My five-year-old daughter Anna Lewis declared in front of the entire family during dinner that she was a reborn soul. She said, “In two minutes, Mom will personally hand me over to human traffickers and gouge out my eyes.” Everyone thought Anna was just talking nonsense. However, two minutes later, Anna really disappeared. When we found her again, her eyes were already a bloody mess. I, Lena Reed, rushed to hold Anna and dash to the hospital, but she whispered, “In the next second, Mom will stage a car accident to kill me completely because she suspects I’m not her biological child.” As soon as she finished speaking, a truck indeed crashed into the ambulance. Now the whole family began to believe that Anna might truly be a reborn soul. I desperately crawled out of the car, wanting to go back and save Anna, but my husband Anton Lewis grabbed me in fury, beat me severely, and left me bleeding on the roadside. Anna received timely medical treatment. Then she said again, “Mom is a homewrecker. To steal Dad away from Diana Edwards, she deliberately got pregnant with me. She doesn’t love me at all.” The whole family felt heartbroken for Anna, and Anton immediately filed for divorce and kicked me out of the house. I wandered the streets and eventually died from infected wounds in a garbage dump. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day Anna announced she was a reborn soul. ***** “I’m a reborn soul, I can predict the future.” Anna said in her childish voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the table with her hands on her hips, looking proud. The whole family sat around, treating it as innocent childish nonsense, nobody taking it seriously. But I felt a chill down my spine. In my previous life, it was precisely because of these words that I ended up dying miserably on the streets. I touched the wounds on my body that had healed completely, yet the excruciating pain seemed to still linger in my body. Anton’s mother Sarah Lewis then chimed in, “Yes, yes, our Anna is a prophet, she’ll definitely achieve great things in the future.” But the dismissive tone in her voice triggered Anna’s displeasure, and she shouted loudly, “I’m telling the truth! In my past life, it was Mom who killed me, personally handing me over to human traffickers! “My eyes will be gouged out too, I’ll become blind!” Anna glared at me angrily, her expression terrifyingly serious. Her words immediately drew disapproval from Anton’s father Elliot Lewis. “Hey, what are you talking about? Been watching too many cartoons?” Hearing this, Anna threw herself into Sarah’s arms with a grieved expression. “Grandma, I’m not lying, Mom is a bad person, I don’t want to die…” Sarah said, “Anna is still young, you’re actually taking her words seriously? Why are you getting angry with her?” Seeing Sarah doting on Anna like this, I couldn’t help but sneer. If it weren’t for Anna’s words in my previous life that led to my miserable death, I might have believed it too. After comforting Anna, Sarah turned to look at me. “Lena, don’t just stand there. I noticed we’re out of salt in the kitchen, go downstairs and buy a pack.” I nodded, my mind calculating how to deal with Anna, and was just about to leave. Just then, Anna suddenly looked at me with terror. “Ah? Mom, are you going out to contact the human traffickers? Mom, don’t take me away!”

Anna’s sudden reaction worried Sarah, who immediately pulled Anna into a tight embrace. “Oh my, what’s gotten into Anna today? Why does she keep saying such strange things?” I stopped at the doorway, watching Anna curled up in Sarah’s arms, then glanced at the wall clock. At that moment, there was still one minute left before the time Anna claimed I would hand her over to human traffickers. Earlier, concerned that Anna might have been frightened, I hadn’t planned to go out shopping and had asked Sarah to do the errands instead. She had stayed with me for a while, then said her stomach hurt and needed to use the bathroom. I personally escorted her to the restroom, and she never came out. Even now, thinking back on it, I find the whole thing incredibly bizarre. Later, when the traffickers called with their ransom demands, we learned that Anna had truly been kidnapped. The police even sent someone to examine the bathroom, but they could never figure out how a five-year-old child could end up 30 miles away within an hour. I hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and pulled out my phone to call Anton. “Hey, remember to pick up some salt on your way home from work. Anna’s acting up at home—she might be sick.” Anton’s irritated voice came through the phone. “Are you kidding me? I’m in the middle of a client meeting! What exactly do you do at home? Can’t you go buy it yourself?” He hung up immediately after that. I wasn’t angry. I turned and walked back into the house, saying to Sarah, “Sarah, I think Anna might be traumatized. Let’s stay with her in the living room. I’ll arrange for a psychologist to come check on her later.” Hearing this, Sarah frowned. “Are you really being this dramatic? Anna’s just being a little mischievous.” “A child’s physical health is important, but so is their mental health.” I put on a worried expression and walked over to touch Anna’s face. Then I got up and pushed open the bathroom door, saying, “Sarah, didn’t I tell you the bathroom needs regular cleaning? Look, there are cockroaches running around. I just bought new insecticide and need to spray it thoroughly. Don’t let anyone use the bathroom for the next three hours—you could get poisoned.” My actions clearly disrupted Anna’s plan. Her expression showed obvious panic. This time, let’s see how Anna would validate her rebirth prophecy. Two minutes passed, and the so-called rebirth prophecy naturally fell apart. No one in the family took it seriously. Just then, Anna suddenly shouted loudly, “No, I’m going to mess my pants!” Sarah panicked when she heard this. “Oh no, what should we do? Lena, can’t we use the bathroom yet?” I had noticed Anna’s shifty eyes from the start—she was clearly plotting something. Looking at her, I pulled out a basin I had prepared earlier and said, “Just go here. The bathroom definitely can’t be used.” “I want to use the bathroom! I don’t want to go in a basin, or I’ll mess my pants!” Anna threatened. I just chuckled coldly. “Then go ahead and mess them. The bathroom can’t be used today anyway, and I can change you into clean pants.” My response left Anna speechless for a moment. She shouted frantically, “Mommy is the bad guy! Grandma, call the police and arrest Mommy, or she’s going to kill me!” I said, “Fine, when the police come, I’ll tell them you messed your pants.” Seeing my indifference, Anna simply pouted and started holding her breath, her face gradually turning red. “Anna, why are you doing this? Open your mouth and breathe!” Sarah was really afraid she’d hurt herself and quickly pried open her mouth. Watching her sulky behavior, I felt completely unmoved. Regarding Anna, I’ve always felt my parenting approach wasn’t fundamentally flawed. I tried to fulfill any reasonable request she had. I did everything I could to raise her to be an honest, loving child, but I could never understand why she turned out the way she did. Seeing my firm attitude, Anna actually held her breath and messed her pants. A foul smell spread through the room, and Sarah covered her nose, scolding, “You little brat!” She went to get water, preparing to clean Anna’s bottom. I didn’t stop her, just calmly got up and went to the bedroom to get clean pants. However, when I walked out of the room with the pants, I was completely stunned. Sarah stood there looking bewildered, holding the basin as we stared at each other, and Anna was gone! The living room was empty. Elliot had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, and Anna’s soiled pants were still lying on the floor. Sarah was frantic, searching every corner of the house inside and out, but there was no trace of Anna anywhere. No sound of doors opening or footsteps—a five-year-old child had mysteriously vanished once again. I muttered to myself, “How is this possible?” I was even more anxious than Sarah because I knew exactly what was coming next. “Is it really impossible to change?” I gritted my teeth, searching the room for any clues, but found nothing. Panic set in, and I instinctively made the same decision as in my previous life—I called the police. While waiting for the officers to arrive, I searched the entire neighborhood but still couldn’t find any trace of Anna. Unwilling to give up, I asked the property management to pull the security footage, but Anna was nowhere to be seen in the recordings. When the police arrived, everything unfolded almost exactly as it had in my previous life. They couldn’t find any valuable leads either, leaving us with nothing but a request for patience before they departed. It wasn’t until I received that video of Anna with her eyes gouged out that I fell into complete despair. What was meant to happen had happened. The kidnappers called, demanding a ransom of one million dollars. Seeing Anna’s condition, Sarah sobbed uncontrollably. Anton also rushed home from work. When he saw the footage of Anna being tortured, he charged at me in fury and delivered two resounding slaps across my face. He roared, “I asked you to watch the child at home—this is how you watch her? If anything happens to Anna, I’ll make you pay with your life!” If the police hadn’t been there, he probably would have killed me. Later, when the police questioned us again about any unusual circumstances during Anna’s disappearance, Elliot suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “I remember Anna saying that her mom would personally hand her over to human traffickers and gouge out her eyes.” Anna’s prophecy had come true. Sarah also looked like she’d had a revelation: “That’s right, I was recording at the time and think I caught it on video.” Sarah pulled out her phone and showed the video from that day. In the background of the footage, Anna was standing on the table, shouting those words that would send me plummeting into the abyss. I was stunned, having completely failed to notice when Sarah had recorded this video. Before I could fully process what was happening, Anton suddenly lunged at me like a madman, grabbing my collar: “That’s your own daughter—how could you do such a thing? Are you even human?” Before the police could pull him away, he kicked me hard in the chest. I crashed heavily to the ground, the intense pain snapping me back to reality. “Something’s wrong—something’s not right,” I thought frantically, until I saw Anton’s angry, twisted face and suddenly realized what it was. I said, “You believe the nonsense of a five-year-old? Your parents were both home at the time—why don’t you go suspect them instead?”

Sarah panicked when she saw me glaring at them. “That’s right, Anton. Lena was home with us the whole time taking care of Anna. How could she possibly do such a thing?” “Then how do you explain this?” Anton was about to charge over and beat me up again. At that moment, the police finally stepped in to stop him. “Enough! Saving lives is what matters. Wasting time arguing isn’t worth it.” The officer’s words helped Anton calm down slightly, but he still glared at me with hatred. The police then motioned for me to use my phone to call the kidnappers again so they could track their location. But just then, something Sarah said suddenly put me on high alert. I thought to myself: “Where did she learn to say those things? Could she really be reborn too?” My heart skipped a beat. If Anna truly was reborn and had been confronting me for so long, wouldn’t she have noticed that I was reborn too? So who was really behind Anna’s lies? I paused briefly, then said firmly: “No need to make the call. I know where the kidnappers will arrange to meet me.” The police looked at me with confusion. To prevent Anton from losing control, I specifically asked the officers to go to a separate room where I told them the exact location. Initially, the police didn’t believe me, until my phone received a text message from the kidnappers with the transaction details. The location mentioned was exactly the same as what I had told them. Though shocked, the police had no choice but to temporarily follow my arrangements in order to rescue the victim as quickly as possible. I made a further request: deploy only a small police force at the designated location for the arrest, while strengthening vehicle checkpoints on the main roads leading to the hospital. The lead officer said: “This is too risky, too dangerous. I have to be responsible for the hostage and my team members.” “But what if these kidnappers are just ordinary people being used? The real mastermind might be waiting on the road to ambush us!” I said emotionally. “I don’t want to watch them die.” The officer sensed something unusual about me and eventually agreed to my request, but also made it clear that they would immediately adjust their strategy if the situation changed. Actually, I dared to make this suggestion for a reason. In my previous life, after the police successfully rescued Anna, interrogation revealed that the kidnappers were actually a group of college students looking for part-time work. They claimed someone had hired them to stage a kidnapping, not knowing it would be real. This time, I arrived at the location agreed upon with the kidnappers right on time with the ransom money. Just like in my previous life, the police operation went very smoothly, and Anna was safely rescued. Due to her severe injuries, Anna was immediately rushed to the hospital for treatment. Throughout the journey, I stayed by her side. She looked to be in terrible pain, with the wounds around both eye sockets already infected. She was only five years old, my most beloved daughter. Seeing her in this condition broke my heart. This time, I didn’t wait for her to speak first. Instead, I asked the question that had been weighing on my mind: “Anna, tell me, did Daddy tell you to do this?” However, the moment I finished speaking, Anna suddenly started screaming: “Ahhhhh, Mommy, please don’t kill me! I was wrong! I’ll never speak out of turn again!” While she was crying and shouting, she secretly slipped a watch into my hand. BANG! A thunderous crash erupted as a fully loaded truck came barreling toward us without warning. The vehicle Anna and I were in flipped over instantly. What was meant to happen had finally come to pass. I crawled out through the ambulance’s side window again, overwhelmed by intense dizziness that made me nauseous. I watched Anton, Elliot, and Sarah jump out of their police car and rush over to help. When Anna was pulled from the wreckage, she had completely lost consciousness and couldn’t say a word. Nearly half the ambulance had been crushed, and one paramedic died on the spot. Police dragged the truck driver, Russell Hart, from his seat and quickly restrained him. “My Anna!” While I stood there in a daze, Anton’s anguished cry pierced my ears. I turned to see him holding Anna’s lifeless body, sobbing in despair. His pain was real and profound—definitely not an act. Sarah screamed, “It’s you! You killed my granddaughter! I heard it—she begged you not to kill her!” “Give me back my granddaughter, give her back…” Sarah ran over and slapped me hard across the face, then collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. The pain helped clear my head slightly. I stared at Russell, struggling to accept what I was seeing. I mumbled, “No, impossible. How could Anna be dead? She was supposed to be saved.” “What went wrong? What the hell went wrong?” The outcome had changed, but I had too many questions. Before I could figure it out, Anton suddenly pulled out a knife and lunged at me. Caught off guard, I was stabbed multiple times. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear me apart alive. He roared, “Why? Why did you kidnap Anna? Wasn’t beating her enough for you?” “She’s just a child! Even if she knew about your business, so what? Why did you have to kill her to keep her quiet? You monster! You don’t deserve to be her mother, you don’t deserve…” Anton kept saying things I couldn’t understand. I wanted to ask what he meant, but suddenly my body felt weightless. I collapsed. Anton was also subdued by arriving officers. The crash scene descended into chaos. I had so many unanswered questions, but there was no one left to provide answers. At my hospital bedside, a lawyer said, “Ms. Reed, your daughter is dead, and police are investigating whether you’re involved in her murder.” “This is something your husband asked me to give you. Please review it.” He handed me a document: “This divorce agreement has already been signed by Mr. Lewis. He asked me to tell you he’s willing to give you all the family assets.” “However, he will also file a lawsuit against you, charging you with murdering your own daughter. We’ll notify you separately about the court date.” The lawyer left after speaking. I stared at the divorce papers in my hands, gripping them tightly. “Why me?” I whispered to myself. Though this life was different from the last, the result was the same. I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong or where things had gone off track. I’d suspected Anton, but judging by his current behavior, he seemed to have no reason to manipulate Anna into doing those things. So why had Anna become like that, constantly saying I would hurt her? What could a five-year-old child have experienced to make her act that way? After thinking long and hard, I suddenly remembered what Anton had said when he stabbed me. He must know some truth I didn’t. But given the current situation, there was no way he’d communicate with me calmly. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. After being discharged, I went straight to the police station. Since my case was still under investigation, I was a key person of interest. After hearing my request, the police agreed to let me see Anna’s body in the morgue, but with time restrictions. When I saw the dark purple bruises covering Anna’s body, I froze completely. The medical examiner told me these marks could only result from prolonged, severe abuse. He also said, “And her injuries show old wounds that hadn’t healed before new ones were added. If you didn’t hurt Anna, then someone else definitely did.” The police also told me Russell wasn’t a suspect—the accident was caused by vehicle malfunction. Combined with Anna’s statements before her death, all evidence seemed to point to me again. The officer continued, “However, we discovered your daughter was missing something. Your husband said it was a digital watch. Have you seen it?” His words hit me like thunder. I didn’t immediately turn over the watch, instead pretending ignorance and quickly leaving the station. Only after confirming I was safe did I open the watch. A memo popped up on the tiny screen. As I read those lines of text, tears instantly streamed down my face. I finally understood why Anna had become the way she was.

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I, Rylee Grant, was reborn back to Christmas 1975. At that time, I was only three months pregnant. I told no one and quietly had an abortion. But from then on, I still wrapped my belly with padding every day, pretending to still be pregnant. This was because in my previous life, my husband Wyatt Courtland’s first love Grace Wilson and I gave birth on the same day. She successfully delivered a healthy baby boy, while I gave birth to a mixed-race child. Wyatt flew into a rage and publicly denounced me as a slut, saying I had an unspeakable relationship with a foreigner. I desperately tried to explain, crying repeatedly that the child wasn’t mine, but no one believed me. Not only that, he also took the initiative to report me, turning in several foreign letters he found in our home. I was taken away by the FBI and sentenced to prison on espionage charges. I was sentenced to ten years in prison. When I was released, I was nothing but skin and bones. Wyatt, however, was promoted for his merit in reporting me. That day, he held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My son also looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” The moment I learned the truth, I was so angry I coughed up blood and died. Now that I’m living again, I want to see what they can use to scheme against me this time without a child! ***** Returning to the Courtland house from the hospital, I ran straight into Wyatt helping Grace prepare to go out. Fortunately, I had wrapped my belly with padding beforehand to conceal the truth, so they didn’t notice anything unusual. Grace smiled and said: “Rylee, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Wyatt, and he said he’d take me to the hospital for a checkup. Look at him, making such a big fuss over a small matter. He’s so responsible – when you have your baby, he’ll definitely be a good father too.” If it were before, I really would have fantasized about raising children with Wyatt because of her few words. But after being reborn, I realized how ridiculous I had been, actually believing that Grace and Wyatt genuinely cared about me. Their eyes fell on my belly without a trace of concern, only naked greed and calculation. In my previous life, I never noticed that Wyatt, my husband, cared far more about Grace than me. Even when we went into labor on the same day, I was still foolishly thinking how coincidental it was, and if the children happened to be a boy and a girl, we could arrange their engagement in advance. After the children were born, Wyatt rushed into the hospital room holding a swaddled baby and slapped me hard across the face without a word. He said I had betrayed him and actually had relations with a foreigner. I couldn’t believe it, but I still took the child and looked – it was indeed a mixed-race baby. Wyatt demanded a divorce from me in front of everyone at the hospital, and no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. He even reported me to the FBI for allegedly colluding with foreigners and suspected of selling state secrets, attaching so-called “evidence” he had found in the study – letters of my correspondence with foreigners. I instantly became a despised spy, arrested and sent to prison before my body had recovered, sentenced to ten years. I suffered endless torture in prison. Finally, on the day of my release, Wyatt embraced Grace and told me the truth, and I realized it had all been a scheme they had orchestrated together. Wyatt held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My biological son looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” Already weakened by my imprisonment, I was literally killed by their shameless behavior. Thinking of my miserable end in my previous life, while Wyatt climbed higher by stepping on me and lived sweetly with Grace, the hatred in my heart almost burst through my chest. “A good father? That’s not necessarily true.” I smiled coldly, my tone sarcastic. “I said I had a cold and needed to go to the hospital, but Wyatt didn’t care about me either. It seems his concern for you is indeed much more than for me.” Wyatt’s expression changed slightly, and he forced himself to remain calm as he explained: “Don’t misunderstand, Rylee. You used to be a soldier with good physical condition. Grace is different – she’s been frail since childhood. Moreover, her parents were both martyrs and are no longer in this world. Now she’s alone with her husband not by her side, so naturally I, as her brother, should take extra care of her.” He spoke so righteously, as if he truly had no selfish motives. Before leaving with Grace, Wyatt turned back to add: “If you’re not feeling well, just rest in bed. Oh, and don’t take cold medicine carelessly – it could affect the baby.” The first half was insignificant; the second half was his real point. Noticing his gaze fall on my belly again, I casually brushed him off with a few words, then turned and went upstairs, taking out cold medicine and swallowing it directly. What a joke! That ungrateful child was already gone – what could possibly be affected?

That very evening, I used my pregnancy discomfort as an excuse to demand separate bedrooms from Wyatt. Wyatt was initially reluctant to agree. Grace convinced him, saying that letting me, a pregnant woman with physical limitations, rest properly would benefit the baby’s development. Only then did he reluctantly consent. He said, “Grace is right. If sleeping separately is good for the baby, then we’ll sleep separately. But Rylee, you must take care of your health. If anything seems wrong with the baby, call me immediately.” If I hadn’t already known he was only worried about something happening to my child—leaving no one to take the blame for Grace—I might have actually believed he cared about me. Unfortunately, it was all just an illusion. I lowered my eyes, hiding the hatred within them, and nodded gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take good care of the baby.” Hearing this, Wyatt felt much more at ease. He knew me well and understood that I always kept my word. When we first met through a mutual colleague’s introduction, I fell for him at first sight. Learning he was a traditional man, I had even promised that if I could marry him, I would focus on our family. After our marriage, I indeed applied to suspend all my work commitments. Therefore, even though my former military rank was slightly higher than Wyatt’s, he remained convinced that I was deeply in love with him, even certain that he had me completely under his control. Over the following period, I pretended to know nothing while quietly watching his undisguised favoritism toward Grace. Military work was indeed demanding, but whenever he had the slightest free time, he would accompany Grace to her prenatal appointments. The hospital staff had long since assumed Wyatt was Grace’s husband. When the doctor mentioned that “the baby’s mother is a bit underweight,” Wyatt immediately bought plenty of meat, cooking nutritious meals for Grace every day. Of course, since Grace suffered from severe morning sickness, most of that meat ended up in my mouth instead. Her health didn’t improve much, but I became considerably more robust, feeling much more energetic during my morning physical training. Wyatt was somewhat displeased about this, but couldn’t say much. After all, I was his wife in name. What husband buys meat that his wife can’t eat? Perhaps seeing Wyatt and Grace growing too close, many neighbors came to warn me. “Rylee, I know you’re easygoing, but you can’t be indifferent to everything. Wyatt is young and promising—you need to be careful not to let another woman steal him away.” I simply smiled and thanked them for their concern. Right now, I couldn’t be happier that Wyatt was putting all his attention on Grace. Otherwise, if he had touched my belly even once or suddenly decided to accompany me to a prenatal appointment, he would have discovered there was no baby in my stomach at all. The belly that now appeared similar to Grace’s was actually the result of my daily observations of her changing figure, constantly adjusting padding to create the effect. Wyatt didn’t disappoint me. Right up until the due date, he never noticed anything unusual, only growing anxious about my belly showing no signs of labor. Grace had been experiencing frequent contractions lately and could give birth at any moment. The doctor advised her to stay at the hospital, but fearing complications, she insisted on returning home, watching my belly obsessively every day. After two more days, Grace couldn’t wait any longer. She cried that she was in pain, and Wyatt immediately brought a plate of drugged lobster bisque and knocked on my door. He said, “Rylee, this is lobster bisque my mom sent over. Try some quickly—get some nutrition.”

I glanced at the lobster bisque—only broth remained in the plate. The so-called lobster meat had probably been sent to Grace long ago. I took the plate of lobster bisque, and under Wyatt’s expectant gaze, I simply set it aside. Sure enough, Wyatt immediately lost his composure. He couldn’t help but say, “Mom made this soup herself. If you wait any longer, it’ll get cold and won’t taste good. Try it quickly—don’t waste her kind gesture.” “She has kind gestures for me?” I almost laughed out loud, my tone dripping with sarcasm. Wyatt’s mother, Hayley Courtland, had always despised me for not being gentle and considerate enough. She thought I wasn’t the type who could keep a household running smoothly. She looked down on my ordinary background—my parents were from the countryside. Compared to Grace, a war hero’s descendant, I naturally fell far short. Her favorite line was: “Sigh, why didn’t I set up Grace and Wyatt back then? I adore Grace so much more than that cold Rylee.” After we both got pregnant, she only had eyes for Grace. Whatever good things the family had, she gave them all to Grace. My turn never came. Wyatt knew all of this. Remembering Hayley’s attitude toward me, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes. But quickly, he found an excuse: “Rylee, Mom just has a tough exterior but a soft heart. She’s actually very kind. How could she possibly not care about our child? She made this soup with her own hands. Just don’t hold it against her, okay? She’s my mother!” I said nothing more, as if convinced by his words, and picked up the plate of soup, draining it in one go. Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and contentedly took away the empty plate. I knew that plate of soup definitely contained labor-inducing drugs. Before long, I pretended the medication was taking effect, clutching my stomach and crying out in pain: “Oh no, my stomach hurts so much! Am I going into labor? Wyatt, get me to the hospital quickly!” Wyatt and Grace exchanged glances, barely containing their excitement. Grace immediately pressed her hands to her stomach too: “Wyatt, I think I’m going into labor too!” “Perfect, Grace is going into labor too! I’ll take you both to the hospital right now!” Wyatt eagerly ran to a neighbor’s house to borrow a car, then drove Grace and me to the hospital. Just as we arrived at the hospital, Grace’s pants were already soaked, and she was crying pitifully: “It hurts so much… Wyatt, am I going to die?” He tenderly picked her up, only throwing me a single line: “Grace’s situation is more urgent. I’ll take her first—figure it out yourself!” I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure and leisurely walked into the private delivery room I had arranged in advance. Standing in the room was the very doctor Wyatt had paid off. What he didn’t know was that a few days ago, I had already renegotiated terms with this doctor, offering him a higher price to work for me instead. I lay on the hospital bed for several hours, finally waiting for Wyatt’s arrival. Wyatt was carrying a baby blanket. Seeing me lying with my eyes closed as if asleep, he tiptoed in, heading straight for the “child” placed beside me. He carefully set the blanket by the bed. Before he could get a good look at “our” child, I called out to him: “Wyatt, what are you doing?” Caught off guard by my voice, Wyatt was so startled he nearly dropped the bundle in his arms. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, securing the child and forcing a weak smile in my direction. “I wasn’t doing anything. Look, Grace has already given birth. I just wanted to come see you and our child.” At that moment, Grace’s baby in his arms seemed to sense the change in environment and suddenly burst into loud cries. Wyatt’s eyes flickered as he pulled back the swaddling cloth. With just one glance, his expression changed drastically, fury blazing in his eyes. “Rylee, is this really your biological child? You actually had an affair?” This angry outburst caught the attention of all the patients and families in the ward. People crowded around, wanting to see what was happening. The Courtland family, who had just received the news and rushed over, pushed to the front. Hayley immediately spotted the mixed-race child. She shrieked, “Rylee, you shameless woman! My son Wyatt is accomplished and handsome. When you two got married, we prepared so many wedding gifts for you. How have we ever wronged you? You actually had an affair with a foreigner and gave birth to his child. You’re absolutely shameless!” She collapsed to the floor, wailing and crying, saying she wanted to drag me out and beat me to death. Her performance won the sympathy of the onlookers, who joined in condemning me. In the chaos, Grace also struggled out on her weak legs. Seeing the situation before her, a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes, but she covered her mouth and feigned surprise, saying, “Oh my, Rylee, you actually had an affair and had someone else’s child? No wonder when I was at home, I always saw you writing in characters I couldn’t understand…” After saying this, she put on an act of looking at me with some remorse, as if she was afraid. She said, “I’m sorry, Rylee. This was your secret. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Wyatt immediately shielded her behind him and righteously scolded me: “Rylee, I never imagined you were this kind of person, actually corresponding with foreigners? Did you leak military intelligence from my unit? You were once a soldier too—don’t you know this information can’t be shared? Even if you’re my wife, I absolutely won’t cover for you! Mom, Dad, contact the FBI immediately and tell them we’ve discovered a spy!” Hearing the word “spy,” everyone’s gaze toward me filled with hatred. “Traitor, bitch! Lock her up in prison!” “She’s shameless! Mr. Courtland did the right thing reporting her. She doesn’t deserve such a good man!” “Stone her! Let’s see if she dares to be a spy again!” In this sensitive era, emotions ran high, and the crowd was furious, ready to beat me to death on the spot. Someone threw a precious egg they normally couldn’t bear to eat, hitting my bedside and splattering yolk on my face. Seeing my disheveled state, Grace hid behind the crowd and smirked. But when our eyes met for an instant, her heart trembled and her smile froze. In her imagination, I should have been frantically trying to defend myself. But I just stared at her coldly, as if I could see through all her pretenses and schemes. Grace felt a wave of unease. Her gaze fell on the baby in Wyatt’s arms, and she suddenly froze. This baby seemed to have barely cried from the beginning. Just as she was about to pull Wyatt aside to say something, commotion came from outside. “We’re with the FBI. Please step aside, everyone!”

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My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

I’m drop-dead gorgeous, but let’s be real, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders upstairs. So, I get dragged into the palace to be a royal concubine. This one senator starts ranting: “Your Majesty, she’s a femme fatale…” I lift my veil, give him a look, and the guy just freezes. “She’s a femme fatale…whoa! Like, what a smokeshow. I propose we make her queen! They say beauty comes from within, and someone this stunning has gotta have a good heart, right?!?” Then there’s this other concubine, Susie, always doing the fake-nice act, like a total Karen. It got on my nerves, so one day, I just shoved her into the koi pond. Her brother, a hotshot army dude, storms into the palace, sword drawn, and glares at me. “You pushed my sister? Let me tell you, you…” I turned around, and the guy just stammered, his ears turning pink, voice going all high-pitched: “If…if you like pushing people, you… you can push me, too.”

Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves’ disease?” When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?” My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me. I went back to the dorm and confronted her about it. She just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know depression isn’t contagious?” she snapped. The other roommates said she didn’t mean any harm, told me to chill out. Then, behind my back, they started spreading nasty rumors about me. My depression got worse, and one night, I climbed onto the roof and jumped. Then I woke up, and suddenly, I was done being a punching bag. Instead of obsessing about what’s wrong with me, I was gonna go full-on crazy and mess with everyone!

A prime-time reality dating show was launched, promising participants a substantial cash prize if they successfully paired up, got married, and had children. In my previous life, I participated in this show with my adopted sister to win the five million dollar prize. I ended up pairing with Ethan Walker and we got married. But after marriage, we couldn’t conceive. Ethan was convinced I was infertile, so he not only cheated on me but also became violent, ultimately torturing me to death. Meanwhile, my adopted sister paired with another male contestant, got married, and gave birth to twins within a Christmas, winning the ten million dollar prize. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the scene where the male contestants made their final choice. At this moment, Ethan unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for my adopted sister. I understood—he had been reborn too. But he seemed to have forgotten that in our previous life, he was diagnosed with azoospermia by countless hospitals and could never have children of his own. ***** “Now, we’ve reached the moment everyone’s been waiting for—our two male contestants will choose their lifelong partners!” Host Emma Cole stood center stage, announcing with a radiant smile. The audience waved their glow sticks to the beat, and cheers echoed throughout the venue. The spotlight hit my face directly, so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds around me, the stage setup—every second felt so familiar. I immediately realized I had been reborn! I was back at the “Love & Family” filming site. This show was a new prime-time reality marriage documentary that became a ratings champion from its debut. Contestants who successfully paired up and registered their marriage under the show’s supervision would receive five million dollars if they had a child within three Christmas seasons. If they naturally conceived twins or multiples, the prize money would double. As soon as Emma finished speaking, Ethan kept staring at me. His gaze was cold and harsh, completely different from the gentle, considerate persona from my previous life. My father Jack Kindell, standing beside me, saw Ethan looking my way and smiled with satisfaction. Among all the male contestants, Ethan was his top choice. “Jane, even though this show is for matchmaking, we can’t treat it as a joke. I think Ethan is reliable in every aspect. If I were to entrust you to him, I wouldn’t worry at all.” Father spoke with certainty, as if he was convinced that Ethan would choose me without hesitation, just like in the previous life. Truth be told, Jack had good judgment. Since the show began, Ethan and I had formed the “Perfect Match” couple that was beloved by audiences. Our on-camera interactions were natural, and our romantic storyline progressed smoothly. But just as father finished speaking, the venue suddenly fell silent, as if all sound had been instantly drained away. Emma, holding her microphone, was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. Because Ethan had unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for Lynn Blackburn—my adopted sister—and then strode toward her with determined steps. Before anyone could react, he had already pulled out a diamond ring from his suit pocket and knelt on one knee in front of Lynn. His movements were swift and decisive, without a moment’s hesitation, instantly electrifying the entire venue. Lynn was so shocked her mouth fell open, completely unable to believe she had become the ultimate winner. Of course she knew that if it weren’t for the show’s forced “sisterly bond” narrative, she would have been eliminated in the first round. And Ethan, coming from an intellectual family, gentle and refined, would never choose an adopted daughter by any reasonable measure. But I knew perfectly well—Ethan had been reborn too. In my previous life, he had targeted my “America’s sweetheart” persona, riding the wave of our coupled publicity all the way. In the show’s final stages, he made a heartfelt confession and, witnessed by the entire internet, threw me a lavish, romantic wedding. Lynn, on the other hand, had ultimately paired with the quiet, steady Leon Gray. After marriage, Ethan and I did spend what seemed like a sweet period together. Though we got together for the show, I could feel that he genuinely cared for me at first. However, as time passed, my belly remained flat. My medical reports showed everything was normal, yet he publicly claimed on camera that I was the one who couldn’t conceive. After that, he grew increasingly cold toward me, cheated more frequently, and staying out all night became routine. When I discovered his affairs, he simply restricted my movements and often became violent with me. Eventually, the women he had toyed with couldn’t take it anymore and exposed all his misdeeds online. His image completely collapsed due to the scandal of abusing “America’s sweetheart,” instantly falling from A-list to rock bottom, becoming a public enemy. He took out all his resentment on me, even convinced that I had ruined everything for him. In the end, he lost control and beat me to death. The internet exploded too. Some even looked up my birth date and time, declaring I was a jinx destined to bring misfortune to others. Incredibly, people actually started sympathizing with Ethan, saying he was just unlucky to have married the wrong person. But only I knew that Ethan was nothing more than a hypocritical beast in a suit. This time, I would strip away his disguise piece by piece and expose his true nature.

Jack still hoped Ethan and I would end up together, so he tried to lighten the mood and help Ethan out of this awkward situation. “Ethan, this isn’t some surprise you three planned for the audience, is it? Everyone knows how much you like Jane…” Ethan shot me a cold, indifferent glance before immediately turning to Lynn, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Sorry, but the person I’ve always loved is Lynn. I’ve only just now fully realized my true feelings. In this lifetime, she’s the only one for me.” After he said this, Lynn was completely stunned. She instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock written all over her face. She’d always considered herself smart and beautiful, but as an adopted daughter, she was constantly compared to me by netizens online. On the surface, she acted like she didn’t care, but deep down, she’d been feeling wronged and resentful all along. Now, with Ethan publicly turning to propose to her, she finally got to taste what it felt like to be the center of attention. Those innocent big eyes of hers looked at me, but the corners couldn’t hide her smugness—like she’d finally won a hard-fought battle and could hold her head high. Ethan completely ignored the audience’s reaction, took her hand directly, slipped the ring onto her ring finger, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her right there in front of everyone. As for me, after being coldly rejected by Ethan, no one else at the show was willing to confess to me either. A week later, their wedding was ridiculously extravagant—they practically wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for Lynn. The media and audience praised her luck, saying she had a loving adoptive father in the first half of her life and married her ideal man in the second half—a life straight out of a romance novel. Jack even added her name to the family registry to let her marry in style, completely forgetting what he’d once told me personally: “You’ll always be the only precious daughter of the Kindell family.” Meanwhile, I went from being America’s sweetheart to the butt of everyone’s jokes—the “rejected loser” in their words. Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, the internet isn’t a place for reason. Online trolls started spreading rumors that I looked pure but was actually promiscuous. Otherwise, why would a good-looking, well-connected man choose an ordinary adopted daughter over me? I sat on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, reading those vicious comments, each one more brutal than the last. Within just a few minutes, the topic escalated. Some users made up stories about my chaotic private life, claiming Ethan caught me cheating, and tagged me as a sex addict, saying Ethan ran away because he couldn’t stand me. Reading this garbage made me furious. If it weren’t for Ethan and Lynn stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I swear I’d renounce the Kindell name! But even knowing all this, I couldn’t stop this tsunami-like online attack. In just over ten minutes, my image was completely destroyed. Now, forget about confessions—the production team probably wanted to edit me out entirely. On the day they returned home, Lynn looked exhausted but clearly satisfied. The red marks on her neck couldn’t be covered even with foundation—obvious traces from their wedding night. Ethan had one arm around her waist, his eyes lazily scanning over me. Lynn was quicker to react than anyone, her tone immediately turning sharp. “Jane, are you confused about the situation? Ethan is my husband now—stop crossing the line.” Seeing her upset, Ethan immediately lowered his head to comfort her. “Don’t mind her. Just looking at someone like her makes me sick.” Hearing this, Lynn’s smile reached the sky. “Right, I almost forgot—America’s former ‘sweetheart’ has been trampled into the mud. With your current reputation, it’d be hard to find any man willing to marry you, wouldn’t it? “I’d advise you to stop putting on airs and hurry up to find someone to settle down with. Even if it’s a cripple or a blind man, it’s better than being alone for the rest of your life. In your situation, what are you even being picky about?” I watched their little performance with cold eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you two really have the time to show off your love here, you’d be better off working harder on making babies. Don’t end up exhausting yourselves to death while your belly stays empty—that would be truly embarrassing.” Lynn’s face flushed red with anger at my words. She glanced at Ethan beside her and raised her voice. “Ethan and I are true love—our relationship is solid. Having children is just a matter of time. Who knows who’ll be embarrassed in the end.” She clung tightly to Ethan’s arm, looking completely confident, not noticing the hint of hesitation in Ethan’s eyes. I pretended to look a bit intimidated and turned my head away. Sure enough, the next second Ethan immediately pulled her down onto the couch with him. The two of them stuck together like conjoined twins, with Lynn hugging him while glancing at me with a smug smile, looking every bit the victor. Watching this made my fists clench so tight I thought they might explode—I really wanted to slap both of these jerks.

“Jane, don’t panic! Ethan isn’t the only guy who can get someone pregnant. If Lynn with her mediocre looks can find someone, why can’t you?” My usually quiet assistant Cynthia suddenly leaned over and whispered this, instantly giving me a moment of clarity. Right! If I could also find someone to marry and have kids with, wouldn’t those slanderous rumors about me fall apart on their own? If they end up childless while I have a house full of kids, that would be even more satisfying than getting revenge with my own hands. I met Cynthia on the street when I graduated from college. She had just been scammed out of her money and was standing on the corner crying her eyes out. I felt sorry for her and brought her home to work as my assistant. Though she hasn’t been with me long, she’s honest and kind-hearted, and I’ve always trusted her. I turned to look at her and couldn’t help giving her a thumbs up. “You’re absolutely right! How didn’t I think of that?” But Cynthia immediately burst my bubble: “You’re getting ahead of yourself… Is this something you can solve on your own? Even if you’re willing, you need someone willing to cooperate.” I playfully pinched her face, squishing her delicate features out of shape. “Maybe fate has already arranged everything, just waiting for me to seize the opportunity.” I clearly remembered that in my past life, tonight was when Leon suddenly fell ill on a small road and happened to be found by Lynn, who took him to the hospital. After that, they naturally got married. Although the show had ended, there was no rule against dating the male contestants afterward. That’s exactly the loophole Lynn exploited in her previous life to win the grand prize. If I were the one to save him this time, maybe Leon would become the key to my comeback. With this thought, my gaze immediately drifted toward the door. In her past life, Lynn described that chance encounter like a fairy tale romance, remembering every detail of the time, place, and conversation. Without hesitation, I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door. I was going to save someone, and though I had ulterior motives, it was still better than doing nothing. After all, all I wanted was his cooperation in having children—I wasn’t trying to kill him. I took a deep breath and silently encouraged myself. I remembered every bit of suffering from my past life crystal clear. Ethan was all talk and terrible at everything else, then blamed me in the end, claiming I was infertile. Unwilling to accept it, I dragged him to get tested, and it turned out he was the one with problems. Out of loyalty to our marriage, I not only kept his secret but was willing to stay with him even without the prize money. But he repaid my kindness with betrayal and ultimately destroyed me. In this life, as long as I could win over Leon, everything else would fall into place naturally. Lost in thought, I spotted Leon in a secluded alley, his face pale and steps unsteady. He was swaying as he walked, so I quietly followed him. When I saw him suddenly collapse, I immediately rushed over to help him up. His body was burning hot—clearly running a high fever. Without thinking twice, I supported him while trying to flag down a car to get to the hospital. But before I could get a taxi, Leon suddenly pulled me into his arms and swiftly brought me into a car parked nearby. Two buttons on my shirt popped off in the chaos. His gaze fell on my exposed shoulder, and his breathing instantly became heavy, his body temperature rising even more. My heart skipped a beat—this didn’t look like illness, but more like… a drug reaction. As I hesitated whether to run, Leon had already leaned down toward me, his breath so hot it gave me goosebumps all over my back. He held me tightly in his arms, and I couldn’t break free at all. “You’ve been following me all night. Want me to properly ‘thank’ you?” My mind went completely blank. What kind of provocative words were these? Just as I was about to protest, he suddenly touched a certain part of my body, sending a burning sensation through me. I muttered under my breath: “This situation is a bit beyond what I expected…”

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I’m known as the good guy at the hospital. When Patricia Adams was hospitalized after a car accident and came to me for help, as her attending physician, I often helped cover her medical expenses out of sympathy. She was very grateful to me, promising she’d get a job after discharge to pay me back. However, after her discharge, she didn’t repay the money. Instead, she pulled out an ultrasound report and told me she was pregnant with my husband Ethan Perez’s child. I was shocked because he had died in a car accident ten years ago. And from receiving his body to the cremation, I handled everything myself. What made it even more unbelievable was that after Patricia gave birth to the child, a paternity test proved the child was indeed Ethan’s. Then she took me to court. She accused me of using my position during her treatment to treat her as a breeding tool, injecting Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, causing her to become pregnant and bear his child. Once the incident was exposed, it caused a nationwide uproar. The hospital fired me, and netizens cursed me as a demon doctor. Eventually, I was cyberbullied to the point of jumping off a bridge to commit suicide. But even until my death, I couldn’t understand how Patricia became pregnant with Ethan’s child. After all, he had never frozen any sperm, and I had never done anything to her. When I woke up, I was reborn to the day before the incident happened. ***** Patricia walked quickly toward me. “Dr. Cooper, thank you. You’re really a good person. Once I’m discharged, I’ll get a job and earn money to pay you back.” As her voice rang out, my mind began to clear. I stared intently at Patricia. She looked moved and sincere, completely different from the woman who had aggressively confronted me with that ultrasound report. Only now did I realize I had returned to the day of Patricia’s discharge. And tomorrow would be the beginning of my life’s tragedy. Thinking of the overwhelming cyberbullying that would follow, my whole body trembled. Finally, I gritted my teeth and barely managed to say, “Take… take care of yourself.” Patricia thanked me again before leaving the ward with her bag. I noticed her slightly protruding abdomen and fell into deep thought. It’s hard for doctors to take time off, but I managed to get half a day off by claiming I wasn’t feeling well. Back home, I opened my social media account. It was a personal account created by the hospital’s publicity department, with some educational videos posted daily. I didn’t have many followers, just a few thousand. The comments were even fewer. I was just an ordinary doctor at an unremarkable hospital. But I knew that by this time tomorrow, my accounts on all platforms would be caught in an endless tornado of cyberbullying. Moreover, even the comments under the hospital’s official account would be filled with abuse and curses directed at me. “What a shameless doctor! Did a dog eat your conscience?” “You can’t have children so you harm young girls. You’re simply a demon!” “You deserve to die! I hope you get hit by a car the moment you step outside.” “You’re a disgrace to the medical profession. Why don’t you just die?” When I saw these comments back then, my heart sank. I felt depressed and gloomy. Thinking of this, I deleted all my videos. Since this account was registered by the hospital, I couldn’t deactivate it. Although I knew this wouldn’t help much, at least I wouldn’t wake up to see thousands of curses. I leaned back on the sofa, carefully thinking through every detail of what happened in my previous life. Then I desperately realized that this situation was almost unsolvable. Patricia would still come to the hospital tomorrow and throw that ultrasound report in my face. I would still be attacked by everyone. But I didn’t understand why she would be pregnant with Ethan’s child. He had clearly died 10 years ago!

I thought to myself: “Could it be that even with a second chance at life, I’d have to go through the same ordeal again?” I absolutely refused to accept this! I paced back and forth in the living room, from dawn until dusk. Every time I thought of Patricia, I was filled with rage. She had been hospitalized for fractures from a car accident, and I was her attending physician. Patricia was very young and sweet-talking. Her warmth toward me was just a disguise to deceive me. She claimed her family was poor and that she had no money as a recent graduate. So I paid her hospital bills. It was precisely these acts of kindness that made her think I was weak and easy to manipulate. Ethan had been dead for 10 years—there was no way Patricia could be pregnant with his child. I thought she had developed a mental illness and even wanted to refer her to a psychiatrist I knew. But I never expected that Patricia would report me to the hospital the very next day. She claimed that during her hospitalization, I had implanted Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, using her as a breeding tool. She even forged chat records of me threatening her and had a well-known blogger expose me. It wasn’t until the police showed up at my door that I realized how serious the situation was. I considered myself upright and kind. Even at the police station, I showed no fear whatsoever. But Patricia insisted that the child in her womb was Ethan’s. Moreover, she was determined to carry the baby to term and have a paternity test done. I thought she had truly lost her mind. To prove my innocence, I handed over a lock of Ethan’s hair that he had left behind to the police. But what I never expected was that after Patricia gave birth, the police conducted a paternity test that proved her child was indeed Ethan’s! The moment I learned the results, I was completely stunned. An invisible net had trapped me tight, and no matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. The concrete evidence made my protests seem pale and powerless. The police came to the hospital and handcuffed me in front of everyone, dragging me into the police car. The “demon doctor” incident caused a sensation across the internet. Patricia took me to court. In the end, she proposed a settlement, but her condition was that I had to give her all my assets—my house, car, and money. In desperation, I agreed to her terms. As Patricia left the courthouse, she told everyone: “I believe in the law. I believe justice will ultimately triumph over evil!” I left New York and moved to a small county town, where I opened a small clinic. Just when I thought my life was starting over, online harassment followed. Those so-called righteous netizens threw feces and garbage at my clinic every day. Whenever patients came to the clinic, they would stand at the entrance with banners, denouncing me as the demon doctor. I lived every day in anxiety and fear. Meanwhile, Patricia made a fortune by exploiting her tragic story and her child, plus live-streaming to sell products. “Everyone, I will live well with my child. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” Watching Patricia’s strong mother persona during her live streams completely shattered my mental state. On a rainy night, I chose to drown myself in the river. Recalling the bone-chilling river water and the agony of suffocation, I couldn’t help but shudder. If things still couldn’t be reversed, then what I could do now was minimize the damage to myself. I turned to look at Ethan’s portrait on the wall. Then I called my high school classmate Jacob Foster, who worked as a private investigator. I asked him to help me investigate Patricia’s background. Whatever she had done would surely leave traces. After preparing everything, I burned that lock of Ethan’s hair in one swift motion.

The house felt empty at night, with only the sound of my breathing echoing in the silence. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I stayed awake until dawn broke. In the morning, I hastily splashed water on my face. Just as I was about to have breakfast, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw a message from Patricia. [Dr. Cooper, I’m feeling a bit unwell today. Do you think I need to go to the hospital?] Seeing this text, I suddenly recalled scenes from my past life. Patricia had also taken the initiative to text me like this, then said a bunch of nonsensical things. Later, she used these chat records to paint me as a vicious demon doctor. My fingers trembled slightly on the phone screen. After thinking for two minutes, I replied: [You can, but I took the day off today and I’m not at the hospital. You should see another doctor.] [Oh, I see. Then never mind. You know my condition best. I’ll wait until you have time. If another doctor examines me, you wouldn’t feel at ease either.] I frowned and bit my lip hard. Every sentence, every word from Patricia was a trap! In my past life, I just thought she was talking nonsense and foolishly went along with her replies. I never imagined she would later use those chat records to frame me. I typed back: “We’re a first-class hospital. You just have a broken arm – any doctor can handle it. You should trust their professional skills.” The chat window kept showing “typing…” at the top. It seemed Patricia was also thinking of a strategy. [Right, right, you’re absolutely correct. I’m so sorry. Dr. Cooper, my job search might have to be delayed for a few days.] [You’ve helped me so much, and I should repay you. But I’m pregnant now and it’s inconvenient to move around, making job hunting quite difficult.] Reading this, rage burned in my heart! In my past life, I pitied her. When she said job hunting was inconvenient, I immediately transferred her $5,000 to let her rest for a month. But my kindness was interpreted by netizens as: I knew she was carrying Ethan’s child and transferred money out of guilt. I continued typing: [I paid your hospital bills out of sympathy, but I’m not financially well-off either. I hope you’ll pay me back promptly after finding a job.] After sending that, she never replied again. I sat at the dining table and slowly exhaled. I had finally changed something. In this lifetime, I would never live so miserably again. After breakfast, I still went to the hospital. Sitting in the consultation room, I calmly treated patients. Since Patricia knew I wasn’t at the hospital today, she wouldn’t come looking for me this afternoon. At least today, that ultrasound report wouldn’t appear in front of me. During lunch in the cafeteria, my phone vibrated on the table. It was actually a message from Jacob! I thought to myself: “He’s that efficient?” [Olivia, check your email. I hacked into Patricia’s computer, and there’s some very interesting stuff inside.] I quickly finished eating, hastily wiped my mouth, and rushed to my office. Jacob sent me a compressed file. After opening it, there were photos, videos, and some of Patricia’s personal information. I put on my headphones and opened the files. The video Jacob sent was footage from a home security camera. In the video, a man stood with his back to the camera, holding a wooden stick. Patricia stood in front of him, pale-faced but resolute. “Come on, I can take it.” The man’s voice was deep: “Don’t worry. Once our plan succeeds, everything that belongs to Olivia – the money and the house – will be ours. Then I’ll give you a good life.” My mind went blank. That voice sounded so familiar! Patricia closed her eyes tightly, her hands protectively covering her belly, her voice trembling: “That’s right! I’m already pregnant. Once the paternity test is done, she won’t be able to refute it. We’re about to succeed.” The next second, the man suddenly swung the wooden stick and struck Patricia’s arm directly. She screamed in agony as her arm immediately bent at a grotesque angle. The man quickly stepped forward to support Patricia. In the footage, his face was vaguely visible. I stared in shock, my face almost pressed against the computer screen. He looked exactly like Ethan!

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My daughter Nicole Phillips is having an affair with a man named Bryce Clark. She came to me in tears, begging me to help cover for her. Her fiancé Percival Harrington is from a wealthy family. If he discovers her affair, he’ll never let her off the hook. Nicole coaxed me into hiding Bryce in my closet. But the ones who burst through the door were my husband Ross Phillips and his relatives. I was branded a slut, stripped and photographed in humiliation. I begged Nicole to clear my name, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” Unwilling to accept the divorce, I tried to explain to Ross. But instead, I overheard Nicole’s sweet laughter. “Dad, your plan worked perfectly. Mom got nothing in the divorce. Tomorrow, we can bring Ashley into the house!” ***** A series of urgent knocks woke me up. “Mom! Open the door!” It was Nicole’s voice. When I opened the door, Nicole looked extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. “Mom, you have to save me this time! If Percival finds out, I’m dead!” Nicole’s hands gripped my arm like hot irons. A strange man I’d never seen before followed behind her. This was exactly the same as everything I’d experienced in my previous life. I looked at the calendar on the wall in disbelief. The date was the day before I was killed by a truck in my previous life. I had been reborn! In my previous life, Nicole came to me frantically, asking me to help hide her affair with Bryce. Percival was on his way to find her. He was the sole heir to Harrington Group. If he discovered the affair, Nicole’s reputation would be completely ruined, and she’d carry the stigma of being a slut for the rest of her life. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Nicole suggested hiding Bryce in my closet. I agreed without hesitation. However, minutes later, Ross and his relatives showed up instead. When he found Bryce hiding in the closet, he flew into a rage. His relatives swarmed me, calling me a slut and even stripping off my clothes to photograph and humiliate me. I cried and begged Nicole to prove my innocence, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” It wasn’t until that night that I learned this was all a trap set by Ross and Nicole! Their goal was to help his mistress Ashley Roberts marry him smoothly. In despair, I walked down the street and was killed by a truck that appeared out of nowhere. Now, I’ve been given a second chance at life. I swear I’ll make them pay!

“Mom, you’re the only one who can save me now. You have to help me!” Nicole was crying her eyes out, her face streaked with tears and her eyes red and swollen. Bryce stood behind her, looking uncomfortable and fidgety. I said coldly, “Whatever trouble you’ve gotten yourself into has nothing to do with me!” I started to close the door. “Mom, don’t be angry. I’m begging you. You can hit me, yell at me, but please help me!” Nicole rushed forward, gripping the door frame with both hands, sobbing pitifully. She knew I wouldn’t actually hit her, so she was putting on this act. After all, in over twenty years, I’d never laid a hand on her. I thought to myself: “You think I’m still the same pushover from my past life? Since you’ve come knocking on my door, don’t blame me for what happens next!” I released the door and gestured for them to come in. Nicole immediately stopped crying and threw her arms around me affectionately: “Mom, you’re still the best to me.” I pushed her away. As soon as we entered the living room, I slapped her hard across the face. Completely caught off guard, she fell heavily to the floor. “Today I’m going to teach you a proper lesson, so no one can say we don’t discipline our children!” Nicole was shocked and terrified. I grabbed a charging cable nearby and lashed out at her viciously. The cable whistled through the air, striking her exposed skin directly. With just one hit, bright red welts appeared on her skin. Nicole screamed in pain, writhing on the floor. “Shut up! How dare you scream! I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” I felt it wasn’t enough. I looked around and spotted a spiked massage roller. Perfect! I grabbed it and beat Nicole mercilessly. Her body was soon covered in bruises and marks. Bryce finally couldn’t stand it anymore and jumped between us. “Ma’am, this is all my fault. Nicole has nothing to do with it.” He only stepped in after I’d finished beating Nicole. Looks like she didn’t pay this actor enough. “Both of you, sit down.” I brought two cups of coffee from the kitchen and placed them in front of them. “Nicole, don’t be angry with me. I lost control just now.” Nicole forced a smile, though her eyes betrayed her fury: “I won’t be, Mom. As long as you help me, the beating was worth it.” I picked up a coffee cup and handed it to Nicole: “Drink up. You’ve sweated so much, you need to rehydrate.” After screaming so pitifully, she must be parched. She drained it in one gulp. Bryce also picked up his coffee and drank it down. “You’re my daughter. No matter what, I’ll help you.” “Come on, I’ll take you to my bedroom. He can hide in there.” Nicole said excitedly, “Really? Thank you, Mom!” I thought to myself: “My dear daughter, you’re thanking me too soon.”

“Open the door! Open it now, or I’ll kick it down!” “Today we’re going to settle this once and for all!” It was Ross. He’d finally arrived. The moment I opened the door, he rushed in impatiently. Right behind him came his pack of relatives, eager to watch the drama unfold. Ross demanded harshly, “Why did it take you so long to open the door? What shameful things are you doing behind my back?” What an actor! He could turn on the emotions at will. I sat quietly on the sofa. “Honey, what are you talking about? What could I possibly be doing? I’m just home alone having coffee.” “You’re lying! Alexis said she saw a man enter our house and never come back out!” Ross angrily grabbed the coffee cup from the table and smashed it on the floor. He really surprised me. Lying without even preparing his story first. “What kind of talk is that? We’ve been married all this time, and you won’t give me even a shred of trust?” Ross’s aunt Alexis Foster suddenly stepped forward. “You barren woman, what right do you have to argue with Ross?” “Exactly! A husband managing his wife is only natural!” Alexis suddenly pulled out her phone. “I need to record a video and post it in the family group chat so everyone can see your true face!” With his relatives’ support, Ross straightened his back even more. “You say you’re home alone. Do you dare let me search?” Ross stared directly into my eyes, his gaze full of confident certainty of victory. For a moment, I suddenly avoided his gaze, my earlier composure completely gone. “Honey, this is our private matter. Let’s not discuss it in front of so many people, okay?” I tugged at Ross’s sleeve pleadingly. He shook off my hand with a mocking expression. “We’re all family here, they’re not outsiders! Stop wasting time! “Or do you have secrets you don’t dare let everyone know?” I nervously swallowed. “No. I’m just thinking of your reputation.” “Cut the crap! Abigail, I know exactly what kind of person you are. You act all innocent on the surface, but deep down you’re just a promiscuous woman!” Since playing weak wasn’t working, I immediately switched tactics. “Ross, I’m warning you—if you insist on searching the house today, then we’re getting divorced!” Seeing me so panicked that I’d even threaten divorce, Ross couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine! Let’s get divorced! Today, I’m definitely searching this house!” Then Ross headed toward my bedroom. I rushed over and blocked the bedroom door with my body. Ross said quietly, “Abigail, it’s all exposed now. Do you still want to struggle?” “She actually dared to cheat! Ross, divorce her and leave her with nothing!” “You’re right! In our village, cheating women get beaten to death with sticks. We can’t let her off easy later!” “Exactly! We should teach her a lesson. She has no shame!” Ross’s relatives kept hurling malicious insults at me. “Are you buying time for your lover in the bedroom? You woman!” Hearing Ross humiliate me like this, I didn’t get angry—I laughed instead. “Ross, do you dare make a bet with me?” “What bet?” “Let’s bet on whether there’s my lover inside. If there is, I’ll leave with nothing. But if there isn’t, you’ll transfer all your assets to my name.” Ross laughed contemptuously. “Abigail, you’re still trying to scare me with these despicable tricks.” Ignoring his mockery, I asked, “Ross, do you dare bet?” “Ross, you have nothing to fear! She’s so guilty, so her lover must be hiding inside!” “Bet with her! Leave her with nothing! Let her experience life without money. Let’s see if she still dares look down on others!” “We already know the truth, but this woman still dares to be so arrogant!” Ross put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently. “Fine! I’ll bet with you!” As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the blanket on the bed was lumpy and bulging. Obviously, someone was hiding underneath. He pointed at the blanket. “Abigail, you’ve been stalling all this time. Is this how you hide your lover? “And you still dare threaten to leave me with nothing?” Ross’s aunt Kayla Phillips directly pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and started hitting me with both hands. “You actually dared to cheat! You have no shame! I’m going to beat you to death today!” “Don’t just stand there! Strip her clothes off. She’s so shameless. She actually dared to cheat!” Ross’s relatives swarmed over me, countless hands tearing at my clothes while he watched it all with a mocking smile. “What evidence do you have that I cheated?” “Abigail, you’re so stubborn. Fine, I’ll show you the lover you’re hiding here!” Ross yanked off the blanket, and the smile on his face instantly turned to disbelief, then to complete rage. “This… how could this…” Lying on the bed were Nicole and Bryce. And beside them, Ashley was clutching Bryce’s ankle and gnawing on it wildly. She was Ross’s mistress! Seeing this chaotic scene, Kayla was stunned. “Ross, Nicole is actually with two people! This is too wild.”

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After marrying Ben, my childhood friend, it was like we were still strangers. Our interactions were mostly limited to the nightly routine, a perfunctory exercise. He was so reserved that even when I brought up divorce, he only paused, then pushed himself up from the bed. “Alright,” he said, like he was acknowledging a memo. “I don’t want the kid either,” I told him. “He’ll be your responsibility.” “No problem,” he replied, his voice flat. I pushed further, “Thanks for the last few years. It’s been rough, I know.” My belongings were minimal, all packed in one suitcase. Before walking out the door, I glanced back. Ben, bare-chested with fading scratch marks on his back, stood silently on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.