In my previous life, I used the child in my womb to force the nearly bankrupt Ethan Johnson into marrying me. On our wedding day, his first love Jasmine Cowell left behind a suicide note and jumped into the sea. In her note, Jasmine wrote: “True love can never triumph over power and influence. I admit defeat.” After learning this news, Ethan remained unmoved. He even smiled as he completed our wedding ceremony. However, six months after our marriage, on the anniversary of Jasmine’s death, Ethan took me and our three-year-old son Jasper Johnson diving. Three hundred feet underwater, he personally removed our oxygen tubes. Both Jasper and I drowned. After our deaths, I watched as Ethan placed my corpse before Jasmine’s grave as an offering of atonement. “Jasmine, I’ve already avenged you. Will you be happy in heaven?” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night I used my pregnancy to force him into marriage. ***** At midnight, Ethan came through the door shivering from the cold. Having just awakened from the agony of death, I looked at him with eyes full of terror and hatred. Ethan froze slightly, a flash of bewilderment crossing his deep eyes before it transformed into disdain. He ignored the table full of dishes that had long grown cold, standing before me with nothing but venom in his gaze. “You can throw your tantrums at me! Jasmine wasn’t as vicious as you, nor as scheming. What’s wrong with her loving music? Why did you have to target her?” His accusations caught me completely off guard. After a moment of confusion, I remembered that Jasmine Cowell had also come running back in tears at this same time in my previous life. She had accused me of using my family’s influence to pressure the school, causing her expulsion, all so I could marry Ethan. However, the truth was that during her time at school, she had been obsessed with parties and socializing with the wealthy elite, frequently skipping classes. She had even fallen asleep during an important recital. Then the school administration advised her to withdraw. Jasmine was simply afraid of Ethan learning the truth. After all, coming from a poor background, her study abroad expenses were entirely funded by Ethan’s family. Between her and me, Ethan would always believe only her. With this in mind, I laughed coldly and retorted: “With my family’s power, I could easily have her expelled. Would I really need to go through all this trouble?” This was the first time I had ever argued back, and Ethan’s expression grew even darker. He turned to leave but suddenly caught sight of the pregnancy test report on the table. I instantly felt extremely nervous, thinking: “I forgot to put it away!” “So that’s how it is.” Ethan picked up the report and smiled mockingly: “You’ve found a new trick to force me into marriage? Nicole, do you think you can control me with a child?” As if remembering something amusing, a flash of coldness crossed his eyes as he said word by word: “I despise you to the extreme. Why would I care about your child?” Even though I had long known of his heartless nature, his words still pierced my heart like knives, causing excruciating pain. The image of Jasper’s tragic death in my previous life appeared before my eyes like a nightmare. I snatched the pregnancy report from him and tore it to pieces without hesitation. “Since you don’t want this child, I’ll give it up. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” I turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed my arm to stop me.

He frowned deeply, clearly not believing my words. “Nicole, do you even believe what you’re saying? All these years, you’ve been following me around like a dog, and I couldn’t shake you off. You even shamelessly crawled into my bed. Now that my family’s going bankrupt, your money-grubbing parents can’t wait to control me through marriage. And now you’re putting on this act, saying you want to give up?” His tone was full of contempt and disgust. I fought back the tears in my eyes. All I felt was regret. For ten years, I had given my heart to Ethan, but he wasn’t worth it at all. Seeing my silence, Ethan thought he had exposed my scheme, and his expression grew even colder. “Your whole family is nothing but disgusting opportunists!” I knew why he didn’t believe me—in my past life, I had indeed been pathetically desperate. I had even begged him to marry me and threatened that if he didn’t take responsibility for the child in my womb, I would expose the scandal and ensure his family could never recover. Under extreme humiliation, Ethan reluctantly agreed. But the price I paid was far more devastating than I had imagined. Three years after our marriage, he drove my parents to their deaths. My three-year-old son Jasper and I were drowned by his own hands. Living this life again, I would never repeat those mistakes. With this thought, I seized the moment when Ethan wasn’t paying attention and smashed his most treasured mug from the cabinet behind me. It was a cup Jasmine had given him, and he used it for coffee every day. Seeing the broken cup, Ethan flew into a rage: “Are you looking to die?” With that, Ethan grabbed my throat, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I was slammed hard against the wall, the sharp pain in my lower back radiating to my abdomen in waves of agony. At the same time, Ethan snarled in my ear through gritted teeth: “Nicole, the only woman I love is Jasmine! Even if you force me to marry you with this child, I will never love you!” Hearing this, I suddenly laughed coldly. I thought to myself: “He’s right. He’ll never love me.” I pushed Ethan away forcefully and pulled a pill from my pocket. After my full medical examination, I had asked the doctor for this medication. In my past life, I was so deeply infatuated with Ethan that I could never bring myself to take it. But now, all I felt for him was disgust and hatred. This child shouldn’t come into this world to suffer. “Ethan, I hope you and Jasmine will be happy. From now on, we owe each other nothing.” With those words, under his stunned gaze, I opened the pill bottle and swallowed the medication right in front of him. Afraid the dosage wouldn’t be enough, I consumed the entire bottle. Instantly, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen. Warm blood immediately flowed between my legs. The next second, everything went black, and I lost consciousness completely.

As drowsiness overtook me, painful memories from my past life flooded back like a tide. In my previous life, Ethan never lived with me again after our marriage. He bought a villa in the suburbs, where the walls were covered with Jasmine’s photos. Throughout my pregnancy, I remained completely alone. Even when I went into difficult labor, Ethan only made a brief appearance, looking utterly indifferent. When the nurse walked toward him with a bright smile, carrying baby Jasper in her arms, he pushed her away directly and said coldly, “Get away! How disgusting.” My parents were furious at my bedside, cursing him out, but Ethan just listened quietly without saying a word. Only after my parents had exhausted themselves did he smile wickedly and say, “Cherish these good times while they last. You don’t have much time left.” At that moment, I was too weak from excruciating pain to think deeply about his words. It wasn’t until a month later, when I saw my parents’ mangled bodies on the news after their fall from a building, that I understood. I finally realized Ethan had already driven our company to bankruptcy and even saddled it with hundreds of millions in debt. His condition for sparing me was that my parents had to die. He said, “You people drove the woman I loved most to her death, so now it’s time for your most beloved to taste the same fate.” I had considered ending it all. But looking at adorable Jasper in his crib, I ultimately gave up on that idea. I thought, “Well, I still have Jasper. He’s my last family member.” I endured everything to raise him, pretending not to know the truth about my parents’ death. I believed that no matter how vicious a person might be, they wouldn’t kill their own child. So I desperately tried to awaken Ethan’s love for Jasper. Jasper was such a good boy, his big eyes full of innocence. Every time Ethan appeared, Jasper would toddle after him, calling out softly, “Daddy, hold me!” When Ethan was in a good mood, he would occasionally give him a perfunctory hug. Back then, I was even naive enough to fantasize that even if Ethan wanted me dead someday, as long as he was good to Jasper, I would have no regrets. But I underestimated Jasmine’s importance in his heart. When Jasper was two years old, he had a high fever that wouldn’t break during Christmas, and the entire city was hit by torrential rain. I begged Ethan desperately to drive Jasper to the hospital, but he only said ruthlessly, “It wouldn’t matter if he died.” In that moment, I was completely devastated. I no longer hoped for his mercy toward Jasper. Jasper and I moved out of the mansion and began living a low-key life. Ethan’s tech company grew from prosperity to going public, while I spent my days taking Jasper to the park. Our life was peaceful and warm. I never imagined he ultimately had no intention of sparing Jasper and me. On Jasper’s third birthday, Ethan unexpectedly invited us to celebrate at the beach—the place Jasper most wanted to visit. Later, I looked down at Jasper in my arms, no longer struggling. As my consciousness gradually faded, a researcher on the other end of the phone excitedly told Ethan, “Mr. Johnson, the experiment was successful! Ms. Cowell has been revived!” I finally understood that Ethan had never loved us. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I think we might as well let each other go. The sobbing in my ears gradually became clearer. When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw my parents standing by the hospital bed. Filled with endless regret, I yanked out the IV needle from the back of my hand and threw myself into my mother’s arms, crying uncontrollably. “Dad, Mom, I don’t want to marry Ethan anymore!” My parents already knew what had happened and immediately agreed: “Of course you won’t!” Ethan’s mother Maria quickly tried to comfort me: “Nicole, don’t be so impulsive. Ethan is still too immature, but he’ll naturally mature after marrying you.” I glanced at her coldly. Ever since Ethan and I got engaged, my father Simon Sinclair had been constantly providing resources to the nearly bankrupt Johnson family. Maria had even sold her jewelry to fill the funding gap. Now she was not only spending our money but also wearing plenty of jewelry. That Hermès bag beside her was one we bought for fifty thousand dollars. What was even more ridiculous was that while I lay in the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, she was still wearing perfect makeup, as if she didn’t care about my condition at all. Memories from my past life suddenly flooded back. After my parents went bankrupt, when I went to her for help, she refused to answer the phone, claiming she was getting a beauty treatment. Looking back now, both Ethan and his mother were nothing but ungrateful, selfish people. I was no longer as polite as before and retorted mercilessly: “Ethan is almost thirty years old. Can he still use immaturity as an excuse?” Maria was instantly furious, but with my parents present, she held back her outburst. Just then, Ethan pushed through the door with Jasmine following behind him in a white dress. The moment she saw Jasmine, Maria’s face went pale. My father flew into a rage, pointing at Ethan and scolding: “Who gave you permission to come in? She’s the maid’s daughter who slandered my daughter!” Ethan immediately stepped in front of Jasmine, declaring righteously: “Jasmine is my true love. Mr. Simon, I never loved Nicole. That child was just an accident.” My mother, a university professor who was always elegant, was now trembling with anger. I quickly rubbed her back while stopping my father, who was about to explode. Then I said calmly: “You came at the perfect time. From today on, our two families are cutting all ties. I wish you eternal happiness and many children.” Maria certainly wasn’t willing to give up and frantically waved her hands. “How is this possible?” “Ms. Maria, why pretend to be innocent?” I interrupted her with a cold laugh: “Wasn’t it you who had my father’s secretary pay for Jasmine’s return flight ticket?” In my past life, my family’s crushing debt was inseparable from this vicious woman. After hearing my words, Maria looked extremely embarrassed. “Nicole, don’t push your luck!” Ethan was always arrogant in front of me. At this moment, he actually continued to humiliate me in front of my parents: “What can you do besides using money to threaten us? Don’t make me look down on you.” “Mr. Johnson, you seem very confident.” My father snorted coldly: “Since you’re so righteous, from today on, we will terminate all cooperation with your family and provide no further financial support!”

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To make me miscarry, my six-year-old son Aaron Bennet deliberately tricked me into eating almond cake that he knew I was allergic to. At my hospital bedside, he hid behind my husband Marcus Bennet, his face stern and refusing to apologize. He said, “Grandma told me that if you have the baby sister, you won’t divorce Dad. I don’t want you to be my mom anymore. I like Sienna Welch better!” Marcus added coldly, “We can have other children. As for Sienna, she’s indeed better suited to raise Aaron than you are.” I was completely heartbroken. The day after my discharge, I went home and packed up all my belongings, leaving only a divorce agreement and a document severing our mother-son relationship. ***** On my third day in the hospital, I stared silently at the gray-white ceiling. My once-rounded belly had become flat again. The daughter I had anticipated for six months would never be born. It turns out that when your heart breaks beyond its limit, it feels like suffocation. Warm tears slid from the corners of my eyes, dampening my hair. I turned to look at the pregnant woman in the bed next to mine. She was so happy—from her admission to her baby’s birth, her family had been there caring for her. Yet during my three-day stay, my husband and child had visited only once, leaving in a hurry. Because they had to rush off to see Sienna’s theater debut. My phone buzzed with a message from Sienna, including a video. The video was shot at a restaurant near a theater. Sienna still wore her elaborate stage makeup, and sitting beside her, looking down as he cut her steak, was my handsome husband Marcus. In our six years of marriage, he had never been so attentive to me. On my birthday, I had gotten nail extensions and wanted him to help me peel shrimp. Instead, he called in the nail technician who had already gone home and had my extensions removed on the spot. Marcus said, “Aubrey, given my status, do you think it’s appropriate for me to peel shrimp for you? You’re a mother now—why are you still being so dramatic?” So as my husband, he wouldn’t even do such a small thing for me. Yet now, he was happy to cut steak for Sienna. All his excuses were simply because he looked down on me. My heart had long since grown numb, but the video continued playing. Sienna smiled sweetly at the camera as she ate the steak Marcus fed her, then lifted her perfectly manicured finger to fork a piece of broccoli and offer it to Aaron. She said, “Aaron, you need to eat your vegetables to grow tall.” Broccoli was Aaron’s most hated vegetable. In the past, if I accidentally mixed even a small piece of broccoli into his plate, he would throw a tantrum and cry heartbrokenly. Finally, I had to promise never to make him broccoli again before he would speak to me. But now, Aaron was smiling as he eagerly ate the broccoli Sienna offered him. One piece after another, he cleaned the entire plate. His bright eyes were full of dependence and joy. Looking at the camera, he said, “I love Ms. Welch the most!” Sienna asked smugly, “Don’t you like your mommy then?” Upon hearing this, Aaron’s face immediately showed disgust. He said viciously, “I hate her! All she does is force me to learn piano and painting, and make me study!” The son I had given birth to with such difficulty was now freely badmouthing me in front of strangers. And his father—my husband—sat there listening quietly, unmoved, his attention focused entirely on Sienna. I finally understood. I had foolishly hoped to receive love from such a father and son. From now on, I wanted nothing more to do with such cold-hearted family members!

On the day I was discharged, the sky suddenly erupted in a torrential downpour. By the time I returned to Bennet Villa, I was completely soaked. The moment Aaron saw me, he immediately covered his nose in disgust: “You stink!” The scent of rainwater mixed with earth wasn’t actually unpleasant. He was only doing this to amuse Sienna, who was wearing my pajamas. Sure enough, his exaggerated performance made Sienna cover her mouth and giggle. She looked at me with eyes full of smugness and provocation. I chose to ignore it and turned to head upstairs. Marcus, however, hurried out of the kitchen, frowning at me with disgust in his voice: “Sienna specifically took time off work today to spend time with Aaron. Instead of being grateful, you’re here throwing a tantrum?” Standing on the steps, I responded coldly: “Well, so I’m giving him to you. Let’s get divorced.” Though spoken softly, every word was crystal clear. A flash of disdain crossed Marcus’s eyes: “Aubrey, where did you learn this act? Think you can threaten me with divorce? You think that’ll work on me?” Sienna also stood up, her tone seemingly gentle as she mediated, but actually provocative: “Aubrey, don’t misunderstand. Even though Marcus and I grew up together, he’s a good husband who’s responsible to his family. You should treasure that. How can you threaten him with divorce?” Her words made Marcus even more disgusted with me. I nodded indifferently: “You’re right, so I’m giving him to you. Treasure him well.” With that, I headed upstairs without looking back, ignoring Sienna’s secret delight and Marcus’s darkened expression behind me. In the bedroom, I packed all my belongings into a suitcase. I placed the signed divorce papers and the document severing mother-son ties on the vanity. Finally, I removed the wedding ring from my finger. Marcus didn’t follow me upstairs. He seemed to think I was just throwing a tantrum, so he returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. Though he wasn’t skilled at cooking, he was willing to learn for Sienna. In our six years of marriage, he’d only ever made me oatmeal, and even that was store-bought. On Instagram, Sienna posted photos of a table full of delicious food, along with Marcus’s figure bustling around for her, captioned: [There’s always someone in the world who will forever remember what you love to eat most.] Within a minute of posting, Marcus’s mother Ember Bennet and sister Gianna Bennet eagerly liked it. Ember commented: [Sienna is still so likable, unlike certain people who schemed their way into marriage six years ago and are still so annoying.] Gianna chimed in: [I’ll just say it straight, Sienna, you should marry my brother already. His current wife is so inadequate!] I casually liked the post. When I refreshed, the post had disappeared. I couldn’t be bothered to care and headed downstairs with my suitcase. Seeing me with the luggage, Marcus coldly scolded: “Sienna’s post was just a joke. Do you really need to take it so seriously?” Sienna also had tears in her eyes, offering a fake apology: “Aubrey, I didn’t know you’d actually get jealous. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come over today to upset you.” I looked at Marcus calmly, my tone indifferent: “The divorce papers are on the vanity. See you at the courthouse tomorrow morning.” With that, the taxi arrived. I turned to leave. Marcus was about to speak when Aaron stopped him: “Let her go!” The six-year-old’s face was written with disgust for me. He spat at me, then tore off the necklace around his neck and threw it at me viciously: “Get lost! Ms. Welch is going to be my new mom from now on.” I said: “Fine.” I casually tossed the necklace into the trash can by the door, opened the taxi door, and got in. I told the driver: “Let’s go.” The car slowly pulled away, gradually leaving Bennet Villa behind.

The Bennet family had always looked down on me because of my humble background. To complete my college education, I worked part-time while studying and served as a nanny in their household, specifically caring for Marcus’s grandfather, Daniel Bennet, who was seriously ill. Daniel was an antique collector and a renowned archaeologist. Because our fields were related, we always had engaging conversations. He once proposed adopting me as his goddaughter and was even willing to cover all my tuition fees at Christmas University. At that time, Marcus had just broken up with Sienna and was completely lost, spending his days racing cars and drinking heavily. Marcus and I had no connection since he rarely came home. Although we were college classmates, he had never noticed me. He only returned to Bennet Manor to visit Daniel during holidays. Until the day Sienna got engaged abroad, Marcus got drunk again. Because of his drunken state, I accidentally became pregnant and gave birth to Aaron. After that incident, Marcus was nearly beaten to death by Daniel. My marriage to Marcus was also arranged by Daniel before his death. No matter how much Ember opposed it, nothing could change it. Honestly, when I learned I was going to marry Marcus, I was secretly delighted. I had harbored a crush on him since freshman year. But after marriage, we slept in separate rooms, and our married life was as cold as a routine obligation. Only after incidents involving Sienna would Marcus stumble drunkenly into my room, possessing me with an almost frenzied desperation. I became pregnant with my second child on the day Sienna got married. But I never expected Sienna to run away from her wedding. At the ceremony, she cried, saying her selfishness had cost her the person she loved most, and now that she had finally come to her senses, she had to return home to win him back. So she came back. Upon hearing the news, Marcus didn’t even care about me lying in bed, covered in bruises from his roughness, and rushed straight to the airport to pick up Sienna. From then on, Sienna gradually invaded my marriage and family. Eventually, both my husband and son became her most steadfast supporters. The car pulled up steadily in front of the museum staff dormitory building. I carried my luggage upstairs and opened the single apartment that my supervisor Russell Gordon had been keeping for me. Before I could even finish unpacking, Russell’s call came through. He said, “Aubrey, we just received an urgent assignment. They’ve discovered a large ancient tomb in the Mojave Desert and desperately need artifact restoration experts. I’ve already booked your flight for tomorrow, so pack up and get ready to go! Don’t worry, this assignment is urgent, but when you get back, I’ll apologize to your husband with you.” “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Gordon. I’m planning to get divorced and focus entirely on artifact restoration work from now on,” I replied quietly. Marcus had never liked how I devoted all my energy to artifact restoration. He looked down on my profession and said it would leave me no time to take care of Aaron. Since I used to care about him and felt sorry for Aaron, I always tried to decline whenever Russell assigned me business trips. Now I finally understood that the only things that would never betray me were those seemingly cold artifacts in the museum. When Russell heard my words, though his tone carried a hint of regret, he was clearly relieved: “Aubrey, I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. You’re excellent, and honestly, we all think Marcus doesn’t deserve you!” A warm feeling surged from the bottom of my heart. All these years, Russell had treated me like his own daughter. I smiled with relief: “Yeah, I think so too.” That night was the most peaceful sleep I’d had in years. I didn’t have to prepare late-night snacks for Marcus when he got off work, nor did I have to comfort Aaron through his nightmares. I slept straight through until morning. After a quick wash, I dragged my luggage directly to the courthouse entrance. But after waiting three hours, Marcus never showed up. I called him over a dozen times, but he didn’t answer once. With my flight departure time approaching, I had no choice but to leave. I completed my check-in procedures, and just before turning off my phone, I suddenly saw a news headline: 【Bennet Group CEO to Personally Invest in Film Based on Award-Winning Screenwriter Sienna】 【Friendship Truly Conquers All】 So Marcus was going to personally promote Sienna’s career. I couldn’t help but sneer, closed the news page, and turned off my phone. Looking at the city landscape gradually shrinking outside the window, I felt unusually calm. Whatever their future held, it no longer concerned me. I put on my eye mask and fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, violent turbulence jolted me awake. Passengers around me were in panic. Before I could react, the plane suddenly went into free fall, and my head slammed hard against the overhead compartment. ***** In the CEO’s office at Bennet Group, Marcus had just finished a film planning meeting organized for Sienna when he noticed his phone, which had been on silent, showing over a dozen missed calls, all from Aubrey. His business partner joked, “Mrs. Bennet is still as clingy as ever. I really envy you.” Marcus sneered, “She’s begging for my forgiveness. I’m deliberately not answering to make her realize her mistakes.” Suddenly, an unknown number called: “Hello, is this Aubrey’s husband? At eleven o’clock this morning, the flight your wife was on crashed due to mechanical failure.”

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On my birthday, I suddenly heard my daughter Emilia Henderson’s thoughts. She was thinking: “Dad said that as long as Mom eats this cake, she’ll miscarry smoothly. Then Ms. Thomson can become my mom.” My body stiffened for a moment, and I looked toward Emilia. She gazed at me innocently: “Mom, hurry up and eat it. Dad and I made this cake together. If you don’t eat it, I’ll be sad.” At the same time, I heard her thoughts again: “Mom is always disciplining me and spending Dad’s money all day long. She’s nothing like the gentle and capable Ms. Thomson. I don’t want such a useless mom.” My husband Felix Henderson held me affectionately, but his thoughts were completely different from his actions. He was thinking: “Once she miscarries, I’ll take over the company directly. Even if she figures it out, it’ll be too late. By then, I’ll have already left this woman and married Elsie.” Then, under their expectant gazes, I signed the divorce papers and turned to leave. But this time, they went crazy. ***** The moment I confirmed I could hear Emilia’s thoughts, I froze. I looked up in confusion and only then noticed that a woman with a sexy figure, Elsie Thomson, had appeared beside Felix at some point. They sat at another table, chatting with guests who had come to my birthday party. Felix was thoughtfully peeling shrimp for Elsie and even took off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders. I suddenly felt deeply hurt, finding this scene particularly painful to watch. When I was pregnant with Emilia, my fingers had swollen like carrots due to hormones. So I had once begged Felix to peel shrimp for me. But he just looked at me impatiently and then dumped the entire plate of shrimp: “You’re already pregnant and about to become a mother. You need to learn how to take care of a child, not wait for me to serve you every day.” I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Felix thought peeling shrimp for me was serving me, but now he was happily taking care of Elsie. So he simply didn’t love me enough. At this moment, Emilia’s urging voice came again: “Mom, hurry up and eat it. The cake will melt soon.” I turned to look at Emilia’s sweet smiling face, but heard her cursing me in her mind: “As long as you eat the cake, Ms. Thomson will reward me with a huge ice cream. I’m sick to death of eating the food you make every day. You torture me all the time, forcing me to swim, paint, and practice dancing. Ms. Thomson is so good to me. I like Ms. Thomson the most.” I suddenly froze, as if someone had struck me on the head. I had no idea that in Emilia’s eyes, I was such a vicious mother. The nutritious meals I carefully prepared for her every day were just tasteless food in her eyes. I spent a lot of time accompanying her to interest classes, but this was painful torture for her. Yet Elsie didn’t need to do anything—just a huge ice cream and a pretty face were enough to make both Emilia and Felix like her. I helplessly let my hands drop, feeling my heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife. Amid Emilia’s urging, I realized that Elsie had somehow walked up to me. She affectionately ruffled Emilia’s hair, then suddenly pulled her hand back as if startled: “Matilda, I’m sorry. You’re usually busy, and I spend more time with her, so she’s closer to me. Don’t blame her.” Felix frowned tightly, as if I had just bullied Elsie: “What right does she have to blame you? She doesn’t have to do anything at home, just enjoys life every day. Matilda, you should thank Elsie. I really don’t know why you’ve become so unreasonable now.”

Elsie smiled as she sat beside me, cutting off a corner of the cake and placing it in front of my plate. They all watched my every move intently, each harboring their own schemes. Felix thought to himself: “As long as Matilda can’t keep this baby, I’ll be able to seize all her assets and make her leave in guilt.” Emilia thought: “Once Mom eats this cake, I can be with Ms. Thomson forever and never have to see this old witch again.” I could tell they were dying to shove the cake directly into my mouth, or drag me straight to the hospital to get rid of the baby in my belly. Being betrayed simultaneously by my husband and daughter felt like a knife twisting in my heart. But at this moment, I felt nothing but disgust and revulsion toward this family. I looked up coldly, meeting Elsie’s provocative gaze, and smiled. “I shouldn’t enjoy this delicacy alone. We should all share it together.” With that, I cut several pieces of cake and pushed them in front of each of their plates. They were clearly panicked. Emilia, being the most naive, immediately pushed her cake aside and said, “I can’t bear to eat it. Mom, I want to save all the cake for you.” But what she was really thinking was: “Even if this cake doesn’t kill someone, it’ll seriously hurt them. I just need to poison Mom to death, since I’m going to be Ms. Thomson’s daughter anyway.” Hearing Emilia’s inner thoughts broke my heart. I never imagined that the child I’d raised with all my love and devotion would actually want me dead. Unable to bear watching Emilia get poisoned, I took the cake away from in front of her plate, but still stared at Felix and Elsie until they finished eating all their cake. As they ate, their faces turned pale and cold sweat beaded on their foreheads. They were clearly worried their evil scheme would be exposed. But in Emilia’s eyes, their expressions took on a different meaning. Emilia thought: “Ms. Thomson really loves me so much. To become my mother, she’s willing to endure any pain.” While eating his cake, Felix thought: “As long as I can get Matilda to eat the cake in a moment, everything I’m sacrificing will be worth it.” The moment Felix and Elsie finished swallowing their cake, they stared at me. Emilia, feeling sorry for Elsie, said anxiously, “Mom, you should eat your cake too. You can’t let Ms. Thomson be the only one eating.” I stirred the cake with my fork and sneered coldly. “I’m not eating the cake.”

Elsie’s body instantly stiffened, and Felix’s expression turned serious. “Are you messing with us? Stop fooling around and eat the cake.” Emilia picked up a piece of cake with her fork and held it to my lips. “Mommy, let me feed you, okay?” Looking at Emilia’s expectant eyes, my heart ached. “Do you really want me to eat it?” Before I knew it, tears had welled up in my eyes. Even though I already knew the answer, I couldn’t help but ask. Emilia smiled sweetly, “Of course. Mommy, I’d be so happy if you ate it.” But Emilia’s inner thoughts were brutally honest. She was thinking: “If you don’t eat it, how can Ms. Thomson become my mom? You’d better just drop dead!” I could no longer control my tears, my eyes burning with pain. I stood up and fled from Emilia’s side. Just then, someone said, “Why is our guest of honor rushing to leave? Don’t you have a birthday speech to give today? Come on up to the stage.” I turned around to find a group of guests from my birthday party standing behind me. They clapped happily, urging me to take the stage. I was stunned. “The stage? A speech? I never prepared any speech.” Suddenly, a pair of large hands landed on my shoulders. I was forced to look into Felix’s cold, calculating eyes. He said, “Stop making a scene, honey. All these people are watching. Just go up and give your speech.” A speech paper was suddenly pressed into my empty hand. I stood there helplessly, listening to Felix’s scheming thoughts. He was thinking: “There’s no way I’m divorcing her. Once she publicly admits to transferring her inheritance to me in front of everyone, I’ll dump her. Even if she figures out what’s going on, what can she do? She can’t possibly expose me in front of all these people. What an idiot!” I opened the speech paper in my hand and skimmed through it. The gist of it was: To thank Felix for taking care of me throughout our marriage, I was willing to transfer all my assets to him, with everyone present serving as witnesses. Everyone was staring at me, and I had no choice. If I left directly today, the guests would surely think I was throwing a tantrum, which would only improve their opinion of Felix. If I followed Felix’s plan and obediently read the speech, I would lose everything. Felix pushed me onto the stage as I felt the burning gazes from below and listened to his incessant inner monologue. He was thinking: “Hurry up and read that content out loud. All your money is about to be mine. I can’t wait to marry Elsie.” I opened the speech paper and cleared my throat. “Next, I want to announce something to everyone.” Felix puffed out his chest proudly, eagerly awaiting to receive my assets. I could already hear him calculating how to spend my fortune. Since Felix and Emilia, whom I had devoted ten years of my life to caring for, wanted me dead and wanted my assets for the sake of a mistress, I was going to crush their hopes completely. I let out a cold laugh and regained my composure.

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On the day I discovered my unexpected pregnancy, Gabriel Brown carefully held the blind Elsie Ross in his arms and threw my pregnancy test report right in my face. He said, “When I was in that car accident last Christmas, you didn’t hesitate to abandon me. If Elsie hadn’t given me her corneas, I probably would have died. Now you’ve gone to great lengths to get pregnant with my child just to use the baby to force me into marrying you. Let me tell you, you’d better give up that idea. Only Elsie deserves to be the mistress of Brown Group.” Tears streamed down my face. But Gabriel still gripped my throat tightly, threatening, “I’ll give you one chance. As long as you seduce my married brother Theodore Brown and force him to marry you, my father will definitely kick him out of Brown Group. That way, I’ll be the sole heir to Brown Group.” But later, when the truth was revealed, I became his brother’s wife as he wished, yet he kept begging for my forgiveness. I just smiled faintly and took back the corneas I had donated to him last Christmas. At this moment, Gabriel said disdainfully, “Caroline Morris, don’t you love me? Why won’t you do this small thing for me? You went to great lengths to get pregnant with my child just to force me to marry you, didn’t you? Two Christmases ago when I had that car accident, you abandoned me. After I woke up, you shamelessly came back claiming that the corneas Elsie donated to me were actually yours. Is there a single word of truth that comes out of your mouth?” Furious, Gabriel threw the pregnancy report in his hand at my face. I lost all strength and collapsed to the floor, passively enduring his inexplicable rage. Seeing this, Elsie gently nestled into his arms, coaxing him, but her eyes were full of smugness as she looked at me. “Gabriel, when you had that car accident last Christmas, Caroline must have had her reasons for leaving you.” Elsie pretended to be considerate, groping around to help me up from the floor, then deliberately put on a grateful smile. “Actually, I should thank Caroline. If Caroline hadn’t abandoned you, how could I have had the chance to come to your side?” I let out a cold laugh, looking at Elsie’s bright, clear eyes. “Last Christmas, were those corneas really donated by you to Gabriel?” Elsie panicked and hid in Gabriel’s arms, crying, “Gabriel, is Caroline still resenting me for being with you and stealing the love you gave her? But after going blind, you were the only person I could depend on. You’ve already been abandoned once. I don’t want to leave you and make you experience the pain of being abandoned by someone you love again.” Gabriel frantically comforted Elsie in his arms with gentle words. When he turned to look at me, he instantly put on that disgusted expression and shouted, “Caroline, stop it! Last Christmas, you were worried that I would interfere with your marriage to a rich man, so you left without any hesitation. I was lying in a pool of blood, constantly begging you, but you never looked back. If Elsie hadn’t saved me, I wouldn’t even be able to stand in front of you now and see your aggressive behavior.” Nestled in Gabriel’s arms, Elsie laughed mockingly, “Gabriel, since Caroline is so certain, your corneas might really have been donated by her.” Gabriel sneered, “I didn’t see her true nature last Christmas, but I’m not stupid. If she really gave me her corneas, how did her eyes recover? How could she possibly be standing in front of me now accusing you?” My heart filled with bitterness, I clutched the ring in my hand and silently shed tears. All these years, no matter how I explained, Gabriel always believed Elsie. He mocked me and ignored me time and again, as if I were his enemy. Gabriel said coldly, “Caroline, I’m giving you a chance now. Didn’t you scheme to get pregnant with my child? I’m going to make good use of this. My father is dying, and Theodore, who’s been abroad all these years, is coming back soon. I want you to seduce him, be with him, and then use the child in your belly to force him to marry you.” I stared at Gabriel’s expectant expression and asked in disbelief, “Why? This is our child!” Gabriel said coldly, “Caroline, stop putting on this loving act. You’re disgusting. I told you, only Elsie deserves to carry my child. You don’t! My father hates cheating men more than anything in his life. Theodore is already married. As long as you seduce Theodore, pretend to be pregnant with his child, and make a big scene out of it, my father definitely won’t let him be the heir to Brown Group. Then all of the Brown family’s wealth will be mine. After that, I’ll let you give birth to this child and allow you to stay by my side to serve me. But you’d better give up your delusions. My wife will only be Elsie.” Looking at the loving scene between the two in front of me, I laughed coldly, “Fine, Gabriel. I’ll do as you wish.”

Watching Gabriel carefully lift Elsie and turn to leave, I could no longer hold back my tears. Gabriel and I first met in high school. Back then, he was the proud adopted son of the Brown family, while I was just an orphan. He chose me and pulled me out of the mud. Later, I became a scholarship student sponsored by the Brown family, gaining the opportunity to continue my education at a prestigious university without ever having to worry about money again. Gabriel and I got to know each other, fell in love, and everything went smoothly. Later, Gabriel introduced me to his family, and we moved from dating toward marriage. Just when I thought our happy, peaceful days would continue forever, an accident shattered my dreams. Gabriel and I were in a car crash during a trip to the countryside. In that critical moment, he shielded me with his body, but his eyes were severely injured and required corneal transplant surgery. However, he couldn’t find a compatible cornea in such a short time. So I secretly donated my cornea to him. After my corneal transplant surgery, I learned that my biological mother, Adeline Morris, had an accident. I rushed back to our old home in the countryside, missing the day Gabriel regained his sight, which allowed Elsie to claim credit for my cornea donation. Adeline didn’t want me to be plunged into darkness at such a young age, so before she died, she gave me her corneas. But when I regained my sight and stood before Gabriel again, I found that Elsie was already by his side. No matter how I tried to explain, Gabriel only believed Elsie’s words. He was convinced that I had abandoned him and thought I was returning now because I saw he hadn’t died and wanted to marry him to continue living as a wealthy woman. Actually, Elsie’s acting was terrible—she often forgot her supposed blindness. Over the years, she slipped up many times, but Gabriel always chose to ignore it, continuing to dote on her and fulfill her every wish. Just then, my phone lit up. It was a message from Gabriel: “Theodore’s flight lands tomorrow at 3 PM. Pick him up at the airport.” After reading it, I smiled bitterly. I couldn’t wait to see if Gabriel would regret today’s decision when he finally discovered the truth. Sharp pain shot through the corners of my eyes. I knew what this meant. When she died, Adeline was already old, and her eyes had developed many complications. So after receiving her corneal transplant, my eyes were left with complications that required monthly hospital visits for checkups and treatment. Today happened to be my scheduled hospital visit. The doctor said, “Miss Morris, we’ve found that your eyes are at risk of retinal detachment, so you need to undergo a new transplant surgery as soon as possible.” I shook my head gently. If a new pair of corneas were so easy to find, Gabriel wouldn’t have fallen for Elsie’s deception back then. Seeing my indifferent attitude, the doctor frowned and advised, “Miss Morris, you can’t take this surgery lightly. If you delay treatment, you risk going blind.” He sighed heavily and continued, “For now, I’ll start you on conservative treatment. Please go settle the payment.” One hundred thousand dollars was just the cost of a meal for Gabriel, but it became the final straw that broke me. After returning to the Brown estate, I opened the door to see Gabriel happily watching Elsie, who was sitting surrounded by luxury goods. I clenched my fists and walked toward him with my head down.

I said quietly, “Gabriel, the doctor said there’s a problem with my corneas. I need a hundred thousand dollars for treatment. Could you please help me?” “Enough!” Gabriel interrupted me impatiently. “Elsie is right. You’re just a greedy woman who’ll stop at nothing to get what you want. You stayed by my side just for my money, didn’t you?” I opened my mouth to defend myself but found I had nothing to say. Elsie snuggled in Gabriel’s arms coquettishly: “Gabriel, since Caroline wants it, just give her the hundred thousand dollars. A hundred thousand can’t even buy the cheapest bag I own. But Caroline, you can’t lie just to get money. I clearly saw you get into a stranger’s luxury car today. How could you have been going to the hospital?” As she spoke, Elsie pulled out a blurry photo. Gabriel roared, “Caroline, have you ever told me a single truth? You’re such a greedy, shameless woman! If you weren’t still somewhat useful to me, I’d be disgusted just looking at you.” Gabriel suddenly grabbed my throat, staring at my slightly swollen belly: “Is the child in your belly even mine?” I looked up in disbelief and asked coldly, “Gabriel, is that really what you think of me? That I’m such a lowly woman?” I remembered that night. Gabriel had burst into my room reeking of alcohol, holding my waist tightly and burying his head in the crook of my neck. His tears fell into my heart. He held me tightly in his arms, and we lost ourselves in each other’s tenderness. Only when the storm outside stopped did he finally let me go. I thought our relationship would improve after that night. I naively believed we could return to how things were before, still being the only one in each other’s world. But I never expected that what I thought was sweet intimacy was just his drunken indulgence to him. Even if it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else. Gabriel said disdainfully, “Caroline, since you want this money so badly, then open your eyes wide and watch me make love to Elsie.” He tightened his hold on Elsie’s waist and kissed her passionately. His hands caressed Elsie’s body, quickly removing her clothes. I watched the two people entangled together not far away, numbly listening to their gasps and moans. Near dawn, Gabriel finally wiped his lips with satisfaction and threw a bank card in front of me, saying through gritted teeth, “Caroline, for money, you could actually watch me make love to another woman right in front of you. Since you’ve taken my money, you’d better serve me well. You must seduce Theodore, or don’t expect to stay by my side any longer.” I slowly picked up the bank card he had trampled underfoot, my heart breaking. A hundred thousand dollars was enough to settle all our debts. Gabriel’s financial support for me had been repaid with a pair of corneas. From now on, I owed him nothing. I opened my phone and scheduled an abortion for tomorrow. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly. I had thought this child was the fruit of Gabriel’s and my love, but now I realized it wasn’t. I didn’t want my child to come into this world bearing stigma and humiliation. The housekeeper, Layla Ortiz, helped me up from the cold floor with sympathy and brought me a cup of honey lemon from the kitchen: “Ms. Morris, please have a sip.” I didn’t cry when Elsie framed me, nor when I endured Gabriel’s baseless accusations and humiliation. But now, receiving someone’s long-absent kindness, I felt the urge to cry. Layla sighed, “All these years, I’ve known about you and Mr. Brown. He’s just harsh with his words. Ms. Morris, he still has feelings for you deep down, otherwise he wouldn’t have allowed you to stay by his side for so many years.” I smiled bitterly and shook my head: “No, he has no heart. No matter how much I burn myself, I can’t warm him up. I’ve decided to give up. I want to let him go, and let myself go too.”

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My name came up in the rich boys’ adventure game at this elite school. A week later, Sebastian Kingsley, the school’s top student, confessed his feelings to me. Flattered beyond belief, I agreed to be his girlfriend. For an entire semester, he doted on me completely, showering me with affection. Everyone envied me for winning Sebastian’s love. But right before the SATs, he broke up with me. I knew they wanted to watch me break down and fall into depression like all the other girls, forcing me to drop out in shame. But I took the SATs as planned. Holding my Harvard acceptance letter, I smiled at them and said, “Thanks for all your help this year. I’m off to college now.” ***** The teacher announced, “Students who need to apply for financial aid, please come to my office after class to fill out the forms.” Alexis Foster, the cheerleading captain who delighted in tormenting me, suggested, “Why don’t we have the students applying for aid explain their reasons now? That way everyone can provide targeted support later.” The teacher nodded. “Sophia, go ahead and share.” I stood up expressionlessly and calmly described just how poor I was in front of all fifty-plus classmates. When the bell rang, the quiet classroom erupted into chatter. Alexis walked over to me and casually tossed ten dollars on the floor. “Your mother abandoned you, and your disabled father lives on welfare. You only managed to pay tuition thanks to church donations. Sophia, you’re so pathetic. If I were you, I would’ve killed myself already—at least I wouldn’t have to live so miserably. Lucky for you I’m kind-hearted. Here’s ten bucks for you—should keep your dad going for a week, right?” I’d grown accustomed to how the elite humiliated those beneath them. Alexis particularly despised me because my appearance somewhat resembled hers. I bent down, picked up the money, and put it in my pocket. Smiling, I said, “Thanks for your generosity, Alexis.” Now I could add a burger to today’s lunch. Studying was so exhausting, and surviving on just a dollar’s worth of fries left me hungry quickly. After pocketing the money, I tried to walk around her and leave. I needed to hurry to the restroom, then get back to studying. But Alexis pushed me back into my seat and leaned in close. In a voice only we could hear, she said, “Don’t mention it. That’s not all I can do for you. I’ve got a big surprise waiting!” The next day, I discovered what that so-called surprise was. Popular guys at school were actually coming up to talk to me, despite my obvious lack of Alexis’s beauty. A football hit me, and the handsome Ethan came running over. He smiled and said, “Sorry about that! Are you okay?” At first, I didn’t notice anything unusual—I thought it was just an accident. But Ethan was unusually enthusiastic, grabbing my arm to keep me from leaving. He said, “You should go to the nurse’s office for a check-up, or I’ll worry about you. Or we could exchange contact info. If you feel any discomfort, just reach out—I’ll take full responsibility.” Since entering this elite private school, I’d never experienced genuine kindness. The gap between the poor and rich was enormous. Because my poverty was so conspicuous, I became an anomaly that needed to be eliminated in my classmates’ eyes. Leading the charge against me was rich girl Alexis. She started by rallying everyone to isolate me. Then they threw my textbooks in the sink, deliberately crashed into me during sports, and scrawled “Sophia is a slut” on the locker room walls. I’d long grown accustomed to this hostile environment. This sudden kindness didn’t fill me with joy—it only made me twice as cautious. In that moment, I suddenly realized this must be the big surprise Alexis had mentioned. So I politely declined Ethan’s offer. I needed to figure out what game they were playing before I could plan my response.

After school, I quietly followed Alexis. Outside the empty student activity center, I overheard her conversation with that group of rich kids. Ethan said dejectedly, “I failed.” The guys burst into mocking laughter. “Wow, Ethan’s charm isn’t working? Can’t even score a girl who gets free lunch?” “Don’t lose heart, Ethan. You’re the legend who got three girls to have abortions for you. Nobody’s gonna look down on you for one failure.” Alexis wasn’t in the mood for jokes. She said, “You drew Sophia’s name in the dare game. Someone has to win her over, then destroy her when she’s at her happiest.” Those rich boys who usually carried themselves with such grace now revealed their twisted faces. “Don’t worry. We’ve gotten all those other girls before. Sophia won’t be any different.” “Exactly. With so many of us, someone’s bound to succeed.” “We still have our ace in the hole. Sebastian can definitely handle it.” Alexis suddenly shouted, “No! Sebastian can’t go.” Everyone got excited. “Whoa, Miss Foster’s getting jealous?” “She’s that possessive?” The activity room was noisy inside. Standing outside the door, I kept replaying that name in my mind, clenching my fists. I thought, “Sebastian, so you’re one of them too. This is just perfect.” Over the next few days, my suitors suddenly multiplied. All types of rich boys started pursuing me—gentle and caring ones, mature and steady ones, mysterious ones, wild and rebellious ones, polite and refined ones… They found various excuses to approach me, all with the same goal of asking me out. And I would always refuse woodenly: “Sorry, I need to go to the library to study.” For twelfth-grade students, there was no more perfect excuse than that. I often recalled their disappointed expressions during study breaks, never getting tired of it. My happiness clearly infuriated Alexis. Her bullying tactics became even more vicious. She cut my hair with scissors and stabbed my back with thumbtacks. Alexis pushed me into the swimming pool, then smeared super glue all over the handrails. To escape the trap, I had to endure the pain of putting on clothes with my bloody hands. These rich kids’ creativity was endless. They were experts at inflicting harm without leaving evidence. And their families donated libraries and gymnasiums to the school every year. As long as they didn’t kill anyone, the teachers turned a blind eye to their behavior. I silently endured their bullying just like I had for the past three years. A week later on Monday, I finally encountered the person I’d been waiting to see. The school’s most outstanding student, Sebastian, appeared in the empty library. He sat quietly beside me for a long time, then finally pointed to my AP Chemistry test paper and reminded me softly, “This problem is wrong. Potassium dichromate is a strong oxidizing agent—you can’t store it in an alkaline burette.”

I transferred from a small-town public school to this elite private high school. At my old school, I had always been the top student. I thought I was exceptionally gifted and brilliant. I could quickly grasp whatever the teachers explained, and homework was always a breeze. But after transferring, I bombed my first exam. I experienced what it felt like to have my confidence completely shattered. I had always believed that learning ability was an innate talent—my only ticket to changing my destiny. It wasn’t until I left that remote small town that I realized I was just another ordinary person among the masses. With grades like mine, even state universities seemed out of reach. So I threw myself into studying with everything I had. I was isolated, bullied—I didn’t care about any of it. For me, GPA was the only thing that mattered. Through relentless effort, I managed to climb into the top 50, then hit a wall. That’s when I finally understood that some things can’t be achieved through hard work alone—too many external factors determine success or failure. My father, Tom Johnson, had sent me to this high school because he’d heard about their exceptional faculty. This high school was indeed far superior to our small-town school. But even within the same school, educational resources weren’t distributed equally. The finest teaching resources were concentrated in the honors classes. Every student in the honors classes came from prestigious families with distinguished backgrounds. They enjoyed top-tier educational resources and had private tutors who were Ivy League graduates helping them after school. Children who were cherished by their entire families naturally weren’t people like me—someone living on scholarships—could easily surpass. Their grades firmly occupied the top 50 spots on the honor roll, leaving me in the dust. And Sebastian was the best among them. I was very familiar with his name. He had a mysterious and distinguished family background, strikingly handsome looks, and the highest academic achievements. Even though Sebastian had a cold personality, he was still crowned the “Ivy Star” and was every girl’s dream prince charming. I admired him too. Having such a golden boy come into my life because of a malicious game was actually wonderful. That secluded old library study room became Sebastian’s and my secret hideaway. Every day after school, we would show up there one after another with perfect timing, not disturbing each other, each focused on our own studies. Whenever I got stuck on AP Calculus problems, he would quietly move closer and explain the concepts to me. Sebastian truly lived up to his reputation as the school’s top student. His problem-solving approach was always clear and concise—even the most complex problems became simple under his guidance. There’s something especially attractive about a guy when he’s focused. Sebastian looked captivating when he was reading with his head down. As he wrote out formulas, his handwriting was beautiful, carrying an innate confidence. I was mesmerized watching him. Suddenly, Sebastian gently tapped my forehead with his pen, pretending to be annoyed as he said, “What are you thinking about?” I reached up and lightly touched his eyelid, saying, “You have a mole here by your eye.” The mole was light brown, hidden above his eye where it was hard to notice. Sebastian froze, then broke into a gorgeous smile. I snapped back to reality, quickly pulled my hand back, and pretended to read my book. But my face had turned red from embarrassment. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting our shadows on the desk. Dust particles dancing in the golden rays were like my uncontrollable emotions with nowhere to hide. On such a warm afternoon, Sebastian suddenly said, “Sophia, will you be my girlfriend?”

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On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend Claire Reeds was nowhere to be found and remained missing even late into the night. I anxiously asked around among friends and was even ready to call the police. However, I saw her activity on her assistant Callum Murray’s Instagram. 【Boss came to my place specifically to discuss a project, but then the door lock suddenly broke.】 【Does this mean we’ll be spending the night together? I’m so excited.】 I silently liked the post, and Claire immediately called me in a rage: “Don’t you know what my Christmas bonus is? The daily wage I lose, you couldn’t earn back in a week! So what if I didn’t show up to the engagement party? What are you getting mad about? I really don’t have time to hang out with your poor relatives.” My mother Abigail Holmes stood silently beside me, looking at the 30 kilograms of gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and various real estate transfer agreements laid out in the private room. She asked me somewhat awkwardly: “Finley, are these gifts embarrassing for you?” I let out a cold laugh, my fingertips caressing the Bentley keys I had prepared for Claire, and replied coolly: “She’s the one who doesn’t know what’s good for her.” ***** When Claire came back, I was playing games with friends in the living room. She ignored everyone’s enthusiastic greetings, shot me a fierce glare, and stomped upstairs in her high heels. Even though the game volume was turned up to maximum, I could still hear the thunderous door slamming from upstairs. My friend scratched his head and asked hesitantly: “Should we head out? You should go comfort her.” I scoffed: “What does she think she is?” They looked shocked and silently gave me a thumbs up: “Finley, you’ve finally grown a backbone!” In the past, Claire hated it when I played games with my friends. She always said we were unambitious. Because of this, I hadn’t touched a gaming console for nearly two years. But today, I had a blast playing with my friends until dawn. Glancing at the tightly shut bedroom door, I turned and headed straight to the guest room. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Claire burst through the door, rummaging through the closet for something. Usually at times like this, I would have gotten up to help her look, but now I just wanted to lie there quietly. After a series of clattering sounds, the room fell silent again. I could hear Claire’s rapid breathing behind me and feel her burning gaze fixed on me. Suddenly, harsh light flooded the room as Claire flicked on the switch. I instinctively covered my eyes. She yanked off my blanket and demanded furiously: “Finley, do you realize your mistake?” Looking at her frantic appearance, I found it laughable. I hadn’t even questioned why she missed the engagement party, let alone brought up her inexplicably spending the night with Callum, yet here she was interrogating me. I looked at her with cold eyes: “What did I do wrong?” She trembled with rage, grabbed the pillow from the bedside and hurled it at me: “I’m giving you a chance, and you’re still making excuses? Don’t come crawling back tomorrow like a dog begging for my forgiveness!” She glared at me in silence, as if waiting for me to admit my fault. But I didn’t even glance at her, just picked up my blanket and continued sleeping. Moments later, she stormed out, slamming the door. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “Just how pathetic must I have been in front of her all this time for her to think that no matter what she does, she can act so brazenly arrogant in front of me?” That night, I slept exceptionally well. When I woke up in the morning, I smelled something sweet. I walked into the dining room puzzled and found breakfast laid out on the table. There were several delicate pieces of cake on a plate and milk in a glass. She was wearing an apron and poked her head out from the kitchen, saying coldly: “Eat up.” In over three years of dating, I had never tasted her cooking. I forked a piece of cake and put it in my mouth while she pulled out a chair and sat down with a jarring screech. After a tense moment, her tone softened slightly: “Does it taste good?” I kept my head down, casually scrolling through my phone screen, about to answer “not bad,” when I accidentally came across Callum’s new post. 【Last night, I casually mentioned wanting to eat blueberry cake, and she said she’d make it for me herself. Can’t wait.】 I chewed the sweet and sour blueberry in my mouth and suddenly felt nauseous. Combined with the beer from last night irritating my stomach, I couldn’t control myself anymore and rushed to the bathroom, retching violently. Claire chased after me furiously: “Finley, what’s your problem?”

I dry-heaved so violently that my veins bulged and my face turned red. I twisted around, trying to explain to her. But she suddenly hurled the glass in her hand at me. A sharp, dull pain shot through my temple. Instinctively, I raised my hand to touch it—my palm came away covered in blood. “You… are you crazy? Why didn’t you dodge?” Claire shouted in panicked fury. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” she said with a dark expression, coming over to help me. As soon as I opened the car door, I saw a pair of men’s underwear on the passenger seat. I silently walked to the back seat and pulled open the door. Claire quickly grabbed the underwear, glancing at me awkwardly as she tried to explain: “I bought this for you…” “Don’t say anything. Let’s just go to the hospital,” I cut her off coldly, my voice dripping with impatience. Throughout the drive, Claire kept trying to make conversation. But I just stared blankly out the window, lost in thought, completely ignoring her words—just like she used to do to me. Back then, even saying two extra words to me was charity on her part. Suddenly, Claire fell silent, put on her earphones, and took a call. Her voice grew increasingly anxious: “Don’t panic, I’m coming to find you right now.” She abruptly pulled over to the side of the road: “Get out. I have an emergency and need to go back to the company.” I looked out at the highway and the endless farmland, then down at the gauze in my hand that was already soaked with blood. Bewildered, I asked her: “You want me to get out here?” She urged impatiently: “You can take a taxi to the hospital.” I took several deep breaths and pushed open the car door. I had barely gotten out and hadn’t even steadied myself when she sped off, nearly knocking me to the ground. Behind me came the harsh sound of honking—a large truck roared past, almost clipping me. With no other choice, I could only walk toward the thorny dirt path beside the road. It was the height of summer. After just a few steps, the blazing sun overhead made me dizzy, and sweat soaked through my clothes, sticking uncomfortably to my skin. As if all the moisture in my body had been drained, my throat burned with thirst. Just when I could barely stand anymore, I encountered an elderly man who kindly helped me call a car to take me to the hospital. Exhausted, I quickly fell into a deep sleep with the IV drip in my arm. “Hey, your hand is so swollen. You should call the nurse.” The person next to me woke me up. I looked at her gratefully, then lowered my eyes to check my phone. No new messages. Unconsciously, I opened Callum’s Instagram and saw his latest post. 【The little cat was throwing a tantrum and wouldn’t eat. She came over for a bit and coaxed it right away.】 In the video, Claire held a small cat with adoring eyes, patiently tearing meat into small strips and feeding it bit by bit. The entire world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the drip-drop sound of the IV fluid. That icy feeling seeped through my veins and into my heart, as if carving out an unfillable void there. I scrolled through old photos with vacant eyes, asking myself: “How did I fall in love with her in the first place?” Back then, she was an intern and I was a department manager. In my memory, she was always the first to arrive at the office and the last to leave. At the time, I simply thought she was hardworking. Until that late night when my friends and I were gaming at an internet café and ordered late-night food. The moment I opened the door, she hurriedly handed me the takeout. After recognizing me, she smiled sheepishly, her eyes crinkling as shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks. Before I could say anything, she had already raised her phone and waved it, indicating she had to rush off to deliver the next order. Watching her petite figure disappear at the end of the hallway, I felt an inexplicable tenderness in my heart. Later, I began intentionally assigning some quality client resources to her. She lived up to expectations—her performance kept improving, and before long, she became the department’s top salesperson.

Soon, we became lovers deeply in love. I secretly leveraged my family’s resources to introduce her to higher-quality clients, and her career soared. At the company Christmas party, she accepted an appointment ceremony from the group’s board of directors. Under the spotlight, she wore a black evening gown, confident and radiant, absolutely stunning. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. The rose I had carefully nurtured was finally in full bloom. To protect her self-esteem, I never told her about my family’s true background or mentioned the real reason behind her promotions. However, as her income increased, I seemed to become smaller and smaller in her eyes. If it weren’t for my repeated compromises and concessions, our relationship might have ended long ago. Dragging my exhausted body home, I heard laughter and cheerful voices the moment I opened the door. Claire was leaning against Callum’s shoulder, playing with the cat in her arms. When she saw me, her expression became slightly unnatural. She stood up, smoothed her clothes, and asked softly, “Is your wound better?” I ignored her, turned around, and headed straight upstairs, just wanting to pack my belongings. But she hurried after me, grabbing my wrist and asking, “Are you angry?” So she knew I would be angry, yet she kept pushing my boundaries again and again. I shook off her hand, and she stumbled backward into the metal banister, gasping from the pain. In the past, I would have been heartbroken, holding her hand to check the injury and rushing to find the first aid kit. But now, my heart remained unmoved, and I continued upstairs. Claire looked at me with shock and hurt. Seeing this, Callum rushed over. “Claire, is your hand okay! How could he…” “Shut up!” Claire snapped impatiently, then seemed to realize her tone was too harsh and added, “You should go back now.” Callum glared at me resentfully, reluctantly picked up the cat, and slammed the door as he left. Claire followed me into the bedroom, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, and said in a muffled voice, “Please don’t be angry, okay?” I said coldly, “I’m not angry. There’s still salmon in the fridge. You can take it to feed the cat later.” I could clearly feel Claire’s body stiffen. After a long moment, she didn’t speak again, and her arms around me trembled slightly. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I seemed to feel her warm tears soaking through my shirt. After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice choked with emotion: “Finley, you’ve been different these past two days. What’s wrong?” I held back again and again, but still couldn’t bring myself to mention breaking up. I only replied coldly, “Let’s both take some time to cool off.” Claire’s voice suddenly rose, looking at me with anger: “What do you mean? Have I been too indulgent with you these past two days, and now you’re pushing your luck? Finley, I’m giving you one last chance. Apologize to me right now, or we’re breaking up!” Whenever she got angry, she would block all my contact methods, giving me no chance to explain. In the past, I tried every way to contact her—sometimes through money transfers, sometimes by adding her as a friend with new accounts I created, humbly begging for her forgiveness. But this time, I just looked at her calmly: “Fine.” Claire stood frozen in place, staring at me with vacant eyes, as if looking at a stranger. After all, every time she mentioned breaking up before, I would humbly beg her to stay. Her lips parted slightly, and after a long pause, she said softly, “Finley, I said we’re breaking up.” My expression remained indifferent: “Yes, I agree to break up.” I dragged my suitcase behind me, coldly walking around Claire’s pale face without looking back as I turned to leave. Behind me came Claire’s furious roar through gritted teeth: “Finley, you better mean it this time and not come crawling back begging for my forgiveness.” I had thought we could have an amicable breakup. I never imagined that Claire would do something so utterly despicable next. When Abigail learned about my breakup, she insisted on meeting Claire in person. She wanted to see for herself what the woman I had loved for three years looked like. As it happened, the hotel where Abigail was staying was about to hold a ceremony for Claire’s promotion to general manager. As a major shareholder behind the group, Abigail didn’t need to attend a branch office appointment ceremony. But she insisted on meeting Claire personally, so I had to agree. I reminded her: “Mom, today you’re just presenting her with the appointment letter. Things between us are completely over, so please don’t bring up anything else.” Abigail looked at me deeply and nodded. I was helping Abigail massage her shoulders when the hotel room door was suddenly pushed open. A group of men rushed in and quickly locked the door behind them. Callum sneered: “I thought something was off when I saw you entering this hotel. With what little you make each month, you can’t afford to spend money at a place like this. Turns out you found yourself a wealthy ‘girlfriend.’ You’d throw away your dignity for some cash. She looks old enough to be your mother.” Anger flared in my chest, and I was about to argue back when the group had already pounced on me, throwing me to the ground and snatching away my phone. Callum pressed his foot hard against my face, his eyes full of mockery: “What do you think Claire would do if she knew what kind of scum you are?” Abigail panicked and tried to help me: “Stop hitting him! He’s my son, you’ve got it all wrong!” Callum grabbed Abigail’s hair with disgust and spat viciously in her face: “Bah, you’re so old and still so shameless!” He suddenly let go and shoved her hard. Abigail fell to the ground unprepared, her head hitting the corner of the bed hard, her face turning white with pain. Seeing Abigail humiliated, I struggled desperately but couldn’t move. “Finley, what were you pretending to be so noble about in front of me?” Callum lifted his foot and kicked hard at my abdomen. I curled up, saying angrily: “Do you know who my mother is? How dare you treat her like…” Callum said: “I caught you two red-handed, and you still want to make excuses? I’m calling Claire right now to let her see your disgusting true colors!” He smugly dialed his phone, and before long, Claire came rushing over, lifting her skirt. She was trembling with rage: “Finley, I never thought…” Abigail struggled to get up, wanting to explain to Claire. But Claire viciously kicked Abigail’s hand away: “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” The sharp high heel struck Abigail’s nasal bone, causing blood to gush immediately. Abigail covered her face, crying out in pain. “Claire, are you insane?” Overwhelming fury nearly burst from my chest. But the group behind me held my shoulders in a death grip, and I couldn’t move. Unwillingness, resentment, and anger filled my chest. I was breathing rapidly, feeling like I was about to explode from frustration. Claire roared: “You’re the one who’s insane! You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Knowing today is my promotion ceremony, you deliberately brought her here to cause trouble, just because I’m breaking up with you? Let me tell you, Finley, we’re completely finished! Drag these two shameless people out of here. Holmes Group doesn’t serve their kind!” Claire furiously directed the group. Callum stood beside her, intimately comforting her while looking at me provocatively. I struggled and fought with everyone, desperately trying to pull away the hands dragging Abigail. “What exactly is going on here?” A deep, authoritative voice rang out with undeniable presence. “Mr. White, what brings you here?” Claire immediately became respectful, bowing and looking obsequiously at manager Bruce White. Everyone else in the room froze in place, instantly falling silent with lowered heads. The noisy room became so quiet that only everyone’s breathing could be heard. “Finley? What’s all this commotion about?” Bruce frowned, looking at me with both anger and confusion. I was breathing heavily, my eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and I said something that no one expected.

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My five-year-old daughter Ada Hunter has a serious problem with lying. When I took her shopping for school supplies, she actually screamed on the street that I was a human trafficker, nearly getting me dragged to the police station for questioning. When we got home, before I could even explain what happened, she threw herself crying into my husband Charles Hunter’s arms and said, “Daddy, Mommy wouldn’t buy me school supplies and she hit me on the street.” I tried to explain the situation to Charles, but after hearing me out, he furiously slapped me across the face. He roared, “She’s only five years old—how could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” Later, when I took Ada to school, she pleaded with me in front of everyone, “Mommy, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take those pictures for the uncles anymore.” Her teacher Mila Mackay opened my bag and found it full of inappropriate photos of Ada. An angry man shoved me into traffic, and I was killed on the spot. Even as I died, I couldn’t understand why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to bring into this world, would treat me this way. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I took Ada shopping for school supplies. Charles said with a smile, “Ada, we’ll take you to buy stationery right away. We’ll make sure Ada becomes a happy little princess.” Ada ignored Charles and instead came forward to tug at my sleeve, “Daddy, I want to go shopping with Mommy. All the other kids have their mommies with them. Mommy, will you come with me?” Ada had grown up in the countryside, and we had only recently brought her to live with us. Since she made this request, Charles naturally wouldn’t refuse. Sure enough, Charles said, “Honey, I’ll give you extra money. Buy Ada whatever she wants—she’s still young, and we’ve already failed her before.” Hearing these familiar words, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, making it almost impossible to breathe. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I had agreed to Charles’s suggestion and happily took Ada to the mall to buy school supplies. But once we got to the mall, Ada insisted on buying a sharp utility knife. I told Ada the knife was too dangerous, and she agreed, even volunteering that children shouldn’t play with knives. Her words made me feel relieved. Worried that Ada might not feel close to me since she hadn’t grown up by my side, I took her to play some games. But when we reached the mall entrance, Ada sat down on the ground and started crying and shouting, “Please don’t take me away! Help! She’s a human trafficker!” The mall was crowded, and everyone gathered around when they heard her cries for help. I desperately tried to explain, and finally some people started to believe me. But the next second, Ada pointed at me again and said, “She really is a human trafficker trying to kidnap me.” The angry crowd called the police, and I was taken to the station for questioning before being released. I couldn’t understand why Ada, who was so well-behaved at home, would tell such lies at the mall. I was furious and wanted to properly discipline her. But as soon as I walked through the door, before I could even speak, she threw herself into Charles’s arms, crying that I had mistreated her.

Ada cried out, “Daddy, save me! I want some pretty school supplies, but Mommy won’t buy them for me and she hit me. It hurts so much.” Charles rolled up her sleeves and found several purple bruises on her body. I was startled and wanted to ask what had happened. But Charles angrily put Ada down and slapped me across the face: “What kind of mother are you? How could you hit a child?” I desperately tried to explain: “She’s lying. Those injuries weren’t caused by me.” I wanted to tell Charles that Ada had lied at the mall, claiming I was a human trafficker, which got me arrested by the police. But Charles didn’t believe me at all. He cut me off and yelled at me: “She’s only five years old. How could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” After that, Charles cut off my living expenses entirely. I was heartbroken and stopped trying to explain, but I became more cautious. I thought this was just an accident, but when I was dropping Ada off at school, she actually pleaded with me at the school gate: “Mommy, please let me go to school, okay? I don’t want to take those photos for the uncles to see.” I was stunned. Before I could react, the kindergarten teacher Mila rushed forward and pulled out a large number of photos from my shoulder bag, with buyers’ names even written on them. After seeing those photos, Mila hugged Ada protectively and accused me: “How could you treat your own biological daughter like this? You’re inhuman!” Before I could explain, an angry man pushed me into the middle of the road, and I was hit and turned into a bloody mess. Before dying, I saw Ada’s malicious look in her eyes. That wasn’t the kind of look a five-year-old girl should have at all. Unfortunately, even until my death, I couldn’t figure out why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to give birth to, would do such things. Every night when I held her to sleep, she would hug my arm and gently kiss my cheek, saying: “Mommy, I love you the most.” Now that I’ve been reborn, I must figure out what’s really going on. With this thought, I glanced at Charles, who was preparing to work from home: “Charles, Ada just got back. Why don’t you drive us there?” Since Charles believed Ada wouldn’t lie, then in this life, I’ll let him see with his own eyes exactly how Ada lies. Charles didn’t hesitate and agreed immediately. After arriving at the mall, Ada jumped out of the car while Charles stayed in the car waiting for us: “I just got a notification about some work I need to handle. You two go ahead and shop. Take good care of Ada. Just come back here when you’re done.” I nodded and walked into the school supply store with an excited Ada. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Ada saw that utility knife, she excitedly ran over: “Mommy, I want this one. It has patterns on it. Please buy this for me, okay?”

I shook my head and crouched down to negotiate with Ada: “This utility knife is too sharp. Let me ask if they have another one that looks the same but is safer, okay?” Ada looked at me with such pure eyes that in that moment, my heart softened. With the store clerk’s help, I bought Ada a utility knife that looked identical but had no sharp edge. Ada happily held her new school supplies and gave me a sweet smile: “Thank you, Mommy. You’re the best to me.” I thought to myself: “Maybe in my past life, I didn’t buy her the things she liked, which is why she treated me that way. Now that I’ve fulfilled her wish, she’ll surely grow closer to me gradually.” Seeing Ada behave normally the whole way, I felt relieved. But as soon as we reached a crowded area, she broke free from my hand and shouted: “Help! She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me!” In that moment, my heart went completely cold. I had countless times thought that Ada calling me a human trafficker in my past life was just a moment of anger. Since she had lived in the countryside with Charles’s mother, Bonnie Hunter, from a young age, maybe Bonnie had casually used “human trafficker” to scare her into behaving, so Ada remembered those words. But now, even after I’d fulfilled her wish, she was still doing this… Upon hearing “human trafficker,” everyone turned to look. Soon people approached cautiously, asking what was happening. “She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me! Save me!” Before I could answer, Ada sat on the ground crying and shouting. Ada was so young that hearing her cries, many people believed her words. One man said: “How could such a small child lie? Who exactly are you?” A woman said: “Don’t even think about running. We’ve already called the police. When they get here, you can wait to be locked up.” Several men even wanted to rush forward and restrain me. Just then, a figure appeared in the crowd. I shouted excitedly: “Honey, come explain to everyone!” Instantly, everyone’s eyes fell on Charles. When Ada was picking out school supplies, I had texted Charles asking him to buy us honey lemon tea. Now that Charles appeared, everyone assumed he was my accomplice and surrounded him too. Seeing this, Ada’s crying suddenly quieted down, and she looked somewhat at a loss. Faced with this situation, Charles was even more anxious than I was, explaining to the people around us that we were a family. But in the end, we were still taken to the police station by the officers who rushed over. After leaving the police station, Charles’s face remained terrifyingly dark. The moment he walked through the front door, he was ready to hit Ada. He roared, “Have you lost your mind? Why did you tell everyone outside that we’re human traffickers?” Charles was livid, his face turning ashen as he delivered a harsh slap to Ada’s bottom. Ada screamed in pain and immediately burst into tears. Watching this scene unfold, I felt secretly pleased, thinking to myself: “Didn’t he always criticize me for scolding Ada? Now it’s his turn. How come he doesn’t understand his own logic?” I quickly pulled Ada into my arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. I said, “Honey, she’s still young and doesn’t know any better. She was just acting up. Why are you getting so angry? What if you hurt Ada?” Charles pointed at Ada, his hands trembling as he said, “Do you know what consequences her lies have caused? One of my important clients happened to be there too. After seeing that situation, he immediately wanted to terminate our partnership. How am I supposed to explain this to my boss? And you’re still protecting her. She’ll definitely cause even bigger problems in the future.” So his work had been affected. No wonder he was so furious when he came home today. I dismissively interrupted Charles: “It’s just one client. We finally brought Ada home. Don’t be so harsh with her. And why are you speaking so nastily? She’s just a child who doesn’t understand yet. There’s no need to talk like that.” Then I held Ada tightly and looked at Charles with contempt: “Are you trying to blame Ada because you didn’t do your job well?” Didn’t Charles think five-year-olds couldn’t lie? In my past life, before I could even explain, he had pushed all the blame onto me. These were the exact words he had said to me in my previous life. Now I was giving them right back to him. This time, he would also taste what it felt like to be wrongfully accused. Charles’s eyes burned with fury: “You spoil her too much.” With that, he left directly. I gently stroked Ada’s hair, comforting her tenderly: “It’s okay. I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” Ada looked at me with eyes full of fear. Clearly, she was afraid of me. I felt somewhat puzzled. I hadn’t done anything to her, so why was she so scared of me? Charles must have been truly upset with me, as he didn’t come home even after dark. After coaxing Ada to sleep, I began searching throughout the house. In my past life, when I went to take Ada to school, Mila had found those photos. Those photos must have been taken beforehand and were definitely hidden somewhere in the house right now. I searched through every room and finally found a metal box with a combination lock under Ada’s bed. I entered Ada’s birthday, but the lock didn’t open. I tried Charles’s birthday, and the lock opened. The moment I opened the box, I was stunned. This mystery that had plagued me for two lifetimes finally had an answer at this moment. I finally understood why Ada wanted me dead.

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Even though my husband’s mother, Patricia Cooper, is mute, strangely enough, I’m the only one in the family who can hear her thoughts. On the day Patricia was hospitalized for surgery, I heard her inner voice. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.] I immediately bought a cotton bedding set and personally changed them for her. However, I never expected Patricia to suddenly start wailing the moment she lay down. Then she pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. My husband Thomas Cooper wouldn’t listen to my explanation and slapped me across the face. “My mom only came to the city because she’s sick. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so!” The day before Patricia’s surgery, her inner voice came through again. [I’m getting old. If I go into surgery, I might not make it out alive. I wish Isabella could bring me my husband’s photo.] Following her request, I brought the photo album and handed it to the nurse. But the nurse publicly berated me as a vicious woman. The album didn’t contain old photos—instead, it was filled with pictures of me abusing Patricia and curse-filled writings. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients in the room, and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t figure out what was really going on with Patricia’s inner voice. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Patricia wanted me to buy cotton sheets. ***** “Mom, I’m going to pay the hospital fees now. Isabella will stay here to help you organize your things. If you need anything, just write it down and tell her,” Thomas said before leaving. Patricia waved at me, pulled out a stack of crumpled bills from her pocket, and pressed them into my hand. Then she pointed at my bare neck and gestured toward a jewelry commercial playing on TV, indicating I should buy myself a necklace too. Although Patricia couldn’t speak, she had treated me like her own daughter ever since I married Thomas. I knew she cared for me, so I genuinely considered her my own mother. “Honey, my mom treats you better than she treats me,” Thomas said jealously when he returned to the room and witnessed this scene. Under their watchful eyes, I suddenly felt my palms grow inexplicably hot, and the air around me seemed to thin. At that moment, I was finally certain I had truly been reborn. In my previous life, after hearing Patricia’s inner voice, I immediately bought cotton sheets to replace hers. But the moment she lay down, she began screaming in agony and pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. The attending physician thought something terrible had happened and rushed in with a group of nurses. Panicked, I quickly explained, “I just picked up the sheets from the dry cleaner, but I don’t know why there were needles in them!” They reluctantly believed me and told me to go home and return tomorrow for further investigation. But just as I was about to leave, Patricia suddenly clutched her stomach and writhed on the bed, revealing bruises from beatings all over her body. The doctor’s expression immediately turned serious, and he called the police on the spot. I grabbed Thomas’s hand, trying to explain, but he slapped me hard across the face. “I was wondering why you were suddenly being so kind. Turns out you wanted to kill my mom with needles!” I frantically explained, “Patricia said she wanted cotton sheets, so I bought them!” Thomas sneered and immediately pushed me to the ground. “Still making excuses? My mom is mute. How could she possibly talk to you? “My mom rarely comes to the city for medical treatment. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so! Why abuse her?” I desperately wanted to explain that I wasn’t lying. Even though Patricia couldn’t speak, I could hear her thoughts. Thomas had the police take me away without looking back. After this incident spread, my company fired me immediately. I thought it was just a misunderstanding, but later when I brought the old photo album following Patricia’s inner voice instructions, the nurse publicly exposed me for long-term abuse. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why only I could hear Patricia’s inner voice. In this life, I silently vowed to uncover the truth and seek justice for my tragic death in the previous life. I pocketed the money and casually helped Patricia pack her belongings. When Thomas wasn’t paying attention, I secretly switched out his phone charger. In my previous life, he left in a hurry after receiving a company call, never understanding the real situation and completely misunderstanding me. This time, I wanted him to see with his own eyes exactly how his mother “spoke.” After hiding the charger, I bent down to organize Patricia’s items according to the doctor’s list. Patricia stared intently at my back, and the familiar inner voice echoed in my mind once again. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.]

I pretended not to hear her and kept my head down, focusing on packing up my things. Seeing no reaction from me, Patricia repeated herself several times in her mind. I continued to act oblivious, which made her so anxious that she kept staring at me. Her intense gaze made my back itch with discomfort. Thomas was a typical workaholic who received countless phone calls every day as a matter of routine. He couldn’t be away from his phone for even five minutes without getting restless, and when he discovered it wouldn’t charge, his expression immediately darkened. He was clearly becoming agitated. Within two minutes, Thomas was ready to leave. Seeing this, I quickly grabbed my bag and followed. “Patricia, I’ve packed everything and double-checked multiple times. You’re not missing anything. If you need something, just text us. Thomas and I have to head back now—we both have early mornings tomorrow.” Patricia clutched the corner of her blanket and kept her head down without speaking. I deliberately asked, “Patricia, Thomas is in a hurry. Is there anything else you need? While we’re still here, why don’t you write it down on paper?” She looked at me deeply, her lips trembling, but no sound came out. Thomas grew impatient and shoved the notepad from the table into her hands. After much hesitation, Patricia finally wrote down “I want cotton bed sheets.” “Alright, Patricia, I’ll have someone bring them to you tomorrow.” I was about to pull Thomas away when Patricia suddenly grabbed my sleeve and wouldn’t let go, insisting she needed them now. Thomas completely lost his patience and took me to the nearest mall. When we returned, I deliberately fumbled around, pretending I didn’t know how to change the bedding, which made Thomas so frustrated that he did it himself. By coincidence, while Thomas was changing her sheets, Patricia was called away for tests and had no idea who had done it. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Patricia lay down, she began screaming in agony, pulling several bloody needles from her body. The doctors immediately rushed into the room upon hearing the commotion, only to find her holding needles in one hand while pointing at me with the other. The moment Patricia pointed at me without hesitation, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished completely. In my previous life, her thoughts had echoed in my mind countless times. I could never understand why she would treat me this way, and I refused to believe she would deliberately hurt me. Her accusation was as disappointing as the slap Thomas had given me that Christmas. I immediately turned to Thomas and asked, “Thomas, how could there be needles in the sheets you changed for Patricia? I know you’re busy with work, but you can’t treat her like this! You’re her son, and she worked hard to raise you. Now that she’s sick, even if you’re impatient, you can’t hide needles in her bedding!” The onlookers immediately began murmuring among themselves, all looking at Thomas with condemning eyes. His pent-up emotions finally exploded: “I’m her son—how could I possibly hurt her?” “We all saw it! You can barely stand being in this room for a few minutes without getting impatient. How could you possibly change your mother’s bedding? You must have done it on purpose!” The family members of other patients in the room pointed at Thomas and accused him harshly.

More and more people gathered around to watch. Thomas angrily shouted at Patricia, “Mom, are you insane? What good does framing me do for you?” Patricia froze, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. I suppressed my laughter. On the surface, I remained calm, but inside I felt absolutely thrilled. In my previous life, when I was falsely accused, Thomas didn’t even give me a chance to explain—he slapped me across the face without hesitation. Now he was lashing out at his own mother. I quickly stepped forward to check Patricia’s injuries, inadvertently revealing the bruises from beatings on her body. “Thomas, what happened to these injuries on Patricia?” Thomas was stunned too. Before he could defend himself, a patient’s family member behind us pointed at Thomas and cursed, “You look all respectable, but you’re nothing but an animal!” “We should call the police! The cops need to handle this!” “Ma’am, don’t be afraid. We’ll testify for you that it was your ungrateful son who hurt you.” The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, pulling out their phones to call the police. Now Patricia panicked. She had intended to frame me, but instead ended up implicating Thomas. She kept grabbing people’s hands to stop them from calling the police, but this only convinced everyone more that she was a pitiful woman who had been abused by her son for a long time and was too afraid to speak up. Thomas trembled with rage, pointing at Patricia and roaring, “Say something! Tell them it wasn’t me! “Speak up! I work for the government. If this gets out, my career will be ruined—I’ll be fired! “Mom, are you trying to destroy my future? I was supposed to get promoted this Christmas!” I sneered inwardly. He was so frantic only because he feared it would affect his job. Hadn’t he been so confident that Patricia wouldn’t speak up before? Now he was desperately forcing her to explain. After Thomas was taken away by the police for questioning, Patricia was so worried she didn’t sleep all night. Early the next morning, Patricia frantically gestured at me as soon as she saw me, wanting me to testify for Thomas. I impatiently interrupted her gestures and pretended to comfort her, “Patricia, don’t worry. If Thomas is innocent, the police will naturally release him after they investigate.” Patricia’s eyes darted around, and suddenly her gaze toward me became strange and unfamiliar. Just then, the monitor suddenly let out a piercing alarm, and many doctors and nurses rushed into the room. Afterward, a doctor handed me a pre-surgery consent form to sign. “Patricia’s current physical condition is very poor, and the surgery carries high risks. If she has any final wishes, you should try to fulfill them.” After the doctor left, Patricia used her eyes to hint at me just like in my previous life—she wanted to see her husband’s photos. Seeing that I remained unmoved, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and write down her final wish on paper: [Before my surgery, I want to see my husband’s photo one more time.] Without hesitation, I agreed and told her to wait peacefully in the hospital room. After returning home, I planned to randomly grab a photo album to deceive her. After all, in my previous life, I had been killed because of her photo album. In this life, I absolutely couldn’t repeat the same mistake. I began searching everywhere for a photo album, planning to grab any random one and head to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I discovered a file folder wrapped tightly in clothes inside Patricia’s closet. The moment I opened the file folder, I saw something I would never forget for the rest of my life.

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When I returned to Christmas 1975, the day my childhood sweetheart Cassius Sullivan proposed to me again, I deliberately tarnished my own reputation, claiming he was just the most unremarkable among my many boyfriends. In my previous life, I had accepted his proposal with joy and anticipation, only to be reported the very next day and lose my job at the dance troupe. My parents fell ill from grief and died, and I was thrown into a cattle shed where my legs were broken. During my darkest hour, Cassius rescued me from that nightmare. Back then, Cassius promised he would always protect me. Deeply moved, I washed his clothes, cooked his meals, bore his children, and watched him rise to become a leader. Meanwhile, I gradually forgot in the daily routine that I had once been the most dazzling star on stage. Until thirty years later, as I lay dying from terminal stomach cancer, writhing in agony on my hospital bed, Cassius and our children were tending to Wendy Ryder, who had merely sprained her ankle. “I truly am sorry that I reported her back then to secure your spot, then married her. I believe these thirty years have settled everything.” “Exactly, Ms. Ryder. You’re beautiful and an excellent dancer—only you deserve my father. My mother is just a crude housewife who can’t compare to you at all.” The happiness I thought I had was nothing but an elaborate deception they had orchestrated. I stormed in angrily to confront them, but my son and daughter stood before me, threatening suicide if I didn’t let Cassius marry Wendy. I died from overwhelming rage, never expecting fate would give me a second chance. ***** I jolted awake, clutching my chest and gasping for air, as if I had just escaped from a nightmare. Opening my eyes, the familiar hospital white walls and antiseptic smell had vanished, replaced by a row of low buildings. Standing before me was a much younger Cassius, still as composed as I remembered. Behind him stood a group of young men in military uniforms, nudging each other and cheering him on. Cassius’s wheat-colored face flushed slightly as he carefully pulled out a box from his uniform pocket. “Elise, will you marry me?” When this familiar scene replayed, I froze for a moment. Then I realized I had been reborn, returned to the moment when Cassius proposed in my previous life. Looking at this man I had known for twenty years and lived with for over thirty, intense hatred suddenly surged in my heart. It was this very proposal that had launched my journey of suffering in my past life. In my previous life, I had joyfully accepted the ring, only to be reported the next day simply for wearing a diamond ring. Everyone said I was vain and didn’t follow the rules. I lost my job, my home was destroyed. My parents even fell gravely ill from anger and eventually died in resentment. Afterward, my legs were broken, and I lay dying, curled up in a cattle shed, unable to see my parents one last time. Overnight, I had fallen from heaven to hell. That’s when Cassius appeared before me like a savior. His face full of guilt, he told me his thoughtlessness had implicated me. Despite others’ objections, he defended me, took me away from the cattle shed, and publicly declared I was his only wife. I regarded him as my redeemer. After marriage, I bore his children and managed the household. In the military family compound, everyone thought I was a virtuous woman. Over thirty years, I transformed from the lead dancer of the troupe into an unknown housewife. My fingers became rough, my face haggard, my figure bloated. When I occasionally encountered former colleagues, I would instinctively hide. However, watching Cassius continuously get promoted and our children get into prestigious schools, I suppressed all my resentment and told myself it was all worth it. But all this happiness I thought I had was fake. When I lay dying from terminal stomach cancer, writhing in agony on my hospital bed, Cassius and our children were caring for Wendy Ryder, who had merely sprained her ankle. “I truly am sorry that I reported her back then to secure your spot, then married her. I believe these thirty years have settled everything.” “Exactly, Ms. Ryder. You’re beautiful and an excellent dancer—only you deserve my father. My mother is just a crude housewife who can’t compare to you at all.” The happiness I thought I had was nothing but an elaborate deception they had orchestrated. I stormed in angrily to confront them, but my son and daughter stood before me, threatening suicide if I didn’t let Cassius marry Wendy. Cassius, the man I trusted most, was actually the mastermind who had kept me in the dark and plunged my entire life into misery. At this moment, he knelt on one knee, but he wasn’t looking at me—instead, his gaze fell on another woman beyond me. His eyes clearly held regret, unwillingness, and a love he could never express.

I turned around and sure enough, Wendy was standing right behind me. Wendy was the sister of Cassius’s fallen comrade and a member of the military band in Cassius’s unit. Her brother had died in the line of duty. In my past life, Cassius always took special care of her because of his comrade’s dying wish. Back then, I was too foolish and never suspected anything between them. I naively believed Cassius only had eyes for me, and I even considered Wendy a close friend. It wasn’t until I witnessed the truth at the hospital that I realized how ridiculous I’d been. Cassius had fallen in love with Wendy, and my two children, whom I’d raised with such devotion, loved her too. Wendy watched coldly as I was played for a fool, enjoying it all without a care in the world, using me as her stepping stone. If I agreed to Cassius’s proposal right now and put on that ill-fitting ring, a report against me would appear on my supervisor’s desk tomorrow. And the dance company spot I’d worked so hard for years to earn would instantly go to Wendy. Wendy would take the opportunity that should have been mine, tour with the company, and eventually become one of the country’s top dancers. Meanwhile, I’d be trapped in the Sullivan family, struggling through the rest of my life. I refused to accept this fate, and I certainly wouldn’t marry this man who had ruined my life again. At that moment, the crowd around us was still cheering, urging Cassius to put the ring on my finger. He opened the velvet box and took out the expensive diamond ring. However, someone noticed his trembling fingers. “Cassius, why are you so nervous? You’re about to marry the woman you love most—don’t get cold feet now!” This seemingly playful comment only made Cassius’s expression grow darker. I sneered inwardly. His comrade’s words were like salt in his wounds. Marry the woman he loved most? He was being forced to marry someone he didn’t love for the sake of the woman he actually loved! “Elise, I’ll put the ring on you.” Knowing he couldn’t hesitate much longer, Cassius seemed to steel himself and immediately grabbed my hand. The diamond ring, which was a full size too big for my ring finger, slipped on easily. He looked dazed for a moment, but he also seemed relieved. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you better from now on.” I couldn’t tell if he was trying to deceive me or comfort himself with those words. I suddenly pulled my hand away, and the ring that had cost him half a year’s salary clattered to the ground. “Cassius, this ring doesn’t fit my finger, which means we’re not right for each other either. Let’s call off our engagement. I don’t want to marry you.” My words stunned everyone present. The soldiers who had been cheering fell silent, and Cassius’s face turned ashen—he clearly hadn’t expected me to reject him publicly. After all, in my previous life, I had cared so much about him and followed him around every day. Of course, no one could have imagined I would suddenly make such a decision. Wendy immediately panicked. She stepped forward, pretending to be concerned as she tried to persuade me: “Elise, marriage isn’t a game. You and Major Sullivan have always loved each other deeply, so why don’t you want to marry him all of a sudden?” Wendy completely ignored the issue of the ring size, making it seem like I was being unreasonable. The shock on Cassius’s face gradually turned to anger, and he grabbed my wrist tightly. “Elise, stop making a scene! Everyone’s laughing at us! Come home with me first!” Cassius couldn’t stand his comrades’ strange looks, and he was even more furious that my words in front of Wendy had embarrassed him. In fact, he had already promised Wendy that he would definitely get her into the dance company. My wrist ached from his grip, but he didn’t care at all. “Let go, Cassius! If you don’t release me right now, I’m calling the police and reporting you for assault!” Cassius stopped in his tracks, staring at me in disbelief. “Elise, you’re going to call the police?”

I stepped back several paces, deliberately putting distance between Cassius and myself. “I’ve already told you—I don’t want to marry you, and I don’t want anything to do with you. Since you’re forcing me to leave with you, why can’t I call the police?” Wendy jumped in again, frowning as she said, “Elise, you and Cassius have always been close. He was just putting a ring on your finger. You can throw a tantrum, but there’s no need to accuse him like this. Aren’t you trying to ruin his reputation?” I hadn’t expected Wendy to be so quick-witted, immediately shifting the focus of the conflict. I had clearly refused to get entangled with Cassius, yet she kept saying I was being unreasonable and deliberately trying to destroy his reputation. The soldiers who had been watching the drama all turned to look at me, their expressions no longer as friendly as before. They were all Cassius’s comrades, naturally taking his side. “Miss Lopez, everyone in the military housing community knows you and Major Sullivan are engaged. He was just holding your hand—why are you calling him a creep?” “Yeah, even if the ring doesn’t fit right, you can get it resized. Don’t be so difficult and hurt Major Sullivan’s career.” “What are you all talking about? You better take a good look!” Hearing these words, I let out a cold laugh, picked up the ill-fitting diamond ring, and grabbed Wendy’s hand. “Elise, what are you doing?” Wendy tried to struggle, but I forcibly slipped the ring onto her ring finger. The ring fit her finger perfectly. I had known all along that this ring, which was too loose for me, was prepared by Cassius for the woman he truly loved. Everyone present fell silent instantly, looking at Cassius and Wendy with suspicious eyes. A flash of panic crossed Cassius’s face, but he quickly composed himself. “I see. Elise, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t know how to pick out rings, so I specifically asked Wendy to help me choose one. I originally wanted her to help try it on for size, but I didn’t realize you two have different finger sizes. It’s my fault—please don’t overthink this. Nothing happened between Wendy and me!” Seeing him desperately trying to distance himself from her, Wendy blinked and quickly explained, “He’s right. Elise, this is just a coincidence. Don’t let me ruin your relationship with Major Sullivan, or I really wouldn’t know what to do.” The two kept making excuses, trying to turn this into a misunderstanding. But I remained unmoved, saying mockingly, “There are so many people in this military community, and many of the men are already married. Why did you specifically ask the unmarried Wendy to help you pick out a ring? What a coincidence.” Hearing my words, the soldiers who had initially believed them suddenly came to their senses. They thought: “Yeah, why did he have to pick out a ring with an unmarried woman? There are plenty of married guys among us!” I seized the opportunity to expose the truth directly. “Cassius, do you think I don’t know? Your monthly salary is twenty-five hundred dollars. You keep five hundred for yourself and give the remaining two thousand to Wendy. Why are you so insistent on proposing to me? Do you want to leave me with nothing to depend on?” In my previous life, this was exactly what Cassius had done. On the surface, he appeared successful—a rising military officer. But in reality, whenever we earned money, he always found excuses to give it to Wendy. When our son had a high fever as a child, I had to borrow money from my parents to pay for his treatment. Unfortunately, he grew up to be an ungrateful child. Cassius stammered, “I’m taking care of her on behalf of her brother! Wendy is just a girl—it’s not easy for her to live alone. Elise, can’t you be more understanding?” I couldn’t be bothered to waste more words on him and just stared at him with a cold smile. The expressions of those around us also turned mocking. Clearly, they believed what I had said. Wendy was furious, but she pretended to look extremely wronged. “So, Elise, you still suspect that Major Sullivan and I are involved? How could you think that of me? If I really were the kind of woman who seduces other people’s fiancés, I might as well just kill myself!” While crying and shouting, she quickly rushed toward the nearby wall. If Cassius hadn’t grabbed her in time, she really would have crashed into it. Even so, her forehead was injured and bleeding as she collapsed weakly into Cassius’s arms. “Sob… Cassius, why did you save me? My brother is dead, and now I’m being slandered like this. What’s the point of living?” “Miss Lopez, please rest assured—even though I’m just a helpless young woman, I absolutely won’t allow you to slander Major Sullivan and me! If I die, please stop fighting with Major Sullivan.” Seeing that I had driven the woman he loved to the point of wanting to prove her innocence through death, Cassius flew into a rage. “Enough! I told you nothing happened between Wendy and me! Since I’m engaged to you, I will definitely marry you. Why do you insist on slandering other women? Elise, you’ve really disappointed me! I’m taking Wendy to the medical office now. Think about what you’ve done!” With that, Cassius picked up the pretending-to-be-unconscious Wendy and walked away. The comrades who had come with him exchanged glances and left awkwardly. No one could have imagined that what was supposed to be a beautiful proposal would end up like this. I didn’t go straight home. Instead, I took a detour to the Sullivan family’s villa. When Cassius’s parents saw me, their faces immediately lit up with joy. “Elise is here! Too bad Cassius isn’t home—what terrible timing.” Hearing his mother’s words, I felt deeply disappointed. Cassius’s parents had always treated me well. In my previous life, after I married Cassius and had children, they often helped me. Even before they passed away, they repeatedly urged Cassius to treat me well. Unfortunately, our marriage had been a mistake from the very beginning. After chatting with them briefly, I excused myself to go to Cassius’s room. Ironically, after knowing him for so many years, I knew every little habit of his by heart. He always loved hiding important items under his pillow—a habit that had never changed. Sure enough, this time was no different. I found the accusation letter he had prepared under his pillow. Looking at the familiar handwriting, I noticed the thin paper trembling slightly in my hands. I hastily stuffed the letter into my pocket and took one last look around the room. Everything was neat and orderly—typical of Cassius’s style. At that moment, the cloth doll I had once sewn by hand lay forlornly on the floor like discarded trash. I vaguely remembered how I had unreasonably demanded that he display that doll in the most prominent spot in his room. But now, that spot was occupied by an exquisite figurine. I knew exactly who had given it to him. Even though I had long given up on Cassius, I still couldn’t help feeling deeply saddened. I felt sad for our childhood friendship and sorry for the girl who had once truly loved him. Since he didn’t cherish any of it, there was no need to keep what I had given him. I picked up the cloth doll and casually tossed it into the trash can before heading home as if nothing had happened. Seeing my parents sitting safely on the living room sofa, I immediately burst into tears. More than thirty years had passed, and I never thought I’d see them again. They had lived modest and frugal lives. If I hadn’t been deceived and framed by Cassius in my previous life, they could have enjoyed their golden years in peace. Instead, they had died in anger and resentment just before dawn, worried sick about me. Seeing my tears, they immediately asked with concern what had happened, their worried expressions making me feel even more guilty. I nervously brought up Cassius’s marriage proposal. In my memory, my parents seemed to think highly of Cassius. I wasn’t sure if they would agree to me breaking off the engagement. However, after hearing my account, my father Brad Lopez unexpectedly slammed the table in fury. “How dare that bastard bully my daughter for another woman?” My mother held my hand, her eyes full of concern. “Elise, this isn’t your fault. Tell me, do you still love Cassius?” No wonder she asked. Over all these years, they had seen how much I loved Cassius. But I simply shook my head gently. “Dad, Mom, he’s fallen in love with another woman. I don’t want to marry him anymore.” After hearing my words, my mother looked even more heartbroken. “That’s okay! Elise, you’re so wonderful—he’s just too blind to see it clearly. You’re about to join the dance company, and you’ll have many more opportunities in the future.” Just then, there was a knock at the door. When Brad opened it and saw Cassius, his expression immediately turned cold. “What are you doing here?” Cassius responded with obvious displeasure: “Mr. Lopez, I’m here to discuss something with Elise.” “Then say it right here!” Cassius looked even more furious. Constrained by Brad’s presence, Cassius suppressed his anger and said: “I just took Wendy to the infirmary. She injured her forehead and might be left with a scar. “Elise, you went too far. You made her nearly disfigured out of jealousy. I want you to give your spot in the dance company to Wendy as compensation.” I laughed coldly in anger: “Cassius, are you insane? How can you ask me to give up my spot in the dance company? “Do you know how long I’ve been secretly practicing to get into that company?” Cassius ignored my fury completely. “You nearly disfigured Wendy. Is one spot really that important? This is what you owe Wendy!” I rolled my eyes. “Give me a break. If she had gone to the hospital any later, her wound probably would have healed already. “Besides, did I force her to run into that wall? Even if she really was disfigured, what does that have to do with me?” Cassius looked at me with disappointment and said: “Elise, when did you become so vicious? If you hadn’t made wild accusations, why would Wendy have run into the wall?” He clenched his fists, looking like he was shouldering a heavy burden. “Elise, listen. I’m doing this entirely to protect your reputation. “As long as you’re willing to give your spot to Wendy, we can treat this whole thing as a misunderstanding. In three days, we can discuss our wedding.” Cassius threatened and tempted me at the same time, thinking he’d given me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Even though I’d shown such resistance before, he still didn’t believe I was genuinely rejecting him—he just thought I was throwing a tantrum. I felt absolutely disgusted and grabbed a broom, swinging it at him hard. “Get out! Get out!” Cassius couldn’t dodge in time and got hit several times, stumbling backward. Brad quickly shut the door, keeping him outside. Only after Cassius completely disappeared did I gradually calm down and stop feeling so sick. Mom brought me a glass of water, looking at me with worry. “Elise, are you okay?” I blinked, forcing back the tears. “Dad, Mom, I’ve decided to join the dance company’s project. I’m leaving for New York in three days. I’m never coming back. Once I become famous, I’ll bring you both to live with me in New York!” Staring at the closed door, Cassius felt an uneasy stirring, as if something was slipping beyond his control. After returning home, Cassius heard from his parents that I had come looking for him, which gave him some relief. Sure enough, he thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He wondered, “If she doesn’t marry me, who else would she marry?” Cassius knew exactly how much I loved him. Since childhood, I’d followed him around like his shadow. Though he felt nothing for me, when he heard others talk about how such a beautiful girl was so infatuated with him, he couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased. Besides, if I gave up the spot, Cassius did feel guilty. Cassius had originally planned to secretly report my ring, but since I wasn’t wearing it, he had to use Wendy’s injury to threaten me instead. He certainly knew Wendy’s wall collision had nothing to do with me, but since he’d promised Wendy he’d get her the spot, he couldn’t go back on his word. Cassius planned to treat me better in the future to make up for everything he’d done to me. Before I knew it, the third day arrived, and Cassius got up early. Seeing him so happy, his comrades teased him: “Major Sullivan, you look so cheerful—what’s the good news?” Cassius couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt incredibly relaxed. He thought, “Marrying Elise counts as good news, right?” Cassius remembered how during childhood games of house, I always insisted on being his wife. Now my wish seemed about to come true. As long as I gave up the dance company spot, even if Cassius couldn’t marry the woman he loved most, he figured living with me wouldn’t be too bad. At this thought, his smile grew even brighter. “Of course. I’m getting married today.” His comrades quickly congratulated him. “Congratulations, Cassius! Don’t forget to invite us to the wedding reception. Your bride is Elise, right?” “Who else would it be?” Cassius smiled as he pushed open his superior’s office door. As soon as he entered, he told his superior about getting married. His superior just looked at him with a strange expression. “You came alone? Where’s your girlfriend?” Cassius froze. He thought, “Right, where’s Elise? Didn’t I tell her to meet me in three days? Why isn’t she here?” Cassius suddenly panicked. He hurriedly excused himself and rushed to my house. My parents answered the door. Cassius felt I must have told them something, because they no longer looked at him with the same friendliness as before. He thought I was being unreasonable. He wondered, “We’re about to be family—why won’t she put in a good word for me?” He asked urgently, “Mr. Brad Lopez, Mrs. Karen Lopez, where’s Elise? Did she forget today was the day we were supposed to discuss marriage?” Brad’s cold laugh was his only response. Cassius immediately felt devastated. That ominous feeling reached its peak. Brad hesitated for a moment, then said something that shocked Cassius to his core. “What are you talking about? Elise told us long ago she wouldn’t marry you. She’s already left, so stop daydreaming!”

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Three years before Christmas, my boyfriend Sam Clarke dumped me after hooking up with the richest man’s daughter. On my way home, I was attacked by thugs. After being assaulted, I was left to die in the wilderness, but Zac Reid saved me. Later, I left my hometown and spent three years living with Zac in a cheap rental apartment. This simple life gave me hope for the future. I had been told I could never get pregnant, but holding the pregnancy test results, I wanted to share the good news with Zac. But then I overheard his conversation with someone else. “Mr. Reid, Miss Reid says you’ve had your fun and should come home now.” “We’ll see.” “You’re not actually falling for that orphan Evie Sutton, are you?” “If she knew that the one who stole her man and caused her assault was your own sister, I’m afraid…” “Shut up! How could I like such trash? I’m just playing around with her. Tell my sister I’ll be back soon.” So what I thought was salvation was just another cruel twist of fate. Through the slightly open door, I could only see Zac’s devastatingly handsome profile. His words hit me like thunder, completely shattering my heart. My mind went blank. Indeed, he never seemed like someone poor. But he had spent three years living this humble life with me, which is why I was fooled for so long. Before being discovered, I stumbled away. Only when I got outside could I breathe properly, but I still couldn’t believe the truth. Three years ago, Sam asked me to meet him at the park to break up. We had grown up together in the orphanage. For all these years, we were inseparable, but I never expected our love would ultimately lose to reality. He said Elise Reid was the richest man’s daughter, and this was his only chance to rise above his station. He begged me not to hold him back. How could I bear to hold him back? We both knew how hard those days of being looked down upon were. We both cried when we broke up. In the end, I watched helplessly as he got into Elise’s car. I thought that was the worst thing that could happen. From then on, I would have to drift through life alone. But suddenly, several drunk men emerged from the darkness, adding another dirty mark to my already bleak life. I don’t know how I survived those five-plus hours. I only remember the weeds beneath me being torn to shreds by my hands, every fingernail filled with dirt. From struggling so hard, almost all my nails came off. At dawn, there was a torrential downpour, but the rain couldn’t wash away the filth on my body. I waited second by second for death to come, but I didn’t die. Instead, I found the ray of light that would save me. I once thought Zac was my salvation. He stayed with me through two years of trauma after that incident. He even left our hometown with me to help me recover faster, working two jobs to support me and take me to see doctors. If I hadn’t heard the truth, how much longer would I have been kept in the dark? The ringing phone interrupted my thoughts. Seeing “Zac” displayed on the screen, tears streamed down my face. Both Zac and Elise had the surname Reid. How could I be so stupid not to realize they were siblings for three whole years? Just before the call would automatically disconnect, I pressed the answer button. Zac’s clear voice came through: “Evie, where are you? Why aren’t you back yet?” An indescribable bitterness rose in my heart, along with some nausea. Acting was still acting. It wouldn’t be fun to keep pretending I knew nothing. I responded coldly: “I’m downstairs, I’ll be right up.” Sensing something wrong with my tone, he paused: “What’s wrong? Evie, you seem unhappy.” I didn’t waste words and hung up directly. Before going back, I wiped away my tears and pretended nothing had happened. Zac was very handsome. He carefully observed my expression. Looking anxious like a child who had done something wrong, he asked: “Evie, if I did something wrong, please tell me, okay?” Looking at his seemingly genuine expression, my heart was torn apart in agony. If only I hadn’t heard those words he said. How could he be so cruel as to toy with me like a dog? I suppressed the urge to confront him and forced a pale smile: “You didn’t do anything wrong. When I went out, I think I ran into someone who hurt me before.” His expression froze, something quickly flashed in his eyes, then he stepped forward to embrace me. “How is that possible? Those animals were all arrested back then and haven’t been released yet. You must have seen wrong. There are many people who look similar in this world. We’re thousands of miles away…” A scalding tear fell on his shirt, and I asked hoarsely: “Were they really all arrested?” I could clearly feel Zac’s body stiffen. In that moment, all my suspicions were confirmed. “Of course! I handled it personally. Don’t you trust me?” I buried my face in his chest, unable to control my sobs. He thought I was emotionally overwhelmed by memories of the past. What he didn’t know was that I was crying for my ridiculous life. The two men I’d loved in my lifetime were both trying to kill me! I wanted to ask him whether these three months of meticulous care were some rich man’s twisted amusement, or his way of atoning for his dear sister’s sins. A sharp phone ring cut through the air. Zac released me. I caught something strange in his eyes. “Evie, I have some work to take care of. Just stay home and wait for me, don’t go anywhere, okay? I’m worried about you.” I nodded. After he left, I quietly followed him. As far as I knew, he’d been working two jobs these past three months to support me and pay for my treatment. In the evening, he should be heading to the bar where he worked as a server. He’d told me that while the place was chaotic, he could earn decent tips on good nights. It was substantial income that helped make my life more comfortable. I’d always been grateful for his sacrifice, so I worked hard to get better. I was planning and dreaming about our future. I’d even gotten pregnant with his child, but reality shattered my hopes. The bar’s music was deafeningly loud. It wasn’t too crowded yet. So I immediately spotted Zac, who stood out with his height, looks, and presence. He’d changed out of his cheap clothes. The designer suit made him look distinguished and untouchable. I hid in a dark corner, listening to people flatter him. “Mr. Reid, you’re here on time again today? You’ve been coming here punctually for three months straight just to hide your identity from that little girlfriend of yours. Aren’t you tired?” Zac held his drink, wearing an amused smile. “I’m getting a bit tired. Mainly because putting on this act every day is exhausting. Next time I’ll tell her I switched jobs, find somewhere else to have fun.” Witnessing his lies and deception firsthand, my love was truly shattered. Zac, I was never just a toy for you siblings to pass the time. I’m done playing your games.

After leaving the bar, I called the hospital to schedule an abortion. Just as I hung up, I caught a glimpse of a graceful figure stepping out of a Maybach. My blood ran cold. It was Elise! The one holding the car door open for her was my ex-boyfriend Sam. No wonder Zac looked strange when he answered the phone earlier. He had arranged to meet Elise here. They didn’t notice me. I watched them walk into the bar, hatred surging through me like a tidal wave. I deliberately timed it, calling Zac after he had met up with them. But Zac hung up on me. For the past three years, he’d always played the perfect boyfriend. He never hung up on me or made himself unreachable. I called again. This time, he answered. But I heard no background noise. Clearly, he’d stepped away from the crowd. “Are you working?” Zac lied with a straight face: “Yeah. Evie, I’m hiding in the bathroom to take your call. I’m going to get in trouble for this.” Thinking of him in his expensive suit telling lies, I found it utterly ridiculous. I paused: “I’m scared being home alone, so I came to find you.” Hearing this, Zac was clearly panicked: “You came to the bar? Where are you?” I said softly: “At the entrance.” Zac’s breathing became heavy. He probably wasn’t done having his fun and hadn’t figured out how to handle it when I discovered him with Elise and Sam. He fell into a long silence. Suddenly, I lost interest: “I’m kidding. I didn’t come. I’ll wait for you at home.” Zac let out a long sigh of relief: “You’re not feeling well, so don’t go running around. I’ll try to come home early. This is all for our future. Once I save enough money, I’ll marry you.” Marry me? I had genuinely looked forward to my wedding with Zac. When I found out I was pregnant, I even cried tears of joy. I thought I could start a new chapter of life with him, completely leaving the past behind. From then on, we and our child would live a simple life together. It sounded wonderful. Who knew fate loved to play such cruel tricks on me. After hanging up, I took a taxi back to the cramped subsidized apartment and took inventory of everything that belonged to me. Besides my documents, I only had a few sets of cheap clothes. Those clothes were all bought by Zac after I came to this city. I always felt bad about his hard work and couldn’t bear to spend his money. I laughed coldly, thinking how stupid I’d been. Before Zac came home, I secured my documents and disposed of that pregnancy test that shouldn’t have existed. At the same time, I applied online for a name change. I knew the Reid family was powerful, but I still had to do everything I could to escape their control. I was born an orphan with no one to care about me. From now on, I’d continue drifting alone. A harbor I’d happened to depend on wasn’t necessarily a true refuge. In the early morning hours, Zac came home reeking of alcohol. Every single day for the past three years, he’d come home drunk. Before, I felt sorry for his relentless work, so I always prepared a glass of water for him. Now I knew he wasn’t working but living it up, so naturally I prepared nothing. After his shower, he slipped into bed with his damp, fragrant scent and naturally pulled me into his arms. He seemed somewhat aggrieved: “Evie, don’t you love me anymore? You didn’t prepare a glass of water for me today.” In the darkness, tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, disappearing into the pillow. He was such a good actor. Even though he was just playing me, he had to perform every detail so skillfully. He could easily detect all my subtle changes, clearly knowing what each of my expressions meant. He was a natural-born actor. Getting no response from me, he thought I was asleep. Gentle kisses fell on my chest and neck. I heard his possessive whisper: “I saw Sam today. He’s not as good-looking or well-connected as I am. Why can’t you forget about him? “I just appeared a few years later than he did. Can’t I be the exception who successfully makes you forget him?” I pretended to just wake up and stopped his hand from lifting my skirt. He became more persistent: “Evie, you’re awake? Did I come home too late today? Is that why you forgot to prepare water for me?” I nodded perfunctorily. Unsatisfied, he kissed my lips. Images of being violated three years ago flashed through my mind, and my stomach immediately churned. I pushed him away and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting up all the acid in my stomach. Before I could recover, a clear, low voice suddenly came from behind me. “You missed your period this month. Are you pregnant?”

My whole body trembled, but I forced myself to stand calmly. “Did you forget what the doctor said? That I can never get pregnant again? I just have an upset stomach.” Hearing my words, Zac showed a guilty expression. He held me tightly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you think about these unhappy things.” The more he acted like this, the more ridiculous I found it. I’m just a nobody. Why would the heir of the Reid family humble himself to coax me for three years? After taking the stomach medicine he gave me, I went back to bed. I could clearly feel that he was already aroused. But he restrained himself and didn’t touch me. He just held me and wouldn’t let go. In my daze, I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. Sam and I were together for twenty years, but he casually abandoned me for another woman. Zac and I have been together for three years. Everything about him is fake, yet he acts so sincere in every way. Early the next morning, Zac left the house under the pretense of going to work. I first went to change my name with my documents, from Evie Sutton to Rebecca Ryan. My father’s name was Ryan Sutton. I once had parents, but my father ran away and abandoned my mother and me. After my mother died from illness, young me had no one to care for me, so I was sent to an orphanage. I want to inherit my mother’s surname. The name Evie was given to me by my parents. I believe my parents once loved each other. But love does exist, and it does change in an instant. After changing my name, I went to the hospital for my appointment. The doctor advised me: “This might be your only chance in this lifetime to become a mother. Are you really going to have an abortion?” I hesitated. An evil thought crossed my mind. If Zac knew I gave birth to his child, would he go crazy? The trash he spoke of bore his child. Wouldn’t that be a kind of revenge? As if possessed, I decided to keep this child. I had originally planned to leave before dark, but when I returned home to pack, I found Zac was home. Seeing me, he was delighted, as if he’d found a lost gem. “Where did you go?” He knew I rarely went out alone. But lately, I’d been going out by myself frequently. I calmly fabricated a lie: “Didn’t I have an upset stomach last night? I went to the hospital for a check-up. Fortunately, nothing’s wrong.” He was very suspicious and reached for my bag. “Let me see the test results.” I had already disposed of what needed to be disposed of, so I wasn’t afraid of him looking. “Those reports were useless, so I threw them away.” He frowned slightly. After looking at me for a while, he walked into the kitchen. “You rest. I’ll cook for you. I’m not going out tonight. I quit my job at the bar.” Watching his busy figure, I wanted to cry. Over these three years, his cooking skills had gotten better and better, all practiced for me. This couldn’t be faked. But I also knew that when he said he quit the bar job, it was just because he was tired of pretending to work at the same place. I no longer wanted to care about these lies. Because Zac was home, it disrupted my plan to leave. That night he made love to me intensely. I couldn’t refuse, afraid he’d notice something unusual. But surprisingly, the child in my belly had no problems. After he fell asleep, I tried to get up. He immediately woke up. “Where are you going?” I vaguely felt something was wrong. Had he noticed something? But he didn’t seem like it. I tried my best to soothe him, until the next day when he had to leave for ‘work,’ and I finally found a chance to leave. Over the years, Zac had given me some money, saying it was all earned by him. I had been saving it without spending. I only took enough money to settle somewhere else. The rest, I left for him. After boarding the long-distance bus, watching the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the window, I felt very calm inside. I thought: “Rebecca, from now on you’ll be alone. No one will threaten your life anymore.” At the office, Zac had been restless all day. Having come to this city three years ago, he had acquired a small company but pretended to work like an ordinary employee every day. Evie knew nothing about any of this. As noon approached, his agitation nearly drove him mad, so he headed straight home. In the tiny subsidized apartment, there was no sign of Evie. He panicked, searching every corner. Her clothes were still in the closet, but her documents were gone. Her phone kept going straight to voicemail, sending his heart sinking deeper with each attempt. A thought crossed his mind, and he called Elise instead. The moment she picked up, he couldn’t control his fury: “Did you go after her? What did you do to her?” Elise snapped back indignantly: “Zac, have you lost your mind? I’m your sister. You’re yelling at me over some trash?” Zac completely ignored Elise’s protests: “Where is she?” “I never went looking for her! Why would I? I know Sam still has feelings for her—why would I get involved with her again?” Elise raised her voice: “You were the one who said you were afraid she’d call the police and cause trouble for me. You said you wanted to mess around with her. What’s this about? Have you actually fallen for her? “Zac, show some backbone, will you? You could have any woman you want. She’s nothing but a slut. Didn’t you see with your own eyes what happened to her?” Before Elise could finish, Zac hung up. It was true—while Elise had arranged for those men to assault Evie, he had been there the whole time. Evie just didn’t know it. The sight of Evie, broken and waiting to die in the pouring rain, had stirred his compassion. So he had saved her. But he had been complicit from the beginning and was far from innocent. Initially, he had indeed been thinking of Elise, planning to toy with Evie. But after three years together, he had fallen in love with her. Born into the scheming world of a wealthy family, he was still an illegitimate son living in the shadows. Elise was the only family member who treated him well, so he was willing to do anything for her. But it was the first time he had witnessed such pure love in Evie. Her love was the most innocent thing he’d ever known. Slumping onto the couch in defeat, Zac felt something beneath him. He pulled it out—a letter. Seeing the delicate handwriting on the envelope, he began trembling uncontrollably, taking several attempts to tear it open. Inside was just a single line. [Mr. Reid, was it fun these past three years? I’m done playing your game.] She knew everything!

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