The day I went to the hospital to collect the test results and settle the bill, I discovered that the 300 thousand dollars in my credit card account was gone. It was money that my husband Nolan Cole and I had spent three years saving for a house. Panic-stricken, I immediately called Nolan. “Did you use the money in our account?” After a long hesitation, he finally admitted the truth under my persistent questioning. “Andrea divorced with nothing. She’s struggling to raise her child alone. I just lent her the money for emergencies.” Andrea Powell was Nolan’s first love, the same woman who had abandoned him at his lowest point to marry a wealthy businessman. Whenever Nolan had mentioned her before, his voice had been filled with anger and bitterness about her betrayal. But now that she was divorced, his attitude had completely changed. I looked down at the test results in my hand and sighed, “Get the money back. We’ll discuss this in detail when I get home tonight.” It was dark by the time I arrived home. I found Nolan sitting on the couch smoking, a fresh bruise at the corner of his mouth. The room reeked of cigarettes. “What happened to your face?” I asked, frowning. He touched his bruised lip, avoiding my eyes. “I fell.” I accepted his explanation without pressing further. Watching him light another cigarette, I said gently, “Why are you smoking again? It’s bad for your health. By the way, did you get the money back?” “Every time I light up, you act like I’m killing you.” Nolan rolled his eyes and sprawled across the couch. “I’m not getting the money back. It’s just 300 thousand dollars. Consider it a good deed.” “What?” I threw my bag onto a chair, trembling with anger. “Nolan, get that money back now! We saved it together—half of it is mine. You had no right to give it to her.” I took a breath, trying to stay calm. “I know what you’re thinking. Do you really believe giving her money will make her want you back?” I tried to soften my approach. “I’m only thinking of what’s best for you. The money is for—” Before I could finish, Nolan leaped up from the couch, jabbing his finger in my face. His outburst seemed fueled by guilty defensiveness. “You used to be so gentle and understanding. When did you become this selfish and petty? Getting worked up over a mere 300 thousand dollars? Andrea has nothing after her divorce and a child to raise. Don’t you have any compassion?” “Selfish and petty?” I laughed bitterly. Nolan and I had met through a blind date. Back then, he had nothing—no job, no house, no car—and Andrea had just left him. I found he was honest and hard-working. With his parents deceased, there would be no complications between his mother and me. Plus, under pressure from my family to marry, I had agreed to marry him. When Nolan was starting his business, I had supported us on my modest salary. Now he dared call me selfish and petty? Realizing he’d gone too far, he fell silent, slumping back onto the couch with a cold expression. It was his typical response to arguments—no communication, no acknowledgment of his mistakes. I’d had enough of his passive attitude. “Listen carefully, Nolan,” I said with a sneer. “If you don’t get that money back within three days, I’ll leave you.”

I moved out and spent the next few days staying with my friend Kaia. On the third day, Nolan called with an arrogant tone. “I gave the money to Andrea. If you want a divorce, fine by me!” “We’re married,” I replied calmly. “Half of that 300 thousand dollars you gave her is mine. Even if we divorce, she needs to return my 150 thousand dollars.” “You want the money back? Impossible!” he roared. “I gave it to Andrea. Don’t even think about getting it back!” I hung up. With only a junior high school degree, it wasn’t surprising he didn’t understand the law. Kaia had been listening, and after thinking for a while, her expression changed. “Selena, doesn’t something seem off about Nolan?” She leaned forward. “No matter how generous he is, would he really give 300 thousand dollars to his first love to help raise someone else’s child? Nolan’s always been so stingy—it just doesn’t add up.” Kaia knew Nolan’s penny-pinching ways all too well. At our wedding, local tradition called for giving nice gifts to the bridesmaids, but Nolan had chosen cheap candleholders instead. The wedding banquet had been all vegetarian dishes—no meat in sight. He’d even transported the guests in a borrowed bus from his rural hometown. The memory of that wedding was still fresh for Kaia and me. Kaia had a point. Nolan was incredibly conceited. Even if he could forgive Andrea’s betrayal and reconcile with her, would he really accept raising another man’s child? Kaia and I locked eyes, mutual surprise dawning as we reached the same conclusion—the child might be Nolan’s. Since our marriage, he’d constantly pressured me to have a baby. I’d refused, focused on my rising career and concerned about my health. He’d berate me every few days about “ending his family line”—until suddenly, the next year, he stopped mentioning it entirely. I’d thought he’d finally accepted my decision and felt relieved. But what if he’d had a son elsewhere? Andrea’s child was two years old now. The timing fit perfectly. “No wonder he was so generous with his first love,” Kaia sneered. “He must have been having an affair with her all along!” Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Selena, if you can prove he cheated, you can divorce him without giving up any property.” I nodded, thinking it through carefully. Nolan had said Andrea left her divorce with nothing—perhaps her husband had discovered the affair. It would explain why Andrea, who had been so materialistic and dumped Nolan for money, would walk away without a penny. Nolan’s infidelity seemed certain. Now I just needed proof.

The next day, I returned home. Nolan was out. Opening Instagram, I found his latest update: [I’ve met many people, but in the end, I realized you’re the one I love most.] The post included a photo of a woman in a blue dress. Quite romantic. Without hesitation, I liked the post and commented: [Some dogs eat plenty of meat, but in the end, they still prefer eating garbage.] We shared many mutual friends on Instagram. They initially assumed the woman in the photo was me, commenting things like “Nolan and Selena, so sweet!” When they saw my response, however, they quickly realized their mistake and deleted their comments, leaving mine as the sole, glaring reply. Satisfied, I set down my phone and headed to his study to access his computer. I used to respect his privacy religiously—never entering his study, checking his phone, or using his computer. I’d given him complete trust, only to receive betrayal in return. Laughing bitterly at my own naivety, I tried Andrea’s birthday as his computer password. It worked perfectly. He hadn’t logged out of WhatsApp. Opening it, I found his chat history with Andrea—all voice messages. Rather than listen to each one, I converted them to text. Andrea said: [My husband discovered our affair. He wants to divorce me and leave me with nothing.] Nolan replied: [How could this happen? Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.] Andrea responded with an aggrieved expression. [Our son and I were thrown out. We have nowhere to go.] [I can handle hardship, but how can our son live like this?] Nolan arrogantly transferred our joint savings—300 thousand dollars—to her, replying grandly: [Honey, go buy a house. Use this as the down payment. Put it in your name, and I’ll handle the monthly payments.] After accepting the transfer, Andrea replied with hypocrisy: [Won’t your wife be angry?] Nolan replied: [She wouldn’t dare. She’s completely submissive.] Andrea replied: [Sweetie, when will you divorce her? We can’t let our son remain illegitimate.] My anger was boiling over as I read their exchange. Now I understood why Nolan had agreed to divorce so readily—he was eager to be with Andrea and their son. Checking his transaction history, I discovered regular transfers to Andrea beyond the 300 thousand dollars. I photographed everything as evidence. To prevent claims of fabrication, I recorded a video that included their voice messages. Satisfied with my collected proof, I left. The moment I got into a taxi, Nolan called. “Have you lost your mind?” he shouted. “Delete that ridiculous comment from my Instagram now!” “Ridiculous?” I laughed. “I just want everyone to know the truth.” I heard a woman’s soft sobbing in the background. Of course—he was yelling at me because Andrea was crying to him. “What truth? You just hate her because I gave Andrea money!” he barked. His words left me speechless. I owned half of that 300 thousand dollars she received. Why shouldn’t I dislike her? What woman would approve of her husband’s mistress? Too tired to argue, I offered one final piece of advice out of basic human decency. “Nolan, you’d better get that money back. Otherwise—” He cut me off impatiently. “I’ve told you Andrea’s struggling to raise a child. Where’s your compassion? “The money’s hers now. If you can’t accept that, divorce me!” He hung up before I could respond. I nearly laughed out loud. Fine, let him be generous and kind. After all, he was the one with lung cancer, not me.

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When Rachel Parker, my boyfriend Aaron Murphy’s childhood sweetheart, suffered hair loss as a result of cancer chemotherapy, he bluntly commanded me to snip off my own hair and craft a wig for her. “Rachel is allergic to wigs on the market. You’ve been growing your hair for a decade, and it’s just perfect.” I flatly refused, but Aaron’s friends restrained me, binding my hands and feet. They then took a hair clipper and shaved my hair right down to the roots. In an instant, my head, once adorned with beautiful, long, shiny hair, was left looking like it had alopecia areata. Sitting in the wheelchair, Rachel laughed at me. Aaron nodded and chuckled, “We just took your hair away, and it’s no big deal.” However, once upon a time, due to my unevenly cut short hair, I had been bullied for six years. It was Aaron who had once opened his arms and shielded me, yet now he harmed me cruelly. One after another, his friends chimed in, urging me to show tolerance towards the patient. Aaron spun around and impatiently growled, “Do not persuade her. Tell her to get lost. We just took her hair, and it will grow back one day.” So I turned away without hesitation. Later, I heard that Aaron tried every trick in the book to get me back together with him. After my hair was shaved, I was finally released. “Aaron, look, she is as ridiculous as a toad.” Sitting in the wheelchair, Rachel pointed at my bald head and laughed. Aaron’s friends playfully chimed in. Aaron glanced at me and said indifferently, “Rachel is allergic to wigs on the market. Your long hair is just right for a wig.” I paid no heed to their jeers, instead clutching the few remaining tufts of hair, my heart aching with profound sorrow. Two hours ago, Aaron invited me to Rachel’s birthday party. I wasn’t on good terms with her. However, since Aaron had made the request and Rachel was battling cancer, I showed up to the party with a gift anyway. Unexpectedly, at the so-called birthday party, they tied me up and shaved my hair. Staring at Aaron’s indifferent expression, I remembered the rare kindness he had shown two days ago. He gave me an expensive bottle of shampoo. “It has been dry recently. Take care of your hair.” Confused but flattered, I took the shampoo and washed my hair that night. Only now did I realize that Aaron told me to take care of my hair so that Rachel could have a more comfortable wig to wear! He suddenly walked towards me. I had thought that he felt guilty and wanted to apologize. To my disappointment, with a look of disgust, he pinched the last strand of hair on my shoulder and cut it off without mercy. He glanced back at his friend and scolded, “You’re so careless. How could you leave this tiny bit of hair? I even invited you to dinner, but you can’t even manage this simple task perfectly.” They immediately giggled and jeered. “Well, it’s our fault. Hey, is Evelyn going to burst into tears?” “Rachel is severely sick. She takes so many pills every day, yet she doesn’t even cry once.” Mean mockery rang out one after another, and Aaron remained unfazed. His friends disliked me due to the vast disparity between my social standing and theirs. I never made an appearance at their get-togethers since I hadn’t received an invitation. I once asked Aaron if he could bring me along. He impatiently stated that our social circles were different and that it was unnecessary for me to try to be part of their circle. Noticing my lack of response, Aaron finally turned his attention to me. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “Evelyn, you’re not angry, are you? “Cheer up and consider it a good deed.” Sadness overwhelmed me. “Tell me, was it your idea to have my hair made into a wig, or was it Rachel’s?” Rachel positioned herself between Aaron and me, tears streaming down her face. “It was my idea. Ask me if you want to know anything. Don’t make things difficult for Aaron.” Aaron instantly glared at me with dissatisfaction. “Rachel is a patient. Can you not upset her?” “She is my friend. We grew up together. What’s the big deal with you, my future wife, donating a wig to her?” When I spotted Aaron’s unconcerned expression, tears welled up in my eyes. Why could a man change in such a short time? Back then, my parents compelled me to cut my hair so that they could sell it for money and buy toys for my brother. When I was bullied due to my short, uneven hair, Aaron stepped in front of me with a wide grin. “From now on, I’ll protect your hair!” I instantly felt drained of my energy and slowly said, “Aaron, from today onwards, we are completely through. “Transfer the money for my hair to me later. I’m under no obligation to donate my hair to her.”

Aaron came to an abrupt halt and extended his hand to place it on my forehead, a scornful smile spreading across his face. “Evelyn, do you want to break up with me? “You aren’t running a fever, but why are you talking nonsense? “You’ve been with me for eight years. Do you think you can still find another man to marry after our breakup? “Evelyn, no man will want you. Can you stop making a fuss?” The tears I had managed to hold back were on the verge of spilling out once more when I heard these words. He was still aware that we had been together for eight years. My friends told me that in a long-term relationship, romantic love would be replaced by family bonds. But without becoming part of my family, Aaron grew more and more dissimilar to what a boyfriend ought to be. I bit my lip tightly and looked straight up at him. “There are so many men in the world. You are not my only choice.” Aaron’s face darkened. He cast an icy glance at me, and his friends tried to persuade me. “That’s enough. Aaron gave in. Evelyn, don’t go too far.” “It’s just a wig. Have Aaron get seven wigs for you. Then you can wear a different one every day of the week.” Once Aaron’s friends ceased their mockery, Rachel chimed in aggrievedly, “This is all my fault. Evelyn, I will pay for your wig. Please don’t be angry with Aaron.” At the same time, her eyes filled with tears. Her pitiful appearance caused Aaron great distress. Instantly, he glared at me as if I were an enemy with whom he had a long-standing and bitter feud. “Evelyn, come at me if you are displeased! “Rachel’s seriously sick. Why do you have to pick on a sick person? You’ve changed a lot. You weren’t like this before!” I opened my mouth to speak, yet before any words could escape, Rachel clutched her stomach and let out a cry of pain. “Aaron, it hurts a lot. Help me…” Aaron pushed me away. Caught off guard, I stumbled and tripped over a chair. “Ouch!” Aaron didn’t show any concern and roared at me, “Get the hell out of the way! We just cut your hair. Why are you making a scene? You knew that Rachel was sick, but you still goaded her. If anything happens to her, I will not let you off!” With that, Aaron left with Rachel in his arms, followed by his friends. The man who had been holding my hair lagged behind and nonchalantly tossed a bunch of my long, lustrous hair into the trash can. I was dumbfounded for a moment and hurriedly crawled over to collect it, bit by bit. Tears streamed down nonstop. At that moment, I made up my mind to leave Aaron. ***** I went to the barbershop to have my hair cut once more. Meanwhile, I snapped up a hotel’s discount package. When I went back to pack my belongings, Aaron entered, looking thoroughly exhausted. At the sight of my suitcase, he instantly lost his temper. He strode forward and kicked my suitcase away. “When will you stop making a scene? “The doctor said Rachel’s condition has deteriorated. It’s all because you upset her. I haven’t even made you pay for it, and now you’re trying to run away!” I laughed in anger. “Did Rachel develop cancer because I upset her? “Aaron, reflect on what ridiculous things you are talking about.” Perhaps because Aaron had never heard me speak in such a tone previously, he was stunned for a brief moment. I ignored him, retrieved the suitcase that had been knocked aside, and then resumed packing my clothes. I didn’t possess a great deal of belongings. Although I had lived there for eight years, two 26-inch suitcases sufficed to hold everything I owned. Staring at Aaron, who remained silent, I casually said, “Once you transfer the money for my hair, I’ll pay the rent.”

“I don’t need your money.” Aaron tugged at my hand hard with a dark face. “Evelyn, have you made enough of a scene? Can you support yourself alone? “Sometimes, I don’t understand you! “I purchased skin care products and jewelry for you, yet you never made use of them. I urged you to dress up, but you came up with endless excuses to decline!” Whenever I got into an argument with Aaron, he invariably had a penchant for bringing up our past disputes. He always criticized me for not using the skin care products he had bought. However, those products made me allergic. He always blamed me for not wearing jewelry, yet when I did wear a piece, people would jeer at me, claiming it was a fake. He always faulted me for my unfashionable clothes, but as a government employee, I couldn’t wear fancy garments. Noticing that I remained silent, Aaron became more aggressive. “Why don’t you say anything? Do you plan to go back to your hometown to marry someone?!” Upon hearing these words, I looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. After the SAT, my family held me captive and compelled me to get married. It was Aaron who came to my rescue. He made a promise to protect me from danger forever. But it appeared to have slipped his mind. He had become no different from those hateful guys back then. I hailed from a troubled family. I was thrifty by nature. But what is wrong with me? Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart ached as if it had been crushed. I made no reply. I completely realized that Aaron would always be the same. He would never feel that he was at fault in any situation. I took the suitcases and insisted on leaving. Aaron flew into a rage and hurled my suitcases to the floor. Instantly, the two suitcases broke in half, and the things that had only recently been packed came spilling out. “Aaron, we have broken up. You have no right to touch my belongings!” Aaron seized my hands and yanked me back. His strength was so great that my head collided with the corner of the table, and blood instantly flowed into my eyes. Despite blinking desperately, I couldn’t see anything. In a panic, Aaron rushed over. “Evelyn, don’t be afraid. I’m sending you to the hospital right now.” As soon as Aaron finished speaking, his cell phone rang. Rachel’s weak voice came through his cell phone’s stereo. “Aaron, I’m at the entrance of your residence. I’m vomiting blood. What should I do? I’m in pain.” Aaron instantly grew anxious and released me. “Evelyn, wait for me. Rachel’s cancer has flared up. I’m going to take her to the hospital right away!” Blood blurred my vision, and all I could make out was a hazy figure ahead. I clung to Aaron’s leg to prevent him from leaving. “Aaron, I can’t see. Help me call…” He kicked me away without hesitation. “I fucking told you to wait. Can’t you understand? “Can’t you even wait for a while? Are you rushing to your death?” I couldn’t manage to get to my feet. Yet, Aaron had disappeared long ago. The door slammed shut!   Fortunately, I had set the emergency number as my emergency contact. By the time the ambulance arrived, I was already unconscious. The doctor declared that I had a concussion. During my two-day hospitalization, Aaron neither called nor messaged me. No update notice popped up on my phone screen. When I was discharged from the hospital, Sarah Murphy, Aaron’s mother, called and invited me to the Murphy Villa for a meal. I intended to decline, but as the words were about to escape my lips, I held myself back. Sarah was different from Aaron. She was quite nice to me. When I was abused by my family in high school, she ran around and solved the matter for me. Only then was I able to break free from my hellish family. Subsequently, Aaron and I had been in a relationship for eight years, but he didn’t even propose to me. Instead, he grew increasingly close to Rachel. Sarah was so furious that she introduced a lot of excellent men to me. “Evelyn, you’re a wonderful girl. I won’t allow Aaron to mess up your life. Tell me if you want to leave him. I’d love to be your godmother.” Upon my arrival at the Murphy Villa, I noticed that Sarah had a dark face. I entered the villa, only to find that Rachel and Aaron’s friends were also there. As soon as they saw me, their expressions immediately turned odd. “Why is your injury so serious?” Aaron approached me and attempted to touch the corner of my bandaged forehead. I took a step back and gazed at him indifferently. “You should be well aware whether it’s serious or not. After all, it was you who pushed me.” Aaron frowned. “Do you have to be so sarcastic?” Ignoring him, I went upstairs to find Sarah and told her about our breakup. She instantly burst into tears. “Aaron is a fool. Rachel, who was brought up by the Parker family, is extremely crafty. They only spent three years together during their childhood, yet she insists she’s his childhood sweetheart. But when the Murphy family faced difficulties back then, the Parker family cut off their connection with us more quickly than anyone else! “Even though you broke up, I am still your godmother. We have ten years of friendship, and you can’t distance yourself from me.” During the meal, Sarah served me food several times. Rachel held the plate and complained, “Sarah, you only care about Evelyn. Why don’t you dish food for me?” Sarah looked indifferent. “Evelyn is like my own daughter. What’s wrong with me offering her food multiple times?” Rachel couldn’t help but shed tears. In an instant, the atmosphere became embarrassing. Aaron immediately served Rachel some food. She took a bite. However, all of a sudden, she covered her neck and coughed nonstop, and her face flushed red, as if she was on the brink of choking. “There are shrimps…” “Oh no! Rachel, you are allergic to shrimp!” Aaron immediately rose to his feet and yelled at the maids, “Didn’t I warn you not to prepare shrimp dishes? Why did you still make this mistake?” A young maid trembled and finally glanced up at me. “We didn’t prepare any shrimp dishes. However, just now, I seemed to have caught sight of Ms. Taylor entering the kitchen with a jar of something. I-I saw her hide it in her bag.” I was puzzled. “What does this have to do with me?” Aaron bought the maid’s story. He glared at me with a straight face and turned around to search through my bag. “Aaron, what are you doing? You have no right to rummage through my bag!” “Evelyn, are you feeling afraid?” I reached out to stop Aaron, but he shoved me away. The next moment, my bag was ripped open. With a clatter, the glass jar fell to the floor. At once, the air reeked of a sharp shrimp stench. Aaron glared at me, as if he had caught the conclusive evidence. “Evelyn, admit it. Here is the evidence!” I froze for a moment, instantly realizing that this was a plot against me. I soon calmed down. “It’s not mine.” As soon as the words escaped my mouth, Rachel weakly explained, pretending to defend me, “Aaron, don’t blame Evelyn. Perhaps she didn’t do it on purpose.” Aaron, in a state of fury, grabbed hold of my neck and thrust me in front of her. “I have no idea whether she did it on purpose or not, but I am sure that she tried to kill you! “Evelyn, you’re so vicious. We were the ones who cut your hair. Since you are quite bold, come at me! “Why did you harm a patient? Apologize to Rachel, or I will kill you!” Aaron exerted his maximum strength, and I couldn’t break free at all. It was only with Sarah’s help that he finally released me. I coughed desperately, as if I had just been on the edge of death! I never anticipated that Aaron would jump to the conclusion that I was the culprit without a moment’s hesitation! My calm demeanor crumbled, replaced by heartbreak. I raised my hand and slapped Aaron so hard that my palm turned numb. “A fingerprint analysis on this jar of shrimp paste will show who had their hands on it! “That’s not an excuse for you to attack me again! “Aaron, I won’t put up with your actions anymore. I’m calling the police!”

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I was reborn on the day Landon Pierce was drugged. But this time, instead of being his antidote, I dialed the number of the woman he loved, Lydia Rowan. In my previous life, I had fallen for Landon, the man who raised me. When I found out he’d been drugged, I ignored his desperate plea to call his lover and ended up sleeping with him, becoming his antidote. A month later, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant. Landon was forced to marry me, but on the day of our wedding, his beloved woman was killed by kidnappers while abroad. Before her death, she tried to call him 199 times, begging for help. But Landon, preoccupied with the wedding, never answered a single call. Afterward, he stared at those 199 missed calls in silence, never speaking a word. Then, when I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital, but he just smiled cruelly, watching as I suffocated, unable to give birth. Just before I died, I heard him say, “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, I wouldn’t have been forced to marry you. If you hadn’t taken her place, I would’ve answered Lydia’s calls. You deserve to die…” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Landon had been drugged. “Mira, hurry up and call Lydia!” Hearing those familiar words again, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and dialed Lydia’s number. Landon’s face flushed red, his gaze burning as he looked at me. In my past life, I had made the mistake of giving in to that look, which led to my tragic end. This time, I turned away from his gaze and quickly left his room. “Landon, just hold on. Lydia will be here in ten minutes!” As I shut the door behind me, I heard him mutter my name through gritted teeth. But I pretended not to hear, firmly closing the door and standing guard outside. Ten minutes later, Lydia rushed in. She gave me a complicated glance, visibly relieved when she saw that I was dressed and untouched. Before stepping inside, she shot me a glance. “You can leave now. We don’t need you here.” I turned and headed upstairs, back to my room. It wasn’t until the middle of the night that the downstairs room finally fell quiet. I exhaled deeply. In my previous life, my love for Landon had led me to become his antidote, and I had ended up pregnant with his child. He married me out of obligation, but on our wedding day, Lydia died unexpectedly, and he lost the love of his life. Then, he endured in silence until my due date, locking me in the basement. I begged him, willing to sacrifice my life for the child. That child was his, too, but he ignored my pleas, watching us both die horribly, all for the sake of avenging his beloved. This time, I had brought Lydia to be his antidote, and soon, I would leave, completely cutting ties with him. The next morning, Lydia appeared at the family’s breakfast table. Landon took a bite of his sandwich, then casually announced, “From now on, Lydia is my girlfriend. I’ll marry her, so be nice to her.” He glanced at me, then pointed his fork at me. “Especially you. Be nice to my girlfriend and don’t cause me trouble.” I nodded indifferently while Lydia smiled smugly at me. I pretended not to notice and stood up, ready to leave before finishing my breakfast. But just as I got to my feet, I heard Lydia’s soft, dramatic sobs. “Landon, does Mira not want me in the family? I know how important she is to you. If she doesn’t like me, maybe I should leave…” She let a few tears fall, looking as if she’d been deeply wronged. Landon frowned, clearly irritated, and called out to me. “Mira, sit down and finish your breakfast.” I didn’t respond, coolly saying, “I’m done.” Landon’s irritation deepened. “Sit down! Don’t you understand what I’m saying? “Is this how I raised you? With no manners?” This time, I had no intention of getting involved, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I turned back, offering a polite smile. “I’ve really finished. You two enjoy your meal. I’ll take my leave.” Half an hour later, my door was knocked on. When I opened it, I was met with Landon’s deep, brooding eyes.

I instinctively reached for the door, wanting to shut him out and avoid any confrontation with him. But Landon was quicker, blocking my way with ease. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp as he studied me. “Avoiding me? Why?” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined me. “Are you upset? Is it because of Lydia?” I shook my head quickly, trying to keep my tone even. “No, I’m not upset. I’m happy for you. You’ve found someone you truly love.” His expression shifted, unreadable, as though he didn’t quite buy my words. “Is that really how you feel? Are you sure you’re not just saying that?” He scoffed, letting out a small laugh that lacked any warmth. “Mira, don’t tell me you still have feelings for me. You think I don’t know about the kiss you stole from me on your eighteenth birthday? You were drunk, but I noticed. “And all those love letters you wrote me over the years? Yeah, I read every single one. You thought you were being sneaky, but the way you looked at me… your eyes practically screamed it. You think no one noticed? Everyone could tell. “You not confessing to me? Best decision you ever made, because if you had, I would’ve laughed in your face.” He chuckled, the sound sharp and cruel, before walking over to the desk and pulling open the bottom drawer. He grabbed a thick stack of letters and tossed them onto the floor, stepping on them carelessly. “Mira, I’ve been taking care of you since you were seven years old, raising you all these years, and now you’ve got these feelings for me? Do you even know how messed up that is? “You knew I only had eyes for Lydia, yet you still wrote me love letters behind my back. Honestly, it’s disgusting.” Then, he leaned in close, his voice low and almost mocking. “I came here to tell you something. Yesterday, I was drugged. You were looking at me like you wanted to jump me. I know you thought you could be the antidote. But luckily, you didn’t go through with it. If you had, I would’ve been disgusted for the rest of my life. You’re just not worth it.” A sharp pain twisted in my chest. Even though I’d stopped loving him in this life, hearing those words still hurt. After saying that, Landon warned me to stay away from him so Lydia wouldn’t misunderstand, then slammed the door on his way out. I didn’t want to be a nuisance, so I decided to head out to take care of some overseas paperwork. I packed my things and left. That night, I purposely waited until almost ten o’clock to come back. As soon as I walked into my room, I knew something was off. My bed had been moved. Then I saw Lydia had posted an update on social media, a selfie of her lying on the bed, smiling. [A million-dollar mattress really is the best. I just mentioned I wasn’t sleeping well, and he immediately replaced my mattress. That’s why it’s so important to find a man who loves you!] She’d taken the mattress Landon bought for me, the one he had custom-made when my back injury flared up earlier this year. It cost over a million dollars. He used to be so kind to me. He knew exactly what it meant to take care of a girl, especially since he had raised me from such a young age. But he let me fall for him. And now, he stood on some moral high ground, acting like I shouldn’t have fallen for him in the first place. And here was Lydia, casually mentioning her bad sleep, and without even telling me, Landon had the mattress replaced. When Landon heard me return, he stood in the doorway, speaking in his usual detached way. “Lydia has light sleep, so I gave her your mattress. Anyway, your back’s fine now. Doesn’t matter which mattress you sleep on.” I didn’t even look up, just nodded as if I couldn’t care less. Landon frowned, watching me closely. “Mira, you’ve suddenly become so… reasonable. I’m not sure how to handle this. What’s going on with you lately? You used to hate it when I was nice to other people. Why aren’t you throwing a tantrum now? Are you planning something? “I swear, if you mess with Lydia, I won’t let you off easy.” I finally looked up at him, my voice calm. “I’m not trying to mess with anyone. Honestly, I’d rather no one mess with me. “And didn’t you always want me to be more sensible? Well, look at me now. You should be happy about it, right?” Landon’s face tightened, and he muttered, almost through gritted teeth, “Fine. Mira, you really know how to be a pain.” With that, he slammed the door and stormed downstairs. Every time he said that, I knew he was angry. But I didn’t care anymore. Whether he was angry or not didn’t matter. Soon, I’d be gone.

The days that followed were simple, almost predictable. Lydia made sure to flaunt her relationship with Landon, and he was still sulking at me. This time, I wasn’t going to play the role of the peacemaker. A month later, Lydia made her announcement. She was pregnant. Landon couldn’t contain his excitement. He was practically bursting with joy, ready to tell the world. Wedding plans with Lydia went into full swing, and the entire Pierce family was swept up in the preparations. The tables had turned, and this time, it was his beloved who was carrying his child. I had already made up my mind to let them have their happiness. After finishing my paperwork for leaving the country, I immediately booked a flight to Kanvas, on the exact same day as their wedding. It didn’t take long for Landon to come to me. Taking advantage of the fact that Lydia wasn’t home, he slipped into my room and threw open the door. He pulled out his phone, opened an email, and shoved it in front of me. “So, you’ve used your parents’ money, huh? I had my lawyer check, and it’s being used as a deposit for your trip abroad. “What’s going on? My wedding has you so upset that you’re planning to run off and hide?” The knot in my stomach tightened, but his mocking tone made the tension dissipate a little. When I stayed silent, his voice grew colder. “Mira, how much longer are you going to drag this out? You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder for a month now. Were you planning to just ignore me forever if I didn’t come here? “Ever since Lydia moved in, you’ve barely spoken to me. But she’s the woman I love, and if you really cared about me, you’d understand that. You can’t keep running away from both of us. “You can hide from us for a while, but not forever. Do you really think you’ll keep avoiding us once Lydia and I are married?” I shook my head quickly. “Landon, you’re mistaken. I’ve always seen you as a guardian, someone who raised me. I’m grateful to you, but that’s all there is.” He let out a laugh, like I’d just told him the funniest joke. “Grateful? Mira, the whole world knows you’ve been in love with me for years. Who are you trying to fool? Do you honestly believe you don’t love me?” He glanced at the desk, his smile growing wider. “Look at all these gifts I’ve given you. You’ve kept every single one of them. And you’re still going to tell me you don’t love me?” He walked over and began picking up the gifts one by one, carefully examining them before looking back at me, his tone suddenly serious. “Put all this away. I’m marrying Lydia now, and you need to stop clinging to these fantasies. We might not be related by blood, but I’ll never fall for you. “And now that Lydia’s pregnant, I don’t want her seeing this stuff. I can’t let her feel uncomfortable. I have to think about my wife and child.” I nodded, casually tossing the gifts into a box. I’d been planning to throw them away before I left anyway, so it worked out that I could take care of it now. Landon frowned, clearly frustrated with my lack of reaction. He stepped in front of me, stopping my hand before I could finish packing. “Mira, can’t you be a little more careful? You’ve even knocked the bunny off this hairpin!” I glanced at the hairpin in his hand. It was the first gift he’d ever given me, after my parents died and he took me in. He’d been their best friend, and this was his first present to me. I’d cherished it for years, never letting anyone touch it. But now, I was casually tossing it aside. Landon clearly couldn’t handle it. “Mira, what’s with the act? You’re obviously still in love with me. Don’t even try to pretend you’re okay with me marrying someone else. You can’t stand it, can you? But here you are, acting like you couldn’t care less. Who are you fooling? “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. You’re so upset about Lydia and me getting married, you’re about to run off to some other country just to get away, right? But now you’re pretending like you’re over it. Yeah, I’m sure you are. “But fine, go ahead. Take your little trip. Lydia’s pregnant and we don’t want you hanging around, getting in her way. So, go. It’s better for everyone.” Then, without another word, he grabbed his phone and transferred 100 thousand dollars to my account. “Take the money. Go travel. See the world. When you get back, Lydia’s pregnancy should be more stable.” His eyes held a strange, almost mocking look as he added, “Take your time. Don’t think about me too much. You’ll have to get used to the fact that I’m getting married. It’ll be weird if we keep bumping into each other after that.” He threw a few more tips my way about my trip, but I wasn’t really listening. He didn’t know I was reborn, and this time, I was really leaving. On the day of his wedding, everyone at the Pierce Villa was up early, running around preparing for the big day. I waited until everything was in full swing, then quietly grabbed my suitcase, slipped out the back door, and took a cab straight to the airport.

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In her desperate bid to be with her childhood sweetheart, my wife, along with our daughter, concocted a vicious lie, accusing me of stealing the groundbreaking research N96. “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a scientist devoid of romance.” “Dad, Mom’s a woman. She needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Jacob’s better for her.” After being ostracized from the scientific community, I gathered evidence to clear my name, only to be run over by them. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of my disgrace. I swiftly divorced, returned to my hometown to inherit my estate, and adopted a wayward child along the way. Under my guidance, this child grew into a polymath, a hacker feared by nations, a doctor without borders, and a top-tier scientist. As I prepared for a peaceful retirement, my daughter sought me out. “Dad, Mom’s now a world-renowned artist. Her paintings are worth a fortune.” “I’ve started my own company, now somewhat of a business prodigy.” “Jacob’s pharmaceutical company has grown immensely, even influencing medical organizations. You wouldn’t believe how many people seek his favor for a single pill from those organizations. And you’re still just a loser!” I smiled wryly. Since they had come knocking, it was time for retribution. ***** “Don’t look at me like that. I just took something from the lab home. Who knew they’d be so tight on security?” “They dragged me in for questioning, and you didn’t even try to protect me. They were so relentless that I had no choice but to throw you under the bus.” Fiona Blake, my wife, lounged on the couch, leisurely painting her nails. Her tone was laced with a hint of resentment toward me. “What did she mean by ‘throwing me under the bus’?” I thought. I stepped forward to demand clarity, but my daughter, Grace Moore, pushed me away. “You’re not thinking of hitting her, are you?” Watching Grace defend Fiona, I worried Grace might misunderstand me, so I quickly tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Mom was right. Losers only find faults in others.” “If it were Jacob, he’d protect Mom without a second thought, even if it cost him everything.” “And you? You just ask for reasons and explanations. Even when I hit that girl I didn’t like, you asked why instead of standing by me. Jacob wouldn’t do that.” Jacob Paxton was Fiona’s childhood friend. They had been engaged, but the promise was shattered when the Blake family went bankrupt. Debt collectors were about to sell Fiona into some red-light district when I sold most of my patents to save her. She cried in my arms, breathless with gratitude. “Gavin Moore, I only have you now.” My heart ached for her after the profound changes she endured, and after we married, I showered her with boundless affection. I ensured she wore exquisite clothes, adorned her nails beautifully, and never had to lift a finger for mundane tasks. When our daughter was born, I was worried she wouldn’t get enough rest post-delivery, so I took on every responsibility for our little girl, including bathing her, changing her diapers, preparing her bottles, and holding her, never allowing Fiona to lift a finger. After each task, she would embrace me, expressing her gratitude. “Gavin, thank goodness for you!” I vowed then to protect her from any harm forever. ***** When the N96 research results went missing, I immediately began gathering evidence to clear her name. I never imagined she would turn on me. A group of people burst through the door, led by someone I recognized as the head of the Scientific Research Security Department. Without a word, they restrained me. As they dragged me out, I heard Grace’s voice. “Mommy, does this mean I can get a new daddy now?” “Yay, you won’t have to secretly meet with Jacob anymore!” I was thunderstruck, struggling to return and confront them, but I was held firmly in place. The trial was public and broadcasted live. Fiona and Grace were also brought in, and they both claimed that I had taken the research result. “I think I saw him talking to a foreigner afterward. I don’t know what he did with it. I swear!” I stared at her in disbelief and whispered hoarsely, “Fiona, tell the truth! When did I ever contact a foreigner?” She flinched, her eyes wide with feigned innocence as she looked into the camera. Her voice was choked with tears. “But I am telling the truth.” “Gavin, you’re my husband, but that doesn’t mean you can force me to lie for you!” Sitting beside her, Grace burst into tears. “Daddy, stop bullying Mommy! You’ve made her cry again.” “You always took out your frustrations on Mom, and now, you want to shift this serious blame onto her. I don’t want a dad like you!” They clung to each other, their sobs mingling in a heart-wrenching symphony, which fueled the online vitriol. I was branded a wife-beater, a traitor to my country. Even within the courtroom, tempers flared. A man, unable to contain his fury, seized a nearby object and hurled it in my direction. He yelled, “You call yourself a man? Picking on women like that?” “What’s even the point of this trial? Just look at him. He’s guilty as a sin, trying to throw his wife under the bus.” “Punish him! Punish this traitor!”

Ultimately, I was expelled from the research community, and my patents were seized by those coveting my position. As the crowd dispersed, Fiona walked past me. I asked, defeated, “Why?” She smiled faintly, “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a dull scientist.” With venom in her eyes, Grace added, “Don’t you get it? Mom needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Only Jacob can give her that!” Before I could respond, her eyes lit up as she sweetly yelled, “Daddy.” I hadn’t noticed when Jacob arrived, but there he stood, his eyes meeting mine with a heavy, almost palpable sense of regret. “Gavin, I’m sorry, but Fiona and I couldn’t help ourselves.” Rage took over, and I threw a punch. “I helped you rise again and get back into that circle, but this is how you repay me?” Fiona screamed, shielding him. “You just helped him connect with the Global Medical Organization. It was his own efforts after that. How can you be so disgusting now?” When Grace was just in elementary school, Jacob’s investments failed, nearing bankruptcy. He sought Fiona to connect with the Global Medical Organization for drugs to network with the elite. I was hesitant at first, reluctant to get involved. But Fiona wailed in despair as she pleaded with me for help. “Gavin, he’s like a brother to me. I can’t bear to see him fall like I did.” “You know how it is in that world. It’s all about elevating the powerful and trampling the weak. I’ve been through it, and I can’t bear the thought of Jacob going through the same. I just want to protect him from that.” My resolve melted under the weight of her sorrow. In the end, I couldn’t refuse her. I reached out to the Global Medical Organization, pulling the strings to introduce Jacob into that exclusive circle. I wanted to give him the chance to acquire the necessary medications and forge the crucial connections he needed. Jacob was grateful then, his company thrived, and our bonds seemed to strengthen. Yet, Fiona’s behavior began to shift in noticeable ways. She started going out more frequently, and suddenly, expensive cosmetics began to appear, items far beyond our usual budget. Even our daughter’s expenses ballooned, growing to a level I could no longer sustain. Whenever I questioned them about these changes, they would exchange glances and weave elaborate excuses. “You’re too suspicious. These are gifts from Jacob. He’s like my brother,” Fiona smiled at me. “Isn’t it natural for a brother to take care of his sister?” she added. “Yeah, Dad, Jacob treats me like his own. Don’t overthink,” Grace echoed. If I hesitated even for a moment, Fiona would swiftly close the distance between us, melting into my arms with a playful smile. “Are you jealous again?” she teased. I always found it so easy to believe there was nothing amiss. But you could never judge a book by its cover. Jacob ultimately took everything from me. ***** Grace gazed at Jacob with eyes full of sympathy, standing shoulder to shoulder with her mother as they both turned against me. “Dad, can’t you stop taking all the credit? It’s Jacob who worked so hard,” she yelled. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I let the security personnel lead me away, resigning myself to my fate. I handed over my responsibilities, packing up the few belongings I had left. The medals that once symbolized my achievements were carefully placed in a frame collected by an official who seemed indifferent to their significance. At that moment, my world began to dim, the light slowly fading from everything I had once held dear. From a young age, I had been captivated by experiments, learning from my uncle and reveling in the thrill of overcoming each new challenge. My parents had urged me to return home and take over the family business, but I had refused, leading them to sever ties with me in anger. That loss had always weighed heavily on me. Then, I found solace in Fiona and our daughter, and my world began to feel full again. But now, I realized it had all been an illusion. As I left the lab for the last time, I found my students gathered at the entrance.

Their faces were etched with reluctance as they gazed at me, some on the brink of tears. “Mr. Moore, we know you’re not that kind of person,” one of them blurted out. “Mr. Moore, will you ever come back?” another asked, voice trembling. I remained silent, fighting back the tears in my eyes, and snapped coldly, “What are you all doing here? Get back to your posts. ” “You’re all brilliant. Use your talents to contribute to the country. ” “As for me, just think of me as a fleeting moment in your lives.” I couldn’t linger. I hurried away, my steps quickening. The voices calling out behind me pierced the air, but I was too much of a coward to turn around. Just as I was about to leave the research facility, I unexpectedly encountered a group of trendy-looking strangers at the entrance. The leader pointed at me and sneered, “There’s the traitor.” My heart skipped a beat, a sinking feeling settling in. I tried to retreat, but the gate had already closed. The guards didn’t even glance my way, as if I were trash. The group, faces hidden behind masks, shoved me to the ground and began to kick and punch me mercilessly. “The country gave you everything, and you sold our secrets to foreigners!” they yelled, each blow fueled by rage. “Kill the traitor! It’s our duty!” I fumbled for my phone to call the police, but my hand was stomped on, and the device was kicked away. The beating grew more vicious. Just as I thought I couldn’t breathe from the pain, I saw a familiar figure. Fiona was pulling Jacob along. I called out to her in a broken voice. “Help… call the police…” But Fiona just stood on her tiptoes, covering Jacob’s eyes. “Jacob, you get squeamish at the sight of blood. Don’t look.” She looked at me with disgust, her tone dripping with contempt. “It’s just a few kids messing with you. You know, ‘spare the rod, spoil the child.’ They’re just showing you some tough love. ” “Enjoy it. I’ll make sure to tell the guards to keep the gate closed.” She tightened her grip over Jacob’s eyes and added, “He’s used to working in the lab for days on end, roughing it out. But you’re different. ” “Let’s go inside and talk business. We’ll deal with the rest later.” As I watched her walk away, I felt a surge of absurdity wash over me. When her family went bankrupt and she was taken to settle debts, she had called everyone she knew, but no one was willing to help. They all saw her family as a lost cause. In the end, she turned to me. She sobbed over the phone, pleading, “I don’t want to go with them. Please, save me.” I worked through the night, gathering all my patents, even preparing to swallow my pride and ask my parents for money. Thankfully, the patent fees were enough to buy her freedom. I had sworn to protect her from ever feeling that fear again. ***** The group laughed at my futile plea for help. Worried I might escape, one of them picked up a rock and smashed it against my ankle. I screamed in agony and passed out. Afraid I might die, they dragged me to a nearby patch of grass. The sky had quietly cloaked itself in a layer of dark clouds, their oppressive presence casting a somber, brooding gloom over everything. After some time, the clouds burst, and raindrops pattered against my face, waking me. I tried to stand, but the pain in my leg was excruciating. I wondered if it was fractured. I hobbled home. I didn’t know what I looked like, but I could see the horror in the eyes of passersby. I must have been a mess. As soon as I got home, I heard some passionate moans. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and on the couch, two figures were entwined. Fiona saw me and hastily covered herself with a blanket, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Are you dead? You couldn’t knock? ” “Do you get off on watching me cheat on you?” I thought I had grown accustomed to her dual personalities, but this moment shattered that illusion. My emotions spiraled out of control. I grabbed the clothes from the floor and threw them. “Get out! Get out! Fuck off!”

Fiona calmly dressed herself and left with Jacob on her arm. Not long after, I received several taunting messages from Jacob. Jacob: [Did you think today was an exception? Mr. Cuckold.] I froze, and a barrage of photos followed. They weren’t just in the living room; my marital bed, the bathroom, and even the balcony bore witness to their infidelity. The images were sordid, their glaring evidence of infidelity strewn like shards of broken trust throughout my home. Jacob sent a voice message. “Do you know how tightly Fiona clings to me? If you could satisfy her, do you think she’d have come back to me?” “Fiona told me you’re always so clinical with her. She’s never been happy. You really are a failure, Gavin.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your wife and daughter.” I braced myself against the wall, a surge of nausea rising in my throat. I couldn’t hold it back and vomited. I knew he was baiting me. Fiona and I had met in high school. She was the embodiment of wealth and grace, while I was just a nerd engrossed in experiments. Unlike the other boys, who buzzed around her like bees to bloom, I didn’t harbor dreams of dating her. Indeed, I simply wanted to admire her from a distance. After we married, I was like a nervous wreck, always careful not to overstep, afraid my actions might offend her. Everything I did was with her permission, out of respect and love. I didn’t want her to feel like an object and to think my affection came with ulterior motives. Now, it seemed all my efforts were seen as weakness in her eyes. I wiped the blood from my mouth and sank onto the couch. After a quick patch-up of my wounds, I hurried to the study. Jacob’s photos had jogged my memory. Before we married, I had installed a security camera in the living room because I was often away from home. It had been on ever since. I pulled up the footage from the day the N96 research was stolen. There was Fiona, clutching a black box, pacing nervously until she saw Jacob. Only then did she relax. She threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Their bodies soon intertwined, but I fast-forwarded, focusing on their conversation. “This should be useful to you. It’s an active substance extracted from a rare fungus that is supposed to delay cellular aging.” “Your pharmaceutical company is at a critical stage. This could be a game-changer.” I was stunned. Fiona had once shown interest in my lab work, begging me to share some non-confidential details. “Just tell me a few things. I’m just curious about your job.” “Isn’t there anything interesting? I really want to know.” I had relented and told her about the discovery. Her eyes had sparkled with excitement, but I had no idea that her interest was all a pretense, a way to gather information for Jacob. Jacob hesitated, asking, “What will happen to you if this goes missing?” Fiona laughed dismissively. “I’ve covered my tracks. I used Gavin’s ID badge, and I’ve taken care of the surveillance footage.” “When they investigate, all roads will lead to Gavin.” “I’ll pretend to be coerced, and with Grace’s help, Gavin will be too heartbroken to reveal everything. Then, we can finally be together openly.” My heart turned to ice, and I laughed bitterly. So, it had all been her plan. Even my daughter was part of this deceit. I had poured my heart and soul into raising her, giving her everything she desired, including beautiful clothes and gourmet food. I had cherished them both, treating them like royalty. Yet, they were ungrateful, always wanting more, as if I hadn’t given them enough of my very being. I saved the footage and audio before I called the research department. The person who answered was my trusted colleague, David Paxton. I quickly recounted the entire story and sent him a backup of the surveillance video. “Buddy, whether I can clear my name depends on you now.” He nodded eagerly, and his voice was filled with determination. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.” But as soon as the call ended, David dialed another number. “Fiona, your ex has been secretly recording at your home.” “The N96 leak is out in the open now. He’s probably heading to the lab. If this blows up, you, me, and my brother will be involved. None of us will get away with it.”

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To cheer up my depressed adopted sister Sienna Evans, my parents, Charles Evans and Lyla Evans, didn’t dare show me too much love, even locking me in a dark room over seven hundred times. It was all to see her smile. They initially felt guilty about it. Still, eventually, even my most loving brother, Rylan Evans, came to see it as perfectly usual. Only when Sienna’s depression started to improve did I finally gather the courage to beg them on my knees to seal up that dark room. But at Sienna’s birthday party, I just wore my only T-shirt, and that was enough to make her tear up and ask Charles and Lyla if I didn’t like her. Charles, Lyla, and Rylan comforted her while throwing me back into that pitch-black room. “Claire, you’re her big sister. You need to be more considerate of your sister’s feelings. “If you hadn’t insisted on wearing such trashy clothes, your sister wouldn’t have gotten so upset. “You’re used to this after all these years anyway, so what’s one more time?” I huddled in the corner, pulling at my hair, unable to speak. Three days later, they finally let me out, warning me not to make Sienna sad again. But I just stared at them blankly. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” ***** The middle-aged couple in front of me froze momentarily, looking surprised at my question. Their surprise quickly turned to impatience. “Claire, stop messing around and come out already! “Your sister wants one of your baked cupcakes, so make her one!” At the mention of “sister”, my head suddenly throbbed like it was being stabbed with needles. Countless images flashed through my mind, but they were all blurry and unclear. One thing was sure, though, those memories were probably all painful ones. The people outside kept pushing, and their noise made me feel worse by the second. I had no choice but to step through the doorway carefully, but as soon as I touched the light, I couldn’t help but scream. The moment I made contact with the outside, my skin burned like it was on fire. I shrank back in terror, then heard a young man’s voice. “Claire Evans, what are you playing at? Didn’t you say you hated being in the darkroom? Now we’re letting you out, and you’re acting up? “Come out quickly. Don’t upset Sienna!” Like the middle-aged couple earlier, this man had a bad attitude toward me. My whole body was shaking, and I couldn’t respond. I didn’t want to go out at all. They were right. I hated this pitch-black place. I was so scared of the dark that my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. The world outside was bright, but something in my mind warned me that stepping out there would only bring me closer to pain. The overwhelming fear slowly disappeared when I curled up like a baby, hugging myself tight. That was when I heard a girl’s voice again. She sounds upset, her tone tinged with hurt. “Dad, Mom, Rylan, haven’t you gotten Claire to come out yet? “It is all my fault for being so stubborn. Is Claire staying in there because she’s mad at me? “Claire, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. Won’t you please come out?” I could hear her crying. The three people who were so harsh with me rushed to comfort her, their tone a hundred times gentler than when they spoke to me. “Sienna, don’t overthink it. It isn’t your fault. “Claire’s the one being difficult and throwing a tantrum. You’re our precious girl! Why should you apologize to someone like that?” I thought, “Someone like that? Are they talking about me?” I rubbed my chest, feeling a dull ache. Was I feeling sad because of what they said about me? But I really couldn’t remember anything. It was like a fog had settled over my past, making everything hazy and unclear. The people outside didn’t care what I was thinking—they spent time comforting their precious girl. I heard their footsteps as they led the girl away. But in the next second, a large hand suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Claire, how dare you trigger Sienna’s condition again! “You’re too vicious to deserve being my sister! “Get out here and apologize to Sienna right now!” It was the voice of the young man from earlier. He called me his sister, but his attitude toward me wasn’t brotherly. He treated me more like an enemy. Before I could understand what was happening, he lost his patience and burst into the dark room, grabbing my arm to drag me out. I couldn’t match the strength of a grown man, but my fear of the outside world made me struggle instinctively. “No, please don’t!” I grabbed the only table in the dark room with both hands, gripping it so hard my nails were about to dig into the wood. When he noticed my fear, he just let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, now you’re scared? Where was this attitude before? “People like you need to learn your lesson hard!” He kept pulling me forcefully toward the door. My nails, deeply embedded in the wood, snapped off, and I cried out in pain as it shot through my fingertips. “Shut up! If you disturb Sienna again, you’ll regret it!” This man, who claimed to be my brother, kicked me, trying to make me quiet down. When I kept screaming, he covered my mouth with his hand. I was so terrified as we approached that door that my whole body shook. I bit his hand hard in a burst of courage I didn’t know I had. He yelped in pain and let go of me. I scrambled away, crawling back into the corner. He laughed angrily. “Well, Claire, you’ve grown some teeth!” In the darkness, using the dim light from his phone, he swung his arm and slapped me across the face. “You’ve got zero class for a young lady of the Evans family. How dare you bite people? “Weren’t you the one begging us on your knees not to put you in the darkroom before? What’s with the act now? “All this just because you don’t want to apologize to Sienna?” I stayed silent, just feeling shocked. I thought, “Are these people my family?” I thought family should support each other and live together in harmony. At worst, they might become like strangers to each other. But what were these people doing? They locked me in a dark room, beat me, and yelled at me! They didn’t even stop when I got on my knees and begged! What was I to them? Was I their daughter, sister, or enemy? A chill ran through my body as I found no answers. When I didn’t answer, Rylan got even angrier. “Fine! If you don’t want to come out, you can stay in there forever for all I care!” He kicked the door hard and ordered someone to lock it. Before he left, I heard him tell the others not to bring me food or water. The dark room fell silent again. No, silent wasn’t the right word. It was dead quiet. They must have used some soundproofing material because once the door closed, I couldn’t hear anything except my heavy breathing. I stayed sitting in the corner. I couldn’t hear anything outside or tell how much time had passed. But my cramping stomach reminded me of one thing… I needed food. My memory was fuzzy, but I must have been in this dark room for several days. Nobody had brought me food during that time, explaining why I was so hungry, and my stomach hurt so badly. I clenched my fist against my stomach, trying to ease the pain. But my stomach wasn’t having any of it. After countless bouts of abuse, it felt like it was riddled with holes, making me break out in a cold sweat from the pain. I banged my arm against the door, hoping someone outside would rescue me. It was a motion I’d perfected from what felt like a thousand times before. But the door remained shut even after my strength gave out. This place felt like a prison cell built just for me. Time dragged on until my lips were cracked and dry, and I nearly collapsed from exhaustion when the door finally clicked open. A plainly dressed woman walked in, carrying a weak flashlight beam. Her face filled with sympathy when she saw me. “Ms. Claire Evans, is your stomach acting up again? “I brought you some medicine and oatmeal. You’d better eat quickly before Mr. Rylan Evans and the others find out.”

As she spoke, she placed a tray before me. On the tray were some stomach medicine and a bowl of warm oatmeal. I swallowed hard, and although the woman seemed familiar, I kept my guard up as I looked at her. I asked, “Who are you, and why are you bringing me food?” The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. “Ms. Claire Evans, don’t you remember me?” she asked. I nodded slightly and told her about my apparent memory loss. The concern in her eyes grew even more profound. If she hadn’t told me she was Nora Haven, the housemaid, I would have thought she was my actual family member. After all, the people who locked me in that dark room hadn’t even treated me like a human being, let alone shown any concern for me. I thanked Nora and took the stomach medicine, then picked up the bowl of oatmeal and began taking big gulps. It was just plain oatmeal, but I had no idea how long I’d been starving. “Take it easy. There’s more in the kitchen if you need it. “I just can’t understand what Mr. and Mrs. Evans were thinking! How could they treat their daughter like this?” Nora looked at me with pity while expressing her anger at the unfair situation. From her, I learned about the Evans family’s story. It was like something out of a soap opera. My name was Claire Evans, and I was the Evans family’s biological daughter. At birth, Sienna and I were switched. They only found me and brought me back when I was ten. Lyla, Charles, and Rylan initially felt guilty about their long-lost blood relative. But they favored Sienna more, and when she developed depression from fear of abandonment, they chose to sacrifice my happiness. They took away the large bedroom that was initially meant for me, and despite me being their real daughter, they told everyone I was adopted. They always accused me of bullying Sienna, and to make her happy, they built this dark room to punish me. Nora had just started working for the Evans family this year. Still, she had witnessed me being locked in this dark room dozens of times. Each time, I would beg them not to lock me up. But the Evans family always remained unmoved by my pleas. She had always felt sorry for me, but what could a housekeeper do about her employer’s decisions? “Ms. Claire Evans, you tried hard to win their approval, caring so much about their affairs. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that!” Nora looked like she was on the verge of tears. Since losing my memory, I honestly didn’t care about what that family thought anymore. When she talked about the past, it felt like listening to someone else’s story. I felt nothing, neither sadness nor joy. I reached out and held her hand. Nora’s hands were rough but warm. “Thank you, Nora. You’ve helped me so much already.” Nora wiped her tears with her free hand, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t quite understand. “It’s better this way,” she mumbled. “It’s better that you forgot.” I heard her but didn’t dwell on it, focusing instead on eating my oatmeal. I was so hungry I could have eaten the plate, but my stomach seemed unusually small. I hadn’t even finished half of this tiny bowl of oatmeal, but I was already feeling full. I felt reluctant to waste it, but my stomach wasn’t feeling great. Just as I was about to return the bowl, a cold voice came from the doorway. “Nora, Claire, what are you two doing?”   “Ms. Sienna Evans, what are you doing here?” Nora’s face was filled with terror. I turned to look at the girl standing in the doorway. She wore a silk nightgown, with smooth hair falling perfectly down her back. It was meticulously styled. I glanced down at myself, wearing just a cheap cotton T-shirt that cost maybe twenty bucks, with my dry, split-ended hair and arms as skinny as twigs. Compared to this little princess Sienna, I didn’t look like an Evans family heiress. As I was lost in thought, Sienna let out a cold laugh and slapped Nora across the face. “This is my house. Who will tell me where I can and can’t go? “You’re nothing but a servant. How dare you try to boss me around?” She acted incredibly arrogant, utterly different from the delicate flower she pretended to be in front of the Evans family. I caught a glimpse of venom in her eyes and saw she was about to strike again, so I instinctively stepped in front of Nora. Sienna stopped, giving me a challenging smirk. “Claire, you still don’t know your place in this family!” She grabbed a bowl from nearby and smashed it hard against the floor. The sharp sound echoed clearly through the quiet night. The previously arrogant Sienna suddenly slapped herself hard and collapsed at the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. Tears sprang to her eyes on command, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled with sobs. Her acting could rival any Hollywood star. “Claire, why did you hit me?” she cried out. The footsteps from outside quickened their pace. The three people from that afternoon appeared again at the darkroom door, positioning themselves protectively in front of Sienna. “Sienna, are you okay? What happened?” they asked. Sienna covered her face with a pitiful expression. “I thought Claire must be hungry since she hadn’t eaten, so I brought her some food. “But when I opened the door, Nora was there. They accused me of enjoying Claire’s misfortune and said I didn’t belong in the Evans family. “Dad, Mom, Rylan, should I return to the countryside so Claire won’t hate me anymore?” Charles and Lyla’s anger flared instantly at seeing their precious daughter’s frightened expression. “Claire, you’ve completely lost your mind! How dare you do this to Sienna!” Their voices thundered. They were raging, acting like I had committed some unforgivable crime. Nora stepped in front of me, trying to explain, “That’s not what happened! I was the one who brought the oatmeal!” Rylan let out a sneer. “Oh really? So you’re saying Sienna is lying about this? “Nora, we only hired you because you begged to see Sienna. We brought you here solely because you’re her birth mother. “Now it all makes sense why Claire turned out to be such a liar who makes up stories. You must have taught her these bad habits!” I looked at Nora, and suddenly, that strange feeling of familiarity clicked into place. So she was my mother all along. Nora stood in front of me protectively. Though she wasn’t huge, it felt like she was trying to shield me from the world. “Claire is a good person! She has never been a bad kid! “You’re the ones who can’t see the truth! “She has done so much for all of you! “Mrs. Evans, did you know Claire gets up before dawn daily to make your headache medicine? “Mr. Evans, Claire especially learned massage techniques to help with your fatigue whenever you needed it. Have you forgotten that, too? “And Mr. Rylan Evans, who was always there to help when your stomach acted up? It was Claire! “She’s just a child, for heaven’s sake!” Listening to Nora’s outburst, my so-called family members froze as if trying to remember if I had done everything for them. Seeing their faces show signs of wavering, Sienna couldn’t sit still any longer. “If it weren’t for me, everyone wouldn’t overlook Claire. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have shown up here!” she cried. “Claire is such a good girl. Even my mother doesn’t love me, so you all love Claire more.” She picked up a piece of broken porcelain while crying, then stumbled upstairs through her tears. From her behavior, it looked like she might harm herself. The Evans family immediately panicked. Lyla turned on Nora in fury. “You’re so heartless! You only care about Claire, but Sienna is your daughter! “You’re just a nanny! Who are you to meddle in the Evans family’s business? Take your things and get out!”   They rushed upstairs after Sienna without glancing at me, worried she might do something foolish in her distress. Only Nora and I remained in the dark room. “Claire…” Nora’s voice broke as she sobbed, her eyes filled with unmistakable pain for me. “I’m so sorry… If I hadn’t been so careless with the baby switch, none of this would have happened.” “You’re not the one who needs to apologize.” I shook my head. She wasn’t the only one involved in the baby switch, but at least she had cared enough to become a nanny for the Evans family to be near her child. The Evans family, on the other hand, kept hurting me over and over, even though I was already the one who had lost everything. I started to feel grateful that I had lost all my memories of these people. If I were still my old self, foolishly waiting for my family’s love, I would only be more hurt. After all, in the eyes of the Evans family, I was just an outsider, worth less than Sienna’s little finger. I opened my arms and hugged Nora. When I embraced her, she momentarily tensed up before hugging me tightly. As I felt her bony frame against me, she choked out a curse. “The Evans family are such heartless monsters! “And Sienna… How did she turn out like this? The Evans family loved her more than anyone, so why can’t she accept you?” “I guess she sees me as some kind of rival trying to take everything from her.” I could understand why she felt insecure. She was their precious princess who suddenly found out she wasn’t their biological daughter. But she shouldn’t have kept trying to hurt me like this. If tonight’s events were all her act, she probably orchestrated all my past suffering, too. “Claire, come stay with me. “I may not be as rich as the Evans family, but before you returned to them, I never let anyone treat you this badly.” Nora wiped her tears as she held my arm, which had become as thin as a twig. “How did you end up getting bullied like this? You were such a good kid. “Look at you. You’ve gotten so thin.” Her face showed nothing but genuine concern and affection. My heart finally settled, like a dandelion seed finding its place to root after drifting in the wind. “Okay, I’ll go with you.” The choice was clear between the Evans family and Nora, my former mom, who chose to help me and speak up for me. Sensing my fear, she held my hand as we left the dark room. Strangely enough, I wasn’t scared as I stepped into the light this time. Sienna’s room was on the same floor as mine. As we went up to pack our things, we spotted Rylan standing in the hallway, smoking. The glowing ember and swirling smoke betrayed his agitated mind. His already furrowed brow tightened even more when he saw me. “Claire, who permitted you to come out?” he demanded. “Are you here to apologize to Sienna?” He looked down at me with cold eyes, showing no hint of warmth. The old me would have panicked under his questioning, desperately wracking my brain for what I might have done wrong. But now, I just walked straight past him, keeping my eyes forward. “Claire, are you deaf? Why aren’t you answering me?” Rylan snapped. Rylan angrily grabbed my arm, but Nora quickly stepped between us. “Keep your hands off her, Rylan! “None of you want Claire in your family, but I do! I’ll take her away from here!” Rylan burst into uncontrollable laughter as if he’d heard the funniest joke. “Stop lying to yourself. Claire’s just a money-grabbing brat who tries to steal Sienna’s cash at school. You think she’d leave with a mere housekeeper?” I gently tugged at Nora’s sleeve as she tried to defend me. “Mom, ignore him. Let’s pack our things.” “What did you call me?” “What did you just call her?” Two voices rang out simultaneously—one filled with excitement, the other with disbelief. Lyla, who had come to check on the commotion between Rylan and me, had caught those words as they left my mouth.

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My brother’s wife, Audrey Bradley, had turned her pregnancy into a full-time career as a lifestyle influencer, streaming her pregnancy journey. Meanwhile, she treated me like her personal servant, demanding I cook, clean, and run endless errands for her. She even had the audacity to suggest I quit my job to become her full-time caretaker. When I finally stood up for myself, my parents took her side, pointing out that my measly three-thousand-dollar teaching salary was nothing compared to the 10 thousand dollars she pulled in monthly from streaming. My brother Joshua Bradley’s response was even worse. He slapped me, claiming I should be grateful for the “privilege” of caring for his unborn son. After I moved out, they destroyed what remained of my life by spreading vicious rumors at the school where I taught, ultimately getting me fired. Then Audrey had a miscarriage and tearfully accused me on her livestream of deliberately poisoning her food. One of her obsessed fans tracked me down and stabbed me to death. Audrey leveraged the tragedy to boost her brand, turning my death into a marketing opportunity. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the beginning, on the day Audrey first started streaming and demanded I cook for her. ***** On her livestream, Audrey beamed at the camera in her maternity wear. “Everyone, my husband’s sister Eloise will be home at noon today. I’m going to have her make us lunch!” The viewer count topped 10 thousand as comments flooded the screen, all praising Audrey’s “queen-like” pregnancy lifestyle. [Audrey’s so lucky! Pregnant women should just relax and let others handle everything.] [Eloise needs to step up. She’s been so lazy. What kind of family member doesn’t take care of a pregnant woman?] [Watching Audrey has shown me pregnancy can be pure luxury. We pregnant women deserve to be queens. Everyone else is just the help!] Reading these one-sided comments, I gripped my phone tightly as a chill ran down my spine. Audrey and Joshua had rushed into marriage when she was one month pregnant. My parents had consulted a quack who declared it would be a boy. The entire family had immediately started treating Audrey like royalty. She’d specifically targeted me because I was a kindergarten teacher, claiming this made me perfect for serving her. Though confused by her logic, I’d tried my best to accommodate her endless demands. At first, she claimed she couldn’t pour her own water for fear of burns and asked me to serve her water. She said she needed the fruit cut into small pieces before she could eat it. Worried about getting hurt by the knife, she asked me to cut it and bring it to her. If fruit wasn’t arranged perfectly on the plate, she’d complain it affected her appetite and hormones. Her daily streams showcased this healthy, comfortable pregnancy lifestyle while hawking endless pregnancy-related products. She cast herself as the queen and me as her servant. I’d tolerated it all because she was pregnant. But her demands grew increasingly outrageous. She insisted I prepare special pregnancy-friendly meals for her streams, only to order barbecue and spicy food the moment the camera stopped rolling. When her face broke out from her actual diet, she demanded I buy her thousands of dollars worth of skincare products. She also mentioned that I wasn’t taking good care of her and asked me to quit my job to become her full-time caretaker at home. When I finally protested, my parents erupted. “You’re just a kindergarten teacher making three thousand a month. Audrey makes over 10 thousand dollars from streaming. You should be honored to serve her, even if it means quitting your job.” Joshua’s slap still stung as he shouted, “My wife is carrying my child. You should be grateful to serve her!” I moved out in anger, thinking distance would solve the problem. Unexpectedly, they showed up at my school with banners, spreading such vicious rumors that the administration had no choice but to fire me. Then came Audrey’s miscarriage during her livestream. Through theatrical tears, she accused me of poisoning her meals and sabotaging her pregnancy out of jealousy, claiming my own “multiple abortions” had left me barren and bitter. Her followers exploded with rage, hunting down every detail of my life until one particularly unhinged fan found my address and murdered me. Audrey leveraged the tragedy perfectly, turning my death into a marketing goldmine. Only after dying did I learn the truth. Her own unhealthy diet had threatened miscarriage, so she’d decided to weaponize the situation, using me as a scapegoat to boost her following. Now, watching her current stream, I heard her chirp, “Everyone, I’ve planned today’s healthy pregnancy menu. Watch my husband’s sister prepare it! And don’t forget, all these nutritious ingredients are available in my shop!” I heard her key in the lock just as she’d done before. I closed the streaming app with a smirk. I wouldn’t be playing the role of her “servant” in this lifetime.

“Eloise, why are you still in bed? Come make my pregnancy-safe lunch!” Audrey burst in, phone held high to capture every moment. When I didn’t respond, she launched into her practiced routine. “I’m pregnant! What if the baby gets hungry because you made me wait? What kind of family doesn’t care about a pregnant woman?” I gave her my sweetest fake smile. “Audrey, it’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t know how to cook.” Her practiced pout turned to a frown. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you in the kitchen yesterday. “You’re just being difficult. I’m carrying your nephew. Can you live with yourself if something happens to him?” I maintained my innocent expression. “Oh, that? I was just heating up a frozen pizza. “Anyone can do that, but proper pregnancy meals? That’s way beyond my skills. Would you like me to make you a pizza instead?” She couldn’t say yes, not when her entire meals centered on clean, healthy eating during pregnancy. Pizza was the antithesis of her carefully crafted image. Her expression cycled through several emotions before settling on contempt. “Then learn to cook! Do you expect me to eat your greasy, undercooked food? “You make barely any money, live here rent-free, and you won’t even cook a simple meal? Are you really that useless?” My eyes flashed with genuine anger. “I may not make much, but I support myself. “And how much of my salary goes to buying you luxury fruits and expensive ingredients? “Remember when you demanded that soup, then threw it on me because it was ‘too bland’? The hospital bill for those burns cost me hundreds!” I covered my face, shedding tears. “Audrey, I’m your husband’s sister. Why do you treat me like a servant?” Her face darkened. Without missing a beat, she sank to the floor, clutching her stomach. “Oh, the pain! My baby! I’m going to lose my baby!” My mother burst from the next room. “What’s wrong? Is my grandson okay?” Audrey bowed her head, sobbing perfectly. “I was too demanding of Eloise. She got upset and yelled at me. It’s all my fault.” My mother whirled on me, hand raised. “Eloise! She’s pregnant. Can’t you be more considerate? A little housework won’t kill you!” I backed away quickly. “Mom, I’m not her servant. “If you’re so concerned about her pregnancy meals, why don’t you cook them? Don’t you care about your grandson?” That left her speechless. She didn’t want to cook either, so she just let Audrey boss me around. Just then, my father returned. “Why isn’t lunch ready? Are you waiting for me to cook? What if my grandson gets hungry?” he demanded. I retreated to my room, leaving my mother to grudgingly handle lunch after my father’s scolding. Checking Audrey’s stream, I watched the comments fly by. [Eloise is horrible! She won’t even cook? What kind of family is this?] [So cruel! Doesn’t she know pregnant women come first? There’s a baby involved!] [Hold on. Eloise said she can’t cook. You can’t force someone. And why isn’t Audrey’s husband’s mother helping?] [Didn’t Eloise spend all her money on Audrey? And got burned because of her? What more do you want?] The debate raged, but Audrey’s loyal followers dominated the conversation. They branded me heartless, uncaring, and ignorant of pregnant women’s needs. Some wished me bad marriages, miscarriages, and a lifetime of neglect. I took screenshots with a blank expression. Even when I’d done everything Audrey asked, she’d never shown me an ounce of kindness in return.

That evening, just as I received notification of Audrey starting another stream, she burst into my room. “Eloise, since you’re a kindergarten teacher, you must know about prenatal education. You need to help make my baby smarter!” she demanded, as if being a kindergarten teacher somehow made me an expert in everything child-related. I met her request with a knowing smirk. In my previous life, she’d made the same demand. I’d diligently researched prenatal education and played classical music for her, but that hadn’t been enough. She’d insisted I read aloud to her unborn child. She would lie there pretending to sleep, but the moment I stopped reading, she’d snap awake and accuse me of not taking her son’s education seriously. I’d read until my voice gave out, leaving me unable to speak the next day. Even then, she’d shown no guilt, just complaining that my inability to speak was disrupting the baby’s education. “Eloise, did you hear me? Do we need to ask you to handle even this simple task?” I looked up to find Joshua standing behind her. His presence only amplified Audrey’s confidence; she tilted her chin up, radiating superiority. I secretly clenched my fists and took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Joshua, Audrey, prenatal education isn’t something to approach casually. If you want the best for your son, we need to prepare properly,” I replied. Joshua stroked his chin thoughtfully. “What kind of preparation are we talking about? And when should we start?” I ticked items off on my fingers. “We’ll need reference materials, specially designed prenatal music, and appropriate books. “But since Audrey will be listening too, she should choose what she likes.” Audrey’s eyes lit up. “Of course! The mother’s mood is crucial. I’ll go to the bookstore tomorrow to pick everything out!” Noticing her excitement, I knew she was planning to make me read storybooks endlessly. I lowered my head to hide my expression. Audrey snorted with pride, feeling that she had regained the dignity she had lost during the day. “You’ll use whatever materials I choose, understand? If my son’s IQ doesn’t hit 180, I’m holding you responsible!” she said. I nodded vigorously, and she strutted away, satisfied. Checking her livestream, I found the mocking comments. [See? She knows her place now. The baby is everything!] [Audrey’s amazing. Such a strong mother fighting for her child’s future!] [Better check that kindergarten certificate though. Is Eloise even qualified?] [Audrey’s so kind to give her another chance. Most people would’ve kicked out such an unhelpful family member.] Audrey beamed at her camera. “As a mother, everything I do is for my child. Every mother understands that. “I’ll be shopping for prenatal education materials tomorrow. So join my stream to see what I recommend. Everything will be available in my shop!” Her followers showered her with virtual gifts and praise until she finally ended the stream. The next day, while she went shopping, calculating her potential profits, I seized the opportunity to install hidden cameras throughout the living room. Audrey returned after 1 p.m., immediately heading for the kitchen. “Where’s all the food? I want smoked salmon!” “Audrey, you’re pregnant, and you can’t have raw fish or spicy food. I cleared everything unsafe from the fridge today.” “Who gave you that right?” she snapped. “I’ll eat what I want! You can’t control me!” I affected a hurt expression. “But you said in your stream you should eat healthy. I was just following your advice.” She slammed her hand on the table. “That’s just for show! You think I’m actually eating that bland garbage? Go order me salmon.” I complied, ordering smoked salmon and beers. Audrey was happily sitting in the living room, enjoying her meal. When I walked back into the room, I finally allowed myself to smile. I checked my monitoring feed, which was streaming live to an account I’d created: [WARNING: Pregnant Women Doing Everything Wrong!]

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I watched my sister, Eliana Meyer, die before my eyes, stabbed by gangsters who were supposedly trying to save me. At least, that was what everyone believed. In the aftermath of her death, my mother, Grace Meyer, made an unthinkable suggestion that I should marry Eliana’s widower, Caleb Grant, to ensure her seven-year-old daughter Zoey would be properly cared for. Under Caleb’s roof, I endured countless humiliations and brushes with death, all to protect my young niece. Yet the truth, when it finally emerged, was far more twisted than I could have imagined. Eliana hadn’t died at all. She was very much alive, flaunting her new life on the arm of a wealthy man. “Madelyn, I must thank you,” she said with a smirk, “for enduring that sadist on my behalf. Not only did you raise my troubled daughter, but you’ve also left me quite a generous inheritance—tens of millions of dollars.” Even young Zoey, whom I’d sacrificed everything to protect, turned against me. She joined Eliana in spreading vicious rumors that I had murdered Caleb. The cyberbullying that followed was relentless. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. I was reborn and found myself thrust back in time to the moment when Grace first suggested I marry Caleb. ***** “Eliana is gone, and Zoey is only seven!” The words pierced through my consciousness. “That poor child could end up dead at the hands of some cruel stepmother before she even has a chance to grow up!” My stomach churned with phantom pain as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The scene before me was awash in white. Mourners with bowed heads, their quiet sobs filling the air. Grace clutched at my legs, her wails echoing through the funeral hall. The familiar voice brought me back to full awareness. I was reborn! Noticing my lack of reaction, Grace struck me across the face. “Madelyn Meyer, you heartless bastard!” She rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. “Your sister died saving your life, and you can’t even shed a single tear? How can you be so cold?” I touched my stinging cheek and met her gaze with steel in my voice. “Eliana didn’t die saving me. Those criminals were after her.” In my previous life, I’d discovered that Eliana had somehow managed to clear a massive debt overnight. Before I could uncover the source of her sudden wealth, she was “killed” in what appeared to be an act of heroic sacrifice to save me. Grief had blinded me to the suspicious circumstances surrounding her death. Grace suggested that I marry Caleb to repay his years of kindness to our family and to ensure Zoey wouldn’t suffer at the hands of a stepmother. Caleb threatened to demand repayment of all the money he’d given our family if I refused. Grace couldn’t come up with so much money. With my father long dead, Grace had worked multiple jobs just to raise me and Eliana up. In the end, I had no choice but to agree. Only after the marriage did I discover Caleb was a sadist who took pleasure in torture. I endured his brutality to shield Zoey, never knowing that she stood outside the door during my ordeals, laughing at my screams. I raised Zoey with great difficulty, and Caleb died. But it turned out to be a complete scam. This time would be different. I wouldn’t be manipulated into paying Eliana’s debts or sacrificing myself. Grace’s face contorted with rage at my defiance. “You must have caused Eliana’s death! Why else would those men spare you? “You must have been involved with them somehow and them to kill your sister! My poor daughter couldn’t even rest in peace because of you!” The gathered mourners began to whisper, their accusations growing bolder with each passing moment. I’d never understood Grace’s blatant favoritism toward Eliana throughout our childhood. Though we were twins, she’d chosen to send Eliana to community college while denying me the chance to attend a prestigious university. It wasn’t until my dying moments in my previous life that I’d learned the truth: Eliana and I weren’t true twins at all. She was the product of Grace’s affair with her first love, and everything had been orchestrated to pave the way for Eliana’s happiness. “Since Eliana died in your place, you should marry Caleb,” Grace declared.

The statement shocked the assembled mourners into silence, though none dared speak in my defense. This was, after all, Eliana’s funeral. I let out a bitter laugh. “Mom, Eliana is dead. Why should I marry her husband?” Grace’s grief vanished instantly, replaced by an unsettling smile. “You can care for Zoey, and you’ll finally have someone to marry. Isn’t that perfect?” Perfect? It was perfect only for Eliana’s schemes and Caleb. Before I could respond, a male voice cut through the tension. Caleb appeared, dressed inappropriately bright for a funeral, striding purposefully toward us. “Your mother is right,” he said. “Now that Eliana is gone, it makes sense for you to marry me, Madelyn. As Zoey’s aunt, you must care about her welfare more than anyone else would.” He pushed Zoey in front of me. I saw something in the seven-year-old’s expression that chilled me to the bone. There was a darkness there that no child should possess. Zoey had always been troubled. Eliana had dismissed her behavior as a sign of exceptional character, claiming she was “different” from other children and destined for greatness. But I remembered how she’d progressed from tearing classmates’ dresses to deliberately blinding another child with a pencil. As Zoey grew older, I increasingly felt that something was wrong. Grace had always excused Zoey’s violence as the natural response of a motherless child. When Caleb had turned his perverted attention toward Zoey, I’d stepped in to protect her, becoming the target of his sadistic impulses instead. I’d worked myself to exhaustion to keep her in school, enduring Caleb’s torture to protect her. Yet she’d responded by treating me like a servant and joining in the abuse. She’d justified it by saying I deserved it for “killing” her mother. I endured it silently out of guilt. When Eliana came back, Zoey brushed me off without a second thought, eagerly spreading lies about me murdering Caleb for his inheritance. Eliana had long been aware of Zoey’s violent tendencies. To escape from the sadistic father-daughter duo, she faked her own death and left me to deal with all the fallout. Now, facing Grace and Caleb’s calculated manipulation, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The sudden sound startled everyone present. “Does this mean you’ll marry Caleb?” Grace asked, overjoyed. “No,” I replied, still chuckling. “I’m just happy for Eliana.” Confused faces turned toward me. “Her body’s barely cold,” I continued, “and here you are, already trying to pass off her husband and daughter. I wonder if she’d be angry enough to rise from the dead if she knew.” Grace’s face drained of color. “What are you talking about? Eliana is dead! Her body is cold!” Ignoring her protests, I stepped forward and lifted the coffin lid. A gasp escaped my lips as I peered inside. “Where’s Eliana? Could she really have risen from the dead?”

The crowd surged forward, their faces contorting in shock as they peered into the empty coffin. The very idea that Eliana could somehow have returned to life left them dumbfounded. I knew better. Grace’s devotion to Eliana would never have allowed her to suffer in a coffin any longer than necessary. In my previous life, she’d rushed to hold the funeral the very day after Eliana’s death. Even then, I’d harbored doubts about Eliana’s sudden “murder.” The attackers hadn’t demanded money or shown any other criminal intent. Why kill her? But whenever I tried to investigate, Grace had shut me down, insisting we let Eliana “rest in peace” as quickly as possible. After Caleb and I held the wedding, Grace prevented us from obtaining a marriage certificate, claiming it would dishonor Eliana’s memory if I officially took her place as Caleb’s wife. I’d found it suspicious, but Zoey’s tears had eventually worn down my defenses. Only later did I realize the truth. They needed to preserve Eliana’s legal status as Caleb’s wife so she could inherit his property. Panic flashed across Grace’s face as she watched her carefully constructed lies begin to unravel. “I… I deliberately arranged for an empty coffin,” she stammered, scrambling for an excuse. “I was worried that too much wailing would disturb Eliana’s spirit.” The mourners’ expressions darkened. They’d come out of respect, only to be accused of being too noisy in their grief. Caleb wasn’t buying it. He seized Grace by her collar, his face contorted with rage. “You scheming witch! Is my wife dead or not? “Is this all some elaborate performance you cooked up with that bitch? I’ve poured money into your family for years, and all I got was a daughter! Even if that woman is dead, Madelyn owes me a son!” Grace trembled under his grip, managing only to promise him an answer within a few days. Though clearly unsatisfied, Caleb released her with a curt nod. Before he left, he turned his lustful gaze on me, warning Grace to keep me in good condition and avoid causing him any further trouble. As Caleb’s footsteps faded, Grace raised her hand to strike me. Then, she caught herself, remembering Caleb’s warning. Her eyes burned with barely contained fury. I caught her suspended hand, forcing tears into my eyes. “Mom, Eliana didn’t really die, did she?” Grace sneered, “Oh, now you remember I’m your mother? Is this how you repay everything I’ve done for you?” The hatred in her gaze intensified. But I only responded with a knowing smile.   Caleb had left Zoey behind at the funeral, and Grace seized the opportunity to push her into my care. Despite my reluctance, Zoey’s tears and pleas to stay with me played on my guilt. Still, I took her home. Zoey was quite smart and knew who was nice to her. Unfortunately, in my previous life, I treated her wholeheartedly, yet she ended up turning on me cruelly. I set her up in the guest room. That night, I fell into an uneasy sleep, only to be jolted awake by a flash of light. A small figure stood in the darkness, practicing stabbing motions with a kitchen knife. Cold sweat trickled down my spine until I recognized Zoey’s silhouette. Relieved, I switched on the light. “Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked. But Zoey just smiled and asked, “Aunt Madelyn, are you trying to take Dad away?” The question confused me. But memories of my previous life’s ending steeled my resolve to avoid entanglement with this family. I shook my head in denial and ushered her back to her room. As I locked my door, her parting words echoed in my mind, “Aunt Madelyn, my mother finally ran away. Are you going to be my new mother now?” My hands trembled on the lock. Zoey had known everything all along. In my previous life, all my sacrifices and kindness had meant nothing to her. I forced myself to sleep, pushing away the thoughts. The next morning brought Eliana’s scheduled cremation. Grace stood beside the stretcher, performing her grief with theatrical sobs. The mourners, still stinging from yesterday’s rebuke, maintained a stony silence. Seeing her audience unresponsive, Grace stopped crying. She motioned for the funeral home staff to wheel away the body. “Wait,” I called out, extending my hand. “Let me see Eliana one last time.” Grace glared at me. “What do you want?” “We’re twins,” I said, sobbing. “Something tells me she’s come back to us.” “What nonsense!” Grace’s hand rose to strike me again, but Caleb caught her wrist. Her fear of him was instant, and she manifested in an awkward laugh. With Caleb’s backing, the other mourners found their voices, encouraging me to look. Without hesitation, I pulled back the cloth covering the corpse. The face beneath was caked with powder, features completely obscured. “This isn’t Eliana at all!” I shouted.   I snatched up the identification tag lying. Grace lunged for it, but as she tried to grab it from me, she lost her balance and fell. I fixed the funeral home staff member with a stare, demanding, “Where is Eliana’s real body? She died in an accident. If her body is missing, you’re complicit in covering up a murder.” The threat had its intended effect. The long-haired woman posing as staff began to tremble. I’d noticed as soon as I arrived that she clearly wasn’t a genuine funeral home employee. Under pressure, she led us to another room. There lay Eliana, her eyelashes quivering slightly. She’d obviously just positioned herself there. I allowed myself a satisfied smile. After all, her body would be cremated soon. Grace opened her mouth to protest. But Caleb cut her off coldly, “Since Eliana was my wife, I want to witness her cremation personally. No one leaves until this is done.” Grace’s behavior after Eliana’s death had raised Caleb’s suspicion. He suspected this might be Eliana’s act to escape him, and he wouldn’t believe she was truly dead until he saw her body reduced to ashes with his own eyes. Zoey clung to Caleb’s clothes, a knowing smile playing across her face. The mourners watched with poorly concealed curiosity. Caleb pinned Grace to the ground as the long-haired woman began wheeling Eliana toward the crematorium. As the stretcher approached the flames, I noticed Eliana’s fingers twitch in response to the heat. “Wait!” I cried out. “Look at her hand! It’s moving! It might be a final reflex!” I quickly pulled the stretcher back. Observing Grace’s oddly calm expression, I knew their plan: Eliana would pretend to regain consciousness from the heat, claiming some sort of shock-induced coma. But I wouldn’t let that happen. I threw myself over Eliana’s body, sobbing dramatically, “Eliana, have you come back to see us? I knew you couldn’t bear to leave us like this!” As I clutched at her clothes, I made sure to dig my fingers into her flesh where no one could see. Her body tensed, and her brows furrowed slightly in pain. “Look!” I exclaimed. “She’s responding to me! If we keep talking to her, she might come back!” The others ignored my outburst, assuming I was simply overwhelmed by grief. I wiped my tears and began reminiscing about our childhood. “Remember when we were little? We used to compete to see who could hold their breath longer underwater. “You taught me a special trick, pinching the nose tight, like this.” I demonstrated by clamping her nose shut, curious to see how long she could maintain her act. “Oh, Eliana, you’re doing so well now,” I continued through my tears. “Why haven’t you woken up yet?” As her face began turning red, I increased the pressure. Finally, Eliana couldn’t take it anymore. She sat bolt upright, slapping my hand away and gasping for air. “Eliana, you really are alive!” I exclaimed in mock surprise.

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After a cold war with my husband, William Dawson, I was fatally stabbed three times during a robbery. My twin sister, Hannah Palmer, drowning in gambling debts, deliberately took my place after my death to get close to William. She acted like a complete doormat around William. Unlike me, she never got jealous of William’s first love. She’d even bring them condoms when they were fooling around in our marital bed. William finally cracked and asked Hannah what happened to his jealous wife, who used to fight for his attention. I had to laugh at that. I’d been dead all this time. How hadn’t he noticed? ***** The door opened, and my husband, William, walked in from outside. Behind him was Eleanor Bishop, his first love. His smile vanished when he glanced at the dining table, replaced by a stern expression. Instead of looking for me, he called my name commandingly. “Hazel Palmer, didn’t I tell you I was bringing Eleanor over for dinner? Where’s the food?” “I” quickly poked my head out of the kitchen. I had a placating smile on my face. “I’m sorry, Honey. Let me get you some fruit to snack on while I finish up. Dinner will be ready soon.” William frowned at my response, which was unusual for him. I knew precisely why he was frowning. I had changed from how I used to be. In the past, I couldn’t even stand hearing Eleanor’s name, let alone having William bring her home for dinner. But now I was, wearing an appeasing smile, not angry at all, even offering them fruit to tide them over. Eleanor was surprised by “my” behavior, but she quickly composed herself and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” With that, she walked into the kitchen. She picked up the pot of boiling water from the stove. But she was careless. Her hand slipped as soon as she lifted it, and the pot crashed to the floor, splashing scalding water all over me. “My” skin instantly turned an angry red. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Eleanor apologized to me. William rushed into the kitchen immediately. Still, his first words were to Eleanor instead of checking my injury. “Are you okay?” His question seemed to snap Eleanor out of her daze. Her eyes turned red with tears. “William, I didn’t mean to. I was trying to help…” Probably afraid that “I” would blame Eleanor, William cut in before “I” could speak. “Hazel, Eleanor didn’t do it on purpose. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being careless!” He then turned to Eleanor, his voice softening as he comforted her. “Don’t worry. She won’t be mad. I know you didn’t mean it. Just ignore her!” I found William’s words laughable. Of course I wouldn’t be mad. The reason “I” wouldn’t be mad was because the person standing in front of him wasn’t me. It was my sister Hannah. Hannah and I were twins. But we had different personalities. I was warm and obedient since childhood. At the same time, Hannah had always been rebellious and cold. Hannah and I were like two parallel lines heading in entirely different directions. While I followed our parents’ wishes, studying and growing up according to plan, Hannah dropped out of high school and even landed in jail for fighting, making our parents so angry they practically disowned her. After Hannah got out of jail, our parents gave her ten thousand dollars and cut ties with her, declaring she was on her own. I hadn’t seen Hannah since then. A few years after I graduated from college and started working, I married William. Hannah wasn’t at my wedding. I had never told William about having a twin sister named Hannah, so he had no idea that the person standing before him now, pretending to be me, was my sister. The next time I saw Hannah was the day I was stabbed to death by a criminal. I was lying there covered in blood, and the attacker had already disappeared. I was at the entrance of an alley, and my phone was dead, so I was about to call passersby for help. At that moment, someone happened to walk by.

I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. She walked toward me, and only when she stood right before me did I recognize her as my sister Hannah, whom I hadn’t seen in years. She clicked her tongue at the sight of my blood-covered body and said, “Well, well, Hazel. Never thought I’d find you in a worse state than me after all these years.” Hannah called for an ambulance, but it was too late. By the time I reached the hospital, I had already lost too much blood. The doctor pronounced me dead. After learning that Hannah was my next of kin, the doctors released my body to her care. Hannah couldn’t care less about my body. She went through my belongings, taking everything valuable, like my phone, wallet, and bank cards. She used facial recognition to unlock my phone easily and transferred money from my bank account. After emptying my accounts, she must have gotten bored because she started scrolling through my chat history. That was when she discovered I had gotten married to a wealthy husband. Hannah touched her face, identical to mine, as a devious plan began to form in her mind. Facing a massive debt of several hundred thousand dollars, she saw an opportunity to solve her problems by extracting money from my husband in my place. So she hastily disposed of my body, kept my death a secret from everyone, and stepped into my life. As for me? After death, I became a wandering spirit, following Hannah and watching everything unfold. ***** Returning to the present, I watched Hannah examine her scalded leg, raising an eyebrow. She played with William’s concern, telling Eleanor, “It’s fine, just a burn. I know you didn’t mean it, but even minor burns need proper medical attention…” William caught Hannah’s drift and pulled out his phone, transferring some money to her. “I’ve sent you ten thousand dollars. Go get that treated at the hospital!” When the bank notification pinged, Hannah smiled. “Sure thing, Honey. I’ll head to the hospital and get it taken care of,” she replied smoothly. William frowned slightly at how quickly she agreed. Hannah turned and walked out of the apartment. Instead of going to the hospital, she went straight to pay off her debts with the ten thousand dollars William had transferred. I had no idea how much money Hannah had borrowed over all these years. But one thing was clear. If this continued, William would end up completely broke. I wasn’t worried about William at all. I looked forward to the day when Hannah would drain him dry. The thought made me laugh at the irony of it all. The old me would have hated to see Hannah drag William down into her mess. But now, I felt nothing but peace about it. ***** When Hannah came to her senses, it was already evening when she finished paying off the debt. She wandered outside longer, not heading home until eight o’clock. But Hannah couldn’t have picked a worse time to return. When she opened the door, she caught Eleanor snuggling up against William, the two looking cozy. William and Eleanor jumped apart the moment they saw Hannah. I let out a bitter laugh. I’d lost count of how often I’d seen William and Eleanor getting intimate. William used to be discreet about it, but now he didn’t even try hiding it anymore. “Oh, sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you two. Please, carry on! I’ll get out of your way…” Hannah started to close the door after witnessing the scene. She still needed William’s help with the debt, so she knew better than to make him unhappy. But William moved faster than Hannah could close the door. He grabbed her arm. “Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not what you think with Eleanor and me. She was dizzy, so I steadied her in case she fell…” I could hardly believe my ears. William, who always called me unreasonable and a shrew, was trying to explain his behavior to Eleanor. Hannah maintained her smile, completely unfazed. “It’s totally fine. I understand. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She started to turn around and close the door to leave. William grabbed Hannah’s arm with a sudden burst of unexplained anger. “Hazel, aren’t you jealous at all?” “Why should I be jealous?” Hannah replied with genuine confusion. “If you like Eleanor, I’d be happy for you…” She continued speaking, completely missing William’s darkening expression. Before she could finish, he roughly grabbed her wrist and demanded, “Hazel, shouldn’t you be throwing a fit right now? Or are you playing hard to get with me?!” William’s words hung in the air. Hannah found his reaction completely absurd. I found it just as absurd as she did. He used to hate it when I would make scenes and act like a jealous shrew. Now that Hannah had become his idea of a perfect, understanding wife, he was utterly lost.

“I’m not upset, William. I truly am happy for you,” Hannah spoke calmly. “Whether you like Eleanor or someone else, you can bring either home. I don’t mind.” “Are you being honest with me?” William stared intently at her, his brows furrowed as he searched her face for hidden feelings. “Yes, completely honest.” I’d expected William to be thrilled when Hannah said those words. Instead, his face darkened with an icy, unhappy expression. “I’ll get out of your way then,” Hannah continued, ignoring his cold demeanor. “But William, I’ll need some money for a hotel. Could you transfer some to me?” William’s expression grew even darker. “Money, money, money! That’s all you ask for lately. Do you want money? Fine, here! Take it and get out!” He pulled a credit card from his pocket and threw it at Hannah’s face. Hannah didn’t get angry. She picked up the card and walked away. I couldn’t help but find William’s expression somewhat amusing. Ever since Eleanor had returned from abroad, William had been wholly devoted to her. He had neglected me, his wife of seven years. Whenever I questioned him about his relationship with Eleanor, he accused me of making a fuss over nothing. Now that Hannah was a compliant wife instead of a questioning one, he wasn’t happy either. ***** Hannah lay in her hotel bed that night. She kept staring at the credit card William had given her, turning it repeatedly in her hands. “William’s loaded… I wonder how much I could get in a divorce settlement,” Hannah muttered. The next day, Hannah called lawyers to discuss divorce proceedings. She stayed away from home for several days, busy with preparations. On the seventh day, Hannah received a text message from William. William: [I’m out of condoms. Bring some over.] Not only was William sleeping with her first love, but he was deliberately rubbing it in “my” face. I would have cursed him out if I had been on the other end of that phone before. I would have hung up on him hard. If that weren’t enough to cool my anger, I would have tracked him down for a screaming match and a physical fight. But now, I feel nothing for him. I just had a calm urge to laugh. But Hannah was different from me. In her world, she only knew how to obey to get more money from William. As expected, she agreed to his request. Hannah bought a box of condoms and delivered them to William’s hotel room. She knocked on the door. The door quickly opened, and William froze momentarily when he saw Hannah. “I can’t believe you actually came,” he said in a dull voice, somewhere between addressing her and talking to himself. William stood there, clearly surprised by her presence. “Do you need anything else? If not, I’m leaving,” Hannah said flatly, ignoring his comment. Her words snapped William back to reality. Seeing she was about to leave, he grabbed her arm roughly. “Hazel, what happened to you? Why have you changed so much?” Instead of answering, Hannah asked, “About the money for the condoms…” William frowned deeply. “Money again! Is that all you care about?” “Yeah, that’s right. Don’t worry. As long as you pay me, I won’t get in the way of you and Eleanor. You two can be together without any concerns. “I’ll even divorce you if the price is right.” William finally realized something was seriously wrong with “me” at that moment. His voice was confused as his eyes scanned me up and down. “You were never like this before, Hazel. “Where did the old you go?” I floated in the air as I let out a sneer. Didn’t he know I was already dead? Hannah wanted to leave, probably afraid of exposing her identity. “If nothing else, I’ll be going now.” William tried to grab Hannah but only caught her clothes. Her collar tore at the shoulder, revealing the spot where my birthmark should have been now wholly bare. William noticed this immediately. He stood there speechless, his jaw dropped. “You’re…”

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To steal money to treat the cat of my husband’s first love, Lauren Davis, my 7-year-old son, Charlie Sinclair, locked me on the balcony on a 109-degree Fahrenheit day. By the time my husband, Reginald Sinclair, and Charlie came back to let me out, I was already on the verge of death from the heat. Fortunately, I was rescued in time by a neighbor and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. After waking up from the brink of death, suppressing my anger, I wanted to hear Charlie’s explanation. But he said in a grievance, “Mom knew that cat was Lauren’s emotional support, yet you didn’t let me and Dad take the money from home to treat it. That’s why you almost died in the sun after just a short while.” Reginald chimed in, “In the future, you’d better listen to Charlie. Don’t be so petty. Only by doing more good deeds can you get good rewards.” The money they stole was the tuition fee I had saved for Charlie for a long time. I wouldn’t take care of Reginald and Charlie anymore and just let them keep subsidizing Lauren. The day before Reginald and Charlie came to pick me up, I left the hospital and completely cut off contact with them. ***** When I woke up in the hospital the next day, there was no one in the entire ward except me. It felt like I was abandoned by the whole world. Well, it was almost the same. After I had been rescued from the ICU yesterday, Reginald took Charlie and left. The money I had painstakingly saved for four years was squandered by Charlie just like that, all for the sake of saving Lauren’s hairless cat, which didn’t seem to have any serious problems at all. It was something that could have been easily fixed in a small hospital for just a few dozen dollars, but they had to steal my money and take it to the most expensive hospital for treatment. The nurse who pushed the door open asked me, “Do you need to hire a caregiver? Why haven’t your family members come yet?” I just nodded to her. During my two-day hospitalization, Reginald and Charlie only showed up once. But they kept blaming me for being exposed to the high-temperature sun on the balcony, saying it was all my fault. They even blamed me for not being a good-hearted person and not taking out the money to save Lauren’s emotional support. Reginald and Charlie were now busy taking care of Lauren’s cat. Just as I was thinking about this, my phone alerted me that Lauren had updated her Instagram. After all, I couldn’t resist and clicked in. In the video, the three of them were in the most expensive pet hospital in the city. Lauren stood aside, constantly handing tools to the man washing the cat in front of her. That was my husband, Reginald. And my son, Charlie, was feeding fruit slices to Lauren beside them. The three looked like a happy family of three. There was not a trace of disgust on Reginald’s face as he carefully washed Lauren’s cat. I had also raised a cat. That cat had accompanied me for seven years. When I got married to Reginald, I even brought it to our new house. Because Reginald couldn’t accept it, I specially bought a cage to keep it. But what did Reginald do? When I was three months pregnant and went out to buy groceries, he threw my cat off the 30th floor. He even said to me righteously, “You’re pregnant now. Keeping a pet isn’t good for our baby. You’re not a child anymore. Don’t be so willful. Besides, I hate cats.” How could he hate cats that much? He just hated me. Later I found out that the main reason Reginald threw my cat down was that Lauren was about to return to the country at that time, and Lauren was allergic to cat hair. For Lauren’s sake, under the pretext of the baby in my belly, he cruelly killed my cat. In the video, when Lauren lowered her head to eat the fruit slice Charlie handed her, the large metal sequin on her earring accidentally scratched Charlie’s hand. Blood gushed out instantly. For a moment, I somewhat expected what kind of reaction Lauren would show when facing the enraged Charlie. Could she still keep pretending? A year ago, Charlie had been being naughty and accidentally hit my earrings while playing on my body. He then forcefully yanked my earring off my ear, and my earlobe became inflamed and festered for a week. Charlie even demanded that I never wear any jewelry again. However, I was thinking too much after all. Instead of getting angry, Charlie comforted Lauren instead, “It’s okay. It’s just a small wound. It’ll heal soon.” He seemed to be afraid of making Lauren sad. The clerk who handed over a Band-Aid suddenly interrupted, “Good boy! You are so kind to your mom.” Charlie immediately changed his expression. “Lauren isn’t my mom.”

My heart skipped a beat at that moment. I wondered if Charlie would explain in front of outsiders. But then his next words sent my heart plummeting. Charlie said, “My mom isn’t as pretty as Lauren. All she does every day is cook and clean, looking all dirty and ugly. She’s just like a maid.” Reginald, who was still washing the cat, didn’t say a word in my defense. I suddenly laughed, feeling a sense of relief. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have expected any family affection from this cold-blooded pair, Reginald and Charlie. I wouldn’t care about them anymore. If Reginald and Charlie loved Lauren, let them. Three days later, when I was discharged from the hospital, I didn’t see a trace of Reginald or Charlie. Well, I hadn’t expected them to pick me up anyway. I asked if Reginald was available today, thinking that if he was, we could go to the Courthouse to get a divorce. Just as I finished packing my things and walked out of the hospital, Charlie called me. As soon as I answered, his sarcastic voice came through. “Lauren’s cat is doing much better now. It’s all your fault for not handing over the money earlier. Otherwise, it would have recovered from its illness long ago.” In his eyes, a sick cat was more important than me, his mother. I wasn’t going to argue with him but just asked, “Is your dad beside you? Didn’t I arrange to meet him today?” Immediately, Lauren’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Oops, Michelle, I’m so sorry. The three of us got back to my place late after bathing the cat yesterday. We slept in and didn’t have time to pick you up.” Reginald seemed to snatch the phone. “Why are you telling her all this? Michelle, you’re an adult. Can’t you come back by yourself?” I said calmly, “I was planning to ask you to go to the Courthouse to get a divorce.” “Can you stop being so unreasonable? I’m going to make DIY rings with Lauren and Charlie later. If you’re home, remember to iron my suit.” With that, he hung up the phone mercilessly. Well, that was great. While they were out, I packed all my stuff into two large suitcases. As I was leaving, I saw the suit that Reginald had asked me to iron on the living room sofa. I picked up a pair of scissors and cut it into pieces, just like my love for him. He had time to go make DIY rings with Lauren but no time to iron his suit. I looked at the cheap ring on my finger. It was ridiculous. I had once begged Reginald to make DIY couple rings with me. But he said it was useless and a waste of time. He just bought me a random one from a street vendor, and I’d been wearing it until now. What was even more ridiculous was that the store they went to was exactly the one I’d always wanted to go to. I saw the Instagram post from the store. In the video, the three of them were busily making rings. Lauren kept wiping the sweat off Reginald’s face and also made a new silver necklace for Charlie. Charlie immediately yanked off the gold necklace around his neck that I’d bought for him with my pre-marital savings. He said, “This gold one Michelle bought is so tacky. Who knows if it’s real or not? This one you made for me is much prettier, Lauren.” I’d been thinking that even though Reginald had taken all the money in the family to support Lauren, the gold necklace around Charlie’s neck could be sold to cover his tuition. But he just threw the gold necklace into the trash can. After putting on the silver necklace, he closed his eyes and made a pious wish, saying, “I hope Michelle gets out of our house soon and Lauren moves in early.” He was so impolite now that he even called me by my name. I pushed my suitcases out the door, thinking, “Well, as you wish, Charlie. I hope you’ll still be this happy when Lauren moves in.”

The taxi I took pulled up in front of my good friend Kayla Watson’s house. There was always a room in Kayla’s house reserved for me. She looked quite surprised when she saw me knocking on the door. “What’s wrong? Did you fight with Reginald?” I smiled at her and explained, “I’m planning to get a divorce. The paperwork isn’t done yet. I’m gonna ask him to do it tomorrow.” Kayla, all excited, pulled me into the house and started asking for details, “So, what about that brat Charlie? Is he gonna be with you or what?” “With his dad. He doesn’t need me that much,” I answered. Kayla said, “I told you so. Neither Reginald nor Charlie is any good, including that slut Lauren. You finally see it now.” I smiled bitterly, “Yeah, I should’ve listened to you and left earlier.” “It’s not too late now, though. I heard there’s an art exhibition in Parinuss. The organizer likes your works from eight years ago and wants you to paint a few more. Are you gonna fly to Parinuss next?” said Kayla. I nodded. “I talked to them yesterday. They said they’d cover the flight and accommodation. They’re gonna invite me to go to Franunn for further study and attend the exhibition in half a month.” Kayla was genuinely happy for me when she heard this. Seeing I wasn’t in a good mood, she didn’t keep talking to me and just let me sort things out in the room by myself. I dug out the paintbrushes and drawing paper that had been at the bottom of my suitcase. How many years had it been since I last touched these things? About eight years, probably. After I got married to Reginald, I never picked up a paintbrush again. And after having the baby, I was taking care of the kid every day. I quit my job and took care of everything around the house. I was really like a free nanny Charlie said I was. After I finished tidying up, I sent Reginald a text, asking him to meet me at the Courthouse entrance at nine in the morning. Everything would be wonderful and promising after tomorrow. The next day, I arrived at the Courthouse entrance ten minutes early. The weather in coastal cities could change in a flash. Just a few days ago, it was 109 degrees Fahrenheit. But today, it looked like a typhoon was coming. I waited until noon, and the Courthouse staff had already gone off work for lunch. But I still hadn’t seen Reginald. I sighed and decided to find a place to eat first. However, as I was passing by a store, I suddenly saw a billboard on the second floor swaying in the wind, about to fall. Right under the billboard, a little girl was squatting on the ground, playing with marbles. Before I could even think, I rushed over and shielded the little girl. I felt the billboard smash hard onto my forehead, and blood instantly blurred my vision. Thankfully, the little girl was okay. But I was pinned down by the heavy billboard and couldn’t move. My consciousness started to fade, and I vaguely heard Reginald’s voice. He said, “Lauren, Charlie, hurry up and get away from here and into the car. We shouldn’t have come out for fondue today. It’s so windy.” Lauren seemed to have seen me. “There’s someone over there who seems to have been hit by a billboard.” I could also faintly hear Charlie’s voice. He said, “Mom said there are a lot of people out there trying to extort money after an accident. We’d better not get involved. There are so many people around anyway.” Everything went black in front of me, and I passed out completely. On the other side, Reginald took Lauren and Charlie home safely. He looked through our chat history several times. Then, he stared at Charlie and asked, “Has your mom contacted you?” Charlie shook his head and said nervously, “Mom isn’t really mad this time, is she? Maybe we should go back.” Reginald said, “Your mom usually does whatever we ask. She was so obedient and meek. She must have listened to Kayla and is trying to force us to give in. Giving in once isn’t a big deal, but I’m afraid she’ll get spoiled and we won’t have our freedom anymore. “Even if your mom is heartless and ignores me, she won’t be able to bear leaving you. If you want your mom to admit she’s wrong, let me think about what illness we should make you fake…” Before he could finish, his phone rang. It was Kayla calling. “Charlie, you son of a bitch. Michelle made an appointment with you to get the divorce papers. How could she be on that desolate and wrong road? How could she get hit by a billboard? Do you know she lay there for an hour before someone found her and sent her to the hospital?”

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After getting married, my husband had a vasectomy, and I had my uterus removed because he said he loved me so much that he couldn’t bear anyone stealing my love for him, including our children. So he wanted us to be DINKs. However, after the surgery, I accidentally caught his inner thoughts, “Humph, Audrey Morris, this stupid woman. I said I wanted to be DINK and asked her to have a sterilization operation, and she did it. Although I’m sterilized, I have a son. Later, I’ll coax her into adopting my son and let her take care of my son. In the future, her and her parents’ property will be my son’s. That’s so great!” In shock, I stared at my husband, Charles Weber, unable to imagine that these were the true thoughts of the man who usually doted on me so much. Seeing my distorted expression, Charles asked tenderly, “Honey, does it hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor?” I shook my head, and Charles’ inner thoughts rang out again, “With her whole family helping me raise my son, I can have a happy life with Sophie!” ***** I looked at the baby, who was only one week old, lying on my bed and clenched my fists. No wonder Charles kept urging me to have the surgery. It turned out that Sophie Robson, my aunt, had already given birth. I thought there was a rare true love between Charles and me, so I trusted him completely. However, in the end, I was an idiot. I was tricked into having my uterus removed, and his son had already been born, and it was even with my aunt, Sophie. No wonder Sophie suddenly went to work in another city last year. It seemed that she went there to have a baby. Charles didn’t notice my anger. With a document in his hand, he kept urging me, “Didn’t you hear me? Go with me to go through the formalities for Roy.” I covered my stomach and walked towards the guest bedroom with a pillow. I felt sick at the sight of Charles and didn’t want to stay in the same room with him for even a second. I said with a blank expression, “I just got out of the hospital, and my wound hasn’t healed yet. Let’s talk about it when I’m better.” Charles suddenly grabbed me. I lost my balance and stumbled, affecting my wound. I grimaced in pain. Charles, however, didn’t seem to see my painful look and even accused me, “Why are you so selfish? It has been a week since Roy was born. We must do it right away, or he can’t even get vaccinated. “You’ve been out of the hospital for a week. Can’t you even bear this little pain? “Besides, Roy is your aunt’s child. She had a baby out of wedlock. If it weren’t to save her from embarrassment, I wouldn’t have adopted Roy.” Charles’ inner thoughts came to my mind, “Roy is my son, and he should be by my side. After your parents die, I’ll get rid of you. If it weren’t for Sophie’s low education level and thin fortune, I wouldn’t have married you.” I was stunned. Charles had been setting me up from the very beginning. All his tender words and deeds during our relationship were just a trap for me. I was not a pushover. Since Charles set me up, then I would get back at him. I called my mom, Grace Morris, and said, “Mom, Sophie has had a child.” I thought with the way Grace doted on Sophie, she would definitely make a big fuss and dig out the culprit who got Sophie pregnant. By then, Charles couldn’t hide it. But what Grace said shocked me. “I know Sophie is living with you to recover after giving birth. You’ve been discharged from the hospital, and it’s just right for you to take care of her.” Charles wasn’t surprised. He looked at me as if he had known it all along. Charles’ inner thoughts rang out, “Grace has long known about Sophie’s affairs with me. If it weren’t for Grace’s acquiescence, how dare I have a relationship with Sophie? Poor Audrey. Her parents don’t love her at all!”

My parents did favor Sophie a bit more. Grace had told me that it was because my grandparents had passed away when Sophie was a child, and Grace felt sorry for her. They had only been kind to Sophie, and all the family property would be mine. But it was a bit too much to be so kind as to allow Sophie to have an affair with my husband. I rushed to the second bedroom. When I opened the door, I saw Sophie lying on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt. There were blood-stained tissues on the floor, and the room was filled with the smell of milk and urine. Sophie was busy playing games on her mobile phone. When she saw me, she ordered, “Audrey, pour me a glass of water. I’m thirsty.” I ignored her, returned to the master bedroom with tears in my eyes, and locked the door. I called Grace again to question her, “Mom, you knew that Sophie and Charles had an affair and even had a child. Why didn’t you stop them?” Grace’s explanation made me realize that once a woman got married, she had no home. It was terrible enough that Charles had set me up, but Grace also set me up. She said, “You didn’t want to have children, and Sophie gave birth to a child for you. It’s pretty good. “Your grandpa left a large inheritance back then. Sophie was still young at that time, and all the money was spent on you. I couldn’t give her any money, so you have to pay off this debt. It’s just a husband. What’s the big deal about giving him to her? “I’m pregnant now. I have checked, and it’s a boy. The family property will be left to your brother. Don’t think about getting anything.” I roared, “Mom, you hardly gave me any living expenses when I was a child. What right do you have to say that all the money my grandpa left for property was spent on me? You’re 50 years old, and you still want to have a son. Aren’t you afraid that you will die on the operating table?” Grace hung up the phone. My hand holding the phone was trembling. Grace had been blinded by money. Most of my salary after I started working went to her. I gave her over a million dollars a year. In the end, she was afraid that I would covet her property. I had no one to back me up. This time, I would fight alone. I had money, and I was the one in control. I booked a room at a postpartum care center. After having surgery, I had to recover my health. Besides, a healthy body was required if I wanted to fight back. The staff of the postpartum care center came to my home to pick me up soon, but Charles stopped me. “You didn’t give birth. Why do you have to stay at a postpartum care center? I’ll take Sophie and Roy there. You stay at home and take care of yourself.” Sophie leaned weakly on Charles and said in a soft and sweet voice, “Audrey, I’m your aunt, but I’m only eight years older than you. You’ve always liked to compete with me since you were a child. Why are you still competing with me after I gave birth to a baby? “I know you can never be a mother, and you’re jealous of me. If you really want to go and stay in a postpartum care center, I’ll let you have it.” The staff from the postpartum care center was puzzled. “Who among you is the new mother?” The door of my house was open, and some neighbors were watching for the fun. I deliberately raised my voice and pointed at Sophie, saying, “She’s the woman who gave birth. She’s my aunt, but she had a baby out of wedlock, and we don’t even know who the father of the child is. “My husband has been running around for her during her delivery. He even signed the agreement for the operation. People who don’t know might think that he is the father of her child. “I booked the postpartum care center because I was tricked into having my uterus removed, and I need sufficient recuperation. The director said that the center can accept someone in my situation.” Charles understood my implication and immediately pushed Sophie away. Sophie looked at him with a pitiful expression. “Why did you push me? It hurts.” Charles quickly explained to me, “Audrey, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t have an affair with Sophie.” Charles’ inner thoughts came to my mind, “Audrey has an annual salary of over two million dollars and has been working for eight years. She must have saved a lot of money. Once I cheat all her money, I’ll find someone to sell her and her family abroad. This way, I’ll avenge Sophie and get a fortune. It’s not time to fall out yet.” The neighbors whispered, “It’s obvious that she has an affair with her niece’s husband.” “This woman is so stupid. She shouldn’t give her husband to her aunt.” “Maybe it’s not that she gave him away. Her husband and aunt might have been secretly together for a long time, and she has no choice but to acquiesce.” “It’s so shameless! Post it online and expose the two bastards!”

Charles rushed out in a hurry to grab the neighbor’s phone. He was a somewhat well-known host at the local TV station. If such negative news that violated moral principles were to break out, he would surely be fired. Charles warned, “Delete all the videos, or don’t blame me for being harsh!” The neighbor said disdainfully, “Who do you think you are? How dare you order me? You’re just a small-time host. Try laying a finger on me, and I’ll make you lose your job in no time.” After saying that, the neighbor slammed shut the door. Charles came back and yelled at me, “You did it on purpose, huh? You framed me and Sophie. Why? What’s the benefit for you?” It was good for me, but I couldn’t say it for now. I snorted, “There’s no benefit. I just want to do that!” The people from the postpartum care center noticed something fishy and protected me as they escorted me out of the house. Charles said coldly, “Audrey, if you dare to step out of this house today, I will make you regret it!” I strode away. I wanted to see what he would do to make me regret it. During this month at the postpartum care center, I hired a lawyer and made plans for all my property. I had to protect it to the greatest extent possible. Besides, I carefully formulated a revenge plan. I would drive Charles and Sophie out of my house. The neighbor exposed Charles online, and Charles was fired. He kept calling me, asking me to give him money to make arrangements so that he could transfer to working behind the scenes, but I refused him. I froze Charles’ credit card and cut off Grace’s living expenses. A month later, I recovered and was discharged from the care center. Instead of going home, I rented a house and moved in. The first thing I did was to file for divorce at the court. I had thought Charles would pester me. Unexpectedly, he agreed to the divorce and the property division plan I proposed. The evidence I had collected for a month seemed to be of no use. At his request, I went home to sign the divorce agreement, but what awaited me was a large iron cage. When I entered the house and saw the cage, I had a bad feeling and turned to leave, but Charles grabbed me and pushed me into the living room. He sneered, “Since you knew everything, there’s no need to hide it anymore. Your family owes Sophie something, and it’s time to pay it back.” Looking at the ropes and the chainsaw on the table, I slumped to the floor. Sophie grabbed my collar, and her eyes were full of hatred as she stared at me. She sneered with a fierce look, “Audrey, before my parents passed away, they left me a large inheritance. Your mother refused to return it to me. As her daughter, you should pay for her debt. “Actually, I don’t care that much about the money. After all, your parents raised me. But they treated me like a servant. I dropped out of school at the age of eight to take care of you. Yet you are ungrateful. I have an affair with your husband. Is a man more important than the family bond between us? None of you in your family are good people. You all deserve to die!” I tried my best to suppress my fear and persuaded Sophie. “It was my parents who wronged you. When I was a kid, I was just like you. We were both so hungry at school that we had to drink tap water, but my parents went on trips abroad and bought luxury goods. “Grace doesn’t love me at all. If it weren’t for some reason, she would have tried to have a son a long time ago. If you want to take revenge, go after them!” Sophie picked up a knife and pointed it at my hand. “I will take revenge on them, but I’ll start with you first.” I hesitated for a moment and then told Sophie, “Grace is pregnant, and she said it’s a boy.” Sophie pounded the sofa, grinding her teeth in hatred. “That bitch! Grace stole the inheritance my parents left me, didn’t let me study, and tormented me until I was 35. I couldn’t get married, and I could only seduce your husband. I thought I finally had someone to rely on, but I was infertile. I took a whole bunch of medicine and managed to get pregnant. “Grace is already fifty years old. Why can she still fulfill her dream of having a son so easily? I won’t let her give birth to that child. Call her and ask her to come here!” I obediently dialed the number. “Come to my house. Sophie wants to see you.” Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. When Sophie saw the person who came in, she slumped to the floor in shock.

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