After being reborn, the first thing I did was forge a kidney failure diagnosis report. In my previous life, my nephew Jason Hill was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant to survive. I immediately got tested for compatibility and donated my right kidney to him. After the surgery, my health deteriorated rapidly. My twenty-year-old body became as weak as an eighty-year-old’s, unable to do housework or hold a job. But my brother Kyle Hill and his wife Jennifer Clark accused me of faking illness to avoid responsibilities. Kyle said, “You’re just missing one kidney. Do you expect us to support you for the rest of your life?” Jennifer threw a pig kidney she bought from the supermarket in my face, saying, “I’m giving your kidney back to you. Now we’re even, right?” Due to unilateral kidney failure, I died before turning thirty in a cheap apartment. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day before Jason’s diagnosis. “I don’t want water, I want soda!” Jason screamed, knocking over the glass. “We’re out of soda in the fridge. I’ll buy some for you later,” my mother Laura Baker said with a smile, despite being splashed with water. Seeing this, I jumped up from the couch. “I’ll go buy it! I’ll get the biggest bottle of soda for Jason right now!” I said as I hurried toward the door. Only after closing the apartment door did I finally relax. I trembled as I felt my side. The surgical scar was gone. Thank God, both my kidneys were still there. In my previous life, Jason needed weekly dialysis to stay alive, with a kidney transplant being his only hope for a cure. Upon hearing this news, I immediately went to the hospital for compatibility testing. When Kyle and Jennifer learned that my kidney was a match for Jason, they got down on their knees begging me to donate. They promised to take care of me for the rest of my life and even said Jason would look after me in my old age. Laura even threatened me: “If you don’t agree, I’ll kill myself and ruin your reputation!” I donated one of my kidneys to Jason, saving his life. After the transplant surgery, I completely lost my ability to work, lost my job, and would get dizzy just climbing stairs. Having only one kidney left me infertile, turning me into a complete invalid. Kyle and Jennifer quickly broke their promises, stopped paying for my living expenses, and kicked me out of their home. Kyle coldly said, “Missing a kidney won’t kill you. Don’t be so greedy.” Jennifer threw a pig kidney at me, saying, “We’re giving your kidney back now.” Even Laura told me, “Jason is your nephew. Saving him was your responsibility.” The night I died alone in my apartment, they regretfully said, “We should have made her donate both kidneys to Jason.” This time, I’ve decided not to save Jason.

I stood in the supermarket and bought five cases of soda for Jason. Since childhood, Jason has always loved drinking soda, and now he refuses to drink even a drop of water. Kyle had tried to correct this habit before, but Jason would rather be dehydrated than drink water. Laura felt sorry for him and bought several cases of soda to keep at home. This habit of Jason’s has continued for over ten Christmases; it’s no wonder he would develop kidney failure. I brought the soda home, and Jason immediately started drinking it happily. During dinner, I casually mentioned that I was planning to get a full physical examination. Jennifer mocked me, saying, “You must be rich. I haven’t even gathered enough money for Jason’s tutoring fees yet.” I pretended not to understand her comment. “Health is much more important than academics. I think our whole family should get checked.” My body is perfectly healthy; I was just preparing for my plan. Jason’s condition could be discovered at any time. As long as I lived in this house, I might face the same situation as last time. So I decided I needed to escape far away, where they could never find me. I forged a kidney failure diagnosis report and sent it to the family group chat. I returned home with the fake report, pretending to be devastated. The three of them were whispering about something in the living room. When they saw me come in, Laura walked over with a grave expression. For a moment, I almost believed she genuinely cared about me. But her next words immediately shattered my illusion. Laura said, “I asked the doctor. Your condition requires lifelong dialysis, which costs a fortune. You’ll suffer even if you live, so why not give up treatment? Jason isn’t grown up yet. He’ll need money for college and marriage in the future. We really can’t help you.” Jennifer walked over with a smirk and said, “It’s because you insisted on getting a physical that you discovered your terminal illness. Jason is still young. You’d better move out soon before your bad luck affects him.” Listening to them shirk responsibility, I wiped my tears and pleaded, “The doctor said my condition could be cured with a kidney transplant, and relatives have the highest success rate for matching. Could you all get tested? Jason could try too.” As soon as I finished speaking, I was slapped across the face. “You monster! Jason is so young, and you want him to donate a kidney?!” Jennifer glared at me fiercely, as if she wanted to kill me. Holding my cheek, I sobbed, “He can live with just one kidney. If he donates his kidney to me, I’ll treat him like my own son. I’ll leave all my inheritance to him.” Jennifer said, “Impossible! You’re about to die anyway. After you die, your inheritance will naturally go to Jason!” I turned to Kyle and said, “Kyle, please save me. Just do a matching test; it might not even be successful.” Laura immediately stood in front of Kyle, saying defensively, “Kyle is in such good health; donating a kidney would affect his wellbeing.” The three of them stood together, showing not a shred of sympathy or compassion toward me. I cried out, “Mom, I’m your child too! Can you really bear to watch me die?” Laura said, “This is God’s arrangement. I gave birth to you; you should be grateful you’ve lived this long.” I stood up, looking at them coldly, and said, “You’re so heartless. God will punish you!” With that, I flipped the dining table and swung a chair, smashing the furniture to pieces, not acting like a sick person at all. They watched me destroy things, only daring to curse at me but not stepping forward to stop me. After demolishing everything, I finally calmed down and stormed out without looking back.

I ran desperately, terrified they would catch up to me. Laura texted me: [You bastard. Our mother-daughter relationship is over.] I took a screenshot of this message and posted it directly on social media. My relatives who saw it didn’t understand what had happened. Soon Laura also posted an update: [From today on, Brittany and I are no longer mother and daughter.] My family and friends thought it was just an ordinary family dispute and tried to persuade me: [Calm down. Blood ties can’t be severed.] I immediately replied: [Stop trying to convince me. My mother doesn’t love me at all and wants to see me die from illness.] [I even doubt if I’m her biological daughter. How could there be such a heartless mother in this world?] Then I shared the forged kidney failure diagnosis report in the group chat. My relatives immediately criticized Laura: [Laura, Brittany is your own daughter. She’s sick now, you can’t abandon her.] [She’s so cold-blooded, giving up her daughter for money.] [If my daughter were sick, I’d do everything in my power to cure her.] Laura was shaking with anger and replied: [She doesn’t want money, she wants a kidney!] [She actually wants Jason to donate a kidney to her. She’s the truly vicious one!] She pushed all the blame onto me. Without my rebirth experience, I might have actually felt guilty. But now, I only care about myself. These relatives probably agreed with Laura, as they all quickly fell silent. Usually, they had good relationships with me, but now no one was helping me. [Brittany, you can manage your condition with dialysis. Why do you insist on a kidney? Kyle can’t lose a kidney.] [That’s right. A kidney isn’t something money can buy. You’re going too far.] I replied with a cold laugh: [Mary, why don’t you give me your kidney? People can live with one kidney.] No one dared to speak up after that. After all, kidneys aren’t regenerative organs, and no one wanted to take the risk. Seeing me criticized by everyone, Kyle pretended to defend me, saying: [I can’t give you my kidney, but I’ll help you if you’re in trouble.] I didn’t believe a word he said. I ignored him and continued pressing: [We’re all family, is there really no one willing to save me? Are you all so heartless?] No one replied. They clearly didn’t want to help me. Now I felt relieved. Jason’s illness would soon manifest. With no relatives willing to help, Kyle would definitely become desperate. I rented an apartment in the suburbs and got a new job. New York is so big, they’d never find me again. After settling in, I still made one trip back home. After graduation, Laura had always controlled my salary. Every time I wanted to move out, she stopped me. She always gave my money to Kyle and Jennifer. Money that belonged to me—I had to get it back. The apartment I had trashed last time had been renovated. When they saw me appear, Laura, Kyle, and Jennifer’s faces showed obvious displeasure. I threw the documents in front of their spaghetti and said, “I don’t want the kidney anymore, but you need to pay back all the money you spent on me over the years.” The documents were printed bank statements, clearly recording every penny Laura had taken. They couldn’t deny it. Jennifer screamed when she saw the numbers: “We don’t have that much money!” I said, “This is all money you spent. Pay it back now!” I sat on the floor, making it clear I wouldn’t leave without my money. Laura waved her hands, trying to drive me away. “I gave birth to you and raised you. I have the right to spend your money. Get out!” I smiled coldly as I pulled out a small knife and said, “It’s fine if you don’t pay me back. I don’t have long to live anyway, so I might do something impulsive. Jennifer, Jason is in 5th grade, Class B at the elementary school, right?” Everyone froze, afraid I might really go crazy. “Fine! I’ll give you the money. Now get out!” Laura finally gave in. I said, “Of course.” After receiving the payment notification, I stood up. Before leaving, I looked around the apartment my father had left behind and said, “Legally, I should own part of this place too.” Kyle broke down screaming, “Get out! This apartment is mine!” I didn’t say anything more, just left them with a chilling smile. After that night, they couldn’t sleep, fearing I might come back demanding more money. Eventually, they decided to sell the apartment and move, even planning to transfer Jason to another school. After all, I was now a desperate terminal patient, and they worried I might do something to harm them. On their moving day, Jason threw a tantrum because he didn’t want to leave his familiar school. An irritated Kyle slapped Jason, but unexpectedly, Jason immediately passed out. Laura held Jason, crying out for help. Kyle said, “Stop pretending. I’ve hit you before and you were fine.” But I knew Jason’s kidney failure had flared up.

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Christmas had just ended when I got into a car accident trying to save my three brothers. Yet they cried, claiming they couldn’t afford my medical bills, and insisted the doctors amputate both my legs. “Kayla, we’re sorry. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you even if we have to sell our blood or organs!” They dumped me in a rundown apartment right after my surgery, watched as my blood soaked through the sheets, then hurriedly left, claiming they needed to raise money for my medical expenses. Not wanting to burden them anymore, I endured excruciating pain trying to climb to the rooftop to end my life, only to stumble upon a luxurious hotel banquet where my brothers were surrounding another girl. She was eating a magnificent cake I’d never seen before, wearing a dress worth millions of dollars, adorned with a sparkling diamond necklace, and was addressed as the young lady of the Thompson family. A symphony orchestra, commanding over a hundred million dollars per performance, had been specially invited just to play the birthday song for her. While I was lying in agony in that apartment, they wouldn’t even spend a few dozen dollars on bandages for me. My oldest brother, Noah Thompson, personally fed cake to the girl, Chloe Thompson, saying, “Chloe, only you are our true sister.” My second brother, Walter Thompson, placed a diamond-studded tiara on her head. “Even for an ordinary birthday, we’d never let you suffer the slightest discomfort.” My third brother, Felix Thompson, gently helped her put on high heels, saying, “Chloe, you’re our treasure.” She swayed her black card on stage, smiling as she said, “Brothers, Kayla did lose her legs for you. You should go be with her…” Noah sneered, “She doesn’t deserve it. Now that she’s crippled, she’s even less comparable to you. She deserves what she got…” ***** I limped back to the apartment, collapsing onto the trash-filled floor. My leg wound burst open, blood flowing freely. I tore away the pants stuck to my wound. These cheap pants were my first new clothes in twenty Christmases. Despite the doctor’s warning that a secondary infection could be fatal, I stubbornly wore them anyway. Because my brothers had stayed up all night modifying them for me. After my parents died in a car accident, they left only massive debt. We couldn’t even afford down jackets. My brothers sold their blood multiple times just to buy this piece of insulating fabric. I stopped asking for gifts, spending every Christmas and birthday night wrapped in a blanket, singing happy birthday to myself. Since childhood, I’d rummage through garbage bins collecting cans for money, occasionally finding discarded restaurant leftovers to stave off hunger. When injured, I’d use spaghetti powder to stop the bleeding, never daring to call an ambulance for fear of troubling my brothers. My only winter coat was made from an old blanket I found at the dump. It kept me warm through twenty winters. Classmates mocked my old clothes, but I never felt ashamed. Because my brothers said, “We earn money with our own hands; even in poverty, we maintain our dignity.” Only now did I understand that everything they said was a lie. My brothers had money—they just gave everything to Chloe. My rags couldn’t compare to even the lace trim on her dress. My blood spread across the floor. I couldn’t understand why, no matter how hard I tried, I could never earn their love. “Kayla, we’re back, and we brought you cake.” Noah’s gentle voice sounded outside the door, completely different from how he’d spoken at the banquet, as if he were two different people. I hurriedly covered the bloodstains with waste paper. Seeing their deliberately worn designer shirts, I almost thought what I’d witnessed earlier was just a hallucination. “Kayla, these are cake scraps we got from the hotel. Try some.” Noah pushed a box of cake crumbs toward me. Before, I would have happily hugged them, crying with gratitude. But this time, I only felt exhausted. They had just hired a symphony orchestra worth over a hundred million dollars for Chloe. While I lay awake at night trying to save money, Chloe was probably sleeping soundly on her king-sized mattress. “This handwritten card is only for our most beloved sister. Look at it whenever you miss us.” Walter suddenly pulled out a dirty card. They gave her a black card, yet gave me waste paper. This greeting card was probably made from packaging paper Chloe didn’t want. I was like a joke, moved by their charity, not realizing I’d been the clown all along.

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Felix anxiously pulled me into his arms while Walter came forward to feel my forehead, saying, “Kayla, do you have a fever? Why aren’t you speaking?” “Why are you so pale? Is your leg hurting?” So they knew about my pain. “Kayla, I’m sorry. It should have been us who got injured instead.” “I’m sorry, if only I could suffer in your place…” “Kayla, we’re so sorry!” They sobbed with their heads bowed, even slapping themselves several times until their faces were covered in bloody marks. I couldn’t understand why they claimed to care about me, yet became completely different people when they turned away. Once, I was beaten for stealing a hamburger because I was too hungry, and they threw themselves over me, begging to protect me. They were beaten until they coughed blood rather than abandon me, and never spoke a harsh word to me after we got home. But these same brothers who supposedly loved me had lied to me for half my life, watching me struggle with every step. Meanwhile, they kept Chloe safe in their arms, living happily as a little princess. My leg was hurting more and more. My brothers anxiously asked what was wrong. I forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing. I just had a dream. In my dream, there was a girl celebrating her birthday, and her brothers invited many musicians to play for her. She had such a huge cake and wore a dress I’ve never seen before. Her brothers casually gave her three black cards. “But no one stayed with me for Christmas. I could only lie alone among the pile of junk in the apartment.” They exchanged nervous glances, looking guilty. Then they started acting. Noah said tearfully, “Kayla, we’re sorry. We had to work overtime during the holidays to earn extra money for your leg treatment, so we had to leave you alone in the apartment after your surgery on Christmas.” Walter stroked my head and said helplessly, “Kayla, though we’re poor, we’ve tried our best to give you everything. This was just a dream.” “The cream on the cake is melting, hurry and eat it.” Felix held the cake to my mouth. The cream was too sweet; I only took one bite before putting it down. “Kayla, why did you stop eating? You just had surgery and lost a lot of blood. You need to replenish your sugar.” I found their words ridiculous. Chloe had an entire symphony orchestra, while I didn’t even have a medical team. Clenching my fists, I took a deep breath and said, “Noah, Walter, Felix, I want to go to the hospital for treatment.” This was my second request after buying bandages. Since my amputation surgery, my leg had been bleeding and even oozing pus, but I endured the pain without saying anything, afraid of worrying them. Not only that, I had collected many recyclables just to earn enough money for one hospital visit. “Kayla, why are you suddenly thinking about going to the hospital? We haven’t even raised enough money for your previous amputation surgery.” My brothers stared at me with difficulty, their eyes filled with hidden blame. My whole body trembled. Chloe’s hair crown alone was worth tens of thousands of dollars, while I was just trying to get a thousand-dollar wound dressing treatment, fighting with all my might to save myself. Noah exchanged glances with the other two and coaxed me, “Kayla, we’ll take you to buy bandages tonight, okay?” “Yeah, bandages are safer for stopping blood than painful hospital treatments. We’ll carry you there and buy you a box of painkillers too. Then it won’t hurt anymore.” Felix patted my back to comfort me. I clenched my fists and nodded. After all, I didn’t want to be in pain. Even if I died, the medicine could ease my suffering. Just as my brothers relaxed, their phones rang simultaneously with the same ringtone: “Chloe’s brother, darling Chloe’s brother.” They frantically pulled out their phones, hung up at the same time, and then looked at each other. “Kayla, the construction site suddenly called us to work overtime to move the cement.” “Yeah, we all got the call, so it must be urgent.” “Kayla, just hang in there tonight. Don’t go out alone, it’s dangerous.” They left without even waiting for my response. Looking at my incomplete legs, I murmured, “Really? Brothers…” With hope in my heart, I painfully dragged myself forward using just my hands.

The familiar evening gown flashed through the crack of the dilapidated apartment door. Chloe rushed into my brothers’ arms. Noah skillfully lifted her up and spun her around, while Walter and Felix smiled happily at the sound of her laughter. Noah carefully set her down and pretended to be serious: “What are you doing here? This is the slums. What if you catch something? Didn’t we tell you to stay at the Four Seasons? What if Kayla finds out…” Unfortunately, I had witnessed this scene firsthand, and I’d been living in what he called “the slums” for twenty Christmases. “But I missed you all. I want to spend Christmas with you,” Chloe said sweetly. “Brothers, will you take me to see a movie tonight? The last time you took me was three whole days ago.” My brothers looked uncomfortable, frowning as they glanced back at the apartment. Tears welling in her eyes, Chloe said, “Noah, am I not your only sister anymore?” She turned to Walter with a pitiful look. “Walter, didn’t you promise you’d never let me suffer?” As Felix stood there helplessly, she said dejectedly, “Felix, am I not your precious baby anymore?” “Chloe, you’re our only sister. No matter what happens, you’ll always be our treasure!” Walter quickly interrupted her. “Is Kayla making you stay with her? She sacrificed so much to save you all, so you should probably go be with her instead,” Chloe said tearfully. “No! It’s not what you think. If you want to watch a movie, we’ll definitely set up a home theater for you. Go back to the hotel and rest. We’ll come get you once everything’s ready.” Chloe smiled. “I knew it. You only love me.” Their happy figures grew more distant. My heart ached. “Why are you still here, cripple? You haven’t paid this month’s rent yet. Get out!” The door was kicked open. I looked up in terror as several hands with skull tattoos grabbed me and started dragging me out. “No, please! Just wait a little longer. I’ll have the money soon!” I struggled to crawl to the landlord’s feet, clutching at her pant leg, begging. She held the men back for a moment and scolded, “Are you stalling for time? Pay half the rent now, or get out of here!” I frantically pulled out my phone to call my brothers, my voice trembling: “I’m not lying. I have three brothers. They must have forgotten. Just wait…” “I’ll believe you one last time!” But Noah wouldn’t answer my call. The voicemail message cruelly announced my fate. I froze for a moment, then called Walter. When even my final call to Felix was rejected, my phone was stomped on the ground. The landlord said, “I knew you were faking! If you really had three brothers, they wouldn’t leave a cripple like you all alone. I felt sorry for you and let you delay the rent month after month, but you haven’t paid a penny since you were sent back here. I’ve been more than kind to you!” I crawled over and clutched the shattered phone to my chest. I don’t know when I was dumped on the street, or why no one answered my calls. With trembling hands, I managed to find the photo in my cracked phone. “Kayla is amazing, already earning money to buy her own phone. You’re truly our strongest sister!” This was the only group photo I had with my brothers. That’s why I treasured this phone so much, never replacing it even in this era of smartphones. But they had countless photos with Chloe… They were all liars! The already cracked screen shattered completely as I swung my hand, just like the broken bond between my brothers and me. I cared deeply for them, giving up Ivy League schools to reduce the family’s burden, working three jobs a day to earn money, even sacrificing my opportunity to develop in New York, and losing both my legs to save them. Yet my love for them was worthless. They felt no guilt raising another girl behind my back. I crawled to an empty alley, where the cold wind numbed even the pain in my legs. In that moment before passing out, I suddenly became clear-headed, with a powerful will to survive bursting forth. I knew that staying alive was the best revenge against them. I returned to collecting recyclables, eating just one burger a day, dragging myself through every corner of the city day and night. My wounds oozed blood and pus, which I could only wrap with rags. Watching the coins in my hand grow closer to the amount needed for treatment, I finally smiled again after so long. That day, my fellow trash collector friend invited me to a job, saying a new AMC theater was opening and hiring people to clean. We could also collect empty bottles after the movies ended. I agreed without hesitation. Because the journey was so far, I began crawling toward my destination before dawn. Upon reaching the theater, just as I was about to go in and ask, I saw those four familiar figures standing close together. Chloe said, “Why don’t we bring Kayla too? She’s probably never seen an IMAX movie before.” “She didn’t even go to college, don’t waste a movie ticket on her!” “Chloe, a cripple doesn’t deserve to be in front of your spaghetti.” “Janitor, hurry up and clean the floor!” Before the exciting movie began, I tied the cloth around my legs tighter and slowly crawled over, saying, “Excuse me, I’m the janitor here to clean.”

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In my previous life, I lived to be seventy-six years old. I thought I had lived a happy life with no regrets. Until after my husband Leon Hale died, when his lawyer announced at the funeral that he had left all his assets to his beloved Ariel Bates and nothing to me. Only then did I realize what Leon truly felt for Ariel. After I calmed down, I decided to sue Ariel for taking what should have been our marital property. When my son heard the news, he imprisoned me in our home and warned me: “Dad couldn’t be with the person he loved. All he could leave Ariel was money. Mom, if you insist on suing her, I’ll cut ties with you!” Watching my son yell at me, I fainted from anger. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn in the 1970s. Everything was just beginning. In this life, I want neither husband nor son. ***** As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my son Zayn Hale tugging at my clothes, stubbornly saying, “Mom, I want you to stay home with me! Don’t go to work!” Seeing that I didn’t respond, he pouted, his eyes immediately turning red. The familiar feeling of heartache surged within me. But when I remembered his words from my previous life—”I’ll cut ties with you”—I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I believed I was a good mother. In my previous life, I gave Zayn enough love and attention, caring for his studies and daily life. To be with him, I willingly gave up my high-paying translation job to Ariel, just so I could give Zayn a complete childhood. In the end, I gladly served as a housewife for decades. But only after my death did I learn that the reason Zayn refused to let me work that day was because Leon had told him: “If your mom goes to work, no one will take you to school anymore, no one will make you breakfast, and your classmates will mock you for being a child without a mother.” Thinking about this, I smiled bitterly. They were all so ungrateful. I said, “Zayn, you can’t get what you want by throwing tantrums. I worked hard to get this job. Why should I give it up just because you want me to stay with you?” Then, ignoring Zayn’s reaction, I walked back to my room and locked the door. Zayn froze for a moment, then rushed over and began kicking and punching the door. “Bad woman, you’re not my mom! I don’t want you to be my mom anymore!” If the old me had heard these words, I would have panicked, gone out to hug Zayn, and comforted him. But now I didn’t care. Living this life again, I only wanted to live for myself. I said, “If you don’t want me to be your mom, then tell your dad to divorce me. I can’t wait.” Zayn stood frozen. He was somehow afraid and stopped talking, running to the doorway to look outside, waiting for Leon to return. I looked around the familiar room, took a deep breath, and touched the old familiar items. When I saw our wedding photo, I finally believed completely that I had been reborn. In all the years of marriage with Leon, our only photo together was taken at our wedding. In my previous life, we lost this photo when we moved, and I was sad for a long time, but Leon never suggested taking another one with me. Now I realized it was because he no longer loved me. A familiar set of footsteps sounded, followed by coughing.

I shuddered, reflexively about to stand up. Then I realized this wasn’t my previous life anymore, and I chuckled softly. I opened the door to find Leon Christmas standing coldly in a suit outside. Next to him stood a beautiful girl, Ariel, wearing a new red gown that made her look charming and confident. She frowned at me, then tugged at Leon’s sleeve. “Leon, I don’t think Danna intentionally left Zayn outside alone. Don’t blame her.” Leon frowned at me, angrily demanding: “Danna, what’s wrong with you? Zayn is just a child, and you left him alone outside!” I looked at Zayn and sneered with contempt: “He’s nine years old already. Are you afraid he’ll get kidnapped?” Leon seemed surprised by my retort and froze in place. Ariel said, “Danna, you shouldn’t talk like that. You’ll hurt Zayn’s feelings.” I looked directly into Ariel’s eyes, and she nervously averted her gaze. “I’m his mother. If I’m not worried, why should you be?” I said. Ariel stepped back, looking flustered. “Danna, I…” Leon positioned himself protectively in front of Ariel and gave me a cold glance. “Ariel is my comrade’s daughter. Don’t be so harsh with her.” I found it amusing. So Leon knew Ariel was his comrade’s daughter, yet he clearly had feelings for her. Now it seemed they were interested in each other. Leon cleared his throat again. In my previous life, he always did this. Whenever he wanted something, he never asked directly—just coughed once and gave me a cold look, and I would dutifully bring whatever he needed. But now, I looked at Leon and pretended to be disgusted as I stepped back: “This is my room. Get out.” Leon was furious: “Tomorrow, you’ll hand over your job to Ariel. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Ariel looked at me somewhat embarrassed, though a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes. “Danna, this wasn’t my idea, Leon insisted…” Leon explained, “Ariel needs a job immediately, or she’ll be sent back to her hometown.” I folded my arms: “Helping develop her rural hometown—isn’t that a good thing? Besides, if she needs work, why doesn’t she find her own job? Why should I give her mine?” Leon said, “Ariel’s image is more suitable for this position than yours, and I’d feel better about it. Look at yourself—you still think you can be a translator?” I examined my clothes—worn, rough, but clean. Throughout our marriage, I had given the best to him and our son, never considering myself. I rarely bought new clothes; when something tore, I just patched it up. I took a slow, deep breath and said firmly: “No.” Ariel quickly interjected, “It’s okay, Leon. I don’t necessarily need Danna’s job.” Leon’s gaze turned threatening: “If you insist on keeping this job, then let’s get divorced. And I want custody of Zayn.”

Leon stared at me. Zayn also lifted his chin proudly and said, “Bad woman, if you divorce my daddy, I won’t let you be my mommy anymore!” Leon seemed confident that I wouldn’t want a divorce because of Zayn, considering I was an orphan. Sure enough, Leon said with a hint of pity, “Danna, you know how difficult life is for children without parents. Could you really bear to let Zayn end up like you, without a happy family?” I pointed at Ariel. “Isn’t there someone right here who’s eager to be his mother?” Leon froze for a moment, panic flashing in his eyes, before raising his voice. “This is between us. Why do you keep bringing Ariel into this? Are you jealous?” I found it amusing. Leon could always easily pin some ridiculous accusation on me. “Think whatever you want,” I said, then returned to my room, grabbed some money, and left. Leon had reminded me that if I wanted to be an interpreter, I needed to buy some proper clothes. After purchasing fabric, I found my neighbor Nicole and asked her to make me some clothes. Nicole was an excellent seamstress. She said, “Danna, I just overheard your argument. Are you really divorcing your husband? He’s a military man, handsome, with a good salary. Are you really willing to leave him?” I nodded. He didn’t love me, so no matter how excellent he was, it meant nothing to me. Nicole saw my determination. She looked around and whispered in my ear, “But I suspect your husband won’t divorce you.” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “I heard your husband’s superior hates men who cheat on their wives. So if your husband files for divorce, his career would be over.” I immediately felt worried. With complicated thoughts, I returned home. Just as I was about to enter, I heard Ariel crying inside. “Leon, why won’t Danna give me the job? I’m not trying to steal it from her. I just thought since Zayn is still young, wouldn’t it be more important for her to stay home and take care of him? I’d be willing to give her ten dollars a month from my salary.” The door was slightly ajar. I saw Leon holding Ariel in his arms, tenderly wiping away her tears. Leon said, “Ariel, trust me. She will have to give you this job, and you won’t need to pay her anything.” Then, he handed a packet of powder to Zayn. “Zayn, mix this in water and have your mother drink it.” Zayn asked curiously, “Daddy, what is this?” Leon displayed a warm smile, but I found it terrifying. “This is medicine to make your mother quiet.” Zayn clapped his little hands, laughing happily. “Great! Mom has become so annoying lately. I don’t want to hear her say those nasty things!” Zayn couldn’t wait to make me take the powder right away, to silence me forever. Ariel looked hesitantly at Leon and said, “Leon, isn’t this a bit harsh?” Leon patted her head. “Only the mute can’t be interpreters. Don’t worry, as long as she behaves herself and takes good care of Zayn from now on, I’ll give her enough to eat. I won’t let her starve.” Ariel was deeply moved. “Leon, you’re so kind!” Watching their intimate interaction, I felt nothing but disgust. In my previous life, they treated me like a servant, making me willingly serve as the Christmas family housewife for decades. In this life, just because I refused to give up my job to Ariel, they forcibly tried to poison me mute, and even thought keeping me as their diligent servant was some kind of reward? Did I owe these three something in my past life? I felt sad but looked up, forcing myself to hold back tears. After quietly leaving the courtyard, I ran to my supervisor Mark Campos’s office. I asked, “Mr. Campos, if I remember correctly, don’t we still have an overseas assignment position available?” Mark quickly pulled out a chair and poured me a cup of coffee. “Please, sit down. Weren’t you unwilling to go abroad because of your husband and child?” I shook my head. “That’s in the past now. To serve my country, I need to sacrifice my family life. Besides, they don’t need me to take care of them anymore, so I want to divorce Leon. That way I can fully devote myself to my work.” Cold sweat appeared on Mark’s forehead. “Ms. Garner, I’m glad you think this way, but if you divorce because of this, it would be my fault. I can’t break up your family.” I took a sip of coffee and told him about Leon and Ariel’s affair. Mark looked at me sympathetically. After a long pause, he sighed, “Ms. Garner, I’ll apply to the higher-ups for your divorce. You don’t need to discuss it with Leon. There’s a team heading overseas soon—you can leave with them in two days.” I bowed deeply. “Mr. Campos, thank you.” Mark patted my shoulder. “Ms. Garner, you’re the most linguistically gifted person I’ve ever met. You’re truly a genius. Work hard and serve your country well.” I nodded. “Yes, I will.” After resolving the divorce matter, I let out a huge sigh of relief. When I returned home, Zayn ran toward me enthusiastically. “Mom, I got an A on my test today.” I noticed the obvious signs that the “A” on the test paper had been altered, but I smiled without showing any reaction. Leon and Ariel were sitting in the living room, appearing normal, but I could sense something was off. They glanced in my direction, seemingly anticipating something. I smiled, bent down, and stroked Zayn’s head. “Well done. What reward would you like?” Zayn smiled somewhat triumphantly, then ran to the table to fetch a glass of water and brought it to me. “Mom, I don’t want any reward. Our teacher taught us to be considerate. Mom, you must be tired, have some water?”

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The day I received my study abroad permit, my husband, Colonel Alex Grant, was diagnosed with cancer. He begged me to give up my spot so he could live. “Leila,” he said, “only Molly’s father can cure my illness. His only condition is that Molly takes your place to study abroad. I’m not afraid of death, but without me, how will you and Freya survive?” Looking at Alex’s bloodshot eyes, I abandoned my studies and devoted myself to caring for him and our daughter. Yet three Christmases later, his beloved Molly Curtis returned from her studies abroad, and Alex embraced her with a kiss. “Leila is such a fool,” he said. “I’ve been faking my illness for three Christmases, and she never caught on. Thankfully she earned enough money so you didn’t have to work while studying.” Our daughter Freya Grant happily jumped into her arms, calling her “Mom.” I was completely shocked, and in my daze, I crashed into an oncoming truck. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to Christmas 1980, the day I received my study abroad permit. Just after getting the permit, my husband Alex hugged me and began to cry. “Leila, the doctors say I have cancer and don’t have long to live. How will you and Freya manage?” He looked utterly vulnerable. “I’m not afraid to die, but I’m worried about you and Freya!” Suppressing my disgust, I patted his back to comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take good care of Freya.” Alex froze. “Why aren’t you upset at all?” I deliberately put on a sad face and sighed, “What good would being upset do? This is fate. I got the opportunity to study abroad, but you’re going to die. How unfortunate.” Alex’s expression turned awkward. “Actually, there is a way to cure my illness. Molly’s father is an expert in this field. He can cure me. But his only condition is that Molly takes your place to study abroad.” He finally revealed his true purpose. In my previous life, he hadn’t been so quick to tell me all this because as soon as I heard about his cancer diagnosis, I panicked and immediately borrowed money for his treatment, begging others to find doctors to save him. As a result, I fell into their carefully crafted web of lies. Alex made me surrender my study permit so his first love, Molly, could take my place abroad. To save him, I had to give up my dream of studying overseas and devoted my heart and soul to our family. From that day on, I lost everything. Because of his illness, I borrowed a large sum of money from friends and family. For the next three Christmases, I worked multiple jobs to pay off the debt. But in the 80s, money wasn’t easy to come by. I had to work tirelessly at three factories every day. In reality, that money became Molly’s tuition for studying abroad and spending money for their family’s entertainment. Only before my death did I discover how completely I had been fooled. After being reborn, I would never let these people control me again. My six-year-old daughter Freya ran over and hugged Alex. “Daddy, I want Molly to be my mom. Can we go out with mom? She said she’d buy me candy!” Alex’s expression changed instantly. He quickly said, “Don’t talk nonsense! Molly is not your mother.” He glanced at me cautiously. “Leila, don’t overthink it. Molly’s just been so good to her that she misspoke. Freya doesn’t have many relatives, and Molly likes her. That’s a good thing.” I laughed inwardly. Without Alex’s encouragement behind my back, how could Freya have become so close to Molly? So he had been secretly letting Freya call Molly “mom” all along. But none of it mattered anymore. Alex and Freya both had someone they preferred, which was certainly for the best. Freya said dejectedly, “But Daddy, you told me to call her mom.” “Shut up!” Alex snapped. Freya jumped in fright, then ran away crying. In the past, I would have chased after her to comfort her, telling her Alex didn’t mean to yell and that he loved her. But now, I remained unmoved, coldly watching as she tripped over the doorstep and cried even louder. I would not keep an ungrateful child.

Three days later, I’ll be heading to California with my study permit, boarding a flight to my dream school. I ignored both of them and took all the necessary documents to my supervisor Caleb’s office to submit the divorce paperwork. Alex’s special status meant that a normal divorce procedure wouldn’t work. I wrote several pages of applications, documenting Alex and Molly’s inappropriate relationship in meticulous detail. Caleb had long noticed their unusual relationship and just sighed. “Ms. Welch, your studies abroad are also for work purposes. Don’t worry, we’ll definitely approve your divorce.” When I returned home to pack my things after completing the paperwork, Alex came back with Freya. Freya had stopped crying and was carrying a pretty transparent bag filled with various candies. I remembered Molly had bought her these candies several times before. She deliberately criticized me in front of Freya, “Leila, you’re too strict with Freya. It’s normal for children to like candy. Having a few occasionally won’t hurt.” At the time, I didn’t want to create an awkward situation, so I said nothing in front of Molly. After she left, I took away all the candy and advised Freya to eat less sweets to prevent cavities. But Molly had influenced her too deeply, and she became increasingly resistant to my restrictions. When Freya saw me, she seemed to remember all the candy I had confiscated and quickly hid the bag behind her back. I frowned instinctively. “You already have so many bad teeth. Why are you still eating so much candy?” Alex said, “Freya was crying earlier, so we bought some candy to cheer her up.” I regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth. No wonder Freya wasn’t close to me since she was little. Alex always compromised. Moreover, Molly indulged her completely. Children can’t distinguish right from wrong, so naturally they think whoever spoils them is the good person. Sure enough, after meeting my eyes, Freya boldly shouted, “You’re a bad mom! Don’t try to take my candy! Molly is better! Molly is my real mom! I hate you!” People say children’s words are childish and funny, but sometimes a child’s words can be the most hurtful. I calmly said, “Then you can go to Molly from now on. I’m going abroad, and no one will take care of you. Let Molly be your mother from now on.” Freya pouted and threw herself into Alex’s arms, crying loudly. “Daddy, she’s a bad mom! She doesn’t want me anymore!” “Leila, stop talking nonsense!” Alex frowned and scolded me angrily. “Freya is only six years old. She doesn’t understand anything! How can you say such harsh things to her?” Looking coldly at their deep affection, I suddenly pictured my past life where Alex held Freya in one arm and embraced Molly with the other. That was truly a harmonious family of three. I sneered, “Without your indulgence, how could Freya possibly be so dependent on Molly? Alex, isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for? Don’t you want Molly to replace me as Freya’s mother and your wife?” Alex instantly became furious and shouted, “Do you have to fight with me over something so trivial? Do you have to be so harsh to a six-year-old child? “And you absolutely must study abroad, right? You don’t care at all that I might have a terminal illness, do you? “Yes, now that you have great prospects, you want to abandon me, our daughter, and this family, is that it? “Leila, you’re so selfish!” Watching him yell and judge me, trying to make me feel guilty, I found it ridiculous. “Alex, do you really have a terminal illness?” I asked. Alex opened and closed his mouth, not answering immediately. I sneered, “Why don’t we go to California together and get a re-examination at a major hospital to see if you really have a terminal illness?”

Alex was clearly flustered, but the composure he’d developed over the years quickly helped him regain his calm. “Leila, you don’t believe what I’m saying? I’m so disappointed in you!” I couldn’t tell if he was guilty or genuinely angry as he picked up Freya and left the room. I had no interest in dealing with them and continued packing my things. During our five-year marriage, I had accumulated many items, most of which were gifts from Alex, including letters he wrote before we married, overflowing with his admiration and affection for me. I kept these letters in a candy box. Now as I flipped through them one by one, looking at his familiar handwriting and the declarations of love I had memorized long ago, I still felt heartbroken. There was also a pair of dolls he brought back for me from his business trip to California, one male and one female, both incredibly cute. That night, he kissed me for the first time and promised in my ear, “Leila, I’ll love you for a lifetime, no, for lifetimes to come, I will always love you.” Yet in just five short years, his promises had already turned to nothing. His love had an expiration date of barely a thousand days. Alex used to be so good to me. When we were dating, he often took me cycling along small paths. The wind would blow his white shirt until it billowed out, the very picture of youthful freedom. When I was sick and had no appetite, he would specially go to the largest candy store in California to buy me sweets. He’d return after dark, yet still come to my doorstep that same night, offering those sweet candies to me. But all his kindness toward me completely vanished after Molly appeared. Molly was beautiful and came from a good family. A country girl like me couldn’t compare to her. Alex no longer prioritized me, no longer saw me as his only one, and no longer loved only me. These past few days, I had been slowly sorting through my belongings, packing everything related to him into a large box, which I then dragged out to the yard and threw directly into the garbage dump. On my way back, I passed a low flower wall and suddenly overheard Alex and Molly’s conversation. Molly’s voice was tearful: “Alex, can’t Leila really give up her spot for me? She doesn’t even speak German. What could she possibly do abroad? Why won’t she give up her place? Besides, doesn’t she care about your health at all? Are you that unimportant to her?” She was clearly trying to drive a wedge between us, but Alex couldn’t hear it at all. He embraced the sobbing Molly, tenderly stroking her head to comfort her: “Molly, don’t worry, I’ll figure out the study abroad situation. Leila always listens to me; she won’t go against my wishes.” Molly looked up at him with tear-filled eyes: “Really?” Alex nodded solemnly. Immediately, Molly’s eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck and kissed him on the cheek: “Alex, you’re so good to me!” Alex smiled somewhat shyly. I took a deep breath, no longer interested in watching the two of them, and walked away. That night, as I lay in bed with the lights off, nearly asleep, Alex slipped under the covers. He was shirtless as he embraced me from behind, his voice husky in my ear: “Leila, are you asleep? We haven’t made love in a long time. Tonight…”

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On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were holding a press conference announcing their adopted son, Wesley Harrington, as the new heir to the company. My sister Karen Harrington was engaged to Wesley. They had truly become a family. Meanwhile, I, who had exposed Wesley’s evil nature, had been disowned by the Harrington family, completely abandoned. In their eyes, I was an ungrateful person. After being reborn, I no longer crave their love. I live only for myself. ***** I was reborn on the day Wesley was first adopted and brought to my home. I never imagined that fate would give me a second chance. Wesley was the child of my father’s childhood friend and a well-known child prodigy in our city. Unfortunately, his parents died in a car accident. When they were found, Wesley had already been kidnapped from the car. My father spent enormous resources to find him. Feeling sorry for Wesley’s tragic experience at such a young age, my father decided to bring him home and treat him as his own son. My mother burst into tears the moment she saw Wesley, hugging him and crying, “Wesley, you’ve suffered so much.” Karen was also wiping away tears beside them. Only I looked coldly at Wesley, because I knew the terrible malice hidden beneath his gentle facade. My mother asked Wesley to sit down and rest, but he blushed and said softly, “I’m dirty. I’m afraid I’ll soil your sofa.” His demeanor, so considerate it hurt, once again softened the hearts of my overly sympathetic family. Even my father, who always said boys shouldn’t cry, had tears in his eyes. He stroked Wesley’s head and said, “Silly boy, this is your home from now on. You should call us Mom and Dad.” Wesley nodded shyly. Suddenly, he noticed Karen’s unfinished homework on the table. With just a glance, he solved a difficult math problem that she couldn’t figure out all evening. She was instantly captivated by him, praising him as a true genius. My parents exchanged smiles, believing his addition would make our family even better. Throughout the entire process, no one asked for my opinion. It seemed that with the arrival of their adopted son, I, their biological son, no longer mattered. I just waited quietly, because I knew exactly what kind of person Wesley was. Sure enough, just like in my previous life, he immediately started causing trouble for me. He suddenly looked at me with tears in his eyes and asked, “Quentin, why are you glaring at me like that?” He lowered his head, pretending to be very disappointed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to steal your parents. If you don’t like me, I should leave.” Despite saying this, he remained seated on the sofa. My father looked at me sternly. “Quentin, from now on you’re Wesley’s big brother. You need to get along with him, understand?” Karen scoffed dismissively, “Quentin must be jealous that Wesley is smarter than him and feels unhappy about it. Wesley is nothing like him with his little bit of cleverness. Wesley is a famous child prodigy.” Wesley’s face immediately turned pale. He hid behind my mother, trembling. “I never meant to steal Quentin’s spotlight. This is all my fault.” She quickly embraced him for comfort, while giving me a disapproving look. “Quentin, I’ve always taught you to be a humble child. How can you be so envious?” My father urged, “Apologize to Wesley right now!” Wesley lifted his head from my mother’s embrace, deliberately showing a challenging expression that only I could see. I bit my lower lip, remembering scenes from my previous life. My parents and Karen were just as aggressive then, insisting that Wesley was their true family member, ruthlessly disowning me. They even helped him when he framed me and sent me to prison, watching as I was taken to the execution ground. I should have understood that from the moment Wesley stepped into my home, they were no longer my family. They were as if under his spell, unconditionally taking his side. Even when he drained the Harrington family assets, they remained unmoved. I genuinely wanted to wake them up, but I was accused of being jealous, incompetent, and petty, becoming the most ridiculed member of the Harrington family. They willingly walked into the hell Wesley created, but I’m different. In this life, I will live for myself. Wesley’s room wasn’t ready yet, so my parents told him to share mine for now. The thought of being in the same room with him made me sick. I immediately gathered my things, planning to sleep in the living room for the night. Wesley followed me in, swept all my textbooks and stationery off my desk, and claimed it with his own backpack. Unlike in my previous life, my cold attitude made him show his true colors right away. “Why does someone ordinary like you get such a warm family, while a genius like me has to suffer so much misfortune? Just wait. This family will be mine soon!” I continued packing my things without looking at him. “I don’t care that much about this family. If you want it, you can have it. You’re only fit to take my leftovers anyway.” His chest heaved with anger, but he quickly calmed down and showed a predatory expression. “Enjoy your smugness while you can.” The next moment, Wesley tore his stack of award certificates to shreds, then ran out of the room clutching the pieces and crying loudly. “Quentin, don’t tear up my certificates! These are my last memories from my previous school! I’m sorry. I don’t deserve to share a room with you.” My parents and Karen rushed over when they heard the commotion, finding him sobbing amid the pile of torn papers. His small body was curled up, looking pitiful. Karen picked up a piece and exclaimed in shock, “This is a first prize certificate from the National Elementary School Math Olympiad! With this award, Wesley could easily get into a top middle school. And Quentin tore it up!” Wesley wiped his tears pitifully, pretending to be magnanimous. “It must be because I upset Quentin, so he did this. It’s all my fault.” My mom quickly wiped his face with a wet wipe, looking at him with sympathy. “How could this be your fault? We’ve just spoiled Quentin too much.” My dad’s face had turned red with anger. He couldn’t understand why other people’s sons were so sensible while I refused to accept a brother and bullied him like this. I walked out the door with a determined look. I said slowly, “Wesley tore up his own certificates. It had nothing to do with me.” Karen immediately screamed, shielding Wesley. She glared at me and pointed accusingly, “No one would tear up their own certificates! Quentin, you don’t even think before lying now. How did I never notice how fake you are?!” My father yelled at me furiously, “Quentin! You’re such a disappointment. How could I have raised a son like you? Can’t you learn from Wesley, be more sensible, and give us some peace of mind?” I stared coldly at the Harrington family, thinking, “Wesley is really something. He’s been in our house for just one evening and has already bewitched everyone. He sheds a few tears, and my parents panic. But what about me? Who notices that my heart is breaking?” In my previous life, I was indeed jealous of Wesley because he was so much better than me academically. Initially, we had some minor friction, but I quickly accepted him. Yet he used my trust to slander me in front of my parents. By the time I realized what was happening, the rift between my parents and me had become irreparable. But in this life, with memories from my previous existence and an adult’s thinking ability, Wesley, still just an elementary school student, would be no match for me. To prevent me from “bullying” him further, my parents decided to sleep with him that night. They coaxed him away, and not one of them looked back at me, as if I were a criminal who had destroyed our happy family atmosphere. I quietly closed the door, shutting out the sight of their harmonious family without me. I had long sworn not to be upset by their boundless favoritism anymore.

Since Wesley moved into my home, my relationship with my parents and Karen has become very strained, but I couldn’t care less. After school, I usually stay in the school library, studying middle and high school material in advance. With my current knowledge, I could easily skip grades and attend high school, but I have a special plan in mind. In my previous life, after Wesley transferred to our class, he won countless awards, became the center of attention at school, and was adored by teachers and classmates alike. My parents and Karen treasured him, which made me feel invisible, as if Christian was merely a shadow of his existence. In this life, I’m determined to take away all his awards and first-place positions, and humiliate him thoroughly! A few months later, my birthday arrived. My parents decided to throw me a proper birthday party to ease the tension in our relationship. More importantly, they hoped this party would make me fully accept Wesley. When I returned home after school, I saw the table filled with lavish dishes. But upon closer inspection, I realized they were all seafood dishes like shrimp salad and roasted cod, even though everyone in the family knows I’m allergic to seafood. Wesley was helping my mom. When he saw me come home, he flashed a challenging smile. Mom was looking at Wesley with loving eyes, but when she turned to me, her tenderness seemed to diminish. “Quentin, you’re back. Once your dad returns with the cake, we’ll celebrate your birthday together.” I glanced at the food on the table and couldn’t help but scoff, “So you do remember it’s my birthday. Then why is all the food seafood that I can’t eat? Oh right, because Wesley loves seafood, doesn’t he?” Just then, my dad and Karen returned. Hearing my words, Karen immediately shouted in displeasure, “Quentin, you’re bullying Wesley again. We’re all family. What’s wrong with Mom making some dishes that Wesley likes?” Wesley immediately burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Quentin. I envy you so much. Mom feels sorry for me, that’s why she made my favorite dishes. Scold me if you want. Don’t blame Mom.” My father slammed the cake down on the table. “It’s your birthday, but do you have to make everyone unhappy?” I pointed at the limited-edition sneakers on Wesley’s feet that were obviously too big for him. “My birthday? Then why did Mom make all of Wesley’s favorite dishes? And why is my birthday present now on Wesley’s feet?” Just like in my previous life, he had manipulated his way into wearing the gift from my parents. I angrily tried to grab them, but I was told to be a generous big brother. Anything he wanted, I had to give him. I had no doubt that if one day he wanted my life, my family would guilt-trip me into compliance. Hearing my words, Wesley immediately took off the shoes while crying. “I really loved these shoes so much that I couldn’t resist trying them on. I’m sorry. I’ve never seen such beautiful shoes before. When I was kidnapped, I could only wear tattered straw sandals.” There were several red cuts on his feet, but the color was still so fresh that they couldn’t possibly be old wounds from his past. But my family softened at the sight of his scarred feet and embraced him, sobbing loudly. Wesley broke free from the others and ran to me, pretending to kneel at my feet. “Quentin, please forgive me. I’ll give the shoes back to you.” He had his back to them. Despite his pitiful words, he was actually stepping hard on my foot. A sharp pain shot up from my foot. I couldn’t help but push him away, but as soon as my hand touched his shoulder, he screamed as if electrocuted, “I was wrong! Quentin, don’t hit me!” My parents and Karen didn’t see what had happened; they only heard Wesley’s scream and assumed I was bullying him again. “Quentin! You’ve gone too far!” To separate me from Wesley, my dad used all his strength to push me. I crashed heavily into the table, and the clam soup simmering on the stove spilled all over me, causing a string of blisters to immediately form on my exposed arms. The pain left my mind blank. But before I could react, I heard Karen’s piercing scream, “Wesley! Wesley, what’s wrong?” Wesley had fainted in my mother’s arms. No matter how they called out to him, he didn’t wake up. So my dad immediately decided to take him to the hospital. My dad ran to the garage to get the car, while my mom, with tears in her eyes, carried Wesley out. Karen was the last to leave, glaring at me with hateful eyes. “Are you satisfied now?” Then she quickly got into the car heading to the hospital. No one cared that I was supposed to be the main character today, no one cared that I hadn’t even touched Wesley, and no one cared that I was the one who really needed to go to the hospital. They left without hesitation, not even looking back at me with my severe burns. I slumped to the ground, powerless. After a long daze, I remembered I needed to cool my skin quickly. By the time I reached the community clinic near our home, the doctor there, Frederick Hastings, was shocked by my burns. “How did you come here alone? Where’s your family?” I lowered my head, not wanting Frederick to see my dejected expression. “They don’t care about me, only about my adopted brother.” My injuries were more serious than I had imagined, mainly because a child’s skin is still quite fragile. Frederick patiently helped me lance the blisters, apply antibiotic ointment, and wrap clean gauze around my wounds. Throughout the process, he kept reassuring me that I was a brave child. Although mentally I was already an adult, in that moment I still felt a bit of comfort. It had been a long time since I’d received care from someone else. After my wounds were bandaged, Frederick insisted on walking me home. When we arrived at my door, we found the Harrington family had already returned with Wesley. They were gathered around him, protectively keeping him in the center of their little circle. When they saw me return, they showed not even a hint of guilt, only endless blame. Dad frowned and asked in a stern voice, “So you finally decided to come home? Where did you run off to so late at night?” Mom also looked disappointed, scolding me, “It’s one thing that you’re always playing around, but your brother fainted because of you, and you still ran off somewhere.” My heart, which had just begun to warm up, cooled again due to the Harrington family’s attitude. I lifted my shirt to show them the layers of gauze wrapped around my back and arms. “Where did I go? Dad, weren’t you the one who pushed me away? Or is Wesley the only one who deserves to go to the hospital, while I’m just supposed to endure the pain?” My parents frowned. They were so focused on Wesley’s fainting that they had selectively forgotten about my burns. Wesley bit his lip, habitually about to say “It’s all my fault.” But Karen stopped him, protecting him behind her like a mother hen. “Don’t drag Wesley into this. Wasn’t his fainting your fault in the first place?” Her stupidity made me laugh. I couldn’t help but ask, “Oh? So what problem did they find when they examined him after he fainted? How did he get home before me? He wasn’t faking it, was he?” My retort silenced my parents and Karen, because Wesley truly hadn’t been diagnosed with any physical issues. The doctor had only said he might have been frightened and would be fine after resting for a couple of days. In comparison, my injuries looked much more serious. Wesley, realizing the situation wasn’t favorable for him, immediately started crying. His tears were the ultimate weapon against the Harrington family. The moment they saw his pitiful expression, their rationality instantly vanished. Dad grabbed a cushion and threw it at me. “Shut up!” Hearing this exchange, Frederick, who had been standing nearby and hadn’t left, finally couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed into the house and shouted, “Don’t go too far. As parents, you’re being cruel.” He took my hand and yelled angrily at my parents, “He needs his dressings changed for the next few days, so he’ll be staying at our clinic!” The next second, he pulled me away without hesitation. The Harrington family watched in shock, but not one of them thought to stop us. That night, I told the kind Frederick everything about my situation. This tall man actually broke down in tears from anger. He emotionally hugged me and said, “If you don’t mind, from now on I’ll be your godfather. If your family mistreats you, you can come to my home anytime!” I was deeply moved and gratefully accepted his kindness. Although my wounds were very painful, with his company, I had a good night’s sleep for once. I stayed at the clinic for nearly two weeks. During that time, no one from the Harrington family came to see me even once. I knew very well that even if my parents rarely thought of me, Wesley would do everything possible to divert their attention. The first thing I did after returning to school was to sign up for the same provincial math competition as Wesley. At school, he wasn’t as meek and pitiful as he was at home. He had a group of followers in class who were always finding ways to give me trouble. When I returned from the office, I saw that all my competition books had been thrown into the trash. Wesley was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at me disdainfully. “You actually want to participate in the provincial math competition too? Quentin, I remember you’ve never even won a prize in the school competitions, have you?” His followers immediately burst into laughter. “Quentin must be jealous that you became class president as soon as you transferred, while he, the original class president, could only be the vice president.” Wesley proudly showed off his new shoes. My birthday gift had finally ended up on his feet. “Both our parents and teachers like me better. Quentin, you’re really pathetic. If you obediently become my follower, I might even put in a good word for you with our parents.”

I simply gave Wesley a calm glance before taking my things to the library, because I wasn’t interested in winning an argument with him—I wanted to defeat him completely. To my surprise, my behavior actually earned me the favor of the girls in our class. The girls of this Christmas generation seemed to appreciate mature and composed boys more. They collected their own study materials and even got help from the math teacher to hand-copy a book of math competition problems for me. One of the better students, Sophia Hastings, personally delivered the competition problems to me. Despite my abilities making such problems unnecessary, I graciously accepted them, knowing that Wesley had always had a crush on her. In my previous life, they had attended the same schools from elementary through the best high schools and universities. He was indeed a math prodigy, but she was even more impressive in overall abilities than he was. Wesley had always pursued Sophia, but she never showed interest in him. She was a smart girl; she must have seen through his gentle exterior to the vicious heart beneath his feminine energy. Seeing her initiate conversation with me made him furious, and he glared at me viciously. On the day of the competition, the Harrington family woke up early to prepare Wesley. Dad dressed him in a brand-new outfit, while Mom prepared sausages and two boiled eggs, happily wishing him a perfect score. Even Karen, who usually loved sleeping in, woke up early to give him a handwritten card of good wishes. After receiving everyone’s blessings, he looked at me provocatively. “Don’t forget Quentin is also participating in the competition.” Karen dismissively waved her hand. “Him? He won’t place at all!” Mom and Dad agreed. They even discussed whether to order a banner in advance to congratulate Wesley on winning first place. The four of them laughed together, clearly not considering me or any other competitors as threats. However, two weeks later, when the results were announced, the Harrington family was stunned. Wesley ranked second in the province, while I took first place. Dad stared at the results for a long time, even suspecting that the first-place Quentin might be someone else with the same name. Karen exclaimed in disbelief, “How is this possible? They must have mixed up the rankings!” I crossed my arms and smirked at Wesley. He was furious but had to put on a fake show of being genuinely happy for me in front of the Harrington family. “Quentin, congratulations on getting first place! I guess all those times I taught you at school paid off, even though it meant neglecting my own practice.” The Harrington family immediately understood his implication, thinking, “How could genius Wesley lose to Quentin? It must be because he was busy helping Quentin with math, which held him back.” Mom affectionately patted Wesley’s head. “Wesley, you’re so thoughtful. We’re so lucky to have adopted you.” I almost laughed out loud, thinking, “Lucky? In my previous life, Wesley practically swallowed up all the Harrington family’s assets. You had to get his approval to use any funds. And he slept with your spoiled daughter Karen, yet still had other lovers, and even beat Karen until she miscarried.” Dad noticed my disgusted expression and immediately frowned. “Quentin, Wesley helped you so much. Thank him right now.” I rolled my eyes at Wesley contemptuously. “You’re not as good as me, so stop making excuses. If you don’t believe it, let’s compete in the next contest and see if you have what it takes to beat me.” With that, I ignored my furious father and Karen and walked away. I shared the good news with Frederick, who jumped up in excitement. “What a surprise! You’re so talented! Let’s go. The clinic is closing early today. I’m taking you out for a nice meal.” This was how someone who truly cared for me should react. We went to the most luxurious restaurant nearby. After I sat down, I was surprised to see Sophia walking toward us. It turned out she was Frederick’s daughter. What an incredible coincidence. I opened Instagram and saw that Karen had just updated her status. The Harrington family had indeed taken Wesley out to celebrate. After all, second place was still impressive. They seemed to rarely think of me now. Without me around, the four of them were much more comfortable. Intending to irritate Wesley, I posted photos of myself dining with Frederick and Sophia on Instagram, setting it to be visible only to Karen. With her curiosity, I was confident Wesley would see it immediately. He had lost first place, and the girl he liked was having dinner with me. I imagined he wasn’t in a celebratory mood anymore. So I happily ordered an extra steak, enjoying the feast Frederick treated me to. Just like the Harringtons, most teachers and classmates thought I just got lucky this time, and that Wesley would reclaim first place in the next competition. He seemed more vigilant than before, no longer wasting time fooling around with his followers. He spent considerably more time on math competitions than before. But the extra effort he put in was nothing compared to my relentless studying during Christmas break, when I barely slept or rested. The second competition had more participants. It covered a broader range of topics and was more difficult. Plus, this competition was open to middle school students. Anyone who placed well would essentially secure admission to the best schools. In the days leading up to the competition, Wesley stayed up studying every night, which really worried my parents. Concerned about his eyesight, they bought him an eye-protection lamp. Worried he might get hungry from overworking his brain at night, they kept a midnight snack warm on the stove at all times. He was genuinely nervous. Because I had taken first place in the last competition, he wasn’t being actively recruited by top high schools like in my previous life. He had some weak subjects. If it came down to regular test scores alone, he wouldn’t be able to attend the same middle school as Sophia. My parents saw him studying even while eating. Then they looked at me appearing so relaxed, and actually got angry with me. “Quentin, you won first place once, and now you’re getting cocky, aren’t you? Even Wesley is working so hard. We haven’t seen you look at a single problem these past few days!” “Exactly! It’s bad enough that you’re not studying, but your laziness is affecting Wesley’s mood too.” After finishing my last bite of food, I calmly replied, “Because I’m already prepared. I’m not like some people who don’t work hard regularly and then cram at the last minute.” Wesley looked up at me with a menacing glare. His expression was terrifying. My heart skipped a beat. I had a bad feeling about this. In my previous life, whenever he looked at someone like that, he was definitely plotting something malicious. It seemed I needed to be more cautious of him in this competition. On the day of the exam, I deliberately avoided Wesley and asked Frederick to take me to the venue. While I was lining up with other contestants waiting to enter, I suddenly felt someone bump into me. However, when I turned around, I didn’t see anyone. Remembering Wesley’s earlier look, I quickly checked my pencil case and jacket. To my shock, I found an unfamiliar earpiece in my jacket pocket. If the metal detector caught this during entry, I could be disqualified for suspected cheating. I broke into a cold sweat from fear. I rushed to the bathroom and flushed the earpiece down the toilet. After calming down, I took a seat in the middle of the exam room. This competition was more challenging than the last one. Most participants were math competition specialists who had competed many times before, but I was confident I could place well. After the competition, I saw Wesley’s face was as white as paper. Apparently, he was disappointed that I hadn’t been disqualified. The difficulty of this competition had also taught him a harsh lesson. Sure enough, when the results came out, I ranked seventh overall and won a second-place prize, while Wesley ranked twentieth and only received an honorable mention. Now everyone knew that my provincial first place last time wasn’t luck—I had genuinely surpassed Wesley in ability. My teacher excitedly announced to the class that several top high schools were now competing to admit me. After class, local reporters even came to interview me, describing me as a dark horse who had been quietly building skills in the math competition world. I completely overshadowed Wesley’s former brilliance. The followers who once worshipped Wesley now surrounded me. Sophia presented me with a celebratory bouquet on behalf of the girls in our class. She said her target school was Townsend Harris High School, and that we might become classmates if given the chance. Seeing this, Wesley completely broke down and went home on sick leave. When I returned home with the award certificate in my bag, I was greeted by the furious Harrington family. As soon as I entered, a cup flew toward me, grazing my forehead before shattering against the doorframe. My father pointed at my nose and shouted, “How dare you come back!” I calmly surveyed them. Wesley was crying in my mother’s arms, mumbling about not wanting to live anymore. Karen stood with her hands on her hips, yelling at me, “Quentin! Why did you frame Wesley? You’re so shameless! Give him back the guaranteed admission spot right now!” Apparently, Wesley had rushed home to twist the facts, claiming that what he had done to me was actually what I had done to him. The Harrington family trusted him completely and immediately believed that I had planted an earpiece on him to disrupt his concentration during the exam, all to beat him. My father was furious and put on a stern face. “I never thought you could be such a despicable child! Let’s go! We’re going to the school! You don’t deserve this award or the guaranteed admission to Townsend Harris High School!” My mother was also crying tears of regret. “I must have spoiled you too much. If you just give the admission spot back to Wesley, I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” I looked at the Harrington family making decisions for me and gave a mocking smile. “And what if I refuse?” My father waved his hand dismissively. “Then get out. I don’t acknowledge you as my son anymore.” Although this was exactly what I had been waiting for, my heart still ached uncontrollably. I took a deep breath to calm myself, looked at my parents, and said, “Fine, from today on, we have no relationship. But I want to make one thing clear: it’s not you kicking me out—I’m choosing to leave this family that has no trust or care for me!”

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On the day my boyfriend Samuel Whitman got back together with his first love Carolyn Smith, I boarded a plane to New York. He told her, “I was never serious about Ellie. I won’t have any contact with her from now on. I’ll stay by your side only.” His friends were all worried I would cause a scene. But what they didn’t know was that this time, I wouldn’t be causing any trouble. Before going to New York, I had promised my mentor Felix Hastings to join a medical research program. In two weeks, I would no longer be able to contact the outside world, as I would be conducting secret research for ten years. From then on, Samuel and I would have nothing to do with each other. ***** This was my ninety-ninth time proposing to Samuel. I hoped he would marry me. After I finished my confession, the grand banquet hall fell dead silent, no one saying a word. After a long while, Samuel slowly walked up to me, his expression cold. “Did you ever think about how embarrassing this would be for me? Today, I was just hanging out with friends. Now everyone is making fun of us.” Carolyn walked to his side and held his hand. “Ellie just wanted to give you a surprise. Don’t be angry with her.” Someone mocked, “Everyone knows today’s party is a welcome celebration Samuel organized for Carolyn. But Ellie had to steal the spotlight. She deserves to be rejected.” Afterward, everyone covered their mouths, snickering and whispering. I stood there holding my bouquet, feeling humiliated, yet unwilling to move an inch. I stared intently at Samuel, hoping he would say something else. But his disgust toward me only became more obvious. “Leave now! How much longer do you want to embarrass yourself?” I couldn’t help saying, “You said that if I confessed ninety-nine times, you would accept my proposal.” I hadn’t planned to come tonight, but Samuel had begged me yesterday to join them, saying that if I made a proper confession this time, he would accept my proposal. For this, I had pulled several all-nighters to finish the research tasks Felix had assigned me just to free up tonight. I even rushed the flowers to bloom early. But Samuel didn’t care. “That was just drunk talk. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to take it seriously.” My heart skipped a beat. Fighting back my unease, I pressed on: “But when that guy confessed to me back then, you were clearly jealous.” Samuel looked coldly at me and sneered, “You know I need a trophy. You’re my dog. If you went with someone else, people would just laugh at me.” “What about this bracelet? I had a high fever that time. No matter which doctor I saw, nothing helped. You worked hard to make this bracelet for me, and I only woke up after you put it on me.” Samuel glanced at my wrist and scoffed, “I just bought it on a whim. You were due to wake up that day anyway. And I never said that—you did. For such a good deed, of course I took the credit.” I clenched my fists tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. “Samuel, in all these years, you’ve only had one ex-girlfriend, and I’m your second girlfriend. You two were only together for a month. But as soon as I found out about your relationship, you broke up immediately. I can’t believe that after all the years we’ve been together, you have no feelings for me at all.” “I don’t. I never wanted to be in a relationship in the first place. I only agreed to be with you because I said it casually.” Samuel raised his hand holding Carolyn’s. “But now, I’m very clear about what I want. I love Carolyn. I will spend the rest of my life with her.” She paused for a moment, then lowered her head with a slight smile. Samuel didn’t look at me again, instead turning away with her hand in his. Then, at his command, several security guards jogged over. Two of them grabbed me by the arms and forced me toward the exit. The more I struggled, the harder they gripped. “Ms. Collins, these are Mr. Whitman’s orders. Please cooperate.” Suddenly, a burst of jeering erupted behind me. I whipped my head around to see Samuel and Carolyn locked in a tight embrace. As I tried to get a better look, the security guards forcibly turned me away. “Don’t look at what you shouldn’t see!” In that moment, I remembered the scene when that boy confessed to me years ago. Samuel had also tyrannically had people take that boy away, not allowing him to look at me for another second. We had also embraced tightly like that, making me believe I was the happiest person in the world. It turns out it was all just my illusion.

After being thrown out, I didn’t go back to confront Samuel. I rushed back to school that night to work on my research paper, pulling myself away from my grief and immersing myself in academics. When Samuel’s parents, Charlie Whitman and Layla Whitman, messaged me asking where Samuel had gone all night, I simply said I didn’t know. I quickly regained my composure. One day, after finishing my work at school, I happened to run into Carolyn. She was leaning against the doorway waiting, looking up at me. “Ellie, Samuel and I are going out for dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?” I ignored her, but she reached out to stop me. “I’m begging you. Please let Samuel go, will you?” I was confused, grabbing her hand and pushing it away. “It’s none of my business. If you like him, go after him.” I had only pushed her lightly, but unexpectedly, Carolyn fell to the ground, tears welling in her eyes. “I know you’ve liked Samuel for many Christmases, but in love, who comes first doesn’t matter. “You just can’t accept the fact that he wants to be with me and break up with you. “But you shouldn’t hit me in public.” I became angry, raising my voice. “Carolyn, stop slandering me! “You’re the one who—” “Ellie!” Samuel’s furious voice grew closer. He shoved me away. “What are you doing?” I stumbled and collapsed to the ground. A needle from the roadside pierced straight through my ankle, causing so much pain I couldn’t stand up. I could only stare at him intently. “Have you lost your mind? “She fell down on her own!” Carolyn stood up with Samuel’s support, shaking her head. “Yes, it was my carelessness…” Samuel clearly didn’t believe her. “I’m not blind. If you didn’t push her, she wouldn’t just sit on the ground for no reason. “Ellie, I never thought you could be so vicious.” He looked at me angrily. Carolyn said softly, “Don’t be angry. Please don’t be angry. “I don’t want your relationship to deteriorate because of me. What if your parents blame me? “It wouldn’t be good if they said I stole you from her.” Samuel held her hand tightly, comforting her and growing increasingly sympathetic toward her. “My parents aren’t stupid. They can tell the difference between good people and bad people. “Ellie, I’ve told you, Carolyn is the person I want to spend my life with.” Then, he walked over and slapped me. “This slap is me punishing you on Carolyn’s behalf. “In the future, I hope you can be more sensible and stop causing trouble.” My head tilted to one side, my mind buzzing. Blood was still flowing from my ankle. The double pain left me somewhat numb. “This isn’t what happened… “Samuel, you really don’t believe me?” Samuel scoffed coldly, “You’ve always been a troublemaker. I won’t believe you. “This time, I only slapped you. Next time, my revenge will be worse.” He threatened me subtly. I struggled to my feet, head hanging low. “Then I really thank you both for your generosity.” Samuel frowned slightly. “You should be more sincere.” Fighting back tears, I bent over and shouted, “I’m sorry!” Carolyn waved her hands repeatedly. “It’s really okay. Don’t be like this.” She reached out to help me, but Samuel stopped her. “You’d better stay away from people like her, so you don’t pick up her bad temper.” He took Carolyn’s hand and they left in his car. The exhaust fumes blew right at me, covering me in dust. I stood alone, stunned for a long time, as if I had forgotten the pain. The last bit of love I had for Samuel was buried in that moment, turned to ashes, and then completely disappeared.

That night, when I returned home, the military family housing area was bustling with activity. I saw them gathered around a bonfire, with Samuel and Carolyn in the center being teased. My peers all gave me meaningful glances. Someone asked, “Ellie, want to join us?” I knew they just wanted to see me publicly humiliated by Samuel again like the other day. But that was the old me. This time, I ignored them and went straight home, closing the door behind me and shutting out all the commotion. [Mr. Hastings, I’ve agreed to join the medical research program.] Both Samuel and I are from military families, and my father was Charlie’s most reliable subordinate. Because of this, I grew up learning to protect him like my father did. Unfortunately, during a mission a few Christmases ago, my father contracted a rare disease while protecting Charlie. There was no cure, and he eventually passed away. That’s why I chose medicine in college without hesitation. As it happened, Felix was an old friend of my father’s whom he hadn’t contacted for many Christmases. After learning from me that my father had already sacrificed his life, Felix vowed to mentor me well. So whenever there was an opportunity, he would tell me about it. Previously, I didn’t dare accept because I loved Samuel. But now, I no longer love him. Samuel doesn’t need me. If we continue to be entangled, it would only create more and more jokes at our expense. Perhaps this research opportunity is my chance to leave completely and start a new life. Felix quickly replied: [That’s great. You finally responded to me!] [Tonight is actually the deadline. I was just about to shamelessly try to buy you some more time.] Looking at his message, I laughed out loud, but tears gradually welled up in my eyes. Samuel and I had lived together for twenty-four Christmases and been entangled for nine. Now, after just four days, I could let him go without hesitation. When Samuel and Carolyn announced they were back together, I was preparing to pack my bags for New York. Felix was still reminding me to bring more clothes. After all, the temperature difference between north and south is significant, and it’s colder up north. When I finished packing and checked my phone, I found that my usually quiet social media page had many new messages about Samuel. I ignored them. Just then, my mom came to my room to call me. “Honey, Charlie and Layla invited us to dinner. They said they have something important to announce.” I was surprised. If that was the case, I might as well leave after dinner. When we arrived, I discovered that besides Charlie and Layla, there was another couple I didn’t recognize. They were chatting and laughing. When they saw my mom and me, they smiled and gestured for us to sit down. When Samuel and Carolyn appeared hand in hand, the couple quickly waved to them. “Carolyn, you’re finally here!” Seeing this, my mom froze on the spot. She looked questioningly at Charlie and Layla. Noticing our gloomy expressions, Samuel immediately scolded, “Ellie, you deliberately showed up, didn’t you? You knew from them that I was meeting our parents with Carolyn today to announce our marriage, so you came to cause trouble, right?” I shrugged, looking completely calm. “I don’t know anything about that. I’m just here with my mom for dinner.” Layla also stepped in to smooth things over. “That’s right. I invited them. Samuel, don’t be unreasonable.” As Samuel was about to lose his temper, Carolyn put her arm around his shoulder to calm him. “Today was indeed our miscommunication. It’s okay. Samuel told me before that Ellie is his family. Since they’re family, she should know that I’m going to marry Samuel.” My mom’s face darkened completely. “Samuel, how can you be so cruel to my daughter?” The next second, Carolyn’s parents, who were about to applaud, froze in place. Her mother shouted, “What do you mean by that? Carolyn told me your daughter has been clinging to Samuel.” My mom stood up angrily. “You have no right to speak here.”

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During the second Christmas of my relationship with Xavier Nelson, his career took a hit and his company went bankrupt. In our toughest times, we squeezed into a cheap apartment, surviving on canned food and instant spaghetti. I stayed by his side throughout, believing our lives would get better. On our 70th day in that apartment, I went to an underground clinic to sell my blood, hoping to raise enough money to help him network. I was excited to surprise him. Just then, Xavier’s former college classmate Sharon Foster suddenly sent me a message: “The link has what you want to see.” It was an exclusive forum for the Christmas elite’s entertainment. A post about me was pinned at the top. With trembling hands, I clicked on it. Inside were photos of me working late nights in our tiny apartment alongside pictures of Xavier living it up at upscale clubs. “This girl is so gullible! Xavier casually mentioned wanting a promotion, and she actually sold her blood to raise money.” “The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, and she drank so much she ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage the apartment to support his business venture, and she actually did it… She’s such a fool!” “Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.” “With just five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…” “Five million dollars says she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.” ***** On our two-week Christmas anniversary, I stood pale-faced, clutching the bank card in my hand. Today I sold my blood at an underground clinic and finally raised the fifty thousand dollars he needed. Overjoyed, I placed the bank card into a gift box with shaking hands and took out the love letter I’d written while he was away. The letter was filled with all my love for Xavier. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, I wanted to stay by his side forever as his wife. Looking at the bank card resting on top of the letter, I smiled. With this fifty thousand dollars, Xavier could secure that business deal. Just as he said, I was looking forward to our happy future together. I couldn’t help imagining how ecstatic he would look when he received the money. I chuckled softly, picturing Xavier moved to tears when reading my handwritten letter. It was almost time for him to return, so I stood up. I had used the extra money from selling blood to buy some beef to make spaghetti for him. What I didn’t expect was that, due to excessive blood loss, I collapsed when I stood up. My knee was bleeding, and I passed out. When I regained consciousness, everything was dark. Xavier hadn’t returned. More than my dizzy head and aching body, I worried something had happened to him. I reached for my phone to call him but suddenly received a message from Sharon. It was a video, the images painfully clear. The man I’d been waiting for was surrounded by scantily clad blonde women, feeding each other champagne. The next moment, Xavier raised his glass and walked toward Sharon with a satisfied smile. The video abruptly ended. My fingers trembled, and my mind went blank. My phone vibrated again. “Seeing you’ve been fooled for so long, I’ll tell you something.” I saw a link appear. “The link has what you want to see.” When I clicked it, a prompt appeared: “Pay $10,000 to view.” But I had given all my money to Xavier. Sharon, as if aware of my predicament, generously transferred me $10,000. I disliked owing favors, but my instinct told me I needed to see the content. I accepted the money and wrote a formal IOU promising to repay her. Yet my fingers still trembled uncontrollably as I entered the payment password. A notification sound rang, and my phone screen lit up. I discovered it was a prank forum.

My breathing became rapid. On the forum’s homepage, a thread about me was pinned at the most prominent position. I clicked on it with trembling hands. In the collaged photos, the left showed me working late in my cramped apartment, while the right showed Xavier enjoying himself at an upscale club. Below were more comparison photos—me eating instant spaghetti, him savoring steak and wine; me walking home in the rain, him relaxing in a luxury car… The post was labeled: [The hottest exposé thread online.] My breathing quickened, but I couldn’t stop myself from reading on. [This girl is so gullible. Xavier said he needed funds, and she went to sell her blood.] [She’s just an ordinary person, yet so money-hungry, now she can only eat instant spaghetti.] [She bought a tiny bit of beef with her blood money to make dinner, how pathetic.] [The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, she drank too much and ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage her apartment to support his business, and she actually did it… She’s so stupid!] [Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.] [With five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…] [Five million dollars, I bet she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.] This seemed to be a prank forum where Christmas’s elite amused themselves, each comment displaying real names. Looking at those familiar names, I smiled bitterly. So our relationship was just a game. Just then, Sharon messaged me: [How does it feel?] [Gold digger, you’re not worthy of Xavier!] My phone fell to the floor as I realized I was crying. Sharon wasn’t just Xavier’s classmate; they grew up together. During Christmas’s college years, Xavier fell in love with me at first sight, breaking ties with Sharon because of it. This also led to him being suppressed by the Nelson and Foster families, hindering his career and bankrupting his company. [By the way, Xavier won’t be coming home tonight.]

The wound on my knee had scabbed over, but the cheap apartment I rented to save money started leaking during the heavy rain. It felt like a downpour in my heart too. Xavier, just as Sharon had said, didn’t come home all night. When daylight broke, he finally pushed open the door and said guiltily, “Darling, I’m back. I’m sorry, last night’s business dinner ran too late. I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept elsewhere.” Xavier’s expression remained gentle as he hugged me warmly, but I no longer felt that flutter in my heart. Xavier said, “Gabriella, once I get through this busy period, I’ll marry you. We’ll be the happiest couple in the world.” He leaned drunkenly against my shoulder, smiling. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to marry him because he knew I did. “Go to sleep,” I said, patting Xavier’s shoulder. He took off his jacket and crawled under the covers. I stared at the lipstick stain on his jacket, clenching my fists. Xavier didn’t wake up until nearly evening, beckoning me over. “Darling, I’m so hungry,” he said, looking at me pitifully. I said, “I’ll make you some spaghetti.” Xavier rested his chin on his hand, sitting at the dining table, gazing at me lovingly. When I brought over the spaghetti covered in meat sauce, he slowly turned his head toward the package of dry spaghetti sitting on the stove not far away. He lowered his head, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. The next second, Xavier suddenly stood up and hugged me, saying, “Darling, with you, I feel so happy.” Xavier spoke with such sincerity that I almost believed him. I never imagined someone as distinguished as Xavier would stoop to living in such a tiny apartment just to play me. “I’ve gathered enough money.” My sudden words made Xavier freeze. I pulled away from his embrace, picked up the box I’d set aside, and handed it to him. He stared at me carefully for a long time before finally reaching out to take the box. “Darling, if this deal goes through, we’ll have money. Then I can…” Xavier spoke earnestly, looking at me without a trace of guilt. “I don’t want money,” I interrupted seriously, remembering how others called me a gold digger. I said, “Xavier, I’m with you because I love you.” Xavier paused, his eyes flashing with emotions I couldn’t quite read. I said, “If one day you don’t like me anymore, don’t lie to me. Just tell me directly, and I’ll disappear from your life.” Xavier reacted quickly, hugging me with reddened eyes. He said, “Darling, did I do something wrong to make you feel insecure? Don’t worry, those women outside are just for show. Once I make enough money, I’ll give you the grandest wedding in the world. Okay?” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an urgent phone ringtone. Xavier kissed my forehead reassuringly before answering the call. A sugary female voice came clearly through his phone: “Xavier, when are you coming to see me?” Stunned, Xavier fumbled to hang up the call. But I still saw Sharon’s name on his phone screen. “Don’t misunderstand,” Xavier said awkwardly. I looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then nodded. “I believe you.” The two years of my youth that I’d devoted wholeheartedly turned out to be nothing but a joke. And I was the punchline. Xavier kissed me, then went out again. I sat down and finished the spaghetti he hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t eaten properly in so long that I’d almost forgotten what beef tasted like. My phone notification chimed. Sharon had sent me another message—a screenshot of her chat with Xavier. In the image, Xavier was telling her he was coming to see her now. I didn’t reply, silently taking out my phone to make a call. I said, “Mom, I miss you. Can you come pick me up and take me home…” It’s so cold here, and my heart aches. ***** Xavier walked out the door and got into a car. After driving two miles, he stopped. He took out a Porsche key from his pocket and got in. He sat in the car for a long time before slowly taking out the gift box I’d given him. Xavier frowned, his eyes panicked and uncertain. His fingertips traced the edges of the box. Sometimes, he really wanted to call me stupid. He couldn’t understand how someone could sacrifice everything for another person’s dream. Xavier closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, unable to calm his mind. After a long while, he took out his phone and found that prank forum. After editing for a while, he finally posted: [If anyone dares tell Gabriella the truth, I’ll kill them.] Xavier seemed to think that wasn’t enough and added: [I’m not joking.] After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and stared at the gift box in his hand. Xavier thought: “Just five more times left. When this is all over, I’ll give her everything she wants and make it up to her properly. Everything that’s happened will just be a catalyst for our relationship, nothing important.”

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Reborn again, this time I perfectly avoided all interactions with my husband, Victor Jensen. When he persuaded me to become a housewife after graduation, I secretly applied for graduate school. When he decided to use our money to support his first love, Linda Murphy, I quietly transferred funds from our accounts. When Victor said he was ready to marry me, I chose to run away. In my previous life, Linda and I gave birth on the same day, and he switched our babies. My child died young, while I raised Linda’s child to adulthood. One Christmas, they pushed me off a cliff to my death so they could be a family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at college graduation Christmas. ***** “Happy graduation!” My hands were suddenly filled with various kitchen items. I was momentarily dazed and dropped everything on the ground. The woman in front of me said unhappily, “Elizabeth, what are you doing? These are kitchenware I carefully prepared for you two, perfect for newlyweds!” Victor’s mother, Amy Brooks, continued to criticize me while I was still immersed in the shock of being reborn. I checked the date and realized today was the last day to apply for graduate school. “Are you even listening to me? How will you take care of Victor like this?” At the mention of Victor, the image of a football team captain immediately appeared in my mind. In my previous life, I thought I was lucky to have caught him. He was handsome, academically excellent, a former quarterback for the school football team, and talented at composing—any song he wrote would become popular on the campus radio. Now Victor wanted to become a doctor and was immediately noticed by a professor at Harvard Medical School, who took him as a student. Everyone envied my engagement to him, but only I knew he was a selfish bastard. Thinking about what Victor had done in my previous life, I clenched my fists and forced a smile. I said, “Please go home first, I have something to take care of.” Ignoring Amy’s calls, I rushed straight to an internet café off campus. My roommate was stunned when she saw me quickly open the graduate school application system and asked if I hadn’t decided to be a housewife. I smiled and answered, “It’s the 21st century now. I can’t be constrained by marriage. Pursuing graduate studies and my own career is my goal!” Perhaps not expecting such a sudden change, my roommate looked at me with approval. After completing the form, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to campus. In my previous life, I had followed Victor’s advice and became a housewife after graduation, using the large inheritance my parents left me. With my support, he had no worries and went straight into hospital internship after graduation, later rising quickly with the professor’s backing. He was transferred to a city hospital, and Linda followed him to the city, while I was left in the suburbs. When we met again, it was during my childbirth. Linda and I were placed in the same delivery room, and I watched Victor comfort and care for Linda. Yet when I just wanted water, he found it troublesome and told me to get it myself. I was heartbroken but thought I would devote myself to raising my child once he was born. I watched my child, Bob Jensen, grow from an adorable baby learning to talk to a young man who became increasingly impatient with me, not even willing to come home for Thanksgiving. I thought Bob was just too busy with work, until that Christmas when I was sixty-five, I discovered the truth. Victor, Bob, and Linda had been living together all along. I rushed forward to confront them, and Bob immediately stood in front of them, pushing me hard. Bob said, “Mom, you should just stay quietly in the nursing home. Why do you have to ruin our holiday gathering? I don’t want others to know I have a mother who only knows housework and has no vision.” Victor didn’t even look at me, only concerned with comforting Linda, who was crying from the shock. Victor looked at me coldly and said he wanted a divorce.

I don’t want a divorce. I’ve invested my entire life in the Jensen family. I was the one who took care of Victor’s parents when they were sick, while he was out vacationing and enjoying himself. And Bob—I raised him without any help until he was eighteen, when they finally started speaking to each other. Now Bob says I don’t understand anything, that I’m just a country bumpkin. I shouted so loudly that even the neighbors were drawn to the noise, and eventually they reluctantly compromised. Later, the four of us went hiking together, and the three of them tried to push me off a cliff. I desperately clung to Bob’s leg, begging him to save me for the sake of our mother-son bond. He looked at me with disgust and angrily revealed the truth: “You’re not even my real mother. Your biological daughter died at birth, and since my birth mother was too weak to care for me, I became your child.” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have wanted to be raised by you at all!” In that moment, I completely let go. I realized that my entire life, I’d been raising someone else’s child. I suddenly regretted giving up my career to become a housewife. In the end, Bob kicked me off the cliff without a second thought. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at graduation day. I had just returned to school when I saw Amy complaining with a frown. Victor didn’t argue, he just remained silent. Linda was there too, gently rubbing Amy’s back to comfort her, then she noticed me. Linda said, “Elizabeth is back. I’m sure she didn’t mean to upset you.” Linda tried to take my hand, saying softly, “Apologize to Amy quickly…” I dodged her hand. Victor looked confused and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Amy, even more irritated, said, “Just ignore her.” As she spoke, she pulled two bank cards from her pocket and handed one to Victor and one to Linda with a beaming smile. The three of them held hands like family, completely treating me as an outsider. Linda looked up at me and timidly said, “Elizabeth doesn’t have one…” Amy snorted coldly, while Victor, after hearing this, pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. He said, “She doesn’t need this money, but you do.” “It’s not easy for a girl like you to get by. Take this money.” I had planned to just stand by and watch, but seeing this, I lunged forward to grab the money from his hand. I said, “Victor, you’re giving my money to your ex-girlfriend right in front of me. Did you ask for my permission?” Victor was furious and kept the money out of my reach. He said, “You have so much money, I’m just taking a little bit.” “Linda has no parents and lives alone. How can you be so heartless not to help her?” I was furious. I’m an orphan too. The Jensen family might not have money, but they can’t give mine to others. Linda was frightened to tears by my reaction. “Please don’t fight because of me. If she doesn’t want to give the money, then I won’t take it,” she said, covering her face and running away. Victor immediately chased after her, and after some coaxing in front of me, Linda finally accepted the money. I desperately wanted to follow them but was blocked by Amy. She said, “Our family doesn’t welcome petty women like you!” I couldn’t break free, and eventually Victor came to separate us. He looked at me coldly and said, “Elizabeth, I’m so disappointed in you.” Then he shook his head, seemingly compromising. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t give her money anymore.” I knew they wouldn’t be willing to give up my money. After they left, I immediately went to the bank to handle some business. Victor knew all my bank card PINs. When I checked my balance, I discovered that a lot of money had disappeared without my knowledge. This wasn’t the first time Victor had done this. I immediately changed my bank card PIN, then returned to school to find my advisor, Danielle White. She had been a great mentor to me, and many of the major awards I’d received were thanks to her guidance. Danielle was delighted to hear I wanted to pursue graduate studies, and then asked if I’d like to join her research project at Stanford University. We would be leaving next month. She offered to mentor me for free. I was thrilled. Stanford University was my dream school. I agreed immediately and started researching flights for next month. The ticket prices weren’t high for me. I clasped my hands tightly, thinking excitedly, “Soon, I’ll be free.”

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When I was three months pregnant, my husband Carson Moore, an internationally renowned director, canceled our marriage registration plans for the ninth time because of his artist Sarah Jacobs. The first time, Sarah sprained her ankle while accepting an award, and he rushed to the hospital, leaving me alone at the city hall. The second time, Sarah got sick from food poisoning, and he pushed me out of the car without hesitation, leaving without looking back. Every time we planned to get married, Sarah would have some kind of emergency. Finally, I decided to terminate the pregnancy and return to my country to get away from it all. However, after I returned to New York, he began desperately begging me to come back. ***** Carson and I have been in love for ten Christmases and married for two, yet he still hasn’t officially registered our marriage. Today, as his film’s box office broke five billion dollars, he finally promised to register our marriage to celebrate this achievement. But when I was cornered and slapped by his and Sarah’s fans at the movie theater, he was at the roadshow event, tearfully thanking Sarah, calling her his muse who had provided him with endless inspiration for many Christmases. I walked into the theater with my swollen cheek, and he merely glanced at me coldly, saying, “Your face is so swollen, it’s embarrassing to be seen. Get out now!” His assistant, unable to bear it, quietly reminded him, “Your wife is pregnant.” He scoffed contemptuously, “It’s not like I wanted this child. She got pregnant, what does that have to do with me?” I stared at him in shock. My health was already poor. To conceive this child, I had daily injections at the hospital until my body was exhausted. I suffered from insomnia, lost handfuls of hair, and my once healthy body now left me breathless after walking just a few steps. Yet now he claimed he didn’t want the child. But with so many people around, I swallowed my objections to protect his reputation. However, after the roadshow, when I brought up our marriage registration again, he glared at me viciously: “When do I have time? Sarah isn’t feeling well, I need to take her to the hospital first.” I desperately grabbed his wrist, but he had anticipated this and forcefully pushed me to the ground, completely disregarding our unborn child’s safety. He walked away from the scene, holding Sarah’s hand. Watching his resolute back, instead of breaking down as onlookers expected, I gave a cold smile: “Of course, Ms. Jacobs’ health is more important, don’t let me delay you.” Carson thought he had misheard. After all, in the past, whenever Sarah was involved, I would scream and shout like someone out of control. My calmness now clearly caught him off guard. He said, “Go home early, I’ll have dinner with you tonight.” I thought to myself: “Is this how you brush me off? What am I to you, really?” He drove away, disappearing from my sight. I clearly saw Sarah sitting in the passenger seat, smiling smugly at me. That was her designated seat, even labeled with her name. Whenever I tried to sit there, Carson would rage: “You don’t deserve it. This is Sarah’s seat, can’t you see? Get in the back!” With all these little incidents piling up, I guess everyone respected Sarah’s position more than mine. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, murmuring, “Baby, don’t blame me. I don’t want you to be born into a loveless family.” It’s one thing for me to suffer. I can’t let my child suffer too. My gaze fell on the ill-fitting ring on my finger, and I shook my head. I thought: “This marriage should have ended long ago.”

In the evening, I lay on the hospital operating table, clutching the cold abortion consent form in my hand. My good friend Alice Fields stood beside me, her eyes filled with hesitation and concern. “Are you really sure about this? You’ve put so much effort into having this baby, and Christmas has been to the hospital so many times.” She had accompanied me to the hospital countless times these past Christmases and knew exactly how much I had sacrificed to get pregnant. Yet now, I was about to end his life with my own hands. I shook my head gently, my gaze forlorn yet determined. “I don’t regret my decision. This is the best outcome possible.” Alice sighed. “Your husband will definitely be angry when he finds out. You two used to be the model couple at school, people still talk about your story.” I didn’t answer, just silently fingered the paper in my hand. The beautiful past had ultimately become just that—the past. People always need to learn to move forward. After the surgery, I dragged my weakened body home and pushed open the door. As expected, Carson still hadn’t returned. I sat exhausted on the sofa, but my hand accidentally touched something soft. In the dim light, I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar piece of women’s lingerie—black lace, elegantly designed. What they had done was obvious. My stomach churned, and I couldn’t help but retch. Sarah was known for her attention to detail. Unless she wanted to deliberately provoke me, she wouldn’t have made such a basic mistake. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, then dialed a familiar number. “Hello, Mom, I’m taking your advice and coming back to New York.” Back then, I had stubbornly defied my parents’ objections and flown to England to marry Carson. I had promised everyone we would be happy together. But reality was cruel. Fortunately, it wasn’t too late to change course. If there was no place for me here, I would go somewhere more suitable. That night, Carson still didn’t come home. Early the next morning, just as I woke up, he pushed open the door and said, “Where’s breakfast? What do you do all day at home? You can’t even make me breakfast?” I didn’t move, just stared blankly at the prominent red mark on his neck. When we were dating, he had complained countless times that I shouldn’t leave marks on him. Yet now, he allowed another woman to flaunt her territory so brazenly. Apparently, he didn’t hate being marked—he just hated that it was me who did it. Seeing no reaction from me, his tone grew increasingly irritated. “What’s wrong with you? Are you angry because I didn’t come home? Business is like this—I need to keep investors happy!” I remained calm. He was explaining himself because he sensed my displeasure. But he had never bothered to explain himself to me before. Carson was clearly angered by my attitude. “I’m talking to you!” I finally spoke, my voice detached, “I’m listening.” For some reason, my cold demeanor infuriated him even more. “I work hard for this family, what are you angry about?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” I didn’t want to waste any more time or energy on this topic. Originally, I had planned to tell him about the abortion, but now, amid our argument, it all seemed pointless. He got up with a cold expression and slammed the door shut as he left, the deafening sound making the whole house tremble. In that moment, I suddenly remembered when we first got together. Back then, knowing I had claustrophobia, he would never leave me alone. But now, he frequently didn’t come home at night. The clock ticked loudly, sounding particularly harsh in the silent room. I looked around at the house we had built together, my feelings complicated.

I struggled to put everything in order, my body so weak after the miscarriage that I could barely stand. My vision kept darkening, and I had to lean against the wall just to keep from falling. Alice called me repeatedly, but I didn’t answer. She was so worried that she rushed into my home, panting as she asked, “Why aren’t you responding to my messages? I’ve been waiting for you! I thought you were upset because of that psycho Carson.” I asked in confusion, “Upset about what?” Alice angrily opened a video and handed it to me. It was filmed by our friends at the bar. In the dim lighting, at the center of the dance floor, Carson and Sarah’s bodies were tightly intertwined, their lips meeting occasionally—looking every bit like a loving couple. The video captured our friend’s furious voice: “I’ve never seen such a shameless man! Sienna is at home waiting for him, and he’s here at the bar getting tangled up with another woman!” Alice looked at me with concern: “We ran into them by chance. I didn’t realize they’d become so bold. Today is your anniversary, for God’s sake!” Anniversary? Her reminder suddenly hit me. Ten years ago today, on the school field, Carson had lit candles and played guitar as he confessed his love to me, promising to treat me well forever and never disappoint me. I wondered, “If he knew what would happen later, what would he think?” Stirring my coffee, I smiled faintly. “What anniversary? Don’t forget, we never officially got married. He’s free to do whatever he wants. I have no right to interfere.” Alice’s eyes widened. “What are you saying? Aren’t you two married?” “We never got a marriage certificate,” I replied, my tone as calm as if I were telling someone else’s story. Many people probably wouldn’t believe that Carson and I had a child together yet weren’t even legally married. My ten years of waiting had been rewarded with disappointment for the tenth time. At eleven that night, I sat at home eating our anniversary cake, which had long gone cold. This was the last memento I’d buy for our absurd relationship. Suddenly, Carson pushed open the door. Seeing me sitting silently at the dining table, he approached irritably, seemingly looking for a fight. But when he noticed my bare finger, all his anger instantly vanished, replaced by shock: “Where’s our wedding ring?” As the cake’s sweetness dissolved in my mouth, I smiled. “It gets in the way when I’m doing housework, so I took it off.” Though still suspicious, he didn’t press further. He took out an expensive necklace and hung it around my neck, saying, “I’ve been too busy with work lately and have neglected you, but I always remembered what day it is. Don’t be angry anymore.” The light shone on that dazzling jewel, but I felt dazed. I thought, “How ridiculous—a man who remembers our anniversary was passionately kissing another woman at a bar just half an hour ago.” “Do you like it?” he asked, somewhat nervously. “Of course I do, honey. You’re so good to me,” I replied, still wearing that innocent smile. I would have liked it more if it hadn’t been identical to the one around Sarah’s neck. Five minutes earlier, Sarah had updated her Twitter, with this very necklace prominently displayed. Seeing that I apparently wasn’t angry, he finally relaxed. “Sarah is flying to France soon to receive a major international award. I’m worried she’ll be nervous going alone, so I’m planning to accompany her. Could you book a hotel for us? Funds are limited, so one room should be enough.” He seemed to realize his words were inappropriate and avoided my eyes, drinking water to hide his embarrassment. No wonder he suddenly remembered to give me a gift—he was trading it for my dignity.

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I am Violet Richards, wife of hospital director Leonel Brown. He sacrificed me to save his first love, Sarah Webber, who suffered from uremia. That day, just after I had been injected with anesthesia in preparation for heart surgery, Leonel barged into the operating room and forced the doctors to remove one of my kidneys. I weakly begged him to stop, telling him that my heart condition was severe and I couldn’t withstand consecutive major surgeries. However, he sneered with disgust: “I knew you’d come up with pathetic excuses to prevent Sarah’s recovery, which is why I specifically chose this opportunity.” He completely ignored my suffering and warnings, insisting on taking my kidney before leaving. In the end, I developed multiple severe complications after the surgery and died tragically on that cold operating table. ***** I died on that cold operating table, watching Leonel carefully carrying my kidney as he turned toward Sarah’s operating room, not even sparing me a final glance. As tears slid down the corners of my eyes, my vital signs completely disappeared. My soul followed behind Leonel as he anxiously waited in the hospital corridor for the light in Sarah’s operating room to go out. After the surgery, Leonel immediately asked, “How is she?” The doctor removed his mask and nodded, “The surgery was successful, thanks to the kidney arriving just in time.” Only then did Leonel finally breathe a sigh of relief. But at that moment, a nurse rushed over, her voice trembling as she reported, “Mr. Brown, Ms. Richards suffered massive bleeding in her chest cavity during the procedure. We couldn’t save her.” Leonel’s expression immediately darkened. He pointed at the nurse and shouted angrily, “How much did Violet pay you to lie to me? She’s perfectly healthy! She just scheduled her surgery on the same day as Sarah’s to get my attention! A woman who only knows how to be jealous deserves to die anyway!” Changing his tone, he glared viciously at the nurse: “This hospital isn’t a charity! If you take Violet’s money to deceive me today, tomorrow you’ll be taking bribes from patients’ families! Get out now! Don’t blame me, blame that selfish Violet! Go back and tell her if she has any conscience left, she should come apologize to Sarah immediately. If it weren’t for her, why would Sarah be hospitalized?” My heart ached. It was because of Sarah that my heart condition had relapsed, forcing me to undergo surgery, yet Leonel was blaming me. Of course, Leonel had never believed me. The nurse turned pale and tried to explain, but Leonel cut her off with a wave of his hand, ordering someone to take her away. Soon after, Sarah was wheeled out. Seeing Leonel, she forced a faint smile on her pale face: “Leonel, I was so scared. Thank goodness you’re here. Where’s Violet? Is she still angry that I took her kidney?” At the mention of my name, Leonel’s previously loving gaze instantly turned cold with disgust: “If it weren’t for her, how would you have gotten hurt? Not just one kidney—even if it cost her life to save yours, it would be worth it.” I saw Sarah’s lips curl into a barely noticeable smirk of satisfaction, but she continued to act pitiful, batting her long eyelashes as she said, “I don’t know why Violet suddenly wanted me dead like she was crazy, but I don’t blame her. Maybe she was just too afraid of losing you.” Leonel snorted coldly: “Don’t mention her again! I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman. Thinking about all those Christmases I spent with her makes me sick. That nurse just pretended she died—if she really were dead, I’d be thrilled.” My heart completely sank. As they wished, I really was dead.

I know that Sarah has always held a special place in Leonel’s heart. I was Sarah’s substitute, occupying Leonel for three Christmases, and it was time to return her rightful place to her. When Sarah went abroad after Christmas, Leonel nearly fell apart. He frantically searched for women who resembled Sarah. And I was the one who looked most like Sarah, and also the most obedient and understanding one. With my sincere companionship, Leonel reluctantly married me. Just before the wedding, I accidentally overheard Leonel telling his friend: “If the person I’m marrying isn’t Sarah, then it could be anyone.” I was standing right outside the door, yet I didn’t even have the right to protest. I loved Leonel, to the point of losing myself. More than accepting the fact that he didn’t love me, I couldn’t bear to lose him. However, on our wedding day, a phone call from Sarah summoned Leonel away, leaving me standing alone in the wedding hall, like a helpless child. I should have understood that Sarah’s place in Leonel’s heart was irreplaceable. Afterward, Sarah sent me a taunting message: [You fake, know your place. With just a crook of my finger, Leonel comes running to me like a dog. How does it feel to have a wedding all by yourself?] I bit my lip, my heart feeling as though it was being torn apart. I questioned Sarah: [Since you’re back, why don’t you just marry Leonel yourself?] Sarah’s answer made me feel like a ridiculous clown. She replied: [Marriage? Are you kidding? Leonel is just one of my many suitors, and I’m not about to give up so many men for him. Marriage is so boring, only a fool like you would cling to a man who doesn’t love you.] That night, when Leonel returned, he proposed divorce, but I refused and showed him Sarah’s texts. I just wanted him to know that the woman he loved was merely treating him as a plaything. But Leonel impatiently knocked my phone away, looking at me as if I were a monster. He said: “Violet, I never thought you would stoop so low as to slander Sarah just to have me completely. Your heart is filthy; you think everyone has ill intentions. Since you insist on marrying me, I’ll satisfy you. But I won’t give you any love, nor will I touch you!” It was then that I realized, even if Sarah did nothing, as long as she stood there, Leonel would love her unconditionally. “Leonel, I’m craving your homemade pecan pie,” Sarah’s voice pulled me back to reality. I watched them interact intimately in the hallway, with passersby casting admiring and touched glances. Leonel smiled tenderly, gently pinching Sarah’s nose. “Alright, once you can eat solid food, I’ll make it for you.” A sharp pain surged through my heart. After discovering Sarah’s social media account, I often secretly checked her posts, tracing back to many Christmases ago when she had shared photos of the pecan pie Leonel had made for her. I knew well that making pecan pie was a complicated process, and Leonel was someone who despised troublesome tasks. The daily work at the hospital already kept him extremely busy. Once, I boldly asked him to make one for me too, only to be met with a cold glare. “Do you think I have nothing better to do? What’s my profession? Don’t you know how precious my hands are?” Yet now, Leonel agreed without hesitation to make it for Sarah, even though it meant he would have to personally crack those hard pecans. He even walked into my operating room for Sarah’s sake and removed my kidney. Whether he loves someone or not, he makes it painfully obvious. Leonel pushed Sarah toward the VIP ward. Halfway there, they heard a heart-wrenching cry: “My daughter! How could you leave this world so early? How am I supposed to live without you?” I recognized that voice. It was my mother, Maeve Richards. My heart convulsed violently with her cries. So, even souls can feel heartache. But Leonel merely paused for a moment, as if trying to identify something. “Leonel? What’s wrong?” Sarah held his hand, asking with concern. Leonel let out a cold laugh. “Nothing, there are always so many flies in the hospital addicted to putting on a show.” Watching Leonel push Sarah into the ward, I laughed weakly. Leonel recognized that person as Maeve, but he believed that both Maeve and I were merely acting. He compared Maeve to a fly, which was ironic to the extreme. However, Leonel didn’t know that when my body passed by Sarah, Maeve cried until she was drained of all strength, unable to stand, and collapsed right at the operating room door.

Sarah was staying in a comfortable VIP hospital room, while I had been crammed into a five-person ward. The environment there wasn’t just terrible—it was so noisy that my heart raced constantly. At the time, I called Leonel, hoping he could help me change rooms. I didn’t even need a VIP room, just somewhere quieter. However, Leonel merely scoffed on the other end of the line. “Are you addicted to acting? Always trying to compete with Sarah for attention? If you want to keep playing for my sympathy, go ahead. Let me be honest—I deliberately put you there. There are plenty of contagious diseases in that ward, so if you’re not afraid of dying, feel free to stay!” I gasped. Contagious diseases? Death? These strange and terrifying words filled me with unprecedented fear. But at that time, my body was full of tubes, and I couldn’t even move. The nurses and doctors had all been instructed by Leonel to target me deliberately. Every time they inserted a needle, they would try more than a dozen times before succeeding, causing me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. When blood backed up into my IV line, no one came to fix it. My meals were cold leftovers. When I made requests, some nurses would roll their eyes and coldly remark, “Too used to the rich life, huh? You think you’re more precious than everyone else? We’re all patients here—no one’s more noble than anyone else. These are the conditions at our hospital. If you can’t handle it, go back where you came from!” I didn’t dare say another word because I just wanted to live—more than anyone else, I wanted to survive. Meanwhile, Sarah was enjoying incredibly comfortable treatment. Her caregivers were the most high-end professionals. Yet in the past, Leonel wouldn’t even hire the cheapest caregiver for me. “Leonel, besides pecan pie, I’d also like some chicken soup,” Sarah said to Leonel in a coquettish tone. Hearing this, a sense of foreboding immediately welled up inside me. In the past, I always made chicken soup for Leonel, and Sarah must have tasted it, which is why she casually mentioned it. Sure enough, Leonel first looked tenderly at Sarah and responded softly, “I’ll have Violet make it for you right away.” Then he took out his phone, his expression turning icy as he dialed my number. One ring. Two rings. When the call finally connected, Leonel didn’t even bother with pleasantries. He commanded, “Violet, whatever you’re doing right now, come home immediately and make chicken soup for Sarah. Deliver it before tonight and apologize to her. Otherwise, don’t blame me if I divorce you!” The person on the other end was clearly stunned, but Leonel didn’t give them time to respond before hastily hanging up. Leonel’s tone was so entitled! Even if he didn’t believe I was dead or that I was undergoing heart surgery, the fact that he burst into the operating room to take my kidney was absolutely true. I had two surgical sites on my body, and my recovery speed couldn’t possibly match Sarah’s. Of course—in his eyes, I was nothing, not even comparable to Sarah. In the past, I always complied with Leonel’s demands, but this time, I would never respond again. As for divorce, he could do whatever he wanted. In the past, he always threatened me with divorce, knowing full well I would never agree. Whenever I did something that displeased him, he would use divorce as a threat. Even when I initially refused to donate my kidney due to health concerns, he used the same tactic to force me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to agree—my body simply couldn’t handle it. Leonel’s goal was to put me in mortal danger. But he wouldn’t believe it. Just as I had been injected with anesthesia and my chest cavity had been opened, he stormed into the operating room with his people. They weren’t even wearing surgical gowns or masks, completely disregarding whether I might get infected as a result. Despite his recent busy schedule, Leonel spent the entire afternoon with Sarah, ignoring all his phone calls. Only Sarah could enjoy such special treatment. When he accompanied me to the Christmas memorial, he barely stayed a few minutes before taking a call and leaving without even saying goodbye. This clearly showed his true love for Sarah. Leonel kept finding topics to make Sarah laugh. The man who had been so quiet and reserved at dinner was suddenly so animated. As the sky gradually darkened, Leonel grew visibly agitated, repeatedly checking his watch. By the time it was completely dark with still no sign of me, Leonel finally lost his temper. He called me countless times, but no one answered. Leonel sent me a text message lashing out. [Violet, you’re not listening to me anymore? Why is it so difficult for you to do one small thing? Sarah is in the hospital, and you have an undeniable responsibility! Don’t forget whose money you’re spending. Who’s supporting you?] [How much longer do you plan to act out? This time, even if you beg me like a dog, I’m divorcing you!] So in Leonel’s eyes, making corn chowder was a small thing. Yet each time, I would select ingredients before dawn and cook for hours to ensure the perfect flavor. Leonel’s chest heaved violently, his eyes red with anger. Sarah first smirked smugly, then quickly lowered her head, feigning a hurt expression. She said, “Leonel, don’t blame Violet. She’s probably still angry with me. I don’t need the corn chowder anymore. Maybe Violet is right—I am just a shameless homewrecker. “But Leonel, I really can’t let you go. Even if she kills me, I have to say this.” Leonel’s eyes widened. “Violet actually called you shameless? I knew it—she wants you dead! I absolutely won’t let her get away with this!” With that, he stormed toward the door. Sarah called out, “No, Leonel, I don’t want to see you two fighting because of me. I already promised Violet that once I recover, I’ll go abroad again and stop pursuing you. Otherwise, she threatened to harm my family.” Leonel snorted coldly. “If it weren’t for me, would she have that kind of power?” As soon as he stepped out, Leonel bumped into Maeve. Maeve was mopping the floor. I was shocked, and so was Leonel. He asked, “What are you doing here?” Leonel showed no respect for the older woman. Maeve looked at Leonel, a flash of anger in her eyes. “I’m a cleaner here!” Leonel laughed coldly. “Doesn’t Violet give you plenty of money every month? Are you still short on cash? What is it? Did you come to laugh at me? You Richards people are never satisfied. How much more money do you want from me?” My breath caught, and Maeve’s expression darkened further. In truth, I had never used Leonel’s money to support Maeve. Although I didn’t have a formal job, I knew Maeve lived a difficult life and had poor health, suffering from heart disease like me. So I took on freelance work, drawing illustrations for various places or teaching children art, which provided me with some income. Leonel gave me five thousand dollars monthly for living expenses, but it was far from enough. So I had to use my earnings to give part to Maeve and supplement our household expenses. I never told Leonel about any of this. Maeve gripped the mop tightly. “I won’t allow you to slander my daughter like this!” Leonel didn’t care at all. “It’s because of a mother with such twisted values like you that such a disgusting daughter was raised. Let me tell you, I don’t want to see you in this hospital again. Get out!” Maeve trembled with anger and was about to say something when she suddenly fainted. Leonel even kicked Maeve twice. He said impatiently, “You like acting too? You people just can’t stop performing. Are you trying to scam me now, or are you imitating your daughter by pretending to be dead?” Anyone with basic medical knowledge could see that Maeve’s body was convulsing, her breathing rapid—clearly not an act. Dr. Easton Kelley, who was passing by, quickly called for medical staff to place Maeve on a gurney and rush her to the operating room. I was extremely anxious. As a soul, there was nothing I could do. Only I knew that a heart attack relapse could be fatal! Leonel looked on with contempt. “Let’s see how long you can keep up this act.” Just as Leonel seemed to remember his plan to confront me, he was stopped by Easton, who had just run into the operating room. “Mr. Brown, please sign this surgical consent form. The patient has hereditary heart disease, and she has no family left.” Leonel stopped in his tracks, his expression darkening. “What nonsense are you talking about? I have no connection to the Richards family. You should be looking for Violet—I don’t want anything to do with their family matters!” Easton frowned. “You don’t know? Ms. Richards passed away on the operating table some time ago. She developed an infection during surgery, complicated by heart issues. I thought you knew.” Leonel staggered backward. “Impossible! Wasn’t she just pretending? It was just a kidney removal—that can’t kill someone.” Easton sighed. “Ms. Richards also had hereditary heart disease. You really didn’t know?”

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