“Take me to the hospital right now, I’m sick!” My son Leo Langley threw himself at my feet, raising his little fists to pound on my thighs. “My stomach hurts, my head hurts, everything hurts!” Seeing the young Leo appear so vividly before me, I finally believed I had truly been reborn. But the rage from before my death hadn’t subsided. Just thinking about how Leo, whom I had carefully raised, would deceive me by faking illness and pretending to die just to help Skyla Cox raise money to send her abroad, even affectionately calling her mom, filled me with disgust. I believed I had fulfilled my duties as a mother to Leo. In my past life, when I heard him say he was in pain, I didn’t care about losing face and begged drivers on my knees to help us get to the hospital by bus. While I worried about his health, he and his father were scheming about how to deceive me and gain my trust. Right, and there was my husband Scott Langley, a commander in the military. Both Scott and Leo were completely infatuated with Skyla. Heaven took pity on me and granted me this rebirth. So I would never give them another chance to harm me! Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Leo’s fists rained down on me like hailstones. “Bad mommy, I want to go to the hospital!” “Oh.” I nodded indifferently. But I turned around, walked into the bedroom, and lay down to rest. Leo was stunned. Gritting his teeth, he threw himself on the floor and made a scene, crying his eyes out. But I remained unmoved. “You’re just a bad woman!” He screamed and rushed out of the house, running to the middle-aged women who were gathered together playing cards. “My mommy won’t take me to the hospital.” He looked pitiful while casting sly glances at me. “My whole body hurts, I feel so awful.” Those neighbors’ faces instantly darkened. “Yasmin Channing, are you even human!” They roared: “Your child is sick and you don’t even know to take him to the hospital. What kind of mother are you?” Seeing me walk out of the house, Leo scrambled over. “Mommy, I’ll never cause trouble again.” He put on an innocent act. “Please take me to the hospital.” “Sure.” I smiled slightly, grabbed Leo by the collar, and locked him directly into the abandoned chicken coop nearby. “Mommy!” Leo was dumbfounded, crying in terror inside the chicken coop. The people who came over to watch the commotion were even more stunned. “Yasmin, what are you doing?” I dusted off my hands. “This is a folk remedy from my hometown. Whenever kids make a fuss about feeling unwell, they stay in the chicken coop for two days and get better. No need to go to the hospital at all.” One of the neighbors, Lily Smith, widened her eyes. “How is that possible?” “Yasmin Channing! Haven’t you caused enough trouble?” A vigorous scolding voice came from behind me. My whole body trembled. “You were already ignorant back in your hometown, and now you want to use your stupidity to kill Leo?” Scott’s face was full of rage, as if he wanted to strangle me on the spot. “I never should have brought you here to live with me!” “Calm down, don’t blame Yasmin.” Skyla, dressed in a long gown, gently smoothed Scott’s brow. “She’s from the countryside and lacks knowledge and perspective. It’s not her fault. As long as she learns from her mistakes, that’s what matters.” With that, she smiled sweetly and leaned against Scott’s shoulder, looking down at me with superiority. No one found their overly intimate behavior inappropriate. It was as if Skyla was the real mistress of this household. She stole my opportunity, and he caused my lifelong disability. I would settle this score slowly. Scott forcibly broke open the chicken coop and pulled Leo out. “I’m taking him to the hospital now.” He said coldly, “If they find anything wrong with him, you’ll take full responsibility.”

Just ten minutes after arriving at the hospital, Skyla handed me a diagnosis report confirming “blood cancer.” “I never expected Leo to have such bad luck,” she said with red-rimmed eyes. “Blood cancer is a malignant tumor. The doctor says we need to prepare at least a hundred thousand dollars for treatment.” Skyla looked up, cautiously testing me with her gaze: “Yasmin, since you’re Leo’s biological mother, you’ll definitely help raise money for his treatment, right?” This exact scene had played out in my previous life. Back then, when Skyla handed me the diagnosis, I was so shocked by the news that I didn’t know what to do. I had no time to question its authenticity and frantically ran out to raise money. In the 1980s, job opportunities were scarce. To earn money, I worked even during my sleeping hours. When I couldn’t make enough, I went door to door begging for loans on my knees, enduring countless cold stares. But I never imagined that all the money I desperately scraped together went straight into Skyla’s pocket, funding her extravagant lifestyle while studying abroad. This time, she won’t get a single penny from me! “What are you standing there for?” Scott glared at me. “Since you know Leo is sick, why aren’t you out raising money?” “Oh, right,” he continued, “you can give your study abroad spot to Skyla while you stay home and take good care of Leo.” Scott didn’t hesitate to hand over my future to another woman. “This hospital’s examination isn’t accurate enough,” I said, holding Leo tightly in my arms. “We need to get a second opinion at another hospital to be sure.” The moment I finished speaking, both their expressions froze. Skyla quickly tried to stop me: “There’s no need for such trouble. This hospital is fine…” “I’m his biological mother, so I make the decisions.” I forcibly took Leo to another newly opened hospital in town. After three hours of comprehensive testing, I received Leo’s medical report. “Look, the previous hospital misdiagnosed him,” I said with a slight smile. “All his indicators are normal. Leo doesn’t have blood cancer at all.” After seeing the report, Skyla’s face turned deathly pale. Leo, who had been constantly complaining about feeling unwell, suddenly fell silent. “I suspect his physical condition has declined from staying home too long,” I said with a smile. “The sports academy happens to be recruiting. Let’s send him there for some training to support the national fitness initiative.” The sports academy only gave students time off once every two weeks, and the living conditions there were extremely harsh. Since Leo didn’t appreciate his current life and insisted on caring about an outsider, I’d send him to experience the rigors of collective training. “I won’t go!” Leo panicked. “Skyla! Mom, save me! I don’t want to go to the sports academy!” Skyla’s face turned ashen. “Leo, you’re mistaken. I’m not your mother—you should call me Auntie,” she said, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t call me that anymore.” “But Dad clearly said…” “Stop talking!” Skyla fled in panic. Scott shot me a fierce glare and hurried after her. My smile turned cold. No wonder Leo was so close to Skyla—Scott had been secretly having Leo call her mom behind my back. I left Leo in the pediatric examination room and went out to pay for the tests. That’s when I unexpectedly spotted Skyla crying in a corner. “Will I never be able to go abroad?” she sobbed with red eyes. “But studying overseas is my dream. Ever since I was little, Grandma told me stories about her time studying abroad, so I’ve always yearned for it. Why can’t Yasmin just play dumb and help me get the spot and tuition? It’s not like I wouldn’t be grateful.” Scott pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of sympathy. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure out the money and the spot,” he said.

Skyla broke into a smile through her tears and planted a gentle kiss on Scott’s cheek. I had no interest in watching any longer. After paying the examination fee, I immediately left the hospital with Leo. I enrolled Leo in the sports academy. No matter how much he cried and threw tantrums, I remained firm and refused to soften. Without having to care for a child, I finally had plenty of time to study foreign languages and prepare for studying abroad. After a few peaceful days, Scott suddenly came home. Ever since Skyla moved here, he’d been staying with her in the dormitory most of the time, rarely coming home. In my previous life, I hadn’t been without my complaints. But he’d shut me down with a simple “Living with Skyla is just out of habit.” I couldn’t be bothered with Scott and continued reading my book. Suddenly, his warm body pressed against me, carrying the scent of laundry soap, his hands caressing my shoulders. “It’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.” As if that wasn’t enough, he actually lifted me up with his strong arms. “We haven’t been intimate in a long time.” He looked at me with intense eyes. “Let’s try tonight.” Scott brazenly placed a condom right in front of me. Honestly, with his daily training regimen, he had a solid build and excellent stamina—enough to make any woman fall for him. If this were my previous life, I probably would have given in with token resistance, secretly anticipating his performance. But now I felt nothing but revulsion toward him. “No need.” I lowered my eyes. “If you have urges, go find Skyla.” “Don’t talk nonsense!” Scott frowned deeply. “There’s nothing between her and me. I’m only intimate with you.” I let out a bitter laugh, shook him off, and went into the guest room, shutting the door firmly. The next morning, Scott was gone as expected. My mood remained unchanged as I went out to handle the paperwork needed for going abroad. “Yasmin!” A doctor called out to me, looking curious. “Scott is so good to you. He specially went to buy contraceptives. Everyone envies how lucky you are.” I stared at her in confusion. “What are you standing there for? You should go check it out!” She practically dragged me to the hospital. I was about to leave when Scott’s deliberately lowered voice reached my ears. “As long as the medicine works. Once she gets pregnant, she won’t be able to study abroad.” “But you already have Leo. According to policy, you’re not allowed to have a second child.” “I never planned to let her carry it to term.” Scott’s words sent chills through my entire body. No wonder he suddenly wanted to be intimate with me. It was all to get me pregnant. Once I was pregnant, I’d be expelled from school. My child wouldn’t even have a chance to survive. Both my baby and I were just tools for him to pave the way for Skyla. I felt so disgusted I wanted to retch. Of course. In my previous life, he’d disfigured me and left me permanently disabled. In this life, he was only making me pregnant and then forcing an abortion. This was already his version of mercy toward me. Fighting back tears, I ran all the way to Ryan Riley’s office. He was my supervisor. “Mr. Riley, I want to apply for a divorce!” “Why are you suddenly applying for divorce? You two live happily together, don’t you?” Ryan was surprised. “If this is about Skyla, your husband already spoke to me about it. He’s just looking out for her as a teammate. Please don’t overthink it.” I shook my head. “It’s not about him. I plan to study abroad, and when I return, I’ll immediately dedicate myself to developing the Northwest region, contributing my part to our country’s construction.” Working in Northwest development meant at least three years, possibly decades or even a lifetime spent in classified facilities. When necessary, I’d have to sacrifice my family. “You’re giving up your family for the country.” Ryan sighed. “I admire your dedication. But does Scott agree?” “I don’t need his opinion. I insist on the divorce.” Ryan looked at me intently. “Alright, I can grant you special approval for the divorce without Scott’s consent. Yasmin, you can now dedicate your entire life to your career.” After leaving Ryan’s office, I received another piece of good news. The training schedule had been moved up—the departure date originally set for next month was changed to tomorrow. I immediately went home to pack my luggage and documents. “Are you really leaving?” When I got home, Scott saw me packing and his face turned ashen. He pulled a packet of pills from his pocket: “I bought these especially for you. Take the medication first.” He probably hadn’t expected the departure date to be moved up either. Tonight was his last chance to get me pregnant. I didn’t even look at them and threw the pills straight into the trash. “Do you really have to go study abroad?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Enough!” Scott glared at me furiously: “Skyla is obviously more suited for studying abroad than you are. Why are you hogging the spot? Or are you jealous that she was born in the city, so you’re trying every way to bully her?” I was so angry I laughed: “I earned this spot through hard work and exams—I didn’t steal it. Why should I give it to her?” “But you still shouldn’t—” Scott started to say something but stopped, unable to find words to argue back. He didn’t speak to me again until the next day. I waited joyfully with my luggage for the car to pick me up. Since someone from our area was finally going abroad to study, all the neighbors came out to watch the excitement. The car had just arrived and I was about to get in when Scott suddenly appeared and grabbed me. “Don’t go. My parents are seriously ill,” he said coldly. “You need to go back to the countryside immediately to take care of them.” Skyla walked over dragging a suitcase identical to mine, beaming: “Scott’s right—his parents’ health comes first. Yasmin, you’d better hurry back to the countryside. I’ll go study abroad in your place.” I was stunned. Watching Skyla about to get in the car instead of me, I rushed forward frantically, but the neighbors watching the commotion held me back. “Yasmin, you’ll have other chances to study abroad, but if Scott’s parents die because of you, can you take responsibility for that?” “We used to think you were a good wife, but we never imagined you’d be so selfish, unwilling to dutifully care for Scott’s sick parents. Scott is so unlucky to have married you.” Scott watched with satisfaction as I was attacked from all sides. He snatched my handbag and pulled out my study abroad documents to hand to Skyla. “Give them back!” I screamed desperately. But no matter how I struggled, the people around me kept me tightly surrounded, afraid I might take even one step forward. “Don’t forget you’re my wife,” Scott said dismissively. “Your greatest responsibility is to take care of my parents and my children for me. As for anything else, if I don’t allow it, you’re not allowed to even think about it. I’m giving the study abroad spot to Skyla—you’re coming home with me.” I couldn’t possibly give up an opportunity so close at hand. I broke through the crowd like a madwoman. Scott’s eyes turned cold, and he kicked me to the ground. His force was tremendous—my internal organs felt as if they’d shattered. Unable to stand, I could only crawl forward slowly. “Give it back to me…” “Sorry, this is mine now.” Skyla waved the study abroad documents triumphantly and stepped on my hand. After stomping on it enough, Skyla dragged her luggage to the car. The car started up and drove away with her. Having achieved his goal, Scott didn’t even glance at me. “Take her away,” he ordered. “Send her back to the countryside immediately. Don’t let her leave the village until my parents recover.” A sedan slowly approached and stopped in front of my barely breathing form. Ryan’s surprised voice rang out above my head. “Are you Yasmin? What happened here?” Scott was quick to explain. He said righteously: “She refused to go home and care for my parents, so I just gave her a small lesson. As a wife, putting family matters first is only natural. As for the spot, I’ve already given it to Skyla, who has backup qualification. I’m her husband, so I can make decisions for her.” “What are you talking about?” My colleagues looked shocked and quickly helped me up from the ground: “Yasmin was officially divorced from you this morning with government approval!”

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After being reborn back to the 1970s, I immediately went to cancel Kevin Davis’s personal identification information upon learning of my husband’s death. In my previous life, when Kevin learned that his twin brother Isaac Davis had slipped and fallen into the river, drowning, he decided to impersonate his brother and take care of his sister-in-law Carol Clark. Kevin believed that Carol, coming from the city, couldn’t bear the village gossip, while I, a country bumpkin, could survive just fine even without a husband. When the news came back then, I truly thought he had died in an accident and resolved to raise our only daughter Ellie Davis properly. During that Christmas blizzard, their family celebrated Christmas happily. Meanwhile, I fought with men over meager earnings from selling my body, ultimately bleeding to death. Ellie starved to death in the depths of winter because I never brought food home. Only after death did I learn that Kevin hadn’t died. Living under Isaac’s identity, he protected Carol for a lifetime, had many children and grandchildren, and passed away peacefully. When I was reborn and awakened, I found myself back on the day he supposedly drowned. “Kevin, are you really sure about replacing Isaac? What about Layla and Ellie?” I heard Kevin say firmly, “I’ve told you, from now on I am Isaac. Mom and Dad, you must never call me by the wrong name. “Layla is a country girl—gossip means nothing to her. “She loves me so much that even without me, she can raise Ellie. “But Carol is a city girl. If she knew Isaac was dead, she wouldn’t be able to go on living. “Besides, she’s carrying a Davis family child. Do you want to watch her family take her away and have her remarry someone else with the child?” He’s already so intimate with Carol. I had no idea when my bookworm husband had grown so close to her. I couldn’t help but suspect he’d been coveting her all along. “Besides, Isaac’s monthly two-hundred-dollar military allowance—don’t you want that anymore? “Just do as I say. Let him be buried under my name. Just consider me dead!” After hearing Kevin’s words, my in-laws, who had been worried moments before, instantly stopped objecting. Faced with such tangible benefits, they chose silence. Rural people couldn’t earn two hundred dollars working the fields for an entire year. The whole Davis family lived off Isaac’s monthly allowance. At the worst times, there was foolish me, taking out the dowry my parents gave me to subsidize them. Standing outside the door, listening to Kevin’s scheming, a chill spread throughout my body. I didn’t know if Carol could survive without Isaac. But I was truly driven to death without my husband. In my previous life, I was deceived by news of his death. I was so heartbroken I fainted, and when I woke up, everything in the house had been stolen. Under these crushing blows, I fell ill and was hospitalized. I didn’t notice at all that Carol, who daily complained about insufficient allowances, suddenly began wearing gold and silver jewelry. Kevin callously believed that since I was a country girl, I could survive without him. As a result, when I fell ill and was hospitalized, I didn’t dare stay long. I pawned my wedding ring for a pound of potatoes and competed with men for jobs for meager wages. If things had stayed that way, I could have barely supported Ellie and myself. However, a once-in-a-century blizzard struck. I lost my job, and the fields were also affected. Ellie and I were so hungry we ate tree bark. After the bark ran out, we survived on snow. Watching her so hungry she chewed on cotton quilts, I found Felix Hastings, whose wife had died, and sold myself to him. Afterward, he went back on his word and threw me just a one-cent coin. “You husband-less whore, that’s all you’re worth. Take it or leave it.” Felix and I fought violently. Given the huge difference in physical strength, he killed me with a single blow from a hammer. The swirling snow buried all his crimes. I even became his food. Because I never returned, Ellie died in hunger and cold. So this time, I don’t want Kevin, who’s willing to be Carol’s stand-in!

The sound of Kevin discussing with his parents kept coming from the room. I suppressed the rage in my heart and turned to rush home. I had to get all the family assets before he made his move. During this Christmas season, rural folks were still pretty honest. There was no way that just from me being unconscious for a while, everything in the house would be stolen clean. I rushed back home and stuffed the three hundred dollars we’d saved up bit by bit over the Christmas holidays into my underwear pocket. I also found the wedding gifts I’d brought over during Christmas. I crammed them all into the pine cabinet I’d brought with me, locked it with a heavy padlock, and only then felt at ease. This cabinet had cost a fortune during Christmas and weighed a hundred pounds. After moving everything around, I rushed to the Social Security office and had all of Kevin’s personal identification information canceled. Since he planned to impersonate Isaac, as his wife, I naturally had to help him out! I wanted to see how Kevin would handle it when the military personnel showed up! After that, I hurried back to the funeral scene. Seeing me appear, Carol rolled her eyes in displeasure. “Hey, the jinx is back. Hurry up and take that annoying daughter of yours away. She’s giving me a headache with all that crying.” As she spoke, she put on a weak act, rubbing her temples. Kevin immediately stood by her side with concern, worriedly massaging her temples for her, completely ignoring Ellie who was crying nearby. “Stop crying! Can’t you see Carol isn’t feeling well?” Kevin, who used to fulfill Ellie’s every request, had completely changed his attitude. His angry scolding scared her into hiccups. I pulled her into my arms with heartache, my hatred for him growing even stronger. Carol glanced at me, her cheeks flushing. She raised her fist and lightly tapped Kevin’s chest. “Layla’s still here. Her husband just died, and seeing us so loving will make her sad.” But Kevin skillfully grasped Carol’s hand and caressed it gently, his eyes growing tender. “So what? Her husband’s dead – that’s just her fate. After all, she’s just unlucky.” Carol smiled with satisfaction. She’d always been competitive and had to put me down every time. Now with Kevin’s indulgence, she was even more confident. “Layla, did you hear that? You’re just unlucky. In my opinion, you should hurry up and take your daughter back to your parents’ house! I’m not going to support two parasites!” Carol stood up and slammed the table loudly. But her words seemed to displease Kevin somewhat. “Carol?” “What, you still want to use your allowance to support them? “Isaac, let me tell you, I didn’t make a fuss when you used your allowance to help out the family before. Now I’m carrying your child – do you really want him to stay in the mountains his whole life? “My parents already said they’d get our child registered for city residency. He’ll go to school in the city too. “I’m a city girl who already married you – I had no choice. Do you really want our child to stay in the countryside his whole life?” Kevin frowned and fell silent. I found his expression somewhat ridiculous. I thought, even if he’d taken over Isaac’s identity, so what? His cowardly and irresponsible demeanor bore no resemblance to Isaac whatsoever. Kevin firmly believed I was deeply in love with him and would definitely do everything possible to stay with the Davis family and raise Ellie. In my previous life, I had indeed done exactly that. But in this life, I wouldn’t. I cleared my throat and walked toward Kevin’s parents. With each step, I felt the rough stones beneath my feet. Soon, I was crying. “Carol’s right. Kevin is already dead, but Ellie and I still have to live on. “I’ve already sent word to my parents. After Kevin’s buried in three days, I’ll go back to my family home.” “No way!”

Isaac and his parents all shouted at once. “Layla, how can you be so inconsiderate? Kevin just died, and you want to take Ellie back to your parents’ house?” Isaac looked furious, as if I had committed some unforgivable crime. In his eyes, even though Kevin was dead, I should still sacrifice everything for their family. I shouldn’t leave the Davis family and return to my parents’ side. “Exactly, Layla. Kevin just died, and you want to take Ellie back to your parents’ house. The villagers will laugh at us! How can we continue living here?” “Even though Kevin is gone, we’re still family. If you need anything, just say so. We’ll help however we can!” Kevin’s parents chimed in with their agreement. They spoke so righteously, but when I truly needed help, they were nowhere to be found. Carol, supporting her belly, rolled her eyes disdainfully. “Just let her go. Without those two burdens, our family will be much more relaxed.” For once, Isaac showed some backbone and roared, “Carol!” But Carol started crying. “You’re actually yelling at me! Isaac, I married you and bore your children, and now you’re yelling at me because of her!” After saying this, she ignored Isaac’s livid expression and ran out while supporting her belly. Isaac immediately regretted it and said viciously to me, “This is all your fault! If anything happens to Carol, I’ll never forgive you!” After threatening me, he hurried after her. I laughed bitterly at myself, seeing his parents looking at me with complicated expressions. “Layla, Isaac was just too worried about Carol earlier. She’s pregnant, so please be understanding.” “Even though Kevin is gone, you’re still part of our family. Don’t mention going back to your parents’ house anymore.” I knew why they were saying this. They simply couldn’t bear to part with my three large chests of dowry and my five successful brothers. These days, having capable brothers was quite prestigious. Moreover, they doted on me especially, and my dowry was something they had scraped together bit by bit—three full chests. But I had been married into the Davis family for seven years, and now less than half a chest remained of that dowry. As I was thinking about this, Isaac came in with his arm around Carol. She no longer looked aggrieved from before, but instead wore a satisfied smile, constantly touching her earlobes. Looking closer, I realized those were clearly the wedding gift Kevin had given me! In all my years of marriage, I had been too reluctant to wear these earrings, carefully keeping them in my jewelry box. Now they were on Carol’s ears. Rage burned in my heart. “Those are my diamond earrings!” Carol snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at me. “Yours? These are mine! And the earrings even have my name engraved on them.” With that, she removed the earrings and smugly showed me her name carved on them. That earring, which still bore my teeth marks, actually had her name engraved on it. Isaac looked somewhat guilty at this moment. The moment I saw clearly, I was thunderstruck. Carol ignored me and pulled Isaac’s ear, whispering, “What do you think about what I told you earlier?” He seemed troubled. “Kevin just passed away. Isn’t this inappropriate?” Carol frowned slightly. He immediately changed his tune. “Okay, okay, I agree. Don’t be angry.” Seeing his apologetic expression, unease washed over me. I immediately became nervous and ran toward home with large strides. The moment I pushed open the door, I was stunned by the chaos before me. The entire house looked like it had been ransacked—not a single corner remained intact. The pine chest that had been secured with a large lock had been violently smashed open. The chest had a huge hole in it, and everything I had carefully stored was gone. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness swept over me. I couldn’t control myself and burst into tears. I thought, “Could it be that even with a second chance at life, I still can’t change my fate?” “I’ve always said you’d bring nothing but bad luck. You killed your own husband, and now you’ve brought thieves to this house. Living under the same roof as someone like you—I must have done something terrible in a past life to deserve this.” Carol was standing there at some point, with Kevin carefully supporting her waist like a bodyguard. I wiped away my tears and turned to glare at him angrily. “Whether we were robbed or it was an inside job—you know damn well which one it was!” My sharp words made Kevin visibly uncomfortable, but his response remained cold and ruthless. “So what if I took those things? Dead or alive, you’re still part of the Davis family! “Besides, these things were originally left by Kevin anyway. Even if I take this house back in the future, it’s only right and proper! “I’m now my parents’ only son. The child in Carol’s belly will be their first grandson. All of this will be his someday!” Kevin’s declaration of loyalty pleased Carol immensely. She stopped hiding it and boldly raised her wrist, showing off the diamond bracelet my parents had given me for my tenth birthday. I broke down completely. “Give it back! Give it back to me!” I lunged at Carol. Startled by my sudden movement, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Kevin’s eyes widened in shock. “Carol!” Carol shot me a provocative smile, then cried out loudly, “Isaac! My stomach hurts so much!” I only wanted to reclaim my diamond bracelet, but I’d forgotten about Kevin, who only cared about Carol. Suddenly, a slap sent me flying. My head struck hard against a stone. Warm blood blurred my vision. Kevin didn’t even glance at me as he scooped Carol up in his arms. Before leaving, he even got angry at me on her behalf. “Layla, how can a vicious woman like you be worthy of being Kevin’s wife? “If anything happens to Carol, I’ll make you pay with your life!” After Kevin carried Carol away, Ellie, who had been hiding in the corner, finally broke down crying. “Mommy, blood, so much blood!” I held Ellie in my arms, gently comforting her until she fell asleep. The blood on my head had long since dried. I wiped it roughly with a towel and lay down on the bed. I quietly consoled myself. Tomorrow—tomorrow I could go home. However, in the middle of the night, the tightly closed door was pushed open. I woke with a start from my sleep. Opening my eyes, I saw Felix with a lewd smile on his face. He immediately pounced on the bed, pinning me down and covering my mouth and nose forcefully. He stuffed a filthy rag from who knows where into my mouth. The foul stench made me sick to my stomach. “Let me tell you—your family has sold you to me! If you behave yourself, you might suffer a little less!” As he spoke, Felix freed one hand to grope my body, letting out satisfied laughter. “Isaac really is ruthless. Kevin just died, and he’s already this eager to sell you off. But that works out well for me—it’s a good thing.” I struggled desperately, then suddenly stopped. I could hardly believe what I’d just heard. Kevin had said he’d make me pay with my life. He actually planned to destroy my entire life! Felix took the opportunity to tear open my outer clothing. The crisp sound of ripping fabric filled the air. I couldn’t spare time to curse Kevin’s cruelty. I bent my knee and kicked, seeing Felix’s pained expression. He let out a scream. The next second, he gripped my throat tightly. “Bitch, if I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll really think I’m playing games with you!” My pants were yanked down violently. Then something hard pressed against my thigh. Having had sexual experience, I knew exactly what it was. But the thin oxygen in my body left me without an ounce of strength to struggle. I could only kick my legs weakly. Felix wore a lecherous smile while I lay beneath him, my face flushed red. He caressed me with his calloused hands. My heart sank bit by bit into despair. I closed my eyes in hopelessness. But the next second, the weight on my body suddenly disappeared. “What are you doing?!”

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There are three children in our family, two of whom are my father’s daughters with his mistress. Only I am the biological daughter of both my parents. My mother dotes on those two children but treats me like a stray dog. I even suspect that maybe I’m actually my father’s child with his mistress. But the paternity test results show that I am indeed my mother’s biological daughter. She stripped me naked and hung me at the front door. Every person passing by could see me. I cried and begged my father to save me. He was anxious and questioned my mother about why she was abusing me like this. However, after she whispered something in his ear, he immediately changed his attitude and even pulled out his belt to beat me black and blue. My grandparents felt sorry for me and gave me money to help me escape from my mother. After she found out, she also whispered something to them. After hearing it, they coldly dragged me back and told her to beat me to death. I don’t understand why my mother abuses me, and I understand even less what words could make my father and grandparents instantly change their attitudes and want me dead! I’m so curious about what my mother actually said to them! ***** “You little bitch, I stripped you naked and hung you here for everyone to see. You must be thrilled, right?” Hearing my mother’s shrill voice, I trembled with fear. She stripped me naked and hung me at our front door, and I’m already twenty years old this Christmas! This isn’t the first time she’s done this. This time it was just because I secretly wore my sister’s dress! It was such a small thing. My sister didn’t even blame me, but when my mother saw it, she immediately flew into a rage and stripped me naked to hang me up! I looked at my mother with tears streaming down my face, pleading with her, hoping she would take pity on me, hoping she would understand that I am her biological daughter, not some stray dog from the street! But she showed me no mercy at all. She despised me, hated me. She wished I would die immediately! My mother has never liked me. I always thought she was just naturally cold and didn’t like anyone. But ever since my father brought home his two daughters with his mistress, my mother completely changed. She dotes on my two sisters as if she were their biological mother! She would gently hold them in her arms and tell bedtime stories, but whenever I tried to join in and listen, she would slap me so hard that I couldn’t hear properly for days! She would also cook them a big plate of fish and chips, letting them eat until they were stuffed, while I could only watch longingly and lick the leftover sauce! My two sisters get new clothes every week, while I’ve grown to twenty years old without ever having my own dress! When they bullied me and rode me like a horse, my mother not only wouldn’t scold them but would praise them, saying that’s exactly how bitches like me should be trampled underfoot! Compared to them, I seem more like my father’s daughter with his mistress! Otherwise, I can’t understand why my mother despises me so much. But I look exactly like her. Our family still keeps the video of my birth, and I am indeed her biological daughter whom she gave birth to with great difficulty! I couldn’t accept this reality and tried to find reasons to defend her. Maybe she had postpartum depression, which is why she hates me. But she gets psychological evaluations every Christmas. She doesn’t have postpartum depression at all! Or maybe she thinks that because I’m a daughter and not a son, she blames me for my father’s infidelity. But my father loves me dearly. All his assets are registered under my name, and he betrayed my mother long before I was even born! I can’t find any reason to defend her. I can only accept that she simply despises me. From childhood to now, she has been abusing me constantly. When I couldn’t take the beatings anymore, I cried and begged my father to take me away. He felt incredibly sorry for me and even had a huge fight with my mother over it. “Hailey is your biological daughter, not some stray animal. How can you abuse her like this?” My mother sneered and leaned over to whisper something in my father’s ear. After hearing it, he immediately panicked. He stopped protecting me and instead picked up a whip to lash my back viciously! “You’re right. This bitch shouldn’t be alive!” In my desperation, I’ve sought help from many people. Many of them were kind strangers who wanted to help after seeing me get beaten. But after hearing my mother’s whispered words, they all showed malice toward me, as if I deserved every beating I got. Especially my two half-sisters – when they see my mother abusing me, they dance with joy, more vicious than any adult. I don’t understand, and I can’t figure out, why my mother hates me so much.

Whenever I think about the twenty years of abuse my mother put me through, my heart races with fear. But she never stopped because of my terror—instead, she’d look at me with even more disgust. I was at my breaking point and forced myself to ask her: “Mom, why do you hate me so much? If you don’t want to see me, I can leave this house. Why do you have to torture me like this?” I really wanted to get away from her, even if it meant living in poverty or begging on the streets. But after hearing this, she flew into a rage and slapped me hard across the mouth: “You’re my daughter, and I’ll torture you however I want! You think you can run off and harm other people? Not a chance!” She glared at me with bloodshot eyes, looking like a demon. My hope was completely shattered. Mom became even more brutal in her abuse, beating me until I was covered in wounds. I had no doubt that if Grandpa and Grandma hadn’t suddenly returned, she would have beaten me to death. Grandpa rushed over and shoved her aside, then gently lifted me down and protectively placed me behind him. Even facing Grandpa and Grandma, Mom remained cold and cruel, showing no sign of remorse. After Grandma examined my body and found that my entire back had been beaten raw and bloody, she shouted angrily: “You monster! Hailey is your own daughter, not some stray animal you picked up off the street! How can you abuse her like this? How can you be so cruel?” Grandpa was trembling with rage. If it weren’t for his poor health, he definitely would have punched Mom already. I hid behind him, crying silently. If it hadn’t been for Grandpa and Grandma protecting me all these years, Mom would have abused me to death long ago! The neighbors had gathered around by now, sincerely urging Mom to treat me better, saying that I was already an adult and it was inappropriate for her to strip me naked and hang me up like this. But she didn’t care at all, just casually fixing her hair. Seeing her indifferent attitude, Grandpa stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar: “You abuse your own daughter—we’ve had enough of you! I’m taking Hailey away from you, you vicious woman!” Before he could turn around, she grabbed him and pulled him back. She patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down: “Don’t rush. Listen to what I have to say first, then decide whether you want to take this b*tch with you.” At that moment, my heart was pounding frantically. I desperately begged Grandpa to take me away immediately: “Don’t listen to Mom, please, Grandpa!” I knew better than anyone that once he heard her whispered words, he would never feel sorry for me again. Seeing me cry so heartbrokenly, he became even angrier, thinking she had threatened me. He stroked my hair and said: “Don’t worry, Hailey. I won’t let your mother continue abusing you. From now on, you’ll live with me and your grandma, and we’ll never let you get hurt again!” I was moved, but I still couldn’t let him hear those words. I was truly terrified: “Grandpa, I’m begging you not to listen, please!” But the more frightened I became, the more curious Grandpa grew. Even as I clung to his pant leg, he still walked toward Mom. Right up until the moment he leaned his ear close to her mouth, I was still praying. I thought: “He’s protected me for twenty years, he loves me deeply. Even if he hears her whispered words, he surely won’t abandon me, right?” But I was still too naive. As Grandpa listened to Mom’s whispered words, his breathing became more and more labored, his eyes grew wider and wider, his lips trembled, and he couldn’t even speak. Mom sighed and patted his shoulder. Then he looked at me. His eyes held none of the tenderness and love he’d shown me just moments before.

He silently hung me back on the door, then shooed away the watching neighbors. “I didn’t understand the situation clearly just now. Hailey made a mistake, so her mother was punishing her. Everyone can go home now.” The neighbors looked at me with confusion. “Hailey, what exactly did you do to make your mother so angry?” I didn’t dare speak, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. Even my grandparents, who loved me most, had sided with Mom. No one was protecting me anymore. Now whatever I said would only earn me another beating. Grandpa continued explaining with a smile, “Hailey has been rebellious since she was little. If we don’t discipline her strictly, she’ll probably cause big trouble later. Sorry for disturbing everyone.” After all, this was a family matter. The neighbors couldn’t interfere much and gradually left. Once everyone was gone, the smile vanished from Grandpa’s face instantly. He pulled the belt from his waist and lashed it hard across my back! “Your mother is right. A wretch like you deserves to be taught a lesson. You don’t deserve to live in this world!” I screamed in pain and questioned him desperately, “Grandpa, why are you forcing me to die too? What exactly did I do wrong?” His answer was an even harder beating. His voice was cold as ice: “Because your very existence is a mistake!” In that moment, I fell into complete despair. My grandparents, who had loved me most, had also completely abandoned me, just like everyone else who had heard Mom’s whispered words. Since childhood, my grandparents had always loved me most. He said I was the only child in their family, and as long as he was alive, he wouldn’t let Mom hurt me. I had once desperately asked if he would really never abandon me. My grandparents looked at me kindly and said, “Of course not. You’re our only granddaughter. Even if we die, we’ll protect you!” They had originally come to take me away from here today. But in the end, they left me here, letting me be beaten like a stray dog. But the physical pain wasn’t enough to break me. What truly destroyed me was that whispered secret Mom had told them. I couldn’t understand what words could have such tremendous power, making my loved ones abandon me one by one, beat me, and despise me like I was some kind of curse! I still couldn’t escape Mom’s clutches in the end. My grandparents returned to their hometown, saying they hoped the next time they saw me, it would be my corpse.

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When I was four months pregnant, my husband Titus Frazier, a gynecologist, accompanied me to pick up my prenatal test results. The moment he saw the report, his smile froze instantly, and he forcibly dragged me toward getting an abortion. I stood there stunned. The attending physician had just told us the fetus was perfectly healthy. I broke free from his grip and demanded, “Why do you want me to have an abortion?” He didn’t answer and had already started booking an abortion procedure for me. Seeing that I was about to run, he gripped my arm tightly: “This child absolutely cannot be kept!” I protected my belly and quickly called my parents, who were also gynecologists. My father, who had always doted on me, raised his fist to strike my belly. My mother’s face turned pale with horror as she shook her head frantically: “No. Find some men and lock them in a room with Selena.” I couldn’t understand why they wanted to get rid of my child this way. I tried to escape, but they still locked me in a dark room. Watching the blood flow from my lower body, I knew my child was gone. My mother came to pick me up with a smile. I desperately questioned why they had treated me this way. She didn’t answer and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. I was tortured to death in the hospital. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day we were supposed to pick up the prenatal test results. ***** Titus smiled at me: “Honey, this is our first child. I’m really looking forward to the day he’s born. Let’s go, the hospital will get crowded later.” Hearing Titus’s urging, I snapped back to reality. Feeling my slightly rounded belly, I confirmed that I had indeed been reborn, back to the day we were going to the hospital to get the prenatal test results. In my previous life, ever since I got pregnant, Titus had been extraordinarily careful in taking care of me. Every day he would buy something new for the child, and he had even chosen over a hundred names. The hospital where I had my prenatal checkups was where he worked, and he would always take time off to accompany me to the appointments. Titus made no effort to hide his anticipation and love for this child. When I was four months pregnant, we went to the hospital for a routine checkup as usual. The attending physician informed us that the fetus was very healthy and ruled out the possibility of Down syndrome. Titus, being a gynecologist himself, also glanced at the report. But his smile immediately froze, and his face showed horror. He immediately grabbed my hand, wanting to book an abortion procedure. I stood there in bewilderment and shook off his hand: “Titus, isn’t the baby fine? Why do you want me to have an abortion?” But Titus didn’t answer me and continued booking the abortion procedure on his phone. I tried to snatch his phone away. But he was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared at me: “Selena, this child absolutely cannot be kept!” I was frightened by his behavior, my heart racing uncontrollably, and my legs went weak. Taking advantage of Titus handling the procedure arrangements, I quickly sent a message to my parents, who were also gynecologists. Soon, my parents arrived. When Titus saw them, instead of being nervous, he actually smiled. I cowered in my mother’s arms. My father punched Titus in the face: “Why do you want her to have an abortion?” Titus said nothing but handed the prenatal test report to my father. The moment my father saw the prenatal test report, the anger on his face turned to horror. His eyes widened, his hands trembling as he held the prenatal test report, and he raised his fist to strike my belly. Fortunately, my mother blocked him. The punch landed on my mother instead. She shouted angrily: “Have you lost your mind too? Selena is carrying your grandchild!” My father sneered and handed the prenatal test report to my mother. My mother, who had just been protecting me, turned pale. She pushed me out of her arms and shook her head desperately: “No, no.” At this point, I realized there was something wrong with the prenatal test report and quickly asked: “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s the problem with my child?” But my mother ignored me, still immersed in her own emotions. “This won’t work!” She grabbed my father’s hand: “It’s too obvious in the hospital. I have an idea. Find some men and lock them in a room with Selena.” I stood there stunned, my whole body numb, not understanding why they all had this reaction after seeing that prenatal test report. But what exactly was the situation? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me the truth? Seeing my parents preparing to take me away, I turned and ran, but my father caught me. I cried and begged them to let me go, or at least tell me the truth. But they forcibly stuffed me into the car, gagged me, and even locked me in a dark room with five naked men. I was so terrified I nearly collapsed, desperately pounding on the door, begging them to let me out. But there was no sound from outside. Several men dragged me to the ground. If I showed any resistance, they would beat me. Eventually, the fetus turned into a pool of dried blood on the ground. A week later, my parents and Titus came to get me. My mother smiled at me: “Selena, let’s go home.” I sneered, not understanding how she could pretend nothing had happened. I shouted: “Why? Why did you treat me this way?” My mother’s face suddenly turned cold. My father slapped me across the face: “Ungrateful bitch!” I was stunned. Then my mother looked at me with a vicious gaze: “Selena has gone crazy. Let’s send her to a psychiatric hospital.” Ever since I was forcibly committed to the psychiatric hospital, Titus had people come to torture me every day. My husband, who once loved me deeply, couldn’t wait for me to die. Three months later, I was tortured to death. But I still didn’t know why they all wanted to kill me after seeing that prenatal test report. The fear from my previous life surged up. My hand gently caressed my belly. I took a deep breath. In this life, I must find out what really happened.

After arriving at the hospital, I was the first to get my prenatal checkup report. The attending physician reviewed the report and told me the fetus was very healthy. I immediately took the report from her. I thought as long as I didn’t let Titus see this report, nothing would go wrong. But I hadn’t expected that just as I walked out of the attending physician’s office, Titus would ask to see my prenatal report, just like in my previous life. I felt a bit panicked but deliberately smiled and asked, “Why do you want to see my report?” Titus smiled too: “I’m the child’s father and I’m also an obstetrician-gynecologist. It’s normal for me to look at the report, right?” “The doctor already said both the baby and I are healthy. Don’t you trust her?” I countered. “It’s not that I don’t trust her. I just want to understand the specifics so I can take better care of you.” But I deliberately stuffed the report into my bag: “I’m just not letting you see it today.” Titus thought I was throwing a tantrum and had to compromise: “Fine, as long as you and the baby are healthy.” I smiled and linked my arm through his: “I’m going to the restroom, then we’ll head home.” I grabbed my bag and headed to the restroom. I had indeed glanced at the prenatal report earlier, but too quickly to notice anything unusual. I decided to examine it carefully in the restroom to see what exactly was wrong that would make them react so intensely after seeing the report. But as soon as I reached the restroom, I panicked—the prenatal report was gone. I hurried back out and saw Titus from a distance, his face pale as a sheet. The prenatal report that should have been in my bag was now in his hands. When Titus saw me, he strode quickly toward me. I instinctively wanted to run, but he still caught my arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me intently: “Selena, this child cannot be kept. Go get an abortion right now!” In my previous life, I never understood until my death why the usually gentle Titus would become like a completely different person after seeing the prenatal report. This was the first time I’d seen Titus look so vicious. My whole body trembled, but since this wasn’t my first time experiencing this, I quickly shouted: “Help! Someone’s trying to force me to abort my baby!” The hospital was crowded, and my shout immediately drew a crowd around us. Titus seemed not to have expected me to do this, so I started crying loudly: “Honey, the doctor said the baby is healthy. Why do you want me to get an abortion?” Titus lowered his voice and scolded: “Bitch, shut up!” He tried to drag me away, but onlookers had already approached. A man forcibly pulled him away from me: “What do you think you’re doing?” “My God, the baby’s fine and he still wants an abortion. Doesn’t he want this child?” “Why didn’t he think about pregnancy when he was sleeping around?” “Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is illegal. Someone should call the police!” Titus was breathing heavily, glaring at me viciously through gritted teeth. But with so many onlookers present, he couldn’t do anything. Unexpectedly, he suddenly smiled at me and started calling my parents.

As soon as my parents arrived, they saw Titus and me surrounded by a crowd. They knew something had definitely happened. My mom worriedly pulled me into her arms, but the moment she touched me, I started trembling all over. Someone told my parents what had just happened. My dad raised his hand to slap Titus across the face, but before he could strike, Titus held up the prenatal test report. “Dad, don’t look!” I tried to rush forward and grab the report, but my dad had already taken it and was reading it. In an instant, he froze. “Dad?” I called out tentatively. My dad looked at me, his eyes bloodshot. Without hesitation, he slapped me across the face. “Selena! Cheng An telling you to get an abortion is for your own good!” I broke down, but still defended myself: “But the attending doctor said my baby is perfectly healthy!” “I’m also an obstetrician, and you still dare to talk back!” My dad roared, about to hit my belly. My mom quickly rushed over to shield me, shouting angrily: “Are you insane? She’s pregnant!” But instead of getting angry, my dad sneered coldly: “You feel sorry for her, but this slut doesn’t deserve to be our daughter!” Everyone around was shocked, criticizing my dad for how a father could say such things about his own daughter. My mom was furious, but she knew my dad was usually gentle, so there must be something wrong with the prenatal report. “Give me the prenatal report!” she demanded. I quickly stepped forward to stop my mom, looking at her with pleading eyes. “Mom, the attending doctor said the baby is healthy. Please don’t look, okay? If you don’t believe it, you can go ask that doctor.” I knew that once my mom saw the report, she would immediately force me to have an abortion. My mom held me, comforting me: “Don’t worry, your dad and Titus must have made a mistake. I used to be the head of obstetrics and gynecology, trust me.” I shook my head desperately. “No, Mom, please don’t look. I trust you, but please don’t look.” But the more I tried to stop her, the more curious my mom became about what was wrong with the report. Seeing that my mom insisted on looking, I held onto her tightly. “Mom, once you see this report, you’ll instantly stop loving me just like the two of them.” She looked at me gently and said: “No, Selena, I used to be a doctor too, I’ve seen many reports. And even if the baby isn’t Titus’s, I’ll still stand by your side and protect you. You’re the person I love most in this world.” I ultimately couldn’t stop my mom. The moment she saw the prenatal report, her gentle expression vanished instantly, a flash of cruelty appearing in her eyes, frightening me so much that I trembled all over. My mom’s face turned pale, looking at me with a bitter smile. She wasn’t as agitated as my dad and Titus, which made her even more terrifying. She said coldly: “It’s okay, Selena, this baby is fine. Get up, let’s go home.” Despite saying this, her hand reaching toward me was trembling non-stop. She was suppressing her emotions. “No, I don’t want to go home.” I quickly stood up and backed into the crowd. My mom frowned, looking at me with cold eyes. “Selena, what are you doing? You’re pregnant, what if something happens to you out here?” Seeing my parents and Titus about to come grab me, I quickly grabbed two passersby’s clothes and begged them: “Please save me, I can’t go back with them, they’ll abort my baby.” The passersby hesitated. Although I was a pregnant woman, I was clearly emotionally unstable, and they were my family members, so they couldn’t intervene. Fortunately, someone stood up to speak for me. “She’s a pregnant woman, she’s emotionally unstable right now, you shouldn’t force her like this.” “Yeah, what if it hurts her baby?” But my parents and Titus acted as if they couldn’t hear, approaching me with menacing expressions. “Selena, do you have delusions? Come home with us quickly, stop disrupting the hospital’s order!” My parents forcibly grabbed me. A kind person blocked their way: “We’re in a hospital right now, she’s pregnant, she’s been traumatized, we should have a doctor check if it will affect the fetus.” “We’re both obstetricians, does she still need to see a doctor?” My dad roared at the person. The kind person hesitated, and Titus took the opportunity to pull me out of the crowd, dragging me without any mercy. No matter how kind the onlookers were, they didn’t dare fight my family members for me. Just then, a pair of hands blocked Titus’s path. “Who gave you permission to drag a pregnant woman like that!” a police officer sternly shouted, and only then did Titus let go. My parents said: “This pregnant woman is our daughter, she has some mental problems, we’re taking her home first.” The police officer looked at me suspiciously, and I quickly denied: “No, they want to kill the healthy baby in my belly!” The three people behind me froze in place, but their faces showed triumphant smiles. I continued: “If you don’t believe me, you can check the hospital’s surveillance footage. They all really want to kill my baby.” The police had the hospital staff pull up the surveillance footage. After watching the footage, a female officer protected me and questioned them: “Why do you want to abort this healthy baby?” My parents scoffed, while Titus looked at me coldly. “Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is illegal!” Titus still didn’t care. I grabbed the police officer’s hand. “Let me see my prenatal report.” Each of them had suddenly changed their attitude after seeing the prenatal report. There must be the truth in there. At the police’s request, Titus reluctantly handed over the prenatal report. When I saw the prenatal report again, I finally understood why they didn’t want this baby.

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In my previous life, my sixty-two-year-old husband Josh Norris developed Alzheimer’s disease, transforming from a gentle professor into a beggar who ate garbage. When his condition flared up, he would hit and curse at me. Each time this happened, I could only show him photos of his first love to calm him down. So our daughter Khloe Norris brought Josh’s first love Alina Lowe back to our home, asking me to take good care of her. “Dad only recognizes Alina now. For him to get better quickly, you should agree to this. They’re both so old now, nothing will happen between them.” For Josh’s recovery, I agreed and took care of both of them every day. I lived like this for three years, until the doctor finally told me I had terminal liver cancer. I tossed and turned in agony on my hospital bed, while Khloe, busy with work, never once came to visit me. In my final moments, I returned home to see my grandson Marco holding a cake and shouting to Alina: “Grandma, happy birthday!” Josh sat there with clear, lucid eyes, gazing at Alina with deep affection. He said: “Once Mabel is gone, I’ll marry you. She’s had me for so many years—I don’t owe her anything. I just want to spend my remaining days making it up to you.” He never had Alzheimer’s at all. It was all a lie, and I was nothing more than their caretaker. ***** After my rebirth, I returned to the day Khloe brought Alina to our home for a family dinner at the restaurant. The table was laden with sumptuous dishes, yet not a single one was something I enjoyed. Josh wore an unnatural smile on his face, speaking intimately with Alina. Khloe attentively introduced the restaurant’s signature dishes to her, asking what else she’d like to order. Throughout it all, I was ignored—no one asked what I wanted to eat. I had experienced this kind of neglect in my previous life too. Josh and I had been married for forty years. When he was sixty-two, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. I devoted myself to caring for him, yet was often beaten black and blue. My eyes were bruised, my face swollen, my hands covered in scratches. When Josh’s condition flared up, he would curse and humiliate me. One symptom of Alzheimer’s is memory loss. Simply put, Josh had forgotten me. Each time this happened, I could only show him Alina’s photo to avoid being beaten. How ridiculous. My sick husband had forgotten me but remembered another woman. Khloe suggested bringing Alina to live with us, claiming it would help his recovery. So I found myself caring for both sick Josh and healthy Alina. During the most exhausting period, I dropped from 130 pounds to 100 pounds. Whenever I said I was tired, Khloe would point to how particularly calm Josh was around Alina and retort: “How come Dad doesn’t cry when he’s with Alina? Could it be that you’re not taking proper care of him?” I lived like this for three years, over a thousand days and nights. Finally, I was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer—incurable. “Mom, what are you doing? Hurry up and bring the dishes over.” Khloe’s voice interrupted my memories. I looked up to see an awkward waiter standing beside me with a tray. I quickly said it wasn’t necessary. But Khloe pointed at me and told the waiter: “She sits by the door to make serving convenient—it’s always been this way.” She urged me again: “Mom, hurry up.” Everyone looked at me. Their expressions were casual—no one thought there was anything wrong with what Khloe had said. I remembered my previous life. When Alina came to the Norris house, Khloe not only threw her a welcome party but also bought her a vacation package. I spent an entire night packing their luggage. But before departure, the tour guide informed us that Khloe had bought tickets for five people, and all activities were designed for five participants, while we had six people. It was too late to buy additional tickets. After their discussion, Khloe told me: “Mom, we’re going to the beach this time, which isn’t good for your health. You should stay home.” In the end, my luggage and I were abandoned at the train station entrance. This kind of thing happened more than once—I was always the one left behind. ***** The waiter set down the soup and left. Khloe was angry about my earlier reaction: “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you serve the dishes? The whole point of sitting near the door was to serve the food.” I remained silent, ladled a bowl of soup, and splashed it toward Khloe.

The scalding soup made Khloe scream as she jumped up, frantically shaking her hands. “What are you doing! Are you insane!” Everyone was stunned by this scene, staring at me in disbelief. I sat back down and calmly replied, “I’m teaching my ungrateful daughter a lesson. Is there a problem with that?” Khloe wanted to argue, but her husband Ryan pulled her back and forced her into her seat. Alina said disapprovingly, “Mabel, you’re family after all. Why be so harsh on the child?” Josh, who had been quiet, suddenly grabbed the spaghetti and hurled it at me, covering me with pasta that left stains all over my clothes. “I’m gonna kill you, bad woman…” I shot up, dumped the spaghetti into the scalding soup, and placed the bowl in front of Josh. “You love playing with this, don’t you? Keep playing. It’ll be more fun with the soup added.” Josh immediately froze, looking terrified. The atmosphere fell silent once again. Alina quickly shielded Josh, saying, “Mabel, that soup is scalding hot—Josh could get hurt. You know he can’t remember anything, yet you’re still scaring him like this.” “Yeah Mom, you’re terrifying Dad!” Khloe pushed me away, afraid I might do something even more extreme. I looked coldly at Josh as he continued his act. After careful observation, I realized Josh’s performance was truly pathetic. How had I been fooled for so long in my previous life? I said, “His condition keeps fluctuating—maybe the medication isn’t working. I’m planning to find a renowned doctor to re-examine him.” Khloe immediately objected, “I won’t allow it! Dad’s getting up there in age—switching hospitals would be bad for his health.” I replied, “I’ve already decided. No one’s objection will change that.” I looked at the panicked Khloe, the silent Alina, and Josh beside her, still faking his illness. So they could feel fear too? In my previous life, after Josh was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I decided to care for him for the rest of my life. Even when he hit and cursed at me, I never backed down. I considered caring for him my responsibility. But it wasn’t until my final moments that I learned it was all fake. I was the only prey in their scheme. Khloe knew everything but helped them hide it from me, deceive me. Only I was kept in the dark, caring for them, living for them. This time, I’ll see just how long these people can keep up their act! After dinner, we returned home. Khloe poured water for Alina and Josh, completely ignoring me. She glanced toward the guest room. “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you to clean it in advance? Alina’s moving in today.” I said, “Whoever invited her can clean it. Khloe, I’m not the housekeeper.” Khloe was instantly speechless. Alina smiled serenely, “Khloe, don’t worry. The room is quite clean.” I stood up and shrugged at Khloe with a half-smile, “You’re just making a big deal out of nothing.” Then I returned to my bedroom. This old house was assigned to me by the company I used to work for. Josh’s school had also given him a larger house, but he gave that one to Alina. This old house had three rooms: Josh and I each had one, plus a guest room. In my previous life, before Alina moved in, Khloe demanded I clean the master bedroom thoroughly, which I did. But Alina required me to dismantle the bed frame for washing, wipe the cabinets first with a damp cloth then with a dry one. Whether it was newly changed curtains, drinking glasses, or the bathroom door mat—if she was even slightly dissatisfied, I had to replace everything. I cleaned and scrubbed over and over, yet no one ever asked if I was tired. The next day, I was awakened by crashing sounds outside my door. Josh was having another “episode,” smashing kitchen utensils. Various seasonings were scattered everywhere. The entire living room was in chaos. And Alina stood in the only clean corner, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Mabel, Josh is having an episode and I can’t control him. I’ll take Josh to Khloe’s place later—could you clean up the house?” If this were my previous life, I would have immediately rushed to comfort Josh. But now, I calmly watched Josh’s performance and refused without hesitation, “There’s a cleaning company’s number on the table—you can call them.” Then I went into the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, Josh and Alina had already left, leaving only the mess behind. I didn’t mind, grabbed my bag, and headed straight to the hospital. In my previous life, three years after Josh started faking his illness, I collapsed at home from back pain. When I was rushed to the hospital, I learned I had terminal liver cancer with only a month to live. Now that I’ve been reborn, I certainly won’t let my health deteriorate like before. After getting my test results, I breathed a sigh of relief—it was just mild hepatitis. In this life, I absolutely won’t die the way I did before.

Khloe called me over a dozen times, but I didn’t answer any of them. After leaving the hospital, I immediately rushed to another location to find a suitable place for Josh. As dusk fell, I returned home. The previously messy living room had been cleaned spotless, with the scent of lemon freshener filling the air. Housework is indeed something only those who can’t stand mess would bother doing. Josh was holding Marco while watching TV, and Khloe and Alina were chatting and laughing together. They looked like a happy family. I looked away and walked calmly toward the bedroom. Khloe called out to me, demanding with dissatisfaction: “Mom, I called you so many times—why didn’t you answer? You left without cleaning the house properly. Who’s as carefree as you? Alina and I took Dad to the hospital for a checkup today. Here’s the report. The doctor said all of Dad’s changes are normal—this condition is just like that. You need to be more patient with him.” I glanced at the medical report. It had a doctor’s signature at the bottom and looked authentic. If I hadn’t already known about their scheme from my previous life, I might not have been able to tell it was fake. I tossed the report onto the table: “Instead of going to a reputable hospital, you went to some small clinic. What’s your agenda?” Before Khloe could respond, I went into the bedroom. I instinctively glanced at the wardrobe and noticed it had obviously been tampered with. I immediately felt anxious—my belongings were gone. I rushed out of the room and confronted Josh: “Give me back my things!” “Mom, what are you doing? Marco wants to watch TV—get out of the way!” Khloe said loudly, frowning. I ignored her and stared at Josh and Alina. In my previous life, when I was bedridden and unable to move, Alina wore my missing heirloom necklace, claiming it was her family treasure. She used it to gain fame online and made a lot of money. When I pointed out that the necklace was mine, no one believed me. It was Josh who had given the necklace to Alina. After my rebirth, the first thing I did was contact the museum. Tomorrow was our scheduled meeting. But I hadn’t expected them to steal the necklace so early. I forced myself to stay calm: “Josh, give me back my things, or I’m calling the police right now.” Josh covered his ears and hid behind Alina, mumbling incoherently: “Bad woman wants to hit me! Bad woman wants to hit me!” He was clearly afraid of me. Alina held him protectively. Khloe glared at me: “Mom, is this how you usually treat Dad? You’re scaring him!” I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted at Khloe: “Shut up!” She stared at me in shock. I said: “Josh, I’m not joking around. If you don’t return my necklace, I’m calling the police immediately!” Alina was obviously panicked: “Mabel, we haven’t figured out what’s going on yet. Calling the police isn’t a good idea, is it?” I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. But before the call connected, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my head. Blood blurred my phone screen as glass shards scattered across the floor. I clutched my head and collapsed, vaguely seeing Josh’s motion of striking me. Khloe held Marco and backed away, shouting from a distance: “Mom, Mom, are you okay?” When I returned home from the hospital, it was already 2 AM. I sat expressionlessly on the couch, squinting as I sent text messages. The excessive blood loss and exhaustion made it hard for my already ailing body to hold up, but I persisted in sending that final message. Khloe carefully studied my expression and explained on Josh’s behalf: “Mom, you know Dad’s emotionally unstable. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. This is just a small matter—you don’t need to call the police. Once Dad sobers up, I’ll make him…” After receiving a definitive response, I put down my phone and nodded at Khloe: “You’re right, I don’t need to call the police.” I stood up and slapped Josh twice across the face as he continued his act. I had been a housewife for over forty years. In my youth, I worked the fields and cared for the family alone. Later, when we moved to the city, I had a daughter and learned how to be a mother on my own. Years of household chores had aged me considerably, but they had also given me considerable strength. Josh was hit so hard that his dentures fell out. Alina stared in horror at Josh sprawled on the floor and let out a scream. Khloe rushed over and shoved me, glaring at me like I was her enemy: “Mabel Norris, you’ve lost your mind!” I was pushed to the ground, my tailbone aching, but it still couldn’t compare to the pain in my heart. “Khloe, I’m your mother!” Khloe blurted out: “I don’t have a mother like you!” Before I could respond, she continued: “Am I wrong? Dad’s this sick, and you still treat him like this? You dare hit him right in front of us—I can only imagine how much worse you are when we’re not around!” She stood over me, pointing accusingly, unreasonably defending her father. In that moment, the last trace of attachment in my heart vanished. I was done with this daughter. Just then, my phone on the floor rang—an unknown number. I got up and answered: “Yes, you can come in now. We’re all home.” Khloe turned around impatiently: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t call the police? You’re going back on your word!” I put away my phone and said calmly: “It’s not the police. It’s people who are going to take your father somewhere nice.” As soon as I finished speaking, the door opened. A group of men in white coats walked in, filling our cramped living room. Khloe looked at the equipment in their hands, panic-stricken: “Mom, what are you doing! Who are they?” I ignored her and pointed at Josh: “He’s the patient, with violent tendencies. He just smashed my head—you need to be careful. I’ve signed a five-year contract with you. As long as you treat him well, if the results are good, I’ll renew for another five years.” Josh immediately stopped his act, his face filled with terror.

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I’m Claire Hoffman. Even though I knew my husband Zane Hoffman had faked his death and assumed his brother Aiden Hoffman’s identity, I chose to stay silent and didn’t expose him. Instead, I found Colonel Nathan Welch and told him that Zane was dead, requesting that Zane be removed from the military roster. In my previous life, after Aiden died in an accident, Zane resolutely abandoned his lieutenant rank and impersonated Aiden, all to take care of Aiden’s wife, Arya Hoffman. When I recognized him as Zane and confronted him about why he was impersonating Aiden, he coldly denied it and roughly shoved my hand away. He said, “Claire, I know Zane’s death has been hard on you, but you can’t treat me like I’m Zane just because he’s gone!” He protected the fragile Arya, pushed me into the bone-chilling river water, and warned me not to harbor any delusions. My five-year-old daughter Lily Hoffman cried and asked why Daddy didn’t want her anymore, but she was locked in her room to “reflect,” starving for three whole days and nights. Zane’s mother Mary Hoffman called me a curse and threw Lily and me out of the house. Meanwhile, Zane spread rumors everywhere that I’d gone crazy, claiming that right after my husband died, I was lusting after my brother-in-law Aiden. In the end, I was despised and scorned by everyone, dying in a daze while holding Lily. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Zane impersonated Aiden. ***** “Claire, please accept my condolences. I never expected Zane to die so suddenly…” Zane looked at me with red-rimmed eyes, his gaze filled with sorrow. Looking at Aiden’s corpse being carried in, I let tears flow naturally and called him “honey.” Aiden’s face was deathly pale, clearly lifeless. He and Zane looked identical, so no one suspected that Zane had switched identities with him. After crying for a while, I wiped my tears and said, “We can’t keep the body here long. We should send it for cremation quickly so Zane can rest in peace.” Zane immediately nodded in agreement, seeming even more eager than I was to dispose of the body. As I watched him move the corpse, I noticed a thin scar on his hand. In my previous life, it was this very scar that confirmed the living person was Zane. This time, I just pretended I hadn’t seen anything. In my past life, when Zane and Aiden went out on a disaster relief mission, Aiden accidentally injured the back of his head and died on the spot. To take care of Arya, Zane didn’t hesitate to abandon his lieutenant rank and impersonate Aiden. Outsiders couldn’t recognize Zane’s deliberate mimicry and were easily deceived. However, as a wife who lived with Zane day and night, I recognized him immediately. I desperately questioned why he would impersonate Aiden and abandon our mother and daughter. But Zane remained coldly indifferent, vehemently denying it, and roughly pushed me away. He said, “Claire, I know Zane’s death has been hard on you, but you can’t treat me like I’m Zane just because he’s dead!” I couldn’t believe it and kept pressing him, but Zane directly pushed me into the icy river. He stood on the shore, protecting Arya, coldly watching me struggle in the water. He said, “Even if you’re my brother’s wife, I won’t let you hurt my wife!” Arya hid behind Zane, calling me shameless and saying that right after my husband died, I was trying to steal her man. I ran a high fever for three days and nights, with only Lily by my side. She cried and asked Zane why he didn’t want her anymore. But Zane accused Lily of spouting nonsense at my instigation and immediately locked her in her room. I was sick for three days before recovering slightly, while Lily had been starved for three whole days and nights. Mary cursed me as a jinx, saying I had killed her son, and threw Lily and me out of the house without even leaving us any clothes. In the bitter cold, I desperately pounded on the door, begging Zane to save Lily. I heard his cold voice: “Claire, you’re crazy to think I’m Zane. You can’t face reality anymore. Stay away from me.” The neighbors believed his words, saying I was mentally unstable and actually mistaking Aiden for Zane. Holding Lily with nowhere to go, cold and hungry, I eventually froze to death on the street. Thinking of all this, a fire of rage burned in my heart, making me want to drag this whole family down with me. Watching Zane’s back as he eagerly rushed to have Aiden cremated, I thought coldly: “Since you’re so determined to be with Arya, then I’ll grant your wish and let you be this ‘Aiden’ forever.”

Zane moved quickly, and before long he had the body cremated and brought back a box of ashes. The house had already been set up as a mourning hall, and neighbors who heard the news came rushing over to help. Looking at what was once a vibrant life now reduced to just a black-and-white photograph and a box of ashes, everyone couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. My face was deathly pale, appearing especially haggard due to my past life’s experiences, truly like a widow who had lost her husband and was heartbroken. Zane put his arm around Arya and said to me, “Arya just found out she’s pregnant. She needs more rest.” He carefully helped Arya sit down, his face full of tenderness. I deliberately ignored their intimate display. But Arya took the initiative to speak to me: “Claire, now that your husband is dead, you’ll inevitably need to ask Aiden for help with things. You can’t just take advantage for free, can you?” Her eyes gleamed with greed, clearly wanting to demand benefits from me. Zane chimed in as well: “Claire, don’t you still have some gold bracelets and gold earrings? Why don’t you give them to Arya? You won’t have any use for such precious things anyway.” I suddenly looked up, staring at him intently. Those were bought with money my mother had saved her entire life, the only keepsake she left me before dying, and he dared to covet them! However, Zane showed no guilt whatsoever, making his demand with complete righteousness: “You don’t wear jewelry when doing housework anyway, so giving them to Arya would put them to good use. Besides, Zane asked me to help him with some things before he died, so you should give me all the money he left in the house.” I was silent for a few seconds, then covered my face and started crying: “I have no money left. Zane’s money was used up long ago, and I even spent all my own money supporting him. I don’t have a single penny left now.” Zane said urgently, “That’s impossible! Zane clearly said he still had over five hundred dollars!” But I wasn’t flustered at all, letting out a cold laugh: “He was lying. He thought it was shameful to have no money, so he said that to save face. Aiden, now that Zane is dead, you’re the only man left in the family. Instead of helping me, you’re asking for money. Are you trying to drive Lily and me to our deaths?” My words were naturally false, but Zane had no way to refute them. The neighbors, hearing this, all looked at me with pity and advised Zane that he should help me. Zane’s face looked terrible: “Zane said he still had five hundred dollars left. He absolutely couldn’t be wrong!” I got up with a cold smile and brought out all of Zane’s belongings: “He only left behind this pile of junk. I’m going to burn it all right in front of you now.” I dragged over a basin and threw Zane’s documents and letters into it, even setting his clothes on fire. Zane instinctively wanted to stop me but forced himself to hold back, his face extremely grim. When I was about to throw the things Zane had given me into the basin as well, he finally couldn’t help but say: “Claire, these are all things Zane gave you. Why do you want to burn them all?” My voice choked with emotion, carrying some grief: “He’s already dead, what use do I have for keeping these things? Besides, you’ve been pressuring me all along. The moment Zane died, you started asking me for money. Where would Zane have any money to leave me?” I cried as I spoke, utterly heartbroken. Everyone was moved by my emotions and sighed with sympathy. Zane’s face was dark with frustration, and he could only watch helplessly as I burned all of his belongings. Back in the house, Lily opened her big eyes wide and asked me in confusion: “Mommy, that person is clearly Daddy, so why is everyone saying he’s Uncle Aiden?”

A sharp pain suddenly pierced through my heart. Even Lily had recognized that man as Zane, yet he still refused to admit it, showing such heartless indifference even to his own daughter. I held Lily tightly, struggling to hold back the tears in my eyes. I whispered to comfort her: “Lily, he’s not your daddy. Your daddy has passed away.” That same day, I went to the military base to find Nathan, bringing the death certificate to report the death and requesting to cancel Zane’s military registration. Nathan said: “I just learned about Zane’s sacrifice, and I’m deeply sorry for your loss. As family members, the organization will do its best to meet your needs.” Without hesitation, I voiced the thought I’d been considering for a long time: “Colonel Welch, I’d like to find a job at the military base, as long as it can support Lily and me.” Nathan seemed somewhat surprised: “Work at the military base can be quite demanding. Are you sure you’ve thought this through?” This was exactly what I wanted. I nodded firmly. Soon, the paperwork was completed. Not only did I successfully cancel Zane’s military registration, but I also received a pension and funeral expenses. When I returned home, Mary was sitting in the yard. Seeing me come in, she sneered sarcastically: “Oh, the jinx is back? Your man is dead, and you’re still running around everywhere. My son was really unlucky to marry someone like you.” Lily sat on the ground shucking corn, crying softly. Her hands were covered with blisters, some already burst, with wounds red and inflamed. I was instantly furious and immediately picked up Lily. “Lily is only five years old! Her hands are torn up like this, can’t you see?” Mary put her hands on her hips and said viciously: “You bitch, you didn’t give our family a son, and you still dare to talk back? Don’t you want to work?” I laughed coldly: “Since my husband is dead anyway, I’ll just leave. I won’t take advantage of you.” With that, I turned to leave. Mary became unhappy again and rushed over to block me: “If you leave, who’s going to take care of Arya? You’ve been freeloading in our house for so many years, don’t think you can leave easily!” Arya stood under the window, rubbing her belly and looking at me smugly: “Claire, it’s all because you didn’t have a son. The one in my belly is a boy, so you need to take good care of me.” Zane stood beside her supporting her, saying to me: “Mom is getting old, and Arya needs the most care right now. Claire, stop being stubborn.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. When I gave birth to Lily, he never said anything about taking care of me. On the day I went into labor, I went to the hospital alone, and not a single person at home cared. Mary despised me for not having a son and was completely indifferent to me. And Zane never even showed his face, not even offering a word of concern. I had no need to serve them like a slave! I gritted my teeth, carried Lily back to the room, and carefully applied ointment to her wounds. As I was leaving, I happened to hear Arya say to Zane: “Zane, if you hadn’t taken Aiden’s place to stay with me, I would have been killed by Claire.” Zane’s voice was incredibly gentle: “Don’t worry, Arya. For you and our child, I will protect you for the rest of my life. Mom is on your side too, otherwise how could she agree to let me assume Aiden’s identity?” I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms, my lips nearly bleeding from biting them. So, the child Arya was carrying was Zane’s, and she and Mary had known about Zane’s identity deception all along. Their relationship had started much earlier than I had imagined, and I had been deceived by him all this time. Looking at Lily sleeping peacefully, I quietly comforted myself: “I need to think about Lily. We’ll be able to leave here soon.” Sure enough, two days later I received word from Nathan that he had arranged a job for me and I could start anytime. I immediately packed my things and prepared to leave. However, as soon as I stepped outside, I saw Zane’s livid face. His gaze fell on the train ticket in my hand, his tone ice-cold: “Claire, where are you going?”

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When my daughter Rebecca Petrov said she wanted a new mom for the tenth time, I didn’t get angry. Instead, I asked her with unusual calm, “Who would you like to be your mom?” Rebecca answered without hesitation: “Ms. Howard.” Elsie Howard was her tutor and the woman my husband Vincent Petrov had always been in love with. That day, at Rebecca’s birthday party, she even publicly thanked Elsie, saying Elsie took care of her like a mother. Looking at her innocent face, I finally understood that Rebecca didn’t like me at all. From that moment on, I stopped caring for her and Vincent the way I used to, and instead threw myself into a classified national project. Rather than waste my time on people who didn’t deserve it, I’d serve my country instead. ***** When Rebecca said she wanted a new mom for the tenth time, I didn’t get angry. I simply went back to my room and pulled out the classified agreement I’d hidden in my closet. I was a researcher at a government laboratory—dedicated, responsible, and highly capable. So when the secret operation launched, my supervisor approached me first, inviting me to join the project. But I hesitated. I thought about how young Rebecca was, how busy Vincent was with work. If I left, she might have no one to take care of her. And this assignment would last over ten years. I’d miss the crucial years of Rebecca’s childhood. So I declined my supervisor’s offer. After her repeated persuasion, I brought the agreement home. However, I never imagined that Rebecca simply didn’t care about me. Her heart belonged only to Elsie. Even at her birthday party, she openly thanked Elsie, saying Elsie cared for her like a mother, and bluntly stated she wanted to replace me. Everyone stared at me, their eyes full of curiosity. But I didn’t get angry. I simply asked Rebecca calmly, “Who would you like to be your mom?” “Ms. Howard,” she blurted out. In that moment, I turned and walked away. That night, Vincent and I had a huge fight. He said I was being unreasonable, making a big deal out of something Rebecca had said casually. I looked at him coolly and asked back, “Then what should I care about? Your relationship with Elsie?” Vincent probably thought I loved him too much, completely overlooking the fact that Elsie had been his first love. We’d met and fallen in love in college, walking hand in hand to where we were now—with a car, a house, and savings. Seven years together had given us what seemed like the most beautiful things in the world. At least, that’s how it felt before I discovered the photo Vincent had hidden away. Elsie in her teens, hair in pigtails, looking especially pure and innocent. After seeing that photo, I’d wanted to confront Vincent about it, but thinking of Rebecca and our years together, I held back. Maybe there were no feelings left between them. But now I realized how wrong I’d been. I sighed softly and picked up my phone to call my friend Angel Fields. When she answered, I said, “Hey Angel, could you please tell the team leader that I want to participate in this operation?” Then I picked up a pen and signed my name on the document. Angel asked in surprise, “What? Didn’t you say you weren’t participating?” Angel and I worked at the same research institute, busy in the same lab every day. She was also on the list for this experiment. When the list first came out, she’d approached me, asking if I wanted to join. But back then, I’d refused because of Rebecca. Now that I’d suddenly changed my mind, she was obviously shocked. After all, anyone close to me knew how much I valued family. For my family’s sake, I made an effort every day to squeeze out time to go home and be with them. After I explained, she said, “Oh, I understand now.” After hanging up, I put the document back in its folder. But the next second, a tear silently slipped down and landed on the document folder. I raised my hand to wipe it away, but more tears fell uncontrollably, one after another. No matter what, I still felt heartbroken. Rebecca was the child I’d risked my life to bring into this world. During early pregnancy, due to physical complications, I had morning sickness all day and couldn’t keep anything down. At its worst, I would even faint. I barely made it through the pregnancy, but during labor, I had complications due to the baby’s breech position. The doctor issued a critical condition notice and suggested Vincent sign an agreement to terminate the pregnancy. But I stopped all of that. Fortunately, in the end, I successfully gave birth to Rebecca.

Because our child was so precious to us, Rebecca had been cherished by both Vincent and me since she was little. However, I never imagined that the once innocent little girl would grow to resent me so much after just a few years. The next day, Vincent and Rebecca finally returned home with Elsie. From Instagram, I learned they had gone on a trip together. Most of the time, Elsie seemed more like Vincent’s wife than I did. Clearly, both Vincent and Rebecca preferred her company. Actually, Rebecca and I didn’t always have such a strained relationship. She used to hold my hand with her soft little fingers, sweetly calling me “Mommy,” and would snuggle in my arms, kiss me, and fall asleep peacefully. But somewhere along the way, she gradually grew distant from me. I wondered if it was because Elsie had returned from abroad and Vincent hired her as Rebecca’s tutor? Or was it because I had been too strict in disciplining her, causing her to rebel? I had no way of knowing. However, I still remember the first time I heard Elsie’s name. Rebecca was doing homework at the time, and I was dissatisfied with her careless attitude, demanding she rewrite it. Just when she was at her angriest, she brought up Elsie. “Mom, why can’t you be more like Ms. Howard? She not only lets me have snacks, but also gets Dad to take me to amusement parks. And she’s so beautiful. Can’t you try to dress up a little? All you do is boss me around all day. No wonder Dad says you’ve gotten ugly!” When Rebecca said this, her face was full of disgust. This immediately reminded me of Vincent. After years of marriage, his eyes had recently shown similar emotions. Thinking back to when we first started dating, Vincent never lost patience with me no matter what I did. Even after we got married and I gave birth, when I was uncomfortable and couldn’t move around easily, he never showed the slightest bit of disdain. Now we had everything, but Vincent had begun to despise my stretch marks and the body I’d neglected due to work and childbearing. I was momentarily stunned. Amusement parks used to be Vincent’s favorite place to take me on dates. And now, he was taking Elsie there instead. Watching the three of them walk into the living room, chatting and laughing, I pressed my lips together, trying to hide my sense of loss. I turned away to wash the dishes and put them in the sterilizer. “Mom, I’m not doing homework this afternoon. Ms. Howard says she’s taking me out to play.” At the doorway, Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips, announcing this to me. I glanced at her. In the past, if she had spoken to me like this, I would have definitely given her a stern lecture, requiring her to finish her responsibilities before going out to play. But now, I suddenly felt it was all meaningless. So I just gave a casual response and walked past her, preparing to grab my bag and head back to the lab. Seeing my attitude, Rebecca actually ran barefoot to Vincent, threw herself into his arms, and said pitifully, “Daddy, Mommy was mean to me.” Vincent took off his suit jacket and bent down to pick up Rebecca, his arm muscles visible through his white shirt as he lifted her. He had clearly witnessed the entire exchange, yet still walked over to me with a cold expression, his tone accusatory. “Riley, Rebecca’s still young. Why do you have to look so serious? She just didn’t do her homework. Did you really need to get so angry?” I looked up at Vincent and suddenly felt like he was a stranger. This was our seventh year together, and the young man with the clear, bright eyes was now completely unrecognizable. Rebecca hugged Vincent’s neck, and hearing me get scolded, she smugly made a face at me. In the past, I would have definitely argued back with Vincent, stood my ground, and even debated about Rebecca’s education. But this time, I remained unusually calm, turned around, opened the door, and left. There was no point in continuing to argue with people like them. Elsie asked softly, “Vincent, is Riley angry? It must be because of me. If she doesn’t like me, I’ll resign.” Vincent said coldly, “Don’t worry about her. She walks around with that serious face all day long. Who wants to look at that?”

At the research institute, I threw myself completely into my experiments. By the time I finished work, it was already past nine in the evening. A colleague noticed I was still there and asked with some surprise, “Riley, you haven’t left yet? Aren’t you going home to spend time with Rebecca tonight?” Thinking of the scene between Rebecca and Elsie, I shook my head gently. “No need. Won’t be necessary anymore.” I pulled two all-nighters in a row and finally obtained the ideal experimental data. A sense of satisfaction washed over me. I suddenly realized how refreshing it felt not having to force myself to squeeze out time, abandon my beloved work, and rush home. I hummed as I walked home. The moment I opened the front door, I saw Vincent with a dark expression, holding Rebecca in his arms. The instant he saw me, he erupted in anger: “Riley, have you lost your mind? You don’t even come home! Do you even deserve to be called a wife or a mother? I’m out there busting my ass to make money, not so you can go gallivanting around!” Vincent’s words were harsh and cutting. I immediately shot back: “Vincent, I have a job too. Besides, as Rebecca’s father, can’t you take care of her? And isn’t Elsie there?” I frowned and continued: “What’s more, how much of the money you work so hard to earn have I actually spent? My income is more than enough to support myself!” Just as I finished speaking, I heard the door opening behind me. The next second, Elsie’s gentle voice rang out: “Vincent, didn’t I tell you not to fight with Riley? Why are you getting angry again?” The moment Rebecca saw Elsie, she couldn’t wait to rush toward her, acting coquettishly: “Miss Howard, you’re finally here! I’m hungry. Can you take me out to eat?” Elsie gently stroked her head, her tone tender: “Of course, but…” She looked up at me, appearing troubled. She said: “But your mom might not be happy about it. She doesn’t like you eating out.” Hearing this, Rebecca flew into a rage and suddenly slapped my arm: “Bad woman! You can’t stop me!” Rebecca’s slap stung my arm. But I only found it ridiculous. I didn’t let Rebecca eat out because she’d been frail since childhood, with a particularly sensitive stomach. Whenever she ate fried food, she’d get stomach pain and diarrhea. Following the doctor’s advice, I carefully controlled her diet solely to protect her health. Yet my care was so misunderstood. I suddenly felt bored and said: “Whatever you want.” Then I turned and walked into my room. Soon after, Rebecca’s cheerful voice came from outside: “Great! Dad, hurry up and take me and Miss Howard out to eat!” I sat quietly in my room, turning a deaf ear to the commotion outside. Once, I too had been heartbroken by Vincent’s change of heart. We’d been together for seven years, and I couldn’t easily accept his transformation. But gradually, I understood a truth. When you start worrying about whether someone will leave you, that person becomes increasingly brazen. So rather than loving others, it’s better to love yourself first. In the afternoon, I was crouched by the sofa watering Rebecca’s plants when Vincent suddenly burst back in. His face was full of anxiety, and when he saw me, he looked like a trapped wild animal that had finally found an outlet for its frustration. He roared: “Riley, how have you been taking care of Rebecca? Don’t you know she has a cold? Why didn’t you remind us when we went out? Do you want to see her get sick? Hurry up and come with me to the hospital!” My hand holding the kettle froze mid-air. My mind went completely blank. Ever since Rebecca’s birthday party, she had been distant from me, and I hadn’t noticed she was running a fever at all. But driven by maternal instinct, I didn’t hesitate to follow Vincent. On the way, I finally pieced together what had happened. Rebecca’s fever was caused by her suddenly feeling feverish during breakfast, then collapsing. I said, “No, Vincent, Rebecca must be having an allergic reaction.” From his brief explanation, I caught the problem. The sandwich they had for breakfast contained peanut butter, and Rebecca is allergic to peanuts. “Is that so?” Vincent looked at me in surprise. I pushed past him and ran desperately toward the hospital. The allergy—this was one of the things I felt most guilty about regarding Rebecca. It was a condition she inherited from me, and in severe cases, it could even be life-threatening. “Riley, slow down! Your shoe!” Vincent quickly caught up with me, panting and holding my other shoe that had fallen off. But I couldn’t care about any of that. Rebecca had broken out in hives, her whole body was flushed red, and she was weakly calling for “Mommy.” “Rebecca!” I reached out, wanting to hold her. In that moment, everything else became irrelevant. Whether she wanted someone else to be her mother, or whether she truly hated me—none of that mattered right now. I just wanted to hold her. “Smack.” However, even in her semi-conscious state, Rebecca recognized me. With hostility, she harshly slapped my hand away. “I don’t want you.” Her hoarse voice cut through my chest like a blade, leaving me breathless with pain. “Rebecca, she’s your mother,” Vincent said disapprovingly. Having just witnessed how frantically I had run over, he naturally understood my desperation. Elsie also noticed my bare feet and the faint smell of blood in the air. She said, “Riley, you’re hurt. Go get your wound treated first. I’ll stay with Rebecca.” As someone who had spent these past two years helping Rebecca grow up, Elsie naturally couldn’t bear to scold her and could only awkwardly change the subject. I looked down at my feet and realized that in my rush to get here, I hadn’t noticed the broken glass on the ground. At the time, I was so worried about Rebecca that I felt no pain at all. Only now, when reminded, did I feel that piercing sting. “Go get it treated,” Vincent said with some guilt. But I just sat down beside Elsie and expressionlessly pulled out the glass shards embedded in my feet. I said, “It’s fine. I’ll stay with Rebecca first.” Only after having a child did I truly understand what heartache meant for the first time. If I could, I would rather be the one lying there. “Are you really okay?” Elsie asked worriedly. Vincent looked concerned too. I said, “I’m fine. The doctor’s here.” Despite the pain, I was the first to rush toward the doctor, because only I knew Rebecca’s medical history and allergies best. An hour later, Rebecca was on an IV drip, her fever had completely broken, but I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Blood had soaked through my shoes, and with every step I took, it felt like blades were slicing the soles of my feet. Vincent noticed my condition and wanted to accompany me to treat my wounds. However, Rebecca wouldn’t let go of Vincent and Elsie’s hands, her haggard face full of dependence. I said, “It’s not necessary.” I weakly adjusted Rebecca’s blanket corner. She wouldn’t let me touch her, and I didn’t dare force it, so I could only try to get close to her this way. “Stop pretending,” Rebecca said, turning her face away. I dejectedly touched my sleeve and turned toward the surgical department. By now, I had been walking on my injured feet for over an hour, and they were covered in blood. The doctor was impressed by my stubborn endurance while also scolding me for not taking better care of myself. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and gave him a forced smile: “It’s just a minor injury.” Compared to Rebecca’s attitude toward me, this really was just an insignificant little wound.

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For five years of marriage, my husband Ian Fowler has celebrated my birthday every year on Christmas. Everyone says he loves me deeply. However, at the party, I overheard his friend asking him in German: “Did you break up with that assistant Juliet Howell? If Zoey finds out, she’ll definitely be furious.” Ian’s expression remained calm: “As long as the child is born, I’ll have her take it abroad to raise. I’ll pay her off with money.” After saying that, he turned around and gently took my hand, slipping a ring onto my finger: “This is your birthday gift for this year. Happy birthday, my darling.” Every year, Ian gives me a ring with special meaning. I forced a smile, but tears silently streamed down my face. He seemed to have forgotten that when he went to study in Germany years ago, I had struggled to learn German just to see him. I understood every word he said. ***** Seeing my tears, Ian’s calm expression instantly changed. He immediately embraced me, asking anxiously: “Darling, why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?” I turned my head, and through my teary eyes, Ian’s handsome face became blurred. Even so, I could still keenly sense his concern for me. His anxious demeanor at this moment showed no trace of a cheating man. I was instantly speechless. No one would believe that Ian could betray me. When Ian and I first met, I was only seventeen. Due to family circumstances, I transferred to a school in an unfamiliar city. I was introverted then and easily isolated by classmates. I still remember someone leading others to hide my school uniform, causing me to be criticized by the teacher and made to stand for an entire class. Later, that prankster boy threw my dirty uniform back at me, covered with ink stains and grease. Ian couldn’t stand it anymore. He beat up that boy and forced him to wash the uniform clean before returning it. That day, sunlight fell on his deep-set eyes and brows. He flashed a mischievous smile and said: “If anyone bullies you in the future, tell me. I’ll deal with them for you.” From then on, I often followed behind Ian, and he became my only friend at school. He excelled academically, would help me with my studies, and take me running to exercise. He said he couldn’t be by my side protecting me forever. In our sophomore year, I fainted on the playground from malnutrition. He was so scared he rushed me to the hospital, terrified I had some serious condition. My friend told me that Ian was so anxious that day he nearly cried. After that, he always brought me delicious food from home. Over time, I actually gained quite a bit of weight. Later, we got into the same university together, naturally fell in love, even survived three years of long-distance relationship, and finally got married. But I couldn’t understand how that boy from years ago could become like this. I wiped the tears from my face and said: “I’m just so moved. Ian, will you always treat me this well for the rest of our lives?” I looked up at him seriously. Ian froze for a moment and instinctively turned his head away. He held me somewhat guiltily, avoiding my gaze. He said: “Of course, Zoey. I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.” His voice still carried that reassuring strength. When we first started dating, I went through a period of insomnia, and Ian would coax me to sleep every night. He used to be a symbol of hope and love. But now, breathing in his warm, sunny scent in his embrace, I couldn’t help but feel lost. All I wanted to say was: “Liar! Ian, you’re such a liar!”

Three months ago, I discovered Ian’s affair. That day, I went to work at the hospital as usual. After a full day’s work, night had fallen. Ian sent me a message: [Honey, I have to work overtime today. Make sure you get home early.] I replied: [No problem, take care of yourself. I’m having dinner with Eloise today.] We’d been married for five years and together for ten. Ian always kept me informed of his whereabouts in detail. Whenever he got off work early, he’d always come pick me up. He’d once suggested hiring a full-time driver for my commute, but I declined. The hospital wasn’t far from home—a twenty-minute walk that served as good exercise. The chilly evening breeze picked up as I wrapped my coat tighter around me, left the hospital, and merged into the bustling street. I headed to the newly opened seafood restaurant as planned. My good friend Eloise Watson had just returned from a business trip and had been dying to try this place, insisting on dragging me out for dinner. The restaurant buzzed with conversation, aromas mingling with laughter and chatter filling the air. The scent of good food has a way of soothing the soul. My right eyelid had been twitching non-stop since morning. Noticing me constantly rubbing my eyelid, Eloise grinned mischievously and said, “Your eyelid’s been twitching for so long—something big’s definitely about to happen.” She devoured her lobster while piling more pieces onto my plate. I rubbed my eyes and protested, “I’m just tired, don’t be ridiculous.” Eloise continued eating and talking, “Ian makes so much money, why are you still working yourself to death? That little company of yours doesn’t even pay that well.” She stuck out her tongue, took a sip of her iced Coke, and frowned, “Zoey, I have to warn you—a man like Ian has plenty of women eyeing him. You need to keep a close watch on him.” Just as I was about to argue back, I caught sight of a familiar figure in my peripheral vision. Ian was dressed casually, accompanied by a woman in a white dress—they looked good together. Several men in suits were with them as they walked into a private dining room nearby. I frowned at the scene, thinking, “Didn’t Ian say he was working overtime? What’s he doing here?” Eloise hadn’t noticed. She looked up to see me spacing out and asked curiously, “What are you looking at?” I instinctively shook my head, “Nothing.” However, despite the delicious food before me, I’d lost my appetite. I texted Ian, asking where he was. Soon, he replied: [I’m at a seafood restaurant, treating some company employees to dinner. What’s up, baby?] Seeing this message, I felt relieved. Ian hadn’t lied to me. I replied: [Nothing, just wondering.] I put away my phone and continued dinner with Eloise. Half an hour later, Eloise headed home first, and I decided to wait for Ian so we could leave together. After paying the bill, I tossed the receipt in the trash, grabbed my purse, and sat on a chair outside the entrance.

About half an hour later, Ian emerged from the restaurant, surrounded by several colleagues. I was just about to stand up and call out to him when I heard one of them say to Ian in a teasing tone, “Mr. Fowler, thanks for treating us. We never expected you’d take us out for such a seafood feast.” Another person chimed in, “Well, we have Ms. Howell to thank for that. Mr. Fowler knew she loves seafood.” I thought to myself, “Ian’s secretary? Juliet? What does his choice of a seafood restaurant have to do with her?” Someone else added, “Come on, don’t say that. Mr. Fowler really takes good care of Ms. Howell. We’re all so envious.” Hearing this, Juliet lowered her head slightly, a shy expression crossing her face. The next second, I heard Ian’s clear and authoritative voice: “You guys have some nerve! I have a wife, so watch what you say. Juliet and I are strictly professional. If my wife heard this kind of talk, she’d be upset.” At that moment, I watched Juliet’s face instantly turn pale. I couldn’t help but feel relieved. It seemed Ian still knew his boundaries. I smiled and prepared to approach them, but suddenly someone rushed past and knocked my bag to the ground. By the time I got back on my feet, Ian had already disappeared into the street. I hurried after him and saw him enter the parking garage next door. I took the elevator downstairs to the parking garage. I called Ian’s phone, but no one answered. Soon, I heard the familiar ringtone. Following the sound, I found his car. However, what I saw next left me stunned. Ian was gripping Juliet’s wrist tightly, pushing her forcefully against the car door with both arms braced on either side of her waist. Despite the rough movement, the entire scene radiated an intimate atmosphere. “Juliet, don’t cause me any trouble,” Ian’s voice was cold and low. Juliet said, “I’m not! Didn’t you just say we only have a professional relationship? Then why are you trapping me here now? What’s this supposed to mean?” Her eyes were red as she stubbornly looked up at Ian, her beautiful face full of hurt. My heart clenched suddenly. Their current proximity had clearly gone far beyond any ordinary professional relationship. I frowned. Under my gaze, Ian slowly raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Juliet’s face. A faint smile appeared on his handsome features. He said, “Juliet, Zoey and I will never get divorced, so you’d better not provoke her, or you know what I’m capable of. But aside from marrying you, I can give you everything else.” Hearing those words, my hands involuntarily clenched into fists, my nails digging deep into my palms with sharp, piercing pain. And Juliet finally smiled, actively nestling into Ian’s embrace, her coy demeanor on full display. After being intimate for a while, they drove away together. I stood in the corner of the parking garage, watching their car gradually disappear from sight. It was a long time before I could force my stiff body to move and slowly leave. That night, I don’t know how I made it home. I only remember that Ian didn’t come home. He only sent me one message: [Baby, something urgent came up at work. I won’t be coming home tonight. Get some good rest.] Staring at the words on the screen, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives. My mind was in chaos, filled with all of Ian’s previous “overtime” excuses. Perhaps he had been lying to me all along. Later, I had someone follow Ian and sure enough, they captured photos of him and Juliet in various intimate interactions. From that point on, I kept thinking: “Ian really is quite the actor.” My thoughts gradually came back into focus. Seeing my silence, Ian leaned down to kiss my cheek, but I gently pulled away. Though I’d already decided to break up with Ian, I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everyone. After all, we were all adults here, and we should at least give each other some dignity. So I made up an excuse: “The hospital called about a patient. I need to go.” Ian frowned, disappointment flickering across his face. “But it’s your birthday. Can’t you take a break just this once?” Like I used to, I reached up to smooth his brow, coaxing softly, “It’s okay. Besides, I still have that gift I prepared for you—it’s in my desk drawer at the hospital.” The day we made our relationship official happened to be my birthday. So Ian and I agreed to exchange gifts every year on this day. Every year, I would specially design a suit for him, and this year was no exception. Before his affair, I’d already finished the design, and these past three months gave me just enough time to complete the entire piece. Seeing my determination, Ian sighed helplessly, his expression turning indulgent. “Alright then, but at least blow out the candles before you go. I made this ice cream cake especially for you—if we wait much longer, it’ll melt.” I nodded. Ian smiled as he pulled me over to the cake, and I blew out the candles. Then he announced loudly, “I want to be with Zoey forever! I want to stay by her side for the rest of my life!” His words sparked cheers from everyone around us. “Ian, you’re too much! Showing off your love in front of all of us.” “Ian, you and Zoey have been together for almost ten years now, right? Your relationship is still so sweet—it’s honestly enviable.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but freeze. Eleven years. This year marked the eleventh year Ian and I had been together. Yet he’d fallen for someone else. I quickly composed myself, looking at Ian with calm detachment as I pulled my hand from his grasp. “I’ll go get my things first,” I said. “I probably won’t be back tonight. Have fun with your friends.” With that, I turned and left. After handling the patient situation at the hospital, I returned to the club with the suit. This was our eleventh year together, and our final ending. I thought this kind of closure would at least be complete. But as soon as I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Juliet push open the private room door and walk inside. Standing at the doorway with the bag in my hands, my emotions were a tangled mess. I thought to myself: “Ian, are you really this impatient? You couldn’t even wait this short amount of time without having Juliet come keep you company.” A sharp pain shot through my chest, making it hard to breathe. I leaned against the wall, my eyes welling up without warning. Finally, I called Eloise. “Eloise,” I said, “about joining the research institute—I’ve decided to accept.” Recently, my hospital had a confidential project in Maine that required selecting outstanding doctors to participate in research experiments. The project focused specifically on brain tumor research. My father had died from a brain tumor, and my mother had succumbed to depression afterward. From the day I started studying medicine, my dream had been to conquer brain tumors. However, joining this project meant I couldn’t easily leave the research institute—it could be a few years at the shortest, or over a decade at the longest. The thought of being separated from Ian for so long had made me hesitate. Eloise was my colleague and also part of this project. When she learned about my hesitation, she’d called me “unprofessional.” Now that I’d suddenly agreed, she found it strange instead. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t bear to leave Mr. Fowler?” I pressed my lips together. “I’ve figured it out. I should live for myself.” I didn’t tell Eloise about Ian’s betrayal. With her fiery temper, she’d definitely do something impulsive. After hanging up, I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my emotions.

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My husband Theodore Johnson’s mistress was throwing another tantrum. He pushed the divorce papers in front of my plate, saying coldly, “Sign it. Let’s just get divorced.” I gripped the hem of my dress, nodded silently, and quickly signed my name. As I left, I heard his friends mocking me. “Evelyn’s so easy to deal with. She’ll do whatever you tell her to, won’t she?” Theodore elegantly sipped his red wine and smiled mockingly, “Want to make a bet?” They wagered that in twenty days, even if I was crying my eyes out in court, I’d still obediently go through with the divorce proceedings. The moment I got the divorce certificate, I rubbed my phone and calmly replied to the message I’d just received. Quentin: [Will you marry me?] Evelyn: [Yes.] ***** After sending the message, the laughter and chatter in the room continued. “I bet if you give Evelyn the latest sports car, she’ll agree to the divorce.” “I don’t think so. She loves Theodore so much—how could she possibly agree to divorce?” “You don’t get it. Evelyn’s like a loyal dog Theodore keeps. She’ll follow orders.” At that moment, Theodore suddenly said coldly, “Whoever loses buys two sports cars each.” The room erupted in laughter. I fled the scene in panic. Just then, my phone chimed. Quentin: [Really?] Evelyn: [Of course.] Half a year ago, Theodore fell in love with some unknown actress named Dora Davis. He invested in Dora like crazy, buying her a house and car in Austin. The downtown Austin mansion was filled with jewelry and accessories that young girls love. But Dora remained indifferent to him. Theodore patiently pursued Dora for many days, but she still wouldn’t agree to be his mistress. Wearing a limited-edition seasonal dress, her face flushed with anger: “Theodore, I admit you’ve been very good to me, and I do like you, but I don’t want to be just your mistress!” Theodore had dominated the business world for years and had met countless women. Women would constantly flatter him for his money. But Dora was different. She had principles. Even though Theodore had spent so much money, she refused to be kept. Theodore found her absolutely fascinating. He even abandoned me repeatedly for her sake. I remember on my birthday, Theodore rarely came home to celebrate with me for the first time. He was well-dressed and had bought my favorite little cake. Just as I was making a wish, his phone suddenly rang. Before answering, he told me he’d come back to finish celebrating my birthday, but after the call ended, he turned and left. He said he had urgent business to handle, and I chose to believe him. Ten minutes later, I received a friend request. The person added me but didn’t send any messages. Out of curiosity, I clicked on her Instagram. It was full of photos of her and Theodore together. At that moment, I knew the truth about Theodore’s affair. When I confronted him with my phone, he said they were just ordinary friends. I didn’t believe him, but he thought I was being unreasonable. “No matter what our relationship is, you’ll always be my wife. Isn’t that enough?” I was momentarily stunned. So in his mind, I just needed to maintain the status of being his wife—that was enough. He had clearly said he loved me most, so why did he suddenly fall in love with another woman? I felt like there was a stone pressing on my heart, making it hard to breathe. But I didn’t even have the courage to argue back. Then, he publicly handed me the divorce papers. “Sign it. Let’s just get divorced.” I silently signed my name and turned to leave. When Theodore came home, he was still drunk. Seeing me sitting on the couch, he frowned and asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” I looked up at him and spoke my first words of the day: “I’m not tired.” “Even if you’re not tired, you should sleep. The doctor said you need more rest.” I didn’t look at him and got up to walk toward the bedroom. “Wait.” Theodore stopped me. “I need to talk to you about something tomorrow.”

The next morning, Theodore woke me from my sleep. “Evelyn, let’s go file for divorce today.” I was stunned for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.” On the way there, Theodore unusually began talking to himself about our plans for the four years since our marriage. “I’ll take you for a medical checkup first. The doctor said last time that your condition has stabilized significantly, and you should return to normal after some more time. Then, I want to take you traveling. You haven’t been anywhere during all these years of illness. I remember when you were little, you loved running around everywhere, always saying you’d travel the world when you grew up. Once you’re better, we’ll go, okay?” He turned to look at me, but I remained silent. Theodore sighed. “She’s just an actress. How could I fall in love with her? She’s so different, and I’m curious when she’ll finally be with me.” He paused, then added, “Don’t worry. Since I promised you I’d take care of you, I’ll definitely keep my word.” I nodded. Seeing no reaction from me, Theodore stopped talking and drove in silence. At the courthouse, Theodore opened the car door and leaned over to unbuckle my seatbelt. I followed him inside, and everything went smoothly. The clerk asked us the usual questions. I have autism and can’t express emotions accurately, so I could only keep nodding along with Theodore. “If you’re both certain, please sign here. Come back in a month to collect your divorce certificate.” Theodore joyfully took the receipt. Then he looked down to text someone. He smiled brilliantly, and I didn’t need to guess who he was chatting with. At the same time, I received a message: [I’ve already booked my flight back home. See you tomorrow.] I simply replied and ignored it. That night, I unusually dreamed about my childhood.

Theodore always used to cling to me when we were little. “Evelyn, your eyes are so beautiful! Evelyn, will you play house with me? I’ll be the prince, and you’ll be the princess. Princesses always marry princes. When I grow up, I want to marry you too.” Back then, I really liked Theodore. We went to school together, came home together, and even skipped classes together to go to concerts. Until that day when I saw my parents and sister lying in pools of blood. I stood there frozen, losing all sensation in an instant. In my memory, Theodore cried as he held me and asked me to come home with him. He said, “My home is your home. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be by your side.” From then on, I completely shut myself off and stopped talking to anyone. Theodore’s parents took me to many hospitals both domestically and abroad. All the doctors just shook their heads, saying I had developed autism from the trauma. Theodore’s parents looked at me with tears in their eyes and said, “Evelyn, you’re the only child your parents have left. You absolutely cannot have anything happen to you.” My family and Theodore’s were old friends. After my parents’ accident, I was taken into his home. His whole family treated me extremely well, which kept me from completely falling apart during my childhood. Back then, Theodore wasn’t like he is now. He would protect me. Whenever someone insulted me, he would immediately rush up and fight them. He would sit quietly with me, watching me tend to those flowers and plants. He never said I was wasting time. So when he asked if I would marry him, I nodded. Theodore’s parents happily prepared our wedding. I remained immersed in my own world, tending to those flowers and plants. My condition gradually improved slightly, and I could barely express some emotions. However, I didn’t really understand what marriage meant. The doctor told me that marriage meant two people being together and never separating. I thought, “If that person is Theodore, then it doesn’t matter.” Our wedding was very grand, with all the prominent figures in Austin attending. Theodore held my hand as we received everyone’s blessings. That night, he held me in his arms and gently asked if he could kiss me. I didn’t understand why he had to kiss me when I was already so sleepy. But I never refused Theodore’s requests. That day, I sat on his lap as he kissed me tenderly. He said we would be happy like this for a lifetime. But just four years later, everything changed. Theodore’s parents passed away one after another, and I lost my loving family once again. During that time, I locked myself in the greenhouse. I would only open the door when Theodore came home. He held me and cried, begging me not to be like this. Later, the Johnson family business grew more and more successful, and Theodore came home later and later. Everyone in Austin knew that Theodore’s wife was a useless autistic patient. So countless women wanted to become the mistress of the Johnson family. Theodore dismissed them all, except for Dora. Dora didn’t care about his money, nor did she care about his threats or bribes. She simply wanted to stand openly by Theodore’s side. This was the most ordinary thing for couples on dates, but Theodore was already married.

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My usually calm and intelligent fiancé Xavier Harris actually fell in love with street thug Zoe Harlow. For her, he tore up our engagement agreement, refused all financial support from his family, and even dropped out of school to start a business. Xavier said Zoe was different, like a little sun that illuminated his dark life. In contrast, he thought I was rigid and boring, unable to do anything except help him study. Years passed, and I thought he had finally found himself and gained the freedom he’d always dreamed of. But when he saw me again, he grabbed my sleeve tightly, tears streaming down his face as he said he regretted everything. ***** I never imagined reuniting with Xavier would be so awkward. In the stinking fish market, vendors’ shouts rose and fell, deafeningly loud. Xavier stood helplessly in the murky puddles, watching Zoe beside him haggle with a fish vendor. “How about three dollars? Why does dead fish cost two dollars a pound? Throw in a small fish for me—it looks really fresh.” The fish vendor rolled his eyes and waved impatiently. “Stop haggling! I’m already losing money—how could I possibly give you free fish? Lady, you’re being ridiculous.” Xavier, who had lived a pampered life since childhood, had never faced such humiliation. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he wanted to turn and leave, but Zoe grabbed him. “Help me out here! We haven’t had fish in ages—don’t you want some? With that face of yours, if you sweet-talk him a bit, the boss might give us a fish.” Zoe looked excited, but Xavier just stood there, unable to say a word. Finally, Zoe glared at him and helplessly continued haggling with the vendor. The fish vendor had probably never encountered such shameless customers and was dizzy with anger. “Fine, take it! Get out of here and stop interfering with my business!” He contemptuously handed them the fish and waved them away. Zoe immediately beamed, took the fish and secretly tucked it into her jacket pocket, then grabbed an onion on her way out. She looked smugly at Xavier and said, “How’s that? Pretty impressive, right? I got you a feast without spending a dime!” Xavier ignored her, turning to gaze at the Maybach in the distance. Through the crowd, he locked eyes with me. Xavier pressed his lips together, clutching the plastic bag tightly, tears welling in his eyes. I pushed open the car door and walked slowly toward them, as calm as if I were looking at strangers. The moment Zoe saw me, thinking I was there to steal her man, she immediately became unreasonable. She arrogantly put her hands on her hips, looking fierce. “Let me tell you, this is my territory! Believe it or not, I’ll get people to beat you up right now? You better get lost. If you really want to fight me, I’m not afraid of you.” I ignored this crazy woman, just glanced at the mortified Xavier and said coldly, “What a shame.” This completely enraged Zoe, who rolled up her sleeves and lunged forward to grab my hair. But before she could touch me, the surrounding vendors swarmed forward to separate her, and the shoving nearly caused a stampede. “Oh my, you’re finally here! Let’s continue discussing the market acquisition!” “It’s too fishy here—how about my pork stall? I’ll grind you fresh coffee!” “Who are you people? How dare you block our boss’s path? Get lost!” Surrounded by everyone, I left without looking back, never sparing them another glance from start to finish.

I don’t know what Xavier will think when he sees me again, but I truly feel sorry for him. Five years ago, Xavier was still the golden boy at our school—academically excellent and widely admired. Moreover, his relationship with Zoe began because of me. Zoe was a notorious troublemaker who smoked, drank, and got into fights at school. However, what really made her famous was her calculated bullying campaign against me. During my junior year, my father had me transfer to Xavier’s school so I could build relationships with his business partners’ children. Despite my typically well-behaved nature, rumors suddenly spread that I was working as a hostess. After extensive investigation, my father discovered that Zoe was behind it all. Her reason for targeting me was simple—she resented the wealthy and didn’t want a rich girl like me to be happy. Xavier’s father wanted to use this opportunity to bring us together, so he sent Xavier to handle the situation. Unexpectedly, after a month passed, not only did the rumors about me fail to die down, but the two of them started dating instead. They would openly hold hands and kiss in the cafeteria, on the playground, and in the library. They even flirted publicly in class, convincing our homeroom teacher to seat them together. This naturally infuriated both Xavier’s and my parents, who held a banquet to make their position clear. However, Xavier’s attitude was surprisingly resolute. He publicly proposed to Zoe and insisted on breaking off our engagement. With tears streaming down his face, Xavier made an impassioned speech about how he had never experienced true happiness, how his life had always been constrained, and his future predetermined. Only Zoe made him feel different, giving him unprecedented freedom. He was hopelessly in love with Zoe. He said that although Zoe was poor, she possessed an ambition beyond ordinary people’s imagination. He was willing to give up everything he had to endure hardships with her. Xavier’s mother nearly fainted from anger, and his father flew into a rage. “Under no circumstances can you break off your engagement with Vivian! She’s the woman most suitable for you—you’re just bewitched! Guards! Lock Xavier up! No one is allowed to let him out without my permission!” At that moment, Zoe stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Xavier. “You don’t understand what Xavier wants at all! You can’t give him the love he needs, and you have no idea how much pressure he’s under. Xavier clearly doesn’t love Vivian, but you’re forcing him anyway. I’m sick of these wealthy family games! I may be poor, but I’m kind and honest, with qualities that Vivian lacks, yet you’re all blind to it!” Her words left everyone speechless. These business elites who dominated the corporate world had never expected to be lectured by a young girl. Zoe became increasingly emotional and finally broke down in tears, which deeply worried Xavier. “Vivian, stop pestering me from now on. Let’s leave each other with some dignity.” As soon as Xavier finished speaking, everyone’s eyes turned to me. At that moment, even I began to doubt whether I had really been pestering him. But in my memory, that charming young man had always been gentle with me. We had been engaged since childhood, and our families were very close, so we were naturally intimate. During my adolescent years, I did fantasize about marrying him someday. However, I had never done anything inappropriate. Even when we were alone together, we would just focus on our studies—we had never even held hands.

I’m a conservative girl, yet Zoe slandered me as a bar hostess. I’ve always been reasonable, but Xavier claimed I kept pestering him. Not being good with words, I found myself at a loss and could only look to Xavier’s parents for help. Xavier’s father had always doted on me, and now he was absolutely furious with Zoe. “I will never approve of you two being together! How can Zoe even compare to Vivian? She’s nothing but a shrew! Vivian is a true lady from a distinguished family—they’re in completely different leagues! You’d better open your eyes and see clearly!” Xavier’s gaze lingered on me for a second before he let out a cold laugh, grabbed Zoe’s hand, and said with contempt: “In my eyes, Vivian is nothing compared to Zoe.” My face instantly flushed red. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong to deserve such humiliation. Those words kept echoing in my mind—I was nothing compared to Zoe. My parents couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to bear seeing me suffer such indignity, they announced on the spot that the engagement was off. Zoe stood in the center of the guests, chin held high, delivering her speech: “You’re all hypocrites who care about nothing but money. You’ve never experienced what true love really is! I love Xavier deeply, and I respect him. I can give him the life he wants! What does material wealth matter? Spiritual fulfillment is true happiness!” At that moment, Xavier looked at her as if he were a believer worshipping the Statue of Liberty, but all the guests present frowned. Xavier’s mother covered her forehead, her voice so weak she seemed ready to faint at any moment: “Xavier, if you dare leave with this woman today, don’t ever come home again! You’d better think this through! Your father and I are still young—we can always have another heir. Without our support, what can you possibly accomplish?” Everyone fell silent. Xavier clearly hadn’t expected his mother to be so resolute and was speechless for a long time. Zoe straightened her back and said defiantly: “Money isn’t everything to us. Don’t be so full of yourselves! Besides, Xavier is incredibly talented—he’ll definitely succeed on his own! You’d better not come crawling to us in a few years!” Her attitude seemed to give Xavier more courage. He stepped forward and declared loudly to everyone: “I’m willing to take responsibility for my choice today. For Zoe’s sake, I can cut ties with the Harris family! From now on, I don’t need a penny from you. I’ll act as if I never had parents like you. I take responsibility for every word I’ve said today, and I have no regrets!” With that, he took Zoe’s hand and bid farewell to his parents. Then the two smiled at each other and, like protagonists in a novel, ran hand in hand out the door in the evening twilight. Even when Xavier’s mother collapsed on the spot, he never looked back once. They were willing to fight the whole world for their so-called earth-shattering love. In their eyes, we were nothing but vulgar villains. That day, I was utterly humiliated at the banquet, but Zoe still wasn’t willing to let me go. She had no interest in studying—her mind was completely occupied with how to slander me. Soon, rumors about me began spreading. Some said I had stripped naked and thrown myself at Xavier in bed, only for him to mock me as nothing but a piece of pork.

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