There was a gas explosion incident, and both my wife Scarlett Moore and I unfortunately died. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn, returning to the time before our marriage. In our previous life, Scarlett and I were childhood sweethearts who got along perfectly without any suspicion. After marriage, our relationship was extremely intimate, making others quite envious. But in this life, she didn’t choose me. Instead, she accepted the pursuit of Kevin Lane, the son of the wealthiest man in town. I quietly deleted all information about her, as if we had never met. Five years later, they held an extravagant engagement party, inviting all our old classmates. When she saw me appear wearing the same custom-tailored suit as Kevin, with a diamond ring in my hand, Scarlett’s lips twitched with anger. “Jaxon Lockhart, it’s been several years already. Why won’t you let me go?” … I arrived at the banquet hall following the address on the invitation. There stood Scarlett in a diamond-encrusted wedding dress, arm in arm with Kevin in the crowd, her smile radiant. Our old classmates looked on with envy, saying: “Scarlett, this wedding dress must have cost a fortune. Just one of these diamonds is worth several years of my hard work!” “Kevin is the son of the richest man in town. This kind of money means nothing to him!” “But Scarlett, you’ve been so secretive! You only made your relationship with the billionaire’s son public after getting engaged!” “I never would have dreamed that the future wife of the richest man would be my classmate! Just that alone is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime!” Scarlett lowered her head shyly, her eyes downcast. “I love Kevin for who he is, not for his money. We actually planned to keep the wedding ceremony low-key.” Kevin possessively pulled her closer by the waist, his eyes full of tenderness. “How could I ever shortchange you?” The crowd let out an envious “Aww.” Suddenly, someone raised a question: “Why isn’t Jaxon here today?” “Scarlett, you two were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. You were so close you seemed like one person. Everyone thought you would get married. How did you suddenly lose contact?” At the mention of my name, Scarlett’s lips twitched slightly, a flash of disgust quickly passing through her eyes. But with Kevin present, she maintained her gentle demeanor and explained graciously: “Those were things that happened when I was little. I was young and didn’t know any better. It doesn’t count.” Someone nearby gave a warning glance. “Drop it. Scarlett is already engaged to Kevin. Why bring up those things?” Kevin smiled calmly. “It’s fine. Everyone has their past, but the past is the past. We’re here today to enjoy ourselves. Feel free to say whatever you want.” The crowd launched into another round of flattery, praising them as a perfect match—attractive and wealthy—truly made for each other. In my previous life, Scarlett and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. We naturally fell in love and got married. After marriage, our relationship was extremely close without any barriers, making others envious. Back then, people praised us in the same way they’re praising them now. Looking back, it feels absurdly like a cruel joke played by fate. After getting off the plane and sitting in a car for several hours to get here, my back was feeling sore. I looked for a nearby seat to sit down, only to be accidentally bumped by a waiter carrying drinks. A classmate with sharp eyes noticed me. “Speak of the devil, and he appears.” “But Jaxon, that suit of yours… hmm, how is it the same brand as Kevin’s?”

“This brand is crafted by a famous master from Country A. Money alone isn’t enough—only people in high society like Kevin can get their hands on it. That little company of yours doesn’t even qualify. Don’t tell me you’ve been kept by some rich older woman?” “We all graduated from China’s top-tier universities (known as 985 universities). We could have chosen any career, yet you picked this one. You’re such an embarrassment to us!” I was a bit shocked, but maintained a polite smile on my face. “I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Scarlett seemed displeased, but still greeted me politely: “Long time no see.” She couldn’t help but look me up and down, her gaze finally settling on the diamond ring in my hand. Suddenly, her expression changed dramatically. Everyone noticed something was off and followed her gaze to the ring, their faces showing even more contempt. “Jaxon, she’s getting engaged and you bring a ring? Are you trying to steal her away?” one of them sneered. I was speechless but still maintained my politeness and dignity. “You’ve misunderstood.” One quick-moving classmate snatched the ring from me. “Oh look, there’s the letter R engraved on it. Isn’t that Scarlett’s initial?” they exclaimed. “If this isn’t trying to steal the bride, what is? Jaxon, know your place. A host at a hostess club like you daring to compete with the wealthiest man in town for his bride!” another classmate hissed. Scarlett glared at me, her tone impatient: “Jaxon, I thought I made myself clear back then—we’re not the same kind of people. It’s been years. Why won’t you let me go?” Kevin’s eyes burned with hidden fire, but he still approached with a smile and took the ring. “Don’t be so harsh. Jaxon clearly knows his place. This ring is merely a gift. Even if the money used to buy it came from… questionable sources, it’s still a gesture from an old classmate.” Kevin lightly patted my shoulder. “But since we’re former classmates, let me give you some advice. Being a companion for hire, while it is a profession, you shouldn’t risk your health just to satisfy your personal desires. What if you catch some disease…” He frowned slightly, made a “tsk” sound, and quickly withdrew his hand. “I’ll have my personal doctor examine you later. Don’t worry, it won’t cost you anything.” Upon hearing this, everyone stepped back as if avoiding a plague, looking at me with disgust, as if I really had some contagious disease. I didn’t take it to heart and responded politely: “No need, thank you.” Then I walked forward, took the ring, sat down, and carefully wiped off the fingerprints. After everyone dispersed, Scarlett suddenly approached from behind, took the ring from me and put it on her finger, then sat down beside me. “Jaxon, I know you can’t forget me in this lifetime or the next. But as you can see, I’m about to get married and I’m very happy now. Please stop waiting for me, okay? I accept your gesture. You once said you wanted to see me wearing a ring. Now, your wish from your past life has been fulfilled. Let’s go, shall we? I don’t want to upset Kevin.” I looked at her puzzled and said, “Who said I came here for you?” Before Scarlett could finish speaking, she suddenly slammed the table, then frowned and rubbed her temples. “Stop pretending,” she snapped. “Don’t I know what you’re like? Do I have to completely cut ties with you before you’ll give up? You’ve already devastated me once. Are you planning to do it again?” Devastated? My heart, which had been calm and undisturbed, was stirred by these two words, creating ripples of emotion.

In my previous life, we grew up together from childhood, loving and depending on each other. As soon as we graduated from college, we naturally got married. The Lockhart and Moore families had upper-middle-class wealth and were business partners. Our family relationships were harmonious, our careers were constantly developing upward, and we were envied by everyone. But the good times didn’t last. The Moore family was reported for tax evasion, after which Moore Group went bankrupt, and Moore’s parents were both arrested. My family was also affected, and our lives changed dramatically overnight. Yet we didn’t complain. Worried that Scarlett couldn’t bear the blow, I became even more attentive and caring toward her, comforting her that as long as we were alive, there was still hope. Scarlett had strong pride. To prevent her from losing face in front of others, I slept only four hours a day while working three jobs to support her and buy her luxury items. My parents also put aside their dignity to work, aiming to repay her parents’ debts so their family could reunite sooner. Our old classmates were moved by our love and, out of kindness, comforted us and cheered us on. But she couldn’t accept falling from her former status as the campus beauty to her current situation, and she took others’ kindness as mockery. “Aren’t you just laughing at me because you see how miserable my situation is now?” The TV screen was showing a close-up of Kevin at an event, with the host introducing him as the youngest and most accomplished son of a billionaire. A strange light flashed in Scarlett’s eyes. “If I had chosen Kevin back then, even if my family had encountered misfortune, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.” Once this thought emerged, there was no turning back. Scarlett’s dissatisfaction with me grew stronger, and she treated me with venomous words. I was extremely exhausted every day, mentally stretched to the limit, feeling on the verge of collapse. At night, I couldn’t sleep because of the things she said, wasting away to skin and bones. But at that time, I was still questioning myself, wondering if I wasn’t doing well enough in some aspects. To win her back, I worked even harder. Sometimes I wouldn’t close my eyes for days. Finally, on our anniversary, I scraped together enough money to buy the diamond ring she had long desired. “Scarlett, put it on. I want nothing more than to see you smiling while wearing it.” “Trust me, I’ll definitely give you the life you want. No one loves you more than I do.” Scarlett exploded with rage and threw the ring violently into the drain. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself. Are you trying to make me feel guilty? Or are you trying to gain sympathy by bringing up our past again?” “If it weren’t for our lifelong friendship, I wouldn’t have impulsively accepted your proposal back then! I gave up better options!” Only then did I understand that nostalgia is the most harmful thing in the world. After venting all her anger, she accidentally knocked open the gas valve while pushing me in her fury. Still not satisfied after beating me, she grabbed my clothes and forced me toward the window to jump. Just as she opened the window, there was a sudden “boom,” and we were both blown away by the explosion. My parents suffered fatal myocardial infarctions due to excessive grief. Originally, our family wouldn’t have ended up like this. Who really ruined whose life? I concealed the emotions in my eyes and calmly took back the ring. “I’m sorry, you misunderstood.” I cherish my current life deeply and don’t want to be troubled by past events anymore. Scarlett stood up, pressing her lips together, staring at me with resentful eyes, refusing to leave. Kevin silently watched all this, his knuckles turning white with suppressed rage. Due to his status, he forced himself to remain calm, forcing a smile as he walked over with a wine glass, putting his arm around Scarlett’s waist as if claiming ownership. “Scarlett, everyone who comes here is a guest. We can’t drive someone away just because they’re of lower status.” Smiling, he poured red wine over my head. “Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it steady.” “Jaxon, you won’t misunderstand, will you?” Kevin pretended to be enthusiastic, trying to take off my coat. “Let me take it for dry cleaning.” I was a bit annoyed and shook off his hand, saying, “No need.” I immediately wiped the wine from my head with a napkin. Today was crucial for me. Fortunately, there wasn’t much wine in the glass. My hair was only slightly damp, which didn’t affect my styling. The black suit had a few scattered wine stains, but nothing serious. Several classmates quickly ran over and forcefully yanked off my coat. Someone even punched me in the back. “Jaxon, Kevin doesn’t even mind helping you clean your clothes, why are you being so difficult!” “Exactly! We all saw it—you bumped into Kevin’s hand and spilled the wine. Are you trying to extort money from him?” As they tugged at my clothes back and forth, I heard the sound of fabric tearing. The suit wasn’t expensive, but it held great significance. And I had no time to change into a new outfit. With a serious expression and cold gaze, I said, “Give it back.” Not only did they ignore me, but they became even more animated in their conversation. I had no choice but to reach out and grab it. Scarlett mocked from the side, “Jaxon, you really haven’t changed. What’s your next move? If you can’t get it back, will you fall to the ground playing the victim to gain sympathy? I know you’re good at putting on these pathetic acts. It’s truly disgusting.” Kevin’s driver rushed to the door and announced loudly, “Mr. Lane, Mrs. Rosamund Lane has arrived.” Everyone’s faces lit up with anticipation. Rumor had it that Mrs. Lane of the Lane family had ventured out during the peak of the financial boom years ago. Over the years, she had single-handedly controlled situations and achieved remarkable success. The Lane family’s growth to its current scale was largely due to Mrs. Lane’s efforts. Kevin said proudly, “Of course. My Aunt Rosamund is our family’s greatest contributor—even my father deeply respects her. She loves me the most and flew back from abroad specifically after hearing about my engagement. She also brought Uncle Jaxon, whom she secretly married overseas. Uncle Jaxon is said to be a decisive and tough young entrepreneur. They’ve returned to merge our two companies domestically.” Everyone exclaimed in surprise, “Does this mean the Lane family will become the wealthiest in the country? Kevin, Scarlett, since you’ve built such large enterprises, you’ll surely need more people. We’re old classmates—don’t be formal with us. We’re all waiting for you to bring us along!” Scarlett was clearly enjoying the attention, unable to control her widening smile. Heavy footsteps of many people could be heard from outside, indicating Mrs. Lane’s arrival. While everyone crowded at the door to watch, I quickly picked up my suit from the floor, put it on, briefly adjusted my appearance, then took the ring and walked toward the door with a smile. But someone grabbed my hair. “Jaxon, you’re not thinking of trying to get into the Lane Group through networking, are you? What could you possibly do? Provide services to executives?” Kevin punched my shoulder in disgust, “Don’t be delusional. What do you think our Lane family is? Some kind of club where you work?” I lost my balance, tripped over something, and fell to the ground. The ring dropped and Scarlett ground it viciously with her high heel. “Jaxon, are you up to something again, deliberately trying to get close to me? How disgusting!” They snapped their fingers at the security guards and said, “Drag this person out.” I was completely enraged, my eyes reddening as I growled, “Who dares touch me?!” Kevin punched my right cheek and said, “So what if I touch you?” Scarlett kicked the ring away and then pressed her heel hard on my knee, “Jaxon, you have nothing left to disgust me with. Get out now!” “Welcome back to the country, Mrs. Lane!” The black-suited bodyguards at the entrance formed two rows, bowing their heads in unison to the tall woman with stern eyebrows standing in the middle. Rosamund’s expression was cold as she nodded slightly and walked directly into the hall. Kevin’s face immediately brightened as he and Scarlett quickly approached her. “Aunt Rosamund, you’ve finally decided to come back!” Scarlett said flatteringly, “Aunt Rosamund, you must be tired from your journey. Let me massage your shoulders.” Rosamund had a powerful presence; everyone only dared to peek at her from the sidelines. Even Kevin addressed her respectfully when speaking to her. Rosamund didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed firmly on me. Her eyes instantly became as cold as ice, her face covered with frost. No one noticed the deep concern in her eyes; they all mistakenly thought she was annoyed because Kevin’s engagement party had been disrupted. Kevin immediately signaled to the security guards, saying, “Get him out of here quickly! A male escort dares to come here to solicit business and won’t leave when asked.” Scarlett added, “Hurry up! Don’t let Aunt Rosamund see such filth.” Rosamund’s lips trembled slightly as she said sternly, “Who dares?” Then, with decisive movements, she slapped both of them across the face. “How absurd! You dare slander your Uncle Jaxon by calling him a male escort?!”

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After our child died prematurely, Oscar Lockhart grew increasingly cold toward me. On Valentine’s Day, I decided to improve our marital relationship. However, what awaited me was his social media post with his sister: “Spending the eighth Valentine’s Day with Oscar, super happy!” I was shocked and confronted him: “How does it make sense to spend Valentine’s Day with your sister? And for the entire evening…” He became furious, slapped me across the face, and accused me of trying to drive a wedge between him and his sister. “How could you have such filthy thoughts! I was merely shopping with my sister.” I believed what he said. But shortly after, at a dinner party, I accidentally saw his chat history with his sister. “It’s fortunate you got rid of that child. Otherwise, everyone would laugh at Oscar Lockhart for being cheated on.” “I saw it with my own eyes—that day she was entering and leaving a hotel with the Foster family’s young master. She had the audacity to lie and claim the child was yours. Shameless!” “Oscar, when are you going to divorce her? I can hardly wait anymore…” It turned out the marriage I had wholeheartedly invested in was merely a facade for the siblings to cover up their disgraceful affairs. But what he didn’t know was that the Foster family’s young master and I never had any intimate contact that night. It was him who killed his own child. 1 My child has been gone for two years now. I hung his photo in the most prominent place in our home. When Oscar saw it, he angrily instructed the butler to take it down, saying, “Hanging a memorial photo in the living room brings bad luck!” I quickly intervened and explained, “Yesterday marked the second anniversary of our baby’s passing. I’ll only keep it up for a while and take it down tomorrow.” He snorted coldly, then began organizing his briefcase, preparing to leave. I called after him, “Wait! Today is Valentine’s Day. I’ll prepare dinner and wait for you to come home.” Since our child’s death, I’ve developed psychological barriers. Whenever my husband touched me at night, I would recall the moment my child held my finger before dying. From soft and warm to cold and rigid. Because of this, I had refused his intimate advances many times. This Valentine’s Day, I planned to use the occasion to improve our relationship. Oscar seemed quite surprised, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll be back later.” Having secured his promise, I felt much lighter. By 8 PM, dinner was ready, with vibrant roses adorning the table. All that was missing was the guest of honor. But even as the food grew cold, he hadn’t returned. The butler felt sorry for me and asked, “Madam, would you like to call Mr. Lockhart?” I shook my head without saying a word. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to call; it was that calling to hurry him would only anger his sister. Oscar has a pampered and extremely precious sister named Ivy Lockhart. Although she was adopted into the Lockhart family, everyone doted on her immensely. The Lockhart family’s Ivy was extremely dependent on Oscar, almost to the point of obsession. If nothing unexpected happened, he was probably accompanying Ivy again. I opened WeChat and checked my feed. The first post was Ivy’s new update: [This is the eighth Valentine’s Day I’ve spent with Oscar. So happy!] The attached photos included one of them holding hands and a pile of diamond jewelry gifts. In the comments section, there were no messages or likes from any relatives. This was a post visible only to me. Since I married into the Lockhart family, Ivy has viewed me as a thorn in her side. Every few days, she would post an update showcasing Oscar’s affection for her. Initially, I thought this was just a sister’s dependency on Oscar—she felt I had taken her Oscar away, so she was biased against me. So I became increasingly friendly toward her, always giving her first pick of any nice things I bought. Even when she posted content on social media to provoke me, I wouldn’t mind. But this time, I truly felt she had gone too far.

2 Oscar didn’t come home all night. The bedside lamp turned off and on again as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for hours. The next day, Oscar returned home reeking of alcohol and immediately collapsed on the bed, falling asleep. He looked extremely exhausted. I couldn’t control my suspicions and pulled open his collar. His collarbone was covered with red kiss marks. I was no longer a teenage girl and naturally understood what this meant. As my hands trembled, his large hand suddenly grabbed mine. I held back my anger and demanded, “You didn’t come home last night. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Oscar frowned, slowly sat up against the headboard while adjusting his clothes and said, “Ivy had an asthma attack yesterday. I took her to see a doctor. It got too late, so I just accompanied her shopping for a while.” How convenient that it happened right at this time. He came home with kiss marks still on his face, and seeing his nonchalant attitude, I fought back tears and asked, “What kind of logic is it to spend Valentine’s Day with your sister? And the entire night…” A dark look flashed in his eyes as his anger erupted. He raised his iron-like palm and slapped me across the face. The blow nearly knocked me to the ground. I couldn’t understand what had just happened. In our eight years of marriage, this was the first time he had ever laid hands on me. “How could you have such vulgar thoughts? I was just shopping with my sister.” After saying this, he seemed to realize what he had done and stared blankly as I held my face. Much later, I recovered from the intense pain, my face wet with tears. He stepped forward, saying “I’m sorry” while helping me up. Then he gently embraced me, wiping away my tears before continuing, “I was too angry just now. You know I didn’t mean it…” Before, I would have forgiven him because I believed he loved me. But this time, I pushed his hand away, wiped my own tears, and said disappointedly, “You’d better remember who your wife is and who painfully gave birth to your child.” At the mention of our child, Oscar’s face immediately darkened. At that moment, immersed in my pain, I failed to notice this detail. 3 Not long after this incident, Mrs.

Eleanor called specifically to comfort me: “Ivy has always been frail since childhood, don’t take it personally. I’ll find time to go shopping with you to help you relax. But you and Oscar still need to continue your marriage.” No one felt more anxious about our marriage than I did. Nevertheless, I spoke up: “Ivy interferes too much in Oscar’s affairs, and I really don’t know what to do about it.” Mrs. Eleanor understood my meaning and promised: “At tonight’s banquet, you’ll attend as Oscar’s date. It’s a good opportunity to nurture your relationship with him. I’ll talk to Ivy myself.” I forced a smile and reluctantly agreed. The Lockhart family’s banquet had invited numerous social celebrities. My best friend Hazel Scott was also there. Since she hadn’t seen me for a long time, she pulled me to a corner to have a drink. “Nora Reed, since marrying into wealth, you’ve even abandoned your career.” I took a small sip of wine and said dejectedly: “Oscar won’t let me act anymore. Last time I just accepted a role in a drama funded by the Foster heir, and he flew into a rage, forbidding me from acting again.” Hazel seemed exasperated: “What a waste of your beautiful face! Even without relying on Oscar, you could become a wealthy woman on your own!” My mood lightened a bit, so I told her about Oscar secretly meeting with Ivy a few days ago. Hazel’s expression turned strange. After hearing what I said, she hesitated before asking: “Have you ever checked Oscar’s chat history? I suspect there’s something unusual between Oscar and someone else.” Her words aligned perfectly with my suspicions. I shook my head and said: “No, I haven’t.” With the air of someone who knew better, she said: “Then perhaps it’s best not to. No woman ever feels better after reading her husband’s messages.” Before I could respond, Oscar approached us. He affectionately took my arm and raised his glass toward Hazel with a smile: “Sorry, I need to borrow her for a moment.” In front of others, we perfectly portrayed the image of a loving wealthy couple. But once he led me to the private lounge, he violently slammed me against the wall and placed his hand beside my ear. His eyes blazed with anger as he demanded in a low voice: “What did you tell Hazel? Remember your promise when we got married—not to reveal any secrets to the outside world.” I said, “I understand.” The pain from my back felt like it was about to split open. I winced and gasped in pain, saying with a trembling voice: “I won’t make this mistake again.” He said: “You’d better remember that,” then turned and left. The pain was excruciating. I slowly sat down, sliding down against the wall. Suddenly, a flash of light caught my eye. Oscar’s phone had fallen to the ground, thrown out by his forceful movements earlier. Remembering what Hazel had said, I picked up the phone to check. The phone required a password. I tried entering his birthday and my birthday, but neither worked. Finally, with trembling hands, I entered Ivy’s birthday. It unlocked. In the WeChat interface, the intimate chat history between him and his sister pierced my eyes. “It’s a good thing you got rid of that child back then. Otherwise, everyone would laugh at Oscar Lockhart for being cheated on.” “I saw it with my own eyes—that day she was going in and out of a hotel with the Foster heir. She actually lied and said the child was yours. Shameless!” “Oscar, when are you going to divorce her? I can hardly wait anymore…” So the marriage I had wholeheartedly invested in was merely a facade for the siblings to cover up their disgraceful affair. But what he didn’t know was that the Foster heir never had any intimate contact with me that night. It was him who killed his own child. I suddenly remembered Oscar’s pre-marriage agreement: never to speak about the Lockhart family’s affairs. What other secrets did his family have that were worth spreading? This was nothing more than an incestuous scandal between siblings. I couldn’t bear to look anymore, so I turned off the phone and quickly ran to the bathroom. My stomach twisted in knots, and nausea rushed to my head. I covered my mouth with my hand as tears mixed with vomit. This marriage was nothing but a fig leaf. I pressed the toilet flush button, and everything in the bowl was washed down the drain. “It’s time to end this.”

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On Valentine’s night, I ran into my fiancé’s lover outside a bar. She had been drugged and was unconscious. This time, I pretended not to see her and walked away. In my previous life, I didn’t know her. When I kindly rescued her, I accidentally glimpsed my fiancé’s name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was a misunderstanding, but the next moment, when I answered her phone, I heard my fiancé’s voice on the other end. Overwhelmed with jealousy and rage, I hung up and ignored the 99 calls from my fiancé, only leaving after I had safely arranged for her to stay at my family’s hotel. But that night, his lover was assaulted by criminals and, overcome with shame, took her own life. After learning the truth, my fiancé acted as if nothing had happened and still held a grand wedding ceremony for me. However, on the day I discovered I was pregnant, he broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I completely broke down and asked him through my tears why he would do this. He laughed maniacally, “If it weren’t for you, Lacie wouldn’t have been assaulted, and she wouldn’t have committed suicide! It’s all your fault!” To my surprise, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met his lover outside the bar. 1 “Please, help me call my boyfriend…” Lacie Lee collapsed outside the bar, her face flushed, her consciousness already fading. Though it was just an ordinary request, cold sweat broke out on my back as I realized I had been reborn. This time, I pretended not to see her plea for help and quickened my pace away from the bar entrance. In my previous life, it was my compassion that led me to such a tragic fate. This time, I wouldn’t get involved no matter what. But before I could get far, Lacie struggled to her feet and tried to stop me again. In my carelessness, I was pushed to the ground by her. I cried out in pain, not noticing that the woman’s phone had started ringing, followed by my fiancé Jake Gordon’s voice: “Lacie, why did it take you so long to answer? Don’t you know how worried I was!” Lacie whined in a sweet, cloying voice: “I’m feeling so terrible, Jake darling. Someone drugged me. Jake, come save me quickly.” The man’s voice suddenly rose: “Hang on, Lacie. I’m coming right now!” Hearing Jake’s voice, I couldn’t help but shudder, the pain of having my legs broken by him in my previous life still fresh in my memory. Back then, I never imagined I would die at the hands of my fiancé, the man I was about to marry. In less than ten minutes, Jake arrived at the bar entrance. He anxiously took the woman into his arms and was about to leave when he finally noticed me still lying on the ground. “Ruby?” He was surprised to see me, followed by a flash of discomfort across his face. “You… what are you doing here…” I had twisted my leg, but I stood up, fighting through the intense pain. Avoiding his probing gaze, I acted as if I hadn’t heard him and walked toward the roadside, hailed a taxi, and went home. Soon after, Jake brought Lacie home too. The woman wrapped herself around him like an octopus, mumbling incoherent words. Seeing me, his expression turned awkward, and he quickly explained: “Lacie isn’t feeling well. I thought it wouldn’t be safe to leave her alone at home, so I brought her back. You don’t mind—” “I don’t mind,” I cut him off quickly, closing the door, noticing Jake’s complex gaze following me. That night, the sounds of their lovemaking faintly reached my ears through the guest room door. I covered my ears, wiping away tears that had fallen without my notice—not from jealousy, but from the fear of having survived a catastrophe. By dawn, the noises had quieted down, and I completely breathed a sigh of relief. In my previous life, I had been blinded by love, which was why I rejected all 99 calls Jake made to Lacie outside the bar and left her alone at the hotel. I hadn’t anticipated that Lacie would be assaulted by criminals that night and choose to end her life. Jake married me without saying a word, holding the enviable wedding as promised. But on the day I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and imprisoned me at home. When I asked him why through my pain-induced haze, I only received his merciless curses. He hated me, blamed me entirely for Lacie’s death, and had planned everything just to avenge her. This time, I wouldn’t interfere with them again. Of course, I would also extract myself from this relationship. The next day at noon, the two of them finally emerged from the bedroom.

Lacie’s exposed shoulders were covered in kiss marks. Upon seeing me, she lowered her head in feigned shyness. “Ruby, you weren’t upset last night, were you? Jake only had to… well, to save me. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was useless, getting drugged like that.” “Please don’t take it to heart. I’d feel terrible if I caused problems with your wedding because of me.” As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful. Hearing the commotion, Jake frowned and immediately confronted me: “I asked you last night too, Ruby. You said you didn’t mind. Why are you making Lacie cry now?” I was completely baffled: “She’s been rambling on her own and started crying by herself. What does that have to do with me?” At this, Jake’s frown deepened: “Then why would Lacie cry for no reason? I’ve already agreed to marry you—what more do you want!” Even though I’d already compromised, why wouldn’t these two leave me alone? With this thought, I looked him straight in the eyes: “If it’s such a burden for you, let’s cancel the engagement.” Jake froze in place. “Cancel the engagement?” Malice flashed in his eyes. “Ruby, you’re such a drama queen. Lacie was drugged. If I hadn’t saved her last night, she would have been in danger.” “And here you are, wanting to cancel our engagement over something so trivial! Do you think marriage is some small matter?” I never thought that way, but he had already torn off his hypocritical mask. I didn’t want to say much more and replied firmly: “I’ve suddenly realized something. Jake, we’re not right for each other.” “Not right for each other?” His gaze darkened before quickly turning to anger. “Ruby, don’t get it twisted. You were the one who said you liked me first.” In the beginning, I was indeed the one who fell for him first. After graduating from university abroad, where my parents had sent me to study, I returned home. At my welcome-back dinner, I fell for Jake at first sight. I did everything I could to learn about him, got his contact information, and gathered the courage to confess my feelings. Surprisingly, he neither agreed nor refused, only saying we could give it a try. I thought that even a glimmer of hope was enough. So we started meeting regularly, chatting, watching movies, and shopping together. Gradually, his gaze toward me softened, and he would instinctively protect me when crossing the street. Back then, I thought that was love, and I eagerly brought up our engagement to my father. But after we got engaged, Jake stopped spending time with me like before, and Lacie was suddenly always by his side. I was too one-sided in my feelings, which led me into this hopeless situation. Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths and said resignedly: “Yes, I liked you first. But now I don’t love you anymore, understand?” “Ruby!” His anger erupted as he dragged me into the bedroom, radiating fury. “What are you so angry about? I’ve already explained about Lacie. We grew up together—did you expect me to ignore her when she was in trouble?” “Please don’t use your filthy thoughts to judge our relationship!” Hearing the word “filthy,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m filthy? Jake, yesterday was Valentine’s Day. When I asked you on a date, you said you had to work late, but one call from Lacie and you rushed to her. Who are you trying to fool?” “She even has your name tattooed on her shoulder. How can you say there’s nothing between you?!” These words had been suppressed in my heart for too long. Finally saying them out loud still felt painful. He couldn’t respond for a long time before turning and leaving. I couldn’t be bothered to pursue it further. I took a taxi home and told my mother about canceling the engagement. Mom was shocked at first, but after hearing the whole story, she cursed angrily: “I really misjudged him! Fine, we’ll pretend the wedding is still on and let all our relatives and friends see him humiliated!” By the time I got home, it was already evening. As soon as I entered, the messy shoe rack and closet almost made me think burglars had broken in. After checking, I discovered that several limited-edition dresses and high heels Jake had given me were all missing. Just then, the door opened. Jake and Lacie walked in hand in hand. She was wearing my clothes and shoes—the very ones from my closet.

When they saw me, the two immediately let go of each other’s hands. Lacie explained in a sweet voice, “Ruby, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to wear your clothes. Yesterday, my clothes were all torn, so Jake told me to take something from your closet.” Jake had always given me gifts on every important anniversary. He knew I disliked matching outfits with others, so the clothes and bags he bought me were all limited editions. But now, those items he once claimed were exclusively mine were being worn by another woman. Seeing that I didn’t respond, Jake looked quite displeased. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Why are you looking at me like that? You have so many clothes anyway, what’s wrong with letting Lacie wear a few?” I kept my face expressionless, nodded, and said, “I understand.” Jake was still unsatisfied, his brows furrowing. “What are you thinking, Ruby? Why are you pretending not to care? Do you think this will get my attention?” I looked up, meeting his eyes directly. “Have you considered that I genuinely don’t care?” Jake grew even angrier. He glared at me, then took Lacie’s hand and went into the bedroom. I knew he was angry, but I didn’t want to deal with it. After all, I was about to leave this place. 3 Jake stayed angry for a long time. He hadn’t spoken to me for days, expecting me to seek reconciliation like I used to. Unfortunately for him, I was too busy preparing for my departure abroad to pay him any attention. A year after graduation, my overseas professor had suggested I join their research group for further studies, but back then, I was so infatuated with Jake that I refused without a second thought. Looking back now, I was truly a complete fool. Lacie appeared at my home from time to time, treating it like a hotel, even brazenly using my belongings as if she were the lady of the house. I pretended not to notice any of it, focusing entirely on my own affairs. I just couldn’t understand why Jake still refused to cancel our engagement, especially when I was no longer interfering with their relationship. I didn’t believe he truly loved only me as he claimed. So I followed my mother’s advice, pretending the wedding was still on, keeping everything as it was. When Jake learned about this, he was quite pleased and even approached me on his own. “I told you, Ruby. You’ll never be able to leave me in this lifetime, so stop lying to yourself about canceling the engagement.” “By the way, Lacie wants to experience what a wedding feels like, so she wants to be your bridesmaid. You don’t mind, right?” he added casually, not even bothering to look at me. In my previous life, I had taken my wedding very seriously, and my bridesmaids were naturally my close friends of many years, not Lacie. But this time, the wedding was just an illusion. Thinking of this, I nodded, completely indifferent. “Sure, that’s fine.” Hearing this, he stared at me in surprise for a long while, then finally said menacingly, “I’m warning you, don’t bully Lacie or try any tricks!” I certainly had no such intentions. A few days later, the wedding company asked me to try on wedding dresses, and I didn’t refuse. Lacie came along too. “Wow, Ruby, this wedding dress is so beautiful! Can I try it on?” In the store, Lacie couldn’t stop admiring the diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding dress displayed in the center. It was indeed beautiful. Even I was stunned when I first saw it. Jake had specially invited a master designer from abroad to create it for me, and spent a fortune to have 99 South African diamonds sewn onto it, making it extraordinarily luxurious. Jake said only I deserved such a wedding dress. In my previous life, I had been immersed in this happiness, ultimately walking toward death. But now, I didn’t even frown as I nodded in agreement: “Sure, it’ll fulfill your dream of being a bride.” Seeing my calm reaction, Jake frowned deeply and questioned me: “Ruby, this was designed specifically for you, a wedding dress that belongs only to you in this world. How can you just let someone else wear it?” I raised an eyebrow and said, “It’s just a fitting. Does wearing my wedding dress mean Lacie will replace me and marry you?” Both of their faces changed at my words. Jake’s expression turned particularly fierce as he slammed his fist on the table. “Ruby, what nonsense are you talking about!” I shrugged and smiled. “I’m just saying. It’s just a wedding dress. If Lacie wants to wear it, let her. After all, you said you and Lacie have known each other since childhood. I should be more tolerant and generous.” His brow furrowed even more as his eyes fixed on me, his thoughts unreadable. Finally, he said disdainfully, “Fine, whatever you want.” In the end, Lacie got her wish to wear the wedding dress and even pulled Jake in for photos, asking the photographer to capture the moment. However, Jake’s gaze occasionally fell on me, making him seem distracted. I knew what he was thinking—wondering why I wasn’t clinging to him like before, why I didn’t care anymore. But having been reborn, this time I only wanted to survive. Soon, the wedding day arrived. Jake went to the venue alone. Amid the cheers of the guests, Jake felt inexplicably nervous. He adjusted his bow tie and looked at the door ahead. The host announced that his bride was waiting behind that door. But when the door opened, the bride who should have been waiting for him was nowhere to be found.

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After just one month of marriage, I’ve already had 38 arguments with my mother-in-law, Jane Holmes! My husband, Zane Holmes, has an extremely close relationship with Jane. For Zane’s sake, I voluntarily went on a two-month business trip to give myself and Jane some space to improve our relationship. One evening, Jane suddenly transferred me $20,000 with a thoughtful message: “Dottie, stay safe while you’re away. This money is for you to spend however you like.” Not long after, Zane called me, angrily saying: “Dottie, Mom thinks you’re actually having an affair while on your business trip. She gave you money because she’s worried you might spend another man’s money! She’s gone too far! I’ve already had an argument with her! Don’t worry, I’ll always take your side!” Zane had said things like this many times. Whenever Jane and I argued, he seemed particularly pleased! Once, when I accidentally knocked Jane over, he even said I shouldn’t hold back since she wasn’t my mother! It wasn’t until later that I discovered his love for both Jane and me was completely fake! 1 The day I returned from my business trip, Jane spent three hours in the kitchen preparing a table full of my favorite dishes. She smiled warmly while continuously serving me food: “Dottie, eat more, you’re too thin. Your work is stressful, you need to maintain your nutrition.” Jane’s kind and gentle demeanor warmed my heart, making me think that perhaps the conflicts between us were just misunderstandings. Even if there were no misunderstandings, some friction was normal. After all, I was newly married, and the adjustment process would naturally involve some tension. I enjoyed the meal thoroughly. As we were finishing, I said to her: “Thank you, Jane.” Jane’s eyes lit up with happiness, and she smiled. My gratitude seemed to make her happier than winning the lottery. “It’s no trouble at all. We’re family.” That night, as soon as I got into bed, Zane lowered his voice and complained to me: “Dottie, Mom said you ate too much! Guess why she made all that food for you?” He deliberately kept me in suspense, so I asked: “Why?” “It’s to help you build up your strength so you can have a baby!” We had discussed the topic of having children with Jane and Zane two weeks ago. My career was currently on the rise, and I wanted to wait a couple of years before having children. I never expected Jane would agree to my face but change her mind behind my back. I was instantly angry, but then I reconsidered. Jane had been so pleasant earlier, and I didn’t want to start arguing as soon as I returned, so I suppressed my emotions. “She can say what she wants. I’ll just ignore it.” As I lay down, I caught a glimpse of disappointment on Zane’s face, but I was too tired to care and fell asleep immediately. Not long after, I woke up needing to use the bathroom and vaguely heard Zane talking in Jane’s room. I faintly heard him say: “Mom, I’m sorry, Dottie is so ungrateful. You worked so hard to prepare all those dishes, and she complained that you’re messy and unclean. If it weren’t for your sake, I would have argued with her already!” I was stunned. I had never said any of those things. Furious, I gripped the doorknob, ready to confront Zane about why he was trying to drive a wedge between us. But then I heard Jane’s calm voice: “Being clean is a good thing. I’ll be more careful next time. Zane, you should control your temper and treat Dottie well.” I never expected Jane to respond like that. It immediately brought me back to my senses, and I didn’t open the door. I wanted to see why Zane was going to such lengths to create conflict between Jane and me.

2 In the days since I’ve been back, Jane and I have been getting along harmoniously. I could feel that we both had fire burning inside, but we were both holding back from exploding. While at work, I received a message from Zane. The photo showed my most expensive silk dress, a Valentine’s Day gift from Zane worth thirty thousand. It was my favorite piece of clothing, one I rarely wore because I cherished it so much. However, in the photo, the dress was completely ruined from washing. “Dottie, Mom went too far! I told her your clothes must be hand-washed, but she wouldn’t listen and put it in the washing machine!” “I told her this dress cost thirty thousand, and she said you’re extravagant and not a good wife. I’m about to burst a blood vessel!” “Don’t worry about me—you absolutely need to give her a good scolding, otherwise she’ll never change!” Seeing the photo, I was indeed angry, but realizing Zane was encouraging me to fight with his mother, I calmly replied: “It’s just a dress, no big deal.” There was silence from his end, then a moment later, he called me. Zane said: “Dottie, marrying me has really made you suffer. You’ve always had a fiery temper and never put up with nonsense!” “We’ve only been married a month and my mom has been giving you trouble the whole time. You don’t need to tolerate her for my sake.” “Even if you get into a fight with her, I’ll stand by you. You’re the most important person in my life. I love you the most, and no one should make you upset!” “How about we tell Mom tonight that we want to live separately?” I do have a bad temper and never take mistreatment or avoid conflict. Once, a confrontation with my boss ended up requiring police intervention. Everyone around me knows I’m not someone to mess with, but I’m not unreasonable—I don’t bother people unless they bother me first. Right now I was indeed angry, but not at Jane—at Zane. Controlling my anger, I told Zane: “Don’t treat your mom like that. You’re not short on money—just buy me another one.” I didn’t lose my temper, which seemed to make Zane anxious: “What if I buy a new one and Mom ruins it again?” “Then buy another one! She won’t keep wasting your money forever.” Zane fell silent on the other end, apparently not expecting this response from me. That evening when I returned home from work, Zane immediately said: “Mom’s angry. She went out with her friends and didn’t cook dinner for us. I complained, and she yelled at me.” “She said she doesn’t owe us anything and to leave her alone!” What he didn’t know was that two minutes before I walked through the door, I had received a message from Jane. Jane had transferred me 50,000 and explained: “Dottie, I’m so sorry. I was doing your laundry today and didn’t notice your silk dress wrapped up with the other clothes. It got ruined in the washing machine. Please accept my apology. Take this money and buy yourself a new one.” “Also, it’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’m out celebrating with her. I didn’t have time to make dinner for you two, but I’ve ordered takeout from a restaurant. It will be delivered at 8 PM.”

3 At that moment, I carefully examined the man before me. He had truly transformed into someone I didn’t recognize! Zane noticed my gaze and nervously asked, “What’s wrong, Dottie? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suppressing my anger, I replied casually, “Nothing. There’ll be food delivery soon, so we won’t go hungry.” Zane seemed extremely surprised and disappointed that I hadn’t lost my temper. Later when Jane returned, I overheard Zane badmouthing me in her room, “Mom, I’m sorry I married such a vicious woman. I told her it was normal for you to attend your friend’s birthday party, but Dottie claimed you were using the gathering as an excuse to meet men!” I clenched my fists in anger. Jane also vented her frustration, “Dottie is so heartless. I’ve been nothing but sincere to her, and this is how she treats me!” Zane encouraged her, “Mom, when I confronted her, she kicked me out to sleep on the couch. There are some things I can’t say as her husband, but you should confront her directly!” Jane hesitated, looking somewhat afraid. “Dottie has a bad temper. Let it go. I have a clear conscience anyway.” Zane grew anxious and continued urging Jane to confront me. But Jane said, “Family harmony is most important. Let it go.” Then she shooed Zane out of her room. He returned to our bedroom, quietly slipped into bed, and gently embraced me from behind. He kissed my neck and said in an incredibly affectionate tone, “Dottie, I love you so much. No one is more important to me than you.” Fighting the disgust I felt inside, I pretended to be asleep and gave him no response. A few days later, Zane started causing trouble again. He asked me out, held my hands, and with feigned sincerity said, “Dottie, something’s come up. I’ve negotiated a big deal that requires a 3 million advance payment. I mentioned this to Mom, but she doesn’t seem willing to help.” “Could you talk to Mom about this for me? I’m working myself to death to earn money, all for our family.” “But Mom doesn’t see it that way. I’m her only son, yet she refuses to help me!” “Dad’s been gone for some time now, and I’m worried she might spend his death benefits on other men.” “Dottie, would you please discuss this with Mom? We need to work together. If the company succeeds, our lives will improve. Don’t you agree?” I refused him, “Zane, that’s Jane’s retirement money. You’re a man and her son. Since she didn’t agree, let’s respect her decision.” Zane seemed about to say something more, looking extremely anxious as he tried again to persuade me. But I still didn’t agree, which angered Zane, and he stopped talking to me. That evening at dinner, Zane himself asked Jane for the 3 million. After a moment’s hesitation, Jane finally said, “Fine, I’ll transfer the money to Dottie. She’s more detail-oriented. You two can build the company together.” The moment Jane agreed, Zane’s face lit up with crow’s feet from smiling so widely, but when Jane mentioned giving the money to me, his disappointment was obvious. 4 Jane actually transferred that money to me, and I knew it was all she had. Zane repeatedly asked me for this money, but I refused each time, claiming the project wasn’t mature and carried high risks. While Zane appeared to listen to me on the surface, even when furious inside, he could only vent his frustration in private. After several attempts, he even hired people to act, trying to convince me the project was reliable. To make him give up, I told him directly: “I’ve invested this money in a private equity fund with a fixed term. We can’t withdraw it for three years.” I showed him the records, and Zane turned pale, completely losing hope. I told him: “I’ve reviewed your company’s accounts. Your business isn’t short of money. This is your mother’s retirement savings. We shouldn’t touch it unless absolutely necessary.” Zane didn’t say anything to my face, but behind my back, he smashed his phone to pieces in anger. That evening, when I noticed his new phone, he explained that he’d lost his old one and had to get a replacement. In our daily life, he would still occasionally try to provoke arguments between Jane and me. Sometimes when Jane couldn’t bear it anymore and scolded me, I deliberately maintained a good attitude to prevent Zane from succeeding, choosing to be respectful toward Jane instead of arguing. Seeing my increasingly better attitude, Jane grew even more affectionate toward me. So during Zane’s later attempts to stir up trouble, Jane restrained herself from getting angry with me. When Zane saw our relationship improving, he finally snapped! He brought several accident insurance policies, indignantly showing them to me: “Dottie, look at this! Mom has secretly purchased so many accident insurance policies for you, with coverage ranging from millions to tens of millions.” “The beneficiary is my mother’s name on all of them! It’s so vicious—she’s trying to harm you!” “This is unacceptable. Even if you don’t confront her for my sake, I can’t let her get away with this!” After examining the three policies, I calmly asked Zane: “Why would Jane want to harm me? She’s always been good to me. I can feel she truly loves me like her own daughter!” Zane fumed: “She’s just pretending. Dottie, you’re too innocent and kind-hearted.” “Remember when my mother took you hiking? Fortunately, I arrived early and saw her trying to push you off the cliff from behind.” “I didn’t overthink it then, but now it’s terrifying to consider. Think about it—there was that time you almost got hit by a car while crossing the street.” “You were badly frightened. Then there was the time your car lost control and nearly crashed; and another time when Mom took you on a sea trip, I saw her almost push you overboard.” “I’ve argued with her many times in private about this. I thought she wasn’t serious, but I never imagined her intentions could be so malicious.” “Dottie, we must address this, or she’ll eventually kill you.” As Zane spoke, he became increasingly agitated and angry, but I also noticed an indescribable excitement in his eyes. He indignantly pulled out his phone, preparing to call everyone in the Holmes family: “Even though you’re fine now and we don’t have evidence to catch my mother, I won’t let you get hurt. From now on, I disown her as my mother. We’ll expel her from the Holmes family—she’ll have nothing to do with us anymore.” With that, he called the Holmes family members and Jane’s relatives one by one, declaring he was cutting all ties with Jane. I didn’t stop him. It was time for friends, family, and even more people to see Zane’s true face! He thought I knew nothing, unaware that he too was merely a piece on my chessboard.

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My mother has hated me since the day I was born. Whenever she’s upset, she hits me, yells at me, and sometimes even throws me out onto the street in the middle of the night. She’s especially fond of her best friend’s daughter, Scylla Reed, and has even made Scylla her goddaughter. For Scylla, she buys strawberry cakes and pretty dresses, practically giving her everything she owns. I truly don’t understand: why is she so biased towards her? Until one day, my mother came down with a high fever. While taking care of her, I heard her talking in her sleep: “Scylla, when mommy has the means, I’ll definitely take you back as my biological daughter.” Only then did I realize I wasn’t actually my mother’s child. With my heart racing in excitement, I went to my mother’s best friend, but she just sneered at me with contempt. “What difference does that make? I only acknowledge Scylla, not you.” My heart felt like it had been punched hard. From then on, I stopped hoping and focused only on myself. When I finally discovered who my birth mother was, those two came to regret their actions. 1 Standing at Aunt Hunter’s doorstep, my mother lowered her voice, each word as firm as a nail. “We’re going to Aunt Hunter’s for Christmas Eve feast. At the table, you are not to take any meat from Scylla, nor steal her spotlight! Do you understand? If you make her unhappy, I’ll beat you when we get home!” I nodded obediently. I was used to my mother’s ways by now. Though I didn’t understand why she always insisted on dragging me to Aunt Hunter’s for Christmas dinner, or why she favored Scylla so much. “Scylla, look! Your godmother bought you that dress you’ve always loved. Christmas is the perfect time for new clothes!” As soon as we entered, my mother’s expression of disgust instantly transformed into one of tenderness. I lowered my head, looking at my own tattered clothes, my heart filled with bitterness. I had never owned a new piece of clothing. During dinner, I remembered everything my mother had said. From the table full of food, I only took a few vegetables to eat with my rice. My mother kept putting food onto Scylla’s plate. Sitting beside me, Scylla suddenly waved her bulging red envelope in my direction – the traditional monetary gift given during holidays. “How much did your mom give you in your red envelope this year? She gave me five thousand in mine.” I froze for a moment. As for red envelopes, my mother had never given me a single cent. I forced a bitter smile, nodded, and didn’t respond to her question. At the table, my mother continued praising Scylla. “Scylla is such a beautiful, well-behaved, and obedient child. I truly envy you for having such a wonderful daughter!” “Unlike my good-for-nothing who can’t do anything right. I regret every day having brought such a worthless child into this world!” She always managed to slip in a few words to belittle me. After dinner, Scylla wiped her mouth and began whining to Aunt Hunter. “Mom, I want strawberry cake.” Before Aunt Hunter could respond, my mother immediately stood up. “Godmother will go buy it for you right now!” It was snowing heavily outside, but she left without any hesitation. When she returned, her face was red from the cold. Everyone watched Scylla eat her cake with adoring expressions, while I shrank into the corner, feeling like an unwelcome shadow. She pushed the small amount of leftover cream toward me. “Amelia Carter, I can’t finish this. You can have the rest.” I picked up my fork, curious to taste what this strawberry cake was like. But in the next second, my mother slapped me hard across the face. “You little brat, have you forgotten what I told you before we came in?!” “Don’t even think about taking Scylla’s things, even if she doesn’t want them, you have no right to them!” My face burned with pain, my eyes welling up with tears as I put down my fork and apologized to Scylla. As the holidays continued, New Year’s Eve should have been festive, but for me, it was torture. That night, my mother caught a cold from going out to buy Scylla’s cake, which turned into a fever. I brought a basin of hot water to wipe her face when I heard her mumbling in her delirium. “My child, my child, mommy misses you so much.” My heart suddenly tightened, and I unsteadily walked to her side, gripping her hand tightly. “Mom, I’m right here.” Then she continued: “Scylla, my child, mommy misses you terribly.” “Mommy deeply regrets giving you away, but I simply couldn’t provide for you properly back then.” “When I have the means, I’ll definitely acknowledge you as my biological daughter!”

2 My hand stopped as I was wiping her face, a mix of emotions washing over me. But I quickly understood. Mom didn’t love me because I wasn’t her biological child. If I found my birth mother, would I receive the kind of love that Scylla got? Since Mom had exchanged me with Aunt Hunter’s child, then Aunt Hunter must be my biological mother. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Without even putting on shoes, I ran straight to Aunt Hunter’s house. I was out of breath when I reached Aunt Hunter’s doorstep, just as she was returning from grocery shopping. “Amelia, what brings you here?” she asked, looking at me with confusion. I took a deep breath and blurted out everything Mom had said yesterday. I had expected her to break down in tears of regret after learning the truth. Instead, she merely chuckled. I stood there dumbfounded, not understanding what was happening. Then, she slowly pushed open her door, and just before stepping inside, she turned back. “Even if you were my biological daughter, so what? I only acknowledge Scylla as my daughter, not you.” The next second, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang, leaving me barefoot outside. My previously high spirits instantly plummeted, as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. Their attitude toward me seemed to constantly emphasize one thing—I was simply unlikable, and it had nothing to do with being biological or not. No one wanted to accept me. Feeling dejected, I returned home. As soon as I opened the door, a plate suddenly flew toward my face. “Where have you been wandering off to? Your mother is sick, and you don’t even think to come take care of her? What’s the difference between giving birth to you and giving birth to something useless? Can’t you learn from Scylla? She’s both smart and filial. You’re the same age, yet the gap between you is so vast!” I was dizzy from the impact, and the resentment in my heart finally erupted. Just because I wasn’t her biological daughter, she could bully and insult me like this? It was completely unfair! From that moment, a rebellious mindset began to take root within me. “Aren’t you and Aunt Hunter the same age? Why is Aunt Hunter so successful while you’re so down and out?” This was the first time I had ever talked back to her. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at me. Without saying a word, she grabbed a clothes hanger and beat me mercilessly, breaking my skin and opening wounds all over my body. This time, I didn’t cry and beg for forgiveness as I had done before. From that day on, I began studying by lamplight at night. Rather than yearning for their love, I decided to seize the opportunity to improve myself and leave this home as soon as possible. My grades steadily improved, gradually surpassing Scylla’s. Scylla was very unhappy about this and cried when she got home. Because of this incident, Mom gave me a severe beating. Once again, I clearly understood that none of them wanted me to do well. So I learned to keep a low profile. In every exam before the college entrance test, I deliberately performed poorly, making myself one of the lowest-ranked students in the class. “Scylla is naturally intelligent. She barely studies yet still performs much better than that hateful child!” Mom’s face beamed with pride as she looked at Scylla’s report card. Only I knew that Scylla’s grades were obtained through cheating. Her actual performance might not even reach the minimum score required for college admission. But I didn’t expose her; I just agreed with Mom. On the day of the college entrance exam, I was the first person to walk out of the examination hall. Many parents had gathered outside, and I immediately spotted Aunt Hunter in a corner, talking on her phone. I intended to pretend I hadn’t seen her and walk past, but I accidentally overheard her conversation. “Mom, Scylla is currently taking the college entrance exam, don’t worry.” “Thankfully, you discovered that Scylla had been switched early on and exchanged her back, otherwise I’d be crying without tears now.” “Wendy thought her plan was flawless, and she’s been beating and scolding her own biological daughter every day.”

3 My mind went completely blank. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. To clear the doubts in my mind, I went straight to the hospital for a paternity test as soon as I got up. The day the college entrance exam results were announced happened to be Scylla’s coming-of-age ceremony. She specifically called to beg me to attend. I knew perfectly well that she was worried today’s results would expose her true academic level, so she deliberately invited me—someone who ranked at the bottom—to make herself look better by comparison. What she didn’t know was that I had performed at my normal level during the exam, without deliberately lowering my score. At Scylla’s ceremony, her mother was dressed in a beautiful dress, looking exceptionally elegant. “The scores will be announced soon. Scylla will definitely achieve excellent results and make the honor roll. She’ll have no problem getting into any prestigious university!” Everyone gathered around Scylla, saying she would surely get into a good university. They had all forgotten that today was also my coming-of-age day. But I no longer cared. After the results were announced and college applications submitted, I could leave them all behind. Before long, the exam results were released. Scylla and I both received text messages with our scores. Scylla had indeed only scored a little over 300 points. Seeing the disappointment on everyone’s faces, she blushed with embarrassment and immediately pointed at me. “That’s because the exam was too difficult this time, and I didn’t perform at my normal level. Look at her—she must have scored much lower than me.” Mom quickly ran over and snatched my phone away. “Amelia’s total score is 689 points, ranking 45th in the province.” Everyone at the scene gasped in shock. At that moment, Mom, Scylla, and my aunt all looked extremely displeased. Scylla sat down on the floor and began crying loudly. “This is my coming-of-age ceremony. Why did you have to show off and steal my spotlight?” Mom was very anxious. She frantically pulled out some tissues to wipe Scylla’s tears while comforting her. “Scylla, don’t be sad. No matter what your exam results are, in your godmother’s heart, you’re always the most outstanding child!” “That bad person must have cheated to get such a high score! I’m going to report her to the education bureau and make sure she never gets the chance to go to college!” Looking at them, I sighed helplessly. I had no desire to argue with them here. So without thinking further, I shouldered my backpack and prepared to leave. “You made Scylla cry at her coming-of-age ceremony, and now you’re just going to leave, is that it?” “You ungrateful child! I should have strangled you when I gave birth to you! Today I’m definitely going to teach you a lesson!” Mom aggressively chased after me and forcefully yanked my bag. My bag immediately tore open, and everything inside scattered across the floor. The paternity test report was mixed among these items. She frowned, bent down, and picked it up. She saw the black text on the white paper, with the phrase “supports the existence of a parent-child relationship between Wendy and Amelia” particularly prominent. Mom’s face was filled with shock and disbelief as she shouted: “You can’t possibly be my daughter!” As soon as she finished speaking, she lunged at me like a madwoman.

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My kindergarten-aged daughter, Mia Miller, has learned to lie. When Teacher Ethan came for a home visit, my daughter clung to his legs crying, loudly claiming she was a victim of domestic violence, that two of her fingers were broken, and she couldn’t do her homework. Teacher Ethan called the police. I was immediately taken away by officers, and as a result, I lost my job. When I returned home, before I could even scold my daughter, I discovered she had secretly recorded my conversation with Teacher Ethan and shared it in our family group chat. “When Dad’s not home, Teacher Ethan comes to see Mom every day, and when Mom’s in a good mood, she doesn’t hit me.” Andrew Miller, who suddenly burst through the door to catch me in the act, violently kicked my leg with such force that it shattered beneath me. I tearfully explained to Andrew that our daughter was lying, but she just tilted her head innocently. “Mom, I’m just a little kid. I say what I see, and kids don’t lie.” Andrew filed for divorce. In court, I desperately fought for custody of my daughter, but she knelt on the floor crying, begging her father to take her away. “Mia doesn’t want to show photos without clothes to strange men anymore. I’m afraid Mom will hit me. If I tell the truth, will you protect me?” The court publicly revealed the contents of my phone, showing various apps and channels I’d used to make money by sharing photos of my daughter in white stockings and childish yet inappropriately provocative outfits. In the end, I was beaten to death by a group of extreme child protection advocates and mothers who pinned me to the ground and stepped on my neck until I suffocated. I never understood why my daughter, who I had raised with such care, would do this to me. Everything went black, and then when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my daughter accused me of beating her. … 1 “Teacher Ethan, I finished my homework. But last night, my dog Yellow ate it, so I can’t give it to you now,” my daughter said, hugging Teacher Ethan’s leg with a sincere expression. Teacher Ethan looked uncomfortable and turned to me, seeking confirmation about whether Mia was telling the truth. “Ms. Shaw, is what she’s saying true…?” Looking at my daughter’s innocent smile, a chill suddenly ran through my heart as I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, when Mia used the same flimsy excuse to lie to Teacher Ethan, I patiently guided her. “If you haven’t finished your homework, you should bravely admit your mistake. I’ll help you complete it. However, lying is very wrong, and you should apologize to Teacher Ethan.” Unexpectedly, before Teacher Ethan could scold her, my daughter sat down on the floor and cried bitterly. “Teacher Ethan, I really can’t do my homework. My mom comes home drunk every day and abuses me. She just broke two of my fingers, so I can’t hold a pen. Please don’t blame me, Teacher Ethan.” Teacher Ethan quickly took Mia into his arms and, after careful examination, found that two of Mia’s fingers indeed had purple bruises. Without hesitation, he called the police. I desperately explained to the police that my daughter had accidentally injured her fingers while playing on a slide yesterday. Only after retrieving the community surveillance footage did they believe me. However, the incident still reached my workplace, damaging my reputation and causing me to lose my well-paying job with a salary of nearly one million yuan. I couldn’t understand why my usually obedient and sensible daughter would make up such a lie just to avoid doing homework. I dragged my exhausted body home. Before I could discipline my daughter, Andrew, who had rushed back to catch me cheating, kicked me so hard he broke my leg. “You worthless woman! I’m working myself to death to support you two, and you dare have an affair behind my back?” I was bewildered as Andrew held my head down and beat me. Only when I saw the photos my daughter had posted on Facebook did I understand what had happened. [Great! Teacher Ethan came to see Mom again! Mom is always in a good mood when Teacher Ethan visits. Mom’s happy today, so she definitely won’t hit me. I wonder if Teacher Ethan will sleep at our house again today…] I looked at my daughter in disbelief, desperately trying to explain to Andrew that she was lying. My daughter just looked at Andrew innocently. “Daddy, I don’t know what lying means. I just say what I see.” Andrew completely lost his mind and punched me hard in the face several times. “She’s only four and a half years old. How could she possibly lie? You don’t deserve to be a mother. You’re even using your own daughter as an excuse for your affair!” The violent assault left me with permanent physical disabilities, and afterward, Andrew filed for divorce. In court, concerned that my daughter’s lying would only get worse, I fought for custody, wanting to keep her with me to properly guide her. However, she knelt on the floor, crying and begging her father to take her away. “I don’t want to wear those strange clothes for disgusting uncles anymore. I want to go with Daddy so I can study properly. I don’t want Mom to hit me anymore. Please save me.” I stood there stunned, not yet understanding what my daughter had said, when Mrs. Beatrice suddenly rushed forward, grabbed my phone, and handed it to the judge. It was full of provocative, deliberately posed photos of my daughter wearing white socks and black stockings, along with numerous ambiguous transactions with special meanings. “Stella Shaw! Mia is your own daughter! You’d do anything for money. She’s not even five years old, and you’ve already ruined her like this!” Before I could get a second hearing, I was cornered in the hospital by a group of mothers and extreme child rights advocates who strangled me until I suffocated. As I was dying, I only saw my daughter nestled in Andrew’s arms, displaying an extremely cunning smile. Until my death, I never understood why my once obedient daughter, who used to eagerly help me with housework and was a model student, would lie repeatedly to destroy me. Now that I’ve been reborn, I wonder if making different choices could prevent everything that happened in my previous life.

2 I could see the confusion in Teacher Ethan’s eyes as he managed to force a smile. “I’m not sure if the dog ate her homework, but Mia hasn’t been feeling well lately. Would you mind postponing the assignment-related matters, Teacher Ethan?” Teacher Ethan nodded without pressing further. I looked at my daughter and found her smiling sweetly at me, without any trace of that sinister aura from my previous life. I felt oddly relieved. Perhaps she was just being playful. In my previous life, I had been too strict with her studies, pushing her too hard, which might have caused her transformation. She’s just a child after all. With proper communication, small issues like lying should be easy to correct. I stood up and led my daughter to see Teacher Ethan out. But the moment I opened the door, I was absolutely dumbfounded. Andrew suddenly punched Teacher Ethan in the face and viciously kicked him back into the house. “How dare you have an affair in my home! I’ll beat you to death, you pretty boy! If my daughter hadn’t told me the truth, I would’ve been made a fool of for the rest of my life!” I stood frozen, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I had already fulfilled my daughter’s requests, so why was she still lying? In our family WhatsApp group, the exact same messages from my previous life appeared, with my daughter’s tone sounding even more pitiful than before. “Mom wants me to call Teacher Ethan ‘Dad.’ I don’t want to, but she’ll hit me if I don’t. What should I do?” Seeing Andrew return, my daughter rushed to him, sobbing. “Daddy, you’re finally back. Mom and Teacher Ethan were hitting me together. I thought I’d never see you again.” Teacher Ethan, dazed from Andrew’s sudden punch, looked at my daughter in shock. “Mia, Teacher Ethan came for a home visit today to check your homework progress. How can you lie like this?” My daughter continued crying. “But why does Teacher Ethan only visit our home? I’m really scared…” Andrew lost all rationality in his anger. “My daughter is only four and a half. She doesn’t lie. You two have an inappropriate relationship and are doing immoral things, then blaming it on Mia. I’m going to teach you both a lesson today!” Seeing Andrew about to throw another punch, I quickly stepped between them. “We can check if Teacher Ethan comes here often by reviewing the security footage from our doorway! That will show whether Mia is telling the truth!” I frowned at Mia, deliberately slowing my speech. “Mia, sweetheart, if you admit now that you just lied, Mommy can forgive you. If you apologize properly, I’ll act like this never happened, okay?” Perhaps sensing my confidence, Andrew looked at our daughter questioningly. “Mia, just tell us the truth. If your mom really hit you, Daddy will definitely make things right.” Though he hadn’t spoken yet, Teacher Ethan finally replied with his usual good nature. “Mia, did you perhaps mix up the timing? Teacher Ethan only conducts home visits occasionally, maybe once a week at most.” My daughter pressed her lips together, crying for a long while, seemingly distressed, before slowly raising her head to look at Andrew. “Daddy, don’t check the security footage. There’s nothing to find.” I let out a long sigh, feeling somewhat relieved as I looked at my daughter. I thought she might just be mischievous, not beyond redemption. With strict guidance and discipline going forward, she could still be set on the right path. But in the next moment, my daughter helplessly shook her head. “Teacher Ethan stays here for a long time every visit. The security footage won’t show anything. But I can testify that Mia isn’t lying.” It felt like someone had struck my brain with a sledgehammer. Andrew’s previously smiling face instantly darkened. “Well, well! You two were just trying to intimidate our daughter into lying. How can you call yourself a mother? How much suffering has Mia endured with you?” Andrew walked straight to the storage room and grabbed a golf club, intending to teach Teacher Ethan and me a lesson. My daughter trembled inexplicably nearby. “Mom often hits my head with this. It hurts so much, she almost kills me every time…” I stared blankly at the club, which was covered in dust, clearly unused for a long time. But Andrew had lost all capacity for rational thought and swung the club toward Teacher Ethan and me. Just as my head was about to be smashed, I quickly grabbed a chair to block the blow while desperately shouting: “Stop! I have witnesses who can prove Mia is lying!”

3 Andrew’s hand gripping the baseball bat was shaking violently, yet he didn’t immediately swing it down for a second strike. “I go to work every day at nine in the morning and finish at five in the afternoon. Mrs. Beatrice downstairs sees it all. If you don’t believe me, surely you believe your mother? Ask her if I’ve ever hit Mia, and you’ll know the truth.” Andrew’s face darkened. He remained silent before finally nodding in reluctant acknowledgment. Mia, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, suddenly and inexplicably raised her wrist to check her watch, then shook her head as she looked at Andrew. “Daddy, it’s very late today. Mia wants to sleep. Can you please not go?” The child’s guilt was so obvious that even Andrew noticed something was off. Without waiting for anyone else to speak, I picked up Mia and headed downstairs to Mrs. Beatrice’s place. Fortunately, years ago, we had bought her an apartment on the first floor to better care for her health. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have a willing witness to tell the truth now. Today, I was determined to correct my daughter’s bad habit of lying. I couldn’t let it go unchecked as I had in the past. I knocked on Mrs. Beatrice’s door without hesitation. “Mom, your son says I’ve been seeing other men and that I frequently beat Mia. Please help us settle this.” Mrs. Beatrice has been very good to me over the years—helping with laundry, cooking, and taking care of the child. I’ve kept all her kindness in my heart and treated her like my own mother. I didn’t need her to embellish anything for me. I just needed her to tell the truth and confirm that Mia was lying today. Mrs. Beatrice held my daughter in her arms, eyeing us warily. “My daughter-in-law does indeed go to work on time every day. And I certainly haven’t seen her bringing men home.” I secretly sighed in relief and was about to confront Andrew when Mrs. Beatrice’s expression suddenly changed, and she began to cry softly. “Alas… what a misfortune for our family… How unlucky Mia is to have you as a mother. I… my son… may I tell you the truth?” I stood there stunned, not understanding what Mrs. Beatrice was doing. She wiped her tears, sobbing with snot and tears streaming down her face. “Every time after Mia gets beaten, she comes to me and cries for a long time. I truly feel heartbroken for my granddaughter. But I was afraid you two would divorce, so I never dared to mention this to you. This is my fault… I’ve let Mia suffer.” I stood there dumbfounded, feeling as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. “Mom… what nonsense are you talking about? Why are you slandering me in front of Andrew!” Mrs. Beatrice looked even more furious than I was. She gritted her teeth and snatched my phone from my hand. “Then explain this! Where did all these photos in your phone come from?” Mrs. Beatrice held up my phone, the screen filled with photos of my daughter. In the pictures, she was wearing overly revealing clothes, tears in the corners of her eyes, yet forcing a smile. I felt as if someone had struck me hard with a bat. I stared at the phone in shock, my head buzzing. In my previous life, strange photos of my daughter had mysteriously appeared on my phone, along with contact information for various men. I was wrongfully accused because of this and died tragically. After being reborn, I immediately deleted all suspicious apps and photos, leaving no trace behind. These photos absolutely could not have reappeared on my phone! But I truly couldn’t understand why the photos I had just deleted were now back again. And besides me, no one else had touched this phone. I tried to grab the phone to see clearly, but Andrew kicked me to the ground first. “You disgust me! Mia is so young, and you’re her mother! How could you make her take such photos to earn money for you? You don’t deserve to be human!” “Today, even if I go to prison for it, I’m going to deal with you once and for all. If I don’t get rid of you, I’d be failing Mia!” I clutched my stomach, appearing to be in extreme pain. “Mia… why are you lying? Who took these photos of you…” Andrew kicked me, causing me to cough up blood, while Mrs. Beatrice added fuel to the fire. “I’ve only wanted to give Mia a happy home, which is why I’ve tolerated you until now. But you beat her mercilessly and torture her daily, making her take those kinds of photos. The things Mia has told us couldn’t possibly be made up, could they?” My daughter stood in the corner, a strange smile on her lips, completely unlike what a kindergartener should look like. “Daddy, if Mom dies, will there be no one to bully me anymore? Will I not have to take those weird photos and can focus on my studies? Is that right?” Mia’s voice was soft and sweet, yet it sent chills down my spine. Andrew was furious. He turned his gaze toward the iron stool on the floor, his eyes becoming both numb and cruel. I backed away step by step, knowing I had nowhere to hide. I lunged for my phone with all my strength, just wanting to understand what had happened in the final moments of my life. When I saw it in my hands, I was too shocked to speak. In that instant, the reason behind all my daughter’s bizarre behavior and lies finally became clear. So that’s it! The truth had been right in front of me all along…

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On my wedding day, Hannah Harper gave me a lottery ticket she had casually bought on the street as a wedding gift. I initially thought Hannah was joking with me, but when I looked up, I met her eyes filled with disgust. As the saying goes, “It’s the thought that counts,” my gift was merely an expression of my goodwill. Besides, I’m pregnant now and need money for various expenses. I’m giving you money—how could you possibly accept it? I instinctively felt a chill in my heart, but since it was my wedding day, I had no choice but to watch helplessly as Hannah and her entire family went to enjoy the wedding banquet. After the wedding, we parted on unpleasant terms. What I didn’t expect was that later that night, I discovered the lottery ticket I had purchased had won the jackpot of fifty million! I excitedly told my husband, James Campbell, and went to claim the prize early the next morning. The news spread quickly around our neighborhood, and by that afternoon, Hannah was pounding on my door. She was completely frenzied, approaching me and demanding the lottery ticket. “I should be the winner! I bought that ticket! You stole my good fortune!” I kept backing away. In my extreme panic, I didn’t notice she was holding a knife. Even more unexpectedly, during our argument, she lunged at me with the knife. By the time I reacted, the blade had already pierced James’s chest. I tried to call the police, but Hannah grabbed me. During our struggle, we crashed through the floor-to-ceiling window, and both plummeted to our deaths on the concrete below. Fortunately, heaven showed mercy and gave me a chance to start my life over. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when Hannah was giving me the lottery ticket. My hand froze in midair, and then Hannah forcefully slapped it down. A sharp pain shot through the back of my hand, instantly bringing me to my senses as I realized I had been reborn at my wedding venue. I watched as Hannah glared at me fiercely, then put the lottery ticket she had intended to give me back into her own pocket. Throughout this process, she checked multiple times to ensure the ticket was intact. “Hannah, what are you trying to do?” “Wasn’t this meant for me?” As soon as I finished speaking, Hannah suddenly flew into a rage. “For you? Who said this was for you?” “This is mine! I bought it for myself!” “Who do you think you are? Someone important enough to deserve my things? Don’t be ridiculous!” I quickly glanced at the numbers—indeed, they were identical to the ticket Hannah had given me in my previous life. What she didn’t know was that this ticket wouldn’t win anything. In my previous life, I won fifty million because I had also purchased a lottery ticket myself. In fact, it was my ticket that had won the prize. The previously lively scene instantly fell silent after Hannah’s outburst. Many eyes focused on Hannah and me. Our mutual acquaintances stepped forward to intervene, asking, “What’s going on?” “Why are you suddenly arguing?” Harper, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn’t contain herself and remarked sarcastically: “It’s Luna’s wedding day. Giving her a lottery ticket as a gift is one thing…” “But demanding it back? That’s truly shameless!” In an instant, Hannah’s emotions completely erupted. She widened her eyes and shoved Harper. “What do you know? What do you know?” “This ticket was supposed to be mine!” Hannah’s behavior was so frantic that everyone around backed away in fear. At that moment, I became certain she had also experienced rebirth. In my previous life, at this same moment, she had given me the lottery ticket as a gift. “I bought this lottery ticket especially for you today.” “You must keep it safe.” After saying this, she had placed the ticket directly into my hand. Though the gift wasn’t expensive, it expressed deep friendship—you should accept it quickly. This is my sincere gesture. Also, I’m due to give birth in a little over six months. You’re my child’s godmother, so you should prepare plenty of gifts. At first, I didn’t immediately understand, thinking she was joking with me. After all, we had known each other for over twenty years. When she got married, I had been busy helping with everything. The wedding dress she wore, the diamond ring on her finger, even the purse she carried—I had bought them all for her. Back then, she promised me that when I got married, no matter how busy she was, she would be my bridesmaid. So when James and I set our wedding date, I immediately informed her. But to my surprise, she refused. “I’m pregnant, so I can’t be a bridesmaid.” “Bridesmaids do dirty and exhausting work. How could you bear to see a pregnant woman like me doing such things?” Though I felt a pang of disappointment, I tried to be understanding. After all, bridesmaids truly do have a tiring job on the wedding day. “Luna, why are you ignoring me?” “I’m talking to you. Can’t you hear me?” Hannah’s shrill voice kept ringing in my ears. Remembering how I had died because of her in my previous life, I unconsciously clenched my fists. “Since Harper has completely turned against me, I’ll just say it directly!” “From today on, I have no relationship with Luna!” “She can struggle along her difficult path, while I enjoy my easy journey!” As Hannah spoke, she held onto someone’s arm for support and stood on a chair. “Everyone listen up!” “If you take back your wedding gifts from Luna, I’ll immediately reward you with 5,000 yuan in cash!” Everyone looked at each other, then stared at her as if she were insane. But she wasn’t angry. She simply called Oliver Turner and told him to withdraw all their savings from home. After doing this, she flashed a smug grin at me. Luna, don’t blame me for being too harsh. You only have yourself to blame for obtaining money that wasn’t rightfully yours!

2 She almost spat those words through gritted teeth. Everyone sensed the strange atmosphere and tried to pull Hannah aside. But they only made a superficial effort, as they were also curious to see the drama unfold. At this moment, there were still 15 minutes before my wedding ceremony officially began. Everyone started talking at once, surrounding the two of us. “Today is Luna’s wedding day. Can’t whatever this is wait until after the ceremony?” Hannah tilted her head back and said, “I’ll say it again—if you all completely cut ties with Luna right now, I’ll reward each of you with five thousand dollars!” Just as she finished speaking, Oliver came rushing over, panting and carrying a large black bag. “Put it down!” Following Hannah’s command, Oliver set the bag down with a grunt, then gently unzipped it. “Honey, our two hundred thousand in savings—it’s all here.” Everyone present froze at the sight of the bag filled with red banknotes. Harper drew in a sharp breath, and when she spoke again, her voice carried a hint of flattery. “Hannah, you’re really serious about this?” Hannah smiled contemptuously and said, “Of course I’m serious. When have I ever lied? Besides, I’m even wealthier than you imagine!” Before the bag of money appeared, her words would have been dismissed as absurd. But now, everything was different—the money was right there in front of them. Harper was someone who always knew which way the wind was blowing. Her eyes shifted, and she immediately extended her hand toward me. “Luna, I wish you a happy marriage. I just gave you 200 dollars as a wedding gift. Please return it to me now.” I was about to speak when Hannah, standing nearby, pulled out 5,000 dollars and handed it to Harper. “The offer’s on the table now—first come, first served!” Realizing Hannah was serious, everyone gathered around to ask for their wedding gifts back. Some of them were even my relatives. “Luna dear, I understand this might upset you. But who can resist the temptation of money? Five thousand dollars! I only make a pittance cleaning houses each month.” After saying this, she immediately turned her head and shouted, “Me! Me! I’m cutting ties with my niece right now! Can you give me a little extra?” The already sparse number of guests in the hall had now all gathered around Hannah. Within minutes, the once bulging bag was completely emptied. While everyone was engrossed in counting their money, Hannah approached me on tiptoe. My eyes were filled with confusion as she called over the manager of the banquet hall. Hannah pointed at the already-decorated banquet hall and asked, “How much would it cost to book this hall right now?” The manager looked uncomfortable, glancing at me before turning back to Hannah. “Miss, I’m afraid that’s not possible. This hall has already been booked by this lady…” “Whatever she paid, I’ll pay double!” The manager hesitated slightly, then spoke again. “You see, Miss, we have regulations that don’t allow—” “Triple!” The manager’s resistance was visibly weakening. “Quadruple! No—I’ll pay five times the price to book this hall.” At this point, the manager could barely maintain his composure. Without even consulting me, he agreed immediately. “Yes! Yes! I’ll go change the decorations right away.” Throughout this entire exchange, he treated me as if I were invisible. “No need to change anything. Just remove those two wedding photos of them from center stage. Keep everything else exactly as it is.” After saying this, Hannah raised her eyebrows at me challengingly. The manager, showing his keen perception, pulled me aside and said, “Ma’am, you’ve witnessed what just happened. I… I’m truly sorry, but our banquet hall’s primary purpose is to generate profit. We will, of course, compensate you for the breach of contract!”

3 I smiled slightly and said, “Among all these opportunistic people, at least you have some manners.” My direct provocation made the manager’s face turn sour. He coldly snorted, then ordered two waiters to throw out my wedding photos. I didn’t catch them, and the photos fell straight to the ground. Just as I was about to pick them up, Hannah’s foot stepped on my face in the photo. I looked up and met her contemptuous gaze. Back when your situation was better than mine, you always looked down on me. “Now it’s my turn.” God is so good, finally showing his power by making me rich! I held back my anger and said, “When did I ever look down on you? I never looked down on you!” “You dare say you didn’t? When I got married, you gave me a diamond ring in front of all my friends. Wasn’t that just to show off your wealth?” As she spoke, she twisted her foot on my photo several more times. I couldn’t help but laugh. So she had hated me since then. No wonder after she got married, she gradually reduced contact with me. And I, like a fool, kept caring about her. The reason I bought her a diamond ring then was because she told me she liked it but couldn’t afford it. She didn’t know that to buy that ring she liked, I worked overtime at my company for a month, and eventually even used my personal savings to afford it. I’ve been an orphan since childhood, growing up on food given by many families around me. Since meeting Hannah, I’ve treated her as my family. Now I see this was just my one-sided thinking. Fortunately, I’ve woken up in time. This photo is already blurred beyond recognition, and I don’t want it anymore. I slowly stood up straight, “Hannah, just don’t regret it.” Initially, I paid $50,000 to book this banquet hall, while she offered 5 times my price, which is $250,000. “Me, regret? Luna, your vision is limited. When you find out how much money I have, I believe you’ll be on your knees begging to reconcile with me.” Just as she finished speaking, James walked out of the makeup room. Originally, James and I were supposed to greet the guests together. But when Hannah arrived, she “accidentally” spilled her drink on James. So for the past half day, he had been working with the makeup artist to change clothes. “What’s going on? Hannah? What are you doing?” As soon as he came out, he saw our wedding photos thrown out. When he tried to pick them up, he was restrained by two security guards. “Hannah, what are you doing?” I was trembling with anger, but immediately, I was also restrained by security. “This is my banquet hall now, and you’re not welcome. Of course, you’re not qualified either. So I’ve called people to escort you out!” After saying this, she impatiently waved her hand at us. Then, the security guards grabbed me and James by the neck and pushed us outside. Hannah walked out supporting her slightly bulging belly, holding a piece of paper. Then, with an arrogant posture, she had the manager paste it on the glass door. “You two and this dog are not allowed to enter here!” James was furious and wanted to confront her, but I held him back. Seeing this, Hannah chuckled, “That’s right, Luna. You need to understand your current position.” “You and I are no longer in the same social class.” “From now on, remember to bow when you see me. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll be jealous of my wealth!” Many people around her joined in, flattering her shamelessly. “Hannah, I always knew you were destined for fortune even back in school. Looks like I was right!” Vivian gently linked arms with her and said in a sarcastic tone, “Hannah, I’ve always disliked Luna.” “If I hadn’t heard you were coming, I wouldn’t have bothered attending her wedding at all!” What was even more ridiculous was that my Aunt Lily was among the crowd, saying flattering, praising words to Hannah. “Hannah, do you remember me? When you were little, I didn’t let you play with Luna because I always felt she had no future prospects and might even affect your financial fortune!” Amid their atmosphere of flattery, Hannah was escorted away. After everyone had left, James asked with dissatisfaction, “What’s going on with Hannah? What exactly happened?” I sighed deeply and tried my best to explain the situation to James. Though his face was full of surprise, he believed what I told him. I patted his shoulder lightly and said, “Let’s have a destination wedding instead, without having to deal with these people.” He stroked my face with a look of sympathy and said, “Okay.” In the car on our way home, though I was uncomfortable in my wedding dress, at least I had seen these people’s true colors today, so it wasn’t a complete loss. Before we even reached home, my phone kept ringing non-stop. When I checked, they were all photos sent by those classmates. “Thanks to Hannah, or we wouldn’t have gotten to eat king crab.” “Luna, we should thank you! If you hadn’t organized this gathering, we wouldn’t have enjoyed so much seafood!” I calmly turned off my phone, knowing full well that Hannah was overspending. In the afternoon, Hannah took them directly to a jewelry store and bought herself numerous luxury items. Shopping at the mall as a group, they must have spent no less than a million. For her to spend such a large amount, she clearly believed she would win the 50 million. What she probably didn’t know was that I still had a lottery ticket in my possession. As the drawing time approached, I increasingly looked forward to her reaction when she discovered she hadn’t won. However, just as I was wondering where she had gotten so much money, a friend who worked at a real estate agency contacted me. “Look at this, is this Hannah’s house? She’s willing to sell it for less than half the market price!” “Has your Hannah struck it rich?” I laughed coldly, “Maybe.” It turned out that to have confidence in front of her classmates, she had sold her car and her house. She had liquidated everything at home that could be converted into cash. She had even given all this money away to others as if she were doing charity. Late at night, while I was packing to leave, I received another call from Hannah. With a playful tone, she asked, “Do you know where I’m staying right now? Have you ever stayed in a luxury presidential suite in your life?” “Luna, let me tell you, after tonight, there will be an unbridgeable gap between you and me.” “Tomorrow, I’ll be a millionaire.” “Fifty million! Something you’ll never have in your lifetime!” I felt extremely irritated after hearing her voice, so I hung up immediately. Early the next morning, I specifically asked James to leave earlier. Just as we were about to leave the province, Hannah’s urgent call came again. As soon as I answered, her roaring voice came through from the other end. “Luna, what did you do?” “Where’s my fifty million? Where’s my money?!” “Why! Why in this life am I still without money!”

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After the fire, I no longer stopped Jason Johnson from saving Cecilia Johnson. I could only watch helplessly as my Jason rushed into the flames, only to be swallowed by the blaze. In my previous life, on the day of my wedding with Jason, a fire suddenly broke out at the hotel. Jason and I managed to escape in time, but Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him, was trapped inside. The fire was too intense, and as Jason was about to rush into the burning building to save her, I did everything I could to stop him. Eventually, the fire was successfully extinguished, but nothing remained of Cecilia, not even her bones. Jason said he didn’t blame me, but on our third wedding anniversary, he bought two diving tickets for me and our son. One hundred meters underwater, his face contorted with rage as he pulled out our oxygen tubes. “You prevented me from saving Cecilia back then, so you should pay with your own life.” I cried that our son was innocent, but he turned and left without looking back. My son and I died from suffocation, and only after death did I learn the truth. My Jason had been deeply in love with Cecilia, despite their lack of blood relation. He harbored hatred toward me for stopping him from saving her, believing I had caused him to lose the person he truly loved. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the fire. 1 I was awakened by thick smoke, immediately realizing I had been reborn. I frantically searched for Jason and found him trying to rush in to rescue Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him. “Jason.” I called his name. He glanced at me with displeasure while continuing his attempts to break down the door. “Don’t try to stop me. Even though Cecilia and I aren’t related by blood, she calls me Uncle, so I must look after her!” “If you want to leave, then go, but I’m not leaving! If you’re not going to help, don’t get in my way!” In this life, instead of stopping him, I promptly responded: “Fine.” Jason’s face instantly showed shock. His body froze momentarily before he quickly regained his composure and continued forcing the door open. Without further hesitation, I rushed out immediately. Half an hour later, Jason emerged from the burning building carrying Cecilia. I keenly noticed his limping gait and the blood-soaked left knee of his pants. He didn’t even glance at me before boarding the ambulance with Cecilia. In my previous life, a fire suddenly broke out at the hotel on my wedding day with Jason. The flames were fierce, yet Jason was determined to rush into the fire to save Cecilia. I tried repeatedly to stop him, and eventually succeeded. Cecilia ultimately perished in the fire. Jason harbored intense hatred toward me, which extended to the child I bore him. On our third wedding anniversary, which was also the third anniversary of Cecilia’s death, he tricked me and our son into going diving, then secretly removed our oxygen tubes. I begged him desperately to spare our son, offering my own life in exchange. However, he merely watched coldly as we both suffocated to death. It was on that day I discovered he had always secretly loved Cecilia, despite their lack of blood relation. In this life, when I saw him willing to risk his own safety to rush into danger to save her, I chose to let him go. That same day, I submitted a volunteer teaching application to my school. Harold’s voice revealed his surprise: “Isabel Lincoln, you just got married, and the teaching commitment is at least three years. Are you sure about this?” Without any hesitation, I replied: “Absolutely! I’ll report to the new school in seven days!” In this life, I was determined to leave this place and let the two of them have their wish.

2 My injuries were minor, and the wounds were quickly treated. Cecilia had not yet regained consciousness, and Jason, completely disregarding his own injuries, insisted on personally staying by her side to care for her. Even the doctor couldn’t bear to watch and asked me, as his fiancée, to talk some sense into him. I looked at his knee and noticed it had stopped bleeding, but his knees were bent at completely different angles. The injured side seemed dislocated. “Your leg injury is serious. Why don’t you see a doctor first, and I’ll stay here to watch over Cecilia,” I suggested. He glared at me and said impatiently: “I’m a grown man. This little injury is nothing. Besides, if she wakes up and doesn’t see me, she’ll start crying again!” I couldn’t help but marvel at this. Cecilia was already twenty years old, no longer a little girl in the crying phase. She liked to stick close to Jason, constantly calling him “Uncle Jason” all day long. Even after Jason and I had married, she showed no sense of boundaries, and often deliberately tried to drive a wedge between us. We had argued about this many times, and each time Jason would say I was narrow-minded, making too much of an issue with a young girl. He accused me of having a dirty mind, slandering the pure “uncle-niece” relationship between him and Cecilia. He claimed that he had watched Cecilia grow up, and she was just used to depending on him. Thinking of all this, I stopped trying to persuade him to get his injured leg examined. Jason looked at me with a hint of impatience and said in an unfriendly tone: “Your wound has been treated, so why are you still standing here? Hurry back and make some porridge for Cecilia. She’ll definitely be hungry when she wakes up! Make her favorite clam porridge, remember to add green onions, and go easy on the salt—she has wounds, so the flavor can’t be too strong.” I looked at him helplessly: “You order something instead. I’m injured, tired, and don’t want to run around anymore.” Jason frowned and was about to say something when Cecilia lying on the hospital bed woke up. She weakly called out “Uncle Jason,” and he immediately limped to her side. “Cecilia, you’re finally awake! Do you know how scared Uncle Jason was? You’ve been with me since you were seven, and I’ve put so much effort into raising you into a young lady! If anything had really happened to you today, how could Uncle Jason go on living!” Cecilia’s eyes reddened as she lay in the hospital bed. “Uncle Jason, don’t cry anymore. How could Cecilia bear to leave you? Cecilia vowed on her eighteenth birthday that she would always stay by Uncle Jason’s side! Uncle Jason, even though you never understand what Cecilia is thinking, you just need to know that Cecilia won’t leave you!” Jason quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “I understand, I understand everything! It’s just that in this life… But Cecilia, don’t worry. Uncle Jason will never abandon you, no matter who tries to stop me!” As he said this, he glanced at me briefly, then continued in a stern voice: “Isabel, hurry home and make porridge for Cecilia! Why can’t you be as sensible as Cecilia and give me some peace of mind?” “Uncle Jason!” Cecilia called out in a coquettish tone, then gently covered Jason’s mouth with her hand. “Uncle Jason shouldn’t talk to Aunt Isabel like that. If Aunt Isabel doesn’t want to make porridge for Cecilia, then forget it. It doesn’t matter if Cecilia goes hungry. I just hope Uncle Jason and Aunt Isabel won’t argue because of me anymore!” Jason couldn’t stand to see her teary-eyed, pitiful expression. His face immediately darkened, and he shouted at me furiously: “Isabel, can’t you understand what I’m saying? I’m telling you clearly, if you don’t make this porridge today, then we might as well not have our wedding ceremony next week! This is the wedding you’ve been dreaming about for five years. You really need to think carefully about this!” In my previous life, I would have given in to him after such a threat. But now, I just looked at him calmly and said in a flat tone: “Fine, then let’s not have it.”

3 After returning home, I organized all my belongings and mailed them to the address of the volunteer teaching school. When Jason came back, he frowned at the noticeably emptier marital home and asked, “Why is there so much less stuff here?” I disagreed with his assessment and replied, “Oh, I donated them to the mountain areas.” “You donated them? Those were all newly purchased when we decorated our home, and Cecilia personally selected them with great care!” As he said this, his expression turned displeased, but considering he wanted to save my face, he softened his expression and said, “Fine, you’re the lady of this house. We’ll do as you say.” After that, Jason walked into the kitchen. He had come back this time to make porridge for Cecilia. An hour later, Jason limped out of the kitchen with his injured leg, his lips curved upward in a smile. “Look, I made an extra bowl for you. I shouldn’t have lost my temper at you in front of Cecilia today. I was just too worried because Cecilia was hurt. Don’t hold it against me.” I understood this was his signal for reconciliation. This was his usual approach—first delivering a blow, then offering a small kindness. The sad thing is, in my previous life, I was controlled by these cheap tactics. Seeing that I wasn’t drinking, he moved closer to me with a smile and said, “If you’re not drinking, are you waiting for me to feed you? You’re not still angry with me, are you?” I avoided his deliberate intimacy. Jason’s way of coaxing was both sleazy and repulsive. This time, seeing that I didn’t accept his goodwill as usual, he looked somewhat embarrassed and lost his temper again. “Isabel, when will you stop this? Are you still suspecting that Cecilia and I have something going on?” “I’ve explained to you many times that I only have an uncle-niece relationship with Cecilia! On her coming-of-age ceremony, she said those inappropriate things because she was drunk!” “And you were there that day—you saw with your own eyes how I clearly rejected her confession and gave her a stern lecture!” “Cecilia is just a child who inevitably makes mistakes. But as long as she recognizes her errors and corrects them, that’s good enough. Should we forever nail her to a pillar of shame for violating ethics just because she momentarily developed inappropriate feelings for me?” “Isabel, I’m not one to preach, but people should be forgiving. Forgive others when you can. Besides, Cecilia has already corrected her mistake. Look, she even personally designed our wedding invitations!” I lowered my head and gave a cold laugh. He actually had the nerve to bring this up. Cecilia was studying art and design. Initially, she had volunteered to design invitations for Jason and me. However, in her original draft, she used an intimate photo of herself with Jason, even Photoshopping herself into a wedding dress and writing her own name as the bride. When I confronted Jason with the invitation, he dismissed it carelessly, saying, “This is just a sample. When it’s printed, the photo will definitely be replaced with our wedding photo, and the bride’s name will be changed to yours.” “Cecilia was just trying to help. She probably used her own photo and name for convenience.” Since the wedding was approaching, I let it go. However, I had overlooked the expression of contentment and happiness on Jason’s face when he looked at that invitation. Recalling all this, my heart suddenly contracted painfully. It seemed he had long harbored inappropriate feelings for Cecilia, who had no blood relation to him. But none of this mattered anymore—I was about to leave anyway. Jason pushed the plate in front of me, his face showing slight displeasure, and said: “Isabel, why have you become so inconsiderate? Do you really not want to have our wedding ceremony? This is the wedding you’ve been dreaming about for five years.” “Do you really want to push me toward Cecilia and make those non-existent things you mentioned become reality?” “Be a good girl and finish your porridge, will you? Hmm?” I made some excuses, not wanting to argue with him further to avoid unnecessary trouble at this moment. I knew Jason was using the wedding as leverage to coerce me into compromising with him. In the past, he often threatened me this way, but this time, I wouldn’t give in. However, I didn’t show these thoughts on my face, only telling him I would drink the porridge once it cooled down. Seeing me compromise once again, Jason looked satisfied and then left. He walked into Cecilia’s room. Through the crack in the door, I heard him talking with Cecilia on the phone. “I only found the white lace one and the pink tulle one, but not the black silk set you mentioned.” “Is it in the bottom drawer? Ah, I found it! But when did you buy this black set? I had no idea about it.” Giggles came from the other end of the phone while Jason carefully held the black silk lingerie in his hands, bringing it to his nose for a sniff, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Standing at the doorway, I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach. Jason heard a noise and came out, looking at me with slight awkwardness: “Don’t jump to conclusions. Cecilia needs to stay in the hospital for a week, and I’m here to get some clothes for her to change into. She’s allergic to disposable hospital gowns.” Then he handed me a bag from the floor and commanded: “These are Cecilia’s used underwear. Wash them properly. Make sure they’re clean, then hang them on Cecilia’s special drying rack on the balcony!” I frowned and didn’t reach out to take them. Seeing my reluctance, his expression darkened, and he shoved me aside. “Isabel, I’ve been nice enough to you! If you can’t even do this small task, what use are you to me?” “If you won’t wash them, I’ll do it myself. After all, I’ve been washing Cecilia’s underwear since she was born. I’m actually worried your dirty hands might soil Cecilia’s underwear!” Jason took the underwear into the bathroom. When he limped out, he only left with these words: “Cecilia will be discharged in seven days, and I need to stay with her.” “The day she’s discharged happens to be our wedding ceremony day. I’ll come back to pick you up for the wedding venue.” “Stay put at home these few days and don’t cause any trouble! You know very well that with just one word from me, the wedding can be canceled!” I nodded, my eyes following his retreating figure. That day, I saw Cecilia post a photo on Facebook. In the photo, an attractive purple lingerie set was displayed on the pristine hospital bed. “Uncle Jason bought me new underwear again. He says he knows my size perfectly!” I smiled, liked the post, and then took a screenshot of the image. For six consecutive days, she showcased her sweet romance, with only the last day’s content being slightly different: “Uncle Jason’s leg, which was already injured, became permanently disabled because he delayed treatment to save and take care of me. But that’s okay, I’m willing to take care of him for the rest of my life!” During these days, I wasn’t idle. I removed all traces of myself from this home. On the morning of the wedding day, I placed the wedding dress in Cecilia’s room. Then, I sent all the screenshots I had saved on my phone to Jason, and blocked all his contact methods. Finally, I took my suitcase and headed straight to the airport by taxi.

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After the company fire, I placed the only rescue rope I had in my husband Orlando Parker’s hands. He suddenly ripped the smoke mask off my face and turned to put it on his female secretary, Isabella Johnson. Orlando successfully escaped using the rescue rope, and Isabella remained unharmed because she was wearing the mask. Only I passed out from inhaling too much toxic smoke and was struck in the abdomen by a falling pillar, with blood pooling beneath me. When firefighters lifted me onto the ambulance stretcher, Orlando suddenly yanked me down. “Lilith Stewart, why are you lying on a stretcher with such minor injuries? Isabella needs to go to the hospital first. Her condition is serious and requires a complete examination!” The firefighters and doctors were shocked. They looked at me with my dress soaked in blood, and at Isabella who was sobbing over the blisters on her burned hand. Colleagues kindly reminded him, “Mr. Parker, Mrs. Stewart’s injuries are clearly more severe!” Orlando said through gritted teeth, “Enough! I’m Lilith’s husband. Don’t you think I know her condition? If Isabella’s treatment is delayed today, none of you will face the consequences!” I covered my slightly swollen belly with my hand, nodded, and agreed to let Isabella board the ambulance first. Orlando, from now on, neither I nor this unborn child owe you anything anymore. … After I gave in, Orlando let out a cold, knowing snort. “Lilith, I knew you were just pretending to be pitiful! These old tricks to get attention are truly disgusting!” He raised his foot and kicked me hard in the stomach, trying to push me away from the ambulance stretcher so Isabella could lie down on it. My abdomen, already struck by the pillar, now suffered extreme pain once again. I was in such agony that I couldn’t speak. My body convulsed involuntarily as I trembled and curled into a ball. With his back to me, Orlando didn’t hear my cries of pain and mocked, “One kick and you behave yourself. You’re truly pathetic!” I felt blood continuously flowing from my body, my heart shattered as I sank into despair. My unborn child had become nothing but a mess beneath me. The child’s father was carefully and gently helping Isabella lie down on the stretcher. “Isabella, be careful, don’t hurt yourself anymore.” Isabella was crying so bitterly she could barely speak. She held up her burned finger, looking particularly pitiful. “Mr. Parker, my finger feels like it’s about to fall off. I’m so scared! What if I lose my hand? Would you despise me for being disabled?” Orlando’s eyes filled with concern as he pursed his lips and blew gently on her blistered finger. “Let me blow on it. It won’t hurt after I blow on it.” “Silly girl, how could I ever despise you? Don’t worry. I’ll immediately call the best burn specialist in the country to examine you. I promise your beautiful fingers won’t have even the slightest scar!” The firefighter stared in shock, speechless. He pointed at my pale face, reminding Orlando. “Mr. Parker, this lady stayed in the fire scene the longest. She’s the most severely injured victim!” Only then did Orlando cast an indifferent glance at me. He confidently told the firefighter, “Sir, don’t be fooled by this dramatic woman!” “Lilith is my wife, and I know her best. She may look pitiful now, but she’s just pretending! She’s jealous and deliberately acting miserable to get my attention.” The firefighter’s jaw nearly dropped in shock. He couldn’t comprehend how Orlando, my husband, could pull me off the ambulance stretcher only to help another woman lie down on it. After speaking, Orlando roughly yanked me up from the ground, forcing me to turn around to show everyone. “See? She’s perfectly fine!” My entire body was in so much pain that I’d lost all feeling. My face and neck were covered in cold sweat as I let him manipulate me like a puppet. The nurse beside us was stunned, pointing at my blood-soaked dress, stammering, “Can’t you see? Your wife’s dress is covered in blood!” Orlando suddenly laughed and said, “Young nurse, you clearly don’t understand. This is all fake blood that Lilith deliberately applied to act out her drama!” He released his grip, and having already exhausted all my strength, I collapsed directly onto the ground. I let out a cry of pain, but this didn’t evoke the slightest sympathy from Orlando. He touched my dress, his fingertips covered in sticky blood, yet Orlando just laughed. “Lilith, tell us where you bought this fake blood prop. It looks quite realistic.” Because Orlando had taken away the protective mask that should have been mine and given it to Isabella, I had inhaled toxic smoke that had poisoned my throat. Faced with Orlando’s humiliation, I shook my head, unable to say a word. I struggled to crawl away from the stretcher where Isabella was lying. If Isabella wanted to go, then let her go. I wanted to get as far away from these two people as possible. I crawled toward another ambulance using both hands and feet, which were cut and bleeding from the broken stones, leaving trails of blood on the black ground. Behind me, Orlando was still shouting, “Lilith, don’t think that acting so convincingly will help you escape punishment. Today you must apologize to Isabella. Her hand was burned because of you!” In the past, hearing such words would have made my heart ache like it was being twisted by a knife. I would have cried and explained to Orlando, begging him to believe me. But now, I didn’t want to do that anymore. I touched my gradually flattening belly, tears in my eyes, and shook my head. Orlando, this time, neither I nor our child owe you anything anymore.

The doctor from the neighboring vehicle jumped down and saw me crawling on the ground, covered in blood. Her voice trembled with fear. “Have you all gone mad?! There’s someone here with severe injuries—why isn’t anyone helping her?” My entire body felt weak, my limbs powerless as I collapsed heavily onto the ground. Due to excessive blood loss, I could barely hear the sounds around me, and my eyes were about to close. Orlando strode forward, confidently telling the female doctor, “Doctor, there’s no need to worry. She’s perfectly fine. This is all just an act this wretched woman is putting on for my benefit.” The doctor’s eyes widened in disbelief, nearly popping out of her head as she exclaimed, “She’s barely hanging on, and you’re telling me not to help?! I’m a doctor—don’t you think I can tell whether she’s faking or genuinely ill?” Her loud outburst attracted the attention of others nearby, causing them to gather around. Everyone at the Police Department knew I was Orlando’s wife. Being surrounded and stared at by so many people made Orlando, the company CEO, feel humiliated. He kicked me lightly with his foot and said, “Lilith, enough. You’re taking this act too far. Don’t be ungrateful!” “Don’t think that just because you’re my wife, you can defame my company like this. If you continue, I’ll have my lawyers sue you!” Seeing no response from me, Orlando crouched down and pinched my face, forcing me to look up. He commanded, “Lilith, speak up! Tell them the truth!” “Otherwise they’ll think I’m mistreating you!” When Orlando saw my eyes slightly closed, appearing lifeless, he lost his patience and slapped me across the face. On the verge of fainting, I was forcibly awakened by Orlando’s slap. After the stinging pain spread across my face, the first words I heard were: “Talk, Lilith! Say you’re faking it, say you’re naturally despicable and just love putting on a show!” I shook my head, unable to speak. My hand unconsciously touched my stomach. Maternal instinct made me think first of protecting my child in moments of danger. Orlando followed my hand with his eyes, and seeing me still touching my stomach, he snorted coldly, “You’re really committed to this act. Don’t tell me you’re going to claim you’re pregnant?” Hearing him say this, I could no longer control myself as tears rolled down from my reddened eyes. Yes, Orlando, we had a child. But he had already left me just now. Seeing me cry, Orlando rolled his eyes with contempt. “The tears come out so quickly, huh? With acting skills like yours, it would be a shame not to win an Oscar.” He raised his head, addressing the female doctor and the crowd gathered around, “See? I wasn’t wrong. She’s just performing! She’s feeling guilty now and doesn’t dare to speak!” “Alright, alright, everyone disperse.” The doctor became frantic and pushed Orlando away. “You’re insane! Can’t you see she’s had a miscarriage and is hemorrhaging badly? If she doesn’t get to a hospital, she’ll die!” Orlando fell backward onto his rear from the push. His first reaction wasn’t to look at me but to furiously question the doctor, “Did Lilith pay you to say this?!” By now, even the colleagues watching from the sidelines couldn’t stand it anymore. They shouted, “Mr. Parker, Mrs. Stewart is your wife! You’ve been married for ten years—why don’t you believe her?!” Orlando sneered, “If Lilith really is pregnant, then the child should be aborted anyway.” His eyes darkened as he said, “I haven’t been intimate with her for years. A woman carrying another man’s child has no right to be my wife.” Hearing this, I closed my eyes in despair. Indeed, since Isabella appeared, Orlando rarely shared a bed with me and barely even came home. But that night, drunk on whisky, he mistook me for Isabella and forced himself on me. Orlando, if you knew that the child I miscarried was yours, would you feel even a hint of regret? At the same time, I silently vowed to myself. If I survived this, I would sever all ties with Orlando. The kind female doctor pulled me up with the help of a nearby nurse, intending to place me on a stretcher and into the ambulance for emergency treatment. Just as I thought I had a chance at survival, Isabella came running over. Pointing at me, she shouted, “Doctor, don’t save her! She’s committed unforgivable sins—even death wouldn’t be enough to atone for her crimes!” “Because this fire was started by her!”

Isabella picked up her phone and displayed the video for everyone to see. The footage showed me carrying a cardboard box into the storage room. Shortly after, a fire broke out inside. Soon, the flames spread rapidly, trapping all company employees in the office. Isabella pointed at me and shouted accusingly, “It was her! She secretly started the fire in the storage room, causing such massive damage to the company and dragging all of us innocent employees into this mess!” Upon hearing this, Orlando forcefully pushed aside the doctors and nurses who were trying to treat me. He violently grabbed my collar, his face contorted with rage, and said, “Lilith, I gave you a job out of kindness, and this is how you repay me!” “You knew perfectly well that I built this company with my blood and sweat, yet you still set it on fire! How dare you even take an ambulance? You should be going straight to jail!” As he spoke, he kept yanking my collar, dragging me away. While pulling me, he shouted loudly, “Firefighters! I’ve found the arsonist! Arrest her and throw her in prison!” “Legal team! Where’s the company’s legal team?! Start drafting documents immediately for a lawsuit. I’ll make sure this foolish woman Lilith pays for what she’s done!” Orlando’s rough handling tightened my collar around my neck, nearly suffocating me. Finally, my subordinate Stella couldn’t bear to watch anymore. She rushed over and pried Orlando’s hands away, allowing me to breathe again. Due to the suffocation, my face had turned bluish-purple, and I began coughing violently. Stella protected me forcefully, tears streaming down her face out of concern. “Lilith, why did you have to do this…” Orlando said with obvious displeasure, “Stella, you’re my employee. Are you planning to speak up for Lilith now? If you dare say even one word in her defense today, don’t bother coming to work tomorrow!” Upon hearing this, everyone immediately closed their mouths and remained silent. Who would dare interfere in the company president’s family matters and willingly lose their job? I also pushed Stella gently, urging her to leave quickly. However, Stella didn’t leave. Instead, she turned to Orlando and shouted, “Mr. Parker, Isabella’s video alone cannot prove that Lilith committed arson. As the company president, don’t you even have that much judgment?” Orlando snorted dismissively. “Lilith had no reason to carry a box into the storage room. Isn’t that suspicious enough! And after the fire broke out, she had both an escape rope and a smoke mask to protect herself. If she didn’t start the fire, how would she have these items?” Feeling indignant on my behalf, Stella cried while speaking passionately, “Yes, Lilith is the administrative supervisor and shouldn’t need to personally move things to the storage room.” “But for the past two years, as company performance declined, she’s been moving goods herself for a long time to save on transportation costs!” “As for the fire safety equipment, she prepared those beforehand. Lilith noticed fire hazards in the company long ago, so she distributed escape kits to each of us.” Orlando’s expression changed instantly, and he said sternly, “You’re talking nonsense! If everyone had one, why didn’t Isabella and I receive any?” With reddened eyes, Stella pointed at Isabella and said, “You should ask her about that! Where did she put all the things Lilith distributed?” Isabella’s body suddenly trembled, and she nervously waved her hands, saying, “Mr. Parker, I didn’t, I didn’t misappropriate anything!” Isabella’s voluntary confession made Orlando’s face darken. When Stella looked at my stomach, tears fell like raindrops. She sobbed and asked me, “Lilith, the baby, is the baby gone?” Orlando shuddered violently, then quickly asked, “Baby? What baby?” I shook my head, signaling Stella to stop talking. Orlando sensed something was wrong and rushed over to demand answers, but at that moment, the police arrived. “We heard someone mention catching an arsonist. Who is the arsonist?”

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My 4-year-old son suddenly had a heart attack, while I was leisurely touching up my makeup outside the operating room. My husband rushed over in extreme anxiety. “Carrie Johnson, your son has a single ventricle heart. You’re the only surgeon in the entire province who can perform this operation. Please change your clothes and get in there!” After perfecting my lipstick, I pressed my lips together in the mirror and said nonchalantly, “I’m off duty.” My mother-in-law fell to her knees with a thud at my feet, begging through tears: “Carrie, I’m begging you. Please save your son!” I displayed a look of disgust, moving my foot slightly to the side, then smiled and said, “I’m the patient’s biological mother. According to hospital regulations, I can’t perform surgery on immediate family members.” My husband anxiously stamped his foot and said, “This is a special emergency situation. The hospital has already approved it!” With a calm expression, I took out an eyebrow razor, cut my right wrist, and then smiled saying, “Now I can’t hold a scalpel.” I extended my hand toward them. They stared at my bleeding wrist in disbelief, their faces instantly turning pale. My mother-in-law suddenly burst into tears, then collapsed to the floor, crying out in despair, “What a sin! This is truly a sin!” “Carrie, how can you be so heartless? Lewis Ferguson is your only son! Don’t you care whether he lives or dies?” “Oh my poor Lewis, what a miserable fate you have.” I withdrew my hand, quickly treated the wound, and ignored her as I continued with my makeup. I had plans to go shopping with someone soon. In truth, I completely understood my mother-in-law’s hysterical state. After all, she had raised Lewis since he was small. Lewis was both premature and born with congenital heart disease. When I gave birth to him, he weighed just over four pounds, tiny, with a cry as weak as a kitten’s. I remember back then, Lewis couldn’t drink milk on his own. My mother-in-law fed him spoonful by spoonful every day. Just then, Ella Ferguson arrived as well. She glanced at my mother-in-law sitting on the floor, then at me applying makeup, and immediately became furious: “Carrie, your son is dying! How can you possibly be putting on makeup?” “Are you even human?” Abraham Ferguson also spoke up: “Carrie, we’re all doctors, and doctors should have compassion. If you can stand by while your own son dies, you don’t deserve to be a doctor!” After applying foundation, I took out my face powder and said coldly, “If you think you can do it, then go ahead. You’re also a cardiac surgeon, so why don’t you go in and perform the surgery?” Abraham was momentarily stunned, then a few seconds later, he angrily replied, “I, I can’t!” “Single ventricle surgery is extremely difficult with high risks. The success rate is only 1%. You’re the only doctor with successful experience. Plus, Lewis was premature, and his heart function never fully developed.” Ella, standing nearby, grew anxious too and said, “Carrie, if Lewis doesn’t have this surgery, he won’t live to see his fifth birthday! Do you want him to die?” When my mother-in-law heard her grandson wouldn’t live past 5, she froze completely. A few seconds later, she trembled as she crawled on her knees to me, repeatedly kowtowing and pleading: “Carrie, I’m truly begging you, please save Lewis. He’s such a pitiful child!” I watched as the elderly woman knelt before me, continuously banging her head until her forehead was bleeding. The onlookers couldn’t bear to watch anymore and began pointing fingers at me. “Even the most vicious tiger wouldn’t devour its own cubs. This mother is too cruel!” “She doesn’t deserve to be a doctor, or even a human being!” Among the crowd were nurses from the hospital. They looked at me with astonishment, whispering among themselves: “Dr. Johnson is the most renowned cardiac surgeon in our city. She has an extremely high success rate and has saved many lives. But why won’t she step in to save her own son?” “Perhaps because her son’s condition is particularly complex, Dr. Johnson is probably worried that a failed surgery would damage her reputation.” “How heartless, to sacrifice her own son for her reputation! Even the cruelest tiger wouldn’t harm its own cub!” They were right. I had saved many people, but I didn’t want to save my own son. I pretended not to hear anything and continued applying my makeup in the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I couldn’t help but frown. After 72 consecutive hours of surgery, I looked much more haggard.

2 Abraham frowned deeply when he heard the murmurs from the onlookers. “Carrie, stop making a scene! Come with me now, we’ll do this surgery together. If you’re worried about your reputation being affected by failure, you can supervise while I operate. If it fails, all the blame can fall on me. Will that work for you?!” “No matter how slim the hope, even if there’s only a one-in-a-thousand chance, we can’t give up on Lewis!” Abraham stepped forward and grabbed me, smearing my eyeliner all the way to my temple. My makeup was ruined. How was I supposed to go out now? It was infuriating. “What’s wrong with you? Couldn’t you see I was applying eyeliner? Thanks to you, it’s completely messed up now.” “I’ve repeatedly said I can’t do this surgery. Can’t any of you understand what I’m saying?” “If Lewis dies, then he dies. That’s his fate. We need to learn to accept destiny.” After I said this, everyone present immediately became noisy and agitated. They hadn’t expected me to say such things, so their insults grew even louder. Abraham was stunned, not expecting my attitude to be so firm. Just as he was about to say something, a nurse rushed over, shouting: “Dr. Ferguson, Lewis is awake, but…” Upon hearing her grandson was awake, the grandmother quickly stood up from the floor and anxiously grabbed the nurse’s arm. “But what? Tell me quickly.” “But Lewis is extremely agitated, crying and demanding to see his mother. Nothing we say can calm him down.” “Lewis’s emotional instability is severely affecting his condition.” The grandmother trembled anxiously, then turned to grab my arm, saying: “Carrie, please go see Lewis, calm him down.” I forcefully shook off her hand and said impatiently: “I don’t have time! I’m not going!” Still not giving up, the grandmother said: “I’ll give you anything you want if you’ll save Lewis.” I casually asked: “Anything at all?” “Yes, anything!” I put away my compact mirror, turned to look at her, and said deliberately: “I want a divorce!” I paused, then continued: “After the divorce, you can have custody of Lewis, I don’t want it. And I want Abraham to leave with nothing. Finally, you’ll give me one million dollars.” After I said this, the room erupted in an uproar. Abraham pointed at me and cursed: “You heartless woman! Using your own son’s life as leverage for a divorce.” “Is money all you care about?” …… I ignored Abraham and smiled at Mrs. Margaret, waiting for her answer. Abraham was a mama’s boy who always followed his mother’s opinions. All the family’s major assets were registered under Mrs. Margaret’s name. If we divorced, I wouldn’t get a penny. “Fine! As long as you agree to save Lewis, the house and cars will be yours, and I’ll give you one million dollars.” “Then sign this first.” I calmly took out a divorce agreement from my bag and handed it to Abraham, saying: “Sign it.” Abraham stared at the divorce agreement, glaring at me angrily, refusing to sign. Mrs. Margaret quickly grabbed the divorce agreement and shoved it into Abraham’s hands, forcing him to sign. “Abraham, sign it quickly. Once you do, Lewis can be saved.” I interrupted her, reminding: “The million dollars hasn’t been transferred yet. I won’t perform the surgery until the money is in my account.” As soon as I finished speaking, Ella immediately lost her temper, pointing at me and shouting: “Carrie! Don’t be delusional!” “You can have the divorce, but you won’t get a single cent of the Ferguson family’s money!” Just then, a nurse came running in frantically, saying: “Dr. Ferguson, your son’s heart rate is abnormal. The situation is extremely urgent. Please arrange for surgery immediately.”

3 Upon hearing that Lewis’s condition was critical, Mrs. Margaret’s face instantly turned pale. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she held her phone, and her speech became stuttered: “Carrie, I-I-I’ll transfer the money right away. Please, save Lewis quickly.” I noticed Mrs. Margaret’s fingers shaking so badly that she kept entering the wrong password. Unable to bear watching this, I averted my gaze. In truth, Mrs. Margaret had always been good to me. I was an orphan. After I got together with Abraham, his mother never looked down on me. Later, when I married Abraham, his mother treated me like her own daughter, caring for me in every way possible. It was she who allowed me to experience maternal love and the warmth of family. On our wedding day, Mrs. Margaret held my hand, her eyes reddening as she told me: “Carrie, from today on, I’m your mother. If Abraham ever mistreats you, I certainly won’t let him get away with it.” Not only Mrs. Margaret, but Abraham was equally good to me—gentle, considerate, and always accommodating. When we first married, Ella had a poor attitude toward me and repeatedly provoked me. However, Abraham and Mrs. Margaret always stood by my side, protecting me. Mrs. Margaret even drove Ella out of the house, forcing her to live independently. Later, when I became pregnant, they cherished me even more, treating me like a princess. Abraham himself was a doctor, and no matter how busy his work was, he would take time off to accompany me to prenatal checkups and drive me to and from work. After Lewis was born, he was frail and frequently ill. To allow me to focus on my work, his grandmother retired early to personally care for Lewis with great attention, never letting me worry about it. Yet now, Mrs. Margaret was humbly kneeling before me, offering to transfer all her savings and retirement funds to me. Suddenly, a bitter feeling welled up inside me. Complex emotions rushed through my heart, leaving me speechless. Just then, Ella, who had been standing nearby, saw that her mother was actually going to make the transfer and anxiously reached out to grab the phone. “Mom, have you lost your mind? That’s your funeral money! Don’t waste it on this vicious woman!” “Let my brother handle this himself. Trust him—he’ll surely resolve this. Don’t get involved!” As soon as she finished speaking, Ella snatched the divorce agreement and tore it to pieces. Still not satisfied with venting her anger, she threw the shredded paper forcefully on the ground and repeatedly stomped on it. Then, turning to Abraham, she said: “Brother, you should perform this surgery yourself!” Abraham hesitated for a few seconds, seemingly recalling something, then said through gritted teeth: “Fine! I’ll perform this surgery myself!” “Carrie, I will definitely divorce you, but you won’t get a penny!” “Mom, stop begging her. I’ll do this surgery. Lewis is my son, and even if it affects my career, I must save him! If the surgery fails, I’ll die with my son!” Abraham spoke with such determination that the onlookers were moved by his profound fatherly love, many of them in tears. By comparison, I, as the mother, seemed even more unreasonable. I smiled and said, “If that’s the case, then I wish you success with the surgery in advance.” I glanced at my watch; our appointment time was approaching. The person I was meeting would arrive soon, and I didn’t want to waste more words with them. I turned around and packed up my makeup bag. Abraham glared at me with hatred, then turned and walked toward the operating room. However, after taking just two steps forward, Abraham collided with someone. This person was exactly who I had arranged to meet. Abraham stumbled backward unsteadily. When he regained his balance and saw who was standing before him, his eyes widened in shock. He was too frightened to utter a word!

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