Benjamin Lewis didn’t love me, and his only condition for marrying me was that I would raise his son Ethan for ten years. For these ten years, I gave my heart and soul to his family. But at a family dinner, I accidentally wore Benjamin’s late wife’s old gown. Ethan publicly ordered security to strip it off me and throw me into the alligator pool. I crawled out of the alligator pool covered in wounds, but Ethan viciously kicked me back in. He looked cold, as if watching an entertaining show. “Ms. Ellison was right, you’re just trying to replace my mother. I’ll make you leave my home sooner or later, and you won’t get a penny!” Looking at this child I had raised with blood, sweat, and tears for ten years, I felt utterly desperate. When Benjamin learned about this, he coldly said, “Caroline, you were indeed in the wrong. Don’t try to replace her.” I didn’t cry or make a scene, just smiled calmly and said, “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement has expired. It’s time for me to leave.” ***** The evening pool water was freezing cold. When I struggled out of the alligator pool again, my body was in unbearable pain from the bites, and I nearly fainted. The maids frantically wrapped blankets around my shivering body. Ethan’s face was full of contempt as he arrogantly lifted his chin. “Bitch, I’m just teaching you a lesson this time. You’d better know your place and don’t touch my mother’s things!” Looking at the gown carelessly thrown on the ground, I took a deep breath despite the pain. “If it’s your mother’s most treasured possession, why don’t you cherish it at all?” I raised my head and looked at Ethan with a complex expression, saying, “You’ve learned to lie.” His birth mother’s belongings had always been personally preserved by Benjamin; there was no way it could have appeared in my closet. A flash of panic crossed Ethan’s face. Then, embarrassed and angry, he glared at me and said, “I did not!” With that, he turned and ran away. I silently lowered my head and accepted treatment from the family doctor with the maids’ support. After my wounds were treated, I returned to my room. However, as soon as I pushed open the door, a plate of filthy leftovers was dumped on my head. I was completely soaked, the pungent smell making it impossible to open my eyes. As I struggled to see, Ethan’s triumphant laughter came through: “Hahaha! You’re the bitch who killed my mom. Today I’ll show you the consequences.” My heart shattered instantly. Ethan shoved me hard and ran out the door, laughing. I fell to the ground, my eyes burning with tears. Ten years ago, when I had just returned from studying abroad, Benjamin’s wife passed away from illness. To ensure that the infant Ethan wouldn’t lack maternal love, they found me, a specialist in child psychology. “Caroline, the Lewis family has supported you for so many years, so you must help with this.” So when the Lewis family asked me to marry Benjamin and raise Ethan because of their past kindness, I agreed, setting a ten-year term. During these ten years, I poured my heart and soul into raising Ethan. But losing him happened overnight. After lying on the floor thinking for a long time, I finally managed to stand up and turned to see Benjamin standing in the doorway. Dressed in a crisp suit, his handsome face was filled with complex emotions. Benjamin and Ethan looked very similar, and they were both extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone. Then Benjamin frowned: “I heard about tonight’s incident. Caroline, it’s your fault.” I was stunned and didn’t defend myself. He glanced down at the mess on the floor and sighed helplessly: “Ethan loves his mother very much. Don’t try to replace Penelope. You should know your place.” I smiled self-mockingly. Benjamin slowly took off his suit jacket, but he just stood outside the door, instructing the maid to clean the room. Then, looking at me covered in blood and filth, he coldly said, “Go take a shower. You look too dirty.” I nodded instinctively and went to the bathroom to shower. In the dead of night, Benjamin held me in his arms as usual. His hands roamed freely over my body, his desire growing. But I only felt terrified. Benjamin had always had strong desires. Shortly after our wedding, I became pregnant, but he forced me to go to the hospital. After a medical error, I not only lost that child but also had my uterus removed. Benjamin just coldly said: “Good, now you won’t neglect Ethan after having children of your own.” Since then, Benjamin had vented his desires on me every night. After all, there would never be any accidents again. At this moment, I felt extremely sad. When his hand slipped inside my nightgown again, for the first time in my life, I pushed him away. “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement is complete. Let’s file for divorce tomorrow.”

Benjamin’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening terribly. “Ethan was just joking with you today. He’s only a child—can’t you forgive him as his mother?” His tone carried obvious anger. “This whole thing was your fault to begin with, and I haven’t even pressed the issue. You need to stop throwing tantrums!” The title “mother” left me deeply confused. Years ago, Benjamin had fallen in love with Penelope Leach at first sight in college. After graduation, Benjamin insisted on marrying her despite his family’s opposition, even threatening to take his own life. His family had no choice but to compromise. Unfortunately, fate was cruel. Penelope passed away shortly after giving birth to Ethan. The Lewis family, worried someone might take advantage and marry Benjamin with ulterior motives, forced us into a hasty marriage—no ceremony, no rings. Benjamin felt nothing for me, so why should I waste my life on such a ridiculous commitment? I lowered my head and said quietly, “I’m serious. Our ten-year agreement has expired. “Ethan hates me. My presence here only irritates him.” Benjamin’s brows furrowed, anger flickering in his eyes. “Is this because you don’t have children? In a few years when Ethan is older, you can adopt one.” I certainly wasn’t going to be a fool again by raising someone else’s child. Before I could speak, Benjamin immediately stood up. “Stop being so ungrateful! You’re nothing without the Lewis family!” With that, he slammed the door on his way out. I stood there, a deep weariness washing over me. The next morning, I was awakened by a pain in my forehead. Opening my eyes, I saw Ethan standing smugly by the bed, clutching a toy car. “You bitch! How dare you make my dad angry!” Under my shocked gaze, Ethan sneered, “If you keep hanging around our house, next time I won’t just hit you with a toy car!” After delivering his threat, he turned and left. That toy car was the birthday gift I had given him last year. Years ago, when Benjamin’s mother placed the few-month-old Ethan in my arms, she had said earnestly, “Caroline, we’ve raised you like our own daughter. I hope you’ll treat Ethan the same way.” Yet all these years, though I’ve cared for him as my own, he wishes nothing more than my immediate death. I sat dazed for a while before getting up to wash and go downstairs for breakfast. I still had to attend Ethan’s parent-teacher conference today. However, as soon as I reached the living room, I heard two fierce barks. I froze immediately, seeing Ethan holding the leashes of two massive wolf dogs, smiling at me provocatively. The wolf dogs looked huge and ferocious, eagerly baring their fangs at me, drool dripping from their jaws. My face turned pale, and I didn’t dare move. Ethan knew I was terrified of dogs—he was clearly doing this on purpose. “Ethan, take them outside!” My voice trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat breaking out on my back. Ethan’s smile grew even more arrogant. “Mom, these are my new pets. Let them keep you company for breakfast!” With that, he had someone tie the barking dogs not far from me before sauntering away. I remained frozen for a long time. Only when the butler hurriedly came to take the dogs away did I weakly collapse onto the sofa, my palms drenched in cold sweat. After resting for about fifteen minutes, I suppressed my surging distress and got up to prepare for the parent-teacher conference. However, when I reached the entrance, I discovered the car was gone. The maid nervously explained, “Mrs. Lewis, Young Master Ethan ordered the driver to take him to school. He said you should find your own way there.” Not only that, Ethan had threatened all the maids that if I dared to take another car, he would fire them all. Seeing the pleading looks from the maids around me, I ultimately gave in. I had to walk from the hillside villa to the foot of the mountain, then take a taxi to the school. By the time I reached the classroom, I was already a few minutes late. Before I could enter, I heard Ethan’s hate-filled voice coming from inside. “Caroline seduced my dad for money and got my mom killed. She even pretends to be nice to me!” Under the strange gazes of the parents around, I said helplessly, “Ethan.” Seeing me appear, Ethan immediately shut his mouth, a flash of panic crossing his eyes. However, when he saw the person behind me, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed past me and rushed over. “Ms. Ellison!” Sabrina gently embraced Ethan and gave me a smug smile. “Mrs. Lewis, Ethan insisted I come to his parent-teacher conference. I’m really sorry.” Ethan snorted coldly, “I love Ms. Ellison the most! She’s not annoying like certain people!”

I stood frozen in place. The whispers of parents around me kept reaching my ears. “Is that Caroline? She doesn’t look like such a vicious woman.” “Don’t be fooled by appearances. If she hadn’t done something wrong, why would Mr. Lewis’s son dislike her so much?” “You’re right. That lady next to her is definitely prettier and gentler than Caroline. If I were him, I wouldn’t choose her either.” A flash of satisfaction crossed Sabrina’s eyes. Ethan affectionately pulled her hand to the seats, and even nuzzled his face against her chest like a spoiled child. “Ms. Ellison, after the parent-teacher conference, let’s go play together! I love spending time with you the most. You’re much more fun than those boring people.” I suddenly felt incredibly sad. Back then, Sabrina resembled Penelope, which was why Benjamin hired her as a tutor. She effortlessly won Benjamin and Ethan’s favor. Whenever I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would accuse me of not being as gentle as Sabrina, and that I was just being unreasonable. It was as if Christian and the others had completely forgotten that I had been quietly taking care of them for the past ten Christmases. Ethan made a face at me, full of disdain. “You can leave now. Having Ms. Ellison here is enough.” I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Since Ms. Ellison is with you, I’ll go.” Without lingering any longer, I left the school and contacted a divorce lawyer. I only returned home after receiving the divorce agreement. When I dug out that long-buried prenuptial agreement from the bottom drawer and saw the ten-year Christmas deadline stipulated in it, a wave of pain washed over me. Once I signed it, I would have nothing to do with this place anymore. Just then, my phone rang. It was Benjamin calling. As soon as I answered, his cold voice came through. “I’ve sent you an address. Be there in half an hour.” I agreed indifferently. Looking at the divorce agreement in my hand, I planned to have him sign it. Half an hour later, I arrived at the VIP room of Estelle Restaurant. As soon as I sat down, Benjamin handed me a contract. “Although Ethan isn’t your biological son, you’ve been good to him these past ten years. If you’re worried about growing distant from him in the future, I can give you some company shares to secure your future. I already know about what happened at the parent-teacher conference. After all, Ms. Ellison looks like Penelope, so Ethan’s closeness to her helps him not miss his mother as much.” I shook my head and pushed the contract back. “No need, Mr. Lewis. I appreciate your kindness. Just sign this.” With that, I handed him the divorce agreement I had already signed. When I first married into the Lewis family, I was just a humble woman, even the maids dared to mock me. Now Benjamin finally thought of compensating me, but what meaning did it have? Looking at the divorce agreement, Benjamin was stunned, anger flickering in his eyes. “Are you still upset with Ethan? He’s just a child. Don’t be so stubborn. I’ve already compromised.” Then, Benjamin tore up the agreement and looked at me with displeasure. I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In his eyes, perhaps I should happily accept this contract and continue playing the role of the dutiful wife and mother. But this time, I didn’t want to compromise anymore. Before I could speak, Benjamin’s phone suddenly rang. Sabrina’s tearful voice came from the other end. “Mr. Lewis…” Hearing her cry, Benjamin immediately panicked, with Ethan’s anxious calls in the background. Benjamin quickly got up and rushed home. As soon as he entered, he saw Sabrina sitting on the sofa, pale-faced, holding a painting and a black and white photograph. It was a portrait of Sabrina, but it was marked with a large “DIE” written in blood-red paint. The photograph was clearly an edited “funeral portrait.” Seeing me come back with him, Sabrina immediately burst into tears and cried directly to me, “Mrs. Lewis, I know you don’t like me, but why would you torment me this way?” I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she meant. Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he rushed forward to help Sabrina up. Sabrina leaned against his chest, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Lewis, when Ethan and I returned, I wanted to invite Mrs. Lewis to dinner, but I never expected to see this when I walked in. I’m just a tutor who happens to resemble your late wife. Why does Mrs. Lewis hate me so much?” Benjamin’s face darkened terribly, a vein throbbing at his temple. Then he turned to me and slapped me across the face. “Caroline, I thought you were just being temperamental, but I never imagined you could be this vicious!” A burning pain spread across my face, my ears ringing. Seeing Sabrina in tears, Ethan charged at me like an enraged little animal. “You bitch! Not only did you kill my mom, but you dare to bully Ms. Ellison!” “No…” Before I could explain, Benjamin coldly ordered, “Come here! Drag her outside. Don’t let her back in until she admits her mistake!” When it came to his beloved late wife and the woman he now loved, Benjamin refused to hear any explanation from me. The bodyguards roughly grabbed me and forcibly pushed me down onto the stone pavement outside the villa. “Watch her closely,” Benjamin said coldly before leaving with Sabrina. As heavy rain poured down, my clothes quickly became soaked, and the biting wind made me shiver uncontrollably. I smiled bitterly, never expecting to endure such humiliation even as I was leaving. When the rain stopped, Ethan came skipping over with a lollipop in his mouth. He smirked proudly, “Did you like my gift? Ms. Ellison told me that once Dad gets angry, he’ll hate you!” I was shocked. Looking at his innocent face, I asked softly, “Ethan, do you really hate me that much?” Ethan threw his lollipop at me, where it stuck in my hair before falling to the ground. “Hmph! Ms. Ellison told me that homewreckers like you deserve to be condemned by everyone! If it weren’t for you, how could my mom have died right after giving birth to me?” He deliberately splashed through puddles in front of me, splattering mud all over me. “Listen! A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my mother. Only Ms. Ellison is worthy!” With that, Ethan ran off without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished. The child I had raised with my own hands now despised me to the core. As darkness fell, Benjamin finally came to check on me. Seeing my miserable state, his eyes showed a hint of sadness, but he still said coldly, “Have you learned your lesson? Consider this a warning. Go back inside. I’ll have the family doctor examine you.” I remained silent, staggering to my feet and returning to the bedroom to retrieve the divorce papers I had prepared. After signing my name, I handed them to him. “Mr. Lewis, my mind is made up. Please sign.” After all, once I left, the Lewis household would soon have a new mistress. Benjamin’s face darkened as he glared at me angrily. “Caroline, you did something so despicable out of jealousy toward Sabrina. I’ve already forgiven you, but you still want to make a scene, is that it?” He snatched the divorce papers and carelessly signed his name. Then he threw the papers at my feet. “Fine. Let’s see how arrogant you really are! Where will you go after leaving the Lewis family? Once you leave, don’t ever come back.” After these harsh words, Benjamin stormed out of the room. I picked up the divorce papers from the floor, unable to hold back my tears. I could finally leave, no longer at anyone’s mercy. I quickly packed my bags and left Benjamin’s house without hesitation. After hailing a taxi, I simply told the driver, “To the airport.”

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The night before my engagement to Ian Parker, he got into a car accident while protecting his first love, Nicole Johnson. When I rushed to the hospital and looked through his medical report, I discovered he had never received a heart transplant. I turned pale with shock and asked his parents, “Didn’t he have heart surgery?” “Eleanor, what nonsense are you talking about? My son’s heart is perfectly healthy!” At that moment, I realized my seven years of devotion to Ian had been a ridiculous case of mistaken identity. After Ian was discharged, he publicly smashed our engagement ring in front of my spaghetti at a bar, wanting to break off our engagement. The onlookers expected me to beg him to stay through tears, but I simply nodded calmly and said, “Alright.” The man I truly loved had left long ago. Since Ian wasn’t even a replacement, why should I care about him? ***** Hearing my direct response, Ian’s face darkened with feminine energy. “What’s this? Changed your tactics? Everyone knows you’re my most devoted follower. How could you agree to break off our engagement?” “I told you, unless you personally put shoes on Nicole today, there might still be a chance for our engagement.” I stared at his chest, then looked up and said, “I can certainly do that, but you need to answer one question for me.” Ian sneered, “What is it? Are you going to ask if I love you like in some romantic drama?” I couldn’t care less about who he loved. Seven years ago, my first love Simon Williams was in a car accident on his way to our date. His undamaged organs were donated. Unable to accept this fact, I desperately tracked down the recipients despite the confidential donation information. Eventually, I found Ian. Since then, I followed him like a shadow out of guilt for my deceased lover, even longing to marry him. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Did you have a heart transplant seven years ago?” Ian impatiently replied, “Are you joking? If I had a heart transplant, could I be racing cars every day?” I closed my eyes in exhaustion, realizing I had gotten everything wrong. Keeping my promise, I personally put high heels on Nicole. The entire booth fell silent, and Ian stared at me in shock. Someone suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God! Eleanor actually did that to avoid breaking off the engagement!” “So what? Mr. Parker still has no feelings for her.” “Shut up!” Ian slammed his glass on the table, the loud crash of shattering glass silencing everyone. I was surprised that Ian would suddenly defend me. But wasn’t this humiliation something he had inflicted on me himself? He glared at me fiercely and shouted, “Are you deaf? Don’t you know what to do when someone insults you?” “Since you want to break off the engagement, don’t you have any demands?” I smiled bitterly and shook my head, responding, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” I felt it was better to leave promptly rather than waste time on the wrong person. Seeing me so desperate for the first time, Ian became flustered. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “You…” “Ian?” Nicole’s call snapped him back to reality, and he pushed me away. The back of my head hit the bar counter hard, causing my vision to blur from the pain. Nicole also twisted her ankle due to Ian’s sudden movement. Hearing her cry of pain, Ian immediately came to his senses, swept her up in his arms, and anxiously said, “Nicole, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” After Ian left, his friend threw a full glass of alcohol in my face. “Did you see that? That’s your place in Ian’s heart. How can you compare yourself to Nicole?” “So embarrassing. Stop clinging to Ian.” I wiped the alcohol from my face and calmly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t appear in front of his spaghetti again, and I never loved him anyway.” Hearing this, everyone looked at me in disbelief. Just then, an angry voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Ian had suddenly returned. Seeing my miserable state, he grabbed someone by the collar and roared, “Who did this?” The person frantically waved his hands in fear. “Ian, we didn’t do anything, just a joke.” I was surprised to see him standing up for me again. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and forcefully pulled me away. Just after pushing me into his car, his phone rang. “How serious is Nicole’s condition? I’ll be right there.” He glanced at me and casually said, “You can drive, so go home.” Watching his retreating figure, I called my private investigator, Brad Paisley. Learning I had found the wrong person, Brad apologized profusely and quickly sent new information: [After ruling out Ian, only Marcus from the wealthy Chapman family, who had surgery on the same day, matches the criteria.] Brad: [However, the Chapman family isn’t in this city, so he may have left long ago.] I replied: [Send me his most recent address and book the earliest flight available.]

When I got home, I grabbed my treasured bottle of liquor and started chugging it. In my daze, I thought I saw my first love, Simon, instead of Christian. He looked at me, his voice full of concern: “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself again? How can I not worry about you?” Hearing that familiar care in his voice, tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, afraid he might disappear. “Simon, don’t go…” As soon as I said this, the man I was hugging pushed me away forcefully. “Who the hell is Simon?” The angry shout instantly snapped me back to reality. Only then did I realize that the person standing before me wasn’t Simon at all, but Ian. Disappointed, I rubbed my temples and casually dismissed it: “Just a friend.” Ian didn’t seem suspicious. In his eyes, I was still that woman hopelessly devoted to him. I changed the subject: “What are you doing at my place?” Ian was momentarily stunned. I smirked coldly: “Aren’t we already broken up? Shouldn’t you be with Nicole right now?” He irritably scratched the back of his head: “Can’t I have other reasons to see you? There’s a business gala tomorrow night, and you need to attend with me.” I immediately understood. No wonder Ian wasn’t angry this time. He wanted to use me to maintain his reputation again. After all, I come from a prestigious family. Even though he deeply loves Nicole, I’ll always be his plus-one at these events. “Fine.” Anyway, I’ve been entangled with him for seven years. I consider this my final favor to him. Seeing how readily I agreed, Ian pushed his luck by cupping my face, intending to kiss me. However, I instinctively pulled away. “Are you rejecting me?” Seeing the resistance in my eyes, Ian immediately became furious with embarrassment. “Don’t you love Nicole?” I countered. My words seemed to hit a nerve. He angrily responded, “Fine, I’ll go kiss Nicole instead! Even if you beg me later, I won’t bother with you!” The next day, I arrived at the venue according to the address Ian had sent. As soon as I stepped into the hall, blinding camera flashes went off one after another. It seemed this gala was far more significant than Ian had let on. Perhaps he was using me for his schemes again. I walked calmly down the red carpet, only to see Ian intimately embracing Nicole for photos in the interview area. In response to the reporter’s leading questions, Ian brazenly introduced: “This is my fiancée’s adopted sister.” I didn’t know if Ian was being stupid or hadn’t fully woken up to say something like that. Nicole and I have no relationship whatsoever, yet he was not only using my reputation but also trying to get Nicole a piece of the pie. Seeing me appear, Ian flashed a smug smile and beckoned to me with his finger as if summoning a pet. The reporters immediately swarmed around like sharks smelling blood. One of them directly produced a photo showing me putting shoes on Nicole at the bar. My face was clearly visible in the photo, while Nicole in Ian’s arms was deliberately blurred. I didn’t even need to guess whose idea this was. The reporter aggressively asked, “Ms. Lambert, that’s you in the photo, right? I heard you’re willing to put shoes on his beloved woman just to please your fiancé. Will you also serve her when they’re in bed together? You’re the heir to the Lambert family. Are you really this obsessed with Mr. Parker?” Amid everyone’s mocking gazes, I laughed coldly and said, “I don’t love him anymore.”

After I finished speaking, everyone present stared at me with shocked expressions. Ian glared at me like I was insane, his face filled with astonishment and anger. However, I’d had enough and didn’t want to be tormented by him anymore. “I have something to attend to, so I need to leave now.” Then, I turned and walked away without looking back. The moment I pushed open the conference hall doors, an unprecedented feeling of relief washed over me. But just as I was about to get in my car and leave, Ian suddenly came running after me. He urgently blocked my path and said, “Eleanor, why can’t you be more reasonable?” I couldn’t be bothered to respond and intended to leave immediately, but he gripped my wrist tightly. “I know you’re angry, but as my wife, haven’t you experienced this kind of thing often enough? Can’t you be more gracious? Why do you have to quarrel with Nicole over such a small matter? Why don’t you consider my position more? What are Nicole and I supposed to do now that you’re leaving?” Seeing that I remained unmoved, he continued with feigned tenderness, “I’ll take care of the photo issue. Aren’t you satisfied with that?” I forcefully shook off his hand and coldly replied, “You don’t need to do that.” He looked incredulous and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t regret this!” I couldn’t be bothered to look at him again and turned to leave. As soon as I got home, my mother called. She anxiously said, “Eleanor, have you seen the news? What’s with that photo? How dare Ian make you put shoes on someone else in public?” Hearing my mother stand up for me, I was touched. Then, I gently reassured her, “Mom, don’t worry. I’ve already broken off the engagement with him. I won’t have anything to do with him anymore.” My mother responded joyfully, “Really? That’s wonderful! I always thought that guy was terrible.” I smiled and said, “Yes. We can also terminate our business partnership with his family.” My mother readily agreed. Just after hanging up, a message from Brad popped up: [A wealthy man from the Chapman family is holding a photography exhibition in New York recently. Would you be interested in going to see it?] My heart immediately raced, and the memory of that photography-loving boy Christmas resurfaced. I promptly changed my ticket to the earliest available. On my way to the station after quickly packing my luggage, Ian kept calling me. I kept hanging up, but it was to no avail. His angry voice came through from the other end of the line: “Eleanor! Are you crazy? Just because reporters criticized you, you want to get revenge on me? Why are you still causing trouble out of jealousy?” I sighed and calmly responded, “I’m not jealous.” But Ian, always arrogant and conceited, stubbornly believed I was just being petulant. “I’ll give you one last chance. Have your family back off immediately, and I can pretend nothing happened.” I hung up directly, not bothering to listen to any more of his nonsense. Looking at the disconnected phone, Ian felt an inexplicable sense of unease. However, he wouldn’t apologize to me first. After all, I had always been the one to admit fault in the past. Three days passed, and I hadn’t called him once. In the past, I would have come back to apologize within a day. Finally, Ian couldn’t hold back anymore and called one of our mutual friends to ask about my situation. When he asked where I was, our friend hesitated. After Ian pressed him repeatedly, the friend reluctantly told the truth. “Eleanor went to New York. She said she was going to find her boyfriend.” At this moment, I’m on the train scrolling through messages from Brad. He told me that Marcus, the wealthy heir of the Chapman family, is passionate about photography. His favorite hobby is venturing deep into remote mountains to capture rare natural wonders. I stare at the photo on my phone screen. The man in the picture has neat, short hair and eyes filled with an otherworldly detachment. For some reason, I find it quite amusing. He looks neither like a privileged rich kid nor like an art-obsessed photographer, but rather like a pastor ready to enter a church at any moment. However, on second thought, I start to feel anxious. I think someone as detached and dispassionate as him would be extremely difficult to approach. How to get close to him becomes a thorny problem. I nervously make my way to the photography exhibition in New York. I had planned to secretly look for Marcus first, but unexpectedly, as soon as I enter one of the exhibition halls, I see a middle-aged man wearing a gold necklace causing trouble. He’s grabbing the collar of a man whose back is to me, shouting, “I said I want to buy your work. Are you deaf?” From where I’m standing, I can clearly see the gold teeth in the middle-aged man’s mouth. But no matter how rudely he yells, the man being grabbed by the collar remains completely unfazed. I can’t help but look around, surprised to find that not a single security guard has come to intervene, and the entire exhibition hall is eerily empty, with no other visitors. Seeing the middle-aged man raise his fist, I can’t stand it anymore. I quickly step forward and shout, “Stop! Do you want to get arrested?” Hearing my words, the man glares at me. “Who do you think you are? This is none of your business!” I wave my phone in front of his eyes and say, “I’ve recorded your little performance. If you don’t want to be detained, stop right now.” The man’s face instantly darkens. He lets go of the other man and lunges toward me to grab my phone. However, this is exactly what I wanted. As he rushes forward, I pull out my stun baton from my bag and jab it into his stomach without hesitation. This guy clearly underestimated me, and with no defense prepared, he immediately convulses from the shock and collapses to the ground. I calmly put away my stun baton. Just as I’m about to leave, I suddenly hear a light male voice from behind me. “Hey.” Without turning around, I wave my hand dismissively. “No need to thank me.” However, the man chuckles. “Who said I was going to thank you? I’m saying you’re in the wrong place.” “What?” The man who had been grabbed by the collar slowly stands up, his back still to me, brushing dust off his clothes as he continues, “Don’t you know? This exhibition hall isn’t open to the public. You and that guy on the floor are both uninvited guests.” Hearing him lump me together with that middle-aged man, I immediately feel my blood boil. “I didn’t see any sign prohibiting entry! Is this how you treat someone who just saved you?” The man suddenly laughs. “Saved me? Come on, stop playing these childish games.” He points toward the entrance and continues, “Can’t you see that huge sign?” Somewhat irritated, I look at the sign by the door. I had seen it when I came in—wasn’t it just reminding visitors not to bring pet dogs inside? I storm over to the entrance to take a closer look and am immediately speechless. Someone had used a marker to crudely add the word “People” before the original “No Dogs Allowed.” Now the complete message reads “No People or Dogs Allowed.” I stand there dumbfounded, at a loss for words. After a long silence, I hear the man’s soft laughter behind me. “Do you see it clearly now?” I have nothing to say and start to walk out with my head down. Then he speaks again, “What’s wrong? Not playing my savior anymore?” I never expected to save a madman. I don’t want to say anything now; I just want to leave quickly and find that rich young man, Marcus. But after taking just a few steps, something makes me glance back. I see a man in loose-fitting overalls leaning against the wall, smiling at me. I freeze instantly because that mocking face belongs to none other than Marcus, the very person I’ve been desperately searching for. He’s been right in front of me, and I failed to recognize him. Our first meeting has turned into such a big misunderstanding. Seeing me frozen in place, Marcus’s eyes flash with interest. He casually gives a hard kick to the unconscious middle-aged man on the floor, then walks up to me and asks, “Tell me, how would you like me to repay you?” I close my eyes, wishing I could go home right now, but thinking about my first love, I force myself to endure. If I could be infatuated with a man like Ian for seven years, then what’s a man like Marcus? He’s the carefully groomed heir of the Chapman family, so I still give him a perfect smile. “May I treat you to a meal?”

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I was kidnapped when I was six months pregnant and imprisoned in a glass room filled with surveillance cameras for three full years. When I was rescued, I had lost my memory, my uterus had been removed, and I could never become a mother—until Liam Carter saved me. He said he was my husband, that I had lost my memory in a car accident, and that Emily White was my best friend. He treated me with utmost tenderness. We adopted a child together and named him Ethan. On Mother’s Day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Liam and Emily. “Are you sure Isabella hasn’t discovered that Ethan is our child?” “Don’t worry. That idiot has been raising Ethan for five years.” Emily leaned into his arms and said emotionally, “Back then, if you hadn’t arranged for someone to kidnap her, I couldn’t have successfully taken her place. The Williams family still believes I’m the real heir. It’s ridiculous!” “Once she helps us raise Ethan, we’ll find an excuse to take him back. Then the Williams family assets will be ours.” I trembled all over, realizing they had been deceiving me all along. If that’s how it is, I’m determined to teach them a lesson. ***** In the office, Emily’s voice, feigning concern, came through again. “Liam, what if she suddenly recovers her memory? If she remembers what happened back then, I’ll lose the Williams Group shares I worked so hard to get.” Liam laughed and said, “She was tortured beyond recognition back then. She won’t recover that easily.” “If she really does recover her memory, we can just kidnap her again. As long as the Williams family still recognizes you as the heir, she can’t do anything.” Hearing this, I nearly lost my balance. I remembered what had happened. When I woke up in the hospital, I had lost my memory. Liam claimed to be my husband, saying I had been severely injured in a car accident, with abdominal trauma that resulted in my uterus being removed. We had been married for a year, and I had felt guilty countless times for not being able to get pregnant. So Liam went to an orphanage and adopted a child named Ethan. I poured all my love into Ethan, doting on him completely. Everyone told me Emily was my good friend, the eldest daughter of the Williams family. So I made her Ethan’s godmother. It turns out this was all part of Liam and Emily’s scheme. And Ethan was actually their biological son! They not only harmed me deeply but also deliberately replaced me, stealing the life that should have been mine. Hearing the sounds of heavy breathing from inside the room, I turned and stumbled away. Back home, I calmed myself before opening the door, and immediately saw Ethan sitting on the living room floor, completely absorbed in arranging colorful beads and strings before dinner. I stared at him in a daze. The son I had doted on for five years was actually Emily and Liam’s love child. But Ethan is innocent… I approached and crouched beside him, asking softly, “Sweetie, what are you making?” Ethan looked up proudly and said, “Mom, I’m making a Mother’s Day gift!” I was touched. Just as I thought the gift was for me, Ethan said, “It’s for Emily. She loves pretty things the most.” Feeling disappointed, I asked with a trembling voice, “Did you prepare a gift for me too?” He frowned impatiently and said, “No, you hardly ever play with me. Emily plays games with me every day and buys me treats! Mom, stop bothering me!” Just as I was about to stand up, Emily and Liam returned. Ethan excitedly held up the necklace and ran to them. “Emily! Look, I made this gift for you!” Emily exclaimed with delight, “I love it so much! Thank you!” Watching their happy scene, I froze in place, at a loss. Liam smiled as he walked to my side, gently embracing me, and said, “Isabella, Happy Mother’s Day. I bought you a gift.” He took out a diamond necklace and put it around my neck. When I was close to him, I smelled a perfume—lily of the valley, Emily’s favorite. I felt nauseated. Liam turned to Ethan and smiled, “Sweetheart, would you like to ride the Ferris wheel today? Just the three of us.” Ethan shouted with joy, “Yes! Yes!” Then he threw himself into my arms. “Mom, can you make your special barbecue ribs for us? We’ll eat them when we get back.” I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him. “Okay.” I’ll just consider this the last time I make barbecue ribs for him. Watching the three of them walk away hand in hand, I was so upset that it took me a long time to come back to my senses. As I turned around, I saw Ethan’s small backpack that had fallen to the floor, and I picked it up. But the zipper wasn’t fully closed, and the items inside spilled out. I looked closely and froze. It was a butterfly hairpin with blood on it.

I picked up the hair clip and frowned. The small butterfly design on the clip was exquisite, with dried blood on its wings. Ethan was a boy who only showed interest in toy cars and building blocks. I was puzzled about where this hair clip came from. When Ethan returned home that evening, I casually asked, “Ethan, I found a pretty butterfly hair clip in your backpack today. Where did you get it?” Ethan, focused on assembling his blocks, replied indifferently, “I found it at Emily’s house. The butterfly on it looked nice, so I put it in my backpack.” I continued, “I noticed there was blood on the butterfly…” Ethan knocked over his blocks forcefully, interrupting me impatiently, “I don’t know. Mom, you’re so annoying!” I froze, clenching my fists painfully. “Enjoy your playtime then,” I mumbled, gripping the hair clip tightly as I left the room. The next day was Ethan’s birthday. Emily had specially arranged a birthday party for him at the Williams Estate. As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard sharp yelling around the corner. “You can’t even carry a cup of coffee properly. Useless!” A stout maid was slapping a five-year-old girl across the face. I immediately rushed over, positioning myself in front of the little girl, and said, “What are you doing? That’s outrageous!” Upon seeing me, the maid instantly switched to a fawning expression and explained, “Mrs. Carter, Miss Emily Williams kindly adopted Lily. But Lily is completely useless…” “That’s enough. You may go.” After dismissing the maid, I crouched down to examine the child. Lily was skin and bones, her body covered in injuries. I found cotton swabs and medicine to treat her wounds, but accidentally noticed the butterfly hair clip in her hair. It was identical to the one I had found earlier. I asked her softly, “Does it hurt?” Lily nodded but instinctively shrank back defensively. Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder. Liam’s smile was gentle, but his eyes revealed a panic I’d never seen before. He said, “Isabella, the Williams family is here to see Ethan. Let’s go join them.” I replied, “Just a moment. I haven’t finished treating this child’s wounds.” But Liam pressed firmly on my shoulder, saying anxiously, “Leave it. She’s just a servant’s child. Everyone is waiting for you.” His behavior seemed unusual to me. Unable to refuse, I could only push the medicine back into Lily’s hands, saying, “I’ll come find you later.” After saying this, Liam led me to the banquet hall. Edward Williams sat there in his tailored suit, with Emily standing obediently beside him. “It’s been five Christmases since Emily came to us with my daughter’s ring to claim kinship. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” Emily displayed a shy smile. Watching this scene, I recalled the conversation I’d overheard days ago, and felt a pang in my heart. I thought, “This is clearly my family, my home!” In front of me, Mr. Edward had just put down his coffee cup when Ethan approached with dessert. Edward smiled and said, “Thank you, Ethan! Isabella has raised you well!” But Ethan objected, “That’s not true! Dad and Emily taught me all this, it has nothing to do with my mom!” A silence fell over the room. I was disappointed. Even though I wasn’t Ethan’s biological mother, I had loved him deeply all these Christmases. But now it seemed my efforts meant nothing. Halfway through the birthday celebration, Ethan was about to cut the cake. Before I could hand him the cake, I heard a scream. I turned to see Lily tumbling down the stairs, blood spreading everywhere…

Lily was curled up on the floor, her face deathly pale. I instinctively moved to rush over to her. But Liam suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Isabella, today is Ethan’s birthday! Don’t let this little incident ruin the party. Someone will take her to the hospital.” I looked at him. Liam frowned, his expression appearing concerned. Ethan put down the cake knife and complained, “Mom, my cake hasn’t been cut yet! Come help me.” Emily impatiently said, “Hurry up and get this girl to the hospital, Jinx.” Watching the servants carry Lily away, I finally relaxed a bit. I patted Ethan’s head. “Okay, I’ll help you cut the cake.” Halfway through the party, I overheard a maid quietly telling Emily, “Ms. Emily Williams, that girl isn’t doing well…” Emily replied impatiently, “She won’t die. Don’t bother me with such things!” I clenched my fists. Lily’s pale little face kept flashing in my mind. As soon as the party ended, I made an excuse and rushed to the hospital. Since Lily’s incident happened at Ethan’s birthday party, I couldn’t just ignore it. When I arrived at the hospital, Lily was already in surgery. The doctor walked out with a grave expression and said, “The child needs an emergency blood transfusion, but her blood type is Rh-negative. The blood bank doesn’t have enough in stock.” I immediately rolled up my sleeve and said, “Take my blood. I’m Rh-negative.” The doctor nodded and had a nurse take me to the blood collection room. But shortly after, the doctor shook his head at me while holding the blood test results. “Mrs. Carter, your blood type does match, but direct relatives cannot donate blood to each other. It’s hospital policy.” I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Direct relatives? How is that possible…” The doctor said, “The blood type matching results indicate you and this child have a mother-daughter relationship.” I couldn’t stop trembling. “Lily is my daughter?” Just then, a nurse came running. “Doctor, the blood bank has transferred Rh-negative blood from another hospital. The surgery can continue!” The operating room light came on again. I collapsed into a chair, my mind in chaos. I thought, “No wonder Liam keeps preventing me from contacting Lily, and Emily allows everyone to bully her… just because she’s my child!” After the surgery, the doctor came out and said, “The surgery was successful. The child is out of danger now.” I was finally relieved. Just as I was about to ask about Lily’s condition, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. Edward approached, leaning on his cane with a servant’s support. He said in a gentle tone, “I heard someone from the family had an accident, so I came to check.” Lily was wheeled out, her face still pale. Edward sighed softly, “This child is pitiful indeed, but thankfully nothing serious happened.” He looked at me and said, “Isabella, you’re a good girl. Thank you.” My emotions were complicated. I forced a smile and said, “I just met Lily today and felt sorry for her, which is why I paid her more attention.” After chatting briefly, Edward, not feeling well, decided to leave first. I escorted him downstairs and watched his car drive away. Then I looked at the white hair in my hand. It was a strand of hair I had just taken from Edward’s shoulder. I immediately submitted the sample to a DNA testing center. After making sure Lily was settled, I returned home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Liam sitting on the sofa. He asked, “Where have you been?” I didn’t respond. He impatiently said, “Did you go find that child? Today is Ethan’s birthday. How could you neglect him for an unrelated child?” I scoffed and looked him straight in the eye. I asked, “Liam, why don’t you want me to have contact with Lily? What are you hiding?” Liam froze. In just a moment, he regained his composure and said helplessly, “You misunderstood. Ethan hasn’t seen you. He’s in his room throwing a tantrum right now.” I said, “Then I’ll go check on Ethan.” I walked into Ethan’s room and found him gripping a pair of scissors, viciously cutting up the teddy bear I had sewn for him with my own hands. Shocked, I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan replied resentfully, “Mommy, you only care about that dirty kid. So I don’t want you anymore!” He glared at me fiercely and said, “Anyway, Dad and I both like Emily more. It doesn’t matter whether you’re here or not!” With that, Ethan tossed the stuffed animal into the trash can, dropped the scissors, and ran out of the room without looking back. I staggered slightly, my heart aching. I walked over to the trash can and saw it filled with all the Christmas gifts I had given Ethan—hand-knitted scarves, his favorite picture books, and more. I fought hard to hold back my tears. The next day, I rushed to the hospital, only to learn that Lily’s condition had suddenly worsened that morning and she had been taken to the emergency room. I waited anxiously outside the emergency room. After a while, a nurse came with transfer papers and said, “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Emily Williams says she wants to help transfer Lily to another hospital.” Emily and Liam approached together. She pretended to be concerned and said, “I heard Lily’s condition worsened, so I came to check on her. I didn’t expect Isabella to be here too.” I ignored her, only concerned about Lily’s condition. Emily looked at Liam with a hurt expression and said, “Liam, does Isabella have something against me? I’m just worried about Lily. The Williams family has better medical resources. Why don’t I arrange for her transfer? It would help her condition.” I immediately refused, feeling anxious, “No, her condition isn’t stable enough for a transfer.” Liam looked at me reproachfully, “Isabella, what relationship do you have with that child? Instead of staying home taking care of Ethan, you’re here worrying about a stranger! This is Emily’s adopted child, it has nothing to do with you!” I gave him a cold look and said firmly, “No.” Liam’s eyes turned fierce, “Isabella…” Just then, the doctor came out. I ignored them and immediately asked anxiously about the situation. The doctor frowned and said, “We suspect the patient has drug poisoning. We’ll have to wait for the test results.” I recalled what Emily had said and felt confused. But when I turned around, they were already gone. Using the excuse of checking Lily’s medical records, I went to the hospital’s surveillance room and retrieved the security footage from last night. In the video, a medical staff member sneaked into Lily’s room, secretly switched her medication bottles, and then left casually. I downloaded the surveillance video and said angrily, “Emily…” After calming myself down, I went to Lily’s hospital room. She was lying pale in the hospital bed, still unconscious. I held Lily’s hand tightly and said sadly, “Lily, from now on I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” I won’t let anyone who has hurt us get away with it! My phone suddenly vibrated—it was a message from the DNA Testing Center: [Test results are ready. Confirmed that Isabella Williams and the test subject Edward Williams are direct blood relatives.] I gripped my phone, finally feeling reassured. I took a deep breath, took a screenshot of the test results, and sent it to Edward with a message: [Hello, this is Isabella Williams. At Christmas, Emily stole my family ring that my mother gave me and used it to connect with you. This test report proves that I am your real granddaughter.] [If possible, I’d like to meet with you.] I leaned back in the chair, trembling. A minute later, a sharp ring broke the silence of the room. My phone vibrated frantically. It was Edward calling.

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On my birthday, I mistakenly used David Turner’s ex-wife’s rose-patterned dinnerware. Thirteen-year-old Tom Turner suddenly flipped the dishes, spilling scalding corn chowder on the back of my hand. He watched coldly as I screamed in pain. “This was my mom’s custom wedding dinnerware! I don’t allow anyone else to touch it!” he said. Tom then rushed to his room and smashed the last jeweled bracelet my mother had left me before she died. “If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have left me! When I grow up, I’ll kick you out of my house!” he shouted. I stood there quietly, feeling neither sad nor wronged, just sighing softly. “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” ***** I grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned the soup stains off myself. As I turned, I accidentally knocked the dishes to the floor. The dish broke in half upon impact. “You wicked woman! That was my mom’s favorite dinnerware!” Tom, who had been wearing a defiant expression, suddenly exploded. He stared at me intensely, his expression severe. I looked at the broken pieces and said, “Tom, you’re lying. Your mother hated roses. Why would she custom order dinnerware with that pattern?” Caught in his lie, Tom became flustered. He kicked over a chair and ran out the door clutching his worn-out backpack. This time, I didn’t follow him to the corner store to buy him cookies as I usually did. After cleaning up the mess, I quietly walked to the storage room. The urn that should have contained my mother’s ashes was completely empty. I heard the toilet flush. When I rushed into the bathroom, trembling as I scooped up the last traces of ashes, Tom gloated: “Serves you right! You broke my mom’s precious dinnerware! I made your most precious thing disappear too!” He made a face at me, then ran away. I stared at the grayish-white traces on the floor, feeling heartbroken. At Christmas, I had moved from my countryside farm to the factory housing complex with the canvas bag my mother had sewn. But the low walls of the housing complex completely cut off the free wind from the farm. They took away the college acceptance letters addressed to me and handed me a three-year-old boy who loved to bite. I spent my youth teaching him how to tie his shoelaces and solve math problems with a pencil. Yet it only took him the time to smash an urn to destroy all the love I had for him. I stood there in silence, catching the familiar scent of laundry detergent. Looking up, I saw David standing in front of my spaghetti. Like father, like son—Tom and David shared the same arrogance and the same dislike for me. David sat at the dinner table waiting for his meal after work. He examined me with a frown and said directly, “Why are you fighting with Tom again? He just started middle school. Why are you arguing with him?” Seeing that I remained silent, David grew impatient. His eyes fell on the urn I was holding, but ultimately he said nothing more. After a while, he said in a dismissive tone, “What’s past is past. The living are more important than the dead.” I felt as if I had been with them for ten Christmases yet never left even the slightest impression on their hearts. After dinner, David habitually pulled me toward the bed. I instinctively didn’t push him away. He unbuttoned my collar and slipped his hand inside my clothes. His warm breath fell on my face. David said, “It’s your birthday today, so I’ll allow you not to take birth control. If you can get pregnant, have the baby. Stop fighting with Tom.” His body grew warmer, but I felt cold. When we first married, I had loved this handsome factory manager in his Christmas prime. Three months after our wedding, I became pregnant. I remember telling David the news that day, and how his expression instantly turned cold. He coaxed me into taking abortion pills. David said, “Tom is my first and will be my only child. If you get pregnant and have your own child, you’ll surely neglect Tom.” Afterward, he became even more vigilant. Every time we had sex, he made sure to watch me take birth control. Ten Christmases had passed. The doctor said I might never be able to get pregnant again. Now David’s words seemed like a Christian offering to me. I thought, “What did I do wrong to make him treat me this way…” For the first time, I gathered the courage to push away the man lying on top of me. I said, “David, our ten-year Christmas term is up. It’s time for me to divorce you.”

The atmosphere grew tense. David said impatiently, “Tom is just a child.” “As his mother, it’s your fault for not raising him properly!” I lowered my head and smirked coldly. At Christmas, David, the factory manager, fell in love with my cousin Amanda Carter, an ordinary worker. The Carter family got several jobs at large chain supermarkets thanks to David’s connections and moved into a luxury apartment. Their marriage was happy. But Amanda’s health was poor, and she suffered from postpartum depression before passing away. The Carter family sent me to the Turner household overnight to be Tom’s stepmother. David initially refused, but his parents agreed. They thought hiring a nanny wasn’t as good as marrying a woman. Finally, the two families made a ten-Christmas agreement. Although David and I are legally married now, not a single person from either family acknowledges the legitimacy of our relationship. Tom has never called me “Mom.” This was the first time I didn’t avoid David when he was angry but looked straight into his eyes. I said, “I’m not angry, just that at Christmas, the agreement between our families will expire.” “I really should leave. Staying here only causes trouble for you and Tom.” Hearing my words, David’s expression softened somewhat. He looked at me suspiciously, but the tension eased. He compromised. “If you’re pregnant, I’ll talk to my mother. She might agree…” I said, “Don’t bother.” At Christmas, my father ran off with another woman, and my mother and I stayed at Amanda’s house. If I didn’t owe the Carter family a favor, I would have asked David for a divorce long ago. My father didn’t love me and left me nothing. David doesn’t love me, nor would he love my child. If I had a child, they would be unloved like me. I couldn’t bear to do that. I walked to the desk and wrote down Tom’s living habits and study progress over these Christmases. I said, “These days, I’ve written down everything Tom likes to eat and all his preferences in this notebook.” “He’s grown up now and can take care of himself. You can hire a housekeeper in the future. Just follow what’s in the notebook, and nothing will go wrong.” David took a deep breath and threw the notebook directly into the fireplace to burn. He pointed his index finger at my nose and said, “Lily, don’t push it.” “It’s your birthday today, so I won’t argue with you. Think it over carefully!” The door slammed shut. But a second later, the door opened a crack. Tom was still wearing the badge his teacher had awarded him. He threw his book hard at my temple and said viciously, “Bad woman! If you keep hanging around our house, I’ll hit you!” The book fell to the floor—it was one I had given him. Tom forgot that his academic achievements he’s now so proud of were all because of my help. Amanda and I were close. Before she died, she asked me to take care of Tom, saying he was a good kid and would surely be grateful to me someday. At that time, I looked at the adorable three-year-old Tom. He seemed to understand and smiled happily. In that moment, I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with David. But after ten Christmases, it’s time for me to wake up from my dream.

The next day, I packed my bags. To take care of Tom, all my clothes these past ten Christmases have been gray and black, colors that don’t easily show dirt—much like my gloomy life. But it doesn’t matter. I’m about to welcome my own freedom. I was heading to the station to buy tickets when I ran into my widowed neighbor. She showed her face at the door, and Tom laughed as he threw himself into her arms. “Good morning, Ella,” he said loudly. His voice was so loud that other neighbors looked our way. “Lily used some tricks to marry David shortly after his cousin died.” “Now Tom isn’t even close to her. What good has it done her?” Hearing these words, Tom seemed even happier and spoke even louder. “Ella, Dad loved the cake you made yesterday. Lily’s cooking is terrible.” When I first moved here, I wasn’t good at handling relationships and was ostracized by neighbors, so I stayed home experimenting with cooking. Back then, three-year-old Tom was very attached to me. He would eat every bit of the cakes and cookies I made. In his eyes then, I was like an angel sent from heaven. But now, though my cooking skills haven’t declined, Tom looks down on me. Ella smiled at Tom in her arms, then looked at me challengingly. “Children are the most innocent and adorable. They never lie,” she said. “David marrying you was the luckiest thing that could happen in your life.” Ella had a mole at the corner of her eye, just like Amanda’s. Because of this similarity, she—a widow—was assigned an apartment by the factory. Tom often ran to her place to play. When David came to pick him up, the three of them standing together looked like a family. “You’ve even bought tickets. Are you trying to threaten me?” I had come to Amanda’s home with my train ticket. Amanda’s mother, Kelly Edwards, clutched my train ticket with displeasure. “I’m just fulfilling our previous agreement,” I said. “I’ve been their nanny for ten Christmases, and now I want to live my own life.” She slapped me hard across the face and said, “You country girl, how ambitious you are! You and your mother lived in our house, and now that she’s dead, you want to leave?” She tried to slap me again, but I caught her hand and looked at her calmly. “My mother and I lived in your house for five Christmases, and I’ve worked at David’s for ten. We’re even now!” I said. “I’m not here to ask for your opinion. I’m just here to inform you.” These past ten Christmases, I’ve acted with a clear conscience. As a wife, I’ve taken meticulous care of David. While he went out to work, I handled all the household matters. Every day, I also had to endure his insatiable sexual desires. As a mother, I’ve raised Tom to become a known genius in the middle school. I gave him all my love. And he achieved excellent grades. I played every role well, except I failed myself. After saying goodbye to Kelly, I turned to see David’s cold, feminine energy-depleted gaze. David said, “Are you really leaving? You’re a Christmas-aged divorcee, no one will want you anymore. “I advise you to think carefully. If you don’t get along with Tom, just let him go to Ella’s place after school. You won’t have to worry about anything.” I smiled and said, “Thank you. That won’t be necessary.” David grew increasingly angry. According to his imagined scenario, I should have happily accepted his proposal and stayed out of gratitude. But I’d rather endure the pain than continue living this numb existence. Ella mocked me, “Lily, it’s too much how you despise me. “Mr. Turner has provided for you all these Christmases, and has never mistreated you. “Do you hate me that much?” As she spoke, Ella actually turned away with tears and nestled into David’s arms. David shouted at me angrily, “Lily, apologize to Ella right now!” Tom picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it at me, saying, “I don’t want you as my mom anymore! I want Ella to be my mom! “You bitch! You killed my mother, and now you want to hurt Ella!” The stone hit my temple, causing pain. I looked at Tom seriously and asked, “In your heart, am I the murderer who killed your mother?” “Aren’t you?” he furiously headbutted my stomach, knocking me to the ground. That’s when I suddenly realized he had grown to be as tall as me. Tom developed slower than other children his age, and I tried everything to provide him with proper nutrition. Through winter cold and summer heat, I considered everything thoroughly for him, from his studies to his friendships. These ten Christmases, the time spent with him has occupied a third of my life. Yet all my efforts couldn’t withstand Ella’s few provocative words. I just felt disappointed. David and Tom looked at me as if I were a beggar on the street coming to collect a debt. Perhaps I once did beg them for love, but now all misunderstandings could only end with this divorce agreement. I took the agreement out of my pocket, handed it to David, smiled at the three of them, turned around and went inside to get my luggage. David didn’t even glance at me, busy fussing over Ella. But I felt like he was waiting for me to say something. I knew that with David’s charm, there would always be new women in his life who would consider being his wife the highest honor. But none of that concerned me anymore. I hailed a taxi, wanting to leave this home as quickly as possible. However, after the car started, Tom suddenly appeared on the road, spreading his arms to block the car.

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For twenty years, I devoted myself completely to raising three abandoned children I found, sacrificing everything to give them a good life. I never married, never pursued my own dreams, just worked tirelessly to help them thrive. But when a twist of fate left me pregnant at forty, those children I loved as my own became strangers, tearing me apart with their words. It all started with my eldest daughter, Tina White, who had just earned her degree from a prestigious university overseas and was about to begin an enviable job at a hospital in the big city. On a stormy night, she locked me out of her clean, tidy apartment, leaving me soaked in the rain. “Get rid of that baby or don’t step foot in my home again!” she said coldly, her voice as icy as the pouring rain. “You’re not my real mother anyway, I don’t owe you anything.” Then there was my second son, Jason White, who had just gotten engaged to a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was planning the perfect wedding. He showed up at my door, not with love, but with a bottle of pills he tried to force me to swallow. “I’m starting a new life,” he roared, with anger that even he seemed ashamed of. “Why are you having a baby at your age? You’re embarrassing me!” And my youngest daughter, Judy White, who had recently found her birth mother and couldn’t wait to leave the country with her, didn’t hold back either. She sneered, her words sharp as knives. “You just had to interfere, didn’t you? Dragging me into your home, ruining my chance at a perfect love story. Now you’re pregnant with God knows whose child? This is what you get for meddling.” Twenty years of love, sweat, and tears, only to be rewarded with three ungrateful children who would rather spit in my face than call me mom. Well, if that’s how they feel, I’m done with them. I don’t need these heartless bastards in my life anymore. ***** “You old witch, getting knocked up at your age with some bastard child—have you no shame at all?” The moment Tina heard about my pregnancy, her voice filled with rage and her face contorted. She jumped to her feet and berated me as if I were nothing. Her anger hit me like a slap across the face, my heart tightening in my chest. I was shocked, but part of me understood. What 26-year-old wants to hear their mother is having another child? A sudden brother or sister? It’s certainly hard to accept. Fighting through her harsh words, I forced a smile and pleaded softly, “Tina, you’ve always been my rock, my capable daughter. Can you help me this time?” She let out a cold laugh, her words growing sharper: “Help you? You’re over forty, parading around with a belly for the whole world to see. You might not be embarrassed, but I’m mortified!” Her eyes flashed, “This isn’t up for discussion. You need to terminate the pregnancy.” I clenched my fists as a cold fear spread through me. For twenty years, I had given up love, comfort, even my health to raise Tina and her siblings, pouring everything I had into them. When I discovered I was pregnant, my first thought was to end it—I didn’t want the children to feel my love would be divided. But the doctor warned that medication abortion carried risks and recommended surgery. Knowing Tina was about to start working in obstetrics at a top hospital, I thought she would be the one to help me through this difficult time. Instead, she was ashamed of me. I pressed my lips together, my face hardening for the first time in front of her. “I’m not getting rid of it,” I said firmly. “I’m keeping this baby.” Tina’s face darkened, and before I could react, her hand struck my face hard. “You shameless woman!” she spat. My cheek burned with pain, but the shock of her hitting me broke my heart even more. The next second, she shoved me out the door. “You can die on the street for all I care, but that child cannot stay!” Outside, thunder and lightning crashed through the downpour. I stepped in a puddle and nearly fell. Instinctively, I twisted to protect my belly, landing hard on my back instead. A sharp pain shot through my tailbone, making me cry out in agony. Before I could catch my breath, Tina rushed over, her face contorted with rage. She kicked my stomach viciously. “You stupid old fool, still protecting that bastard child?” she roared. My stomach throbbed with pain, my breath caught in my chest. This was Tina, my first adopted child, the girl I had raised as my own. For her future, I had saved every penny, sold everything I owned, even mortgaged my only house to gather a million dollars to send her to university in Europe. When she needed money abroad, I worked myself to the bone, cutting every expense to ensure she never went without. And now, when I needed her most, she treated me like I had some contagious disease. The cold rain pelted my skin, but my heart felt colder. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and struggled to my feet, my voice steady despite the pain. “Tina, I just wanted to ask for your help. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm, her voice shrill. “You think you can just walk away? You really want to keep that child?” I met her gaze, seeing nothing but disgust and resentment in her eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking—twenty Christmases of motherly devotion, and this was what it came to. I had loved her like my own daughter, but I had been wrong about her. I didn’t answer, which only fueled her anger. “What, silence solves everything now?” she shouted. A passerby’s voice carried over, and embarrassment flashed across her face. She yanked me back inside, shoving me toward the corner of the table, ramming my stomach against it again and again. When she was little and bumped into that table, I had padded every sharp corner with foam to protect her. Now, she didn’t care at all, mercilessly using that same table against me. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face turned pale. I grabbed her hands, my voice trembling as I begged, “Tina, please, let me go. I’m your mother.” She wouldn’t listen. Her face was twisted like a wild animal’s, as if she wouldn’t stop until she broke me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open. Jason and Judy’s voices rang out in unison. “Tina, what the hell are you doing?”

Tina grabbed my hair and refused to let go, each tug sending searing pain across my scalp. I reached out toward Jason and Judy, who stood frozen, seemingly unable to process the scene before them. “Judy, Jason, help me…” I gasped, my face pale. Jason suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed forward, shoving Tina away. “What the fuck are you doing to Mom?” he roared. “Do you have any conscience left?” I collapsed against him, his arms catching me. In that moment, I briefly felt a glimmer of family warmth. Judy frowned, hurled a few sharp words at Tina, then took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, her hand brushing against my cold palm. Tina’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “This old witch is pregnant and says she wants to keep it. If you two think that’s fine, take her to your place!” She folded her arms. “She’s not staying here. Do whatever you want—she’s not my real mom, and I don’t owe her a damn thing.” Her previous attack had already broken my heart, but hearing her coldly say she had no obligation to me sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I looked at her, my eyes filled with disappointment. Tina met my gaze, her eyes hard. “What? Am I wrong?” I lowered my eyes, feeling Jason’s body tense against mine. He exchanged a glance with Judy, then turned to me, his voice uncertain. “Mom, is what Tina saying true?” A flicker of doubt, perhaps judgment, passed through their eyes—my heart sank. Despite everything, I still clung to a shred of hope, forcing a weak smile. “It’s true,” I said. “I’m keeping this baby.” Jason’s face darkened, his expression turning to disgust, as if I were something filthy he’d scraped off his shoe. Judy yanked the jacket off my shoulders, threw it to the ground, and ground it with her heel. She even pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse and sprayed it toward me, as if my pregnancy were some kind of plague. Jason’s voice was ice-cold. “Mom, this is ridiculous. You know I’m getting married soon. You’re pregnant now? It’s like you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head. “Tina’s right, this baby can’t stay.” Judy chimed in, her tone full of contempt. “Exactly. What’s the point of having a baby now? You think we’ll help you raise it? Tina’s starting her career, Jason’s having a wedding, and I’m going to Europe with my birth mother. You’re just causing problems for us.” I gripped the table to steady myself, staring at all three of them—my children, now standing against me. Tina, I had already lost. But Jason and Judy? I raised them from nothing, through countless hardships. Jason was sickly as a child, and I cared for him like he was my own flesh and blood. At school, his wealthy classmates had everything, and when he wanted thousand-dollar sneakers, I didn’t hesitate. I delivered food until I could barely stand, slept only three hours a night, all so he wouldn’t feel inferior. When he couldn’t get into a tutoring program, I knelt outside the teacher’s door for five hours, begging them to accept him. In college, when he didn’t want his classmates to know about me, I quietly walked away without a word. Now he’s engaged to a rich girl, and I’ve become his burden. And Judy—I never shortchanged her. She got just as much as Tina and Jason. True, I was strict with her when she dated in high school, but when she found her birth mother and abandoned me, I let her go without saying a word. My expression hardened, all tenderness toward them gone. “This baby is mine, and you have no right to dictate my decisions. If anything happens to it, you’ll all pay a price you can’t imagine.” With that, I pushed past them and headed for the door. Judy screamed and rushed over, slamming it shut. “No way! This baby has to be dealt with today—you’re not ruining our lives!” I almost laughed. When I was a young single woman, I adopted these three children without ever thinking they’d ruin my life. But now, they stood there, convinced my pregnancy would destroy their futures. My mistake was letting these ungrateful brats into my heart. I’d had enough. I needed to leave. Before I could move, Jason’s arm swung toward me, a blunt force crashing against my head. Everything went black. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, the ropes burning against my wrists.

The rope dug deep into my skin, binding me to the chair. My three beloved children sat across from me, staring as if I were their worst enemy. My head felt like it was about to split open, weak and heavy, fear gripping my heart. “What are you doing?” I asked softly. Tina lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think? We’re forcing you to get rid of that child.” She casually tossed a handful of pills onto the table, making my heart skip a beat. Jason stood up, grabbed a few pills and walked toward me. “Mom, don’t act like we’re the bad guys,” his voice was hard, “you’re the one who didn’t think about us. Getting pregnant at your age? Aren’t you ashamed? We’re completely humiliated.” He leaned in close, offering the pills. “Be good now, swallow these. It’s better for everyone.” His figure loomed over me, his eyes flashing with a cruelty I barely recognized. These past years, in his pursuit of marrying into wealth, he’d learned plenty of dirty tactics. Now, those tactics were all directed at me—the woman who raised him from nothing. My heart froze solid. “I won’t take them!” I clenched my lips, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch this baby. It’s the Howard Group CEO’s child!” Tina frowned, her patience exhausted. “Your stubbornness won’t help!” she yelled, “Pry her mouth open and force them in! I’d rather she choke to death than give birth to that bastard!” Jason took a deep breath, his hand clamping down on my jaw, trying to force the pills into my mouth. “You’re lying!” he roared, “Mr. Howard? A powerful man like him interested in a cleaner like you?” I shook my head desperately, my brain rattling inside my skull, using all my strength to keep the pills out. He lost patience and called Judy over to hold me down. Together they restrained me while Jason tried to push the pills into my mouth. I refused to let them succeed. I bit down hard on Jason’s hand. “Ah!” he cried out in pain, his face contorting. He slapped me across the face, making my cheek burn with pain. “You old witch, you dare bite me?” My face stung like fire as he called Tina over to help hold me down. I was just a rag doll now, firmly restrained by the three children I had raised. Jason’s face twisted with rage as he finally forced the pills down my throat, immediately following with a pot of scalding hot water. The hot water burned my throat painfully, leaving me gasping for air. “You all…,” I choked, my mouth blistering from the hot water, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable. The three of them stepped back, smug smiles spreading across their faces. They even hugged each other, celebrating as if they’d won some victory. Once, scenes like this had warmed my heart. When Tina got accepted to that prestigious overseas school, we hugged and cried in our 200-square-foot rental. When Jason recovered from his illness and got into college, we danced and laughed outside his high school. When Judy landed a job at a big company, we wept with joy at a roadside restaurant. Now, their celebration was about destroying me, burying me alive. I closed my eyes tight, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I tried desperately to vomit, wanting to expel the pills. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child—my own flesh and blood. Tina noticed my struggle and her expression darkened. She broke free from their embrace and rushed toward me. “You stubborn old fool, still fighting back?” She roared, raising her hand to strike. The door was suddenly smashed open with a tremendous crash. “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice thundered like lightning.

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I was kidnapped for ten Christmases. When I finally returned home, I discovered my parents had adopted a new child. To avoid conflict between me and their “fake daughter” Janet White, they sent me to a popular reality show. Every day, I had to fight pigs for food, compete for sleeping space, and endure nightly brainwashing sessions where the crew made me chant a hundred times about how wonderful my parents and Janet were. One wrong move, and they would strip me naked, throw me into a well where I could easily drown, or leave me to suffer in some creepy old widower’s cabin. By the end of the show, I had finally become the “good child” and “big sister” my parents wanted. But on the day of the grand premiere, I walked off the edge of the TV station’s rooftop—my parents were completely devastated. ***** I knelt at the doorway, begging my father Richard White and mother Grace White. My voice was flat and mechanical as I recited the vows I had been forced to memorize. “I’m sorry, Mom, Dad. I know I messed up. I swear I’ll be good to Janet from now on. She always comes first. “Janet is the best. Janet is number one. Janet is more important than my life.” As soon as the words left my mouth, director Lucas Wright shouted, “Cut!” The reality show was finally over. Lucas announced we were done, but I remained kneeling, numb and unable to move. Meanwhile, Richard and Grace were all smiles, shaking Lucas’s hand as if he had just given them a miracle. “Thank you for training our Helena so well,” they gushed. “We’ll make sure every relative and friend watches when the show airs!” Lucas grinned and turned to me. “Helena, you need to maintain good relationships with your family now, understand?” He reached out to help me up, but I flinched, my eyes fixed on his extended hand. His arm froze midair as Richard snapped, “What kind of attitude is that?” I didn’t answer. Lucas just chuckled and ruffled my hair. “It’s no big deal. Girls get shy, right? She probably just going to miss us!” He patted my shoulder firmly, his eyes locking with mine. “Don’t forget how good we were to you.” My stomach churned, but I forced myself to nod, swallowing the tremor in my chest. After the crew left, Richard and Grace brought me inside. Just as I stepped through the door, I caught Janet rolling her eyes slightly, quick and secretive. But when Richard and Grace looked at her, she bounced over happily. “Helena! Oh my God, I missed you so much!” she said cheerfully. “You’ve been gone for so long—come on, let me show you your room!” Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the bedroom. The door clicked shut, and her facade instantly vanished. “You little bitch,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her features twisted with malice. “Why did you have to come back? It would’ve been better if you’d died out there.” I stared at her, unmoved. I’d seen this act before. Years ago, when the police first brought me back from the village where I’d been trafficked, she had cornered me behind Richard and Grace’s backs, telling me to get lost. And I was their biological daughter. Seeing no reaction from me, her lips twisted into a sneer. Then, quick as lightning, she slapped herself across the face and collapsed to the floor. “Dad! Mom! Help!” she cried out. Richard and Grace rushed in. The red mark on Janet’s face was enough. Richard’s face turned purple as he kicked me to the ground. “What the hell did they teach you there?” he roared. “She’s your sister, and this is how you treat her? We shouldn’t have brought you back!” Grace held Janet, her eyes full of disappointment. “Janet has always been so good to you, how could you do this?” Richard pulled out his phone. “I’m calling the crew right now. Maybe they can take you back.” His words made my head buzz. Sending me to that nightmarish reality show had been Janet’s idea in the first place. For weeks, they treated me like an animal. They made me sleep in a pigsty, forced me to compete with pigs for food, claiming it was “character building.” At night, I had to kneel at the crew’s feet, listening to them drone on about how perfect Richard, Grace, and Janet were. If I dared resist, they would strip me naked and throw me into a well, leaving me shivering in the freezing water, one slip away from drowning. Worse still, they would lock me in some creepy old widower’s shack in the village to torment me. As the memories flooded back, I fell to my knees, banging my head against the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” “I shouldn’t have hurt Janet. I’m the worst. I don’t deserve to live!” I kept repeating it, even as blood seeped from my forehead.

Richard and Grace stood there, shocked. Finally, Grace stepped forward, her expression softening, ready to help me up. But Janet let out a dramatic sob. “Please, Mom, Dad, don’t be mad at Helena. It’s my fault she hates me so much that she’d hurt herself.” Richard’s face darkened further. “You didn’t do anything wrong. She started this!” He rushed over and yanked me up by my arm. “Enough. We still need to try on new clothes. Let’s go.” At the mall, I nervously scanned the clothing racks, not daring to touch anything. Richard glanced at my tattered clothes with disgust, then pointed at me and shouted at the clerk: “Find her something decent. For God’s sake, she’s a girl—looking like this, it’s absolutely humiliating!” The clerk brought out a size chart and asked, “What size does your daughter usually wear?” Richard and Grace both turned away, their faces tightening with embarrassment. I had only been home for a short time after being sent to that reality show makeover program, still wearing the same old ragged clothes. They had no idea what size I wore. The clerk approached me with a measuring tape. From the corner of my eye, I caught Janet raising her phone, her gaze filled with malice. Her lips moved silently, saying: “Filthy slut.” In an instant, the world around me distorted. I was no longer in the store—I was back in that hellish village. Those leering staff members, with their disgusting smiles, ropes in hand, slowly closing in on me. “Stay away from me!” I screamed. They couldn’t catch me again—never. I frantically pushed the clerk away, my vision blurring, stumbling like a trapped wild animal. The mannequins around the store flickered in and out of focus, their blank faces transforming into the villagers who had humiliated me, their sticky gazes locked onto me, eager to grab me, pin me down, and tear my clothes apart again. I swung my arms, knocking over mannequins that crashed to the floor. Richard and Grace, startled by my outburst, rushed to grab me, but in my eyes, they were just more monsters trying to drag me back into that nightmare. I had to escape. Clothes flew off the racks and were trampled under my feet as I careened through the store. The manager shouted about calling the police. Finally, they cornered me in a fitting room, and the chaos stopped. Richard slapped me hard across the face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” The slap snapped my head to the side, my cheek burning with pain. I slowly turned back, meeting the naked disgust on Richard and Grace’s faces. Outside, a crowd of onlookers gathered, some whispering: “What kind of lunatic is this?” “God, she’s terrifying. If she’s sick, she should be locked up in a hospital, not scaring people here!” As the crowd’s mockery grew louder, Richard and Grace hurriedly took me out of the mall. Back home, Richard shoved me into my room. “You little brat! You did that on purpose, didn’t you? To humiliate us? To get revenge on us?” “Kneel there and think about what you’ve done!” I knelt down, lowering my head and curling up, a movement that had become instinctive now. They didn’t know that kneeling was the easiest part. I’d rather kneel a thousand times than be violated. Hours passed—I didn’t know how many—when Janet’s voice came through the door crack. “Why give her food? She made us all look like fools. She doesn’t deserve to eat.” “No water either. One night without food won’t kill her.” I curled up tighter, my body aching. I hadn’t eaten in two days since the show ended. Sharp pains twisted in my stomach. I needed something—anything. My gaze swept across the room, landing on a notebook on the bookshelf. Without thinking, I grabbed it, tore out pages, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into my mouth. The paper scraped my throat raw, but I was too hungry to care. The next morning, the smell of food wafting through the house pulled me from sleep. Outside my room, Richard and Grace were talking with someone. “Your older daughter is back, right? Why isn’t she out for breakfast?” a voice asked. Grace sighed, her tone full of annoyance. “She’s probably still in bed. Kids these days, lazy and spoiled.” “Well, things were completely different when we were young… I’ll go call her.” The bedroom door was pushed open abruptly. “Helena, breakfast,” Richard called. I stumbled out on shaky legs, dragging my steps into a dining room packed with guests, the table loaded with steaming dishes. I glanced at Grace. “Am I allowed to eat now?” She frowned, confused. “Of course you can eat. What, like we’re starving you or something?” Before she finished speaking, I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the trash can, and began stuffing its contents into my mouth. It was all food scraps—fish scales, wilted lettuce, eggshells. I didn’t care. The room fell silent. Everyone stared at me with horrified expressions as I shoved garbage into my mouth.

A hand grabbed my hair, yanking me upright. Richard’s face was purple with rage. “Who taught you to eat this garbage?” he roared. His palm cracked across my face. “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?” I didn’t flinch, just swallowed the food in my mouth, expressionless. Grace walked toward me but stopped when she smelled the fish stench on my clothes, gagging slightly. Her eyes softened with concern. “Helena, what’s wrong with you?” A shocked relative interrupted, “That’s Helena? What happened to her? Eating garbage… those traffickers are monsters!” Richard and Grace froze, their faces tense. They had always avoided the truth about my kidnapping. Many Christmases ago, during one of their heated arguments, they had threatened to “get rid of” a child, leaving me by the neighborhood dumpster. That’s when traffickers took me. Unable to face their mistake, they adopted Janet, pretending nothing had happened. Now, reality hit them hard. Richard’s grip on my hair loosened, and I collapsed to the floor. But I was still starving. I crawled back to the trash can, grabbing the unfinished scraps. Grace rushed over to stop me, but I mistook her for a crew member from the reality show. I bit down on her hand. She screamed, clutching her bleeding palm, her eyes filled with fear. “You bit me?” Janet rushed over, protecting Grace, glaring at me with pure hatred. “How could you do that to Mom?” The relative who had spoken earlier fell silent, staring at me like I was a monster. Richard’s temper exploded. He charged forward, kicking me away from the trash can. “You dare hurt your mother?” he bellowed, pointing at me on the ground. “I don’t have such an ungrateful daughter!” My throat was too dry to speak. I swallowed the apology I’d been trained to blurt out. The gathering dispersed, and to “teach me a lesson,” Richard locked me in the storage room. In the cramped, dark space, I instinctively wanted to curl up in a corner. My foot caught on a box, and I fell, knocking it over. Toys and clothes scattered everywhere. Panic swept over me. If Richard and Grace found out I’d messed up again, they would give up on me completely. I swallowed my fear and slowly moved to the door, turning on the light. The room brightened, and I saw my childhood toys and Christmas clothes scattered on the floor. At the bottom of the box was a photo of the three of us—Grace, Richard, and me—smiling carefree. On the back was Grace’s handwriting: [Forever love my precious daughter, Helena.] Tears slid down my face. I clutched the photo tightly, my knuckles white. I thought they had thrown all this away long ago. Maybe Richard and Grace hadn’t given up on me. Maybe they still loved me. A spark of hope ignited in my chest. If I told them what happened on the reality show, would they understand? Could they comprehend why I became like this? But then, I heard their voices outside the door. Richard’s tone was sharp, filled with frustration. “I just don’t know what to do with her. Why did we end up with such a useless child? I wish she had never come back!” “Don’t say that,” Grace whispered. “She’s still our daughter.” Her words warmed my heart, but only for a moment. Richard’s voice grew louder. “Compared to Janet? Please! Helena is a disaster. Who would want her?” “I wish we only had Janet,” he spat. “She’s sweet, considerate, always puts family first. But Helena? She only embarrasses us and causes trouble with her sister. This house hasn’t known peace for a moment!” Grace sighed heavily. “I’m thinking maybe we should send her away…” “Here’s the plan,” she continued. “Tomorrow, at the premiere event, we’ll talk to the director and see if they can take her back for more training. We’re willing to pay any price.” “And if that doesn’t work?” Richard growled. “We’ll dump her back in some remote garbage heap and be done with it for good.” Richard and Grace’s words completely extinguished what little hope I had left. I collapsed on the floor, staring blankly at the storage room door. I had been fooling myself all along. Richard and Grace had given up on me long ago, just like our family memories, carelessly tossed into boxes in this dust-covered room. The next morning, they let me out. Grace put a clean outfit on me. My eyes were vacant, my body unresponsive. Janet spoke up, her voice filled with fake concern: “Helena’s face is so dirty. Let me take her to wash up.” Her perfect daughter performance put Richard and Grace at ease. They allowed her to take me to the bathroom, but for safety—worried I might go berserk—they tied my wrists with rope. In the bathroom, Janet shoved my head into the toilet. “You piece of trash,” she snarled, “you think you deserve to wear the new clothes Mom and Dad bought?” “No matter how much you wash, you’ll never clean off the marks of all those men who used you.” The suffocation was nothing compared to the freezing well water I’d been forced to endure on the reality show. I didn’t fight back or say a word. Janet, bored with my silence, finally let me go. In the car, Grace hesitated, keeping her distance. “Helena, today is important. Can you behave?” I stared at the rope on my wrists, saying nothing. Richard snorted coldly. “Ungrateful little brat.” The car arrived at the TV station in the city, where director Lucas greeted us with a beaming smile. “Today’s the big premiere! I’m counting on you all to stir up some excitement!” Richard nodded. “Of course. But we still need your help. Our eldest daughter still has some bad habits. She needs more… correction.” Lucas’s smile deepened, his eyes scanning over me. “No problem. As long as you’re willing, we can keep helping her improve.” Before they could say more, Lucas’s assistant Noah rushed over. “It’s starting! Lucas, get the guests inside!” Facing the cameras waiting to film, Richard and Grace untied my wrists. Once inside, the flashing lights hit me, and I recognized familiar faces. The reality show crew—those who had treated me like livestock—sat in the “VIP” section. Richard and Grace, hearing these were people who had “taken care of me,” dragged me over to thank them. “Say it,” Richard hissed, “say thank you.” My stomach churned. When I didn’t move, he roughly pushed my head down. “Speak!” I opened my mouth, but all that came out was vomit, splattering all over the clean clothes they’d put on me. Richard’s face darkened, and he opened his mouth to yell, but the cameras made him hold back his anger. He swallowed his rage. Lucas quickly had someone take me to the bathroom to change clothes. This was just a small incident, and the premiere continued. From backstage, I heard Lucas’s confident, smooth voice: “Our show is dedicated to documenting the transformation of troubled teenagers. Our team works tirelessly to guide each young person toward a better path.” Then, Richard and Grace were invited on stage. “Thank you to Lucas and the entire team,” they said, “you’ve given our daughter a brand new start, a brand new life!” A brand new start? I laughed bitterly, turning toward the stairwell. ***** The host’s voice was loud and enthusiastic. “Now, let’s welcome the successfully transformed young lady—Helena!” Applause erupted, but the stage remained empty. Lucas’s face tightened as he began sending people to find me. Just then, his phone buzzed. He answered, and Noah’s panicked voice screamed through the phone: “Lucas! Helena jumped from the roof of the TV station!”

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On my wedding day, five months pregnant, I was kidnapped and after a day and night of torture, cruelly thrown off a cliff. I lost my baby due to severe bleeding, my life hanging by a thread. Yet my fiancé, Ezra Garrett, publicly called off our engagement and married his first love, Luna Hicks, instead. It was Ezra’s brother, Colton Garrett, who frantically rushed me to the hospital and brought in top specialists to save me. He knelt by my hospital bed, softly promising he didn’t mind what happened to me and would take care of and protect me. Three years into our marriage, he showered me with affection, but by chance, I overheard a conversation between him and his friend Aiden Schmidt. Aiden said, “I heard your wife went to get medication again, but didn’t the doctor say her body was too damaged to ever get pregnant? That Christmas when you arranged for Adeline to be kidnapped to ensure Luna could marry Ezra. All these years, you’ve been secretly giving her contraceptives. Poor woman.” Colton’s voice was calm and cold. “Only when Adeline was ruined did Ezra have an excuse to break off the engagement. I had to do it for Luna’s happiness. “Besides, someone like her who’s been defiled doesn’t deserve to bear my children.” Tears streamed down my face as my heart shattered into pieces. So the supposed redemption was nothing but an elaborately woven lie, a false comfort. If that’s the case, I’ll leave. ***** The gossip in the office cut into my heart like sharp blades. I listened in shock. Inside, Aiden’s voice carried a hint of pity. “Adeline loves you deeply. Aren’t you afraid she’ll discover the truth…” Colton’s expression was cold as he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk, saying coldly, “What if she does find out? I’ve already sent the people I hired overseas. Where can she go now except depend on me?” Aiden frowned. “Colton, aren’t you afraid of karma?” Colton sneered, “Her baby died from hemorrhaging, and I haven’t faced any consequences, have I? She takes contraceptives in her daily medicine and still obediently calls me husband. She now lives in luxury with endless money—that’s my compensation to her.” Aiden put down his glass heavily, saying helplessly, “Don’t regret this later.” I covered my mouth tightly, fighting back tears. What I thought was true love and salvation was just a carefully calculated scheme. Hearing footsteps approaching, I hurriedly turned and stumbled out of the company. Rain poured down, mixing with my tears. I looked at the ring on my finger, yanked it off, and threw it into the drain. Five years ago, I was kidnapped before my wedding. The kidnappers, ignoring my pregnancy, raped me for a day and night, recording videos that spread across the internet. Ezra immediately canceled our engagement and married Luna instead. When I tried to jump from my hospital bed to end my life, Colton burst in and held me tight. He said, “Don’t be afraid, you have me. I’ll marry you and protect you for life.” He threw the kidnappers into the sea, deleted all videos to clear my name, canceled all his work, and stayed by my hospital bed daily. But in the end, the man who loved me so deeply was the true culprit behind my suffering. I walked to the hospital in a daze. The doctor looked startled when he saw me. “Mrs. Garrett, do you want the same medication as before?” I forced a smile and asked directly, “Is that medicine really for helping with pregnancy? Please tell me the truth. I won’t tell anyone.” After a long silence, the doctor’s cloudy eyes welled up with tears. “Actually, it’s contraceptive medication. Your body can’t handle it anymore, but Colton instructed me to…” Hearing this confirmation, all I felt was bone-chilling cold. For three years, Colton personally made sure I took the medicine daily, claiming it was for my health. He would say, “Adeline, I just want you healthy, always by my side.” When I returned home that evening, I was soaked. Seeing me drenched, Colton hurriedly approached with a towel. “Why are you so wet? When it rains, you should have your assistant pick up your medicine. I’ll be heartbroken if you catch a cold.” His eyes were full of tenderness, but to me, they felt like knives cutting into my heart. If I hadn’t heard those words, I might still believe he truly cared for me. I forced a smile. Colton thought I was upset about the baby. He pulled me into his arms, comforting me softly, “I don’t care if we have children or not, as long as I have you. “If you really want children, we can adopt from an orphanage. You can have as many as you want.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging painfully into my palms. Trying to stay calm, I said, “I asked the doctor today, and he said I don’t need to take the medicine anymore. I want to stop…” Colton’s body noticeably stiffened. He hesitated for just a second before putting on a concerned expression. “Adeline, you need to focus on your health. After you finish these pills, I’ll find you an even better doctor.” His tone left no room for argument. He smoothed my disheveled hair and kissed me lightly. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your medicine. Tomorrow we have a Garrett family dinner.” Colton took the medicine into the kitchen. I laughed bitterly at myself. One moment he said all he needed was me, the next he worried I’d ruin his plans, insisting on personally giving me the medicine. The husband I once took pride in, the blissful marriage—it was all fake. I don’t want this place full of lies anymore. And Colton, I don’t want you either.

The urge to leave grew stronger by the minute. I returned to my room and stared at the invitation from Doctors Without Borders that I’d received a month ago. At the time, I hadn’t wanted to accept it because of Colton. But now, I had nothing holding me back. I decisively replied accepting the offer and booked a flight for three days later. As I walked out of the bedroom, I ran into Colton coming toward me with medicine. He said, “Adeline, take your medicine, be good.” I suppressed the pain in my heart and drank the medicine in one gulp. Colton smiled with satisfaction. “I’ll cook dinner for you tonight.” Watching him walk into the kitchen, I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up all the medicine I had just taken. Fighting through the cramping pain in my stomach, I had barely left the bathroom when I heard Colton’s phone chime with a message notification. I picked up his phone and unlocked it on the first try—the password was Luna’s birthday. Luna had sent a message: [Colton, thank you for the gift.] In the attached photo, Luna wore a sexy slip dress with a blue diamond necklace prominently displayed around her neck. It was the exact birthday gift I had wanted. At the time, Colton had apologetically told me the necklace had already been sold and promised to make it up to me. All along, he had secretly given it to Luna. I placed the phone back with a bitter smile, a wave of self-mockery washing over me. Early the next morning, Colton and I returned to the Garrett estate. As soon as we entered the living room, a plate came flying toward me, shattering at my feet. Phoebe’s sharp, disgusted voice rang out: “Alice! Scrub the floor tiles three times with disinfectant wherever that filth has stepped!” I bit my lower lip, desperately suppressing the pain inside, remaining silent. Colton held my hand and whispered reassuringly, “Mom’s just like that. Don’t take it personally.” I said nothing. Throughout our marriage, Phoebe had never liked me, and the incident at our wedding only intensified her disgust. Yet Colton had insisted on marrying me, so she had reluctantly accepted. Just then, two people came down the stairs—Ezra and Luna. Luna, with her pregnant belly, had a delicate face full of maternal gentleness. Phoebe rushed forward to support her, then shot me a cold glance: “Luna is so considerate, unlike some people who still can’t bear children.” Her words stabbed into my heart like a knife. Colton sighed softly, “Mom, Adeline is already working on improving her health.” But Phoebe wouldn’t let up, pointing at me in dissatisfaction: “Improving? If it weren’t for your insistence, someone like her who was raped wouldn’t be fit to marry into our family.” Luna then flashed a meaningful smile and said, “Mom, don’t be angry. Maybe Adeline will get pregnant soon. Let her and Colton spend some quality time together for now.” Phoebe’s expression darkened further as she coldly stated, “Adeline, if you’re not pregnant by next year, I’ll make Colton divorce you.” Hearing this, Colton gave me an apologetic look: “Mom, Adeline and I will try our best.” My heart felt like it was being torn apart. They knew better than anyone why I couldn’t get pregnant. After dinner, Luna said she wanted me to accompany her for a walk, affectionately linking her arm with mine as we left the living room. She smiled sweetly, though with obvious calculation: “Adeline, I’ve decided, if I have a boy, I’ll name him Charles, and if it’s a girl, Freya. What do you think?” I froze and stopped walking. These were clearly the names I had chosen for my unborn child. Back then, Luna was still my good friend, and I had eagerly shared this secret with her. Now, she was even stealing the last thing I had of my child. “Why?” I blurted out. Luna’s fake smile instantly vanished, her voice turning icy and harsh: “Adeline, after three years, you’re still useless. Even though Colton married you, he’s never neglected me. If we both fell in right now, who do you think he’d save—you or me?” Before I could react, she yanked me hard, and we both tumbled into the artificial lake beside us.

Cold water rushed into my mouth and nose as I helplessly sank deeper, without even a chance to call for help. The faint light above my head gradually dimmed. I don’t know how much time passed before someone pulled me from the water. As I lay on the ground coughing violently, I saw Colton rescuing Luna. She was wrapped in a soft towel, her eyes red as she looked at me. “Adeline, I was just trying to convince you to live happily with Colton and have a child soon. Why did you push me? You can hurt me if you want, but what about the baby in my womb?” Her voice trembled with tears. My throat felt like someone was squeezing it tightly. Before I could speak, Phoebe slapped me hard across the face. “You disaster! We should never have let you marry into our family. Luna is pregnant, how could you do this to her?” She glared at me coldly, her tone sharp as ice. “You worthless woman, how dare you cause trouble at the Garrett estate? If you don’t apologize to Luna right now, get out of this house and never come back.” Ezra held Luna protectively in his arms, glaring at me furiously. “Adeline, you’re just jealous that Luna is having a baby. A venomous woman like you deserved to be raped back then.” I trembled, the chill spreading from my bone marrow throughout my body. Colton looked at me too, his voice cold. “Adeline, you’re clearly in the wrong here. Apologize to Luna.” I stared at him in disbelief. Each of his words was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into my heart. Under everyone’s intense stares, I slowly fell to my knees and said with a shaking voice, “I’m sorry.” Luna displayed a sickening fake smile, making a show of helping me up. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” Phoebe glared at me coldly. “Adeline, you can skip dinner today. Go back to your room, change your clothes, and think about what you’ve done!” I instinctively looked toward Colton, desperate for even a hint of comfort or understanding. However, he was only watching Luna with concern, as if worried she might have been harmed. My heart instantly turned cold. I turned away numbly, stumbling back to my room. I stayed in the bedroom for a long time, not taking another step outside even as the sun completely set beyond the window. But strange sounds came from the adjacent guest room. Due to poor soundproofing, I clearly heard Colton’s suppressed breathing. Through the partially open door, I saw him passionately kissing Luna. “Luna, I’ve missed you so much.” His voice was restrained, yet couldn’t hide the flames of desire. Past images of intimacy between Colton and me flashed through my mind. Each time, he would always finish quickly, even covering my eyes with his hand. I thought he was showing restraint, not knowing he was using this method to imagine I was his beloved Luna. Luna moaned softly, feigning weakness, “Colton, I know you love me, but unfortunately I’m married to Ezra. We can never be together in this life.” She deliberately paused, then unbuttoned Colton’s clothes. “You’ve done so much for me. Today, let me properly thank you, okay?” Colton interrupted her urgently, “Luna, you’re pregnant.” Luna responded seductively, “It’s fine, the doctor says it’s okay.” Soon, the room was filled with passionate breathing. My heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer. Even though I’d long known Colton had no feelings for me, the pain of this moment still suffocated me. I clenched my hands, letting tears slide down my cheeks. I silently counted the time in my head. Soon, I would leave this place, saying goodbye forever to this world of pain and humiliation. The following evening, Colton’s company was hosting a charity dinner. I’ve never been fond of attending such social events, but this time, as Colton was selecting his tie, I said, “Take me with you.” I’d consider this our last time together. Colton paused, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. Since our return from the Garrett Manor, he’d vaguely sensed something was off with me. However, I still acted as I normally would. So he merely assumed I was still upset about what happened at the Garrett Manor and didn’t press further. At the event, Luna and Ezra were also present. Colton mentioned he needed to socialize, and I nodded, turning to find a quiet corner to rest. However, at that moment, my dress was suddenly caught under someone’s heel. With a loud rip, my gown tore open. In an instant, the scars left on my body from the previous rape were completely exposed for everyone to see. People around immediately began to gossip. “Isn’t that Mr. Garrett’s wife? Are those scars from those kidnappers? How frightening.” “I saw that video too. When she was being raped, her expression seemed rather… enjoyable, not like she was being forced. Maybe she’s into that sort of thing.” Those sharp, piercing insults cut through me like blades, slowly tearing my heart apart. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, my body trembling uncontrollably. Just then, Luna appeared, feigning concern: “Adeline, are you alright?” But as soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her voice and sneered, “Do you like the gift I sent you?” Humiliation and anger surged within me, and I instinctively moved to push her away. But before I could touch Luna, she deliberately fell backward, clutching her stomach and crying out, “Ah! My baby!” Colton, hearing the commotion, rushed over immediately. He moved even faster than Ezra, anxiously helping Luna up. “Luna!” Luna curled up in Colton’s arms, sobbing, “I was trying to help Adeline leave, but she pushed me!” Colton’s forehead veins bulged, his voice low but filled with anger: “Adeline, what’s wrong with you now?!” His deliberately lowered voice pierced my soul like shards of ice. “I’ve clearly been too lenient with you these past Christmases. Luna is pregnant, and you dare lay hands on her!” Luna whimpered pitifully, “Colton, my stomach hurts so much.” The concern in Colton’s eyes was undisguised as he carried Luna away without even a glance in my direction. I felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen. The surrounding gossip nearly consumed me. “Look at how anxious Mr. Garrett is. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was carrying his wife.” “Adeline always seemed so gentle and fragile, who knew she could be so vicious. Luna is pregnant, and she still attacked her.” “Mrs. Luna Garrett is pregnant, while Adeline still can’t conceive. She must be jealous, probably planned this all along.” The humiliation came in waves, and I was utterly devastated. I straightened my back, desperately trying to hold back tears as I walked step by step out of that place of shame. Back home, I quickly packed my bags. Then, I signed the divorce papers, placed them in a prominent spot in the living room, and left without looking back. At the airport, while waiting to board, my phone rang. Colton had sent a message: [Luna’s condition is very serious. If you realize your mistake, come to the hospital immediately and apologize to her!] Without hesitation, I replied: [I did nothing wrong, and I will not apologize to her!] After that, I silenced my phone and tucked it into my bag. Once on board, I found my seat and gazed out at New York growing smaller in the distance. My eyes were slightly red, but my heart felt incredibly free. “Goodbye, Colton. From now on, we have no connection whatsoever.”

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My husband, Ethan Stewart, hated me for six whole Christmases because of the death of his first love, Hailey Fields. I humbly tried to win back his heart, only to be met with his cold mockery: “Julia, if you really want to atone, then die.” Those words pierced my chest like a blade. But when flames engulfed the entire factory, he suddenly rushed in and pushed me away. He collapsed in my arms, blood quickly soaking my clothes, his breathing so faint it was barely noticeable. He said, “Julia, if there’s a next life, let’s not meet again.” Paul and Camila wept bitterly at the funeral, nearly fainting. They regretfully said, “If we hadn’t forced you to break up with her, if we hadn’t made you marry Julia, none of this would have happened.” “Julia, Ethan was held back by you time and again, and now he’s dead because of you. You should have been the one to die!” Amid endless blame and guilt, I eventually chose suicide, closing my eyes at his grave. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to six Christmases ago. This time, I was determined to stay away from Ethan, for everyone’s sake. ***** “Julia, you think forcing me to marry you with our families’ engagement is enough? I’m being coerced! I will never like you!” I froze for a moment, looking up to meet those familiar eyes. It was Ethan, alive. But the Ethan before me was completely different from the mature, reserved, and profound man in my memory. Now he was more like the twenty-one-year-old Ethan, raw and straightforward. I really had returned to six Christmases ago. Just as tears were about to fall, I quickly lowered my head and softly asked, “You love Hailey, and that’s why you don’t want to marry me, right?” This was a fact I’d long known, but bringing it up again still sent a sharp pain through my heart. Ethan sneered, “So what if I do? Will you break off our engagement?” Fighting back the bitterness in my heart, I nodded. “Yes.” My parents were war comrades with Ethan’s parents before they passed away. After their death, they entrusted me to his family. The engagement was arranged then, solely to provide me with security. However, Ethan’s parents always respected my wishes. If I asked, this marriage could indeed be canceled. Ethan was stunned for a moment, then frowned, “Julia, what do you think marriage is? I’ve already submitted the application to my commander, Ivan Powell. Now you want to cancel?” I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, he cut me off, “I have matters to attend to at the base. If you want to break the engagement, tell my parents and Ivan yourself.” With that, he turned and left, his retreating figure resolute and without a trace of attachment. Watching him walk away, the tears I’d been holding back finally streamed down my face. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe. Ethan and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Because our parents were close, he always looked after me. He even got hurt multiple times protecting me. I thought he might have feelings for me too, so I secretly told my parents I liked him. My parents also admired Ethan and proposed the engagement to his parents. Later, after my parents passed away, I moved in with his family to fulfill the engagement. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Until I met his first love and realized he never loved me at all. My feelings for him were nothing but shackles holding him back. In my previous life, after I died, my soul lingered at his grave for a long time. Until a passing witch guided me, allowing me to be reborn to fulfill my obsession. And my obsession was to let Ethan go, to give him a life without complications. After coming to this realization, I went to find Ivan first. After hearing me out, he looked troubled. “Julia, have you discussed this with Mr. Stewart? You’ve been together for so long, don’t give up on marriage over something small.” I gave a bitter smile. “Mr. Powell, you misunderstand. We were never dating. He loves someone else, and I don’t want to hold him back anymore.” Ivan seemed to recall Ethan’s first love and sighed deeply, returning the marriage application to me. I carefully folded the document and tucked it into my coat. Next, I went to the military base to find Ethan. After waiting for a long time, I finally saw him come out. When he spotted me, his brows furrowed slightly. “What are you doing here?” I rubbed my arms and handed him the voided marriage application. He reached out to open it with a puzzled look, but I quickly stopped him. “Don’t rush, you can look at it later. Let’s go home first.”

Ethan said, “You’re still being mysterious. I don’t even want to look at it.” Despite his words, he carefully tucked the report into his pocket. I sighed with relief. Just as I turned around, a heavy coat was draped over my shoulders. From above my head came his cold snort. “You’re all grown up now, and you still don’t know to wear more clothes when it’s cold?” I touched the coat, a smile involuntarily spreading across my face. He asked, “What are you smiling about?” I answered, “I’m happy.” I was happy that Ethan was still alive. At the same time, I felt somewhat emotional. He was always so kind, which made me repeatedly misinterpret his goodwill as love. He would ultimately become someone else’s support; I shouldn’t take advantage of his kindness anymore. With this thought, I promptly removed the coat and returned it to him. “Let’s go home. Your parents are waiting for us.” Ethan’s expression darkened. He grabbed the coat and strode forward. I followed closely behind him, instinctively heading toward the back seat when we reached the car. In the past, I was thoughtless, always wanting to be near him in the passenger seat. Now, I was simply finding my proper place. Ethan glanced at me but said nothing, only tightening his grip on the steering wheel. Throughout the journey, no one broke the silence. Only when the bustling sounds of people reached us through the window did I peek outside. I immediately spotted Emmanuel Sanctuary. My thoughts drifted away, suddenly remembering my previous life. Back then, not knowing Ethan liked Hailey, I had dragged him here. Everyone said that couples who prayed here together would stay together for all eternity. Ethan didn’t believe it. He said, “This is all superstition. I should report this illegal structure and have it demolished.” His cold words cut like a blade, piercing deep into my heart, leaving scars that remain to this day. I silently rolled up the window and huddled in the corner. However, the car suddenly slowed down. Then, Ethan opened the back door and unexpectedly said, “Didn’t you want to come here?” I stared at his outstretched hand in front of me, stunned for quite a while. That’s just how Ethan was. He always made me feel inexplicably warm when I least expected it. Before, when I was harassed by thugs, he stepped in despite being on probation, which delayed his military entry by three months. Another time, when I had a high fever, he insisted on taking me to the hospital even after being in a car accident himself. The wound still aches occasionally. During that factory fire, he lost his life protecting me. In our previous life, we weren’t meant to be together. Even if fate has changed somewhat this time, we still won’t end up together. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I took his hand and said, “Sure.” Just as I got out of the car, I saw someone rushing over, whispering something in Ethan’s ear. I vaguely heard something about “Hailey not feeling well.” Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed. I instinctively wanted to reach out and smooth it, but then I heard him say, “Hailey didn’t go for her hospital check-up today and now she’s having an episode. She urgently needs a ride. I’ll take her there first. Wait for me here.” I lowered my eyes and softly replied, “Okay.” Ethan frowned and asked, “Aren’t you angry?” The next second, he scoffed, “I guess not. After all, now that you have my mom backing you up, you don’t even need to speak up.” With that, he drove away, completely missing the hurt and desolation in my eyes. When I first learned about Ethan and Hailey’s relationship, I did lose my temper with him. Because I knew Hailey wasn’t as pure as she appeared on the surface. I had seen her entering entertainment venues with numerous men. Through the haze of smoke, her body pressed tightly against theirs. I was just angry that someone as good as Ethan would fall for her. But I also feared he would be hurt if he knew the truth, so I desperately tried to keep them apart. Ethan’s resentment toward me skyrocketed because of this, turning into hatred after Hailey’s death. Since his feelings for Hailey run so deep, I can only support him. I can’t let him die in front of me like he did in my previous life.

I didn’t continue waiting there but went to the Education Board first. Recently, the volunteer program has been in full swing, urgently needing many people to go to the countryside for the “Educational Support” project. The director at the Education Board was extremely pleased to see me come to sign up and asked when I could depart. I said, “In the next day or two.” The marriage application had been withdrawn. Now the only thing left was to explain everything to Ethan’s parents. Soon, I would leave this place and never interfere in anyone’s life again. After getting the registration form, I returned to the Stuart mansion. As soon as I entered, Paul and Camila heard the noise and enthusiastically pulled me into the living room. They asked me a few concerned questions, then noticed Ethan wasn’t with me and asked, “Why did you come back alone? Wasn’t Ethan with you? Where is he?” “You’re about to become his wife. If he dares to mistreat you, we’ll definitely teach him a lesson!” “He had something urgent come up at work, so he left first,” I forced a smile. After my parents passed away, Paul and Camila were the kindest people to me. If there’s anything I find hard to let go of now, it’s them. I said, “There’s something else I want to tell you…” Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and said everything at once: “I’m not going to marry Ethan. I’ve signed up for the Educational Support program and will be leaving in the next couple of days.” Camila was clearly shocked by my words and quickly said, “Why have you suddenly decided not to get married? Getting married doesn’t conflict with you joining the program! You two can get your marriage certificate, have the wedding, and then Ethan can visit you whenever he’s free.” Paul chimed in, “That’s right. You’re a young woman—having him by your side looking after you would give us peace of mind.” I shook my head, my voice calm but firm: “Ethan never loved me. If we really got married, we wouldn’t be happy in the future. Let’s just end it.” Camila slammed her hand on the table and angrily demanded, “Is Hailey causing trouble for you again? They’ve already broken up, and she still won’t give up? I’m going to teach her a lesson today!” In my previous life, they stood by me without hesitation like this. Until Ethan lost his life trying to save me, and everyone was plunged into deep regret. The fact is, this marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Without hesitation, I knelt on the ground, my voice choked but clear and strong: “This has nothing to do with anyone else. I just don’t want to marry Ethan anymore. “After my parents died, you’ve been like parents to me. “So I’m begging you to let me go, and let Ethan marry the person he truly loves.” After saying this, I kowtowed several times. Even though my forehead was bleeding, I showed no intention of lessening the force. Tears welled in Camila’s eyes as she quickly helped me up: “Julia, please get up! This is all Ethan’s fault.” Paul sighed deeply and comforted me: “We originally arranged this engagement for your benefit. If you don’t want it, then let’s forget about it. “But wherever you go in the future, you must take good care of yourself. This will always be your home.” He then stuffed a thick wad of cash into my pocket. Just as I was about to refuse, a cold male voice came from outside: “Julia, didn’t I tell you to wait for me there? “You came back ahead of me just to complain to my parents, huh? I really underestimated you!” Ethan strode over and yanked me aside. The pain from hitting my head hadn’t subsided yet, and my head was spinning so much I could barely stand. His gaze swept over the bright red mark on my forehead. He paused briefly before coldly changing the subject. “Hailey says you had someone block her from going to the hospital?” “Do you realize that if I had arrived any later, she might have died?” Hearing this, I froze. Before I could defend myself, Paul suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ethan hard across the face. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could Julia possibly do something like that?” he said. “So you went to see Hailey again! Don’t you know…” Seeing that Paul was about to reveal what had just happened to me, I quickly interrupted him. But Ethan, as if enraged, grabbed me and dragged me outside. “You’re coming with me to the hospital right now,” he said. Paul roared, “You bastard, let go of Julia!” But Ethan pretended not to hear and walked straight toward the hospital. I couldn’t keep up with his pace and nearly fell. The pressure on my wrist made me wince in pain. “Do you really think I did it?” Without looking back, Ethan coldly replied, “We’ll find out when we get to the hospital.” As soon as we entered the hospital, a doctor rushed into Hailey’s room, loudly asking who had type O blood. Without hesitation, I raised my hand. “I do.” Ethan stared at me, seemingly surprised. In my previous life, Hailey had died from blood loss because the hospital’s blood bank had run out. And now, the same situation was happening again. Ethan hesitated. “You…” I gently shook my head and brushed past him. “Consider it me repaying a debt.” He had helped me countless times before. Now, it was my turn to repay him. Ethan pressed his lips together, helplessly watching as the doctor led me to the blood collection room. During the blood draw, I could clearly feel the warm blood being drawn from my body bit by bit, with no end in sight. I weakly asked, “Doctor, are we almost done?” The only response was cold silence and the needle being pushed in harder. As my consciousness began to fade, I vaguely saw Ethan rushing toward me. His figure overlapped with images of him rescuing me time and again in the past, like a surreal dream. “Julia, are you okay?” he called out anxiously. I managed to give him a weak smile. “Ethan, I wish you happiness and peace in this life. From now on, I won’t appear in your life anymore.” With that, I completely lost consciousness. Much later, when I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, completely alone. I struggled to get out of bed. Just as I stepped into the hallway, I overheard some nurses chatting. “I heard Emmanuel Sanctuary burned down last night. Such a shame—I never even got to take my boyfriend there to pray.” I thought, “Emmanuel Sanctuary was burned down? What a pity, I never got to visit.” An indescribable emptiness welled up inside me, gradually engulfing my entire body like a rising tide. I sighed, and as I happened to look up, I saw Ethan sitting by Hailey’s bedside, carefully tucking in her blanket. Only with Hailey did he show such unreserved tenderness. I watched him silently, not even noticing the tears sliding down my cheeks. Ethan seemed to sense something and looked up. I quickly crouched down, avoiding his gaze. Since they were getting along so well now, it was time for me to leave. That evening, after leaving Hailey’s room, Ethan hurried to Julia’s hospital room. All day, he’d felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something essential was missing from deep within him and gradually slipping away. When he pushed open the door, Julia wasn’t there—only a nurse making the bed. “Where did she go?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Without looking up, the nurse replied, “Oh, you mean Ms. Walker? She checked out hours ago, said she was catching a train somewhere. She’s probably at the station by now.”

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After ten years of marriage to my husband Edward Hunter, I accidentally discovered that our seven-year-old child, Felix Hunter, wasn’t my biological son. At the same time, his mistress Bonnie Campbell was pregnant again. He moved Bonnie into our neighborhood and even asked my mother, Freya Smith, to take care of her. After discovering this, I cried and argued with him, but the elders and friends around me all advised me not to be angry. One man said, “If this gets blown out of proportion, it won’t be good for any of you. Even if Felix isn’t your biological son, you’ve raised him for seven years. When he grows up, he’ll be filial to you.” Another man said, “Edward is certainly at fault, but you didn’t protect your own child. You should be more magnanimous.” I felt extremely wronged and couldn’t say a word, only looking toward Edward. We had been husband and wife for half our lives. Thinking of how good he had been to me before, I softened my tone: “I can continue to raise Felix, but I won’t accept the child she’s carrying now. That’s my biggest concession.” However, Edward coldly threw our wedding photos into the trash can. “Bonnie is willing to have my child even without an official status. I can’t abandon her.” He looked at me as if I were a stranger. “If you can’t accept Bonnie, then I don’t need to come home. Contact me when you’ve thought it through.” I clenched my teeth, completely severing any lingering feelings for him in my heart. “If that’s the case, let’s file for divorce.” Hearing my words, everyone in the room looked at me in shock, including Edward, who was about to leave. He frowned and said, “Penelope Smith, how long are you going to act out? You’re really embarrassing me.” I sniffled, my nose stinging, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve made up my mind. Let’s file for divorce. I’ll make room for Bonnie.” Edward’s face darkened, and his tone became harsh, full of blame: “Penelope, you’re already thirty-five. Why are you still so immature? Bonnie has suffered a lot to give me a son. Not only does she not complain, but she’s willing to stay with me. Why can’t you learn from her? Now, you even want to take Felix away, separating mother and son. You’re truly vicious.” These words he spat out were like a needle piercing my heart, making it hard to breathe. I dug my nails into my palms. Ten years ago, I met and fell in love with Edward. After marriage, I always wanted a child, so I saw countless doctors and took various medications. Two years into our marriage, I became pregnant. However, I had a difficult labor, suffering for a day and a night. Later, Edward held my hand and said tenderly, “Penelope, I don’t want you to suffer anymore. I just want you to be safe.” I named this child Felix, whom I had obtained with all my efforts, and doted on him for seven years. Until recently, when I accidentally discovered some maternity items at home, and noticed that Felix and Edward were always out early and returning late. I became suspicious and secretly followed them. That’s when I realized they had another family outside. They huddled around Bonnie, caring for her, and their happy expressions cut into my heart like knives. It was also then that I learned Felix was actually Bonnie and Edward’s illegitimate child, and my biological child had died right after birth. For seven whole years, I had been fooled like an idiot. At this moment, I could no longer hold back my tears and asked in a hoarse voice, “Edward, you always say you’ve wronged Bonnie. What about me? Have you treated me right?” Edward was stunned, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. “Penelope, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to suffer the pain of accepting the child’s death. Bonnie is kind-hearted. I believe if she lives with us, you two will get along well.” I laughed coldly, “Are you saying that not only do I have to accept my husband’s affair, but I also have to accept his mistress moving in and have my mother take care of her?” All the relatives in the room were stunned. Perhaps Edward felt embarrassed, so he asked them all to leave, and then said to me, “I know you can’t accept this right now. But I will definitely bring Bonnie back to this neighborhood. You must agree.” After saying this, Edward opened the door and left. I pressed my aching heart and sat for an entire night. As soon as dawn broke the next day, I went to the courthouse and placed the documents in front of the staff. “Hello, I want to file for divorce.”

After hearing my words, the staff member was stunned. “Ms. Smith, please reconsider?” People around who knew me tried to persuade me. One woman said, “Mr. Hunter and you have been married for ten years. You should discuss this further. His company is growing larger now. Divorce would be a losing proposition for you.” Another woman added, “That woman is just a mistress, while you are Mr. Hunter’s wife. Even if the child isn’t your biological son, as long as he treats you as his mother, that’s enough.” I didn’t hesitate at all. “Our relationship is broken. There’s no point in continuing.” The staff member sighed and finally said, “The divorce application will take a few days to process. You should go home for now.” I nodded and left the courthouse. After that day, Edward truly didn’t come home, and neither did Felix. They weren’t even willing to pretend anymore. Three days later, I happened to run into Freya supporting Bonnie on the street. Bonnie’s belly was visibly swollen, clearly pregnant. Beside them was Felix, eating ice cream. Freya said lovingly, “You need to be careful now that you’re pregnant. I’ll make you corn chowder tonight.” Bonnie smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Felix took a bite of his ice cream and said matter-of-factly, “Mom, we’re family. You don’t need to say thank you.” My breathing quickened, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the scene stabbed at my eyes. I couldn’t help rushing over and grabbing Freya’s arm. “Mom, why are you taking care of a mistress? Who’s your real daughter?” As soon as I finished speaking, Freya’s expression turned serious. She yanked her arm away from me, glanced around, then pulled me aside. “What are you shouting about in public? I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet.” Freya’s face became somewhat fierce. “Who gave you permission to divorce Edward? He’s a big businessman. It’s your luck that he likes you. Why don’t you know how to cherish that? You’d better drop this idea. Do you really want everyone to mock you? Regardless, Felix is the grandson I raised. He is my grandson.” Although I had been miserable these past few days, at this moment, hearing my mother criticize me with such harsh words, I was heartbroken, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Why had things turned out this way? My birth mother had changed, and Edward, my husband of ten years, had changed too. Just then, Felix suddenly rushed over and shoved me hard. “You’re a bad woman! Get away! Are you trying to break up my dad and mom again?” After stumbling back a couple of steps, I steadied myself and stared at him blankly, feeling like he was a complete stranger. Freya ran over to comfort Felix, then glared at me. Immediately after, she left with Bonnie in tow. I returned home in a daze. When Edward came back, I was sitting on the sofa, crying my heart out. He paused for a moment, came over and held me in his arms, then gently wiped away my tears. “Don’t cry.” For a fleeting moment, I felt like the Edward who once loved me had returned. During the second year of our marriage, the Hunter family company ran into trouble and lost all its money. I stayed with Edward, living very frugally. During the hardest times, we squeezed into the poorest thatched cottage, embracing each other for warmth. Edward held me, wrapping all his clothes around me, then shed tears of remorse. “Penelope, being with me has made you suffer. I promised I would give you happiness. I’ve failed you.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel it’s hard. I’ll definitely stay with you to help build up your company. We’re family.” Past tears merged with today’s tears, but my heart trembled with pain. “Edward, let’s leave New York, okay? I don’t want to stay here anymore. Can we find a place to start over? Why did you make me raise your mistress’s child for seven years? Why can’t we have a child of our own?” But no one answered me. The silence was like an alarm bell, waking me up. I looked up and saw Edward’s eyes filled with complex emotions. And at that moment, I noticed a woman standing by the door—it was Bonnie.

I stared at the scene before me in disbelief. Bonnie wore a floral dress, light and delicate. Her pregnancy gave her a unique maternal glow. And I… I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall. My face was haggard, both eyes red and swollen from crying, with fine wrinkles around them impossible to hide. Of course Edward would prefer Bonnie—light, beautiful Bonnie. Bonnie stared at Edward’s hand holding mine, her face openly revealing sadness and jealousy. Felix, standing beside her, ran over and shouted, “Dad, you said today you’d let Mom come home to live with us. Why haven’t you kicked this ugly woman out yet?” Edward immediately released my hand and walked over to put his arm around Bonnie. He gently kissed her cheek and reassured her, “I’ll let you stay here today.” Bonnie shyly touched her face, then gave me a smug look. “Penelope, Edward promised that Felix and I could live here so he can take care of us.” After a pause, Bonnie caressed her belly and pulled out a Guardian Angel Pendant. “Edward bought this for me as soon as I got pregnant, hoping our baby would grow up healthy.” I was stunned, feeling a buzzing in my ears. I looked at Edward, unable to believe my eyes. But Edward guiltily averted his gaze, unwilling to meet mine. Recently, after Felix recovered from a serious illness, I had been so worried about him that I specifically bought this Guardian Angel Pendant. Now, he had shamelessly given it to Bonnie and their unborn child. What was I to him anyway? I said, “Edward, I bought that. How could you give it to a child you had with another woman?” Hearing my words, Edward said sternly, “What nonsense are you talking about?” His cold, vigilant gaze made me hold my breath. He then anxiously explained to Bonnie, but she turned teary-eyed and pushed him away, sobbing. She cried, “At Christmas, you used Felix to ease Penelope’s pain of losing her child, and I didn’t object—I obediently followed your arrangement. But now, you’re giving my child a Guardian Angel Pendant that she bought. Edward, I don’t want my child to be born with another woman’s shadow.” Then Bonnie looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Besides, Penelope doesn’t welcome me. I thought when you brought me back today, I could be with you and Felix forever. But I was wrong. Edward, take me home. I don’t want to stay in someone else’s house.” Bonnie cried heartbrokenly. Felix also burst into tears, hugging her and saying, “I don’t want to be separated from my mom.” Edward grew extremely anxious and quickly comforted her, “Bonnie, I love you and the child you’re carrying for me. In the future, Felix will inherit all my assets. I’ll give you both the very best of everything. “As for Penelope, I’m the master of this house. Without me, she’s nothing. So if I want you to stay, no one can stop it, and no one can bully you.” His words hurt me deeply, but he was right. This was the Hunter Villa, and everyone here sided with Edward. I felt incredibly bitter. After Bonnie and Felix temporarily left, I repeated my thoughts: “Let’s get divorced.” Edward glanced at me indifferently and sneered, “Penelope, who would marry you after you leave me? “You’re almost forty now. Can you stop threatening me with divorce? Besides, after a divorce, what would people think of me?” I clenched my fists. Indeed, divorcing because of a mistress would make him a laughingstock. Beyond that, the current situation between Edward and me was far from equal. After the Christmas-Hunter family company went bankrupt, I seized the opportunity to rebuild it. The Hunter family business quickly became a prominent enterprise in New York. It was during that Christmas when I became pregnant, but I still wanted to continue my career. Edward begged me to return to family life, saying, “Penelope, just be content as my wife. Let me handle the money-making, okay?” Before I could make up my mind, Edward took matters into his own hands by forcing me out of the company and finding someone to replace me. Freya also came specifically to persuade me: “Just focus on your pregnancy. Many people wish they could enjoy this kind of life but don’t have the chance. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.” I followed their arrangements. But afterward, Edward and I gradually grew apart. Perhaps he was already secretly seeing Bonnie by then. Now, Edward pulled a dress from the closet and tossed it to me, his tone becoming remarkably gentle: “I specifically brought Bonnie over today so you two can get along. Stop making a scene.” Before leaving, he made a point to remind me: “Bonnie is pregnant. You need to be more tolerant of her.” At the amusement park, Felix suddenly came over and took my hand: “Mom, will you spend time with me today? I’ve been thinking, and you’ve raised me for seven Christmases. I shouldn’t be so mean to you.” Seeing his sweet demeanor, my heart suddenly softened. Actually, before all this, Felix had always been a well-behaved child. “Okay,” I agreed. After all, once the divorce was final, I wouldn’t be with him anymore. Felix immediately led me happily into the amusement park. Along the way, he begged me to buy ice cream. I had no choice but to ask him to wait for me. But when I returned with the ice cream, Felix was gone. My face turned pale with worry as I searched everywhere for him. Yet, there was no sign of him in the entire amusement park. I ran back to our neighborhood, hoping Felix had returned home. But as soon as I reached the entrance, the security guard stopped me: “Mr. Hunter wants you to go to the hospital. He said Felix was hit by a car.” My mind went blank, and I immediately rushed to the hospital. As soon as I entered the room, Felix burst into tears at the sight of me, his face showing terror. He said, “I told her I didn’t want ice cream, but Mom said she wanted some. When I refused, she pushed me in front of a car. After I was hit, she ran away and said I deserved it.” Bonnie’s eyes were red: “Penelope, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with Edward or come to see you. But Felix is innocent. Why would you hurt him? He even calls you Mom.” My face turned deathly pale, but at that moment, I understood everything. I looked at Felix, asking in disbelief: “Felix, why are you falsely accusing—” Before I could finish, Edward slapped me across the face. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as if he wanted to kill me: “You’re so vicious. How dare you hurt Felix.” My cheek stung with pain as I defended myself: “I didn’t hurt him. I told Felix not to wander off. He wanted ice cream and asked me to buy it.” “Enough! Would a child lie?” Edward roared. With that one sentence, he sealed my fate. Edward’s chest heaved violently: “Get out! After Felix is discharged, we’ll file for divorce. A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my son’s mother. When you realize your mistake, we can discuss reconciliation.” The moment I heard those words, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if all the pressure of recent days had been released: “Fine.” Edward was stunned, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. But after saying that, I turned and walked decisively out of the hospital room. Just as I reached the outside of the hospital, I received a notification to pick up the divorce agreement. Afterward, I went home and packed all my belongings. It was only then that I realized, after ten Christmases of marriage, everything that belonged to me only filled one small suitcase. But that made it easier for me to leave. I placed the divorce agreement and keys together on the table, abandoning these ten Christmases of feelings. From now on, I would never return.

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Because my cousin Alice Kennedy needed a blood transfusion, my fiancé Dylan Mcdonald dragged me from my hospital bed while I was about to give birth to donate blood to her. When I was dying from blood loss and difficult labor, Dylan was having sex with her. I could only watch helplessly as they betrayed me, my heart shattering into pieces. In my moment of complete despair, Dylan’s uncle Chester Mcdonald saved me. However, I delivered a stillborn baby, had my uterus removed, and could never have children again. Chester knelt right there in the hospital room and proposed to me. “Harper Marshall, I’ve liked you for many Christmases. Before, I thought you were happy, so I didn’t disturb you. But now, would you give me a chance?” He helped me overcome my depression and made me believe I could embrace happiness again. But on our second Christmas as a married couple, while visiting my child’s grave, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with Alice. He said, “Alice, giving you Harper’s baby was the best choice. She’s mentally unstable. If you had given the child to her, the child would have suffered.” “I can’t marry you, so this is my way of making it up to you. Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, I won’t let her disturb you.” Chester’s voice echoed through the cemetery like an evil spirit. I stared at Chester in bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Two Christmases ago, I had delivered a stillborn baby after a difficult labor, never even seeing the child. At that time, I had several suicidal tendencies and had to rely on sedatives every night to sleep. Chester held me tightly, his eyes full of concern. “I’ll stay with you for life. Don’t cry.” Because of my emotional breakdown, he handled all matters concerning my child. But I never imagined it was all a lie, that my child was still alive and even had a new mother. All because of Chester. He claimed to save me, yet pushed me into the abyss. Finally, devastated by the shock, I wandered home alone in a daze. On my way home, Chester’s calls kept appearing on my phone. The word “Honey” kept flashing on the screen. But the thought of him terrified me, so I didn’t answer. Shortly after I got home, Chester returned. Seeing me, he sighed with relief and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid you might do something foolish.” I didn’t respond. He held my cold hands and gently asked, “Harper, did going to the cemetery today bring back painful memories? Would you like to talk about it?” If I hadn’t overheard his call, I might have been moved by his words, but now I couldn’t trust him anymore. I said, “Chester, I had a dream last night. My baby asked me, ‘Mommy, where are you?’ Is he really waiting for me to find him?” Hearing my words, Chester avoided my gaze. “Harper, you’re overthinking. Thinking too much isn’t good for your health. What’s past is past. We should focus on the present together.” As he finished, Chester’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. He continued changing the subject. “Today is Alice’s child’s birthday party. Don’t worry, Dylan won’t be there. Let’s go.” I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, “Yes, my child is still with Alice. I need to bring him back.” In the car, instead of sitting in the passenger seat as usual, I sat directly in the back. An awkward silence filled the car as I deliberately avoided Chester’s gaze. I took out my phone and found Alice’s social media account, scrolling through all the photos of her child, Hugo Mcdonald, including pictures of his first teeth and first steps. As I looked at each photo, tears slowly blurred my vision. I thought, “This is my child! This is clearly my child!” I clutched my phone tightly, using all my strength not to cry out loud. I could endure Dylan and Alice’s betrayal, I could even not complain about Chester pretending to love me. But the one thing he shouldn’t have done was take away my child after lying to me. Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the booking app on my phone and purchased tickets to a foreign country. I had three days. I must leave with my child. In my heart, I whispered, “Chester, I won’t play along with your charade of a loving marriage anymore.”

I noticed that every time Alice updated her spaghetti, there was an anonymous account commenting. I instinctively clicked on this account’s profile and saw the most recent post: “For the past two Christmases, whenever I accompany her to the cemetery, I can’t bear to look at her face.” My breathing quickened as the true identity of this account became glaringly obvious. As I continued scrolling down, my mind went completely blank. “That Christmas, her uterus didn’t need to be removed. I asked the doctor to remove her uterus. Besides Alice, I don’t want any other woman to bear my children.” “I’ve wronged her. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for her physical loss.” I looked up, staring intensely at Chester’s back, tears instantly blurring my vision. So he never loved me from the beginning. He even pushed me into hell, while I foolishly saw him as my salvation. For Alice’s sake, he stole my child and stripped me of my right to be a mother. But why? On what grounds? Just then, Chester said, “Harper, we’re here.” Looking at the McDonald mansion outside the window, I felt extremely excited because I was about to see my child. As soon as I entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. That Christmas, the drama between me, Dylan, and Chester had been quite the scandal, so the McDonald family relatives knew something about it. Now, seeing me attend Dylan’s son Hugo’s birthday party seemed very strange to them. I pretended not to notice their stares and searched for Hugo in the crowd. Just then, I felt my legs being hugged by a soft little body. “Auntie,” Hugo said. I looked down to find Hugo reaching out to me, smiling like a little angel. He said, “Auntie, pick me up.” I felt a lump in my throat, with only Hugo’s smiling face filling my vision. Just hours ago, I had been crying at his gravestone. But just as I was about to embrace Hugo, a hand suddenly pulled him away. Chester protected Hugo, eyeing me warily. “Harper, what are you trying to do?” With a hoarse voice, I said, “I just wanted to hold him.” Chester firmly refused, saying, “You’re not in a good state today. Don’t accidentally hurt Hugo.” Desperate to get Hugo back, I urgently said, “But I’m his…” “Hugo, come here,” a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby. “Mommy.” Seeing Alice, Hugo instantly jumped happily into her arms. Hearing Alice’s voice, Chester became visibly excited. “Alice, even though it’s Hugo’s birthday today, don’t tire yourself out. I can help.” Alice smiled at him and said, “It’s fine. Hugo prefers being with me anyway.” The natural and intimate interaction between mother and son spaghetti burned my eyes. Alice greeted me. “Long time no see, Harper.” I ignored her, silently watching Hugo in her arms. She deliberately held Hugo tightly against her, wearing an insincere smile. “Harper, I see you still love children.” “You and Chester are still Christmas young, and medical technology is so advanced now. Why don’t you two try again?” Before I could respond, Chester quickly denied it, “We won’t be having children.” He spoke hastily, as if demonstrating his loyalty to Alice. The atmosphere instantly became suffocating. Chester realized his tone was terrible, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. At this moment, Alice pretended to suddenly remember something. “I’m sorry, I forgot Harper doesn’t have a uterus anymore.” She sounded regretful, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “You can never be a mother. How pitiful.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying once again to get Hugo back. However, Hugo is now extremely dependent on Alice, so I can’t rashly take him away. Thinking about this, I felt even more hatred toward Alice standing before me. If it hadn’t been for Alice and Dylan back then, how would I have had such a difficult delivery? How would Chester have taken Hugo away and removed my uterus? These demons robbed me of my right to be a mother, and now they’re trampling on my pain. At the party, everyone gathered around Hugo, chatting enthusiastically. One of them said, “Hugo is growing more handsome by the day, just like Alice.” My hand trembled violently, and my bitter gaze unconsciously fell on Hugo. He was eating contentedly in Alice’s arms, his eyes bright and lively, looking absolutely adorable. Thinking about how I’d missed two whole Christmases in Hugo’s life, I couldn’t help but tear up. Someone suddenly interjected, “Really? I think he looks more like Harper.” Immediately, silence fell over the group. Alice’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. Chester explained, “He’s still young, so it’s hard to tell who he resembles.” Hearing this, someone teased, “Stop talking about others. Your younger relatives already have children, when will you have good news?” I lowered my head and focused on eating, not wanting to answer the question. But Chester put down his fork and suddenly stood up. “Actually, they’ve recently developed artificial wombs abroad. I’m planning to take her to try it. She’s always wanted a child. As her husband, I want to make up for her loss.” I looked at him in surprise. “When did you—” Chester grabbed my hand, cutting me off: “You’re happy about this too, right? I was actually planning to tell you about this later.” He stared at me intently, squeezing my hand, the warning in his tone unmistakable. After the party, watching Hugo being taken back to his room by his nanny Ella Clark, I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to discuss this matter with Chester. But Chester disappeared instantly, as if deliberately avoiding me. Finally, I walked to the underground garage, where I heard him say, “Alice, I don’t want to leave you, but Hugo is already two years old. This is getting harder to hide. I can’t let her ruin your life.” I followed the voice and found Chester’s car. The window was half-open. Through it, I saw Chester holding Alice tightly. He buried his head in the crook of Alice’s neck, whispering his love and reluctance to part like the most intimate of lovers. Alice stroked his back. “I know you’re doing this for my sake. It’s my fault I can’t give you more, and I’ve even forced you to leave with her.” Chester silenced her with his lips, murmuring, “Don’t blame yourself. I’d do anything to make you happy.” They embraced even tighter, and the atmosphere in the car gradually began to heat up. I saw Chester unbutton Alice’s clothes, tenderly kissing her skin. Soon, the car began to rock slightly. Feeling a wave of intense nausea, I fled from there quickly. I never imagined Chester and Alice had this kind of relationship. So, from the very beginning, I was just a plaything for the three of them. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted now was to take Hugo away from this mess. I tried to go to Hugo’s room but was stopped by Ella. “Mr. Hugo Mcdonald is resting. No one is allowed to disturb him.” I said quietly, “I just want to see him.” Ella had no patience for my explanation and simply pushed me out. Looking at the closed door, I silently walked to the side. Gazing at the lit windows, I tried to identify which one belonged to Hugo’s room. That night, Chester never came back, and I searched the entire night. The next morning, Alice sent me several photos, each featuring Chester. He was half-naked, embracing the equally naked body of a woman. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t help wanting to throw up. Before I could respond, Alice sent me an audio recording. Amid intense panting, I heard Alice and Chester talking. Alice asked, “Chester, is it better having sex with me or with Harper?” Chester replied, “How could she compare to you? Her stomach is covered in stretch marks, and she has this horrible scar. I feel disgusted just looking at her.” I had already given up hope for Chester. But hearing these words still made my heart ache. Alice arrogantly messaged me again: [Just admit it, Harper. You can’t win against me. Whether it’s Dylan or Chester, they both love me. I have everything you don’t. What’s the point of you looking through my photos and posts? Isn’t my child adorable? You’ll never have children in this lifetime.] The anger I had suppressed for so long burst forth like a flood. She had ruined my life, taken everything from me, yet accused me of coveting what belonged to her. I rushed into the MacDonald mansion to find Alice affectionately playing with Hugo. Seeing Hugo happily embracing Alice and calling her mom, I completely lost my mind. I charged forward, trying to snatch Hugo away. “Give him back to me.” Alice screamed in terror, “What are you doing?” I grabbed Hugo from her arms and slapped her. “He’s MY child!” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “You…” Before she could finish, I fled with Hugo in my arms. Hugo struggled fiercely in my embrace, repeatedly shouting, “I want Mommy.” I held him tightly, choking back tears. “Baby, I’m your mother. I’m sorry I came too late.” Feeling Hugo’s strong resistance, I hated myself for not realizing sooner, for allowing us to be separated for two Christmases. I headed straight for the airport. Along the way, Chester kept calling me. Alice also bombarded me with messages: [Bring Hugo back right now. I’ve called the police!] She caused all of this, yet pretended to be the innocent victim. When I arrived at the airport, I saw police cars everywhere, so I immediately turned around and headed for the harbor. But soon I realized that no matter where I went, there was a car following me. Through the window, I saw Chester in that car. He shouted, “Harper, stop fighting. I installed a tracking device on your phone. You can’t take Hugo away.” I froze, realizing he had been monitoring me constantly. So that night, he and Alice… Chester’s car kept following me. Without realizing it, we gradually moved away from the city. “Stop now!” Chester suddenly shouted. I then realized that I had unknowingly driven onto a mountain road, with a cliff ahead. I slammed on the brakes, my body lurching forward uncontrollably. Terrified, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing heavily. Outside the car, Chester and Alice were banging on my door. Alice said, “Harper, calm down. Let’s talk, okay?” Seeing Chester’s anxious expression, I laughed mockingly. Alice continued, “Harper, if you’re unhappy, you can hit me. But please don’t hurt my child.” The voices outside weren’t clear, but Hugo’s crying inside the car was painfully distinct. He cried out, “Mommy!” while repeatedly hitting the window, trying to reach Alice. “Baby.” I tried to touch Hugo’s face, but saw a flash of terror in his adorable features. My hand trembled violently. Then I felt endless exhaustion. In Hugo’s eyes, I wasn’t his mother. What was the point of all this? I would only make him more afraid of me, hate me more. I unlocked the car and watched as Hugo rushed into Alice’s arms. Chester gripped my shoulders tightly. “Harper, I…” I looked at him coldly. “You’ve succeeded. I have nothing left now, and I can’t threaten Alice anymore.” Chester froze, feeling a surge of panic. “That’s not true, Harper. You still have me. I’ll protect you from now on.” I broke free from his grasp. “I won’t let you control me anymore. Chester, I hope we never meet in our next life.” Then, without waiting for Chester to react, I jumped off the cliff, sinking into the deep blue sea. Chester shouted, “Harper!”

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