and gave her a $200 raise the next day. Lena was extremely grateful and even bought me a lipstick to thank me. Although the lipstick wasn’t expensive, it was still a gesture of goodwill from the young girl. I appreciated her thoughtfulness and liked Lena even more. That day, my older daughter Stella came running to me, saying she wanted to sleep with Aunt Lena that night. I pinched Stella’s cheek and asked, “Sweet Stella, why do you want to sleep with Aunt Lena?” Stella raised her chubby little face and said, “Because Aunt Lena tells Stella stories, and Aunt Lena smells like mommy.” I was amused by Stella’s innocent words. I rubbed her head and agreed to her request. “Lena, you can go to her room and sleep with her tonight,” I said with a smile to Lena, who nodded and took Stella’s hand to her room. As Lena passed by me, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. But having just given birth, my sense of smell wasn’t very sensitive, and I couldn’t quite place what the scent was.

Stella had been getting more and more attached to Lena lately. I was happy about this, as it would be too tiring if both children were always clinging to me. My younger son, Sunny, wasn’t even six months old yet and still needed his mother. With Lena taking care of Stella, I felt much more relaxed. One day when Ryan came home from work, Stella dragged him to play Monopoly. Stella, Lena, and Ryan were all having a great time. “Daddy, Stella is going to win!” Stella said proudly to Ryan, holding her cards. Ryan affectionately patted Stella’s head and said, “Stella, you’re amazing!” Lena was smiling beside them, her eyes curved into crescents. “Yes, our Stella is the best!” Seeing Stella so happy, I went over to join them. “Stella, mommy’s coming to play with you too.” But I wasn’t very good at the game and was soon dismissed by Stella. “Mommy, you don’t know how to play. Stella will just play with daddy and Aunt Lena.” Being rejected by my daughter made me feel a bit hurt, but I didn’t stay to play with them. “Aunt Lena, this time Stella wants to team up with you! Because you’re better than daddy,” Stella said. Stella loved playing games with Lena because Lena was good at these little games and had the patience to play with her. Hearing Stella’s innocent words, Ryan teased, “I see, now Aunt Lena is more important to Stella than daddy. You can just play with Aunt Lena from now on.” Stella let out a soft “hmph” and went to hold Lena’s arm. “I like Aunt Lena the most.” Seeing Stella and Lena’s close relationship made me feel a bit sour. Moreover, the three of them sitting together looked like a family, and I felt like I was being excluded. But then I thought it was funny. Stella was just a child, she liked whoever played with her. Why should I be jealous of Lena, a nanny? I must be overthinking things after just giving birth. That night, Stella once again clung to Lena, wanting Lena to sleep with her. I readily agreed. After all, it would be too tiring to accompany Stella to sleep and also take care of Sunny. I felt at ease with Lena sleeping with Stella. Besides, Ryan and I hadn’t had time alone for a long time. I wanted to spend some quality time with Ryan tonight. “Honey, we haven’t had a chance to talk, just the two of us, for a long time,” I said, hugging Ryan and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Darling, you’ve been working so hard taking care of two children by yourself. It’s good that Lena is helping us with Stella now, so we can have some time together,” Ryan said, kissing me on the lips. His hands started wandering over my body. “Honey, it’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate.” I eagerly cooperated with Ryan, reaching out to unbutton his collar. Ryan lifted my skirt, but his wandering hands suddenly froze. “Honey, your stomach hasn’t recovered yet?” Ryan said calmly, but I could see a hint of disgust in his eyes. I looked down at my stomach, which was full of stretch marks and scars from the C-section and weight gain. It could be described as a mess of valleys and ridges. No wonder Ryan was disgusted. Even I found this stomach repulsive.

“Should we continue?” I asked, looking at Ryan a bit nervously. I had thought about going to the hospital for laser treatment and scar removal, but I simply didn’t have the time for that now. Taking care of two children had already left me exhausted, let alone with Sunny being so young and still needing to be breastfed. I couldn’t leave him for a moment. I knew that the longer I waited to treat the scars, the harder they would be to remove. I had tried scar removal creams, but they didn’t have much effect. Ryan looked at my stomach and let out a deep sigh. He turned over and lay down on the bed. “Honey, I’m suddenly feeling tired. Maybe next time.” Ryan turned off the bedside lamp and put his arm around me as he fell into a deep sleep. Even though his embrace was so warm, why did I feel cold all over? I couldn’t help but let a tear roll down my cheek. Ryan had finally become disgusted with me, disgusted with my body full of valleys and ridges after giving birth to two children. As I cried, I fell asleep. I dreamed of when Ryan and I first met. I was a dance teacher. He said he passed by my dance studio and saw me dancing gracefully like an angel. He fell in love with me at first sight. He said he loved my beautiful face, my soft waist, and even more, he loved how I silently sacrificed for him by staying at home to take care of our two children. Every time I heard him say these things, I would be deeply moved, feeling that I had truly married the right person. But after I gave birth to two children, when my appearance and figure were no longer as beautiful and delicate as before, Ryan turned out to be just like ordinary men, starting to find me repulsive. I don’t doubt that he loves me, just not as much as before. When I woke up early the next morning, my eyes were swollen. I hadn’t slept well and had been crying, making me look even more haggard. “Honey, I’ll bring you some supplements when I come home tonight. Look how haggard you’ve become,” Ryan said, though he was being thoughtful, I still felt a bit upset. Lena had made us breakfast early in the morning. Ryan took a bite and praised her, “Lena, your cooking has been getting better and better lately.” Stella chimed in from the side, “Aunt Lena’s cooking is really good, even better than mommy’s!” Lena seemed a bit embarrassed and smiled, “It can’t be better than your mom’s cooking, Stella. Don’t say that.” As Lena said this, she bent over to place a plate of fruit on the dining table, revealing a section of her slender waist. When Stella saw this, she laughed and said, “Aunt Lena, your waist is so slim, not at all like my mom’s thick one.” Stella’s words instantly made me sad. Although Stella was telling the truth, seeing Lena’s slender waist still made me feel a surge of inferiority. Ryan also heard Stella’s words. Although Ryan didn’t say anything, the gaze he cast on Lena’s waist made me very uncomfortable. There was admiration for a beautiful body in his eyes, while when he saw my ugly scars, Ryan’s eyes only held disgust. Probably noticing my dejected expression, Ryan comforted me, “Megan, you’re the most beautiful in my heart.” Ryan called my name and complimented me, but I didn’t feel happy because his gaze still couldn’t help but glance at Lena as he said this.

After the incident at the breakfast table, I inexplicably developed some opinions about Lena. I told myself in my heart not to be so petty. Lena was efficient in her work and had never done anything to wrong me. How could I have opinions about her just because she was younger and prettier than me? Megan Young, oh Megan Young, are you being too sensitive because of your pregnancy? I despised myself for this kind of small-mindedness. When I saw Lena’s sincere eyes looking at me, I even felt disgusted with myself. How could I treat the young girl like this just because I wasn’t pretty enough and didn’t have a good figure? Due to my guilty conscience, that day when I went out to buy things, I also brought back a new dress for Lena. Lena was so happy when she received the new dress that she tried it on in her room. “Thank you, sis! Why are you so good to me?” Seeing Lena so happy, the guilt in my heart also dissipated a bit. Lena was so happy that she even rushed over to hug me. But with this hug, I once again smelled the fragrance on Lena’s body. It was very familiar— Because I also had this perfume. The last time I didn’t think much about it, so I didn’t recognize it, but this time I smelled it carefully. This was clearly my perfume! I didn’t think Lena and I were using the same product because this perfume was custom-made by a friend of mine who works as a perfumer in France. There was no possibility of having the same scent. Moreover, Lena was just a little nanny. How could she afford a perfume that could be custom-made by a perfumer? There was only one possibility: Lena had secretly used my perfume. My eyes narrowed, but I didn’t say anything. After all, Lena was still young, and secretly using a bit of perfume wasn’t a big mistake. I gave Lena a meaningful look but said nothing as I left her room. Before I left, Lena was still happily trying on clothes, not noticing anything unusual about me. Maybe it was unintentional, I comforted myself. But after this incident, I couldn’t help but observe Lena, and I found some coincidences that were hard to explain. For example, the lipstick colors Lena usually wore were brick red and mauve, coincidentally the only two colors I kept after getting pregnant and throwing away my previous makeup. Also, Lena’s dressing style was almost identical to mine before I got pregnant. Almost all the styles of old clothes I had in my closet could be found on Lena. What made me even more suspicious was that Lena only had two days off a month, yet she, who had never learned dance before, went to learn ballet— And I was a ballet teacher before I got married. Everything Lena did seemed like she was imitating me, or rather, becoming me. This feeling made me very uncomfortable. I decided to talk to Lena openly and ask her if she was indeed imitating me. I walked to Lena’s room but found her wearing an extremely revealing ballet costume, admiring her impressive figure in the mirror. I was very confused. Just as I was about to walk in, she reached out and tore the clothes, leaving her almost naked. But there was a special kind of seduction about it. She made a phone call, “Have you made up your mind? If you have, come back.” Who was she calling? What had they made up their mind about, and where were they coming back to? Just as I was trying to understand, I heard the sound of our front door being opened. It was my husband coming back! Why would Ryan be back at this time? It was only three in the afternoon. Ryan should be at work in the office right now. I thought about the phone call Lena had just made, and suddenly had a premonition. Could it be that the person Lena called to come home— Was Ryan?

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