On that stormy night, my parents tragically passed away. I begged my fiancé Adam Carter for help. However, he not only mocked me but quickly married my friend Rachel Johnson. When I was consumed with grief and wanted to end my life, Benjamin Kingsley, my childhood companion whom I hadn’t seen in years, saved me. “Marry me, will you? I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” Three years passed, and I gradually emerged from the shadows of the past, welcoming our baby with Benjamin. But on the day Rachel returned to the country, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Benjamin and the doctor. “Mr. Kingsley, you married Mrs. Kingsley just to trick her into regularly donating blood to Miss Johnson. This isn’t right!” Benjamin said dismissively, “She owes this to Rachel. Thank goodness we have a child now—the doctor says only cord blood can save Rachel’s life. I’ve already married her; she should be grateful.” I looked at the faint heartbeat on my prenatal test results and tears streamed down my face. No one knew that in thirty days, my life would come to an end. Through the door, Benjamin’s words kept reaching my ears. “Why do you pity her? If it weren’t for her, Rachel wouldn’t have gotten this disease! Emma deserves this!” When I was eighteen, I was kidnapped to a chemical plant. Rachel was contaminated by chemical fuel while trying to save me, and has suffered from a blood disorder ever since. Filled with guilt, I not only had my father search the entire country for doctors but also frequently brought my boyfriend Adam to visit Rachel at the hospital. But I never imagined that Adam and Rachel had gotten together. They hid it from me for five whole years, until the night before their wedding when I discovered Adam and Rachel’s relationship. I was depressed for a long time, and when I finally came to my senses, I found that my family’s business had been driven to bankruptcy by others. That was the most painful time of my life—I even wanted to end it all. Benjamin saved me, allowing me to survive. But it turns out this was all a lie. The doctor frowned disapprovingly and said, “You can’t keep drawing Mrs. Kingsley’s blood. Her health is very poor right now, and she’s pregnant. Have you considered what would happen if she found out the truth?” “Enough!” Benjamin said angrily. “I’ve told you before—she deserves all of this! Instead of lecturing me here, you should draw more of Emma’s blood!” Hearing Benjamin about to come out, I stumbled back to the hospital room. Just moments ago, the doctor had told me sympathetically, “You’re in the late stages of lung cancer with only a month to live. You must actively accept treatment now.” But now I don’t want to think about anything—I’m going to die soon anyway. “Honey, did you rest well?” Benjamin came in holding a bouquet of flowers and gently touched my forehead. He said, “The doctor says your low blood sugar is due to pregnancy, so we need to draw blood for tests now. Don’t worry.” Ever since I’ve been with Benjamin, I’ve been coming to the hospital frequently, having two or three vials of blood drawn each time because Benjamin said I was too weak and needed many tests. I never even suspected him. I suddenly stared at Benjamin and said, “I don’t want to have my blood drawn anymore—it hurts so much. Can we go home?” In the end, I was almost pleading with Benjamin. But he coldly pulled out my arm and handed it to the nurse. “Honey, these tests are necessary.” Even the nurse looked sympathetic. I turned my head away, tears streaming continuously. Benjamin just held me and said, “Don’t worry. This blood will be replenished quickly, and our child will be healthy too.” Indeed, every time after my blood was drawn, Benjamin would bring me lots of fruit to eat. I used to happily think this was Benjamin showing he cared about me. But he didn’t care about me at all—he was just afraid that without me, Rachel’s blood disorder would be harder to treat. He was just afraid that without our child, Rachel wouldn’t be able to undergo gene replacement therapy. I shivered with cold. Even though it was midsummer, I felt a chill. I didn’t know what I meant to Benjamin at all.

Back home, Benjamin walked into the kitchen as usual. I couldn’t help but pick up his wallet. I saw my photo—this was his promise to me once upon a time. “I’ll always keep you close to my heart.” But I had also caught a glimpse of a photo hidden deep in the innermost compartment. Benjamin said it was his secret, so I never pressed him about it. After all, everyone has their little secrets. But now I felt like I had opened Pandora’s box. The yellowed photo showed a young face. Seventeen-year-old Rachel—Benjamin couldn’t forget her. On the back of the photo, he had written in elegant handwriting: “My beloved.” “What are you doing?” Benjamin said angrily, carrying a bowl of soup. He knocked the soup over, spilling it on the floor. “Why are you going through my things?” Benjamin’s face contorted with rage, as if he wanted to kill me! “Benjamin…” I looked at him trembling and said, “Don’t you owe me an explanation? What exactly am I to you?” Benjamin snatched the wallet back. When he saw my belly, his expression softened. He said, “Darling, are you okay? I didn’t think just now. “Is the baby alright? I’m sorry.” Benjamin carefully helped me up and had me sit on the sofa. I felt hopeless. I knew he didn’t care about me—only about this unborn child. When his phone rang, Benjamin eagerly picked it up. “Darling, something urgent came up at the company. I have to go.” He didn’t even notice my distress before hurrying away. The next second, Rachel sent me an email. 【Sorry, but he chose me in the end.】 【Benjamin said he’d do anything for me.】 I wondered, “Does that include taking my life? If Benjamin knew I had lung cancer, what would his reaction be? He’d probably laugh with joy, because he’d finally be free from putting on an act in front of me.” Due to my emotional turmoil, I couldn’t stop coughing. Blood splattered on the sofa as I curled up on the floor in pain. My lower abdomen was also cramping. Thinking that this baby would also become Rachel’s blood source, I scheduled the earliest abortion procedure. Coming out of the operating room, I never expected to run into Benjamin supporting Rachel as they walked by. The moment he saw me, Benjamin instinctively stepped in front of Rachel to shield her. He said, “Emma… “Rachel just returned to America a few days ago for a medical checkup. “What happened before is in the past. She and Adam are divorced now. Don’t be upset. “Adam forced her to do all those things.” Rachel had stolen my boyfriend and destroyed my family, yet Benjamin said she was innocent. I clenched my fists. “So I deserved it all?”

Rachel suddenly bowed to me in apology: “I’m sorry, everything that happened at Christmas was my fault. You can resent me, hate me—I deserve it. I only came back to America because of my illness. Only America has the treatment I need. I’m sorry, please forgive me!” Benjamin said anxiously, “You don’t need to explain. With me here, your illness will definitely get better.” He suddenly looked up at me: “Hurry up and say you forgive Rachel! Why are you still being so petty about what happened at Christmas? Emma, be the bigger person!” I broke into an embarrassing coughing fit, my face turning bright red. Benjamin coldly stepped back two paces and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you had a cold? Rachel has low immunity—she can’t catch it from you.” With that, he took off his coat and draped it over Rachel’s shoulders. Rachel smiled softly and shook her head, saying fondly, “Ben, I’m fine. Thank goodness you’re here with me.” I watched in anguish as Benjamin put his arm around Rachel’s waist and walked away. Rachel looked quite pleased with herself, as if flaunting her victory. Back home, I frantically swallowed my medication and curled up for a long time before the burning sensation in my lungs gradually subsided. My only wish was to leave this place and be my true self in my final days. So I began packing my things. After drafting the divorce papers, I received a video. In the video, Rachel wore a white mermaid-style floor-length gown, draped in a heavy black coat. That was the one I had bought for Benjamin. They were surrounded by a crowd of people. “Happy birthday!” Someone started it, and everyone began cheering for them to kiss. Under the dreamy lights, the two embraced in a passionate kiss. Benjamin said, “Rachel, happy birthday. This is the gift I prepared for you.” He handed her a key. It was the house Benjamin’s grandmother had left to Benjamin and me when she passed away, though I had never been given permission to live there. Now Benjamin was giving it to Rachel as a gift, and I felt my heart break. Many people say happiness comes from comparison, and so does suffering. In the middle of the night, the butler dragged me out of bed. Completely ignoring my pale face, he said, “Mrs. Kingsley! Come with me to the hospital! Miss Johnson has fainted and needs you to give her a blood transfusion!” He said it as if it were perfectly natural. I was in too much pain to breathe. Benjamin said urgently, “Hurry up and get over here! Be the bigger person! Rachel has never wronged you!” I said shakily, “Benjamin, I can agree to this. But I want a divorce.” “What!” Benjamin froze for a moment and abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the road. The butler stared at me in disbelief. Benjamin shouted in shock, “What are you saying!” I was too tired to pretend anymore and said with my eyes closed, “I know everything.” My words left Benjamin speechless. The doctor issued Rachel’s third critical condition notice. After a moment of silence, Benjamin agreed: “Fine. I agree to it.” Unfortunately, I never made it to the hospital in the end. On the way there, I passed out from pulmonary edema and difficulty breathing. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my friend Lila Moore holding my hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying. I knew I couldn’t hide this from her. “Emma, let’s get proper treatment, okay? I don’t care if it bankrupts us.” “Why couldn’t it have been Benjamin who got cancer?” Lila’s tears dripped onto the back of my hand, instantly shattering the strength I’d been forcing myself to maintain for so long. The truth is, I hurt too. I suffer too. But I couldn’t show any weakness, especially not in front of Benjamin. Lila held me tightly and said with determination, “I’m going to cure you.” I gently touched her cheek, forcing a smile. “My condition can’t be cured, Lila. The doctor said I only have a month left.” Lila froze, then covered her face with her hands and began crying silently. I squeezed her hand, feeling guilty for burdening her with this devastating news. My phone suddenly rang urgently. Benjamin’s angry, accusatory voice came through: “I knew you were up to no good! Rachel is fighting for her life right now, and where are you? Emma, you better give me a reasonable explanation.” I answered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll be right there.” Lila snatched my phone away. “Benjamin! You’re such a bastard! Emma’s in the hospital, and you have the nerve to order her around?” Benjamin was convinced I was deliberately causing trouble. “She was fine yesterday, and now she’s suddenly hospitalized. You two sure tell a lot of lies. Why don’t you just say she has cancer and is dying? If Emma dies, I’ll throw her the most lavish funeral.” His tone was full of mockery, not realizing his words would prove prophetic. Lila was nearly mad with rage. I grabbed my phone back and stubbornly put on my coat. “You’re really going?” Lila looked at me in disbelief. I knew she was worried about me, but I just wanted to cut ties with Benjamin once and for all. I arrived at the hematology ward. Benjamin was furious when he saw me. “You’re quite the actress, running straight to the hospital. How much did you pay to bribe the nurses?” My face was pale, and I instinctively wanted to argue back. But Rachel grabbed Benjamin’s hand. “Ben, don’t say that. I think Emma saw how much attention you gave me when I got sick, so she’s pretending to be ill to get your attention too.” She was accusing me of using manipulative tactics. Benjamin clearly agreed with Rachel’s assessment, completely ignoring my sweaty forehead and pale complexion. “Stop the act. Go get the blood transfusion! The fetal cord blood also needs to be collected by the doctor.” I steeled myself and revealed the cruel truth: “I miscarried.” Benjamin angrily moved to hit me. I looked him straight in the eye: “You can beat me to death, but without my blood, Rachel won’t survive either.” Benjamin glared at me. “How can you be so vicious! Emma, I never realized what a malicious person you’ve always been. I should have given up on you long ago! Since you’re willing to give blood, then today you’ll give the maximum amount!” As the anesthetic slowly entered my veins, I could clearly feel my blood flowing out. For someone already suffering from lung cancer, this was adding insult to injury. When I woke up again, I didn’t even have the strength to sit up. But I didn’t want to spend another moment with Benjamin. I started coughing again. Seeing the blood in my palm, the uneasiness in my heart grew stronger. I pulled out the divorce papers I’d prepared: “Sign this, and I’ll leave.” Benjamin looked at me with furious embarrassment. “So you’re really determined to divorce me. Once we’re divorced, don’t you ever think about getting close to me again!” This time, I looked directly at Benjamin with calm composure. To be honest, when I was first diagnosed with lung cancer and Benjamin asked for a divorce, I thought about revenge. I also thought about destroying Rachel’s reputation. But eventually I realized that doing so wouldn’t give me what I wanted. I took a deep breath and said slowly, “Benjamin, farewell forever.”

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On the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, my boyfriend of eight years, Jace Sterling, broke up with me. He and my sister Eloise Clarke announced their engagement, making me the biggest laughingstock. He said he’d been secretly in love with Eloise for many years, and I was just her substitute. But he couldn’t even tell Eloise and me apart, so how could he be sure who he truly loved? By the time he learned the truth, it was too late. On the day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, I received a phone call from my boyfriend of eight years. “Gemma, let’s break up. I’m planning to marry someone else.” Jace’s tone was calm, as if he were discussing something utterly mundane. I crumpled the diagnosis report in my hand, feeling my nose sting with tears. “Alright. Thank you for taking care of me all these years. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” What else could a dying person do? I sat in the hospital corridor for a long time, so long that my agent called in a panic. “Gemma, where did you disappear to again without saying anything? Don’t let the paparazzi catch you! Your new movie is about to premiere—we can’t afford any scandals!” After repeatedly reassuring my agent, I looked up the highest-rated time capsule service online and took a cab there. The young receptionist recognized me and excitedly asked for my autograph. “Gemma, I’m such a huge fan! I’m definitely going to see your new movie! Your fans will always support you!” I smiled and ruffled the girl’s hair, though she had no idea I had no future left. After signing her autograph, I began writing a letter. There were things I desperately wanted to tell Jace. Like how I’d actually fallen for him at first sight when I was fifteen. If I’d found the courage to confess earlier, would things have ended differently? Would I not have become his lover, only to be discarded without hesitation after eight years? I chose to have the letter sent out a year later. The young girl asked why I wouldn’t just tell him in person. Fighting back tears, I smiled and pinched her cheek. “It’s too late for that.” A month later, I won Best Actress for my new film. At the awards ceremony, I forced myself to deliver my acceptance speech. Last night’s excruciating pain had kept me awake, and I could barely hold myself together—I nearly collapsed on stage. As the film’s producer, Jace was also invited to speak. He smiled warmly as he announced his engagement to Eloise. “I’ve actually been secretly in love with her for many, many years. Now that I can finally walk down the aisle with her, I’m so happy I want the whole world to know I love her.” The audience cheered and whistled, while I smiled and applauded, swallowing the blood in my mouth. So even hearing something you expect can still break your heart. With a face identical to Eloise’s, I’d stolen eight years of love from Jace. Now it was time to give it all back. That night, the trending topics exploded. Jace’s announcement made me a laughingstock. Love can’t be hidden—during our eight years together, I’d constantly posted subtle displays of affection on social media. Now all of that became evidence of my one-sided pursuit of Sterling Entertainment’s CEO. “Oh my God, look at what Gemma used to post—so cringeworthy! ‘The evening breeze at fifteen was especially gentle, and you in your school uniform surpassed everything beautiful in this world.’ I’m dying of laughter—what is Gemma even making up? Everyone knows she dropped out in middle school.” “She must have some mental issues. Lately, she’s been looking more and more terrifying.” “A female streamer who never even finished school—how did she even get into the entertainment industry?” Many fans defended me too. “Gemma’s acting is genuinely amazing. Maliciously speculating about someone’s feelings is really low, and Gemma was forced to drop out.” But millions of vicious comments quickly drowned them out.

I hadn’t eaten anything for almost a day. My stomach was cramping with excruciating pain, and I could taste blood rising in my throat. But I still forced myself to read through every single comment and tried to reply to each fan’s private message. Then I edited a post on Instagram, announcing that I was permanently retiring from the entertainment industry. I turned off my phone and went to the company the next day to handle the contract termination. My agent was already waiting at the door, sweating profusely with anxiety. “I never should have given you access to that Instagram account! Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much money you’ll have to pay in damages?” “Mr. Sterling is waiting for you in his office. You can explain yourself to him.” I froze. Jace was always busy—he’d even broken up with me over the phone. I never expected him to handle my affairs personally. If I’d known he was coming, I would have dressed up and looked prettier, since this would probably be the last time we’d see each other. But now I could only face him with my haggard, awful appearance as I knocked on his office door. Jace was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, tall and devastatingly handsome. When he saw me, his expression remained completely impassive. “Are you sure you want to quit?” My hands, hidden in my sleeves, had already clenched into fists. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling. After working for so many years, I’d like to take a proper break.” Jace signed my termination contract with clean, decisive strokes. “That’s probably for the best. You’ve always been quiet, keeping everything bottled up inside. Travel more, make some friends—you might gain a lot from it.” “I’ll cover the penalty fees for you. Consider it compensation for all these years. If you ever run into trouble, feel free to contact me anytime.” I struggled to breathe, my whole body trembling uncontrollably as I barely maintained my surface composure. Why could Jace face me so calmly? Why was he still so gentle—gentle in a way that made my heart feel cold? Didn’t all those years between us leave even the slightest ripple in his heart? That day, I went home in a daze and told my doctor I wanted to give up treatment. He tried to persuade me for a long time, but I firmly refused. Then I wrote my will, leaving all my assets to my sister Eloise. When she finds out, she’ll probably be disgusted—after all, by then she should already be married to Jace and won’t want anything of mine. I couldn’t imagine what expression she’d have when she learned about it, and I smiled bitterly. She despised me, and I didn’t like her either, but she was my last remaining family in this world. I only hoped that in our next lives, we wouldn’t be sisters again. Then I started feeling lost. I was almost twenty-seven, but I still hadn’t found my place in life, and now my life was about to end. How foolish I was, thinking I’d found someone who loved me, getting my hopes up for all those years. The year I met Jace, I had just turned eighteen and was a small streamer on a platform. I didn’t do anything provocative, couldn’t sing or dance—I just sat there playing games every day. Since I wasn’t short on money, I rarely chatted with people in my stream and didn’t like to smile, often keeping a straight face. So my stream was always pretty dead. Many people would initially stop by because of my pretty face, but they’d quickly leave once they realized I was hard to engage with. I didn’t care and continued doing things my own way. Until the end of the month when the platform settled payments, I discovered an extra hundred thousand dollars in my account. I was completely confused, not knowing who had given me so much money. I quickly logged into my account to check and found that the user who had tipped me the most had a randomly assigned username: “User12067.” Not counting the platform’s cut, he had given me two hundred thousand dollars. The viewing history showed that starting from a week ago, he had watched every single one of my streams from beginning to end. I quickly contacted him. “Hello, you don’t need to send me gifts. I don’t need the money. What’s your account number? I’ll refund my portion to you.” After a while, he sent back a message.

“Last Thursday, during your livestream, you complained that your lunch delivery wasn’t good and said if you weren’t so lazy, you would’ve gone out to eat those spicy chicken wings from this place.” I nearly choked on my water, surprised that he actually watched my streams seriously. I suddenly remembered the huge amount Jace had donated to me and quickly pulled out my bank card from my pocket to hand it to him. “This is the portion I received. I can’t take your money.” Jace pushed the bank card back to me. “If I took it back, wouldn’t that be like giving the platform millions of dollars for free?” “I finally managed to ask you out. If you really feel bad about it, just chat with me from time to time.” That’s how I inexplicably ended up adding Jace’s contact information. Looking back at what I had told him then, I felt like such a hypocrite. I had said I wouldn’t chat privately with online fans, wouldn’t meet them offline, and wouldn’t date anyone. But if it was Jace, I didn’t mind breaking my principles. Jace would reach out to chat with me from time to time after that. He had no idea how thrilled I felt inside. I liked him more than I had imagined. That Christmas when I was fifteen, when I was feeling inferior, miserable, and desperate, the boy who walked toward me with an umbrella in the pouring rain had taken up residence in my heart ever since. I was born into an intellectual family—both my parents were university professors—but I was filled with disgust and fear toward school and dropped out early. I was born deformed, without a vagina or uterus. During my sophomore year, this news somehow got out, and from then on, I endured unimaginable violence and bullying every day. Teenagers can be both innocent and cruel. My desk was carved with vicious curses, and my books were thrown in the trash. I didn’t dare go to the bathroom because they would pin me down and strip off my pants. No one helped me; everyone avoided me like the plague. Jace was the one bright spot in my dark adolescence. So when he confessed to me, I agreed almost without hesitation. Coincidentally, it was also a rainy day. Jace was waiting downstairs at my building with an umbrella. When I got his message, I didn’t even have time to change out of my pajamas and ran out in slippers, bringing him into the apartment building. “It’s pouring out there. What’s so urgent that you had to say it in person? Come on in, let’s go to my place.” Jace wiped the rainwater from his face, his gaze quietly resting on me, gentle and tender. “I really wanted to see you, so I came.” My steps up the stairs stopped, and I turned back to stare at him blankly. Jace’s ears were slightly red. “Gemma, would you be willing to be with me? I’m serious.” My instinct was to say yes, but I quickly calmed down, feeling inexplicably anxious and conflicted. “Come into my place first…” Jace looked a bit disappointed but didn’t say anything more and entered my home. On the console table in the entryway sat a family photo. Jace studied it for a moment and asked, “You used to have a sister. You two look so alike—are you twins?” Hearing Jace mention Eloise, I froze. My feelings toward this sister had always been complicated. “We’re not twins. Her name is Eloise, she’s two years older than me and goes to college out of state.” Next to the family photo was Eloise’s high school graduation picture. Jace seemed to mention casually, “Your sister graduated from Porter-Gaud School? What a coincidence—I graduated from there too, just one grade above your sister.” Of course I knew Jace and Eloise graduated from the same high school. If not for that coincidence, I never would have met him. But looking back at that moment now, I realize how foolish I was. I was so caught up in the surprise of Jace’s confession and my own insecurity about not having finished school that I completely missed how strange it was for Jace to keep bringing up Eloise.

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I’m the fake heiress of the Mercer family. After this news got out, my status at school plummeted, but I was secretly thrilled. A girl cornered me in the bathroom, beating and humiliating me. The real Mercer heiress burst through the door, charging in with a mop in hand, looking fierce. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” So the girl who was bullying me fled in panic. The real heiress took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear and sincere. “Can we talk?” “How pitiful,” I thought, looking at her innocent gaze. She had fallen into the Mercer family’s den of wolves. I had lived in the Mercer household for seventeen years, serving as my brother Cedric Mercer’s blood bag for seventeen years, only to suddenly be told I wasn’t a Mercer child. The moment I learned this news, I was overjoyed, thinking I could finally escape the Mercer family’s clutches. However, when the real heiress Flora Mercer was taken for blood type testing, the results didn’t match—she couldn’t donate blood to Cedric. So I was kept around once again. The Mercer family’s eldest son Cedric suffered from an extremely rare disease, frequently coughing up blood and requiring transfusions to survive. My blood type was one in a million—a perfect match. The Mercers were a very traditional family. To them, daughters were merely tools for marriage alliances. As long as they looked presentable and didn’t embarrass the family, whether they lived or died wasn’t particularly important. Flora was eventually acknowledged and brought back. Her biological parents, Reuben and Corinne, half-heartedly prepared a family dinner as a welcome-home gesture. I glanced at the dining table—it was loaded with all of Cedric’s favorite dishes. Flora had already been taken to change clothes. She’d shed her faded school uniform and was now wearing an elegant lotus-yellow designer dress, looking so bright and radiant that you couldn’t tell she’d ever lived a hard life. Except when she sat on the velvet cushioned chair, her legs were still spread apart in a rather bold and unrestrained posture. Corinne noticed and shot her a critical glance. “You’re a young lady. Sit properly, or people will laugh at you.” “Sylvie, teach her some manners. I don’t want people saying our family lacks breeding.” I frowned almost imperceptibly. I hadn’t expected her to be so harsh even with her own biological daughter. Flora shifted, her expression suggesting she was about to lose her temper. In the next second, I placed my hand on hers and gently shook my head. “Sylvie, did you hear me?” Seeing that I hadn’t responded, Corinne raised her voice in displeasure. “I understand,” I replied flatly. Throughout dinner, Flora kept shooting me questioning, probing looks. I continued eating calmly. Corinne spent the entire meal serving Cedric food and fussing over him. Meanwhile, her biological daughter, who had been neglected for over ten years and was finally brought home, received not an ounce of attention. As for Cedric, I don’t know what was wrong with him today, but he kept staring in my direction. I didn’t like his gaze—never had before, and even less so now. When he looked at me, it was like a hunter eyeing his prey, with that aggressive intensity of someone who was determined to get what he wanted. “Hey, Sylvie, why did you stop me earlier?” After everyone had left, Flora looked at me with confusion. I packed my school bag and said slowly, “I wanted some peace and quiet during dinner.” Flora seemed to be pondering the meaning behind my words. As I was leaving, I glanced back at her. “Let me give you some advice—don’t go head-to-head with her.” Flora stood there stunned for a moment. When she finally snapped out of it, she called out loudly to me as I was already walking away, “Are you going to school? Let’s walk together—” Flora and I weren’t in the same class. But I knew about her—she was a scholarship student who had tested into Pinecrest School. Not only was her tuition completely waived, but she also received additional monthly stipends based on her test scores.

But aside from being generous with money, this place wasn’t exactly friendly to scholarship students. Like most private schools, Pinecrest School had a strict hierarchical system. First tier was the upper-class elite, second tier was the nouveau riche, and third tier was scholarship students like Flora. And scholarship students got bullied here. Even so, the Mercer family never let me enjoy any first-tier privileges, let alone now… From the moment I stepped onto campus, I realized this probably wasn’t going to be a bright day. Hostile glances swept over me from my classmates. “Well, well, if it isn’t the fake heiress who got mixed up with the Mercer family.” “You’ve been hogging someone else’s spot all these years, so how does it feel now?” “Yeah, yeah, without the Mercer family, she’s dropped down to the same level as scholarship students.” “So does that mean we can…” “Hey, Sylvie, I heard Flora’s from an orphanage. You two switched identities, so how does it feel to be homeless now?” A girl wearing the latest Chanel and sporting red nail polish walked over, placing her hands on the desk in front of me and asking provocatively. I sat there unmoved. “I’m talking to you, Sylvie.” Tess Halden emphasized her tone. I looked up, meeting her gaze expressionlessly. “Don’t trouble yourself.” “Tch, what an act.” Tess said dismissively. She was about to say more when the class bell rang. She left with a parting shot: “I’ll come find you after school.” A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and I turned to look out the window. Fine, dense raindrops had already begun to fall. Sure enough, the weather wasn’t great today… In the girls’ bathroom. “Sylvie, you’re so pathetic. Otto doesn’t want you, so you go after Bram!” “What’s wrong? Are you that desperate for men?” “You think since you’re not a rich family’s daughter anymore, you can cling to Bram and hope he’ll protect you at school, right?” I let out a cold laugh. “Which one are you talking about?” Tess froze for a moment, then fury surged through her. She thought, “Sylvie actually has the nerve to dismiss my crush like that. Makes sense though—she’s just a vixen who seduces guys left and right.” She said, “A fake like you dares to be so arrogant.” Tess stepped back two paces, turned to beckon the girls following her, and said leisurely, “Tear up that face of hers.” “Let’s see how she seduces men after this.” The red-haired girl rushed forward and swung a slap at me. I dodged with a quick sidestep, grabbed her hair with my backhand, and yanked in the opposite direction. The girl immediately let out a piercing scream. The other girl with green hair saw things going wrong and charged forward too. Tess also joined in. I was quickly overpowered by them. The red-haired girl punched me in the stomach, then joined the green-haired one in restraining me. I fought back the urge to retch and stared at them defiantly. “I hate that superior look in your eyes.” Tess slapped my face viciously, then dumped a basin of water over my head. The icy water clung to my clothes, revealing the graceful curves of my body beneath the oversized T-shirt. Tess stared for two seconds, then said cruelly, “Strip her clothes off.” I clenched my fists, ready to fight them to the death. The next second, with a “bang,” a figure burst through the door. Flora grabbed the mop by the bathroom entrance and swung it at Tess. Tess cursed and dodged. Flora then made a move toward the two girls. They instantly released me and backed away in disgust. When Tess saw who it was, she frowned. “Flora?” “What do you want?”

“Are you okay?” she asked me softly. I shook my head. “Are you crazy, Flora? You’re actually helping her?” Tess said in disbelief. “She’s the one who took everything from you!” “Stop your annoying chatter. Who are you to talk?” Flora said impatiently. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” Tess’s face darkened. “Why should I listen to you?” Flora kicked open the bathroom stall door, grabbed the mop, and dunked it hard in the toilet several times. Then she raised the mop, waving it toward the three girls and shouting, “Get lost!” The three fled in panic. Flora put the mop back and washed her hands. She looked at me: “Are you really okay?” A cold breeze blew through, and I shivered. Flora took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear: “Want to talk?” “Your mom is absolutely unreasonable!” Flora said, then paused. “Does it offend you when I say that?” I shook my head, signaling her to continue. “A few days ago, she randomly dragged me to get blood drawn, and today she gave me half the day off, saying the household staff needed to teach me proper etiquette. That legendary father of yours—I haven’t seen him once these past few days. And that brother…” She commented sharply: “He looks completely drained, like he’s on drugs or something.” “I get goosebumps just looking at him,” Flora said, rubbing her arms as if still disturbed. I smiled slightly. Cedric did look pale and weak due to his illness, so she wasn’t wrong. “Bottom line—in the Mercer household, you’re the only one who seems normal.” I frowned: “Thanks?” “I have no feelings for them, and apparently they feel the same about me.” “Honestly, I came to the Mercer house for the money, but dealing with a bunch of lunatics is really tough.” “Harder than studying.” “So,” Flora said, “I’ll protect you at school, and you help me figure out what’s going on with the Mercer family. Deal?” “Deal,” I said. The house was empty except for the staff. I brought Flora to my room and locked the door. I took off my jacket and T-shirt, tossing them on the bed, and changed into a nightgown. Since it was early summer, the nightgown was short-sleeved. Flora saw the dense needle marks on my arms and gasped: “How did this happen?” I told her about Cedric. “You can’t stay in this house,” she said seriously. I remained noncommittal. Actually, I had tried to gather evidence and fight back, but Corinne was extremely careful and secretive—I still hadn’t caught her red-handed. She had packaged each of my blood transfusions as voluntary acts. “Let’s work together,” Flora said, extending her hand palm up. “We’ll make some money together, then run.” I chuckled softly and slapped her hand: “Okay.” Reuben and Corinne had an evening banquet and wouldn’t be coming home. I went to bed early, until loud knocking on my door woke me up…

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In my previous life, after my parents divorced, Mom left with nothing, taking me along. My brother, who stayed with our wealthy dad, constantly mocked Mom and me for being poor, saying we were worse than beggars. But karma came full circle—after Dad went bankrupt, he and my brother ended up homeless on the streets. Meanwhile, Mom married a billionaire and started a new life with me. Jealous of my good fortune, my brother pushed me off the eighteenth floor in a fit of rage… When I opened my eyes again, my brother and I had somehow returned to the day our parents divorced. This time, my brother got smart and immediately clung to Mom, refusing to let go: “I want to go with Mom!” He thought he’d finally picked the winning side, his face full of smugness. Inside, I was bursting with joy—finally, it would be my brother’s turn to suffer through those suffocating hard times! When Mom heard that Larry also wanted to come with her, she was so moved she nearly cried. But Dad frowned, reluctantly saying, “Larry, your mom is useless. You’ll definitely suffer if you go with her!” Though Mom was usually stubborn, she sighed and nodded reluctantly: “Larry, you should stay with Dad. I don’t want you to suffer with me… Your sister can handle hardship, so let her come with me!” I let out a cold laugh, feeling a bitter pang in my heart. As expected, no one cared about what I wanted. “Listen to Dad and go with him. Dad has money—you can have whatever you want. Let your sister deal with the hardship!” Having lived through the previous life, Larry knew Dad would go bankrupt, so naturally he wouldn’t choose him again. He held onto Mom’s arm tightly: “I’ve already decided—I’m going with Mom!” Despite the pressure, Larry still left with Mom, who walked away with nothing. Before leaving, he said provocatively, “Mia, you just wait and enjoy the good life with Dad!” I waved back at him, suppressing my laughter, secretly delighted. My foolish brother Larry had no idea what he was about to face. In my previous life, after leaving with Mom, I lived miserably. Mom was lazy by nature, accustomed to the life of a housewife, completely unable to support herself. Back then, I not only had to go to school but also work to make ends meet. I only slept three hours a day—the rest of the time I was either at school or working, delivering food, cleaning, washing dishes… There wasn’t a single dirty or exhausting job I hadn’t done. Mom still wasn’t satisfied: “You money-losing burden, you barely earn enough to buy me a pair of shoes! You might as well find a rich man to marry!” She either hit me or yelled at me, treating me like a servant rather than a daughter… Later, when she married a wealthy man, my life improved slightly. I thought my suffering was finally over, but I fell into an even deeper abyss. Dad was upset about not getting Larry and took all his anger out on me: “From now on, you better behave yourself! If you dare upset Kathy, I’ll break your legs!” “When you get to Kathy’s house, remember your place—you’re living under someone else’s roof, not some princess!” Dad’s attitude toward Larry and me was like night and day. When he looked at me, there was only disgust, as if I were nothing but dead weight. The car pulled into Kathy Anderson’s estate, and I was stunned by the mansion. I never expected Dad to find such a wealthy woman. Watching Dad carefully try to please Kathy, I understood that here, Kathy was the head of the household. Kathy stood at the entrance, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she waved at me: “You must be Mia. You’re really beautiful.” She reached out to pat my head, and I instinctively flinched, trying to dodge. In my previous life, every time Mom raised her hand, it was to hit me. “Stupid girl, what are you dodging for? Nobody’s going to eat you!”

Dad shot me a glare before turning to Kathy with a smile, reaching for her hand. The moment they touched, Kathy suddenly pulled back. That’s when I noticed the tape wrapped around her hand. A violin sat in the corner of the living room. “Are you learning violin?” “Yes, I recently enrolled in a class.” What a coincidence—I had also learned violin as a child when I lived with my grandmother. I picked up the violin, casually flipped through the sheet music, and began to play. Dad tried to stop me, but Kathy held him back. I was rusty from not practicing for so long. When I finished the piece, I saw appreciation in Kathy’s eyes and knew I’d done the right thing. Kathy threw her arm around my shoulder: “This is your home now.” I relaxed and took her arm. From that day on, I catered to her interests, practicing violin with her every day. I scoured all her social media, working hard to understand her personality, hobbies, and eating habits. Day by day, she finally accepted me completely. She was generous—sending me to the best high school, buying me new clothes, and giving me $150,000 in monthly allowance. She said, “Since you’ve entered my home, I won’t shortchange you.” While my parents looked at me with nothing but disdain, she was different—her eyes held expectation when she looked at me. To repay her, I studied relentlessly, consistently ranking at the top of my class and winning awards left and right. At the end of the semester, Dad received a call from my homeroom teacher and was ready to hit me before even understanding the situation: “You caused trouble again, didn’t you!” It was Kathy who firmly protected me and took the call, only to learn the teacher was calling with good news—I’d been named outstanding student representative and received a national scholarship. Dad was stunned, never expecting me to become so excellent. In my previous life, with my parents constantly fighting, I couldn’t focus on studying. After the divorce, Mom forced me to work, so naturally my grades plummeted. Now, with the good environment Kathy provided, I could finally study in peace. Because of my excellent grades, the school invited Dad to speak as an outstanding student’s parent. He finally felt proud, and his attitude toward me softened considerably. In this atmosphere, I smoothly made it through high school. During the second semester of senior year, Kathy asked if I was interested in studying abroad—with my grades, I could definitely get into a good university. I was about to happily agree when Dad flatly refused. “A girl should be grateful just to attend college, and you want to go abroad? Do you deserve it?” In that moment, I understood that no matter how hard I tried, I’d never earn my father’s love. In his heart, only Larry mattered most. In this life, my dear brother lived a completely different life from mine. When he first left with Mom, Kathy had wanted to bring him back. But he disdainfully refused: “You’re the woman who destroyed my parents’ marriage—how dare you try to be my stepmother!” Kathy was heartbroken by his words. After spending two Christmases in poverty with Mom, Larry finally waited for Mom to remarry into wealth. He was thrilled, thinking his suffering was finally over, but he had no idea he was falling into a new abyss. The CEO Mom married appeared gentle on the surface but had a violent temper. In my previous life, he not only beat Mom and me but took pleasure in tormenting me. In this life, how could he possibly spare Larry? Larry was beaten black and blue, dressed in rags like a little beggar. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and secretly ran out to find Dad for help. He threw his arms around Dad’s legs, crying his heart out—a complete contrast to his resolute departure before. “Dad, please save me! I don’t want to stay at Mom’s anymore. If I stay any longer, I’ll really die!” Dad immediately softened, helping him up with a face full of heartache: “Larry, come back quickly. Daddy has missed you to death!” Kathy didn’t want to take him in, but he made a huge fuss, threatening: “Kathy, if you don’t take me in, I’ll go die.” Kathy’s heart softened, and she still let him through the door. The moment he moved in, the peace that had existed in our home was completely shattered.

Dad poured all his energy into his precious son. He bought Larry a closet full of designer clothes and transferred him to my high school. Just because of one comment from Larry, Dad forced me to give up my south-facing bedroom and move to the damp, moldy guest room. “Mia, give up your room. Larry likes the masculine energy and light.” “I’m not moving!” When Larry saw I wouldn’t budge, he started throwing another tantrum about running away from home. “This family has no place for me! I’m an unwanted child—I might as well be dead!” Dad’s heart softened, and he kicked down my bedroom door, throwing my luggage out. “If Larry wants to live there, you have to give it up!” I was banished to the dark, damp little room with feminine energy, and my skin broke out in eczema. Larry even spread rumors that I had some dirty disease, calling me disgusting. With Kathy away on business, this father-son duo was completely out of control. Larry snuck into Kathy’s bedroom and stole her jewelry to sell. When I caught him, he threatened me: “If you dare snitch, I’ll kill you!” I just sneered coldly, not bothering to engage with him. He thought that by silencing me, his misdeeds would never be discovered. Little did he know that Kathy’s room had surveillance cameras installed long ago. Acting this recklessly, he was bound to face the consequences sooner or later. After that, his behavior in Kathy’s house escalated even further. Without Kathy’s permission, he threw parties at the villa, inviting a bunch of sketchy teenagers who turned the house into a complete mess. They even smashed Kathy’s beloved violin. When I tried to intervene, I was repeatedly told to mind my own business. “Who do you think you are? This is my dad’s house—I can do whatever I want!” When drunk, he went completely insane, urinating on a famous painting Kathy had bought in France, and even harassing Rachel the housekeeper’s daughter Sophie. Just when I was feeling desperate, Kathy’s stern voice came from outside the door. “What are you doing!” Kathy had returned early. Everyone froze. Larry quickly let go of Sophie and jumped up from the sofa. His cronies, sensing trouble, scattered immediately. Faced with the chaos throughout the house, the usually gentle Kathy finally erupted in fury, trembling with rage as she pointed at Larry and screamed: “You bastard! What have you turned my house into?” Meanwhile, Sophie, who had been stripped by Larry, finally snapped out of her terror. Housekeeper Rachel rushed over to embrace her daughter, covering her with clothes. “Ms. Anderson, I’ve worked for you for ten years, and I remember all your kindness, but I really can’t continue anymore. I can’t let my daughter suffer like this again!” Rachel was crying as she pulled her daughter toward the door. Kathy’s eyes also reddened. I understood—she had reached her breaking point. But Dad still didn’t get it and added fuel to the fire. “Good riddance! My son taking an interest in your daughter should be considered a blessing!” “David, shut up! It’s bad enough that I’m supporting you, but now I have to tolerate your son running wild too! He stole my jewelry, trashed my house, and bullied my people! Rachel has been with me for ten years—her daughter is like my own daughter!” Larry showed no remorse, saying casually: “It’s just some jewelry, right? You’re rich—why make such a big deal? The villa got dirty, so let Rachel clean it. I just kissed that little girl a couple times—is that really such a problem!” Dad chimed in from the side: “Honey, Larry’s still young. Don’t hold it against him.” I couldn’t take it anymore and stepped forward: “He’s already eighteen years old—he can’t keep using his age as an excuse for doing wrong!” The moment the words left my mouth, Dad slapped me across the face. The stinging pain was intense. “Shut up! It’s not your place to butt in!” I covered my face, feeling my nose sting as tears welled up in my eyes, but I still held back the tears. These people weren’t worth crying over. Kathy was furious, pulling me behind her protectively as she pointed at Dad and yelled: “David, do you have any humanity left?

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I took care of Peter Quinn for five years, helping him climb back from rock bottom to the top. He once promised to marry me. But on his birthday, his ex-girlfriend Chloe Mitchell stood outside the hotel in the rain, begging for his forgiveness. Peter, usually so cold and distant, turned red-eyed and pulled her into his arms in front of everyone. At the celebration dinner, he had Chloe replace me to give the speech on stage. I heard him sneer to his friend: “Lydia’s nice enough, but she’ll never be presentable.” In that moment, I suddenly felt exhausted. Later, Peter said he’d realized that Chloe was the one he truly loved. He gave me a sum of money and a plane ticket, asking me to let him go and leave the city. I nodded and agreed. Not long after, the news reported a plane crash. Someone said that Peter was in the middle of his wedding when he suddenly broke down crying. Running into Peter’s celebration party was pure coincidence. My friend was having a birthday dinner at the restaurant and invited me. I arrived a bit late due to traffic. While looking for the private dining room, I suddenly heard enthusiastic applause. Then I heard a familiar voice: “Thank you all for coming to Peter’s celebration party. His art exhibition was very successful, but it took five years of hard work behind the scenes. I’ve been with him these five years, watching him step by step come back from the depths. I know how difficult it’s been for him…” The woman’s voice was gentle, with a hint of tears. I followed the sound, but was stopped by staff at the entrance. “Miss, please show your invitation.” Only then did I notice the sign by the door: Peter Quinn Art Exhibition Celebration Dinner. Peter was throwing a celebration for his exhibition, but why hadn’t he told me? And how could Chloe claim she’d been with Peter these five years? It was me. I told the staff member: “I’m his girlfriend. Can’t I go in?” “Girlfriend?” The staff member looked me up and down, then glanced at Chloe on stage, barely suppressing a laugh. “Miss, please don’t joke around.” Just then, Peter suddenly got up from his seat and walked toward the entrance. I excitedly waved at him, but he kept looking back at Chloe with tender eyes, completely oblivious to me. He reached the doorway and lit a cigarette. I heard his friend Joe ask him: “Peter, are you really not going to tell Lydia about this?” Peter’s tone was cold: “She didn’t even finish college. She’d be intimidated in this kind of setting.” Joe sighed: “Lydia’s a good person. At least invite her to dinner.” Peter paused, then scoffed: “She’s nice enough, but she’s just not presentable.” “True, when it comes to marriage, you need someone like Chloe—beautiful and able to handle these occasions,” Joe said. The staff member gestured at me: “Miss, should I go confirm for you?” I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly felt heavy with disappointment. I waved my hand dismissively, and the staff member’s expression showed both pity and disdain. The first time I met Peter was when I worked as a maid in his house. I was still in college then, unable to pay tuition. I saw online that his parents were hiring a live-in housekeeper for twenty thousand dollars a month. I figured working one summer could cover a year’s tuition, so I applied. Getting hired was easy; staying was hard. I heard that before me, Peter had already driven away eight maids. Peter came from a wealthy family and had been an artist. But after his car accident, his hands were disabled and his leg was broken. The doctors said recovery was possible, but only possible. A year had passed, and he was still in a wheelchair, becoming increasingly despondent. At first, he treated me like all the others—critical, sarcastic, impossible to please… “You walk like a turtle. It’s disgusting.” “Your cooking tastes like garbage.” “When you smile, you look like a frog.” There were many more comments like these. I didn’t care at all. Having grown up poor, I’d endured far worse hardships—this was nothing. Day after day, I accompanied Peter through his rehabilitation exercises and told him interesting stories from the outside world. Finally, Peter was willing to leave the house.

I went to the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My somewhat unsophisticated appearance from years ago had transformed through years of artistic influence into something charming and lovely. My figure was slender and elegant, looking refined and graceful. Was I really as inadequate as Peter claimed? While I was lost in thought, someone entered the restroom—it was Chloe. She looked surprised, then intimately took my hand. “Lydia, how did you get here? Didn’t Peter not invite you?” After saying this, she covered her mouth as if she’d let something slip, then frantically explained, “Don’t misunderstand—Peter and I have nothing going on. He just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed…” Her beautiful face was full of concern, but I could see malice in her eyes. After Peter’s car accident, she broke up with him. I remember the first time I met Chloe—it was summer. I was pushing Peter out to see a movie when we encountered a couple on the street. Peter stared at the woman with a complex expression. When she turned around, it was Chloe, looking somewhat awkward. She had abandoned Peter and gotten together with his rival. Back then, Peter hated her. But later, after Peter’s comeback, she begged for his forgiveness in the rain. Peter had said he hated her before, but now his eyes were red with tears. Despite my attempts to dissuade him, he rushed into the rain and embraced her. At this moment, Chloe suddenly laughed softly in front of me. After confirming no one else was in the restroom, she dropped her act and said provocatively, “I really should thank you for staying with him through the hardest times, making it easy for me to reap the benefits. I advise you to quit while you’re ahead—you and he aren’t from the same world. I know your type—once you latch on, you won’t let go. You want to use gratitude to force Peter into marrying you. I despise people like you the most.” I pretended to play with my phone while secretly starting a recording. “What? Cat got your tongue? A sparrow can never become a phoenix. Stop using those tricks you learned from your mother to seduce men—it’s disgusting.” Tricks I learned from my mother? At that moment, my mind exploded like a bomb, blood rushing to my head. Chloe’s mouth kept moving. “Your mother had you with some random man, then sold her body to raise you. You must have learned quite a few skills, right? How do you serve Peter? Tell me.” I could no longer hear clearly what she was saying. I only remember that in the end, Chloe screamed as I grabbed her hair and shoved her head into the sink. The restroom echoed with Chloe’s screams as her makeup and dress were soaked with dirty water, leaving her in a pathetic state. Someone tried to pull me away, but I held her down like a madwoman. Until I heard Peter’s anguished shout: “Chloe!” Before I could react, a slap struck my face. I froze as Peter shoved me aside and pulled Chloe tightly into his arms, holding her like a precious treasure he’d lost and found again. I tumbled to the ground, my right hand scraped and bleeding. In the chaos, he glared at me fiercely: “If anything happens to Chloe, I’ll never forgive you!” “Peter…” I called his name softly, but he only gave me his resolute back as he walked away. Through my tears, I watched his retreating figure, and suddenly my mind flashed to twenty-two-year-old Peter—that young man in a wheelchair with a bright smile. I reached out my hand: “Peter, my hand is hurt too. It really hurts.” The twenty-two-year-old him would have grabbed my hand and immediately called an ambulance. But this was twenty-seven-year-old Peter. Sadness washed over me, and I finally couldn’t hold back—tears streamed down my cheeks.

The crowd dispersed, and Peter carried Chloe into the ambulance. Dragging my injured wrist, I took a cab to the hospital. Unable to attend my friend’s birthday party, I texted an apology. She didn’t blame me and even offered to accompany me to the hospital, but I declined. After getting bandaged up at the hospital, I ran into Peter in the hallway. When he saw me, his usually elegant face was filled with anger. “Lydia, you really have no class. Even if I didn’t invite you, you could have taken your anger out on me. Why did you have to make things difficult for Chloe?” Looking at him, I felt like he was a stranger. Actually, not really a stranger—ever since Chloe came back, he’d been growing more and more impatient with me. I only asked: “Why did you let Chloe say she was the one who stayed with you those five years?” Peter didn’t think it was a big deal. “It was just small talk. Why are you making such a fuss about it? It’s all in the past—why do you still care about what happened before?” Right, he was successful now. Those five years were probably just an embarrassing memory he’d rather forget. Only I remembered my sacrifices during those five years and all the beautiful moments we shared. After being disappointed so many times, in this moment, my heart felt nothing. I pulled out my phone and played a recording. “A sparrow can never become a phoenix no matter how hard it tries. Stop using those tricks you learned from your mother to seduce men—isn’t it disgusting? Your mother had you with some random man, then sold her body to raise you…” Chloe’s sharp, vicious words echoed through the hallway. I said: “You asked why I hit her? This is why.” Peter’s aggressive expression finally showed panic. But it was only for a moment—he immediately sneered, looking at me with mockery. “Was Chloe wrong? Lydia, isn’t that exactly what your background is? Your mother was a prostitute who gave birth to you. Which part wasn’t true?” “Slap!” I slapped Peter across the face. Once, when Peter was at his lowest point, I comforted him, telling him about my shameful background and childhood suffering. Mom had taken the wrong path, but she loved me dearly—though she was already gone. Back then, Peter held me tenderly and said: “Lydia, from now on, I’ll love you the way your mother did.” Back then, he felt sorry for me. Now, these same things had become weapons to hurt me. My freshly bandaged hand started bleeding again. Peter finally noticed, frowning as he tried to grab my hand. “Lydia, what happened to your hand? Let me see.” He looked genuinely worried. I stepped back several paces, gave him one cold look, and walked away. But I didn’t need it anymore. I hadn’t been back to the house Peter and I used to share in a long time. When I went to pack my things, I discovered all my belongings had been replaced. The closet was filled with Chloe’s sexy lingerie, and photos of her and Peter sat on the nightstand. “Lydia, are you here to move out? Your stuff is over there.” Chloe appeared in a sexy nightgown, smiling as she pointed toward the storage room. “I had the maid tidy up last time. A lot of useless things got thrown away, and some junk was put in there.” My clothes were carelessly tossed in a corner. I didn’t care and crouched down to search through them, growing more frantic as I looked. “Are you looking for this? Want it?

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“Are you certain you want to refuse treatment?” In the examination room, the white ceiling reflected the setting sun’s rays, the glare so intense that Jeanette Palme could barely keep her eyes open. Clutching her stomach cancer diagnosis report, she replied with calm composure: “Yes, I’m certain.” The doctor, bound by professional duty, continued his persuasion: “Although your cancer is in the intermediate to advanced stage, the condition hasn’t spiraled out of control yet. You’re still young, and with aggressive treatment, while we can’t achieve a complete cure, we could at least extend your life.” She smiled softly: “Thank you for your kindness, but I’ve already made my decision to accept this outcome.” Her meaning was crystal clear—she had decided to wait for death. The doctor was about to say more when Jeanette’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was urgent, coming through clearly despite the old phone: “Jeanette, we have a crisis! There’s a problem with the company project! The new data needs Mr. Myers’ approval, but we can’t reach his work number…” Today marked the one-week anniversary of Wiley Myers and his fiancée Sally Gallagher. They should be enjoying a candlelit dinner on the top floor of the Marriott Hotel right now, taking in the night view. Jeanette said quietly: “I understand. I’ll handle it now.” After hanging up, she politely bid farewell to the doctor. As she closed the door, she heard the doctor’s sigh: “You’re still young—you should cherish life. Is work really more important than your life?” Jeanette paused for a moment. For her, living was agony; death would be liberation. Jeanette skillfully dialed Wiley’s private number. After ringing for a long time, Sally’s shrill voice came through. Sally made no effort to hide her disgust: “Calling my fiancé this late, Ms. Palmer—don’t you have any shame? Don’t you have any sense at all? Don’t you know what day this is?” Jeanette didn’t respond, simply explaining calmly: “There’s a problem with the company project that requires Mr. Myers’ personal confirmation. Both the secretarial department and project department are waiting for his directive.” The phone finally returned to Wiley’s hands. His voice was ice-cold, devoid of emotion: “Go to the office, get my work computer, and bring it to the Marriott Hotel.” However, when she arrived at the hotel, Jeanette was blocked at the entrance. The security guard said sternly: “Sorry, Ms. Palmer. Mr. Myers and Ms. Gallagher are enjoying their private time and don’t wish to be disturbed. Please wait outside.” The winter wind was bone-chilling, making Jeanette shiver. She said politely: “Please deliver the computer to Mr. Myers.” The guard remained expressionless: “Something this important, you’d better hand it to him personally.” Jeanette understood the implication in the guard’s words. She remembered that Vivian Myers had also died on a cold winter night. This was Wiley’s way of tormenting her, making her relive the pain of that night. Jeanette didn’t argue. She waited from evening until deep into the night. The howling north wind that had raged all day finally stopped, and in the quiet night, heavy snow began falling like goose feathers. Soon, the entire city was blanketed in white, and snow accumulated on her as well. Jeanette was frozen numb, nearly losing all sensation in her hands and feet. Yet her cheeks and forehead burned with fever, her head spinning. She thought she would wait until dawn. In her dazed state, the hotel’s glass doors revolved, and Wiley emerged with a dark expression. His tall figure loomed over her. Compared to Jeanette’s disheveled state, he remained impeccably clean and composed, still proud and aloof. Jeanette trembled as she handed over the computer: “Mr. Myers, please review this.” He sneered coldly, suddenly grabbing her wrist, veins bulging on the back of his hand: “Jeanette, how does this bone-chilling cold feel?” Her expression remained unchanged: “This is what I deserve.” As soon as she finished speaking, Jeanette suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. She abruptly lost her strength, swaying unsteadily. Wiley released her hand in disgust, causing Jeanette to fall heavily to the ground. Jeanette felt her stomach churning violently.

“Vivian, don’t go edit those photos! Don’t take that road!” Jeanette jolted awake from her nightmare, tears having already soaked her hair and pillow. She gasped for air, her heart racing as she struggled to calm down. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the hospital room. Seeing the white ceiling above, Jeanette felt momentarily disoriented. As she looked around, her gaze met Rock Edwards’ beautiful eyes. Rock was Jeanette’s college classmate who had harbored feelings for her for four years. After she went abroad to study, they lost touch. A few months ago, Jeanette ran into him at a business dinner. She had been blackout drunk that night, practically retching bile. It was through Wiley’s cold mockery that Rock learned about all the grievances between them. Jeanette later realized that before losing consciousness, she had accidentally dialed Rock’s number when her finger brushed against her contacts. She said somewhat awkwardly, “Sorry for causing you trouble again.” Rock’s expression was grave. As a doctor at this hospital, his colleagues had already informed him of Jeanette’s condition. His eyes reddened. “Jeanette, you can’t keep putting off treatment! Do you realize what you’re doing? I heard you want to give up treatment?” Jeanette nodded. Though tear stains remained on her face, she smiled with a sense of relief. “Rock, Vivian must be thinking of me. If I die, it’ll be better for everyone.” That way, she could finally escape from her suffering. Rock lost his composure. “It’s Wiley forcing you, isn’t it? He’s making you give up treatment?” “That’s not how it is, Jeanette! Not everyone doesn’t care about you—at least I want you to live.” After speaking, he turned and walked away, his steps frantic and unsteady. “I’m going to find my professor right now to arrange the best treatment plan for you. You still have a chance…” Jeanette gently caught Rock’s hand. “Rock, it’s my own choice not to pursue treatment.” The thought of her diagnosis made Rock’s heart ache unbearably. “But your condition will only get worse! Why give up on life? I’ll help you quit your job right now!” Jeanette gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t deliberately seek death. I just want to let nature take its course. Rock, please let me follow my heart.” Jeanette knew Rock genuinely cared for her, but she only wanted to complete her atonement to Vivian in her final days and peacefully bid farewell to this world. She also didn’t want the cost of chemotherapy to become Rock’s burden. Rock fell silent. He understood that Jeanette’s desperate determination to stay at Myers Group was both Wiley’s revenge against her and her only way to atone for Vivian. Moreover, once she made a decision, she never changed her mind. With a heavy expression, Rock left the hospital room. Jeanette removed her IV drip. She had an important business dinner tonight. Her phone was already full of missed calls from Wiley. When Jeanette hurried to the venue, the drinking session had just begun. Over the years, she had accompanied Wiley and secured many projects for Myers Group. Her alcohol tolerance had even surpassed Wiley’s, though her body had unknowingly deteriorated. As Jeanette pushed open the private room door, no one seemed surprised to see her. What she hadn’t expected was Sally’s presence. Sally was nestled beside Wiley, who was patiently serving food onto her plate. Someone said, “Ms. Palmer, such an important project proposal, and you’re actually half an hour late!” Another person chimed in, “I heard Ms. Palmer has quite the drinking capacity. Since you’re late, we’ll have to see it for ourselves today, won’t we?” “Perfect timing—I’ve got plenty of good liquor stored up. Let’s have the waiters bring it all out so we can witness Ms. Palmer’s prowess!” “Ms. Palmer should down a few penalty drinks to make things right, don’t you think?” Facing these provocations, Wiley remained coldly detached, his expression indifferent. Someone brought up Wiley: “Ms. Palmer is Mr. Myers’ secretary. Why don’t we let Mr. Myers decide how many drinks she should be penalized?” Wiley smiled coldly and said casually, “I don’t care. She can drink as much as she’s able.” “Excellent! Mr. Myers is so generous!” Jeanette looked at the dozen or so people around the table, some with excitement gleaming in their eyes. She didn’t refuse, picking up the glass and downing it in one gulp. The same motion repeated over a dozen times. Despite the burning pain in her stomach and cold sweat beading on her forehead, Jeanette gritted her teeth and endured it all. When she finished the last glass, a bald man wrapped his arm around her waist. Jeanette panicked, her body losing strength as the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick up the pieces, cutting her hand on the shards as blood began to flow. Jeanette forced a professional smile: “Sorry, I’m so clumsy. I’ve ruined your mood.” The man snorted coldly. Wiley suddenly stood up with a dark expression, perhaps worried that her behavior might affect the deal, his jaw clenched tight: “Jeanette, go outside and pull yourself together!” “Yes, sir.” Jeanette left respectfully. Once in the restroom, Jeanette gripped the sink and began vomiting violently. Bright red blood spread before her eyes. She numbly turned on the faucet, cupping water in her hands and splashing it on her face. The cold water brought some clarity to her foggy consciousness. As Jeanette turned to leave, she ran straight into Sally. Sally glared at Jeanette with jealousy and slapped her across the face: “What are you playing at, acting all pitiful? You usually drink just fine, don’t you? Having Wiley shield you from the drinks – are you feeling pretty smug about that? Don’t think I don’t know about your past with Wiley. Stop dreaming! You’re the one who indirectly killed Vivian, you murderer. The Myers family will never forgive you! Stop having unrealistic fantasies! Wiley and I are getting married soon.” Jeanette’s head throbbed painfully. She smiled with resignation: “Congratulations to both of you.” She lowered her head, her tone gentle: “Miss Gallagher, don’t worry. I have no fantasies whatsoever. I stopped caring for Mr. Myers long ago.” She felt she didn’t deserve to care for him. “I only stay by Mr. Myers’ side to repay my debt.” Because of one photograph, Vivian had lost her life. Jeanette felt she would carry this guilt forever, until the day she died. Sally’s gaze shifted past Jeanette as she called out sweetly: “Wiley, why did you come out?” Wiley had heard who knows how much of their conversation. Jeanette could feel the icy fury radiating from him. But before she could speak, whether from the alcohol clouding her mind or her body shutting down, she could barely stand. As she fell, Jeanette instinctively reached for Sally to steady herself, accidentally breaking the necklace around her neck. The pearls scattered across the white floor with crisp sounds, snapping Jeanette back to awareness. Sally screamed, saying to Wiley with grievance: “That was our engagement gift!” Wiley comforted her gently: “It’s okay, we have others.” Then he looked coldly at Jeanette: “Not a single pearl can be missing. Pick them all up. If even one is missing, you’re not leaving tonight.” He wrapped his arm around Sally’s waist: “You said you weren’t feeling well. Let me have someone take you home first.” Jeanette watched them embrace and leave, feeling somewhat dazed. She thought to herself: “They’re such a perfect match.” Once upon a time, Wiley had treated her with that same tenderness. She got down on her hands and knees, picking up the pearls one by one. High heels and dress shoes passed by her, but not a single person stopped to help. One server said excitedly: “I’m so envious of Mr. Myers and Miss Gallagher’s relationship – they’re such a perfect match!” Another server replied: “Absolutely! Mr. Myers becomes so gentle around Miss Gallagher.” Jeanette thought to herself: “How wonderful. After I die, everyone will be free. Then Wiley won’t be trapped by hatred anymore either. He’ll have a new life and new love.” Jeanette weakly finished collecting all the pearls. After returning to the private room, Wiley wouldn’t let her leave. His business dinner wasn’t over yet. He was worried that Jeanette’s presence would dampen everyone’s mood, so he didn’t allow her to continue drinking, but he required her to drive him home. By the time the dinner ended, it was already late at night. Wiley had consumed a lot of alcohol and reeked of liquor. Neither of them spoke during the entire ride. Jeanette drove Wiley to his usual residence at Pinewood Estate. She helped him lie down and was preparing to quietly leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly. Wiley’s eyes snapped open, his gaze blurred with intoxication. He pinned Jeanette beneath him and whispered, “Jan…” That familiar, tender nickname made Jeanette’s body tremble. But the next second, Wiley spoke with pure hatred: “I hate you so much, you know that?” His burning kisses fell upon Jeanette. She used all her strength but couldn’t push him away. “You said you don’t love me anymore? That staying by my side is just to pay off your debt?” He bit down on Jeanette’s shoulder, the metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth. “But can you ever truly pay off that debt? That was a living person! That was my sister!” The hatred in his eyes was sharp as a blade. “Jeanette, why don’t you just die already?” His tears dripped onto Jeanette’s hand. Jeanette gently touched the corner of Wiley’s eye and said softly, “That day is coming soon.” But Wiley didn’t hear her, collapsing sideways in his drunken stupor. Jeanette thought to herself: “Even in his dreams, he wishes for my death. Wiley, you’ll get your wish very soon.”

Jeanette had a fever. She couldn’t tell if it was caused by the tumor or from walking too far alone that night at Pinewood Estate when she couldn’t get a ride. Her entire body ached as if her bones had been crushed. Jeanette knew that without treatment, combined with drinking and overexertion, her condition was deteriorating. In her daze, she received a call from Wiley, his tone clearly displeased: “Jeanette, what time is it? Why aren’t you at work yet? Can you afford to cover any losses to the company?” Jeanette suppressed the tremor in her voice: “Mr. Myers, is there something important scheduled?” “Sally is sick. You need to accompany her for her IV treatment.” As Wiley’s assistant, Jeanette worked through Christmas without rest, handling all the company’s affairs big and small. But accompanying Sally for IV treatment wasn’t part of her job description, especially when she was in such physical pain. After hesitating for a moment, she said: “Mr. Myers, someone else could handle this. I already submitted a leave request to HR this morning.” Wiley let out a cold laugh: “I’m not approving it.” Jeanette said: “But I…” Wiley cut her off: “Jeanette, get this straight—you don’t have the right to negotiate with me. You need to be at the hospital within thirty minutes.” With that, he hung up decisively, as if certain Jeanette would comply. Because she had promised to use her life to compensate the Myers family. Wiley had said back then that letting her die would be too easy for her. She had long lost the right to choose. Jeanette forced herself up, hastily swallowed a few painkillers, and headed out. In the IV room, Sally said contemptuously: “If Wiley hadn’t had a last-minute meeting and couldn’t accompany me, I wouldn’t want to see you! Looking at your face makes me sick!” Suddenly remembering the accidentally damaged necklace, Sally’s face twisted into a malicious smile: “I suddenly want chocolate cookies, apple pie, and artisan coffee. Go buy them.” Jeanette said calmly: “My job is to watch your IV.” The IV room door was pushed open as Wiley strode in: “My assistant is Sally’s assistant. Whatever she tells you to do, you do it.” The items Sally wanted were scattered across different corners of the city, far apart and located in narrow alleys. This was clearly harassment, but Wiley was enabling her. Jeanette left silently. She managed to buy everything in under an hour, but Sally disgustedly threw them in the trash, sneering: “Sorry, these are too cheap and killed my appetite. I also want funnel cake from that bakery two blocks away, but they close at eleven-thirty.” Sally glanced at her watch: “Ten minutes, two blocks away—that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” Jeanette had no energy left to run. Standing there, she felt troubled. Wiley said coldly: “Go now.” The winter wind was bone-chillingly cold, making even breathing painful. Jeanette ran desperately, but the road seemed endless. Her steps grew weaker and weaker. Warm blood poured from her nose, the bright red staining her shirt. No matter how much Jeanette wiped, she couldn’t clean it off. Her throat was filled with the metallic taste of blood, and it seemed unstoppable. She could only call Rock for help. Rock asked anxiously: “Jeanette, where are you?” Everything before Jeanette’s eyes suddenly twisted and blurred. She collapsed heavily to the ground, taking one last look at the sky, thinking: “Maybe this is my farewell to this world. Can I finally go be with Vivian?” At the hospital, time ticked by. Sally’s IV was almost finished, but Jeanette still hadn’t returned. Sally watched Wiley’s increasingly dark expression and tentatively said: “Could Ms. Palmer have gotten angry and just left?” Wiley frowned: “She wouldn’t dare.” But an inexplicable unease was rising in his chest.

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I’ve been married to Alister Russell for three years now. When we divorced, everyone in New York figured no man would ever dare take me on again. Back then, I’d used every trick in the book to marry him. I drugged him, framed him for sleeping with me, then had my grandfather storm over to his family to force the marriage. I finally got what I wanted. These past years, trying to make him love me, I threw away every shred of dignity I had, bending over backward to please him. When his beloved Carola Morgan woke up from her coma, I threw tantrums and threatened suicide while everyone in our circle waited to watch me make a fool of myself. But after I woke up in the hospital, I went straight for all of Alister’s assets. I destroyed every gift I’d bought him over the years and sold off his patents too. In the end, I forced him to sign the divorce papers and walked away from him for good. When Alister realized he’d actually signed divorce papers instead of some business contract, he lost it completely, screaming at me: “What game are you playing now? How long is this little act going to last?” But I was already done with him. At that moment, I was busy flirting with Alister’s incredibly powerful uncle, batting my eyelashes as I purred: “Mr. Hoffman, this is the fifth time already. Could you maybe give me a break tonight?” Later I heard that when Alister discovered the girl who’d actually saved his life wasn’t Carola but me, he completely lost his mind. ***** “Mr. Russell, Mrs. Russell attempted suicide.” When I came to, I heard our butler Fraser Chavez reporting to Alister over the phone. Alister’s ice-cold voice came through the speaker: “Is she dead?” Fraser seemed taken aback by the question: “Not yet, she didn’t hit any major arteries.” “If she’s not dead, don’t bother me with it.” Alister’s voice was both impatient and frigid: “Caro’s awake. I need to be with her.” With that, he hung up without mercy. My head was still spinning, and my wrists were wrapped in gauze. Fraser turned around to see I was awake, looking somewhat embarrassed as he said: “Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell, he…” I cut straight to the point: “Carola’s awake?” Fraser seemed startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to overhear. But he quickly recovered, his tone dripping with mockery: “Mrs. Russell, since you heard, there’s nothing left to say. Ms. Carola Morgan’s condition is unstable, and Mr. Russell needs to stay by her side. Your suicide stunts are pointless—stop humiliating yourself. You’re just making more work for us staff.” My heart felt like it had been brutally crushed, followed by endless despair. I’d chased Alister for three years, been married to him for three years, and he’d never once cared about me—only felt disgust. Still clinging to a thread of hope, I asked: “Is he in Carola’s room?” I knew Carola was staying in this same hospital. Ignoring Fraser’s attempts to stop me, I got up to find Alister. Fraser followed behind, impatiently trying to dissuade me: “Mrs. Russell, why put yourself through this? Mr. Russell already said he’d let you keep the title of his wife, but he could never love you. The more you act like this, the more Mr. Russell will despise you. Please don’t go looking for trouble with Ms. Carola Morgan…” I ignored Fraser and pushed open Carola’s hospital room door. The scene inside stopped me cold.

Alister was crouched beside Carola’s bed, gently massaging her legs with the most tender expression. His movements were soft and patient. On Carola’s nightstand sat a bouquet of pink tulips. The man who’d always been so proud and cold toward me was now incredibly gentle. Just then, Carola looked up and spotted me standing in the doorway. “Alister, maybe you should go check on Daphne? After all, she is your wife.” Carola deliberately said this while looking at Alister, putting on an act of looking troubled. Alister had his back to the door and didn’t know I was standing there. His tone suddenly turned cold. “If she wants to make a scene, let her. She always does this on purpose to scare people, trying to get me to come back and keep her company.” Carola covered her mouth and giggled, deliberately glancing in my direction with a provocative look in her eyes. “Alister, aren’t you afraid something might actually happen to her? She always acts up like this—what if something really goes wrong?” Alister paused for a moment, his brow furrowing. Then he said impatiently, “If something happens, so be it. The Morgan family business is all in my hands now. I can get justice for you and your mother for all the grievances you suffered back then, anytime I want.” Hearing Alister’s cold, heartless words, I could hardly believe it. Tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. Only then did I understand—he didn’t just marry me because of Grandpa’s pressure, but also because of the Morgan family business. He married me to get justice for Carola and her mother for their so-called grievances. My heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife! Carola’s mother was a mistress. Years ago, to seduce my father, she deliberately got close to my mother and even became my mom’s best friend. Then she drugged my dad and slept with him, which is how Carola came to be. My parents had always been deeply in love, but because of this incident, they had a cold war for years. The Morgan family never accepted the mother and daughter—aside from providing basic living expenses, they were never allowed through the Morgan family’s doors. Yet the mother and daughter went around flaunting their connection to the Morgan family. Carola’s mother claimed to be my father’s wife, and Carola called herself the second young lady of the Morgan family. Because of them, my parents’ relationship grew worse and worse, and I was often mocked by classmates. I certainly didn’t think she had suffered any grievances. Carola looked at Alister with a touched expression. “I knew you cared about me the most.” Alister patiently massaged her legs, his voice gentle. “Of course I should care about you. You got sick trying to save me back then—if it weren’t for that, your health wouldn’t be so fragile.” Hearing this, I was instantly stunned. I thought to myself, “He’s saying Carola saved him? But the person who saved him back then was…” “Alister, I’ve liked you since we were kids. For you, I’d risk my life,” Carola said to Alister. “I’m just afraid of hurting Daphne’s feelings. Even if she won’t acknowledge me, I still consider her my sister! It’s just… I really envy Daphne. She’s had Grandpa’s and Dad’s love since childhood, plus a complete family. Now she has your love and the status of being your wife.” Alister said, “Caro, just wait a little longer. Once my patent application goes through, I’ll divorce her.”

Carola looked at him, her eyes full of anticipation. “Alister, you have to remember what you promised me.” I frowned, thinking, “What exactly did Alister promise Carola?” Alister looked at her dotingly. “Yes, I remember. The day my patent comes through, I’ll take you to the Morgan family, ask her for a divorce, and then marry you. Once I get the patent, no one in the Morgan family will be able to control me anymore. I’ll give you and your mother a proper explanation in front of everyone in the Morgan family.” Alister reached out and stroked Carola’s hair. “I promised you I wouldn’t let you and your mother live without status like before, suffering grievances for a lifetime.” Carola was deeply moved and hugged Alister. “Alister, you’re so good to me…” ***** I quickly completed the discharge procedures. After leaving the hospital, I first went to a law firm and printed out a divorce agreement. Then I returned to the villa where Alister and I lived after our marriage. This was our shared home after we got married.

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At 3 AM, Dustin Haynes was suffering from a gastric hemorrhage, and his condition was critical. Rosaline Fletcher was called to the hospital and immediately donated 1000cc of blood without hesitation. But when they reached the operating room, Dustin’s friends convinced Rosaline to go home and rest, claiming that Dustin needed quiet. As soon as Rosaline reached the first floor, she saw a nurse dumping all five bags of plasma drawn from her body straight into the trash! Immediately after, bursts of laughter erupted from a nearby room. “Hahaha, that idiot Rosaline actually gave 1000cc of blood! I can’t believe she actually went through with it!” “Incredible! Just seeing how pale she looked, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter!” Rosaline froze. Shocked, she peered through the slightly open door and saw Dustin, who was supposed to be in the operating room. Dustin was wearing a hospital gown, his perfect profile carrying a hint of cynical amusement as he casually played on his phone with a smirk, showing no signs of someone dying from gastric bleeding. “Stop laughing and push the tower.” Rosaline stared at the scene in disbelief, thinking her grief had caused her to hallucinate. Soon, with the sound of a game victory, Dustin tossed his phone aside. “What’s wrong, Dustin? Done playing?” Dustin turned his head toward the window and said casually, “I’m bored. Help me count—how many times has this been?” The group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke up: “The first time, we told her you’d lost the ring you gave her in the pool. Rosaline spent the entire night searching in the freezing autumn water and came back with a high fever. The next day, she still didn’t give up and went back in the water while sick, nearly developing pneumonia!” “The second time, we told her Dustin’s birthday party was a pool party, so she showed up to the formal dinner as the only one wearing a bikini!” The group grew more excited as they continued, with someone clapping enthusiastically: “The third time, we deliberately planted that Pierce family heiress’s hundred-thousand-dollar necklace in her bag. She voluntarily called the police, righteously defended herself, and even swore an oath to make Dustin believe her innocence—it was hilarious!” “Including this time when we told her Dustin had gastric bleeding, that makes 96 times. Just a few more pranks and we’ll hit our goal!” As they talked, someone looked at Dustin with concern and sighed: “I just feel bad for Dustin. You’ve suffered through so many holidays just to get revenge on her. If you ask me, there are plenty of ways to get back at a woman—why make it so complicated?” “You don’t get it! It’s all because Rosaline is so self-righteous. If she hadn’t used every dirty trick in the book to steal Simone’s first chair violin position that Christmas, causing Simone’s depression and near suicide, why would Dustin go to such lengths to mess with her?” “Haha, Rosaline probably has no idea that Simone is Dustin’s favorite girl. If she hadn’t stolen Simone’s first chair position, Dustin wouldn’t have had to date her just for revenge! But Dustin’s already decided to dump her after the 99th prank. That’s when our fun will come to an end!” “What, you’re going to miss it? Maybe you should go after Rosaline once Dustin dumps her?” “Am I crazy…” Listening to these people mock her so carelessly in the room, Rosaline’s ears buzzed as if thunder had struck directly above her head. She never imagined it was all revenge. Their words were like sharp blades, each one stabbing into her heart until it was riddled with holes. Three years. She and Dustin had been together for three whole years. Dustin knew perfectly well how much she loved him. But if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she never would have believed that Dustin had only been with her to get revenge for Simone. Looking at Dustin in the hospital room, she suddenly felt like he was a complete stranger. Dustin came from the Haynes family, which held significant influence throughout all of New York. Built on ancestral wealth, the Haynes family’s business empire spanned the globe. Dustin’s background was one in a million, and his looks and talent were absolutely top-tier. Such an exceptional man was the dream of every socialite in New York, and Rosaline had fallen for him at first sight. Rosaline still remembered how stunning Dustin had looked when she first laid eyes on him. He was as noble as the moon in the sky, as cold as snow on a mountaintop, like some divine being. Back then, knowing she didn’t stand a chance, Rosaline had still shamelessly pursued Dustin for ages. Everyone called Rosaline delusional—after all, their family backgrounds were worlds apart. But no one expected that Dustin would actually agree. The day Dustin agreed to date her, Rosaline was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night. But now Rosaline realized that he had loved Simone all along. He had even been willing to lower himself to be with her for Simone’s sake, coming up with a plan to get revenge on her ninety-nine times! For a moment, Rosaline felt her heart being torn apart. Rosaline let out a bitter laugh. She thought she was absolutely ridiculous. She had believed they truly loved each other, but from beginning to end, she had just been a clown in everyone else’s eyes. Seeming to sense the gaze from outside the door, Dustin instinctively turned his head to look. The moment he turned, Rosaline immediately stepped aside, tears flooding her eyes. “Dustin, what are you looking at?” “Is someone outside? Go check.” Hearing footsteps moving around inside, Rosaline instinctively turned and fled in panic. Rosaline didn’t know why she was running—she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wandered aimlessly past the operating room, past the blood draw station, until she finally stopped when she slowly walked up to a trash can. Rosaline looked at the blood bags lying quietly in the trash and immediately burst into tears. Her tears fell like broken pearls onto the blood bags. She thought to herself, “So in his eyes, my sincere heart is nothing but garbage.” Rosaline laughed sarcastically and walked straight past the trash can toward the hospital exit. Just then, her phone rang. It was her brother Vincent Fletcher calling. “We’re moving the whole family next month. Rosaline, you need to decide whether you’re coming with us or not. If you keep hesitating, no one will be able to help you.” Though the Fletcher family wasn’t as prestigious as the Haynes family, they were still part of high society. Back then, to help Rosaline pursue her dream of joining Germany’s premier orchestra, her father Remington Fletcher had pulled every string he could, finally securing a transfer to Germany and moving the entire family for her dream. But later, Rosaline had resolutely decided to give up the opportunity and stay in the country for Dustin. Looking back now, Rosaline felt she had been incredibly stupid. Rosaline took a deep breath and said firmly, “Vincent, tell Mom and Dad that I’m coming with you.”

Vincent’s face lit up with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly realized something was off. “What about your boyfriend? That young master from the Haynes family?” Rosaline sniffled, her voice terribly hoarse. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong. “Rosaline, did something happen? You loved him so much, loved him to the point of madness, even willing to give up your position as principal in an internationally renowned orchestra, and now you’re telling me he doesn’t matter anymore?” Hearing this, Rosaline let out a cold laugh. Everyone knew she treasured Dustin like her own life! But however much she had loved Dustin before, that’s how clear-headed she was now. Thinking of the conversation in the hospital room just moments ago, thinking of her blood bag being thrown into the trash, Rosaline’s warm heart instantly turned ice cold. “I don’t love him anymore.” After hanging up, Rosaline hailed a cab and returned to the apartment she shared with Dustin. She looked around, and everywhere her eyes fell held memories of her and Dustin. Three years—they had lived together for three whole years, and every corner of this apartment recorded traces of their love. This apartment was Dustin’s gift to her on her birthday last year. This luxury apartment sat by the river, a sprawling penthouse with river views and breathtakingly expansive vistas—the kind of place ordinary people could never afford in a lifetime. But just because she had casually mentioned “wanting to see what Dustin looked like when he woke up,” he had tossed her the keys. This apartment held all the beautiful moments from their years together. They cooked in the kitchen, kissed at the dining table, made love on the sofa. Those scenes that had once been so romantic and tender now felt equally ironic and desolate. These past few days, Rosaline hadn’t visited Dustin at all, hadn’t even sent a single message. She locked herself at home and began clearing away all traces of their love. The refrigerator held notes about Dustin’s favorite foods, the nightstand drawer contained stomach medicine she’d prepared for him. She found their anniversary scrapbook in the closet, filled with records of their road trips along the West Coast, gambling in Las Vegas, kissing beneath the Disney castle… As memories came flooding back, Rosaline felt her nose sting and tears silently fell. Quickly, she snapped the scrapbook shut and threw it straight into the trash. After that, she discarded the love letters she’d written to Dustin and the diary recording his daily preferences. Each item she threw away felt like peeling away her past memories and years of love for him. By the third day, she had personally erased all traces of herself from the apartment. Looking at the now somewhat empty space, Rosaline felt relieved. Just as she grabbed her documents and prepared to leave, someone unlocked the apartment door. Dustin noticed that even their photos together were gone from the entryway cabinet, and his brow furrowed slightly. “Are you spring cleaning?” “Yeah, I cleared out some trash.” Dustin only noticed the apartment felt a bit colder, but didn’t think much of it. He looked at Rosaline with some displeasure. “I’ve been sick for so long, and you didn’t even come to visit once?” Rosaline had no mood left to play along. She just wanted to leave quickly. “Looks like you weren’t that seriously ill. You recovered from gastric bleeding pretty fast.” Whether from guilt or sensing something off about Rosaline’s mood, Dustin didn’t say much more. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her from behind as usual. “I heard you lost a lot of blood that day. Which arm did they draw from? Does it hurt?” But the moment Dustin touched Rosaline’s arm, she instinctively pulled away. “Not as much as your surgery hurt.” Dustin froze. He felt something was off about Rosaline today. Usually when they had spats, as long as he coaxed her a little and gave her a kiss, they’d make up immediately. But the current Rosaline felt somehow foreign to him. He felt like Rosaline was different from before. Dustin felt an inexplicable panic rising in his chest, but couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong. “I’m the one who’s sick, and not only do you not comfort me, but you’re being so cold? You won’t even ask if I’m in pain?” “So are you in pain?” Dustin was momentarily stunned by Rosaline’s sudden question. He wondered, “Could Rosaline have figured something out?” But quickly, he sneered inwardly, thinking he was overthinking it: “Impossible. She loves me so much. If she really suspected something, she definitely wouldn’t be this calm.” “Of course it hurts. The doctors haven’t let me eat anything for days, and I’m just starting to feel a little better…” A cold smile flashed in Rosaline’s eyes. She tried to walk past him, but Dustin grabbed her wrist. “Alright, you’ve always wanted to go to that private club, right? My friends are throwing me a welcome-back party there. Let’s go together.”

  Rosaline didn’t want to go. Although Dustin went there often and she was curious about it, the thought of being surrounded by all of Dustin’s friends immediately killed her interest. But Dustin was always domineering in his actions. Without waiting for Rosaline to refuse, he dragged her downstairs and into the car. At the club entrance, Dustin opened the car door for Rosaline as usual. Rosaline rolled her eyes and reluctantly got out. As soon as they entered the club, Rosaline’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure in the crowd. Simone Gordon was here too. The last time Rosaline had seen Simone was at the competition for the reserve position of principal violinist with a German orchestra. Simone stood among the crowd, wearing a fitted dress, still as gentle and elegant as she had been that Christmas. Rosaline had long known that Simone and Dustin’s families were old friends, but since being with Dustin, she hadn’t seen Simone again. Although she knew they’d been close since childhood, Rosaline had never thought much of it. She certainly never imagined that the person Dustin had always loved was Simone. Dustin led Rosaline toward the crowd. Simone, who had been chatting and laughing with others, seemed to sense something and looked up in their direction. Seeing them walking over arm in arm, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Simone’s mouth. Seeing that mocking smile, Rosaline understood everything in an instant. She realized that Simone had known about Dustin’s revenge plan all along, and she herself had been nothing more than a pawn in their game from the very beginning! In that moment, an overwhelming sense of suffocation suddenly pressed down on Rosaline, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. When Dustin saw Simone, his hand immediately slipped from Rosaline’s shoulder. He casually made up an excuse: “I didn’t lock my car properly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.” With that, he patted Rosaline’s shoulder and left the venue. Seeing Dustin leave, Simone revealed a meaningful smile, walked past Rosaline, and followed Dustin outside. Watching their retreating figures, Rosaline suddenly felt the impulse to chase after them and confront Dustin. But before she could take a step, someone blocked her path. Several of Dustin’s friends surrounded her. “Rosaline, how’s your recovery going? Dustin was able to bounce back so quickly thanks to you.” “Absolutely! Let me toast you! You gave 1000cc of blood that day!” They spoke while crowding around Rosaline. She kept backing away until suddenly her foot found nothing but air. Before she could cry out, her vision spun wildly. She tumbled down the stairs, finally landing in a heap on the first floor. Intense pain hit her immediately, and Rosaline could no longer think clearly. Through her fading consciousness, she dimly saw Dustin and Simone kissing outside the door in the distance. Then everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely. When she woke up again, Dustin immediately handed her medicine and water. “You’re finally awake. The doctor said you missed a step and hit your head, but it’s nothing serious. Take your medicine and get some rest.” Hearing Dustin’s words, Rosaline froze. She tried to recall what happened, but her head throbbed as if it might explode. Instinctively, she swallowed the pills, drank the water, and fell back asleep in her dizziness. She had many bizarre dreams filled with chaotic sounds and fragments of memories. Rosaline felt like she was running through darkness when she suddenly saw a beam of light. Just as she was about to break free from the darkness, she discovered that at the end of the light was a couple kissing. Rosaline’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but now she was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Dustin had already left. Just then, her phone buzzed with a group message. 【97th revenge mission, perfectly executed!】 【So hilarious, she actually rolled down the stairs! Wonder if she saw Dustin and Simone making out?】 Several people in the group were cheerfully joking around. Suddenly, someone frantically sent: 【Oh shit, wrong group! Rosaline’s in this chat too, quick, delete it!】 This group chat had been created last Christmas when Dustin and Rosaline first got together, so he could introduce her to his friends. After the messages were quickly deleted, the chat window became empty. Staring at the empty chat window, Rosaline’s fingertips trembled. Only now did she realize she hadn’t accidentally missed a step—they had deliberately cornered her at the staircase. She understood this was yet another calculated act of revenge. The thought that Dustin was kissing Simone while she was falling down the stairs made Rosaline’s heart ache unbearably. Soon, Dustin’s call came through. “Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I’ll pick something up.” Rosaline suppressed her trembling voice: “No need, I’m not hungry.” There was a pause on the other end, then Dustin casually asked, “Did you… happen to check the group messages just now?” Rosaline gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “No, I was sleeping the whole time. Why?” Dustin seemed relieved: “Nothing. Just rest well. I’ll come back after I finish things at the office. Don’t worry, with me around, I won’t let you get hurt again.” Rosaline’s eyes filled with sarcasm. Dustin’s words sounded utterly hypocritical. After all, every injury she’d suffered so far had been caused by Dustin himself. After hanging up, Rosaline endured her physical discomfort and began packing, planning to go straight back to her own place. However, as soon as she stood by the roadside waiting for a ride, a black van silently pulled up in front of her. Before she could react, four or five burly men jumped out of the vehicle and forcibly dragged her into the van. “Let me go! Who are you! Mmph!” Rosaline struggled desperately, but a cloth soaked in anesthetic was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth. As her vision began to blur, everything went black, and she lost consciousness again. When she woke up again, Rosaline found herself tied to a large bed, with four or five thugs sitting beside it. Seeing her awake, one of them smiled and pulled out a gleaming knife, pointing it at her right hand. “I heard you play violin? It’d be such a shame to ruin these hands…” Rosaline looked at them in terror: “What are you doing? Let me go!” “Don’t be scared, just bear with it. It’ll be over soon… we’ll just sever a few tendons first, won’t interfere with our fun later!” The anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off, leaving Rosaline powerless to resist. Just as the cold blade was about to slice into Rosaline’s wrist, the door suddenly burst open with a violent kick. Dustin stormed in with his men. Seeing Rosaline on the bed and the bloody marks on her wrist, his expression instantly turned dangerously dark. “Take them all down.” “Yes, Mr. Haynes.” Soon, the group was dragged away. Only Dustin and Rosaline, curled up on the bed, remained in the room. Rosaline was still trembling, seemingly unable to recover from the terror she’d just experienced. Dustin reached out to pull her into his arms, but Rosaline instinctively screamed and shrank back. Dustin’s hand froze mid-air. Looking at Rosaline, his heart twisted with sharp pain. Soon after, Rosaline lost consciousness from extreme shock. When Rosaline woke up again, she found herself back at the apartment. From outside the bedroom came Dustin’s icy voice. “Talk. Whose idea was this?” Someone answered in a low voice: “Dustin, we did this for your own good. Don’t you want to be free sooner? This was the 99th time. After this ends, you and Rosaline can finally be done with each other…” A loud crash echoed as something heavy hit the ground. Dustin’s voice blazed with fury: “Did I tell you to destroy her?!” “Dustin, she’s just a tool for revenge! She stole Simone’s place to begin with—wouldn’t destroying her be perfect?” Dustin froze, his fist suspended in mid-air, then slammed it hard into the mirror. Glass shattered, blood streaming down. The room fell into dead silence. After a long while, someone asked uncertainly: “Dustin, you haven’t… fallen for her, have you?”

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For five years, I quietly supported my boyfriend Grayson Wilder, helping him grow from a paralegal to a partner at a top-tier law firm. At the firm’s annual Christmas awards ceremony, I was filled with joy, ready to celebrate publicly and surprise him. Instead, I watched him walk onto the stage alongside his female colleague Ashley Gomez, their body language intimate and familiar. “Grayson’s success today is all thanks to my strategic guidance behind the scenes,” Ashley boasted proudly. Grayson smiled and agreed, “Absolutely. Without Ashley, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” The audience erupted in thunderous applause as everyone congratulated the pair. Standing at the back of the crowd, my heart plummeted into an icy abyss. After leaving the venue, I called my assistant Janet Brooks: “Withdraw all networking support for Grayson and terminate all cooperation. That questionable case he took on—stop helping him navigate it. Let him face the consequences himself.” ***** “Miss Westbrook, are you certain? Once we terminate support, the consequences will be irreversible.” Janet hesitated before speaking. “You know the opposing party has significant power. If he can’t handle this, Grayson won’t just face financial ruin—he’ll go to prison. His life will be destroyed!” Walking out of the venue, I gazed at the wall of honor ahead, where Grayson’s radiant smile beamed from the top. Five years together, yet he’d always been evasive about marrying me. “I’m at a crucial point in my career right now. Once I’m established, I’ll definitely marry you!” I’d heard those words countless times. And I’d trusted him unconditionally, time after time, paving the way for his career and giving everything to make him a partner at this prestigious firm. What I got in return was his public betrayal. “Defend him again, and you’re fired too.” After hanging up, someone grabbed my hand and spun me around. “What’s your problem?” Grayson caught up, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed. “With so many people watching, you walked out before I finished speaking. What will people think of me?” “Would you rather I stayed to watch you two being all lovey-dovey?” I yanked my hand free and looked at him with disdain. Grayson put his hands on his hips, clearly irritated: “Come on, can’t you pick a better time to be jealous? She helped me tremendously—what’s wrong with us going on stage together? If she hadn’t given me her full support, I’d probably still be a paralegal like you!” How amusing. I’d kept the truth from him initially to protect his pride, having Janet arrange everything through Ashley. Now it had all become her achievement, while I was painted as dead weight. “Since that’s how you see it, I have nothing more to say.” I drove off without looking back. When I got home, Ashley called me. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Grayson’s colleagues laughing in the background. “If you ask me, you should dump Caroline and get with Ashley. She’s way better than that useless girlfriend of yours!” “Exactly! Caroline’s lazy and worthless, always off doing God knows what. Watch out—she might bring home someone else’s kid someday!” Grayson burst out laughing. “If she weren’t so obedient and good for warming my bed, I would’ve kicked her to the curb ages ago!” Behind my back, he was actually badmouthing me like this. Ashley sent me a message: “See? What’s the point of clinging to him all the time? You’re just annoying everyone. If I were you, I’d get lost right now!” My eyes welled up with tears as I blocked her immediately. As for Grayson, I’d leave when the time was right.

The next morning, I discovered that Grayson hadn’t come home all night. During breakfast, I noticed his flushed cheeks and the smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he was savoring some pleasant memory. When he looked at me, his eyes still held traces of lingering affection. “Why are you up so early? Drinking milk on an empty stomach isn’t good for your digestive system.” My hand froze while stirring the milk, and I remained silent. In that moment, I realized it had been many Christmases since I’d last heard him express concern for me. He was clearly in a good mood as he sat down beside me and handed me a book. “Alright, I won’t hold yesterday’s incident against you. This is a book I found for you—isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?” This collection of legal case files was indeed the book I’d been desperately trying to find. Not only because it was out of print, but because it was the last book compiled by my mother, Samantha Westbrook. Four Christmases ago, before she passed away, her final wish was to see this book one more time, but she never got the chance. Fighting back the ache in my heart, I opened it. On the first page was written: “Unconditionally gifted to Ashley by Grayson, wishing you continued success.” The signature below was dated four Christmases ago. With tears welling in my eyes, I looked at him and pointed to that line. “What does this mean?” Grayson didn’t notice my distress; the smile remained on his lips. “Oh, that’s what it says. I had given this book to Ashley before, but she didn’t want it anymore, so I brought it over for you. How about it? Are you happy?” But when he looked up and met my gaze, he suddenly froze. “You knew I’d been searching for this book for five Christmases, that it meant everything to me—why couldn’t you give me the original first?” Grayson’s expression stiffened, his tone growing colder. “No matter how important it is, it’s just a collectible to you, isn’t it? All you do is organize case files for me, serve coffee, and fetch water. What’s the point of reading more?” He continued, “But Ashley is different. She’s a top lawyer who needs to read these materials to improve her professional skills. Can’t you be more understanding and give things to people who truly need them?” Thinking of the tears in Samantha’s eyes before she died, I trembled with rage. “But my mother wanted to see it just once before she passed away. I would have returned the book to you after she read it. You knew where it was but refused to bring it out to fulfill her dying wish. Are you even human?” Grayson’s patience ran out completely. He clicked his tongue and his face darkened. “God, aren’t you annoying? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of this book right now. I went out of my way to get it back from Ashley for you, and this is your attitude? “Besides, what does your mother’s death have to do with me? She wasn’t my mother! “Looking at you now, I know I was right not to give it to you first. Who knows if you would have just hoarded it and refused to let Ashley…” Slap! I raised my hand and struck him across the face, cutting off his rambling. Grayson stood there stunned. “You actually hit me? “Do you know how many people out there call you lazy and worthless, telling me to find a new girlfriend? I never did, and you know why? Because you were at least obedient! “Now you’re laying hands on me—are you trying to break up with me?”

I took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. So even Grayson saw me this way. I lifted my head and glared at him fiercely. “You’ve been thinking this all along, haven’t you? Otherwise, why would you take Ashley on stage to give that acceptance speech!” Grayson slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, roaring at me. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? I already told you we’re just colleagues. She’s helped me so much—what’s wrong with her coming on stage with me?” “Do you think everyone’s like you, stuck with that measly few thousand dollar salary, with zero ambition? “Besides doing some housework at home, what else are you good for!” BANG! I dumped the soup from the table right over his head. The warm broth dripped from his hair onto the floor, creating a complete mess. He was so angry he actually laughed, slowly removing the plate from his head. “Fine, you just stay home by yourself. I never should have come back!” With that, he grabbed his coat and stormed out without looking back. The living room fell silent again. I stared at the book on the table, slowly opened it, and tore away their handwriting from the first page, bit by bit. I crumpled the torn pieces into a ball and hurled them into the trash, then turned and headed upstairs to pack my things. Grayson and I had shared a bed for five years, and every corner of this room held memories of us. I was only halfway through packing when I saw Grayson return, dragging two suitcases through the door. Following the suitcases upward, I saw Ashley, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Caroline. I really have nowhere else to go…” She looked nothing like the arrogant person who had sent me those messages. I slowly stood up and asked quietly. “You’re moving in now?” Grayson stepped protectively in front of Ashley. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. I’m only letting her stay here because she can’t afford rent. She’s afraid of the dark and can’t sleep alone, so she’ll have to share my bed.” I let out a cold laugh. “So you two are going to sleep in the same bed?” Wasn’t I still living in this house? Ashley’s eyes widened. “Caroline, I really don’t have any feelings for Grayson!” Right in front of me, Grayson took her hand to comfort her, looking at me like I was a stranger. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t go crazy like you did earlier.” I was leaving anyway. I had no energy to fight with them, so I nodded and continued packing to leave. “Wait.” Grayson grabbed my wrist, looking at the box of belongings. “Leave that night light behind.” Grayson knew I couldn’t sleep without light at night, and that little night light was something I’d made myself. Grayson blocked my path. “How much money do you want for it? Ashley can’t sleep without a light at night.” I looked at his hand gripping mine and gently pulled free. Thinking I was unwilling, Grayson said several harsh things to me until I took out the night light. Since they loved my junk so much, whatever. Grayson paused for a moment, then shoved the light into Ashley’s hands. “If you’d been this reasonable this morning, we wouldn’t have had to fight.” He wrapped his arm around Ashley’s waist and walked into the master bedroom without looking back. And I took my luggage and returned to my old home. Early the next morning, I went to the law firm to pack up my things and resign. When I placed my resignation letter on the desk of the firm’s other partner, Grayson happened to see it. He snatched the resignation letter away. “Running away from home yesterday, and now resigning today—Caroline, how long are you going to keep this up?” As he spoke, he tore the resignation letter to shreds right in front of me. “Get back here and help me organize these case files!” I ignored him and pulled another resignation letter from my bag, handing it over. Ashley came screaming in from outside. “Grayson, the client information for your case has been leaked! Now everyone knows the client broke the law, and that you helped with fraudulent litigation. What are we going to do!” Grayson froze for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed my wrist, shouting at me. “No wonder you want to resign—you leaked the client information! Do you have any idea how important this client is to me!” So it was an illegal case after all. I had simply withdrawn my assistance, but I didn’t expect them to find out so quickly. “I never did such a thing.” Grayson gripped even tighter. “Still saying it wasn’t you! Besides the three of us, who else knew about this client information!” I couldn’t help but struggle. “The opposing party in this case isn’t ordinary people to begin with. Finding this out would be a matter of minutes for them! I don’t even have the opposing lawyer’s contact information!” Grayson let out a cold laugh. “I never thought the person who would hurt me the most would be the one sharing my bed.” I was so angry I laughed. How could he even say such words? As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped me. “Just because I brought Ashley home, you had to be this vicious to me! I’m telling you to figure out how to completely delete that information from their computers right now!” I covered my face, and the last trace of affection in my heart was extinguished by that slap. Seeing that I remained silent, Grayson became even more agitated. He struck me several more times. “You didn’t really think I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, did you!” His blows left a metallic taste in my mouth. When I wiped it with my hand, it was blood. Grayson was truly ruthless! Ashley cried out in alarm and quickly intervened just as Grayson was about to kick me. “Stop hitting her! Maybe we should contact Ms. Westbrook—she might know what to do!” Grayson frowned and nodded. “You’re right. Quick, call her now before it’s too late for the trial!” He then glared at me again. “Look how much Ashley cares about you, while all you do is get jealous over nothing! Once I contact Ms. Westbrook, we’ll see how you get punished!” I shook off his hand and quietly walked to the side to watch. They made several phone calls before finally getting through. I heard Janet answer, and Grayson spoke urgently. “Didn’t you say you would protect this client’s information? Now the opposing lawyer has already received our client’s data…” The more he spoke, the more humble he became, with obvious flattery in his tone. The voice on the other end was cold. “Oh, you haven’t received the notice yet? Our boss has already withdrawn all assistance to you. As for this illegal case, it’s no longer our concern.” In an instant, Grayson’s face turned deathly pale. After taking a deep breath, he asked cautiously. “Is there any way to contact your boss?” Janet quickly gave out a phone number, and Grayson dialed it with trembling hands. Suddenly, my bag started ringing. I pulled out my phone and slowly pressed the answer button. “Hello, what can I do for you?” Watching them stand there in shock, I couldn’t help but mock them. “Weren’t you just saying you’d have your boss punish me? Come on, tell me—how exactly should I punish myself?”

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At a medical research conference in my past life, my junior colleague Rachel Harris presented a heart disease miracle drug that was identical to mine. My boyfriend Nicholas Prescott stood up to testify for Rachel, claiming I was lying and that the miracle drug was Rachel’s years of research. I was blacklisted by the medical community, and my parents Richard and Nancy Williams, ashamed of me, cut ties completely. In the end, I died miserably on the streets, while Nicholas and Rachel rose to fame using my miracle drug. When I opened my eyes again, I chose to abandon years of hard work and just give up. But Rachel started to panic. “Jocelyn, you’ve been working so hard on your experiments. I specially bought your favorite food for you. By the way, I heard your miracle drug research is almost successful—congratulations!” Hearing the exact same words as in my past life, I was stunned at first, then my heart began racing violently. I had been reborn, back to the eve of the research conference. In my past life, I was devoted to researching a miracle drug for treating congenital heart disease. I spent years conducting research and finally succeeded. But at the medical community’s research conference, Rachel beat me to the presentation, showing off a miracle drug identical to mine. The drug’s effects were remarkable, and as soon as it was demonstrated, it caught the attention of all the medical experts. Watching Rachel present my research as her own achievement, I was both shocked and frantic, so I immediately rushed up to confront her. I demanded: “Why is the product you’re showing identical to mine!” But who would have thought that Nicholas, my boyfriend of three years, would stand right up and speak for Rachel. “Jocelyn, are you still going to deceive yourself at this point!” He looked at me with complete disappointment. “Everyone, I’m Jocelyn Williams’ boyfriend, and I can testify that this miracle drug isn’t her research achievement. As far as I know, the entry she brought today was stolen from this Ms. Rachel!” Nicholas’s testimony immediately caused an uproar. I tried to present my lab data as evidence. But I discovered that five or six years’ worth of files on my computer had been wiped clean, without a trace left behind. So, with Nicholas and Rachel working together, I became a vain thief, expelled and blacklisted from the medical community. Busybodies posted what happened at the scene online, subjecting me to a year of cyberbullying. Richard and Nancy, ashamed of me, decisively cut ties and kicked me out of the house. In the end, because I was mentally distraught, I was stabbed to death by a passing mental patient. Meanwhile, Nicholas and Rachel stepped on my corpse to become celebrities. I snapped back to reality, silently closed the lunch box, and directly asked Nicholas to leave. Right now, I simply couldn’t sit peacefully with the people who had killed me. Nicholas was clearly stunned, his expression turning unpleasant. In our three years together, I had never treated him so coldly. Not knowing what had gotten into me, his previously gentle attitude instantly turned cold, and he left with the lunch box. After he left, I calmed myself down and returned to the lab. Then I went straight to pack up and take away all the data and materials related to the miracle drug. According to my past life’s timeline, I would complete the miracle drug next week. But now, I had no intention of continuing. I was going to wait and see how Rachel and Nicholas would achieve fame and success without me.

When I got home, I saw Richard lounging on the couch with his legs crossed, watching TV while playing with his pet bird. Nancy was bustling around in the kitchen. Hearing me come home, she poked her head out. “Jocelyn, home from work? The electricity and water bills are due again. Remember to transfer this month’s living expenses to me.” I calmly hummed in acknowledgment, changed my shoes after entering, and went straight to my room to pack my things for moving out. As I passed the couch, Richard’s face darkened when he saw me ignoring him. But considering that I covered all the household expenses, he could only mutter under his breath, calling me a “money-losing burden.” During dinner, Richard nudged Nancy with his elbow. Nancy immediately looked at me and said gently: “Jocelyn, how’s work been lately? Your father and I are getting older, and after raising you all these years, we should be able to enjoy ourselves. Your father thinks you should give us a hundred thousand dollars each so we can travel.” After she finished speaking, the dining table fell silent. After I finished eating, I slowly put down my fork and decisively shook my head under their expectant gazes. “I’m moving out. I’ll give you two thousand dollars a month for living expenses from now on. Don’t bother me unless it’s important.” With that, I went back to my room, grabbed my luggage, and left right in front of them. In my previous life, I was dutiful to them, giving them five thousand dollars a month for living expenses. But after being cyberbullied, they found me embarrassing and transferred all the money from my account while I was sick. They even heartlessly kicked me out of the house. So in this lifetime, I won’t foolishly sacrifice myself for the illusion of family affection. I quickly rented an apartment, about 900 square feet. The place had a small balcony, and the one-bedroom, one-living-room space was more than enough for me. I had saved up quite a bit over the years. Now that I didn’t have to spend all my time in the lab, I could finally start enjoying life. But my happy days only lasted a couple of days before annoying people came knocking. “Jocelyn, why did you block me?” Nicholas said pitifully. “And I heard from people in the lab that you haven’t been there in a while. The medical research conference is coming up soon. Are you really going to give up after preparing for so long?” “Yeah, Jocelyn, you’ve devoted five years of your youth to that miracle drug. How can you just give up when you’re so close to the finish line?” Rachel chimed in too. I looked coldly at the two of them playing off each other. “Whether I participate or not is none of your business. Why are you both so anxious? Don’t tell me you want my research.” Both their faces changed instantly. Finding this boring, I turned to leave. But Nicholas quickly rushed in front of me to block my path. He frowned with displeasure, suppressing his anger as he said: “Jocelyn, what’s gotten into you? That miracle drug is years of your hard work. How can you just give up like that? If you’re having problems, you can talk to me!” Rachel panicked too, affectionately grabbing my hand: “Jocelyn, you’ve misunderstood Nicholas and me. We just think it’s such a shame—you put so much effort and money into that miracle drug.” The money and effort were all mine. What did it have to do with them? Too lazy to keep arguing with them, I casually brushed them off, saying I’d be back at the lab soon, and finally managed to get away.

After returning to my rented place, I dug out the photo album I’d brought from home. Throughout my life, I had pitifully few photos of myself. Richard and Nancy didn’t like me, thinking I was just a girl who couldn’t carry on the family line. If Richard hadn’t lost his ability to have children in that accident, they would have given me away long ago. After getting together with Nicholas, he was gentle and considerate, giving me the tolerance and love I’d never received before. He didn’t like taking photos together, so I secretly snapped pictures of him with my phone. Then I’d deliberately print them out and keep them in my album to preserve these beautiful memories. But now, looking at these photos, I only felt heartache. I tore up each photo and burned them, watching my former sincerity and love turn to ash with the smoke. After cleaning everything up, I opened the windows to air out the room. Then I lay on the couch and skillfully logged into Rachel’s Twitter using my alternate account. Starting three years ago, she’d been posting about heart disease medication research on social media. From material selection and experiments to various data, she shared everything like it was part of her daily life. In my previous life, after I filed my appeal, Rachel pitifully made her Twitter public. She claimed she’d been researching since three years ago and hadn’t stolen my results at all. In contrast, I had no online records, couldn’t even produce lab surveillance footage. Even my assistant had been bought off by Rachel to give false testimony. I was left speechless, caught in a massive public opinion storm. So after my rebirth, I immediately registered an alternate Twitter account and tracked down her social media. Her posts had shifted from beauty and fashion to medical research three years ago. But recently, her medication research progress had stalled right around when I left. Looking at the familiar lab and data in her posts, my brow couldn’t help but twitch. I had to wonder if I’d fallen into an elaborate scam. Because my meeting with Nicholas was arranged by Rachel. She said Nicholas was her childhood friend who couldn’t stop thinking about me after seeing me once at school. That’s why Nicholas asked her to introduce us. Nicholas was indeed very good to me back then, one hundred percent considerate. My friends, seeing how well he treated me, had almost no complaints about him. But as our relationship went on, he became increasingly dismissive of me. I originally thought our feelings had just faded, but it turned out he simply didn’t want to keep up the act anymore. Thinking about this, I rubbed my throbbing temples. I was such a fool, being deceived for over three years without realizing it. But remembering my tragic death in my previous life, my desire for revenge spread uncontrollably. The next day, I returned to the lab. Nicholas and Rachel were obviously happy, and their attitudes toward me improved considerably. While I was doing experiments, they kept bringing me coffee and desserts. But when they discovered I’d been slacking off for several days straight, they immediately panicked. Especially Rachel. “Jocelyn! You’re supposed to be doing experiments, how can you be playing on your phone here? And the data on your computer hasn’t been updated either. What have you been doing these past two days?” she demanded with a frown. I waved my hand dismissively: “Experiments take time. Can’t I rest while waiting for results? And how do you know my computer data hasn’t been updated? Are you monitoring me?” Rachel hadn’t expected me to respond like this. She frantically explained that I was overthinking it, that she was just concerned about me, that I was misunderstanding her. I could see her eyes reddening as she was about to cry pitifully. I quickly put on my headphones – out of sight, out of mind. When Nicholas came in, he saw me standing to the side playing on my phone while Rachel was crying. He almost immediately rushed to Rachel’s side, opening his mouth to scold me. But after seeing my cold gaze, he held back, finally saying dryly: “Rachel, what’s wrong?” Then he started comforting her. Rachel then pitifully told Nicholas that nothing had happened, that it was her fault for making me angry. She was just trying to encourage me to work seriously on my experiments. After saying this, she glanced at me pitifully, as if I were some unforgivable villain. I sighed. Watching them perform was truly exhausting, so I simply closed my laptop and left. Drawing on my experience from my previous life, I quickly produced the finished special-effect medication. After sending it to the testing center for analysis, it would be ready as my entry for the research conference. On the day of the conference, I saw Rachel dressed elegantly, her chin held high throughout, looking absolutely confident of victory. The research conference was a prestigious exchange competition held every five years in the medical field. If you could place in the conference, you’d not only receive substantial prize money but also network with medical industry leaders. After completing the special-effect medication, Nicholas never contacted me again. He resumed his cold treatment toward me as before. But today, he suddenly became enthusiastic, not only coming to pick me up for the conference but also offering to carry my bag. He was as warm and attentive as when we first started dating. After the research conference began, various competition entries were presented one by one. Some, like mine, were medications for treating specific diseases, while others were designed medical equipment. Overall, everything was pretty much the same as in my previous life. I was getting drowsy watching until Rachel took the stage, which perked me up a bit. Just like in my previous life, after Rachel began introducing her special-effect medication, everyone present became interested. She introduced each aspect systematically: the medication’s components, manufacturing process, and therapeutic effects. She certainly appeared very professional. After her presentation, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. She smiled smugly, then looked toward me and shook her head provocatively. I lowered my head and smiled, then stood up calmly and said in a voice everyone could hear: “I have something to say. Ms. Harris, how many years of hard work went into this special-effect medication? How did something I’ve been researching for five years suddenly become yours?” The surroundings immediately fell silent, followed by even more heated discussion. “What does this mean?” “I checked the competition information. This woman is called Jocelyn Williams, and her project is also about cardiac special-effect medication.” “I’ve heard of Jocelyn Williams! She’s Professor Arthur Hastings’ student.” Faced with my questioning, the gracious smile on Rachel’s face slowly faded. The next second, her eyes filled with tears as she said weakly: “Jocelyn, I know you’re jealous that I was able to develop the special-effect medication, but this is my life’s work.” “I can give you the person I love, I can give you my laboratory, but today I really can’t be weak anymore.” With that, Rachel bowed deeply to me. “Jocelyn, my Twitter has evidence that I’ve been researching this since three years ago. You can’t just be jealous because I’ve achieved something.” The research conference was being livestreamed, and many netizens had witnessed the scene. Rachel had attracted quite a following with her persona as a high-IQ beauty on Twitter, so people immediately began attacking me online. “Who is this woman? We’ve witnessed Rachel’s entire journey.” “I know, right? She’s so shameless, claiming the results are hers just like that?” “Damn, this b*tch is even bullying Rachel. No wonder Rachel always says she’s unhappy at school!” The next second, I felt the man beside me move. He shot up angrily, pointing his finger at me just like in my previous life. “Jocelyn, how can you lie like this? The special-effect medication is clearly Rachel’s life’s work. Haven’t you bullied her enough? Everyone, I’m Jocelyn’s boyfriend, and I can testify that she never researched any special-effect medication. I really can’t continue being her accomplice.” I stood there accepting the same accusations and cold stares as in my previous life. But I felt no panic or anxiety. I pulled out the test report I’d prepared beforehand and asked the conference organizer to compare my and Rachel’s competition materials. Then I watched this scene with interest, anticipating the moment Rachel would be exposed. The organizer’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rachel and me, finally looking toward the other attendees. He finally said gravely: “Ms. Williams, the test reports for you and Ms. Harris show that your medications have identical components, and Ms. Harris’s test report is even earlier than yours.” This statement caused an immediate uproar in the crowd. And I stared wide-eyed, my brow furrowing. The special-effect medication I’d left in the laboratory was clearly defective, and I’d even switched some of the components. But why was what she presented today identical to my finished product? At this moment, Rachel suddenly bit her lip, walked down from the stage, and grabbed my hand. “Jocelyn, as long as you apologize to me, I can let everything from before slide.” She leaned close to me and said in a voice only we could hear: “So what if you switched the components? Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Seeing my face gradually pale, Rachel lowered her head and smiled maliciously. “Jocelyn, no matter how hard you try, it’s useless. I’m the winner.”

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