At a class reunion, my wife Hanah Wagner’s first love, Richard Gordon, asked her, “If you could do it all over again, would you marry me?” Hanah answered without hesitation, “Yes.” The entire room instantly fell silent, with everyone turning their gaze toward me, waiting for my reaction. However, I took the lead in applauding, “It’s not too late to get married now. You two shouldn’t miss your chance again!” ***** At the Christmas class reunion, Richard asked Hanah, “If you could do it all over again, would you marry me?” Hanah firmly answered, “Yes.” The entire room instantly fell silent. Everyone held their breath, turning their gaze toward me, waiting for my reaction. However, I just smiled faintly, raised my glass and took a small sip, as if Richard’s heartfelt confession had nothing to do with me. After finishing my drink, I stood up and took the lead in applauding, “It’s not too late to get married now. You two shouldn’t miss your chance again!” The crowd grew even more silent, as if no one could understand why I would willingly accept such an awkward situation. Even Hanah suddenly looked up at me, her eyes filled with confusion and suspicion. She probably thought I was plotting something again. Elise Palmer, who organized the reunion, quickly said, “Richard and Hanah were just joking. Right, Alex?” But I completely ignored Elise’s gaze and turned to address Hanah and our classmates, explaining seriously, “I’m not drunk. In fact, I’ve already decided to divorce Hanah. Richard, don’t miss your chance this time.” After saying this, I gave Richard a cold glance, continuing with a hint of mockery, “Don’t run away like you did seven years ago, claiming you weren’t good enough for Hanah.” Hanah’s expression suddenly turned ugly, her brows furrowed as she said irritably, “Alex, what’s wrong with you? Richard and I were just joking around. Why are you so angry?” I laughed bitterly. Hanah had been taking advantage of me for seven whole years, and now she had the nerve to flirt with her first love right in front of me, expecting me to play along. I didn’t want to play their game anymore. Ultimately, I was the fool. For these seven years, because I loved Hanah deeply, I spoiled her. But she was like a stone that could never be warmed no matter how long you held it—no matter how much I gave, her heart always belonged only to Richard. Had I not accidentally discovered her secret with Richard, I might have continued like a delusional idiot, humbly staying by her side.

Three months ago, I saw a post by Hanah online. [We’ve been married for seven years. We only chose to be together because of our parents’ wishes. Seven years of marriage has made me lose all passion, and the mundane life makes me see the end in sight. I suddenly realized I can’t keep living in this daze. A few days ago, my first love came back. I want a divorce, but there are too many entanglements between us, both in life and career. What should I do?] This post was published a month ago, right when Richard had just returned. So, Hanah had been planning to leave me for a while. Actually, I wasn’t completely oblivious back then. Hanah used to be somewhat gentle with me, but since Richard’s return, she became impatient with me, and eventually didn’t even want to come home, often staying out all night. After seeing this post, I sat on the couch, my hand holding a cigarette trembling slightly. Cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and the wall clock ticked away like a death knell. I opened my phone and clicked on my chat with Hanah. The latest message was me asking when she’d be home. However, she hadn’t replied. That night, I sat until dawn, still waiting for Hanah to return. Yet her Instagram had been updated with a photo of a man and woman watching the sunrise together, captioned: [Glad to have you by my side.] Friends thought the man in the photo was me and congratulated us in the comments. Hanah personally replied: [It’s not him.] I felt a wave of irony. Hanah was so shameless, openly flirting with another man. With trembling hands, I zoomed in on the photo. The letters “RG” on Hanah’s wrist were particularly clear in the morning light. At that moment, my heart ached intensely. Those were Richard Gordon’s initials. I had naively thought that seven years would be enough for Hanah to forget him. But reality told me I was terribly wrong. Seven years hadn’t made her forget Richard; instead, it made her even more unable to let him go. They were meant for each other, and I was just an interloper who took advantage of their separation. Just then, my daughter Claire Lawson came out rubbing her eyes, saying in a sweet voice: “Daddy, I’m hungry. Where’s Mommy?” “Ew, you smell bad. Why did you smoke so many cigarettes?” Claire wrinkled her nose, looking at me with disgust. Seeing her, my rigid body seemed to regain a bit of strength, and I managed to force a smile. “Your mom will be home later. Let me change my clothes and make you breakfast.” I couldn’t help but think, this is my daughter with Hanah, my little princess I’ve cherished for four years. After dropping Claire off at preschool, watching her walk away, a sense of reluctance and hope welled up in me. I thought, if Hanah and I really separated, what about Claire? She’s only four years old. Perhaps Hanah just wanted to catch up with Richard after not seeing him for so long. After all, we still have Claire. With this thought, I called Hanah. Her cold and impatient voice came through. “Alex, what is it? Oh, I know, you’re monitoring my whereabouts again, aren’t you? I just watched one sunrise with Richard, do you have to be so sensitive?” My heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. I could only stammer: “No, I just wanted to ask if you’re busy.” She said: “I’m back at the office now, about to go into a meeting. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.” Before I could answer, the phone went dead with a beeping sound. I stood there dumbfounded with my phone, unable to help but smile bitterly. I don’t know when it started, but Hanah and I couldn’t even manage three sentences of conversation anymore. I wondered, is our seven-year marriage really going to end like this? But Claire, she can’t be without a mother. Thinking about this, I decided to actively try to win back Hanah’s heart. So, I bought some small cakes that Hanah loves and went to her company. After all, we’re husband and wife, it doesn’t matter who makes the first move. I kept consoling myself this way. However, just as I reached the building, I overheard employees gossiping: “What do you think is the relationship between the new business partner and our boss?” “I think they make a good match.” “But isn’t our boss’s husband Mr. Lawson? Isn’t that guy’s last name Gordon?” Gordon? Those words pierced my ears, making my heart race uncontrollably. I wondered, were they talking about Hanah and Richard? My hand holding the small cakes started to tremble. After blinking a few times, I walked to the door of Hanah’s office with an inexplicable sense of dread. The light inside was on. Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard a conversation from inside. “Hanah, I never expected…” It was Richard’s voice. I froze. Why was Richard here? What did he mean by “arranging work”? Hanah said: “Richard, you don’t need to tell me these things. Actually, this company was established for you. Richana Group is a combination of our names. Richard, do you know? During all these years you were gone, I missed you so much.” Then, Richard pulled Hanah into his arms for a passionate embrace. I stood there, feeling as if I had been frozen in place, unable to move.

I don’t remember how I left the office. I was just grateful that no one noticed me, allowing my pitiful self-esteem to barely survive. The image of Hanah and Richard embracing kept haunting my mind. Hanah and I grew up together, while Richard was like the perfect male lead who suddenly appeared in a novel. Richard was our high school classmate. During college, I went abroad while they attended the same university. I heard they were the model couple everyone envied at school. Everyone said they were the definition of love. Some even bet that Hanah and Richard would get married after college graduation, with over ninety percent betting on their marriage. However, when Richard and Hanah began discussing marriage, the family background issues they deliberately ignored during college became the biggest obstacle between them. Richard came from an ordinary working-class family, while the Wagner family was a local wealthy dynasty. Naturally, the Wagner family wouldn’t accept someone without a house, car, or stable job. Later, Richard chose to leave. Under family arrangements, Hanah and I got married. But now, Richard has returned, becoming a wealthy and powerful boss. Those walls that once blocked their love seemed to collapse overnight. Thinking about this, I felt utterly dejected, my heart aching. Perhaps my marriage with Hanah was approaching its end. I drove around aimlessly for hours before returning home with a heart full of frustration. As soon as I reached the door, I heard laughter coming from inside. Opening the door, I clearly saw Claire nestled in Richard’s arms playing, while Hanah stood nearby in an apron watching them. What a heartwarming scene. But I only felt my head buzzing, as if the whole world was drifting away from me. An inexplicable anger swept over me. I thought, “This is my home, they are my wife and daughter. What right does Richard have to invade my territory?” Anger made me lose my mind. I kicked the door open violently and, amid Claire’s crying, Richard and I started fighting. In the end, Hanah left with Richard and Claire. Before leaving, she looked at me coldly. “Alex, you’d better pray Richard is okay, or I’ll never forgive you.” At that moment, all my expectations for Hanah completely collapsed. I sat amid the mess, unable to hold back my tears. I’ve known Hanah for over twenty years, yet I could never compare to her four years with Richard. Two weeks have passed since that day. This is our first time seeing each other. My thoughts return to the present. Under the dim light, Hanah looks at me with disgust. I smile slightly. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Just as I come out of the bathroom, Hanah and Richard appear before me. Seeing me, Hanah frowns and walks forward. “Alex, Richard and I were just joking around. Why are you being so petty? Is causing this drama really worth it?” Hanah’s face is full of anger, as if I’ve done something extremely malicious. I remain silent. I’ve already given in to her wishes, yet she’s still unhappy. I say, “I’m letting you two be together. You probably don’t want people knowing you’re cheating in our marriage, and I don’t want to be ridiculed. Besides, I’ve already prepared the divorce papers. Claire stays with me, and you can pursue your love. This way, you won’t need to complain online anymore.” Hanah freezes. Perhaps because she’s never seen me so serious before, or because she’s surprised I discovered her posts. I say, “I’ll send you the divorce agreement. Just let me know when you have time to go to court.” With that, I turn and leave without hesitation. Probably realizing I’m serious, Richard pretends to be magnanimous and urges Hanah, “Hanah, why don’t you apologize to Alex? He seems serious, and after all, you two have a daughter.” But Hanah stubbornly replies, “If it weren’t for Claire, I would have divorced him long ago. Since he’s brought it up, we should all be happy.” Although I’ve already decided on divorce, hearing Hanah’s resolute words still causes my heart to ache intensely. Seven years, and Hanah never developed any feelings for me. My nails dig deep into my palms, leaving red marks. For seven years, I lost myself, with only Hanah in my life. From today on, I’m going to live for myself. Back in the private room, all eyes were fixed on me. After all, a love triangle was a topic captivating enough on its own. Shortly after, Hanah walked in with a stern face, following behind Richard. A subtle yet oppressive atmosphere began to permeate the room. Elise rushed to my side and whispered, “Alex, did you really…” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not joking. I’ve already calculated our assets—split evenly, fair and square. As for Richana Group,” I looked up at Hanah and Richard, “I’ll let that go completely. Consider it my wedding gift to you both. After all, the company is named after you two, which makes it quite meaningful, doesn’t it?” Upon hearing the company name and connecting it to Hanah and Richard’s relationship, the classmates who had been ready to offer advice fell silent. We were high school classmates, and everyone knew my situation well. Hanah and I grew up together, with similar family backgrounds. Back then, many people thought we would end up together. However, when I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings, I discovered Hanah was already with Richard. Initially, I genuinely wished them well. But later, I gradually realized Richard wasn’t a man who took responsibility—he abandoned Hanah. So I returned to Hanah’s side, accompanying and protecting her, eventually marrying her with both families as witnesses. From then on, Hanah became the most important person in my heart. My friends often joked that I was under my wife’s thumb. I would always respond with a smile, “Being managed by your wife is a form of happiness.” But everything now seemed to be telling me that unconditional devotion indeed leads nowhere good. By the time I left the gathering, it was already dark, with a light drizzle falling. Just as I was about to drive away, Hanah suddenly slipped into the passenger seat. I deliberately glanced out the window and saw Richard standing on the steps, staring intently at us. “What about Richard? Aren’t you going back with him?” I asked calmly. Hanah widened her eyes, looking completely confused. “I didn’t drive. How else would I get home if not with you?” I was momentarily speechless. The ride home was silent. As soon as we got home, Hanah casually said while taking off her shoes, “Alex, I’m going to rest for a bit. Didn’t you buy cherries last time that we haven’t eaten yet? Wash some and bring them to me. I’m going to lie down for a while.” Her tone was so natural, as if this was completely normal. I didn’t answer. Instead, I silently took out divorce papers from my bag and handed them to her. Hanah took one look and immediately widened her eyes, asking in disbelief, “Alex, are you serious?”

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On the day Marshall Ward stood at the pinnacle of global technology to receive his award. I, Millie Martin, was being denied further treatment by the hospital because I couldn’t afford the costs for my kidney failure. On the television screen, the host asked him to call the person he wanted to thank the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. He said, “Millie, do you regret leaving me?” The exorbitant medical bill in my hand was already crumpled from my grip, but I still responded casually, “Marshall, you’re a big celebrity now. Would you consider keeping me as your sugar baby?” On screen, he hung up the phone with a stone-cold expression. Then, his familiar voice reached my ears, ice-cold. “Now, I have nothing to thank anymore.” But what he didn’t know was that I was the one who had donated my kidney to him when he was critically ill five years ago. ***** After Marshall’s interview aired, the name “Millie” instantly became the target of public ridicule. A gold-digging woman who betrayed trust, a young man who achieved fame and success. This kind of revenge story was enough to spark heated discussions in any era. Fortunately, I was just a nobody, so the storm of cyberbullying hadn’t reached me yet. There were many discussions online, most of them hurling abuse and insults at me. “Stop looking at that.” My attending physician, Ayden Simmons, snatched my phone away and shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. “I’ll help you apply for hospital assistance. It’s too early to give up now.” His words were earnest, filled with a desire to save my life. I smiled and shook my head. At this moment, he was probably the only person in the world who wanted me to live. I said, “Don’t bother, it’s not worth it.” As soon as I finished speaking, I adjusted my breathing and turned to leave. The door of the consultation room had barely opened a crack when a familiar figure flashed by not far away. Five years had passed, but I could still recognize his silhouette instantly in a crowd. Just as I was about to close the door to avoid running into Marshall, a man waiting nearby suddenly pulled the door open. “What are you dawdling for?” Due to the momentum and the constant pain in my body, my legs gave way, and I fell straight to the ground. This scene caught the attention of those around, including Marshall. I struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall, just wanting to escape quickly, but he firmly gripped my wrist. “What, are you so powerful now that you can track my schedule?” His breathing was a bit rapid from running. I looked at him through the hair scattered across my forehead, silently relieved, thinking, “Good, he looks healthy. He must have recovered well.” Five years ago, our careers were just taking off. But the good times didn’t last. Long periods of staying up late and business socializing eventually led to Marshall developing uremia. The costs of dialysis and medication were astronomical for us, and some investors withdrew their funding after learning about his condition. To pay for his treatment, I supported the company during the day and worked several part-time jobs at night to supplement our income. But fate is cruel like that; it doesn’t grant extra favor just because of your efforts. We persevered for a long time, but he never found a suitable kidney donor, nor did he experience a miraculous recovery. On that winter night five years ago, as the first snow fell gently, I received Marshall’s critical condition notice. The attending physician at that time was Ayden. Looking at my exhausted state, he couldn’t even bring himself to hand me the document. “Is there really no way?” My voice trembled as I knelt on the ground, desperately clutching his clothes. He said, “A suitable kidney donor is hard to come by, and almost no one is willing to be tested for donation. Ms. Martin, I…” Full of hope, I asked, “Can I be tested as a donor?” Later, Ayden told me that he had agreed to my request only to provide some comfort to me in my desperation. But what he hadn’t expected was that the compatibility test between Marshall and me actually turned out successful.

“Speak up. Weren’t you so tough on the phone?” Marshall grabbed my wrist and yanked it hard when he saw me silent. The pain made me gasp, and his brow furrowed in response. “Hey, isn’t that Marshall from TV?” “I think so. And who’s that woman? Is she that shameless Millie?” The commotion drew a crowd, and Marshall’s face was quickly recognized. I frantically tried to hide my face with my hair, desperately struggling to break free from his grip. But this only seemed to make him angrier. During the struggle, my bag was thrown aside, and the medical records inside scattered across the ground. He bent down to pick one up, examined it carefully, and a cold smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. He mocked, “Kidney failure? Millie, have you no shame at all? Last Christmas, didn’t you leave me because of my kidney disease? And now you’re trying to trick me with the same condition?” I bit my lower lip hard, praying for this mental torture to end quickly. I thought to myself, “It’s okay, Millie. This is the path you chose, isn’t it? Just endure a little longer. Just a little longer.” I silently encouraged myself, but the next second, he roughly dragged me into the center of the crowd. He lifted my hair, allowing the spectators to freely photograph my face. A sharp pain shot through my lips, followed by the taste of blood in my throat. I desperately held back the tears in my eyes, hoping only to preserve my last shred of dignity. “Marshall, what are you doing?” A figure walked into the center of the chaos. I looked up and recognized her. She was Marshall’s current rumored girlfriend, the famous actress Sophia Gordon. She surveyed the scene, quickly assessing what had happened. She said, “Didn’t you say you were coming with me to see the doctor? How did you disappear first?” “Miss Gordon, she’s that Millie who dumped your boyfriend because he was poor and now wants him to be her sugar daddy!” The crowd erupted in laughter, mixed with insults directed at me. Someone in the chaos threw a can at my head from the crowd. The scene before me made it difficult to breathe. Marshall was close to me, and perhaps because of my terrible state, a flash of doubt crossed his eyes. “You…” The intense pain made my vision go black, and I could only wave my hand to signal him to let me leave. Sophia said, “Marshall, maybe you should take her to the hospital. Kidney disease isn’t common. If she weren’t really sick, how could she fake it so convincingly? She’s not a professional actress.” Marshall scoffed, “Huh, she knows exactly how painful this disease is.” Sophia’s few words extinguished any sympathy he might have had. Then, as if to spite me, Marshall took out a check and handed it to her: “Sophia, your stomach isn’t feeling well. Here’s two hundred thousand dollars for you to buy some supplements.” Then, he threw the medical bill in my face and said, “Millie, see this? The money you’ve been dreaming of, I can give away casually now. How does it feel? Do you regret leaving me last Christmas for money?” I clenched my fists and struggled to stand up, my nails digging into my palms. The pain of broken skin brought me back to my senses. I said, “Mr. Ward, since you’re so rich, why not lend me some?” Marshall snapped, “You’re completely unreasonable!” Seeing that I wouldn’t back down, his mouth twitched slightly, and then he left with Sophia. I watched their retreating figures and smiled bitterly. Then, I leaned against the wall to stand up and walked in the opposite direction amid the accusations of the crowd.

Marshall has one of my kidneys inside him, but he doesn’t know it. Ayden once suggested I tell him the truth after I developed complications. “Why don’t you tell him? He has everything now, even if it’s just to save your life…” “Dr. Simmons, his father died saving me,” I sighed, explaining the complicated connection between Marshall and me. Marshall’s mother passed away early, and he was raised by his father, who worked as a firefighter. That Christmas when I was fourteen, my house caught fire. My parents protected me by shielding me beneath them. In the raging flames, Marshall’s father rescued me but was forever lost in that sea of fire. From that moment on, I owed Marshall a life. So when the Christmas matching was successful, I signed the donation consent form with almost no hesitation. Marshall, like his father, is a loyal and good-hearted person. If he knew the truth, he would never accept my donation. To avoid complications, I made up a flimsy excuse and broke up with him. I told him I’d met a boss who wanted to keep me as his mistress, someone willing to provide me with a luxurious lifestyle. “I’m not that kind of person, Millie!” he protested in shock. “Well, I am!” I said. To hide my true feelings, I turned away, my gaze falling on the withered sunflower on the windowsill. I said, “Marshall, people change. I’m tired of your weak body and exhausted from all this endless work. When you received that critical condition notice the other day, I’d had enough of living in fear and worry for you.” Marshall said, “I can accept breaking up, but how could you do this for money…” I said, “Why not? Aren’t we all trying to live better lives? Now I can live in luxury without even trying. Marshall, you should be happy for me.” My voice trembled, barely maintaining composure. I said firmly, “That’s it, Marshall. We won’t see each other again.” The sound of the bus arriving at the stop pulled me back from my memories. I returned to my shared apartment. The space was cramped, cold in winter, stuffy in summer, and even using a slightly high-powered electric pot would trip the circuit breaker. However, my roommates were quite kind. Because they knew about my poor health, they took extra care of me. “Millie, is that you on TV?” my roommate Camila Bradley asked. I nodded and smiled at Camila beside me. “That’s right, I’m just a gold digger. You’d better stay away from me…” “What are you talking about, Millie? When my dad kicked me out, you took me in, fed me, and even bought me clothes. How could you possibly be that kind of person? There must be some misunderstanding!” Camila said excitedly. Looking at her concerned eyes, my vision began to blur. Since leaving Marshall, I rarely cried. After all, with my frail body, just staying alive took all my strength. But at this moment, I felt inexplicably wronged. However, before tears could fall, my phone rang. It was the manager from my workplace, calling to fire me because my identity and appearance had been exposed. Suddenly without income, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and quietly felt the darkness gradually consuming my consciousness. “Millie, don’t worry. I’ll talk to my boss where I work. She’s a good person and might be able to help,” Camila squeezed my hand, her eyes full of sympathy. “Okay, thank you,” I responded softly, gazing out at the clear, cloudless blue sky. I thought, “The weather is so beautiful today.” The job Camila introduced me to was as a server at a private dining restaurant. The owner was a lady with big wavy curls who always wore vintage clothes from the last century and sported exaggerated earrings. She never told me her full name, just asked me to call her Vanessa. Looking at her, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, which helped me relax a bit. I asked, “You don’t mind that I…?” She replied nonchalantly, “You’re just a dishwasher, what’s there to mind? Clean yourself up and come to work tomorrow. Oh, I should warn you, taking days off will cost you your perfect attendance bonus.” With this job, I could finally afford my pain medication. These days, I’m not so much afraid of dying, but when the pain flares up, it’s truly unbearable. Marshall never contacted me again, yet he started appearing frequently on social media with Sophia. Everyone said they made a perfect couple, while my photos were mixed into their news by unscrupulous media outlets, with internet users mocking me for not knowing what was good for me. Whenever Vanessa saw these news stories, she would sigh and add two extra pieces of meat to my staff meal. Sometimes I would console myself, “See, life may be terrible, but I’ve still met some decent people.” Thinking this way, the rest of my days didn’t seem so unbearable. As finals week approached, Camila couldn’t balance her studies and part-time work. Since Vanessa didn’t want to hire anyone new, I started working in the dining area serving food. Thankfully, with my mask and hat, no one recognized me. Except Marshall. I never expected to see him again. Perhaps we truly had some karmic connection—why else would he choose this restaurant out of so many? The first thing he said when he saw me was, “Millie, why are you everywhere?” I replied, “Mr. Ward, I was wondering the same about you.” He frowned, his eyes flickering with unclear emotions. I pulled my mask up higher, preparing to escape to the kitchen. He asked, “Weren’t you being kept by some rich guy? How did you end up like this?” I said, “Life is unpredictable. His family went bankrupt, so here I am. Mr. Ward, please enjoy your meal with Ms. Gordon. I should—” Before I could finish, Marshall was already standing in front of me. He yanked down my mask, gripping my chin and examining my face. “No wonder, you’re as thin as a skeleton.” An eerie atmosphere filled the private room. Sophia coughed awkwardly twice, seemingly bringing Marshall back to his senses. He forcefully shoved my face away, causing me to fall to the ground from the momentum. He said, “Go, bring us a few bottles of red wine.” As if afraid I might refuse, he kicked my hand lightly as he walked past me. “This is to support your business, Ms. Martin.” As dinner time progressed, the restaurant got busier, and I knew what would happen if they caused a scene. I didn’t care about myself, but Vanessa was innocent, and I didn’t want to cause her trouble. Several expensive bottles of wine were lined up on the table. Marshall sat across from me and snorted coldly, “Drink.” I widened my eyes. “What?” He repeated, “I said, drink all of these.” Ayden’s medical advice still echoed in my ears. In my current physical condition, drinking this much alcohol would be suicidal. Seeing my hesitation, Marshall’s temper flared again. He grabbed a glass and threw it at me. The shattered glass exploded against the wall behind me, with some pieces flying back and cutting my cheek. He said, “If you finish all of these, we’ll call our grudge settled. Otherwise, I’ll make sure all your friends know your true intentions.” I shouted angrily, “You’ve been investigating me!”

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With just one month until her wedding, Emma Wilson began to doubt whether the ceremony should proceed at all. The reason was simple. Her fiancé Aaron Gibson was insistent on having a child with Jane Gardner, the widow of his best friend Caleb Gardner. Aaron told her, “Caleb was my best friend. His sudden death left Jane all alone. She’s attempted suicide several times. Having a child to keep her company might help her through this difficult time.” Emma couldn’t understand his reasoning. She asked Aaron, “If she wants a child, she could adopt, remarry, or even choose a donor from a sperm bank. Why does she specifically need to have a child with you?” Aaron replied, “Caleb entrusted Jane to me on his deathbed. And Jane has no other family in New York. Who else could she turn to besides me?” “Don’t you think this is absurd?” Emma couldn’t help but challenge him. Yet Aaron dismissed her concerns casually: “It’s just IVF, nothing will actually happen between us. I’ll still marry you.” They had known each other for fifteen Christmases and been in love for thirteen. Emma had finally reached the day she could marry him. She never expected fate would play such a cruel joke on her at this moment. Emma asked Aaron, “What will this child call you in the future? Uncle? Or Dad?” Aaron’s face showed a flash of discomfort, his tone slightly irritated: “Whatever the kid wants to call me is fine, I don’t care.” Emma couldn’t possibly agree. Because of this, Aaron had been arguing with her for months. Aaron continued, “Think about it some more. Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately, and I’m worried she might make another extreme choice. I need to take care of her for a few days, but I’ll be back for the wedding.” With that, he turned and left, dragging two enormous suitcases filled with his clothes and daily necessities. Emma stood in the empty bridal home, looking at the decorations with a sense of irony. The phone rang—it was the bridal shop. Emma answered. The staff member asked, “Hello, Ms. Wilson, could you provide your and Mr. Gibson’s measurements? We need to arrange for our staff to customize your wedding dress and his suit as soon as possible.” Emma knew her own measurements but not Aaron’s. So, she called him. He picked up quickly: “Have you changed your mind?” At the same time, a woman’s voice came through the phone, seductive and alluring: “Who is it?” Emma recognized that voice. It was unmistakably Caleb’s widow, Jane. Aaron said, “Nobody.” Jane said, “The movie’s just getting to the good part. Why is someone calling now? Such a mood killer.” Emma spoke with forced calmness: “I thought you said Jane was heartbroken and might take her life at any moment? How does she have time to watch movies with you?” Aaron was clearly annoyed: “I’m just taking Jane out to cheer her up. How can she move past Caleb’s death if she stays cooped up at home all the time?” What a noble excuse, just as ridiculous as his insistence on having a child with Jane. Emma said, “Fine, you two enjoy your movie. I’m hanging up.” Aaron was bewildered: “Emma, what’s wrong with you? You call just to give me attitude without saying anything?” Emma asked bluntly, “Aaron, do you still intend to go through with this wedding?” Aaron firmly stated, “Whether we get married or not won’t change the fact that I’m having a child with Jane. This is a responsibility I owe to Caleb, and I must fulfill it.” Emma replied, “Fine.” Aaron asked, “You agree?” Emma nodded: “Yes.” Aaron’s mood visibly improved: “That’s great. Don’t worry, I’ll be there for the wedding on time…” Before he could finish, Emma decisively hung up. Since getting married or not wouldn’t change his decision to have a child with Jane, she decided to make things fair. The wedding would proceed as planned, but her groom would have to be someone else. Emma posted on Instagram, “Looking for a marriage partner, please introduce reliable single men for Christmas.” Soon, the comment section was flooded with curious people. Some asked if she had fought with Aaron, advising her that men being flirtatious was normal and she shouldn’t take it too seriously, or she’d lose such a good partner. Others questioned whether she was being fair to Aaron by doing this. Emma just laughed when she saw these comments. She had chosen Aaron when he had nothing, supported him through his startup, and stood by him through hardships. She could proudly say she had absolutely been fair to him! It was Aaron who first made unreasonable demands, treating their relationship of over a decade as something insignificant. Emma felt it was time to let go completely and start fresh. Her phone vibrated, and Emma thought it was another of Aaron’s friends coming to criticize her. But to her surprise, it was a private message from her boss. This person, whom she had saved as “Evil Capitalist,” was none other than her boss, Marcus Stephens. Evil Capitalist: [You’re looking for someone to marry?] Evil Capitalist: [Then how about me?] Emma froze, regretting not having blocked him earlier. Evil Capitalist: [When should we get married?] Emma clutched her phone and nervously replied: [In a month?] Evil Capitalist: [Works for me.] Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, are you serious?] Evil Capitalist: [Or we could register right now? Wait, I’ll pick you up at your place in half an hour.] Emma quickly tried to stop him. Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, I have some things to take care of first. Let’s register in a month. You should also think it over.] Evil Capitalist: [No need to think about it. In a month, we’ll get married directly.] Emma stared at Marcus’s message, unable to process what was happening. The sound of a key turning came from the front door. Aaron walked in, looking displeased. “Emma, let’s cancel our wedding for now. Jane’s situation still isn’t good, and I don’t want to have a wedding right now—it would upset her.” Emma calmly nodded. “Fine.” Aaron seemed surprised. “You’re not angry?” Emma asked, “Why would I be angry?” Aaron said, “Well, we’ve been dating for over a decade.” Emma scoffed internally. She thought, “Yes, we’ve been dating for over a decade, and the result is you casually canceling our wedding for some irrelevant person called Jane.” Throughout these years, he had apparently grown accustomed to having everything his way. Once he made a decision, Emma was expected to comply, to obey, never to object. Emma didn’t want to argue with him, so on matters that weren’t about principles, she always gave in. But this time, she didn’t want to give in anymore. Emma asked, “Is she feeling better?” Aaron said, “She still needs someone with her. When she’s alone, she tends to overthink. She really should have a child soon.” Emma said, “Then you should spend more time with her.” Aaron smiled and praised her, “Looks like our fight had some effect—you’ve become more understanding.” Emma wasn’t being understanding. She had finally woken up. Suddenly, Aaron’s phone rang. Emma was surprised—this wasn’t the kind of ringtone Aaron would normally use. He answered it, his voice gentler than she had ever heard. “Jane?” So he had set a special ringtone for Jane. Aaron’s expression grew serious. “What? Okay, I’ll bring it to you now.” He hung up and immediately grabbed his car keys, rushing to leave. At the door, he remembered to say something to Emma. “Jane left her clothes in my car. I’m going to take them to her.” Emma asked, “What clothes?” Aaron’s expression suddenly turned strange as he mumbled, “Just some regular clothes. Anyway, I have to go now.”

This weekend was homeroom teacher Joanna Geller’s birthday. Early in the morning, Emma received a call from class president Taylor Holmes. “Come with Aaron, okay?” When Emma arrived, the private room was already filled with classmates, but Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Taylor glanced behind her and asked, “Where’s your husband? Parking the car?” Emma shook her head and calmly replied, “He’s not my husband yet.” Taylor teased with a smile, “He’s not yet, but in a month he will be! You two have been together for so many Christmases, and it hasn’t been easy! You’re about to get married, so stop fighting and cherish each other.” Joanna still maintained her gentle smile, though time had mercilessly added a few strands of gray to her hair. She smiled and said, “Yes, Emma, I’ve watched you two come all this way together. I heard you’ve had some tension recently because of Jane? You might be misunderstanding the situation. Aaron and Caleb have always been good friends. After Caleb passed away, Aaron was just helping take care of Jane as a friend. You should trust your relationship of over a decade.” Joanna had always been kind and gentle, and Emma liked her very much. However, times had changed. Teachers could impart knowledge but couldn’t teach her how to manage a marriage. She said, “Mrs. Geller, I know what to do.” Joanna, thinking she had successfully persuaded Emma, looked even more relieved. “You’ve always been a smart girl. I’m sure you understand.” Just as she finished speaking, Aaron walked in. “Mrs. Geller, happy birthday.” Joanna beamed with joy. “Thank you! You and Emma are getting married soon. Congratulations to you both!” However, in the next moment, her smile froze on her face. Jane followed right behind him, wearing Aaron’s jacket and clinging to his arm. She smiled and handed her gift to Joanna. “Hello, Mrs. Geller, I’m Jane. I’m so sorry we’re late. It’s my fault—I suddenly got my period, and Aaron went to buy me some pads, which held us up.” Her intimate tone said it all. Taylor was stunned. He patted Aaron’s shoulder and whispered, “Emma is right here. Why did you bring her too?” Aaron replied nonchalantly, “Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately. I didn’t want to leave her alone.” Taylor asked, “Then what about Emma?” Aaron glanced at Emma, his tone dismissive. “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be fine.” He then carefully helped Jane to the sofa and placed various fruits and snacks in front of her. “Don’t be nervous. Everyone here is my friend. They’ll all take care of you.” Jane obediently leaned on his shoulder and said in a coquettish tone, “Mmm, I only feel safe when you’re around.” Everyone attending Joanna’s birthday party was a classmate. They all knew Aaron and Emma were a couple. Faced with this scene, everyone seemed at a loss, especially Taylor, who had been hoping to help reconcile the two. Emma knew that Taylor was a kind-hearted person, but at this moment, even his goodwill seemed helpless. Joanna’s birthday party continued in this awkward atmosphere. When it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—everyone except Aaron and Jane. As Aaron walked past Emma while holding Jane’s hand, he coldly said, “I need to take Jane home. I probably won’t be back tonight, so take a cab home yourself.” Jane, however, playfully slapped Aaron’s arm in feigned reproach. “How can you be like that? Emma is your fiancée! How can you make her take a cab because you’re driving me? Emma, don’t listen to him. Come with us. I’ll have him drop you off first.” The way she spoke made it sound like she was the hostess and Emma the outsider. Emma pulled her hand away when Jane tried to hold it and said coldly, “No need. My car is already here.” Beep beep! A black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of Emma. Emma left Aaron and Jane behind and got into the Maybach. A few classmates gathered around, teasing: “Is Maybach in the rideshare business now?” Aaron’s face immediately darkened. He drove a Honda, which looked small and old compared to the Maybach. Emma had just arrived home when Aaron returned. She was surprised. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming home tonight?” Aaron’s face was extremely dark. “Do you wish I hadn’t come back?” Emma coldly replied, “If you’re sick, get treatment.” Aaron asked, “Who was that man who picked you up today?” Emma responded, “Which man? Oh, he’s my husband.” Aaron burst out laughing. “Just as I thought.” Emma didn’t understand what he meant. Aaron sat down on the sofa, smiling confidently. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous, make me care about you? Renting a Maybach isn’t cheap! I was wondering why you’ve been acting so different lately—not arguing or making a fuss. Turns out you were setting me up.” Emma felt speechless. “Think what you want. I can’t stop you.” Aaron said with disgust, “Stop playing these childish games. It’s really pathetic.” Emma responded, “Think whatever you want.” Aaron said, “I know you’re upset about suddenly canceling the wedding. I know you’ve always wanted to marry me. But we have to prioritize. Jane is still grieving her husband’s death, and we need to take care of her first.” Emma couldn’t help but ask, “If Jane never recovers, does that mean you plan to never get married?” Aaron snapped, “How can you be so vicious? Can’t you wish for Jane to get better? She’s never wronged you. Why would you curse her like that?” Although Emma was well aware of Aaron’s favoritism toward Jane, being accused of being “vicious” in front of her face made her feel heartbroken for the first time. Especially since these words came from a man she had loved for over a decade, devoted herself to for over a decade, and who was almost her husband. Emma’s heart grew colder. “Give me your car keys.” Aaron asked suspiciously, “What do you need my car keys for?” Emma answered, “I want to get my things from your car.” She had once made a hanging ornament for Aaron’s car, which hung from the windshield, wishing him safety and good fortune. But now, Aaron no longer deserved her wholehearted love. Aaron said, “Jane’s things are in my car too. Don’t mess anything up. I’ll go with you.” Emma said, “Whatever.” With that, she walked down to the underground garage. After Aaron unlocked the car, Emma opened the driver’s door and reached for the ornament. However, she had tied it very securely to prevent it from falling. Emma gritted her teeth and removed the entire ornament, left with only a long red string in her hand. Aaron asked in surprise, “Why did you tear it off?” Emma said indifferently, “It doesn’t matter if it’s broken. I won’t need it anymore.” As Emma was walking away from the car, she glimpsed something black in the crevice of the passenger seat. She gently picked it up and discovered it was a pair of women’s black stockings. She didn’t need to guess to know they belonged to Jane—one of the “ordinary clothes” left in Aaron’s car. Aaron urged impatiently, “Are you done? Stop rummaging around.” Emma expressionlessly stuffed the black stockings back where she found them. “I’m done.” As soon as she stepped out of the car, Aaron immediately closed the door and quickly locked it. Emma didn’t care. She just took the tangled red string and tossed it into the garbage can. Her phone rang, and she answered, “Hello?” “When are you free? We can have the wedding in a month, but let’s get the marriage license first.” It was Marcus’s voice. “There’s no rush, is there?” Emma replied. “Getting a license is convenient these days. We can get it on the wedding day.” Aaron suddenly heard the key words. “Marriage license? What marriage license?”

On the phone, Marcus asked, “Is your ex-boyfriend with you?” He had already started referring to Aaron as Emma’s “ex-boyfriend.” Emma responded with a simple, “Mm-hmm.” Marcus said, “Move out as soon as you can.” Emma nodded. “Okay.” Marcus continued, “About getting the marriage license, check your schedule and let me know when you’re ready. I’ll work around your time.” After hanging up, Aaron looked at her suspiciously. “Who was calling this late?” Emma said, “Someone asking me to go get a marriage license.” After hearing this, Aaron let out a cold laugh. “Emma, that trick was only funny the first time. It’s getting old now.” Emma took a deep breath and responded, “Oh.” Aaron impatiently said, “I’m talking to you. Are you listening?” Emma said, “Don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again.” Aaron seemed satisfied and nodded. “It’s getting late. I need to get back to Jane.” Emma said, “Go ahead.” Before leaving, Aaron glanced back at her and said, “Just wait a little longer, until Jane is feeling better. After all, we’ve spent so many years together—I’ll still marry you eventually.” This time, Emma said nothing. The next day, Emma started packing her things. She didn’t have many clothes; the only important item was her computer. As a programmer, all her project code from the past years was stored on it. When Marcus came to pick her up and saw her carrying only a laptop bag, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “That’s all you have?” Emma nodded. “Yes, just this.” Marcus said, “I thought girls liked to buy lots of pretty clothes and bags.” Emma thought, “Yeah, who doesn’t like pretty clothes and bags?” But ever since Aaron started his business, their financial situation had gradually become strained. Emma had sold her jewelry and hadn’t bought new clothes in years. This time, she simply packed some underwear and donated everything else to charity. Looking at her thin bag, Marcus said softly, “This weekend, let me take you shopping for some new things.” Emma said, “That’s not necessary.” Marcus asked, “Why not?” Emma replied awkwardly, “I haven’t received my paycheck this month yet.” Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll advance it to you.” Emma licked her lips, still hesitant. “Mr. Stephens, do you really want to marry me?” Marcus asked curiously, “Why are you asking that?” Emma guessed, “Is your family pressuring you to get married?” Marcus answered, “They are indeed pushing for it, and a married image would help boost shareholders’ confidence in me, which is good for the company.” Emma sighed with relief. “No wonder. I was thinking, how could a capitalist like you make such a bad deal…” Marcus moved closer to her. “What did you call me?” Emma quickly waved her hands. “Nothing!” Marcus smirked. “You should change my contact name in your phone.” Emma hurriedly said, “I’ll change it right now! Immediately!” She quickly changed “Evil Capitalist” to “The Price Of Art” in her phone, then held it up to Marcus’s face, saying, “Look, I changed it.” Marcus glanced at it, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Emma asked, “What’s wrong?” He took the phone from her hand, did something on the screen for a moment, then handed it back. As the car merged back into traffic, Emma saw that “The Price Of Art” on her WhatsApp screen had been changed to “Hubby.” She exclaimed in surprise, “Mr. Stephens, we’re not even married yet. Isn’t this a bit too obvious?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t we go to city hall right now?” He made a motion as if to turn the car around. Emma quickly stopped him, “No, Mr. Stephens, today won’t work.” Marcus teased, “Tell me, what’s your excuse today?” Emma mumbled, “My ID card is still at his place.” Meanwhile, when Aaron received Emma’s call, he was out shopping with Jane. Jane had changed into a strapless mini dress and was twirling in front of the mirror, deliberately flaunting her sexiness. Seeing Aaron staring at her, she secretly took a photo of him, then a selfie, and posted both to Instagram. The caption read: [Must be Cupid’s blessing that brought you to me.] Two pictures: one of her looking sexy, the other of Aaron gazing at her adoringly. She enjoyed the feeling of having Aaron under her control, her vanity greatly satisfied. However, not long after, Aaron stopped looking at her and frowned as he answered the phone. He said impatiently, “Emma, didn’t I tell you I’m spending these days with Jane? Why are you calling again?” Emma asked directly, “Where’s my ID card?” Aaron asked curiously, “What do you need your ID card for?” Emma said, “I need to get a document.” Aaron continued questioning, “What document?” Jane, not allowing Aaron’s attention to drift away from her, deliberately raised her voice. “Aaron, do I look good in this dress?” Aaron’s attention was drawn back to her. Watching Jane strike cute yet sexy poses for him, Aaron just wanted to end the call quickly. He hurriedly said, “It’s in the third drawer of the cabinet in the living room. I’m busy lately, don’t call me unless it’s important, that’s it, bye.” They were almost at Marcus’s house. Emma thought, “The city hall is about to close today anyway. I’ll go another day.” However, she was now essentially moving into Marcus’s house. Actually, she felt it would be better if she rented her own place. But Marcus insisted, “Since we’re getting married anyway, why should we live separately? If reporters catch us living apart, it would cause a lot of trouble.” In the end, to accommodate Marcus, Emma could only choose to temporarily stay at his house. However, she firmly requested to stay in the guest room. Marcus didn’t force her on this matter. But while Emma was busy putting her clothes into the closet, he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her. He said seriously, “Emma, when I talk about marriage, I mean a real marriage.” Emma didn’t understand his meaning at first and nodded. “I know, we’ll definitely go through the legal procedures, get the actual marriage certificate, so those reporters can’t find anything if they investigate.” Marcus slowly emphasized, “I mean a real marriage, not just the legal formalities, but also the daily life of a husband and wife.” This time Emma understood. Her face turned slightly red, and her movements while organizing her clothes became somewhat awkward. Marcus watched her nervous demeanor and the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” ***** When Aaron returned home, it was already three weeks later. During these three weeks, he had accompanied Jane doing many things she enjoyed—visiting amusement parks together, going out to sea to watch the sunrise, and traveling to the Gobi Desert to gaze at the Milky Way. On the way back, Jane told him, “Aaron, I’m pregnant. “A child can’t be without a father. Would you really let our child be looked down upon by others? “Caleb entrusted me to you to take good care of me. If we raise this child together, and later let the child pay respects to Caleb, even recognizing him as a godfather, wouldn’t that be the perfect solution? “As for Emma, although you two have had a relationship for over a dozen Christmases, you haven’t officially married yet. As long as you’re not married, you’re both single. You marrying someone else has nothing to do with her. “Let her make a fuss if she wants. I’m already carrying your child. She can’t possibly force me to get an abortion, can she?” Hearing the last sentence, Aaron roared, “She wouldn’t dare! If she dares to harm our child, I’ll make her life miserable forever!” Jane snuggled in his arms and said coquettishly, “Aaron, you’re so domineering. No wonder Emma has liked you for so many Christmases. Anyone who sees you would fall for you! Even I…” Listening to these sweet words and flirtations along the way, Aaron’s vanity was greatly satisfied, making him feel elated. However, when he returned home, his feelings were somewhat complicated. Toward Emma, he still felt a twinge of guilt. After opening the door, he found the living room empty and the bedroom door closed. He walked over and knocked. “Emma, are you in there?” No response. He continued, “I’m sorry, but I might have to break my promise again. I’m afraid I can’t marry you. “Jane is pregnant, and I can’t let the child grow up without a father. “I need to take care of them for Caleb’s sake, so I’ll have to disappoint you. “How about this—I’ll give you two thousand dollars as compensation for all these Christmases. “I’ll take your silence as agreement. I’ve calculated it: one hundred dollars per Christmas, and we’ve been together for over a dozen Christmases. Actually, a little over a thousand dollars would be enough, but considering how much you’ve liked me for so many Christmases, I’ll round it up and give you two thousand dollars.” “Emma?” Still no answer. Aaron opened the bedroom door. However, the room was already empty.

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On my seventh Christmas married to Isaac Johnson, his first love, Rosalie Graham, came back. Rosalie was a famous actress. She stood at our doorstep in tears, completely soaked from the rain. “Isaac, I had a fight with him. I have nowhere else to go…” The usually gentle and refined Isaac smashed a glass for the first time. “I’m going to confront him right now!” Even my seven-year-old son, Todd Johnson, dropped his toys and rushed over. “Rosalie, don’t cry. I’ll marry you when I grow up!” While they were both eagerly trying to cheer her up, I was stranded at the supermarket entrance during a sudden downpour, and none of them answered my calls. Just then, a taxi slowly pulled up in front of me. “Ma’am, where would you like to go?” I looked down at the shopping bags in my hand, then glanced at my bank balance on my phone—I only had five hundred dollars left. So I asked, “How far can I get with five hundred dollars?” ***** “Five hundred dollars? That’s enough to get you to another state.” The driver turned to look at me. “Would you like to go to Chicago?” I nodded. Honestly, I felt like anywhere would do. The driver glanced at me again. I was wearing casual clothes and carrying a large bag with three ice cream containers visible inside. “If you’re going to Chicago, three hundred dollars will be enough. Do you have any other luggage? I can help you with it.” I quickly interrupted him: “No, just this. Let’s go now.” The driver didn’t ask anything else. As soon as I got in, we departed. “It’ll take us five hours to reach Chicago. Hold on tight.” I nodded slightly and looked down at my shopping bag. The ice cream pressed against my calf through the plastic bag, making me shiver from the cold. I suddenly felt my decision was too impulsive. Since last night, Todd had been telling me he wanted chocolate ice cream. Before I left home today, Isaac specifically told me: “Rosalie and I want some too. With you and Todd, that makes four—so buy four.” When I hurriedly arrived at the supermarket, the owner told me there were only three containers left. I didn’t know how to divide three ice creams among four people. It was too difficult, so I decided to just run away. As I was thinking, my stomach suddenly growled. I took out the only edible ice cream and scooped a spoonful. “Have you forgotten again that you can’t eat cold things on an empty stomach?” For a moment, I thought I saw Isaac standing in front of me, looking down with a helpless sigh. My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the ice cream. Defiantly, I dug out a huge spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth. “Did you have a fight with your husband, so you’re running away from home?” the driver asked, watching me through the rearview mirror, trying to make conversation. Isaac has a gentle personality. For the seven Christmases we’ve been married, we’ve always treated each other with respect. I shook my head. “We didn’t fight. We’re getting divorced.” The driver immediately became interested. “What happened? Did he cheat on you?” I was stunned, thinking: “What did happen? Was it because Isaac acted as Rosalie’s bodyguard at the airport two weeks ago? Was it because Todd gave her a handmade bracelet the day before yesterday? Or was it because of the three ice creams that put me in a difficult position today?” Actually, none of these were the real reason. Looking at the passing night scenery outside the window, I suddenly came to my senses. “It was because of a sandwich. This morning’s sandwich was particularly salty, and I suddenly felt that this kind of life was meaningless.” The driver looked incredulous. “Just because of that?” I nodded and calmly replied, “Just that.”

A week ago on a rainy night, my doorbell suddenly rang. Rosalie stood outside, completely soaked, like a rose wilted by the downpour. “Isaac, I have nowhere else to go.” That night, Isaac was working the night shift at the hospital, swamped with patients in the emergency room. The recent bad weather had caused numerous traffic accidents, and patients were being brought in one after another. He didn’t even have time to eat the dinner I’d brought him. Only today did he finally relax a bit and take me to see a doctor after I’d been running a high fever for three days. I sat beside him with an IV drip when a nurse pushed open the door and teased, “Well, do you still get sick even with Dr. Johnson by your side?” Isaac was writing medical records with his head down. Hearing this, he smiled helplessly. “Todd was being playful the other day and insisted on dragging her out in the rain, so she caught a fever.” Just then, Todd’s distinctive ringtone sounded urgently. Isaac had barely answered when Todd shouted, “Dad! A beautiful woman came to our house looking for you. She says her name is Rosalie!” At the sound of that name, Isaac’s hand suddenly froze, causing ink to immediately spread across the medical record. Todd was still urging him on the other end of the call. Isaac practically jumped out of his chair and rushed out. The nurse and I exchanged awkward glances in the examination room, and I didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Not long after, Isaac hurried back with an umbrella. He hadn’t returned because he remembered I was still awkwardly waiting in the exam room, but because he suddenly recalled that I had the house keys. “I’m sorry, Nicole. I forgot in my rush.” He was out of breath, but he didn’t forget to give me an umbrella to shield me from the wind and rain. Being good to Rosalie had long been Isaac’s habit. “I’m sorry, Isaac.” Rosalie was drying her wet hair with the towel Isaac had given her. “Charlie and I had a fight. I really don’t know where I could have gone if not for you.” “Thank goodness you came here!” The usually gentle Isaac raised his voice for the first time. “You’re already three months pregnant, yet you’re out in the rain. Why don’t you take better care of yourself? “What’s wrong with Charlie? I need to talk to him!” Todd bounced around Rosalie, his eyes wide with excitement. “Rosalie, you’re so pretty! You smell so nice!” Rosalie smiled and patted his head, saying, “You look just like Isaac, so now I’ll have two Isaacs keeping me company.” Todd was even more delighted to hear this. He happily said, “When I grow up, I want to marry you and be good to you for life!” Rosalie couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at Isaac. “Look at your son! He has good taste just like you.” Isaac smiled without responding, then slowly walked over to me. Then, he lowered his voice and said, “She’s physically weak and pregnant, so she needs to eat healthy for now. But she needs nutrition, so make sure we have plenty of eggs and meat.” I nodded silently, feeling dejected inside. “How many days should I prepare food for her?” “What do you mean by that? You’re a mother too. Can’t you be more understanding of her situation?” I pouted, feeling even more wronged. He’d forgotten I was still running a fever. Isaac sighed, pulled me into his arms, and comforted me, “Go make dinner for now. In a couple of days, I’ll have Charlie take Rosalie back, okay?” Seeing I was still upset, he kissed my cheek. “Your birthday is coming up in a few days. Todd bought some craft supplies; he says he wants to surprise you.” I turned to look at Todd and couldn’t help but smile. “Did he use his allowance? He’s always trying to get a few extra dollars from me.” “What’s allowance compared to his mom’s birthday? Of course that’s most important. But don’t ask what it is—I promised him I’d keep it a secret.” I blinked and happily said, “I promise.” Actually, I’d already seen it. The other day, Todd’s door wasn’t completely closed, and as I passed by, I glimpsed him sitting on the floor, carefully stringing together a bracelet.

Charlie received a filming notice for a new movie, requiring him to focus entirely on shooting for a month. During this time, no one could disturb him unless it was extremely important—even the news of Rosalie’s pregnancy didn’t qualify as significant in his eyes. “Nicole, just hang in there for a few more days, okay?” I just nodded reluctantly. I had no choice but to endure. Perhaps I was being oversensitive, but I had a nagging feeling that Rosalie wasn’t friendly toward me. Although on the surface she seemed respectful, offering to help when I cooked, and even being the first to express delight after I finished cooking, praising my culinary skills. “Nicole, you’re so talented at cooking. No wonder Isaac and Todd love you so much!” After hearing this, both Isaac and Todd thought she was genuinely complimenting me. But then one day, Todd, who had always loved my cooking the most, suddenly threw his plate down. “I don’t want to eat Mom’s food, I want pizza!” Looking at the scattered pieces on the floor, I couldn’t help but scold him: “Why are you being so picky? Healthy eating is important! Who taught you to throw plates to rebel against me?” Todd didn’t feel he’d done anything wrong. Instead, he lifted his head and stared at me defiantly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. At that moment, Rosalie walked over, put her arm around Todd’s shoulders, and said softly, “Nicole, please don’t be so harsh with Todd. It’s normal for him to want something different occasionally—it won’t affect his health.” Todd immediately backed her up loudly: “That’s right! Mom, you don’t understand me at all. Why are you my mom? I want Rosalie to be my mom!” I froze, unable to process what I’d just heard. Even Isaac, who had just come out of the kitchen carrying dishes, was stunned, then silently turned away. I lowered my head and cried quietly. When I was pregnant with Todd, I had severe morning sickness, vomiting and having diarrhea all day. I became extremely thin—even in late pregnancy, my belly still looked small. Isaac was so worried about me that he got a vasectomy before I even gave birth, saying that having Todd was enough for us. Since then, whenever Todd misbehaved, Isaac would seriously tell him: “Don’t make your mom angry. She suffered greatly to bring you into this world.” Back then, Todd would always lie gently on my stomach and quietly apologize to me. The next day was my birthday. I specially prepared a table full of Isaac’s favorite dishes, along with the pizza Todd had been craving. The noon sunlight poured into the house, making me feel warm. I sat quietly at the dining table waiting for them to return. Then, I suddenly shivered. When I opened my eyes, the house was completely dark. At that moment, Isaac turned on the lights. I saw Rosalie holding Todd’s hand, and on her wrist was the bracelet Todd had made himself. Seeing the table full of food and my surprised expression, Isaac hurriedly explained that they had only gone out for a walk, but Rosalie was having such a good time that they didn’t want to spoil her fun, so they forgot to come back. Isaac said he hadn’t intentionally forgotten my birthday, and that Todd’s bracelet wasn’t meant for Rosalie. “Quick, give the bracelet back to Mom,” Isaac said. But Todd instead gripped Rosalie’s hand tighter and loudly objected: “I meant to give it to Rosalie! She’s so good to me!” “Mom won’t even let me eat pizza. She’s so mean!” Isaac sternly reprimanded Todd, telling him to apologize to me. In contrast, Rosalie gently told Isaac not to blame Todd. The three of them went back and forth, making me feel like an outsider. I lowered my head, looked at the pizza on the table, and without hesitation grabbed it and threw it into the trash. All three of them stared at me, completely stunned. Isaac cautiously asked, “Nicole?” Todd was dumbfounded. “Mom, was that pizza?” For the first time, I didn’t want to acknowledge them. I turned around and dumped all the food into the garbage as well. I had completely lost my appetite for dinner. I went back to my room, locked the door, and wouldn’t let anyone in. Early the next morning, I only made a sandwich for myself. Perhaps I was too distraught from crying, as I put too much salt on the bacon. I took a few bites, couldn’t stand it anymore, and cried as I threw up all the food. I had completely lost my appetite. I also didn’t want to live with them anymore.

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After my husband’s friend Harold Thornton passed away, his wife Natalie Franco posted a pregnancy test report on Instagram with the caption: [Thank you for your sperm that gave me my own baby.] When I saw my husband Ian Garcia’s name clearly written in the husband column, I silently typed a question mark in the comment section. Immediately, Ian called me. He yelled at me, “She’s just a lonely widow who wants a child to keep her company. Why don’t you have any compassion?” “Besides, Harold was my best friend. Since he’s gone, I have to take care of his wife. Do you understand what loyalty to friends means?” Not long after, Ian posted photos of a penthouse apartment with the caption: [So glad to have you by my side, making me feel the warmth of family again.] Looking at Ian’s back as he busied himself in the kitchen in the photo, I finally realized our marriage needed to end. ***** When Ian returned home, I had just scheduled my surgery for tomorrow. In our five Christmases of marriage, we never had children of our own, until a few days ago when I found out I was two months pregnant. I had planned to surprise him on our anniversary, but now it seemed he no longer needed that. Ian walked in carrying a lunch box, casually placed it on the table, and leaned in to hug me. “Honey, I bought you clam chowder. Enjoy it.” I glanced at the nearly empty cod and vegetables in the lunch box and found it laughable. I suspected it was someone else’s leftovers. I turned away from his touch and pushed the lunch box aside. “I’m not hungry.” Ian thought I was sulking, and he actually scooped a spoonful and held it to my lips. “Honey, stop being difficult. Isn’t this your favorite?” The fishy smell of the clam chowder hit me, and I couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom to retch. He followed me, trying to pat my back, but I pushed his hand away, glaring at him, and shouted, “Don’t touch me!” After I repeatedly rejected Ian, he became completely enraged and raised his voice, saying, “What do you want from me? I’m trying to comfort you. Isn’t that enough? “I haven’t even confronted you about your sarcastic comment, but now you’re throwing a tantrum!” His self-righteous attitude made it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. I looked at him in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, “Am I supposed to smile and congratulate another woman for carrying my husband’s child?” Ian irritably tugged at his tie. “After Harold died, Natalie wanted a child to keep her company. Is that wrong? As Harold’s best friend, of course I have the responsibility and obligation to take care of his wife and help fulfill all her wishes.” “Besides, we didn’t sleep together. I just donated sperm. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it? “You’re being an unreasonable, jealous woman!” I wondered why he called me jealous. When Harold first passed away, I also felt sorry for Natalie being widowed at such a young age, so I often invited her over for dinner. And whenever her appliances broke down, Ian and I would go help her fix them. I remember her saying tearfully, “If only Harold were still here, I wouldn’t have to trouble you both.” Then, I smiled and comforted her, “It’s no problem. It’s just a small thing.” Ian nodded firmly, claiming that whenever Natalie needed help, he would be there for her without hesitation. At the time, I thought Ian was doing this for Harold, but gradually, things started to feel off. Without my knowledge, he began going to the supermarket alone to carry groceries for her, helping install shoe racks at her place, and even buying ointment for her when she got burned. Yet, he never bothered to do these things for me at home. When I expressed dissatisfaction, he always used the excuse that he was just taking care of his good friend’s wife, and I couldn’t argue with that. I never imagined he would even help Natalie have a child. Why had he never considered that the child would call him dad and Natalie mom? What did that make me as his wife? And what about our future children? I had originally wanted to talk things through with him, but after hearing his accusations over the phone, I instantly lost that thought. Now, seeing his unrepentant attitude, I felt there was no point in saying anything more. Ian vented all his frustrations and finally said, “You should reflect on yourself. Don’t be so petty!” With a bang, he slammed the door and left. It was already so late, but where he was going was obvious. Sure enough, Natalie soon updated her Instagram. In the photo, Ian had his hand on her swollen belly with the caption: [Daddy came to be with us tonight. He says this is where he feels the warmth of home.] Looking at the photo, I couldn’t help but mock myself for being so foolish, only now seeing clearly our marriage that had ended long ago. Actually, from the moment Ian became so attentive to Natalie, I should have understood it all. Since that’s the case, I plan to cut my losses.

Early the next morning, I came to the hospital alone. As I was sitting on a bench in the hallway waiting for my surgery, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Ian carefully helping Natalie walk out of the ultrasound room. Afterward, they sat down on chairs to examine the ultrasound report. Natalie pointed at the report and said something in a soft voice, while Ian listened with intense focus, occasionally taking notes on his phone. Seeing this scene, I instinctively touched my abdomen and couldn’t help but shed tears. I didn’t want to disturb them to avoid embarrassing myself. However, just as I was about to turn and leave, Ian suddenly looked up and saw me. He frowned, his tone clearly displeased: “Are you stalking me?” Before I could answer, Natalie gently tugged at his sleeve and said anxiously, “Ian, did Eleanor misunderstand? Should I go explain things to her? I don’t want to affect your relationship.” As she pretended to stand up and walk toward me, Ian immediately pressed his hand on her shoulder. He said firmly, “You’re pregnant. Stay here. I’ll talk to Eleanor.” I had no interest in their emotional performance and turned to leave. However, Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist, causing me to stumble unexpectedly and nearly fall. When I finally regained my balance and looked up, I saw Ian’s face filled with anger. “Eleanor, I made myself very clear last night, but why don’t you understand? You even came to the hospital!” I forcefully pulled my hand away, immediately revealing a bruise on my wrist. “Sorry, I don’t have time to stalk you. You’re overthinking.” Ian clearly didn’t believe me and coldly asked, “Why are you at the hospital?” I waved the payment receipt in my hand and calmly said, “Just seeing a doctor.” He frowned deeply: “Are you sick? Why don’t I know about this?” As he reached for my receipt, Natalie suddenly stepped forward, tears streaming down her face, and grabbed my hand. “Eleanor, after Harold left, I was so lonely. I just wanted a child to keep me company, so I asked Ian for help. I never intended to ruin your relationship.” If Natalie just wanted a child, she could have chosen from a sperm bank, but she specifically used Ian’s. Moreover, she treated me and Ian completely differently. I realized that once you wake up, you notice countless details that were previously overlooked. I suppressed the mockery in my eyes and silently withdrew my hand. Unexpectedly, Natalie suddenly cried out and fell backward. Ian immediately rushed forward to catch her in his arms, looking panicked. “Natalie, are you okay?” Natalie tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears welling in her eyes. “Ian, I’m fine, I just didn’t expect Eleanor to…” In an instant, Ian’s eyes filled with rage as he looked at me. “Eleanor! Do you know Natalie is pregnant? How can you be so vicious?” I hadn’t expected Natalie to use such tactics, nor that Ian would believe her without hesitation. I looked at them coldly: “I didn’t push her.” My words only made Ian angrier. “I saw it with my own eyes. Are you still trying to deny it? Thankfully I caught Natalie in time, otherwise if anything had happened to her, I would never let you off the hook! “I was planning to wait for you after your doctor’s appointment so we could go home together, but now you can go back by yourself. I need to take Natalie home!” As he carefully held Natalie and turned to leave, I suddenly called out to him, watching his anxious demeanor. “Ian, if I told you I’m pregnant, and that I was planning to give up this baby today, would you stay?”

Ian suddenly froze in place. Natalie clutched her stomach, glanced at Ian, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Ian turned to look at me coldly. “Eleanor, there’s no need to use such a cheap trick to deceive me. No matter what, I won’t abandon Natalie.” With that, the two walked away together, not sparing me a single glance. In that moment, I was completely devastated. An unwanted child should never come into this world. A marriage with cracks will eventually fall apart. When I returned home after the procedure, my house was still shrouded in darkness. For several days in a row, he didn’t come back. I didn’t call to ask about Ian’s whereabouts, just quietly rested at home while contacting a lawyer about divorce proceedings. I saw Ian again on Natalie’s Instagram. The man who always despised taking photos was now wearing cartoon headbands in maternity photoshoots with Natalie. In the photos, they tenderly caressed Natalie’s swollen belly and gazed at each other lovingly, every bit the devoted couple awaiting the arrival of their new life. This time, I silently gave her post a like. After days of silence, Ian suddenly called, asking me to dinner at the Garcia estate that evening. Recently, I had almost finished packing all my belongings, and my lawyer had drafted the divorce agreement. I thought it was time to tell Ian and his family, so I agreed. When I arrived at the Garcia estate, I noticed that my usual seat at the table had been taken by Natalie. Ian’s mother Katherine was warmly holding Natalie’s hand and laughing with her—this aristocratic woman who hadn’t smiled at me once in five Christmases was now laughing heartily. Katherine had always disapproved of me, and my failure to conceive over five Christmases had only made her more critical. I had thought our relationship might improve after I became pregnant, but now I saw that was unnecessary. Seeing me arrive, Natalie put on a pretend apologetic smile. “Eleanor, when Mrs. Katherine found out I was pregnant, she insisted I come to the Garcia estate. She said she could take care of me, please don’t think too much of it…” I couldn’t be bothered with her little games and simply pulled out a chair to sit down. Katherine looked me up and down while gently patting Natalie’s hand, then said meaningfully, “Eleanor, you’ve been married to Ian for five Christmases without conceiving, and I’ve run out of patience. Poor Natalie, her husband died so young. Thankfully, Ian has been taking care of her. Now that she’s carrying Ian’s child, you wouldn’t mind if I invited her to live here, would you?” Katherine appeared to be consulting me, but she was actually warning me—something I was all too familiar with. However, Natalie and anything related to the Garcia family were no longer my concern. I nodded lightly and responded, “Of course not.” Hearing this, Katherine glanced at me with slight surprise. Seeing me so calm and without anger, she finally smiled. “I’m glad you understand. After all, we can’t be without descendants.” “Fortunately, Ian is a man who values relationships, otherwise I wouldn’t have a grandchild so soon,” Katherine said while gently caressing Natalie’s belly, her face radiating undisguised joy. However, I found it extremely ironic. I thought to myself: “Ian values relationships?” If Harold discovered from heaven that Ian’s so-called looking after his wife meant getting Natalie pregnant, he would be furious. Seeing my continued silence, Natalie timidly stole a glance at me. Then, she said softly, “Eleanor, are you still angry at me and Ian? I just wanted a child of my own. I was too lonely and scared at home.” As she spoke, Natalie began to sob quietly, as if she had been greatly wronged. Seeing this, Katherine quickly pulled out tissues to wipe her tears. Then, she glared at me and said, “Eleanor, you’ve never been pregnant, so you have no right to be angry. The child Natalie is carrying is a Garcia family descendant. You can’t stop it!” I coldly watched their performance and said sarcastically, “Fine, I’ll make room for Natalie. This way, as soon as her child is born, it can rightfully call her ‘mom’ and Ian ‘dad.’” I wanted to say more, but Natalie suddenly stood in front of me, gripping my arm tightly, crying with tears streaming down her face, “Eleanor, I know you hate me, but the baby is innocent. You can’t hurt my little one.” I even suspected something was wrong with her mind. Just as I frowned and was about to push her away, an angry shout came. “Stop it!” Ian had just walked in and saw Natalie crying in front of me, saying her child was innocent, so he immediately assumed I was forcing her to give up the baby. Without thinking, Ian kicked me hard in the abdomen. I fell heavily to the ground along with the chair. My uterus, already fragile from the terminated pregnancy, couldn’t withstand his kick. In an instant, I felt my body go cold, as if plunged into ice. My vision darkened, and a dull pain spread through my lower abdomen. I could faintly hear Ian’s angry curses. “Eleanor! How dare you force Natalie to give up this child? Weren’t you satisfied with what happened at the hospital last time? You’re so vicious!” Fighting through the intense pain, I stood up shakily, took out the divorce papers from my bag, and threw them in his face. “Ian, let’s get divorced!” As he stared at me in shock, I staggered toward the front door, but before I could take two steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed again. In the last moment before losing consciousness, I heard someone frantically shouting: “Why is Mrs. Garcia bleeding so much?” “Call an ambulance, quick!” “Eleanor!”

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On my tenth Christmas, because I begged my brother Jacob Cox to come home for my birthday, he died in that plane crash, his body never found. Since then, my parents have resented me. They blamed me for Jacob’s death, forcing me to visit his memorial every Christmas to repent. Eight Christmases passed. Just when I thought I’d spend my entire life atoning, I was stalked and killed by a criminal on my eighteenth birthday. Before dying, I desperately tried to message my mom Elizabeth Morgan for help, but she harshly accused me: “You just don’t want to atone, always lying! If you hadn’t forced him to come back, Jacob wouldn’t have died. This is the punishment you deserve!” The call ended abruptly. I stared blankly at the darkened screen, suddenly losing all will to survive. I thought maybe I really shouldn’t be alive. But later, Jacob—who should have been dead for eight Christmases—returned with his pregnant fiancée. When they learned of my death, they were devastated. ***** On my tenth birthday, I made a fatal mistake—I caused my own brother’s death. I grew up in a happy family with loving parents and an exceptional brother, cherished by everyone. But all that vanished with one phone call. That day was my birthday. I called Jacob, wanting him to come home to celebrate with me. Instead, he died in a plane crash, his body never recovered. From that moment on, my parents despised me. They told me repeatedly: “Why did you force Jacob to come back? Why couldn’t it have been you who died?” That accident didn’t just kill Jacob—it killed me too. Guilt, remorse, and my parents’ accusations pushed me into an abyss. I questioned myself countless times: “Why did I ask Jacob to come back? Why did God take Jacob?” If I hadn’t called him that day, he might never have died. Regret was useless, and no one would give me answers. From my tenth birthday onward, I lived in atonement. Every Christmas, on the anniversary of the crash—my birthday—my parents made me visit the cemetery to repent. I endured this for eight Christmases. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get more miserable, the “Devil in the Rain” found me and brutally murdered me. Even then, I fought desperately to survive. I pulled out the stun gun my father Richard Cox had given me, disguised as an adorable white lamb. Years ago, because of Richard’s work, he’d made enemies. Once, Elizabeth and I were kidnapped, and she was dragged dozens of yards by a vehicle trying to save me. Richard took a knife to the chest for us. We only survived with help from the police. After that, Richard gave me a pendant containing a high-voltage stun gun. After teaching me how to use it, he told me: “I can’t always be there to protect you. You must keep yourself safe.” When the criminal caught me, I desperately activated the stun gun and lunged at him, but it malfunctioned. I lost my last chance at survival. To this day, I vividly remember everything I endured. Wrenches, pliers, axes—each tool used mercilessly on my body. My terrified expressions became the killer’s stimulant. The pain made me sob uncontrollably, losing control of my bodily functions. I never imagined bone-breaking sounds could be so loud, echoing clearly in my ears. I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I had become a ghost. I was shocked to find myself in the police station. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared as Richard, dressed in his work clothes, looked at the body with eyes full of compassion. Several young forensic experts surrounded him. On the table lay a bag containing a body that had been cut into pieces. Sheriff Michael Hunt and his team had worked hard to find the body bag before the heavy rain could soak it. I never thought my death would be discovered so quickly. Perhaps God took pity on me, allowing a homeless man to find a bag of flesh while rummaging through garbage, which led to the discovery of my fingers. A heavy downpour had set the stage for this brutal dismemberment case. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared as rain poured down in torrents. All police officers, accompanied by K-9 units, were searching throughout the city. Michael was furious. This brutal dismemberment case matched the method of the “Rain Demon” from seven or eight years ago. He asked, “Richard, don’t you think this case resembles the work of the ‘Rain Demon’ from eight years ago?” Richard’s face darkened. The “Rain Demon” was a killer who specifically chose rainy days to commit his crimes. He particularly enjoyed torturing and killing young women, destroying countless happy families. Back then, Richard had finally gathered enough evidence and was ready to arrest the “Rain Demon.” But the “Rain Demon” fled after becoming aware of the investigation, and to seek revenge, he sabotaged the plane Jacob was on, dying alongside him. Their remains have never been found. Michael immediately thought of the “Rain Demon.” If he hadn’t died, he would certainly return for revenge. He warned Richard, “Richard, if it really is the ‘Rain Demon,’ you must ensure Elizabeth and Penelope stay safe. Most importantly, protect Penelope. She was the ‘Rain Demon’s’ chosen target!” But upon hearing my name, Richard coldly replied, “She should have died long ago.” My heart ached. I should have died long ago. These eight years were a life I had stolen. Michael knew about the plane crash from years ago, and wanted to comfort Richard, but said nothing. Back then, after learning of Jacob’s death, Richard and Elizabeth searched for him on the mountain where the plane crashed for three days and nights. In the end, they knelt by the roadside, begging God to bless Jacob. The pain of losing their son was something they could never overcome. Michael sighed, “Richard, don’t think too much about it. This case is getting a lot of attention, and we’re under tremendous pressure!” Richard understood his meaning and began working. He carefully removed the pieces of flesh from the bag, cursing the cruel killer. Some young forensic experts were seeing such a body for the first time and were shocked. However, the most important task now was to identify the victim. After officers brought back all the body fragments they could find, Richard began piecing together the body’s shape. I floated beside him, watching as he spent an entire day reconstructing a skinless body. I felt somewhat relieved. I knew my death was gruesome and worried that Richard would be horrified if he recognized me. I was also grateful that my guilt-ridden life had finally ended. Michael looked at the body on the table with a serious expression. He asked Richard if the killer did this to avoid leaving evidence or out of psychological perversion. After a long pause, Richard replied in a hoarse voice, “He wasn’t afraid of leaving evidence. According to our tests, the victim was skinned while still alive.” Clenching his fists, he said, “He did this purely out of rage!” Pointing at my body, he continued, “Look, this body even shows signs of salt corrosion! The killer tortured the victim by cutting off her flesh piece by piece!” Richard lamented sorrowfully, “This was just a young girl, 16 to 20 years old! It’s too cruel!” Floating beside Richard, I couldn’t help but applaud him. He truly deserved his reputation as the city’s best medical examiner, able to accurately determine my cause of death. Michael angrily cursed the killer, then said, “We’re currently investigating reports of missing females between 16 and 20 years old in the past two days, hoping to quickly identify the victim.”

Hearing this, Richard seemed to remember something and added, “By the way, the killer’s evidence bag containing the victim’s remains is missing the right leg bone. It’s very likely that the leg bone had features that could identify the victim, such as a congenital deformity, old injury, or surgical marks. And since the victim’s facial area was corroded by acidic solution, reconstructing the face will take time.” He sighed and removed his gloves. Next to Richard’s hand lay the blood-stained lamb pendant. Clearly, he had forgotten that he once gave it to me. After finishing his work, Richard checked his phone and angrily called Elizabeth. “Did you see the message Penelope sent? That liar, making up such stories. She’s deliberately trying to upset us!” Richard was visibly furious. “She knows perfectly well that if she hadn’t insisted Jacob go on that camping trip, he wouldn’t have been killed by that serial killer. And now Penelope claims she’s being followed!” I watched Richard’s face flush with anger, feeling sad. I thought, “Dad, I wasn’t lying. I really am dead. I would never use the killer who murdered my brother to deliberately hurt you. I would never do something like that. I was truly desperate when I sent you that message asking for help.” But Richard couldn’t see me, and neither could Elizabeth. Elizabeth responded with rage, “I saw her message too and ignored it. She’s clearly trying to avoid responsibility. She shows absolutely no remorse!” I listened to their accusations against me and covered my ears in distress. Just when I thought they would never learn of my death, my good friend Tiffany Edwards rushed into the police station to report that I had been missing for two days. However, as the officer was about to record the information, Richard stopped them, saying, “That won’t be necessary. I’m Penelope’s father. She’s not missing at all—she’s just trying to manipulate me and her mother…” Hearing this, the officer looked uncomfortably at Tiffany. Knowing Richard’s position, he could only turn and walk away. I watched Tiffany leave the station, devastated, as tears streamed down my face. I wanted to run after her but found myself trapped beside Richard. I watched him process my skull sample and followed him home after work. The dinner table was set as usual with roasted ribs, fried chicken, and cheese-baked lobster. Elizabeth remembered Jacob’s favorites but never cared about my dairy allergy. Once at the dinner table, Richard asked why I wasn’t eating the cheese-baked lobster. I thought he was finally showing concern for me. Gathering my courage, I said, “Dad, I’m allergic to dairy…” Elizabeth slammed down her knife and pointed at me, yelling, “You’re so ungrateful! I work hard to prepare dinner and now I’m wrong for doing that?” I looked helplessly at Richard, the hero I once thought would protect me. This time, my hero simply cut a large piece of cheese and put it on my plate, saying, “Don’t upset your mother.” Under their pressure, I eventually ate the entire cheese-baked lobster. That night, my throat swelled until I could barely breathe, my vision blurred, and my entire body burned and itched. “Help… help me…” My voice was hoarse. I stumbled toward the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Fear instantly overwhelmed me. I banged on the door, desperately trying to make noise. “Help me… Dad, Mom… I don’t want to die…” In my daze, I heard Elizabeth’s voice from the living room. She said, “It’s just an allergic reaction, she won’t die. Good thing I locked the door. She’s always playing the victim! Last night Jacob came to me in a dream saying he wanted the new gaming console. Let’s go now before the mall closes.” I screamed silently, “No! Mom, Dad, don’t leave me! I don’t want to die, please help me…” With the slam of the front door, I was completely abandoned. I thought, “This is it, maybe death won’t hurt anymore.” I curled up in the corner waiting to die. I could hear the downstairs neighbor talking with his daughter. “Sweetheart, didn’t you know you’re allergic to nuts? That was so dangerous!” “I’m sorry, Dad. It was an accident. Don’t tell Mom.” “Your mom already knows. She was so worried her back pain flared up, but she still made your favorite apple pie. All that matters is that you’re safe.” Like a beggar peering at someone else’s happiness, I craved the warmth that wasn’t mine, both greedy and self-destructive. In that moment, I felt unbearable shame with nowhere to hide. I wanted parents who cared about me too, who would prepare food I liked, who would love me. But I was just the sinner who caused Jacob’s death, undeserving of love. But I really didn’t want to die… I didn’t die that day. At the last moment, I jumped out the window to escape and was taken to the hospital for treatment. The doctor said I was lucky to have arrived in time; a little later and my life would have been in danger. A woman beside me, taking care of her daughter, said to me, “It’s good you’re okay. Otherwise, your parents would be so worried!” I looked at the girl enviously. My lonely silhouette reflected in the glass. Comforting myself, and as if announcing to everyone, I laughed loudly and said, “Yes, my dad and mom love me very, very much.” Suddenly, the hospital door was pushed open forcefully. I saw Richard and Elizabeth rushing toward me. Feeling hurt, I struggled to sit up despite the pain, tears flowing as I said, “Dad, Mom…” I wanted to say, “I’m so scared, I was really afraid of dying… Could you hug me? Even just once, just once would be enough…” Elizabeth grabbed my collar and slammed me from the bed to the floor. The IV needle was ripped out. My hand was bleeding. She said, “You slut! You’re deliberately playing the victim, making yourself look allergic and jumping out windows for everyone to see. Are you trying to tell everyone that your father and I mistreated you, to ruin our reputation? Why didn’t you just jump and die?” I curled up as my body was kicked again and again. I didn’t want to hurt them; I just didn’t want to die… I knew the height of the third floor wouldn’t kill me, but I underestimated how much Richard and Elizabeth despised me. I saw Richard leaning against the wall, coldly watching as Elizabeth beat me. The woman who had spoken to me earlier was holding her daughter, comforting her. The crowd gathered at the door looked at me with contempt and disdain, as if saying I was a vicious child. The illusion of being loved that I had just mustered the courage to create was completely shattered in front of everyone. Richard and Elizabeth didn’t love me. They hated me the most… After that, they cut off my living expenses. I applied for boarding school. Every day I ate one-dollar sandwiches and free soup from the cafeteria. At night, I slept in a sixteen-person dorm room with just a sheet on the bed. The few hundred dollars in housing fees depleted my scholarship money each semester. As I moved up to middle school and high school, the boarding fees increased. I could only study day and night, hoping to achieve excellent results each time to win scholarships to sustain myself. I always thought that if I became more excellent, I would eventually make Richard and Elizabeth love me again. The reality was, when I brought home my nearly all-A report card and was praised by visiting neighbors, Elizabeth immediately retorted, “She’s stupid, nowhere near as good as Jacob. She couldn’t possibly score this well.” Then she slapped me across the face and scolded, “You cheated on the test, didn’t you?” My face hurt, and so did my heart. I wished I could disappear. Later, when the counselor confirmed my grades to Elizabeth, she merely glanced at the report card torn to pieces in the trash can and said disdainfully, “What’s there to show off about? Jacob got A+ in every subject. You’re so useless. How embarrassing!” Along with that shredded report card, my heart was broken too. Richard and Elizabeth liked smart children like Jacob, so I tried hard to become like Jacob. I studied even harder. I suffered from eczema, chilblains, allergies, over and over again. Coming out of the SAT exam, I finally had a chance to prove I was as excellent as Jacob. I thought, “Will Dad and Mom start loving me now…?” But I died before receiving my acceptance letter. Until death, I never became the child loved by Richard and Elizabeth, never as excellent as Jacob. I looked at the seat they kept for Jacob and ate in silence. This scene repeated day after day for eight years. I thought, “I’m the one who killed Jacob and made Richard and Elizabeth like this. I should go to hell.” The doorbell rang, and a voice from my memories sounded. “Dad, Mom, I’m back with my fiancée!” I saw the usually cautious Richard shatter a plate. The usually volatile Elizabeth collapsed in her chair, tears streaming down her face, repeatedly asking Richard, “Is it him? Is it him?” Richard rushed to the door, taking a long time before opening it. Standing outside was a tall man, and I saw him. He was my brother who should have been dead for eight years.

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We’ve been dating for five years, and my lawyer fiancé, Aaron Moore, has canceled our wedding for the fifty-second time. During our first wedding, his law firm intern, Nicole Williams, messed up some case files. He rushed back to the office, leaving me alone on the beach all day. At our second wedding, halfway through the ceremony, he heard Nicole was being hassled by another lawyer. He immediately went to her rescue, leaving me to face the guests’ snickers alone. After that, no matter when I scheduled our wedding, Nicole would always have some emergency that required Aaron’s help. Finally, heartbroken, I decided to end the relationship. The day I was preparing to leave Los Angeles, Aaron anxiously searched the entire city for me. ***** Today is my fifty-second wedding attempt with Aaron. This time, I didn’t invite any friends—only our families are present. I’m running a high fever but still confirming final details with the wedding planner, while Aaron couldn’t care less about any of it. In the makeup room, he’s busy applying ice to Nicole’s ankle, who rushed here despite her sprain. My parents see this and shake their heads in disappointment. “He’s never cared about your feelings.” Everyone knows how much this wedding means to me and how I hoped for a perfect ending. But just as the ceremony is about to begin, Aaron, who should be waiting at the altar, cancels our wedding yet again. I chase after him, but he stops me, saying, “Nicole’s ankle has gotten worse. I need to take her to the ER. Let’s cancel the wedding. Next time, I promise I won’t leave.” With that, Aaron shakes off my hand and helps Nicole into the passenger seat. We’ve been together for five years, and this is the fifty-second time he’s canceled our wedding because of Nicole. In the past, I would have hysterically demanded to know why he always leaves during our weddings, but this time I just stand quietly aside and smile, saying, “It’s okay. Nicole’s injury can’t wait.” Aaron pauses, seemingly surprised by my agreement. He says, “I’m glad you understand. I’ll bring you your favorite red velvet cake tonight.” I nod, watching him drive away before dropping my smile. He forgot that I hate red velvet cake—I hate all sweets. The one who loves red velvet cake isn’t me. Once, he bought cake to cheer me up. I couldn’t bear to refuse, so I reluctantly took a bite and only afterward told him I disliked sweets. Aaron immediately pulled out his phone and made a note, saying he would never forget. Yet in just five years, he has forgotten. The scorching sun burns my skin, but my heart feels cold. I laugh bitterly, return to the church to announce the cancellation, and publicly cut to pieces the wedding dress I’ve worn fifty-two times. I know it’s time to cut off these five years of feelings as well.

Eventually, my parents stayed to persuade me, “Why don’t you come back to Boston with us?” This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to convince me to return. I slumped on the couch, looking up to see the hopeful expressions on my parents’ faces. They were the founders of Boston’s largest law firm, and it was their influence that led me to become a lawyer. Originally, they had planned for me to intern at the family firm after graduation, but because I met Aaron in college, I followed him to Los Angeles instead. He grew up on a Midwestern farm and hated when people mentioned my privileged background. So for five years, I never told him about my family background. In his eyes, I was just an ordinary person. Over those five years, I grew from a junior lawyer into a litigation attorney with a solid reputation. We won the firm’s Best Partnership Award three years in a row, and colleagues referred to us as the “Golden Duo.” Our lives kept getting better, and I thought the time was right, but I never found the right opportunity to tell him the truth. Thinking back on all this, I sighed. Now these things would never need to be said. I said, “Okay, I’ll go back with you.” My parents were delighted, squeezing my hands tightly as they said, “Sweetheart, we’ll book your ticket right away. We won’t let you suffer here anymore!” After settling my parents in their accommodations, I returned to the apartment. The apartment was as empty as ever. I ate something quickly, then opened Instagram to see Nicole had just updated her status. In the photo, she was wearing tight yoga clothes, taking a selfie with her arm intimately wrapped around Aaron’s shoulders. [Tricked Aaron away from wedding prep to play tennis, and he was a little annoyed. But when I invited him over for dinner at my place, he cheered up immediately!] Seeing this post made me sick to my stomach. I knew Aaron wouldn’t be coming home tonight, just like countless nights before. Thankfully, we never officially got married. I wouldn’t have to swallow my pride anymore. Early the next morning, I took my packed luggage to the firm to process my resignation. Because of my outstanding performance, my boss Walter Johnson tried hard to keep me. While we were talking, Aaron walked in with some files. I glimpsed the hickey on his neck and smelled the distinct peach perfume on him. Clearly, he’d enjoyed himself last night. In the past, Aaron hated when I left marks on him, saying it affected his professional image. So I always restrained myself when we made love. Turns out he didn’t dislike being marked—he just disliked being marked by me. As soon as Aaron entered, Walter sighed and said, “Perfect timing. Talk some sense into Olivia. She suddenly wants to resign. Did you two have a fight?” I said, “It has nothing to do with him.” Aaron asked, “You’re resigning?” We spoke simultaneously. I saw his gaze fixed intently on me, his expression serious. He said, “So you’re still angry about canceling the wedding yesterday, aren’t you?” Walter left, giving us the office to ourselves. Once the door closed, Aaron strode over to me and demanded, “I already told you I canceled yesterday because Nicole injured her ankle. Why are you being so petty?” Suppressing my anger, I lied, “I’m not angry. I’m resigning because I’m exhausted and need a break to regroup.” He frowned and said, “If you want a break, you can use your vacation days. If you suddenly resign like this, people will think you have something against Nicole. She just started her career—how is she supposed to work at the firm after this?” He’d forgotten that I’d already used up all my vacation days this year, wasting them on his repeatedly canceled weddings. And all he cared about was Nicole’s situation at the firm. I was disappointed. I stared at the hickey on his neck, saying nothing. He noticed my gaze and instinctively covered his neck, explaining, “It’s a mosquito bite, don’t misunderstand.” I was somewhat surprised that instead of arguing with me this time, he tried to explain. But his excuse was so clumsy—in the past, I might have believed it. I nodded, still silent. Aaron sighed with relief, thinking I’d calmed down. He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders, saying, “That’s more like it. Being gracious is how you become a top lawyer. Don’t resign. Tonight I’ll take you to a Michelin-star restaurant as compensation, okay?” I still didn’t speak, which he took as agreement. I abandoned my original plan to properly say goodbye to Aaron. Now I didn’t want to tell him about going to Boston at all. “Mr. Moore!” Nicole barged in without knocking. Aaron pulled away from me as if he’d been shocked. Nicole pretended to be embarrassed, smiling as she said, “Sorry to interrupt, but I really don’t understand this case…” Aaron walked toward her without looking back, carefully examining the file and patiently asking which parts confused her. Nicole deliberately stood very close to Aaron. They conversed as if I wasn’t even there. As they left, Nicole clung to Aaron’s arm, and before closing the door, she turned to give me a challenging smile. Only the sound of my breathing remained in the empty office. The next moment, the bracelet on my wrist unexpectedly fell off and broke. It was a gift Aaron gave me on our first anniversary. He said he hoped our relationship would be as perfect as that bracelet. After a long silence, I picked up the broken bracelet and, along with the last trace of reluctance in my heart, threw it into the trash.

I insisted on submitting my resignation to Walter, then returned to my desk to begin the handover process. Brittany Taylor, who was responsible for the transition, had a good relationship with me and seemed reluctant to see me leave. “Olivia, are you really leaving? Now I’ll have to watch Aaron and Nicole’s flirtatious drama in the office every day!” she said. Following Brittany’s gaze, I saw Aaron explaining case details to Nicole. Nicole seemed upset, as if Aaron had scolded her. To cheer her up, Aaron pulled out a Cartier bracelet. Nicole immediately smiled and put it on. Noticing my gaze, Nicole hurriedly stood up and said, “Olivia, there’s nothing going on between Aaron and me, this is just a casual gift!” Her comment immediately drew the attention of everyone in the office. They all looked back and forth between Nicole and me. We had been dating for five years, and Aaron had never given me expensive gifts. Plus, like Aaron, they all thought I came from an ordinary family background. The people around me looked at me with pity. Standing beside me, Brittany lowered her voice and said, “You two are still engaged! The way they’re openly flirting is absolutely humiliating you.” I placed my hand on Brittany’s and shook my head, signaling her not to get worked up, then calmly looked at Nicole and said, “That bracelet is beautiful. It suits you.” When Nicole didn’t see me get angry, she continued to provoke me, saying, “Olivia, it really is just a casual gift, don’t be upset.” I found it laughable. Of course I wasn’t upset. I had many such pieces of jewelry, they were just kept at my home in Boston. Aaron stood up when he heard this and scolded me, “Olivia, stop being unreasonable.” I sighed, shook my head, and said, “I’m really not upset. Please stop overanalyzing my reactions.” My tone was too calm, which clearly caught Aaron off guard. He then snorted, “It better be that way.” Then he pulled Nicole back to sit down. Brittany couldn’t help but whisper to me, “You’re just going to let them act like this?” While organizing files, I replied, “Yes, after all, I’ve already broken up with him unilaterally.” I’ve planned fifty-two weddings, none of which succeeded. I’m tired. After work, Aaron surprisingly came over to help me pack up. He said, “Let’s go. I made a reservation at the restaurant for eight o’clock. If we leave now, we’ll arrive just in time.” Aaron suddenly noticed my bare wrist and anxiously asked, “Where’s the bracelet I gave you?” I said, “I was afraid of damaging it, so I left it at home.” Aaron visibly relaxed and smiled, “Didn’t you used to wear it every day? Why so careful all of a sudden?” As I was thinking of how to respond, Nicole came running over, saying, “Mr. Moore, I’m ready!” Aaron was immediately drawn to Nicole, gesturing for her to wait in the car. I watched as Nicole went straight to the passenger seat—the seat Aaron had said was reserved for his future wife, the one he said I could only sit in after we were married. Seeing Nicole’s challenging look, I lowered my head without responding. I felt completely calm. At the restaurant, Aaron and Nicole sat on the same side and ordered without asking what I wanted. I didn’t care, just quietly gazing at the night view outside the window. After tomorrow, I would never see this city again. When the food arrived, Aaron surprisingly peeled some lobster meat for me. He said, “The lobster here is excellent.” I looked up to see Aaron’s rare gentle smile. I hadn’t expected him to be considerate of me at a time like this. Nicole immediately took credit, saying, “I recommended this lobster to Mr. Moore! Last time we came, Aaron ate three portions by himself!” Aaron said embarrassedly, “Why are you telling Olivia this…” Nicole pretended to be apologetic, “I’m sorry, Olivia. Please don’t let this affect your impression of Aaron.” They smiled at each other right in front of me. Looking at the lobster before me, I suddenly lost my appetite. I forced myself to eat a little and said, “I don’t really like it. You two can have it.” Aaron and Nicole’s laughter abruptly stopped. Aaron cautiously asked, “Are you unhappy?” I shook my head and said, “No, the lobster is just too fishy.” I thought to myself, “This lobster is like your relationship—disgusting.” After dinner, Aaron drove the drunk Nicole home, and I was the one who closed her car door. Watching their car drive away, I immediately took a taxi to the airport. On my phone, Aaron was still sending messages discussing our next wedding. Perhaps out of guilt, Aaron volunteered to plan this wedding himself. [Don’t worry, this time it will go smoothly. No one will disturb us!] I emotionlessly replied: [Okay.] I knew it was impossible. This wedding would inevitably be canceled like all the others. Before boarding, Aaron sent another message: [Nicole has a stomachache from drinking too much. I won’t be coming home tonight. Take care of yourself.] I let out a cold laugh, not surprised at all. I replied: [That’s fine. You can even stay at Nicole’s place. I’ve already left with my luggage, and from now on, we have no relationship.] [Aaron, goodbye forever.] After sending that final message, I deleted all of Aaron’s contact information. As the plane took off, I watched the brilliant lights of Los Angeles gradually fade away beneath me. Meanwhile, Aaron was in for quite a surprise.

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The night Lincoln Parker confessed to his first love, Natalia Watson, I climbed into his bed. Afterward, I forced Lincoln to be with me by claiming I was pregnant. Since then, I moved into the Parker family mansion, but Lincoln never mentioned marriage. On my son Bennett Ramos’s fifth birthday, Lincoln suddenly asked me to meet him at the city hall entrance, specifically instructing me to wear his favorite wedding dress because he wanted to see it. When I arrived, he extended his hand to his friends behind him and spoke with ice-cold words. He said, “Each of you owes me ten thousand dollars. I told you she would definitely come wearing a wedding dress. After all, she’s been desperate to marry me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was drunk five years ago and then used our child to force me to compromise.” His friends called me a slut because I made them lose money. I remained silent, and Lincoln’s expression darkened. “I’m about to marry Natalia. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after I get married, you can stay as our nanny.” His friends all agreed, saying I definitely wouldn’t want to leave him, and that I’d rather be the Parker family’s nanny for life than marry someone else. But later, after I got married to someone else, Lincoln didn’t want me to leave anymore. Now, Lincoln’s friends reluctantly took out their phones and transferred money to him. One of the men said, “Eliana Ramos, what’s wrong with you? After all these years, if Lincoln wanted to marry you, would he have waited until now?” Another man said, “Exactly. You’ve made me lose again and again. Why don’t you think about it properly?” That’s when I realized Lincoln had used me as a betting stake again today. The people losing money were all his friends who knew me. They knew that for these five years, although I had been with him, I was always just Bennett’s mother, not his wife. This allowed them to mock me without restraint, not caring about my feelings, because Lincoln didn’t care about me at all. I fought back tears, desperately trying to control my trembling body. Lincoln snorted coldly, “We were just joking. Did you take it seriously? Today is Bennett’s birthday. Go home and cook.” Then he turned to his friends and waved. “All of you come to my place tonight. I just bought a bottle of French wine. Today I’ll have her serve us.” His friends immediately forgot about losing money and began flattering Lincoln. I clutched my dress, stubbornly refusing to say a word. Seeing I didn’t move, Lincoln grew impatient. “Aren’t you leaving? You don’t actually think I’m going to marry you, do you? Natalia is back. We’re getting married soon. “She doesn’t mind you and Bennett being around. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after we get married, you can stay as our nanny.” Natalia returned to the country last month, and Lincoln hosted a party for her at home. In front of everyone, he held Natalia’s hand and said, “The five years we missed is our regret. From now on, we’ll cherish each other more and welcome countless more five-year periods together.” These words moved many people to tears, and Natalia cried as she threw herself into his arms. I was carrying a plate of fruit at the time. Not paying attention, I missed a step and fell down the stairs. At that moment, I suddenly felt disheartened, but even though I wanted to cry, I had no tears. Now, hearing him speak like this, my heart still aches. But instead of begging him to marry me, I smiled slightly and said, “I’m sorry, but I am getting married today—just not to you.”

As if Christian had heard a joke, Lincoln sneered, “Eliana, for the past five Christmases, you’ve used countless tactics to get people to persuade me. But have I ever wavered? You should know your place. My fiancée is Natalia, and it will always be her.” In the past, I would have definitely broken down in tears and then used various connections to pressure him into leaving Natalia. But today, I took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in my heart, and forced myself to speak calmly to him. Just as I was about to say something, Lincoln’s friends contemptuously pushed me aside. One man said, “Even if the Ramos family is wealthy, Lincoln’s heart belongs only to Natalia. You’ll never be more than a nanny in this lifetime.” Another man chimed in, “You’ve already given Lincoln a child. Who else would marry you? Are you waiting for someone else? I think you’d rather be a nanny for the Parker family your whole life than marry someone else.” My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my teeth, enduring the humiliation. Five Christmases ago, I learned that Lincoln was planning to confess his feelings to Natalia at the Starry Hotel. Back then, I was madly in love with Lincoln, so I rushed to the Starry Hotel that very night. When I arrived, Natalia wasn’t there. After getting Lincoln drunk, I also drank an entire bottle of alcohol. The next morning, we woke up naked in the same bed. What had happened the night before was obvious. Because of this incident, Natalia angrily cut ties with Lincoln and left the country. Not long after, I discovered I was pregnant. My parents, Dylan Ramos and Harper Ramos, didn’t want me to suffer, so they continuously pressured the Parker family, using investment and saving their company as leverage to force Lincoln to be with me. Eventually, Lincoln gave in. But he never mentioned marriage. At the time, I even thought it didn’t matter if he didn’t love me; I could love him more. When I loved him so much that he couldn’t leave me, he would marry me, and we would have a child. But I was wrong. Lincoln didn’t have me in his heart. How could he possibly be unable to leave me? I shook my head, cursing myself internally, “Eliana, you’ve already decided to marry someone else, why are you still thinking about this?” Seeing me like this, Lincoln frowned, showing a hint of displeasure. “Natalia will be here soon. Don’t let her see you like this. You should leave through the back door.” In his eyes, Natalia couldn’t suffer even the slightest discomfort, while I was just a bet for when he was bored. This time, I didn’t follow his instructions to go to the back door. Instead, I walked past them toward the main hall of City Hall. Lincoln grabbed my arm, his eyes filled with anger. “Enough! Are you going to continue this act? Or are you planning to have your parents pressure me into compromising again?” At that moment, Natalia appeared. “Lincoln.” She was radiant, noble, and dignified—all the beautiful words in the world wouldn’t be enough to describe her.

In contrast, after enduring these five Christmases of suffering, I had long lost my beautiful appearance. Seeing Natalia approach, Lincoln instantly pushed me away, then dusted off his hands as if Christian was afraid my filth would taint his beloved. The way he looked at Natalia was filled with love and warmth I had never seen before. Something inside my heart twisted, making it difficult to breathe. I didn’t want to linger any longer and was about to leave, but Natalia blocked my path. “I know you’ve loved Lincoln for many Christmases. But you should understand that love doesn’t follow any order. And stop having your parents pressure Lincoln. That only makes us respect you even less.” Seeing her reaction, Lincoln anxiously explained, “Natalia, please believe me. I won’t marry her. Today was just a coincidence.” Despite having prepared myself mentally, hearing these words still hurt. I bit my lower lip, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of them. After calming down, I said coldly, “I actually did come here to get married today, whether you believe it or not.” Before Lincoln could speak, his friends started mocking me. One said, “Married? Where’s the groom? Who are you trying to fool? You have too many tricks up your sleeve. No wonder Lincoln was deceived by you.” Another jeered, “We’ve known you for so many Christmases. Besides Lincoln, who else have you ever liked? Even if you want to salvage your dignity, there’s no need to lie.” Lincoln suddenly stopped them. “Enough. All of you, stop talking. Let’s just get her to go home. Bennett is waiting at home.” Just when I thought he might have felt a hint of sympathy for me, his next words and contemptuous tone completely froze my heart. Lincoln said, “She could never marry anyone else in her lifetime. How could she bear to leave me?” For these five Christmases, out of love for him, I lowered myself, becoming so humble as if I owed him something. I remember once, while cleaning, I accidentally broke a crystal ball. The shards cut my palm, and blood flowed freely. Lincoln rushed over, but only to pick up the broken pieces with regret. Then, he yelled at me in anger, “Who gave you permission to touch this crystal ball? This was a token of love from Natalia. Get out!” Ignoring my own pain, I begged him not to throw me out. In the end, three-year-old Bennett was frightened to tears, and I picked him up to comfort him. Lincoln, cradling the broken pieces, slowly walked out of the room. He said I had shattered his dream and that I could stay, but he would never forgive me. Thinking about it now, I realize how foolish I was. Lincoln didn’t not love me; he hated me. He hated me for separating him from Natalia and destroying his most beautiful dream. A sudden, urgent phone ring interrupted my thoughts. Under everyone’s gaze, I answered the call. “I’ve brought all the documents. Window number 8, right? Okay.” Today was indeed the day I applied for marriage. My fiancé is Jonathan Howard, chosen for me by Dylan and Harper. They said I had wasted five Christmases of my life, and it was time to wake up. I nodded and agreed. Since I couldn’t marry for love, it didn’t matter who I married. At least, the person Dylan and Harper chose for me would surely be a good person. After all, they wouldn’t hurt me. After learning that today was Bennett’s fifth birthday, Jonathan discussed with Dylan and Harper and decided to get married today. He said Bennett had never had a birthday party, so he wanted to throw one for him. After getting the marriage certificate, we would go directly to the hotel. Jonathan had asked me to wear this wedding dress he gave me, saying he wanted to keep a memento. After all, we would only get married once in our lifetime. The call just now was from Jonathan. He told me he was waiting for me at window number 8. As I was about to leave, Lincoln stopped me again. “If you continue like this, I’ll really get angry. Go home and cook for Bennett right now.” Natalia also mocked, “Five Christmases have passed, and you’re still the same. No wonder Lincoln dislikes you.” I sighed, then took out an invitation from my bag and waved it in front of them. I said, “I don’t have time to talk with you all. The 8th is my wedding day. If you want to come for the meal, you’re welcome.” Without even looking at the invitation, Lincoln threw it directly into the trash. But his friends noticed something odd. One of them asked puzzlingly, “The Ramos family is marrying into the Howard family, with the wedding at the Howard Club? Is this referring to the Howard family of billionaire Jonathan? I heard the Howard Club is owned by the Howard family.” Another responded, “This can’t be true, right? Is Eliana really marrying Jonathan? I find that hard to believe.” Hearing this, Lincoln frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. “Everyone knows Bennett is my son. Even though the Ramos family has many businesses, you’re nowhere near the Howard family’s level. How could Jonathan possibly marry a woman who’s already had a child?” The others nodded in agreement, saying I was dreaming. Seeing Lincoln’s reaction, Natalia deliberately positioned herself between him and me. Then, pretending to be considerate, she said, “If you want to marry someone else, neither Lincoln nor I will stop you. But Bennett is a member of the Parker family. You can’t take him away. Besides, bringing a child into a new marriage isn’t good for you.” Natalia was always like this, speaking the gentlest words while hiding the sharpest knives within them. But Lincoln always thought she was kind and considerate. Sure enough, he immediately agreed, “That’s right. You can’t take Bennett away. He’s my son, and he can’t call anyone else ‘Dad.’” I laughed mockingly and challenged him, “In these five years, have you ever had a meal with Bennett? Do you know which preschool he attends? Have you ever read him bedtime stories? “Today is his birthday, but you didn’t prepare any gift for him. You even invited these people to drink at your place. Is this how you act as a father?” Bennett is the child I gave birth to, so there’s no way I would leave him with the Parker family. After all, he is my life. Lincoln knew this, so he knew how to make me compromise. “He’s the child you had after getting me drunk. How can you expect me to love him? Nevertheless, he’s my son. You can’t take him away.” I looked at him in disbelief, then slapped him across the face. “You’re despicable!” Eight years ago, I accidentally fell while crossing the street and sprained my ankle. That handsome young man who carried me to the hospital, ignoring the traffic, was gone. If Lincoln didn’t love me, he could let me go. Why did he have to torture me? How did he become like this? I was trembling with anger, gritting my teeth. Lincoln’s head tilted to one side, taking a long moment to react. Natalia screamed, then reached out to caress his face. Immediately after, she turned to glare at me. “How could you hit him? You’re so savage.” Lincoln’s friends were even angrier, all criticizing me. One said, “Don’t you know how you had that child? That’s a stain on Lincoln’s life. The fact that he let you have the baby already shows his mercy.” Another agreed, “Lincoln is right. You can marry someone else, but Bennett is Lincoln’s child, so you can’t take him away. I really want to hit women like you.” Natalia said angrily, “If none of you will hit her, then I will. I’ll avenge Lincoln.” As she said this, she prepared to slap my face. Just then, Lincoln grabbed her wrist, blocking her descending hand. Meanwhile, I was suddenly pulled into someone else’s embrace. “Darling, are you alright?” I looked up to find Jonathan gazing at me intently. I shook my head, then stood up straight. “Let’s go apply for our marriage license.” Lincoln rushed over with reddened eyes, grabbing my arm. “Are you still going to act ridiculous? Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jonathan pushed away Lincoln’s hand that was gripping me, took out a DNA test report from his bag, and threw it to Lincoln. Then he said, “Bennett has nothing to do with you. He’s my son. I’ve already taken him to the Howard Club. In the future, please don’t harass my wife and child again.” Lincoln frantically flipped through the report. When he saw the result in the last line, he let go in shock, and the report scattered on the ground. With a pale face, he said, “No. How could Bennett not be my child?”

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I made up my mind to say “yes” to my father, Edward Vale, to leave my husband Julian Carter and our son Adrian. I would return to the past, becoming his little girl again, just like before. It all began after that surgery. Somehow, I could hear my family’s true thoughts. Julian’s voice echoed in my mind: “Such a minor issue, yet she stayed in the hospital for so long. Now she’s back, lounging around all day, doing nothing. Doesn’t she see my suit is still wrinkled?” Adrian’s thoughts hurt me even more: “That surgery cost a fortune, and here she is drinking my favorite yogurt. Why can’t she be a strong woman like Ms. Vale instead of just hanging around the house?” Then there was my husband’s mother, Doris Carter, her inner thoughts filled with resentment: “She just had to come back while I was making soup. Later I’ll rinse the pot with dishwater and claim I accidentally added too much broth.” My heart felt heavy and cold. I turned around, closed the bedroom door, and dialed Edward’s number. “Just me,” I said, “I won’t bring anyone else.” ***** By the next evening, Julian, Doris, and Adrian trudged home, looking as if they’d rather be anywhere else. The front door creaked open, and Miranda Vale’s sugary voice came through Julian’s phone, growing louder as he entered the house. “Sorry, Clara,” she cooed, “yesterday was my birthday, and I had no idea Julian skipped picking you up from the hospital to celebrate with me.” She paused before adding, “Don’t worry, I’ve already scolded him severely.” Her words sounded like a reprimand, but the mockery in her tone practically dripped from the speaker. I stared at Julian, my lips parting to speak when Adrian’s thoughts crashed into my mind. “Ms. Vale is so kind, unlike Mom, who’s always nagging me about homework like a drill sergeant. Why can’t Ms. Vale be my mother?” Adrian leaned against the doorframe, his brows furrowed. I looked at this boy I had carried for nine months, and my heart shattered, filled with bitterness. Before I could react, Julian plopped down beside me on the bed, his voice sweet as honey and full of concern. “You should rest,” he said, “a grown woman like you, not taking proper care of yourself.” He leaned closer, his gaze soft, “I’d be really upset if you got sick again.” His tone was as warm and caring as always. If I couldn’t hear his true thoughts, I might have fallen for his sweet talk again, tumbling into his gentle trap. I heard him thinking: “God, look at her dramatic face. Is she about to throw a fit? I need to find a way to keep her from getting angry. If she gets upset and mentions that she owned this house before we got married, Adrian will stop thinking I provided it.” A laugh bubbled up inside me, but I couldn’t express it—only a hollow ache remained. Many years ago, I fell madly in love with Julian. I was infatuated with him, a man without a penny to his name, and I did everything to be with him. I cut ties with my parents, ran away from home, and had Adrian before we were even married. For ten years, I worked while managing the household—cooking, cleaning, taking care of everyone. But after being forced to rest following my breast surgery, I saw their true colors—a pack of ungrateful wolves. I yanked the blanket from under Julian, my face tight with anger. On the phone, Miranda’s voice turned whiny, as if she were the wronged party. “Julian, is Clara mad at me? She’s not saying anything. Talk to her for me, please!” Doris finally shuffled in, sensing the tension in the air and quickly interjecting to smooth things over. “Miranda, don’t mind her,” she said with a dismissive wave, “Clara’s just a housewife, not really suited for the spotlight. Unlike you, young and dominating the business world.” She turned to me with a fake concerned smile, “Clara, if you’re not feeling well, go rest. We’re heading out to help Miranda pick furniture for her new home.” Then her thoughts slipped into my mind. “Hmph, what a waste. Making such a fuss over a small lump, spending tens of thousands on surgery. Thankfully, my son has a good relationship with that female boss, ensuring his promotion and raise. Otherwise, we’d be dragged down by this woman forever, never able to improve our situation.” I looked at them—my so-called family—with their masks of hypocritical kindness, my gaze cold as ice.

I stood up, my voice steady yet sharp, “Julian, since you and your family are so busy, just sign the divorce agreement on the dresser. I won’t bother you anymore.” My words exploded like thunder, leaving everyone in the room dumbfounded. Julian was the first to recover, his expression twisting with disbelief, “Clara, enough. You’re threatening me with divorce just because I didn’t pick you up from the hospital? You want me to apologize that badly?” “Miranda already explained what happened yesterday,” he continued, his tone tinged with annoyance, “I was swamped with work, with a pile of things to handle at the office. Now that you’re home, just focus on getting better instead of creating problems out of nothing.” Before I could respond, Adrian’s excitement was almost palpable in the air. His eyes locked onto Julian, gleaming with anticipation. His thoughts screamed in my mind, “Dad, sign it! Sign it quick! I can’t stand this old woman for another day! If you divorce her and marry Ms. Vale, I’ll get the coolest gaming setup!” Julian, completely oblivious to his son’s internal celebration, continued muttering to himself. I clearly heard his thoughts, “She’s crazy about me. There’s no way she’d ever leave. This divorce talk is just her throwing a tantrum. She’ll cool down in three days.” Miranda’s voice came through Julian’s phone, which he’d been clutching since he walked in, breaking the silence, “Clara, please don’t misunderstand,” she said with fake sincerity, her tone full of artificial earnestness, “There’s nothing between Julian and me. I don’t want to cause any problems between you two.” I ignored her. “Julian, I’m not making a scene,” I said calmly, “I’m simply informing you.” I’d had enough. Enough of serving these ungrateful vampires. Julian had walked halfway to the door when he froze, seeing the cold expression on my face. He turned around, his voice softening, “Clara, it’s just hospital discharge. You made it home safely, didn’t you? Don’t blow this out of proportion. Miranda specifically called to clarify the situation, so stop being so stubborn.” He sighed, as if explaining to a child, “You used to be so understanding, so easygoing. Why have you become so dramatic since your surgery? Stay home and calm down. Don’t do something you’ll regret.” I didn’t bother answering, just pulled the blanket over my head and turned away. That night, I didn’t sleep. Julian and the others didn’t come back either. Since I’d decided to leave, I started packing my things, preparing to move to the new villa my father Edward had bought for me—a perfect place to recover. Ever since I could hear their thoughts, I knew I would return to Edward. This villa was his homecoming gift to me. Many years ago, I gave up my pampered life as a wealthy daughter to elope with Julian. My parents, Edward and Evelyn, were furious but helpless. Worried I might struggle, they gave me the house we currently live in as pre-marital property. But to protect Julian’s fragile ego, I never corrected his lie about being the homeowner. Because of this, Doris never missed a chance to mock me, and even Adrian looked down on me. For ten years, Edward had been begging me to come home and take over the family business. I couldn’t bear to leave Julian and Adrian, so I always refused. But now, with them all chasing after Miranda’s skirt, I had no reason to stay. I went to a law firm under Edward’s company to handle some documents. Later, as I got into a taxi, my phone rang—it was the moving company. “Ms. Sinclair, could you come to the delivery address?” the driver sounded panicked, “Is there a mistake with the address?” In the background, I faintly heard shouting. I asked the taxi driver to speed toward the villa. When I arrived at the house, my jaw dropped in shock.

The yard of the new villa Edward bought for me had been chaotically transformed, with clothes hanging on what was supposed to be a masculine energy platform. Meanwhile Miranda, Julian’s supposed superior, was standing at the doorway in her pajamas, hands on her hips, blocking Joe the moving man from entering. “Ms. Sinclair, are you sure this is the right address?” Joe asked awkwardly, as if he’d never encountered such a situation before. I recalled what Julian and Doris had mentioned about Miranda needing to buy furniture for her new house. I had assumed Miranda had simply purchased a new home that needed furnishing, but I never imagined her “new house” was actually the villa Edward had given me. I also remembered Edward mentioning on the phone that he had financially supported a female student. Looking at Miranda, I began to understand what was happening. Apparently, this so-called female CEO Miranda that Julian spoke of was merely impersonating me behind my back, occupying my house to show off. Julian, Adrian, and Doris had all been fooled by Miranda, believing she was genuinely wealthy. Just as I was about to expose Miranda’s true identity, she spoke first, “Ms. Sinclair, this house was bought by my father for me. What are you doing here?” “This is a high-end villa community. If you damage anything, you won’t be able to afford the repairs. I remember your family is practically non-existent, unlike me—my parents would pluck the moon from the sky for me if they could.” She lazily played with her hair, her face unable to hide her smugness. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. I took out the property deed and said calmly, “This is my villa. Please leave immediately.” As soon as I finished speaking, Adrian peeked out from behind Miranda, holding the latest gaming console in his hands. He said to me, “Mom, I’m not kidding, there’s a limit to pretending. If you could really afford this mansion, would I not even be able to buy a gaming console? Did they give you too much anesthesia during surgery? Is your brain foggy?” Then Doris came out to back them up, “Clara, that’s enough. Don’t embarrass yourself in public.” Miranda laughed at the scene, “Your villa? That’s hilarious. No offense, but with your $4,000 monthly salary, you couldn’t afford this house even if you worked your entire life! Besides, you don’t even have that $4,000 job anymore.” She turned to Marcus, the security guard who had hurried over, and demanded, “Is this how you guard the entrance? Letting just anyone in? Can you afford to replace anything if it gets stolen?” Marcus quickly apologized with a forced smile, then turned to glare at me, threatening, “How did you get in here? You have three minutes to leave, or I’m calling the police.” The moving truck was blocking the entrance, and a crowd of onlookers had gathered around us. Someone commented, “What’s going on? Isn’t this villa a gift from Mr. Vale to Ms. Vale? How is there suddenly another owner?” Another person said, “Could she be some kind of lunatic? Look at her plain clothes—she doesn’t look like someone who could be connected to the Vale family.” Someone else speculated, “An illegitimate daughter?” “Don’t talk nonsense! Mr. Vale adores his wife to death. How could he possibly have an illegitimate daughter?” Everyone was chattering away. Miranda, listening to these words of praise about her, had her chin practically pointing to the sky with pride. Suddenly, Julian pushed his way through the crowd. Julian, who normally wore impeccable suits and was a neat freak, was dressed in worn-out work clothes today, holding cleaning supplies, looking like he was about to help Miranda with the initial cleaning. My heart sank. Since I’d been with Julian, even when I was in postpartum recovery, he had never helped with housework. He didn’t even know how to use the mop at home. “Miranda, it’s dirty here. You should go inside. You have allergic rhinitis; you shouldn’t breathe in dust,” Julian said. “Exactly! Ms. Vale, my dad and grandma are here to help. You should go back and get your beauty sleep instead of worrying about people who don’t matter,” Adrian chimed in. Doris immediately rolled up her sleeves, ready to start working. Father and son, Julian and Adrian, talked back and forth as if I wasn’t even there. I had served them for so many years, and they never offered to help. When my rhinitis first flared up, I asked Doris to sweep under the bed, but Julian scolded me for acting like a princess, saying I didn’t have the fortune for such airs but had all the ailments of the wealthy. “Can’t you just wear a couple of masks for your rhinitis? Do all the people with allergies in the world stop cleaning and living their lives?” Julian had said at the time. Back then, I felt guilty for not adapting to his lifestyle quickly enough, and even felt sorry about it. Only now did I realize that Julian wasn’t unaware that rhinitis caused discomfort—my discomfort simply didn’t matter to him. The way his family eagerly tried to please Miranda greatly delighted her. She changed her previously sharp and bitter attitude, frowning and covering her nose, putting on a pitiful act: “Julian, it’s not that I don’t want to go inside, but Ms. Sinclair is here, and I can’t neglect my duties as a host, can I?” At that moment, Julian finally noticed me as he followed Miranda’s gaze. He clicked his tongue and said, “Having regrets? If you’re regretting it, why don’t you hurry up, take the supplies, and start cleaning? You’re a grown woman with no common sense!” Seeing that Julian seemed to know me, Marcus quickly tried to curry favor, afraid of being held responsible: “Mr. Carter, is this the cleaning lady you hired for Ms. Vale?” Julian looked at me with contempt and didn’t contradict him. Seeing Julian’s attitude, Miranda was greatly encouraged. She said, “Yes! This is the cleaning lady we hired, one hundred dollars an hour. If anyone needs her services, you can hire her too! Did I get the price right, Julian?” Julian gave me a look, silently approving Miranda’s statement. He kicked the bucket and mop at my feet and said, “Why aren’t you getting to work?” By now, the onlookers understood the situation. Some said, “Ms. Vale is so fortunate to have a father who dotes on her and a boyfriend who loves her. It’s truly enviable.” Others agreed: “Absolutely! Girls like Ms. Vale deserve to be pampered!” I stared at Julian expressionlessly, as if trying to see through him. Just then, I heard his thoughts: “It’s just cleaning. She won’t mind. If she really wanted a divorce, she would have left already. She just can’t leave me.” Adrian and Doris’s thoughts also reached my ears. Adrian thought: “I’m so embarrassed! I’ll never admit she’s my mom!” Doris thought: “Divorce? What a joke! If you’ve got the guts, don’t regret following us here. What waves can a housewife possibly make!” I struggled to control my anger, my gaze locked on Julian’s face. Seeing me standing there in a daze, Julian seemed to get angry and said, “Clara! Are you deaf? Is it so hard for you to do something when asked?” Seeing his self-righteous attitude, I finally snapped. I grabbed the nearby mop and struck Julian hard, yelling as I hit him: “Who does she think she is, ordering me around? She’s nothing but a homewrecker who stole my husband!” Miranda, seeing Julian being hit, immediately shielded him behind her and slapped me across the face. She then looked me up and down with contempt and said, “Look at yourself in the mirror. Calling you a cleaning lady is a compliment. If I really wanted to steal your husband, you wouldn’t even be in the picture.” I held my burning left cheek, hatred surging to my head. Adrian and Doris’s thoughts echoed in my ears again. Adrian thought: “Good! My mom deserves to be hit! How dare she talk about divorce! She needs to be taught a lesson!” Doris thought: “She wants to leave but can’t bear to. She’s useless herself but blames others for stealing her husband! Worthless.” Fearing I might fight back and hurt Miranda, Julian, Adrian, and Doris held me down tightly, allowing Miranda to punch and kick me. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed hysterically. In my moment of despair, a familiar figure appeared at the door. Adrian and I shouted simultaneously: “Dad!” To my surprise, Miranda also called out, “Daddy!” She quickly sobbed: “Daddy, this woman hit me! She’s claiming this house is hers. You have to help me!” Edward, seeing me beaten beyond recognition, slapped Miranda to the ground, then lovingly took me in his arms and roared: “THIS is my daughter!”

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On my birthday, my best friend Chloe Winters gave me an instant camera. I immediately loaded it with film and went to the zoo, taking pictures of monkeys, wild boars, and bears. In my previous life, after receiving the instant camera and film from Chloe, I excitedly took photos of my entire family. But unexpectedly, a week later, my mom Eleanor Monroe was in a car accident and died. My dad David Monroe suffered a sudden stroke, and after being rushed from the hospital, half of his body was paralyzed. At the same time, the company I managed made a major mistake and was on the verge of bankruptcy. In just one month, my hair turned white, my face was covered with wrinkles and swollen scars, and my figure was jokingly referred to as “overwork obesity.” My boyfriend Lucas Hale complained that I brought bad luck, saying my unfortunate fate caused my family’s destruction, and promptly broke up with me. When I confided in Chloe, I unexpectedly discovered she had somehow acquired a multi-million-dollar family fortune, and her parents, who had been hospitalized every Christmas, had regained their health as if they had never been sick. Under this double blow, the last line of defense in my heart collapsed. I wandered dazed on my way to the hospital and was hit by a car and killed. After death, I learned that everything stemmed from the instant camera Chloe had given me, and that she and Lucas had been in contact behind my back. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Chloe gave me the instant camera. “Happy birthday, Lena, look! See what I bought you?” My hands were still pressed together making a birthday wish when I saw Chloe pull out a pink instant camera. When the familiar camera appeared before me again, I confirmed I had been reborn! In my previous life, I had happily accepted this camera, not knowing it would plunge me into an abyss. Seeing my hesitation, Chloe’s face flashed with embarrassment. She carefully asked, “Lena, don’t you like my gift?” Lucas quickly took the camera from Chloe’s hand and said, “You’re Lena’s best friend, how could she not like it?” He nudged my arm with his shoulder and said, “Right?” Looking at the hypocritical couple before me, I let out a cold laugh and took the camera. I said, “Of course I like what you gave me, Chloe.” I deliberately paused, then continued, “It’s just…” Both of them tensed up simultaneously, as if afraid I would reject the gift. I continued, “Your parents are both in the hospital, and I know you’re tight on money. You should return this gift.” I held the camera out to Chloe, but she recoiled as if avoiding the plague. She hurriedly said, “Lena, you’ve helped me so much before, this is just a small gift from me, please accept it!” Then, she quickly pulled out a stack of film, blinking her eyes as she said, “Look, I’ve bought all these for you too, ready to use right away.” Lucas chimed in, “Chloe picked this especially for you, and it’s even your favorite color, pink.” He urged, “Don’t be polite, just take it.” I nodded and raised the camera toward Lucas. “Alright, I’ll take a picture of you first to test it out.” Lucas turned pale with fright, covering his face with both hands and shouting, “Don’t!” He continued, “Lena, since Chloe gave you the camera, the first photo should be of yourself.” Chloe quickly grabbed my sleeve, pretending to be angry as she said, “This is my gift to you, why would you take his picture first?” She emphasized, “The first photo must be of you and your parents, or I’ll be upset!” Seeing their coordinated performance, I smiled coldly, put away the camera, and said, “Fine, I’ll send you the photos after I take them.” In my previous life, I had believed them and took a photo of my parents, David and Eleanor, when I got home. I had also excitedly taken many selfies to send to Chloe. But a week after taking those photos, Eleanor was in a car accident while shopping for groceries. The driver, who had been driving while fatigued, was arrested on the spot. However, Eleanor lay on the ground, bleeding profusely with multiple fractures, and died at the market before the ambulance arrived. Before I could recover from the pain of losing Eleanor, David suffered a sudden stroke. Fortunately, I discovered it in time and rushed him to the hospital. Although his life was saved, he would spend the rest of his days in a wheelchair, unable to move half of his body. Life’s blows came one after another. That night, I received a call from the company informing me that there was a problem with a contract. Not only was the company facing huge losses, but it also had to pay millions in compensation. This news struck like a bolt from the blue. My mind in chaos, I immediately declared the company bankrupt. That night, I didn’t sleep at all. In just one night, my hair turned white, my face was covered with wrinkles, as if I had aged ten years overnight. In the following days, my body rapidly gained weight, and countless scars appeared on my face and body. At the same time, Lucas called.

When I heard Lucas’s familiar voice on the phone, tears streamed down my face. I began to sob about my recent ordeals, but before I could finish, he impatiently cut me off. “Lena, why are you telling me all this?” he said. He laughed mockingly and continued, “Your mom died tragically, your dad’s in the hospital barely hanging on, plus your company went bankrupt.” “Haven’t you considered that you might be the problem?” he questioned. “Maybe you’re cursed and caused their deaths!” he added. I sobbed until I choked, momentarily losing my voice. But Lucas wasn’t done with me. “Look at yourself now,” he said. “Your face is so disgusting I can’t even look at it anymore. We should break up,” he said with contempt. He continued, “You’ve already brought death to your family. If I stay with you, I might be next.” With that, he hung up and blocked me on every platform. I felt helpless, sensing something wasn’t right but couldn’t pinpoint what. Until I video called Chloe. Her once pockmarked face was now perfectly clear. “Lena, how did you let yourself go like this?” she asked, coyly covering her mouth. “Look at me,” she said. “A woman needs to take care of herself.” As she spoke, I noticed figures moving behind her—incredibly, it was her parents who were supposedly hospitalized. Shocked, I asked, “Are Mr. and Mrs. Winters out of the hospital?” Unexpectedly, Chloe’s expression darkened with anger. “What do you mean by that, Lena?” she snapped. “Do you not want my parents to leave the hospital? Do you want them to die there?” she continued. “Your mouth is so vile,” she said venomously. “No wonder your mom died and your dad is barely alive. You deserve it!” Her words pierced me like poison needles. Before I could react, she hung up. My mind went blank, my movements stiff as I put away my phone. In a daze, I walked into the middle of the road and was killed instantly by a car. After my death, Chloe and Lucas quickly announced their wedding date, while Chloe flaunted their wealth on Instagram. “Lena? Time to pay and go!” “Aren’t you full yet?” Lucas’s voice snapped me back to reality, and I realized I was still mindlessly stuffing food into my mouth. Chloe and Lucas looked at me curiously. “If you’re still hungry, should we ask the kitchen to make some spaghetti?” they asked. I laughed awkwardly, quickly wiping my mouth. “I’m full, really full.” After paying, Chloe said she needed to go home. Lucas looked at me apologetically, “How about I drop you off at your office first, then take Chloe home?” He emphasized that Chloe was my best friend, knowing I’d agree to let him take her first. I nodded and said, “Just go home after dropping Chloe off.” “I’m heading to the office to handle some business. I already contacted my driver while we were eating,” I added. Lucas grabbed my hand with slight frustration, leaning in to whisper, “I was hoping we could have dinner alone tonight.” He pretended to be reluctant to part, but I caught the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Let’s go on a date in a few days when I’m not so busy,” I said. Just then, my driver pulled up, and I got in. “Chloe, I’ll be going now. Let Lucas take you home, don’t be shy,” I said. As the window closed, I saw Chloe affectionately taking Lucas’s hand. The driver handed me an unopened Polaroid camera. “Ms. Monroe, I bought what you asked for.” Looking at the two identical Polaroid cameras in my hands, I smiled and said, “Let’s go to the zoo.” I decided to take a stroll and try out the camera Chloe had given me.

I arrived at the zoo and headed straight for the monkey enclosure. I excitedly took several photos. Then, I saw the bears and wild boars, and took pictures of them too. Just as I was about to leave, Chloe messaged me, “Lena, did you use that camera? Did you take any photos?” I replied, “Yes, the results are great.” Chloe immediately sent a voice message, “I’m glad you like it. You can also use it to take pictures of Mr. Monroe and Mrs. Monroe sometime.” At the end of the voice message, I heard a man’s heavy breathing. Apparently, she and Lucas couldn’t wait any longer. I held three photo prints in my hand, with the animals looking so lifelike they seemed ready to leap off the paper. I said, “Let’s go back to the company.” Although I was reborn, the events of my previous life left a deep impression on me. I first scheduled full physical examinations for David and Eleanor, and hired a caretaker. Eleanor was a bit upset and said, “Why waste money on this? Do you think my legs aren’t working well anymore?” I reassured her, “Not at all, I just want to make things easier for you both.” After settling David and Eleanor, I quickly checked the company contracts, looking for problems one by one. I stayed up all night working. But hard work pays off—none of the contracts had any issues. The hospital also sent word that both David and Eleanor were in good health. Seeing their two medical reports, my anxious heart finally relaxed, and I could finally get some good sleep. When I woke up, I found dozens of missed calls on my phone, from both Chloe and Lucas. Not only that, they had each sent many messages. Chloe said her father, Charles Winters, had been rushed to surgery due to a sudden illness and needed money urgently. Lucas said Chloe was looking for me and hoped I would call back quickly. I unhurriedly called Chloe back. As soon as the call connected, Chloe’s voice came through. She said tearfully, “Lena, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, I was so worried!” I hummed softly and said, “Just woke up. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” She took a deep breath and said, “Can you come to the hospital now?” She pleaded, “I really need you!” In the past, I would have dropped everything to rush to her side. But now, I smiled slightly and said, “Sure, I’ll come after I finish the work I’m handling.” By the time I was done, it was already evening. When I arrived at the hospital, Charles’s surgery had long been completed. Chloe saw me and sarcastically remarked, “You’re really dedicated to your job, aren’t you?” I rushed over to hug her and apologetically said, “There was an issue with a contract at the company. That’s why I couldn’t get here sooner.” Hearing this, her eyes flickered, and she asked eagerly, “Really?” She quickly realized her tone was off and changed her approach, “So how’s the situation now?” She asked again, “Is the problem solved?” I shook my head helplessly and said, “Not yet.” I changed the subject, “By the way, how is Mr. Winters’ condition?” Chloe frowned and said, “The doctor said there’s no major problem, but he needs to stay in the hospital for observation.” She looked at me with bright eyes, tinged with a hint of resentment, and said, “But I think my parents will be able to leave the hospital soon.” I sighed and said, “That would be best.” But I thought to myself, I’m afraid things won’t go as she wishes. Over the next week, I kept myself busy with work, refusing to meet with Lucas. He clearly enjoyed his free time, often meeting with Chloe in private. Until one day, Chloe posted something on Instagram. Though she quickly deleted it, I still saw it. The content was: “Help! My family members are growing hair all over their bodies. What should I do?” She also attached a photo of her parents, Charles and Linda. I thought to myself, it was time to visit the hospital. I arrived at the hospital at ten in the morning, just as it was starting to get busy. Since I had contacted Chloe beforehand, she met me at the main entrance. She looked at me somewhat disapprovingly and said, “Oh, Lena, you came empty-handed this time?” I smiled awkwardly and replied, “I bought something but left it at the office. I’ll bring everything in a couple of days.” Hearing this, her expression softened slightly. Following her into the hospital, I finally noticed the changes in Charles and Linda on their beds. Charles had become as thin as a monkey, skin and bones, constantly scratching himself. The hair on his body had turned yellow, only visible up close. Chloe’s mother Linda was even more extreme—her nostrils had somehow expanded significantly, and her body was covered in coarse black-brown hair. Noticing me staring at them, Chloe said somewhat embarrassedly, “The doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong. Medical exams haven’t found any issues. My dad has wasted away to skin and bones, while my mom has ballooned up.” Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked at me urgently and asked, “Have Mr. and Mrs. Monroe shown any physical changes recently?” Meeting her anxious gaze, I nodded. “They often complain about headaches, and my dad has lost weight too.” She sighed with relief upon hearing this and said, “That’s good, nothing serious then.” She turned to give water to the two patients in bed. Looking at her from behind, I noticed that while her face wasn’t particularly full, her physique had clearly become more robust. The phrase “built like a bear” came to mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Chloe looked at me puzzled, unconsciously touching her cheek, and asked, “What is it?” I quickly shook my head and said, “Nothing, just thinking your skin looks much better now.” She beamed with delight, staring at my face for a long while before muttering somewhat dissatisfied, “How come your face hasn’t changed at all?” Suddenly she said, “Oh right, Lena, I asked you to take photos of Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Where are they? Let me see.” Somewhat embarrassed, I took out some prints from my bag and said, “I forgot to tell you, I had something come up and couldn’t go home. I took three photos at the zoo the other day, have a look.” She snatched the photos from me, and upon seeing the animals in them, she trembled with anger, her body shaking uncontrollably. She yelled, “Are you insane?! I gave you the camera, and you took pictures of these animals?!” She commanded, “Go home right now and take a family photo to send to me!”

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