After six years of marriage, my husband’s childhood friend, Sarah Jensen, posted photos of them cuddling each other on Instagram with a sweet sentence: [It’s a well-known secret that I like you.] I gave her a like, and my husband, Reginald Sinclair, called me immediately. “We are friends. What’s wrong with a hug? Why are you so weird, Grace? Your pretentious behavior really makes me sick!” Three minutes later, Sarah posted another photo of the two hugging and kissing. If it were in the past, I would have cried in front of Reginald and made a scene. But this time, I didn’t care about it anymore. … It was my sixth wedding anniversary with Reginald, and he said he’d be late. I thought he was preparing a surprise for me, so I happily prepared a table full of his favorite dishes. But until nightfall, I didn’t see Reginald. It was not until I saw Sarah’s post on Instagram that I realized that he only remembered Sarah’s birthday and not our wedding anniversary. When Reginald came home, I had already begun to eat. He frowned as he looked at my leisurely appearance. “Why don’t you wait for me to come back for dinner?” I ignored him. Reginald touched his nose awkwardly, sat down next to me, and tasted the dish. “Why is it so salty? Your cooking skills are getting worse and worse. You’ve done nothing at home every day.” Reginald suddenly threw his fork down and stared at me with dissatisfaction. If it were in the past, I would apologize to him humbly and cook it again for him. But now, I didn’t want to pay any attention to him at all. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Reginald took out a bottle of perfume and put it on the table. “You are not still angry with me, are you? I bought it specially for you. Don’t be so pretentious.” “Well.” I took the perfume and took a look at it. The word “gift” in the lower right corner caught my eye. Reginald seemed to be paying less and less attention to me, and even his perfunctory attitude was not good enough. He could forget our anniversary, but he couldn’t forget Sarah’s birthday. But the perfume looked more and more familiar. I suddenly remembered that it was in the photos Sarah had posted today. I raised my hand and smashed the perfume, and Reginald’s face became gloomy. “I never wear this perfume. Don’t you realize it is a gift?” Reginald suddenly pulled me up and stared at me. “Grace, what are you doing? I’ve already bowed my head. What do you want? I’ve told you so many times. Sarah is just my childhood friend!” “Don’t touch me. Get off me!” My hand was pulled so hard that it hurt. I struggled but fell to the ground, and the perfume fragments pierced my skin. There was a cut on my leg, and blood was flowing out. I frowned in pain and glared at Reginald in dissatisfaction. There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and his expression was a bit stiff. “Why… Why didn’t you dodge? Damn. You’re so troublesome. I’ll take you to the hospital.” I wanted to refuse him. But the pain from the wound made it impossible for me to be stubborn, so I could only nod. Just as I sat in the passenger seat, I noticed the lipstick left on the seat. Neither the brand nor the color was the one I had ever bought. Sarah was demonstrating to me. Reginald also saw the lipstick, and his expression changed slightly. “I think Sarah dropped it off when I dropped her off this morning. Don’t think too much about it.” I looked away, ignoring him, just hoping that Reginald could drive faster. Seeing this, Reginald snorted and started the car. The atmosphere was awkward, and the silence was broken by the unique ringtone Reginald set for Sarah. He pulled over and answered Sarah’s call at once with a smile. “Reginald, I suddenly have a stomachache. Can you take me to the hospital?” Hearing Sarah’s crying voice, he immediately frowned. “I just happen to be going to the hospital. Stay home, and I’ll pick you up right away.” Reginald pressed his lips with a nervous expression and changed direction directly to Sarah’s home. I looked down at my bloody calf and frowned. When we arrived downstairs at Sarah’s house, Reginald asked me to wait for him and ran upstairs nervously. Then, I waited for half an hour.

I was getting impatient and was about to push the car door open to go out when Reginald came back. He held Sarah in his arms and placed her in the back seat carefully. I frowned unconsciously. I had just limped into the car by myself. And Sarah was carried to the car in his arms. I hadn’t seen such a gentle and considerate look from Reginald for many years. Sarah’s eyes instantly turned red the moment she saw me, and she looked at me innocently. “Grace, I’m sorry. I had a severe stomachache so I asked Reginald to pick me up. I hope you won’t be angry.” “Why should she be angry? Sarah, you don’t need to apologize to her. She’s almost thirty years old and still petty,” said Reginald. Before I could say anything, he glared at me with disgust. He used to dislike me like this, and I would cry out of grievance back then. But I didn’t care about Sarah’s provocation or Reginald’s disgust now. Maybe I was immune to them. After arriving at the hospital, Reginald stopped the car and picked up Sarah, making Sarah blush. “I’ll take Sarah to the internal medicine department first. Wait here for a while.” Then, Reginald turned and left with the slightly dissatisfied Sarah. Even if my leg were broken, he probably wouldn’t come. I limped towards the emergency department. The wound on my leg was getting more painful due to the tearing. Before I reached the emergency department, my legs went weak, and I fell heavily to the ground. “Grace, what are you doing? Didn’t I ask you to wait for me in the car?” Reginald’s angry voice sounded. He rushed to me and pulled me up. I shook off his hand and looked at him mockingly. “One hour or two hours?” “Enough! Grace, is it so difficult for you to bow your head to me?” Reginald suddenly got angry at me. He picked me up despite my resistance and walked towards the emergency department. The doctor frowned as he bandaged my wound. When everything was done, he glanced at Reginald. He said with a reproachful tone, “What did you do? The wound is torn like this. Did you let her walk here on her own?” Reginald didn’t listen to the doctor but kept frowning and looking at his phone. Not long after, he cleared his throat, and his eyes wandered. “I’ll go see Sarah first.” I nodded indifferently. It seemed that Sarah acted coquettishly towards him again. The doctor looked at Reginald’s back and reasoned with me earnestly. “Your boyfriend doesn’t care about you enough. You need to talk to him.” I lowered my eyes and smiled, not answering the doctor. What a pity! Reginald and I had been married for six years. However, it would stop in the sixth year. After completing a series of examinations, I washed my face in the bathroom to calm my bad mood. Sarah patted my shoulder from behind, and her sweet voice was sickening. “Grace? Why are you so embarrassed when Reginald is not around?” Sarah looked at me with a sneer and wiped the hand that had patted me with a handkerchief. She had always looked down on me, but it was normal. In everyone’s eyes, I was just a plaything of Reginald.

“I don’t know why Reginald fell in love with you. If I were you, I would have stopped bothering him a long time ago.” Sarah stood opposite me with her arms folded. The disgust in her eyes was apparent. Initially, I had thought that being arrogant and overbearing was her usual style. But later, I found out that it was because Reginald was willing to spoil her. I imitated her, raised my eyebrows, and retorted to her in a sarcastic tone. “I’m no match for you, Ms. Jensen. You’re just a mistress.” “How dare you scold me? You bitch! You’re courting death!” Sarah rushed over and grabbed my collar. I could only look up at her. “If I hadn’t quarreled with Reginald, would it have been your turn?” She then grabbed my hair and shook me hard, swearing dirty and harsh. When Reginald and I got married, he and Sarah had been quarreling. And I only knew about her after we had gotten married. Sarah believed that she was Reginald’s true love, and Reginald never denied it. We had just gotten married when Sarah returned to him. The first time I saw Reginald and Sarah holding hands, he told me it was because he lost the Truth or Dare game. Later, Sarah began to share photos of her and Reginald on social platforms. Reginald said that they were just taking photos as friends. And now the so-called good friends developed into good friends who could kiss each other. No matter if I tried to please him or cried and made a scene, Reginald would scold me for being unreasonable. But luckily, I was ready to let it go. Not long after, Sarah suddenly let go of my hand. I subconsciously stepped back. But she fell to the ground. “Grace! What did you do to Sarah?” Reginald’s angry voice came from behind. He picked up Sarah, who was lying on the ground with tears in her eyes and looked at me with disgust in his eyes. But when Sarah pulled me just now, she had pulled my wound. I didn’t want to bother with them any longer and just wanted to leave. “Who allowed you to leave, Grace? You are becoming more unbridled. Am I too lenient towards you?” Reginald grabbed me with such force that I staggered. In the past, Reginald would worry about me because of minor injuries. But now, the object of his concern became Sarah. The more I looked at Reginald, the more unfamiliar he seemed to me. His eyes were full of anger, and he completely ignored my furrowed brow and gaping wound. “Reginald, Grace was spoiled by you. I am not angry with her. I just want to go home.” Sarah glanced at my bleeding wound. She frowned, pulled Reginald’s arm, and shook it like a spoiled child. Reginald’s frown relaxed because of her words. But when he looked back at me, there was still disgust in his eyes. “I warn you. You’d better behave yourself and stop making me angry.” “I think you should teach your sweetheart how to behave.” Sarah’s acting skills were pretty good. She was the perpetrator, but she could pretend to be a victim. I looked at Sarah with mockery, and Reginald’s face instantly became gloomy. Just when I thought Reginald was going to speak up for Sarah once again, he remained silent. I followed his gaze and saw my bleeding wound. “You… Forget it. Be good these days.” This time, Reginald didn’t scold me as usual. He just hugged Sarah and walked out. Sarah hid in his arms, smiled at me provocatively, and moved her mouth. “Reginald is mine for the rest of his life.” I just felt childish and funny looking at her in this puppyish, food-guarding way. Since she liked Reginald so much, she could just take him away. After all, I hadn’t liked him for a long time.   Reginald returned home at noon the next day with kiss marks on his neck. I was sitting on the sofa applying medicine and didn’t look at him. Reginald sat next to me, his tone rarely gentle. “You are injured. It is inconvenient for you. Let me help you.” Almost every time he went to see Sarah, he would pretend to be affectionate to me the next day. I turned sideways to avoid Reginald, who was trying to take the medicine bottle from me. “Don’t. I’ve been applying the medicine by myself for so many years. It doesn’t matter.” I lost count of the number of times I had gotten hurt because of Reginald. Whenever Sarah cried, he would take his temper out on me. I was about to become a VIP client of the hospital. Reginald’s face looked a bit guilty. He then withdrew his hand with impatience. “You are not still angry with me, are you? I will take you out to play tonight, okay?” Without waiting for me to refuse, Reginald left. Before leaving, I heard him make a phone call and coax the woman on the other end in a gentle voice. “Sarah, where are you? Don’t be angry. I’ll come to find you, okay?” Once Sarah frowned, Reginald would come up to her happily. But I had spent six years without getting a single bit of his true love. When Reginald came to pick me up, we didn’t speak the whole way. After arriving at the destination, I saw his good friends and Sarah. Then, I understood why he took me out to dinner. When Sarah was unhappy with me, she usually set up a party, like now. “Reginald, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you come so late?” Sarah inserted herself between Reginald and me, hugged him tightly, and looked at me with a smug look. I didn’t want to argue with her. She was still so childish at her age. Only Reginald would fall for this. During the meal, I sat in the corner and quietly watched Reginald and the others playing. Sarah glanced at me and walked towards me, holding a glass of wine with ill intentions. “Grace, because of you, Reginald is late today. How about you drink three glasses as punishment?” I frowned and shook my head to refuse her. But Sarah didn’t give up. She raised the glass and urged me to drink it. Between shoves, Sarah spilled the red wine on her and screamed in tears. “Ouch! Even if you don’t want to drink, you can’t spill it on me!” Reginald came over upon hearing this, protecting Sarah behind him, and glared at me. “Why are you always targeting Sarah? She just asked you to have a drink. Can you stop being so crazy every day?” “That’s right. Even if you don’t like Sarah, you shouldn’t be like this.” His friends echoed, looking at me with contempt in their eyes. Sarah and they had grown up together, and she was always spoiled among them. I smiled, picked up a glass of red wine, and walked towards Sarah under her smug gaze. “Okay. I’m sorry, Sarah.” I raised my hand and poured the red wine on her head. Sarah’s smile disappeared in an instant. Reginald held the tearful Sarah in his arms and pointed at me angrily. “Grace, what are you doing?” “You asked me to apologize. This is how I apologize.” Reginald was so angry that he was shaking. He grabbed me and slapped me in the face. “If you are not happy with being my wife, let’s get a divorce!” Reginald always liked to use divorce to force me to compromise. But now, I didn’t care about it. I looked up at his angry eyes and smiled. “Okay. Let’s get a divorce.”

Reginald hadn’t expected that I would agree. He opened his mouth slightly and was stunned for a long time. “What did you say? Say it again.” “Let’s get a divorce.” He suddenly flew into a rage and overturned the table. The sound of the wine glass smashing to the ground scared Sarah, and she screamed. For the first time, Reginald ignored Sarah and looked at me with red eyes. “You just want me to look at you more in the name of divorce. Don’t even think about it.” I sighed and looked at him deeply. “I’m not lying. I don’t care who your heart belongs to anymore.” The hall was hushed. Reginald’s friends were about to persuade me but were stopped by him. Reginald put away his pitiful expression and looked at me coldly. “This time, even if you beg me, I will not come back.” He suddenly pulled Sarah into his arms, looked at me provocatively, and kissed her. “I will make you regret what you have said today.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at them. Even if Reginald proposed to Sarah in front of me, I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. “Never mind.” I said it and picked up my skirt to leave. I didn’t see either of them for the next month. I had called Reginald several times. Just as my patience was almost exhausted, he answered the phone. “I knew you were playing scheme. Do you miss me now?” Reginald’s tone was frivolous, and it sounded like he was acting coquettishly. For the past five years, I had been trying to please him humbly just to make him smile for me. But the more I listened to his voice now, the more disgusted I felt. “Stop talking nonsense. Where are you?” “My company.” After getting the reply, I hung up the phone without hesitation. I didn’t want to be dragged by him, so I took the draft agreement and took a taxi to Reginald’s company. Everyone in Reginald’s company knew me, the president’s wife who was in name only. I had no problems entering the company. It was just that the looks in those people’s eyes today were a little strange, more compassionate than usual. The girl who brought me in looked at me hesitantly but finally spoke. “Grace, why don’t you not go in? Sarah is inside.” “It’s okay. I’m here to get a divorce. I don’t care what she wants.” I smiled and comforted her. The girl’s face was full of surprise, and her eyes were full of complicated emotions. I was not surprised that she would have this look. After all, every time I came here to find Reginald, I had to be humble and try to please him. I smiled at her and opened the door of Reginald’s office. A sweet laugh came from inside. I saw Sarah sitting disheveled on Reginald’s lap. “If you don’t put your clothes on properly, the whole company will see you.” I looked at her, saying sarcastically, and closed the door. Sarah was worried that I came to find Reginald in order to get him to go home. But she was wrong. I came here to get a divorce.

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“Ms. Flair, are you sure you want to pawn your love?” Juliet Flair stared at the agreement in her hand and signed her name firmly. With a beep, the robot’s voice sounded. “Congratulations on participating in the Love-Pawning Shop’s experimental activity.” Juliet lay in the cold operating room with the chip pressed against her head, preparing to erase the sweet memories with her husband, Elijah Richter. The current tingled through Juliet’s scalp, prompting tears to stream down. She wanted to forget it gradually and leave burdenlessly in the end. After the experiment, her mind felt numb, and the doctor told her, “You need to participate in this experiment three times before you can completely forget it.” Juliet nodded, picked up her bag, and walked towards home. Walking alone on the bustling street, she heard the coffee shop playing the love song that Elijah had composed for her. The lyrics end with “I’ll wait until the day you say yes”. The girls passing by stopped and listened quietly, then sighed, “Elijah’s love for Juliet is so touching. All the songs he wrote are dedicated to his wife.” The manager of the coffee shop smiled, “Their love can be considered epic. They have been together for seven years, from high school to college, and finally got married. So many people envy their unwavering love!” A young man on a bicycle shouted, “Indeed! When Juliet had stomach cancer, it was Elijah who cut out a part of his stomach to save her life. Elijah also said that he didn’t want his wife to have children because seeing his lover in pain was worse than taking his life.” Well, everyone knew that Elijah loved Juliet wholeheartedly. Everyone knew that Elijah had lost part of his stomach for Juliet. Everyone knew that Elijah would prepare grand fireworks for Juliet every year. And everyone knew that Elijah’s albums were filled with his sweet love for Juliet. But such a person cheated. Juliet laughed sarcastically. She was utterly disappointed as she caught him repeatedly cozying up to the internet celebrity in his company and pulling all-nighters to boost her fame. As Juliet curled up in bed, crying, biting her lip, and looking through their unbearable photos, she vaguely remembered the young man who swore to her parents, “I will only love Juliet all my life.” She recalled that he held her face on their wedding night and said, “Although you look ordinary, I love your soul, and I love the charming characters you create.” Juliet was not a beauty, with sparse and dry hair like a bunch of dead grass and eyes as small as green beans. From childhood to adulthood, no boy had ever noticed her except Elijah, who, after reading a book she wrote, started chasing after her like a puppy. He even defended Juliet against bullies, ending up with three broken ribs. And he often penned songs to praise Juliet, declaring her the most unique and captivating person. Although Juliet gained a large number of fans for writing the novel Dawn, in reality, she was very inferior and had a strong sense of unworthiness. But Elijah would always hold her hand and say, “It doesn’t matter. I love everything about you.” Juliet believed it. She gave her heart to Elijah, only to be betrayed and trampled. Juliet raised her head stubbornly at the street corner and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye. She thought, “When my love is gone, will you regret it?” Then, Juliet was about to take a taxi when an Audi stopped in front of her. Elijah got out of the car anxiously, holding a scarf and a thermos cup. “Why aren’t you at home? Why are you out for a walk on such a cold day? “I came to you right after I finished my work, but you didn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages. “You’re driving me crazy.” Juliet stared at the man. His concern and anxiety didn’t seem fake, but his infidelity was actual. Perhaps it was because people’s minds were complicated. She felt a bit exhausted and then replied indifferently, “I don’t want to disturb you.” Elijah’s eyes were filled with guilt. He patted his head and said, “I’m sorry. I was too busy with work and neglected you. “When I make enough money and write 1999 love songs, I will stay with you forever and never go anywhere.” Juliet forced a smile but thought, “We have no future because my love for you is fading.” Elijah helped Juliet get into the car. “I was afraid that you didn’t have any food, so I made some oatmeal and put it in a thermos cup. You can eat some first, and I’ll cook for you after going home.” Juliet opened the lid of the cup. The oatmeal, which was usually appetizing, now tasted mediocre. A text message came to her phone. [You can’t be moved. You have to remember that he has cheated on you more than once.] Juliet glanced at it, turned off the phone, and closed her eyes. She couldn’t be soft-hearted because Elijah was a complete liar. He betrayed her love and trust, destroying all her fantasies about love. As soon as they got home, Elijah’s phone rang. Juliet stared at his back as he hid on the balcony to answer the phone. “Elijah, I’m wearing black stockings and high heels today. Are you coming?” Elijah’s chest heaved, and his eyes narrowed. He would go. Juliet smiled bitterly. Elijah turned around and saw Juliet behind him. He was startled and showed uneasiness on his face. “Something happened at the company. My agent asked me to go over. Why are you standing here?” Juliet suppressed the emotions surging in her heart and tried to answer as usual, “Nothing. Go ahead.” Her soft tone soothed Elijah, who then rushed out, skipping the promised dinner. Juliet was sitting on the sofa when her phone rang again. It was a message from Andrea Lopez, the boss of Love-Pawning Shop. In the picture, Elijah had another woman sitting on his lap, and his hands were on her chest. The caption read: [Your lover is now having sex with another woman. Please take good care of yourself and participate in the experimental removal plan the second time the day after tomorrow.] Juliet’s hands trembled as she repeatedly read the caption, her voice growing hoarse. “Yes, I will take good care of myself and gradually stop loving him. I will even take revenge on him…” Another option popped up on the phone. [Do you choose to give your lover a surprise, a dead body, when you finally leave?] Juliet nodded in agreement. Why not? He had lied to her more than once…

Juliet was about to go to sleep after dinner. But she received a call from an unfamiliar number. She clicked it with confusion but heard intimate sounds of kissing on the other end of the line. “Baby, you look so beautiful today. I love you so much.” It was Elijah’s voice. Juliet clenched her fists tightly, numb to the pain. “Elijah, am I better than her in bed?” Elijah paused and then replied, “Focus on it, and don’t talk about other things.” Then came the moans of the girl. Juliet couldn’t bear to listen to it anymore. She thought she would get used to it and become numb to it. But hearing it still filled her heart with endless sadness and loss. Juliet’s phone vibrated again. It was a text message from Shirley Capra, Elijah’s mistress. [You don’t know how handsome he is when he’s in my body and how cool he is when he hugs me and trembles. You may have never experienced it!” The picture showed torn black stockings and a tie Juliet gave Elijah. Somehow, Juliet felt nauseous. She rushed into the bathroom and wanted to vomit, her face turning pale. Coming out, she accidentally saw an exquisite gift box on the table. Juliet opened it and saw that it was a heart made of 199 condoms with a card underneath. She felt empty inside, picked up the card, and began to read it, which was like a sharp blade that suddenly pierced her soul. [Shirley, I like your red lips, which are full and attractive. I like your hair, which is soft and thick. I like your voice, which is sweet and pleasant. And I like your figure. None of these are like my wife, who is like an ugly duckling.] Juliet’s looks had always been a source of her inferiority. She breathed heavily, and her heart ached. However, Elijah came back at this moment, holding a small cake. “Juliet, I brought you your favorite small cake.” Juliet turned around stiffly, hid the things in her clothes, and then stood there blankly. Suddenly, the chandelier above her head shook and then fell. Elijah rushed over and protected Juliet. The chandelier hit his back, blood flowing out. Juliet lay in Elijah’s arms with a puzzled look in her eyes. Why would he save her since he didn’t love her anymore? Elijah thought Juliet was frightened, so he coaxed her caringly, “Don’t be afraid. I’m fine.” Then he endured the pain, helped Juliet up, and called an ambulance. Juliet saw that the broken glass on his back had sunk into his flesh, causing deep wounds, but she did not feel the slightest bit of distress in her heart. By the time the medical staff arrived, Elijah was almost fainting. Juliet accompanied him to the hospital as Elijah muttered incoherently. Juliet moved closer and heard him calling, “Shirley… Shirley…” She stared at Elijah intently with no love but coldness. Seeing Elijah come out of the emergency room, Juliet just asked indifferently, “Are you okay?” Elijah held her hand. “It’s okay. I’m fine!” Juliet had been staying to take care of him these days. They got along quietly, reminiscent of their early marriage days, stirring Juliet’s nostalgia. Juliet went back to get Elijah’s clothes and made oatmeal. But as she returned to the ward, Elijah was gone. There was a sticky note on the bed with his handwriting on it. [My new song is going to be released soon, so I’m going to the studio first.] Juliet sighed and went to the cat cafe where they used to pet cats, but stopped outside the glass door of the cat cafe. Inside it, Elijah looked at Shirley tenderly and tidied her hair. “Are you happy?” Shirley pouted and said, “If you could give me a kiss, I would be even happier!” Elijah turned and pecked her lips gently. “You are so beautiful!” But Shirley seemed a little unhappy. “Then you only like my face.” Her tone was a little depressed. Elijah held her waist and coaxed her, “You are full of energy. I like more than just your appearance.” Shirley responded to him enthusiastically, “Baby, you’re so sweet. I want to drink coffee. Remember…” Elijah said before she could finish her words, “Remember to add more sugar. Don’t make it too bitter!” Then, the two of them smiled at each other, which looked very sweet. Just then, someone patted Juliet’s shoulder. “Andrea?” Andrea was a bit fat, with wrinkles all over her face. “How about we have coffee and talk?” Juliet nodded. Then, Andrea passed her a pile of photos at the cafe table. Andrea coughed and said, “These photos were taken when different women were trapped in their marriages. Some of them are now living on the streets, but the mistresses and their husbands are living happily together. Some of them are even addicted to drugs, and some have serious mental illnesses due to failed marriages and are engaging in self-abuse.” A fire ignited in Juliet’s heart. “What can I do?” Andrea held her hand and said firmly, “You can save yourself first and then write a book about their stories to alert more women.” Juliet agreed and took a taxi back to the studio alone. The door of the studio was wide open, and Juliet walked in. Elijah was tidying up the bookshelf inside. Seeing Juliet coming back, he took out the gift and said, “It’s windy. I’ll give you a scarf.” Juliet didn’t take it but just stared at the books he packed and asked, “Why are you taking my books?” Elijah was stunned. “I have a junior who is learning dancing and wants to read more books, so…” Juliet glanced at him. “So you just took the books I carefully collected and gave them to her?” Elijah didn’t answer but frowned. “She just wants to read them. It’s nothing.” Juliet remained silent and then realized something. A relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. “Then, take it! But I never share my books with others because I hate things that others have touched.” Elijah picked up the books silently. “Why are you so fussy about it? Just some books, okay?” Then he stuffed the scarf into Juliet’s hand and left. Juliet opened the scarf and saw the label on it was “SC”, which stood for the abbreviation of his lover Shirley Capra.

Juliet took a taxi as she was going to participate in the experiment the second time. The doctor asked for some details, “Do you still remember the sweet memories of the past?” Juliet thought for a moment and said, “I remember it, but I don’t feel it sweet anymore.” The doctor smiled, “It’s effective. The first electric current introduction is to numb your emotions, and your experience of love and happiness will drop rapidly. “The second time, you will truly forget it because when you feel that these things are not important, your memory will delete them. I will stimulate your memory to delete them.” Juliet asked, “Will I really forget the past?” The doctor patiently explained, “It is just to forget all the affection you once had for him, but its side effects will worsen your sadness and pain. It is best not to be stimulated by the outside world during this period.” Juliet wanted to end this memory quickly, so she lay down. The current was stronger this time, and Juliet’s grip left marks on her flesh. Her hair tingled, transitioning from severe pain to numbness. Her mind was blank, with only a faint recollection of Elijah. Juliet returned to the studio in a daze, sat at the desk, and thought about the plot for a long time. Her eyes felt a little sore. Elijah came back at three in the morning. “Why are you still in the studio?” Juliet glanced at the surveillance camera and found Shirley at the door of the studio. “What’s wrong?” Elijah didn’t answer but went to pour a glass of water and said, “Drink some! Take care of yourself.” Juliet smelled a strong smell of alcohol. “You… drank?” Elijah’s cheeks flushed. “I’m happy today, so I drank some. I want to ask you for a favor. Can you help me revise the script?” Juliet’s heart skipped a beat. “What script?” Elijah handed her a script of The Saintess. Juliet had not yet flipped through, but she noticed a label stuck in the middle that read “To my love Shirley”. Juliet realized that he wanted to make Shirley famous in the entertainment industry. She thought, “When a man falls in love with a woman, he will consider her future.” It turned out that Elijah had transferred his affections to someone else. But Juliet didn’t feel sad. She put the script aside and said, “I’ll take a look later.” Elijah looked sincere and pleaded again and again, “This script is essential. I invested a lot of money in it. You must help me revise it. When I make money, I will take you on a cruise.” He turned sideways, and the dim light illuminated the date on the calendar. “Do you… remember what day it is today?” Juliet thought for a long time and finally asked hesitantly, “What day?” Elijah lowered his eyes. “Nothing.” Juliet sneered, “I have work. Help yourself!” Elijah stared at Juliet’s cold face and felt his heart was torn. But he still turned and left. On the surveillance camera, Elijah was kissing Shirley passionately at the door of the studio. Elijah likely forgot he installed the camera, as he had once constantly hovered around Juliet, who was always writing. He said, “Then I can install surveillance cameras in your studio so that I can see what you are doing whether I am on a business trip or at home!” But now, his cheating performance was being played out on surveillance video, and Juliet became the spectator. The wind blew down the script on the table, and many small pieces of paper flew out. Juliet squatted down and noticed each small piece of paper was covered with words which Elijah wrote. [Shirley, your acting of the character is not yet in place. It would be best if you incorporated your own understanding.] [Your performance is a little stiff. If you can practice it, it will be more natural.] Juliet recalled that when she was writing articles, Elijah would always accompany her to look up information, carefully warm milk for her, and even make a pair of heating gloves in person for fear that her hands would be cold. Now, he had given all his love to someone else. Juliet tore the small notes into pieces bit by bit. She found it boring and meaningless. Juliet sat at the table, drawing an outline and typing out a first draft word by word. She read it again and again but always felt that there was something wrong. Juliet then went out to collect some materials, and before leaving, she did not turn off the computer. A figure came in stealthily. It was Shirley. She reached across the computer and hit the delete key, covering her mouth and laughing, “What are you writing about? Bullshit! Rubbish! “Only your claws are useful. I wish they were stomped off.” When Juliet came back, it was almost dawn. She was very sleepy and wanted to revise the draft again. But she looked for it for a long time and didn’t see it. She rubbed her eyes and thought she hadn’t sobered up. After drinking some ice water, she still didn’t see the manuscript she had written. Juliet murmured to herself, “It can be repaired. I can check the recycling bin!” She even wanted to go into the computer to look for it, but the manuscript just disappeared out of thin air. Juliet suddenly noticed that the computer had been tampered with, so she quickly turned on the surveillance camera. Witnessing that her manuscript had been deleted, she was utterly devastated. Juliet screamed, “You can steal my man, but you can’t delete my manuscript!” She fell to the ground, too exhausted to get up. Finally, Juliet fainted.

The next day, Juliet returned home with a chaotic mind but found a strange woman in the house. Elijah explained anxiously, “I… She is the heroine of the script I invested in. I was just talking to her about the script.” Juliet forced a sneer on her cold face. “Really?” Her eyes cut through the two of them like a sword. “Then I shouldn’t have come back?” Elijah’s eyes wandered, and he kept shaking his head. “How could that be! I just wanted to call you!” Juliet stared at Elijah. His face turned red, and he began to stammer. “What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you.” Juliet asked sarcastically, “You are my husband. Don’t you know what I like to drink most?” Elijah nodded repeatedly, walked hurriedly to the kitchen, and brought a cup of coffee. Juliet was utterly stunned. But Shirley leaned on the sofa and laughed, “Elijah, you are wrong. I like coffee the most!” Elijah’s hand trembled, and the coffee spilled out. “I was wrong. I was wrong. It should be juice. You think coffee is unhealthy.” Juliet didn’t want to watch their ridiculous performance, so she turned around and went back to her room. Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Shirley raised her eyebrows at the door, holding her waist, and said, “Well, you don’t know that he was like a bull last night. His brute force almost broke me apart.” Juliet looked her up and down. “What do you want? Did you delete my manuscript yesterday?” Shirley flicked her fingernails. “What manuscript? I don’t know!” Then she raised her voice and continued, “I just want to tell you the story between him and me.” Juliet grabbed her hand and roared, “I only care about my manuscript.” Shirley rolled her eyes. “When he met me, he couldn’t hide the amazement in his eyes. “He said he had never seen a girl as pretty as me, that his wife was as ugly as a toad, and that I was his angel.” Shirley then pulled out the photos and displayed them to Juliet. “This is the first time he kissed me. This is him and I having sex. This is him celebrating my birthday…” Juliet watched Shirley’s performance expressionlessly. After she finished speaking, Juliet frowned and said, “You can go now. I will sue you. “Because you deleted my manuscript.” Shirley took out a pregnancy test form from her pocket and threw it in Juliet’s face. “I’m pregnant. He said he would divorce you and marry me. I’ll save some dignity for you, and you can go now.” Seeing the pregnancy test report, Juliet was stunned for a moment. She didn’t expect that… they were going to have a baby… Shirley flipped through her phone. Then, Elijah’s coquettish voice played. “Shirley, I want you to take care of me. I want to stay with you.” Shirley walked away with her head held high. Reaching the door, she glanced at Juliet and said, “You are really an eyesore.” Juliet shut the bedroom door, feeling her brain’s blood vessels ready to burst. Her body trembled with icy hands and feet. Feeling nauseous, she hurried to the bathroom, retching persistently. Finally, she glanced at her reflection, ugly in the mirror, and shattered it with a punch. The glass shards sliced her hand, likely overshadowed by her heartache, as she felt no pain. The phone beeped again. [Do you want to perform the final memory clear?] Juliet laughed with tears, “With one last time, I can forget these disgusting things forever.” When Elijah came back, Juliet had already fallen asleep. He carefully tucked in the quilt for Juliet and then kissed her. Elijah took off his clothes and got into bed but accidentally touched Juliet’s injured hand. “It hurts…” Elijah asked nervously, “Did I hurt you?” Juliet moved back and said stiffly, “Why are you back?” Elijah felt a little aggrieved and then angrily scolded, “Can you take care of yourself? What’s wrong with your hand? Show me.” He forcefully grabbed Juliet’s hand and checked it. “You got hurt when I was away for a while. What happened?” Juliet looked a little dazed and blurted out, “Who are you?” Elijah’s eyes were full of worry. “I am your husband, Elijah!” But she pulled her hand back. “She’s gone.” Elijah’s heart beat faster. “I know! What’s wrong?” Juliet checked her phone and said, “It’s two o’clock in the afternoon now. You went to buy fruit at nine in the morning. It’s been five hours.” He lowered his head and said, “I saw that you were not happy this morning, so I told them not to come.” There was no trace of emotion on Juliet’s cold face. Elijah said tentatively, “I admit that I have neglected you recently. There is a class reunion tomorrow with all our old friends. How about we go together?” Juliet’s pallid expression lent her a frozen, lifeless appearance. She turned around. “Alright! Whatever!”

The next day, Elijah took Juliet to a class reunion. There were several familiar high school classmates in there. They smiled and said, “We’ve been watching you since high school. You’re still in love after all these years.” Their classmate Dylan Higgins patted Elijah on the shoulder and said, “A good man should be like you.” Elijah put his arm around Juliet’s shoulders and said, “Juliet is the love of my life.” But Juliet struggled unnaturally. “Take a seat first!” Elijah didn’t feel anything wrong. Having dinner, they started playing games. But when it was Juliet’s turn, she lost. “Truth or dare?” Juliet chose the truth, and everyone asked, “Where was the first time you kissed Elijah?” Juliet thought for a long time and answered, “I can’t remember. It’s been too long.” Elijah seemed unable to believe it, standing up abruptly. “I remember everything. How could you not remember?” Juliet remained silent. Elijah angrily slammed the table and yelled, “Don’t you love me anymore?” Dylan tried to smooth things over. “Come on. The next round.” Juliet lost this round again, and she chose the dare. Elijah suggested that she hide for an hour. And no one could discover her, or she lost. Juliet went out and hid in the women’s restroom. Half an hour later, she heard Elijah’s voice coming from the men’s restroom opposite. “You just can’t control yourself, huh? You’re pregnant.” “Come on!” It was Shirley’s seductive cry. Juliet moved closer step by step, and the voice became more evident. “Baby, I miss you so much. I really want to be with you every day.” The restroom door suddenly opened a little, and Juliet saw Elijah holding Shirley’s body with his head on her neck. Shirley pouted and asked, “Do you think Juliet is ugly?” Elijah paused and replied in a hoarse voice, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Are you happy now?” Juliet sent a message to Elijah saying that she was scared to be alone. But Elijah replied: [You forgot our past. This is your punishment.] Juliet stood there numbly and motionlessly. She clutched the wall with a sudden stomachache and left. Walking on the empty road, she couldn’t help but tremble. It started to rain, causing Juliet’s dizziness. She stumbled to the hospital and then fainted. Waking up, she heard the doctor say at the bedside, “You are six months pregnant.” The news left her feeling dazed and her head buzzing. She stroked her belly and thought absentmindedly, “This baby came at a terrible time.” The doctor left her alone, and Juliet curled up and sat motionless until dawn. As Elijah woke up in the morning, the first thing he did was put on his pants and look for Juliet. But Dylan stopped him with a smile. “Why are you in such a hurry? Your wife won’t be lost.” Elijah’s face darkened. “Get out of the way.” Returning home, he found Juliet was trimming the branches of flowers. Elijah’s heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. “They gave me too much to drink last night…” Juliet interrupted him, “I understand. Go and have a rest.” Elijah’s discomfort subsided, and he went into the bedroom. After he fell asleep, Juliet sat at the head of the bed and looked coldly at the dark circles under his eyes. He seemed so tired. He must have had a passionate night. Juliet’s gaze shifted away from Elijah’s face, and she took down the sunny doll hanging by the window. It was given by her brother, Antonio Flair. Antonio loved Juliet very much and was the person she trusted the most. Today was his memorial day. The sunny doll was a little strange. Juliet observed it for a long time and found that a ball of paper was stuffed inside. She took it out and unfolded the paper. There was a sentence written on it: [Do you want to know the truth? Come to your brother’s tombstone tonight.] Juliet’s heart clouded over. Noting Elijah’s deep sleep, she set out for Antonio’s tomb. Arriving at the door, she found an express package, inside which was a recorder. Juliet opened it and heard Elijah’s voice. “I hate Juliet’s brother the most. I can’t stand his arrogant attitude.” There were a few small notes inside. [Juliet, do you want to know why Elijah didn’t go back on the day your brother died?] Juliet was stunned, her mind in a mess, and she couldn’t concentrate. She checked another small note. [Come to your brother’s tombstone. That’s where the truth is.] Juliet hurriedly got a cab. Antonio loved her the most. He even got crippled to save her. He had protected her since she was a child and gave her everything good. When Elijah had nothing, it was Antonio who gave him the start-up capital. At that time, Elijah promised to treat her well for the rest of his life. Juliet rushed to Antonio’s tombstone, only to find a familiar woman pouring ink on it. She stared at it for a long time and found out it was Shirley.

Juliet rushed over and asked her angrily, “What are you doing?” Shirley cursed arbitrarily, “You ugly bastard! I want to vomit whenever I see your face.” Juliet could no longer bear it and yelled at her, “I’m not someone you can easily mess with. If you dare to insult my brother, I will kill you.” Yet Shirley smiled grimly, “Back then, I had a stomachache during my period, and Elijah drove to take care of me, so he wasn’t with you when your brother died. “On the night your brother was buried, Elijah held me and made out with me in front of your brother’s tombstone for five hours. You may not know this, right?” Shirley sneered, “Do you think Elijah really loves you? He said he was tired of you a long time ago. If it weren’t for his reputation, he would have already dumped you. “And Elijah said that your brother was an uneducated upstart who made a fortune by relying on some small tricks. He deserved to die early.” Shirley’s words were the last blow, shattering Juliet’s remaining rationality. She widened her eyes in disbelief, then lunged at Shirley with a snarl. “I’m going to kill you… “You two scumbags…” Shirley’s neck was tightly pinched, and she soon turned blue. Juliet’s tears flowed, and she just wanted to kill the person in front of her. That was her brother! Shirley found the right moment and kicked Juliet hard in the stomach with her high heels. Juliet curled up in pain. Shirley seized the moment, taking off her high heels to strike Juliet. “You ugly bastard! You look like a toad. Go to hell! Go to hell!” Juliet covered her head, a lot of blood flowing from her lower body. Shirley stood up shakily and spat, “What bad luck.” And then she left. Juliet screamed at the top of her lungs, her wet hair sticking to her forehead. “Why! Why do you treat me like this…” Her eyebrows were twisted, eyes popped, nostrils flared, and veins bulged as she breathed heavily with a hoarse voice. Juliet abruptly recalled something and took out a small gift box from her pocket. After opening it, her phone made a beep, and there was a link. Juliet clicked on it and found that it was a video. The woman in the video had scars, and her right arm was peppered with pinholes. She stared at the camera and said quietly, “Whoever sees this video, you have pawned my help. I met my boyfriend in college, but he tricked me to an isolated island. I became a toy for the rich, and finally, I contracted a sexually transmitted disease and was thrown on the street.” The video ended with, “Please stay strong and live on. Please stay strong no matter what.” As Juliet was about to lose consciousness, a plump woman approached the gravestone and embraced her tenderly. “I have been betrayed before, so I opened this shop to help more women escape the whirlpool of marriage.” Juliet held her hand tightly and saw her face clearly. “Andrea, I… I want to live…” When Juliet woke up, she felt cramps in her lower abdomen. “My baby…” Andrea’s eyes revealed pity. “Your baby is gone…” Elijah called at this moment. “I need to go to Austal for a concert. It will take about a week.” Juliet said “Okay” coldly and hung up the phone. Then, she was drowned in her thoughts. Andrea suggested that she check social media. Juliet checked it and saw that the video of herself and Shirley was edited into her beating Shirley, with the title “The famous writer beat up an internet celebrity in the cemetery and even looked down on her.” The popularity of the post soared, and many netizens cursed. [I never thought she was such a person. I used to read her books…] [She is not only ugly in appearance, but also ugly in heart…] Juliet felt dizzy as if the world was spinning and she had lost her sense of direction. Andrea supported her. “Don’t worry. I got this. We are here for you! But your top priority now is to take care of yourself first!” Juliet hugged Andrea, her eyes empty, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She tried to hide her collapse with a smile, but her smile was more miserable than crying, and tears were welling up in her eyes. “I want to perform one last memory wipe.” Andrea nodded. Juliet stripped and underwent the final memory wipe, involving a non-invasive brain surgery. The doctor said hesitantly, “You can’t use anesthesia. Are you okay with that?” Juliet didn’t waver at all but nodded firmly. Countless tubes were inserted into her body, including one down her throat. She couldn’t stop vomiting, and sweat was pouring down her forehead. Juliet’s scalp was nicked by a small knife, causing her to arch her back and break her nails gripping the table. Andrea looked at her with concern. In the meantime, Shirley posted on her social media account. [My boyfriend accompanied me to Austal for a trip. Look at the ring, flowers, and gifts he gave me. He said he would propose to me in Austal.] With Juliet’s scream, she finally cleared all her memories about Elijah. However, someone broke into the experimental base. Elijah pushed open the door, looking at Juliet in astonishment and asking blankly, “What are you doing?”

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On the day of their marriage registration, Jackson Spencer stood her up again. “You’ve waited for me for so many years, anyway. What’s a few more days?” However, Naomi Moore was stalked by a pervert on her way home. When she made her final call to Jackson for help, she received a video on her phone. The video showed him and her sister in an affectionate position on the bed. What Jackson didn’t expect was that when he finally decided to change his mind and marry Naomi, the news he received was that she had disappeared. He searched frantically, but what crushed him even more was the shocking truth behind it. “Jackson, save me!” Naomi gritted her teeth through the pain in her body, her voice filled with terror. The pervert held a bloodied, sharp knife and was counting down. “Sixty, fifty-nine…” The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was cold. “Naomi, have you had enough of this? Yelena sprained her ankle, and I just went to take care of her for a bit. Why are you so petty? “It’s just a marriage certificate. What’s the difference if we do it today or another day? You stick to me like a dog just for the benefit of the Moore family! “You’ve waited for me for so many years, anyway. What’s a few more days?” The phone was slammed down, and Naomi’s heart sank into deep despair. Her arm dropped limply, and tears fell, one after another. It was the third time they had set a date to register for their marriage, and each time, Yelena had come up with some excuse to send Jackson away. But this time, Naomi never imagined that not only would Jackson not show up, but she would also end up in the hands of a madman. A chilling grin spread across the pervert man’s face. “I gave you a chance. It’s just your bad luck to run into the wrong person. If you want to blame someone, blame that jerk.” Just after being released from prison, someone came to his door, handed him a large sum of money, and gave specific instructions to scar a woman’s face. His criminal desire had never died. After spending so much time in prison without a victim, he was desperate to hunt again. With a business offer on the table and the chance to make easy money, he immediately took on the dirty job. The pervert kicked Naomi, who was lying on the ground, and dragged her by one leg into the dark basement, his face emotionless as he shut the iron door behind him. In the basement, a dim light swayed, casting shadows on the walls, which were splattered with blood. Just as the perverted man was about to make his move, Naomi’s phone rang. He paused, picked up the phone from the ground, and showed it to the nearly unconscious girl. Someone had sent a video, and when he opened it, the sound of a woman’s coquettish voice filled the air. “Jackson, my foot hurts so much. Could you massage it for me? “Yes, right there. Harder, please.” Yelena’s face turned red, her body going limp as she collapsed into Jackson’s chest. The soft moans escaping her made his blood boil. “Yelena, don’t be like this. Naomi and I are getting engaged.” “Jackson, just this once, okay? I’m really heartbroken that you’re marrying Naomi.” Jackson crossed his legs, speaking in a lazy tone. “If it weren’t for her stubbornly clinging to me and Grandpa arranging the match, I wouldn’t have married her. “When I was sick, she didn’t come to the hospital to care for me, but you stayed by my side day and night. Yelena, I owe you so much.” Yelena’s eyes filled with tears as she moved close to Jackson’s ear. “Jackson, the person I love is you. I want to give myself to you. Don’t worry, I will leave this house after you marry Naomi.” Jackson grew anxious, his hands reaching to embrace her. “Where do you think you’re going? I won’t let you leave.” He kissed away the tears on her face, and the two of them were entangled in a passionate embrace. The perverted man watched the entire video with great interest, then ran his tongue across the screen, making an excited sound. Naomi gripped the phone tightly, her heart burning with hatred. The moment the pervert slashed her face, the hatred in her heart overwhelmed her, and she didn’t even feel the pain in her body as strongly. She hated being betrayed by her fiancé and sister and regrets it even more. She silently screamed in pain in her heart, “Jackson, from this moment on, I no longer love you!” At that very moment, Jackson inexplicably felt a sharp pain in his heart. He suddenly snapped back to his senses and stopped his actions. “Yelena, this isn’t right.” Yelena’s eyes gleamed with a misty, dazed look. She lowered her head, her face flushed, and softly said, “I… I just lost control for a moment.” Jackson’s expression was complicated. He told her to rest while he sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another. In the dark of the night, the glowing cigarette tips flickered, and it wasn’t until dawn that he managed to doze off for a brief moment. At daybreak, an unknown number called. He instinctively thought it was Naomi. A trace of smugness appeared at the corner of his eyes as he slowly tapped his fingers on the table, pressing the answer button. “Naomi, I knew you’d come back. You have half an hour to return home and apologize in front of me, then I’ll forgive you.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “Mr. Spencer, this is the police station. Someone found a bloodstained shirt and a bracelet in the suburbs. After investigation, they belong to your fiancée, Naomi.” Jackson froze for a moment, and then his tone grew harsh as he said, “Did Naomi pay you to call me? Put her on the phone right now!”

The police officer had encountered similar situations before. After explaining, he gave Jackson the address of the station, asking him to come in person. Impatient, Jackson interrupted the officer, “How much did Naomi pay you to make this seem so real? She wouldn’t leave me, and she’s definitely not the type of person who would die so easily. I suggest you stop playing along with her childish games.” After hanging up, he immediately called Naomi in anger. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. His brow furrowed, and he felt as if something were wriggling inside his chest. Normally, Naomi would answer in less than ten seconds, no matter what she was doing, but this time was different. Jackson slammed the phone down and then turned to Yelena with a soft expression. “I need to step out for a bit. You rest well.” Yelena quickly jumped out of bed and tightly embraced him from behind like a serpent. “Jackson, don’t go. Stay and keep me company, okay? My body hurts a bit. Don’t worry. Naomi has probably already gone home. We’ll go home together later.” At this moment, Naomi, floating in a soul-like state in the air, saw the scene and angrily rushed forward to try and pull them apart. To her shock, she found that her body passed right through them. She thought, “Have I died? But isn’t a dead person supposed to see their own body? Why can’t I find it? I’m only able to follow behind Jackson and Yelena.” Her soul ached intensely, and a great force seemed to pull at her body, trying to drag her away from this world, but she refused. She wanted to see how Jackson and her family would react when they learned of her disappearance. She watched the two of them, fingers entwined, return to the Moore villa. Only when they entered the door did they reluctantly separate. Yelena saw Antony Moore and Madison Moore sitting on the sofa with gloomy expressions. She sweetly greeted, “Dad, Mom.” Antony’s gaze landed on the obedient Yelena, and with a loving tone, he said, “Sweetheart, have you seen your sister? I just got a call from the police. Your sister is such a headache. She used to run away from home, and now she’s gone missing. She can’t even compare to you. It’s all because of her mother, who died early!” Naomi shouted in distress, “I’ve never run away from home, not once! It was Yelena who locked me in the dog cage and wouldn’t let me out, and she even threatened me! Dad, I’m your own flesh and blood. Why don’t you believe me?” However, Antony couldn’t hear her. Even if he did, he would just consider it as her making excuses. Madison gently took his hand, her face filled with guilt. “Antony, please don’t say that. If it weren’t for Yelena spraining her ankle and Jackson taking her to the hospital, Naomi wouldn’t have gotten upset. It’s all Yelena’s fault.” She lowered her head and wiped away the non-existent tears. Antony was very fond of his second wife. When she cried, his heart was stirred. “Jackson did it right. They can get the marriage certificate anytime. Yelena is a dancer, and her feet are more important.” Naomi felt utterly hopeless. She thought of her mother’s last words to her father—to take good care of her. Her father had promised so sincerely at her mother’s bedside, but just a week later, he had brought Madison and her daughter home. Her father even went so far as to change Madison’s daughter’s name, calling her Yelena Moore. To please Madison, her father kicked her out of the largest bedroom in the house. Yelena, wearing a dress, provocatively taunted her, “Everything in the Moore family belongs to my mom and me. If you don’t obey me, I’ll kill you.” Naomi was so scared that she ran to find her grandfather. He lovingly patted her head, his face full of tenderness, “Don’t be afraid, Naomi. I’m here with you.” But later, her grandfather passed away, and Yelena began to bully her. Madison put on a facade of kindness, but behind the scenes, she was completely different. Yet, Antony would only ever trust this malicious mother-daughter duo. At the thought of that, Naomi’s body couldn’t stop trembling, and silent tears slid down her face. “So, even a soul can cry,” she mocked. Jackson took out his phone, feeling inexplicably irritated. Why did Naomi always bring trouble to everyone? He had just typed out a scolding message when his phone vibrated. He received a text. It was from Naomi’s number. [Give me one million dollars right now, or I’ll ruin this woman’s face!]

Jackson looked at the address sent by the kidnapper, his eyes flashing with an angry, cold light. Naomi’s soul drifted over. After seeing the content of the text, she fell silent. Now, she wanted to see if he would actually pay the money to save her. He walked into the yard, opened her chatbox, and immediately unleashed a barrage of furious messages. [Naomi, if you’re going to cause trouble, there should be a limit.] [You tried to trick me with your disappearance, and now you’re extorting one million dollars from me. Why don’t you just die? Even if you die, it has nothing to do with me.] Naomi broke down in tears, rushing forward to explain, “Jackson, I didn’t lie to you! I was really kidnapped. Why won’t you believe me?” The Jackson in her memories wasn’t like this. Her grandfather, Damian Moore, and Sir Spencer were friends, and the two had grown up together. Since childhood, Jackson had always protected her, never letting her suffer any injustice. He even went to Damian and said that when he grew up, he wanted to marry her. The two elders laughed heartily and immediately arranged a marriage agreement between them. When Naomi was ten years old, she was in a car accident and urgently needed Rh-negative blood. His blood type happened to match hers. Without hesitation, he asked the nurse to draw his blood. Jackson was afraid of needles and almost passed out from the fear at the time, but he was happy in his heart because he had saved her. However, everything changed after Yelena got involved. She would always, either intentionally or unintentionally, speak ill of Naomi in front of Jackson, but Naomi thought that he wouldn’t believe it. Until one day, Yelena had him listen to a recording, and their relationship was completely shattered. In the recording, Antony instructed Naomi to do whatever it took to capture Jackson’s heart because the Moore Group was rapidly declining. Without the support of the Spencer family, it would soon go bankrupt. Jackson’s eyes turned red with rage. He questioned Naomi, asking if all the good she had done for him was just manipulation, and even accused her grandfather of being an accomplice. Everything was part of the Moore family’s scheme. Damian was Naomi’s untouchable taboo, and she wouldn’t allow Jackson to slander him like that. She slapped him hard, wanting to tell her grandfather about breaking off the engagement. Unexpectedly, Damian was gravely ill. On his deathbed, he said that his greatest regret was not being able to see her and Jackson get married. Naomi reluctantly told Damian that after they got their marriage certificate, she would definitely show it to him, assuring him that he could rest in peace. Thus, because of her grandfather’s dying wish and her gratitude towards Jackson for saving her when they were young, Naomi no longer brought up the idea of breaking off the engagement. However, Jackson became more convinced that Naomi was only after the Spencer family’s power, and he often mocked and ridiculed her. As he turned to leave, he suddenly paused. He made a phone call to his subordinates, instructing them to withdraw one million dollars from his personal account and investigate whether there was any sign of her at the address sent by the kidnapper. Naomi stopped sobbing, and her bright eyes were filled with hope. It seemed that she still held a place in his heart. Half an hour later, Jackson’s subordinates called. “Mr. Spencer, we’ve thoroughly checked the place you mentioned, including the basement, but we didn’t find Ms. Moore anywhere.” Jackson coldly responded, “I understand.” A layer of coldness quickly enveloped his body, and even in her soul form, Naomi could feel the resentment emanating from him, from the inside out. “Naomi, you’re lying to me again!” Naomi was confused. Her body was indeed in that location, so why hadn’t they found her? At this moment, Yelena came over to ask about the situation. After Jackson explained, she let out a sneer. “Jackson, Naomi must have sent that message just to annoy you. She’s definitely doing it on purpose. When we were twelve, we went hiking with Mom and Dad. She tricked me all the way to the highest peak and almost caused me to fall. Afterward, she cried and claimed it wasn’t her fault. “She’s always using tricks like that. She’ll probably be back tonight. But right now, we don’t have time to play her games. Sir Spencer will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Shouldn’t we start preparing?”

Naomi desperately tried to explain to Jackson that it wasn’t her fault. It was Yelena who insisted on going to the top of the mountain to take pictures. At the time, she even warned Yelena that it was too dangerous, but she was determined to go up. But she forgot that Jackson couldn’t hear her. Everything was in vain. After hearing Yelena’s words, Jackson’s expression softened. His grandfather, Oscar Spencer, had been in the hospital for over half a year, and he was always most concerned about him and Naomi. He didn’t believe Naomi would be absent from the welcoming banquet for his grandfather tomorrow. With this thought, he no longer cared about Naomi and followed Yelena away. Before long, Yelena rushed back to this secluded corner by herself, looking around nervously. After confirming that no one was around, she dialed a mysterious number. When the call connected, she spoke in a low voice. “Is everything taken care of? Don’t worry, Jackson won’t find out. “You did well. The fifty thousand dollars will be transferred to your account soon.” Naomi floated next to her, and her gaze locked onto Yelena’s eyes. It was then that she finally understood why Jackson’s subordinates hadn’t found any clues. Yelena had bribed one of his subordinates and made him say it on purpose. Her accident was actually related to Yelena. It was all her plan. Jackson drove Yelena out to shopping, and Naomi floated into the car, sitting in the back. She watched the man through the rearview mirror. She whispered inwardly, “Jackson, why won’t you go to the scene yourself?” The man she had loved for twelve years, and yet he didn’t trust her. Maybe it was her chance to survive, and he had just missed it. At the Spencer Manor, Oscar was discharged from the hospital, and the Spencer family hosted a family banquet, especially inviting Antony and his family. Naomi had nowhere else to go, so she just followed behind the group. In fact, she hadn’t seen Oscar for a long time and missed him dearly. She glanced at the young man standing behind Oscar, tall and muscular, dressed in black, exuding an air of aloofness and indifference. Naomi knew his name was Thomas Spencer, an adopted son of the Spencer family. He wasn’t well-liked by Jackson’s parents, but Oscar had always shown him a great deal of favor. She didn’t have much interaction with Thomas, but for some reason, it felt as though she had just seen him before. Oscar was naturally happy to see his family, while Madison subtly tugged at Yelena’s sleeve, signaling her with a glance. She understood immediately and walked up obediently to speak with Oscar. Oscar narrowed his eyes, looked her up and down, and then simply replied with a faint “Okay” before turning his attention away from her. Yelena froze, forcing a smile at the corners of her mouth that looked somewhat unnatural. Jackson scanned the crowd and noticed that there was no sign of Naomi. His palm tightened a little. He opened his phone, but she hadn’t sent him any new messages. His heart suddenly felt a little anxious. Oscar spoke slowly. “Jackson, why didn’t Naomi come today?” Upon hearing his grandfather’s question, Jackson’s throat tightened, and he swallowed a couple of times. “Grandpa, Naomi…” Antony, with a smile plastered on his face, stepped forward to explain, “This stubborn girl had a small misunderstanding with Yelena and ran off. Don’t worry, Sir Spencer. Once she comes back, I’ll make sure she apologizes to you.” Jackson’s eyes suddenly widened. Naomi hadn’t returned all night. After spending so many years together, he knew that she never stayed out overnight. At the thought of the extortion message from yesterday, his heart began to race. Helena Spencer, sensing the tense atmosphere, quickly chimed in, “This girl’s temper has been getting worse lately, always running away from home. If she marries Jackson, she’ll probably cause nothing but chaos. I think Yelena is much more sensible than her sister…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but the people present all understood the implication. Oscar didn’t respond but instead shifted his gaze to Jackson. “The police called me earlier and said they found her bracelet and bloodstained clothes in the suburbs. I… I didn’t know she didn’t come home last night.” His words carried a hint of unease, and his voice trembling slightly. Naomi sneered in her spirit form. “Jackson, now you finally realize I’m missing?” “Grandpa, I’m going to the police station.” “Thomas, I’m going with him!”

Everyone in the room saw Oscar leaving, and the rest of them followed to the police station. The officer in charge of the case was Gavin Booker. He glanced at Jackson with a slight frown and thought, “Logically, upon hearing that his fiancée was missing, he should have gone to the police station that very day to confirm the situation. Why did he only come today?” “Mr. Spencer, you came at just the right time,” Gavin said. “We’ve discovered a new lead. We found some skin tissue of your fiancée, and we are currently comparing it with the blood stains’ DNA.” “What?” Jackson’s body stiffened, and for a moment, his legs went weak. A stack of documents on the desk was knocked over. His face grew pale, and his head buzzed as if the air had been frozen and he couldn’t breathe. Gavin sighed. “Our preliminary suspicion is that Ms. Naomi Moore may have met with an unfortunate incident…” “No!” Yelena stepped forward to interrupt, her voice sharp. “Officer Booker, these pieces of evidence don’t prove anything. My sister likes to play these tricks. We’re all used to it. Don’t make a big deal out of this. Just close the case.” Antony’s expression darkened as he said, “Yes, yes, this is just a family matter. There’s no need to trouble you any further. My daughter is the most troublesome one. She likes to create all kinds of strange situations to grab our attention.” Looking around at the crowd of people in the room, Gavin couldn’t help but feel a sense of confusion. “Who exactly are all of you in relation to Ms. Moore?” Gavin couldn’t help but feel pity for Naomi. He looked at this family, and a sense of disbelief washed over him. All of them here were her biological father, her fiancé, and her in-laws. But none seemed to show any real concern or urgency. “Officer, we are all quite busy,” Antony added, his voice dismissive. “If there’s nothing else, we’d like to leave now.” Gavin slammed the file onto the table, and his gaze sharp. “This is your family member. Don’t you care at all?” Antony found it absurd and laughed sarcastically. “Oh, look at what you’re saying. How much do you earn in a month? My daughter spends more than that just on pocket money. She has a car, money, and a fiancé. What reason does she have to do something drastic? You police are just making a fuss and scaring people with all this nonsense. “She’s always competing with Yelena for attention, trying to be number one in everything. Now she’s causing all this trouble. It’s such a disgrace to the Moore family.” “Don’t you really worry that Ms. Moore might be in danger?” Gavin asked, still unwilling to let it go. Yelena responded coldly, “What if this is just a prank by Naomi? She probably just threw away some pigskin or dog skin to waste the police’s time. Even if it’s really her skin tissue, it’s something she did on purpose.” At this moment, Helena chimed in, “Yelena, I know you’ve been wronged. Come on, let’s go buy some jewelry to get rid of the bad luck.” Naomi’s spirit floated past each person, carefully observing their expressions, hoping to see a hint of concern on their faces. But there was none. Jackson stood there without moving, and Gavin glanced at him mockingly. “So, what about you, Mr. Spencer? Do you also think your fiancée is just playing a joke on you?” He looked up. His gaze was as deep and cold as a winter’s abyss. “If she’s alive, show me the person, but if she’s dead, show me the body!” He uttered these words and walked off without looking back. Gavin kicked over the table in front of him, swearing under his breath. The other officers in the room exchanged puzzled glances. After years of handling cases, they had never encountered a missing rich young woman being so blatantly ignored by her own family. Naomi couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong to deserve such humiliation. “Dad, when I was little, you told me that no matter what happens, you would always be my support. “Mrs. Spencer, the last time we met, you even said you were looking forward to me becoming part of the family soon. “Jackson, am I really so insignificant to you? I am your fiancée. Don’t the vows we made once mean anything to you?”

Naomi remembered her 18th birthday vividly. She had wanted to visit the amusement park, but the crowds were overwhelming, and in the chaos, she lost her phone. Unable to reach her, Jackson had no choice but to book the entire park. Only when the crowds had dispersed did he find her fast asleep on the Ferris wheel. She still remembered the moment she woke up. The young man in front of her had well-defined facial features. His chin was slightly raised, and a hint of reproach in his bright eyes. He exuded a wildness and unruliness, and the warm sunlight filtering through the glass windows illuminated him, making him appear like the hero from a comic book. But now, he no longer cared whether she lived or died. Naomi wondered if there ever came a day when he truly listened to her side of the story and realized all the misunderstandings. Would he regret everything he had done on the day? Sitting quietly in the corner, Oscar gestured for Thomas to push him out. He had already sent people to investigate the matter, and now he only felt guilty for failing his late friend’s request. As Thomas pushed him out, he glanced in the direction where Naomi was standing. He softly said, “Come with me.” Her soul froze for a moment. She thought, “Could he see me?” Somehow, she found herself following his words, and by some strange instinct, she followed them back to the Spencer Manor. Jackson felt a wave of inexplicable frustration rising within him. He sent a message to Naomi: [I’ve already given you a way out. What else do you want? If you come back today, I’ll forgive everything you’ve done.] Her soul stared at the message, falling into silence. Suddenly, she couldn’t stop trembling as the immense pull came again. In a daze, she found herself in a hospital room where Thomas was standing. The doctor furrowed his brows and said, “The patient has suffered severe physical and emotional trauma. Her will to survive is very weak, and she refuses to wake up.” Naomi’s soul floated closer and looked at the body on the bed. It was her own. It turned out that Thomas had secretly saved her. At the thought of the terrifying torment at the hands of that perverted man, she trembled. After she passed out from the pain, she woke up to find herself in a soul state, always following Jackson. Her memory stopped at the abandoned factory in the suburbs, where she had been attacked. As for what happened afterward, she couldn’t remember. Or, more accurately, she didn’t want to think about it, and she certainly didn’t want her soul to return to that battered body full of scars. Her soul drifted back to Jackson’s side again. At this moment, the man was endlessly scrolling through his phone, waiting for a response to the messages he had sent to Naomi, but there was no reply. Jackson felt as though something was slowly being hollowed out from his heart. He lit a cigarette and dialed a number to his assistant, Ryan. “Search for Naomi’s whereabouts thoroughly,” he said. After a brief pause, he added, “I’ll head over, and we’ll look together.” Naomi sneered, filled with sarcasm, and thought, “Only now are you panicking? Why weren’t you concerned earlier? At the police station, you showed no sign of worry. Now, this sudden display of concern. Who are you trying to fool?” Jackson picked up his coat and was about to go out when Yelena entered the bedroom. His face darkened. ” Yelena, I’ve already made myself clear that day. From now on, we need to maintain a normal relationship.” Yelena bit her lips, and her eyes turned red. “Jackson, Naomi posted a picture of herself visiting Oakwood City on her social media. I knew it. She must be playing some kind of joke on us.” “Oakwood City?” Jackson’s heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered that Naomi had once said they would visit Oakwood City together after their wedding, taking photos at the ends of the earth to create memories. But now, she had gone there alone. Yelena secretly observed Jackson’s changing expression, and with a sly smile, she continued, “But I found someone who liked her post has posted the same content. Jackson, do you think she went out to meet another man? Maybe she’s afraid we’ll find out, so she created this whole mess.” Her words fell into his ears, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Jackson snatched Yelena’s phone away. His eyes locked onto the photo of a back view at the seaside. Anger surged in him. He quickly tapped on the profile of the person who had liked the post, only to find the same photo posted on their social media as well. “No one has ever done this to me! Naomi, you really think I have to marry you, don’t you? You really think you’re the only one who can find a man!” he shouted. In a fit of madness, he grabbed his phone with one hand and kissed Yelena passionately. At the same time, he snapped a photo of their kiss and posted it to his social media, tagging Naomi specifically. “Naomi, I don’t believe you won’t call me.”

Jackson sat on the sofa, constantly checking his watch. He had been waiting for a long time, but still, no call came from Naomi. Irritated, he stood up abruptly and angrily sent her several voice messages. “Is it just because I stood you up and we didn’t get the certificate today? You’ve never been like this. Fine, just set another time, and I’ll definitely go then.” After sending the messages, he still received no reply. Naomi’s soul coldly stared at his sharply defined face. She couldn’t understand why Jackson, who had already been physically intimate with Yelena, still acted so affectionate. Was it really her fault for being entangled all the time? Fuming, Jackson dragged Yelena to the prepared wedding house. It was a detached villa, usually managed by the butler. When the butler saw him bring another woman, he quickly left. The other servants couldn’t help but gossip quietly among themselves. “Mr. Spencer and Ms. Yelena Moore are getting bolder every day.” “Playing around in the wedding house like this. Doesn’t he worry his fiancée will find out and get hurt?” “What’s there to worry about? That simple girl can be easily coaxed with a few nice words. Besides, with Mr. Spencer’s wealth, sticking to just one woman would be so boring.” Naomi suddenly felt uncomfortable. She took a deep breath as if she could smell a peculiar metallic odor in the air, and the sensation of nausea swept over her once again. It turned out that everyone, except for her, knew about the relationship between Jackson and Yelena. For a moment, she wanted to grab a knife and press it against his neck, demanding to know why he had done so. However, her last shred of rationality reminded her that a person shouldn’t pour all their energy into a single man. She had once had her own career, but for Jackson, she had willingly become a trophy bird. She had to survive, and her past sincerity could be considered entirely wasted. From now on, she would never again owe anything to herself for the rest of her life. She never wanted to see these people again. Yelena thought Jackson was going to do something to her, but to her surprise, he opened two bottles of red wine and drank them all in one go. As the alcohol took effect, he staggered and fell back on the bed, murmuring incoherently. She leaned in, holding her breath to listen, and instantly, her face turned pale with shock. Jackson was repeatedly calling out Naomi. Fuming with anger, Yelena stomped her foot, gritting her teeth in frustration. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she looked at the exquisite nightgown in the wardrobe. She took it in her hands, running her fingers over the fabric, before quickly changing into it. Her graceful figure moved closer to Jackson. Her arm wrapped around the drunken man in front of her. He responded by pulling her waist toward him, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. But the next second, she was suddenly kicked away. “You’re not Naomi. You don’t smell like her,” he muttered before falling into a deep, drunken sleep. No matter how much Yelena tried to tease him, he didn’t stir. Finally, she lost her temper. She stood up and went to the living room and poured a whole bottle of red wine on the wedding photo of Naomi and Jackson. “Why, even after you’ve gone, Jackson still can’t forget you? He even remembers your scent so clearly. “Naomi, I told you, anything I want, I will find a way to take it! “By the way, when Jackson was sick and hospitalized, it was me who had someone steal your phone and documents. You deserve to be misunderstood by him all the time. “Dad doesn’t love you, and Jackson hates you. You are so pitiful, Naomi. It’s better for you to just die. Well, even if you don’t die, I still have ways to deal with you.” Yelena’s eyes were filled with hatred. She picked up a fruit knife and slashed Naomi’s face in the photo. Naomi’s soul felt a moment of dizziness, but it was no longer as overwhelming as before. The next morning, the servants slammed Jackson’s bedroom door open. He opened his bleary eyes, angrily cursing, but the next second, a long vine was whipped across his back. The intense pain immediately sobered him up. When he saw that it was Oscar, he let out a slight sigh of relief. However, when he saw the terrified Yelena, who had just woken up, his heart tightened once again. He rubbed his head with both hands, trying to remember what had happened the night before, but it was all a blur. He regretted bringing Yelena back home. Now, he couldn’t explain himself. “Grandpa,” Jackson called out timidly. “I don’t have a grandson like you! Naomi is missing, and you’re here with another woman. I’ve failed my deceased old friend.” Oscar was furious, pounding his chest. His elderly voice was filled with suppressed anger as he turned and walked away. After Jackson went downstairs, he saw that the wedding photo had been destroyed. A look of disbelief appeared on his face. Yelena was standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself in an extravagant sky-blue nightgown. Upon seeing this, Jackson’s anger flared up. “Who told you to take clothes from the wardrobe? This was a gift I gave to Naomi, and it’s meant to be worn on our wedding night!” Yelena didn’t catch the anger in Jackson’s words, as she was feeling quite pleased with herself. Anyway, Oscar had already caught her and Jackson together. She was certain she would become the lady of the Moore family. She had already slept in Naomi’s wedding bed. What did a mere piece of clothing matter? Jackson, in a state of despair, grabbed at his hair. Just then, the phone rang sharply. He grabbed it without looking at the number, arrogantly saying, “Naomi, you finally couldn’t hold back any longer.” “Mr. Spencer, this is Gavin Booker. I’m calling to inform you that we’ve caught the person who harmed your fiancée. It’s now certain that this person is connected to your fiancée’s disappearance. Please come to the police station immediately.”

Jackson’s grip tightened unconsciously around his phone. He could barely remember how he’d made it out the door, having stubbornly convinced himself that Naomi was just being difficult. He never imagined something had actually happened to her. They’d known each other since childhood and understood each other completely. Naomi would never turn off her phone for days without reason. Even when she was upset, she’d never leave him worried like this. He’d lost all rational thought, buried under accumulated resentment. “Gosh, I’m such an idiot,” he muttered, slamming his fist against the steering wheel repeatedly. Jackson stumbled out into the night, running red lights in his desperation. At one corner, he nearly hit a pedestrian. Frightened bystanders shouted curses, and police sirens wailed behind him, but Jackson never slowed down. By the time he reached the police station, he was barely holding it together. Gavin’s brow furrowed at his first glimpse of him. The last time they’d met, Jackson had been well-dressed and composed, acting like none of this concerned him. But now, the man before him had lost a shoe somewhere along the way and looked completely hollow, as if his very soul had been drained. Ryan had rushed over to handle the traffic violation, while Jackson swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, “Naomi… is she still alive?” In his heart, he was certain Naomi was dead. Regret consumed him. Why hadn’t he taken her desperate call seriously? Why had he withheld information from the police? “This is all my fault. I’m the one who destroyed Naomi. If I had just shown up on time that day to get our marriage license, none of this would have happened.” Jackson’s face was streaked with tears as his body swayed unsteadily, threatening to collapse several times. Despite his distaste for this wealthy heir, Gavin still reached out to help him up. “We’ve caught the murderer, but we haven’t been able to determine Ms. Moore’s location from his interrogation. We asked you here to verify if you’ve ever met this guy before, or if there’s any history between you.” Jackson wiped away his tears, his lips trembling with emotion. “Take me to him now. I need to ask him myself where he’s hidden Naomi.” “I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Mr. Spencer.” Gavin spread his hands helplessly. “During the arrest, there was an incident. He used a blade to slash his own throat. He can’t speak anymore.” Jackson broke free, grabbing Gavin’s collar with both hands and letting out a feral growl. “What were you doing? Are you keeping me from finding her? I’ll file a complaint against all of you!” The other officers in the room rushed to pull him away while Gavin straightened his wrinkled uniform, his face darkened with anger. Usually, his temperament would have demanded teaching such a person a harsh lesson, but right now, he had no interest in escalating things with this madman. When Jackson returned from the interrogation room, he was pale, and his demeanor had completely changed. “I’ll pay whatever it takes to find my fiancée,” he pleaded. Gavin gave him a sardonic look. “Dead or alive?” Jackson’s face fell as he remembered using those exact words during his last visit to the police station. Gavin picked up an evidence bag from the table and spoke with unflinching directness, “We recovered Ms. Moore’s phone from the scene. Though it’s severely damaged and some videos are still unrecoverable, the evidence shows she made a distress call to you first. Then the murderer used her phone to demand a million dollars from you. Why didn’t you mention this?” Each word hit Jackson like a physical blow, filling him with crushing shame. Suddenly, as if struck by a memory, he began stammering his response. “My associate withdrew a million dollars from the account. They went to the specified location but found no trace of anything.” Gavin exchanged a meaningful look with a nearby officer, who immediately understood the silent command. Shortly after, the results came back. “The million dollars was indeed withdrawn from the account, but it never reached the kidnapper. Instead, it was transferred to an offshore account belonging to an underground casino.” “What?” Jackson stared in disbelief. He distinctly remembered assigning one of his men to handle that situation. Ryan, who had just finished dealing with the traffic accident, arrived and whispered something to Jackson after overhearing their conversation. Jackson’s face visibly tensed with growing anxiety.

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There were still seven days left until my due date when Tom Grimes got up in the middle of the night to catch a flight. The reason? His childhood friend, who was studying abroad, was feeling down during her period and wanted to eat the pasta he made. I clutched my sore back and asked him if he really had to go. I was scared to be alone. “I’ll be back in no more than three days. It’ll be fine. Don’t overthink things,” he reassured me. An hour later, my water suddenly broke. “Stop messing around, Sara. I’m about to go through security. Get some sleep.” He hung up without waiting for my response. From that moment on, my baby didn’t have a father. ***** I took deep breaths, trying to stay calm. I lay flat on my back and called an ambulance. Then I phoned my brother, Harry Bains, who should have been asleep, and nearly hung up before he answered. “What’s wrong, Sara? Are you in labor?” he asked with concern. I burst into tears, unable to speak for a while. When my mom gave birth to me, she passed away due to complications. My dad was busy with his business and later remarried. I was raised by Harry, but I had said many hurtful things to him to be with Tom. He had been frustrated with me, telling me he wouldn’t care for me anymore. In the ambulance, I gripped his hand and apologized. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” he said softly. My labor progressed very slowly. Even oxytocin didn’t help much, and my amniotic fluid continued to decrease. After five hours of pain, I ended up needing a cesarean section. My daughter was born. The doctor placed her on my chest, congratulating me. She said it had been a long time since they’d seen a baby with such thick hair. I laughed and cried at the same time. The baby’s health was all that mattered. Tom and I had named her Elizabeth Grimes, with the nickname Bella. Now, her name was Elizabeth Bains. She was my daughter, raised by me alone. I slept until the afternoon, then checked my phone to see that Tom had updated me. He’d landed and was at Isabel Olsen’s house. There were two phone calls in between. Then he asked if I had woken up yet, whether I’d eaten, and if I was still angry. Isabel had posted a picture online: pasta with fried eggs and sauce on top. The caption read: [I’m so happy. Who understands? My bad stomach can’t handle such deliciousness.] Tom commented: [You’re exaggerating.] Isabel replied: [Love you!] Harry asked me what I wanted to eat. I showed him the picture, saying I wanted the same. Tom called again. I took a deep breath before answering. “Sara? You finally picked up. You’ve been ignoring me. I was so scared,” he said. I didn’t say anything. “Are you still angry?” he asked. Isabel’s voice then came over. “Sara, don’t be mad at Tom. It’s all my fault. I didn’t expect him to come over. I thought I was so hungry I started hallucinating. “By the way, I bought a gift for Bella, plus some small clothes. Perfect for Tom to bring back.” Tom laughed, looking a little helpless as he told her to move away so she wouldn’t get flour all over his clothes. He said, “We’re making sandwiches. She just ate some pasta and is already thinking about the next meal.” Isabel chimed in, “My sandwiches look better than yours.” Tom replied, “Let’s see who’s better.” They bantered with each other. Tom laughed happily, sounding much livelier and more childish than when he was with me. “Honey?” he called out. I responded, “Hmm, I’m listening.” “How’s the baby? She didn’t give you any trouble today, right?” I sneered, “No, she’s very well-behaved.” He sighed with relief, “That’s good. Don’t make jokes like that again. I know it’s the hormones affecting your mood.” “Yeah, you guys go ahead. I’m going to eat too,” I replied.

I called Harry and told him I wasn’t going to have pasta anymore. I wanted sandwiches made by him. He chuckled, “Sure, little princess.” The nurse handed me my daughter, and I gently touched her nose. My heart melted as I said, “You’re also the little princess. From now on, you’re stuck with your uncle for life, okay?” The next day, Harry helped me get out of bed and walk around. The pain from my wound made me tear up. I noticed his sadness and joked, “When you get married and have kids, you’re probably going to cry your eyes out, huh?” He tapped my head. “No way.” Back in the hospital room, I saw a message from Tom. It said that it was snowing in his city. The flights were grounded, and he couldn’t make it back. Tom: [Sorry, darling. I didn’t check the weather forecast, and I don’t know how it ended up snowing so heavily overnight.] I looked out the window at the bright sunshine and lush green. It felt like we were living in two parallel worlds. Without me around, he might have had a happier life with Isabel. Tom and I were both graduate students in the same department. He was a year ahead of me and was my senior. I fell for him at first sight and made the first move. He was cold and distant, so I kept chasing him relentlessly. Six months later, we were together, keeping our relationship secret until he graduated. Harry once said that Tom only agreed to be with me after learning about my family’s financial situation. I didn’t want to listen to that. Tom said he loved me, and I believed him wholeheartedly. I secretly asked Harry to help invest in Tom’s startup. After the celebration dinner, Tom was drunk and started babbling nonsense, “I made money now. You can study abroad wherever you want. I’ll support you. I’ll never let you suffer again.” Harry sarcastically asked when I had decided to study abroad. I couldn’t answer him, because it was Isabel who planned to go abroad. It was just drunken talk anyway. They’d grown up together, and their bond was strong. I told myself that it was normal. I loved him and wanted to be with him. The next day, when he was sober, I asked him if he wanted to marry me. He looked surprised and asked if I had let something slip the night before. He had already bought a ring and was planning to propose. Harry and I got into a huge argument. In the end, he sighed, “Fine, do whatever you want. Don’t come crying to me afterward.” I replied to Tom’s message: [It’s fine. You should spend more time with Isabel over there anyway. You two haven’t seen each other in a while.] Tom: [Thanks, darling. I was just thinking that after you give birth, you’ll need people around, so I rushed over to see Isabel.] It was true I needed people—doctors, nurses, the confinement nanny, and Harry. But I didn’t think he quite counted as people. He asked a few more questions about the baby, and I assured him she was doing well and there was no need to worry. Bella clutched my finger, babbling baby talk. I didn’t realize I was crying until my tears fell onto her clothes. “You’re not crying, but I am,” I said with a smile. “Sweetheart, I’m not as strong as you are.” The nanny grabbed a towel to apply a warm compress to my eyes. “You shouldn’t cry like this during your confinement. If your eyes get ruined, that’s a lifetime problem.”

Three days after giving birth, I still had no milk. Harry said the formula was better and that it would make things easier for me. I cried again. Tom wanted to video call me to show me the snow scene and the snowman they built. I told him I was eating with Harry, so he gave up. Tom: [With Harry there, I feel a lot more at ease. You’re about to give birth, and I’ve been so worried.] I scoffed. He hadn’t been worried about me when he had left. I’d already seen the snowman on Isabel’s post. The two of them had rolled around in the snow, their faces and noses flushed red. Their smile was bright. Last winter, when it snowed, I bought some molds online and happily placed a row of ducks in front of his car. He casually smashed one of them, saying, “You’re 27. Isn’t this childish?” That night, I couldn’t sleep. While I deleted the photos, Isabel sent me a video. It didn’t have any visuals, just their voices, sounding like they’d been drinking. Isabel asked, “If I had been braver back then, would we be different now?” Tom said, “Isabel, there’s no ‘if’.” Isabel replied, “Didn’t you say you’d celebrate my birthday early? My wish for this year is for you to answer this question.” Tom said, “Maybe. But Isabel, no matter what our relationship is, I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life, as long as you need me.” Isabel choked up, “I do need you.” There was the sound of fabric rustling, and the progress bar reached the end. The next second, she withdrew the video. The need from a childhood friend weighed heavier than a wife in labor. Late into the night, Tom suddenly sent me a message: [Honey, I love you, I miss you and Bella.] I laughed at his hypocrisy. Four days after giving birth, I was discharged from the hospital and moved into a confinement center. It wasn’t the one Tom and I had booked, but the one Harry found for me, which was even better. Tom wanted another video call to see the baby, but I told him the phone’s camera was broken. “Okay. When I get back, I’ll buy you a new one,” Tom said. “What did you do today?” “Sleep,” I replied. He asked why I seemed down and why my voice sounded so lifeless. I couldn’t help but sneer. Of course, I wasn’t as happy as them, reunited after a long separation. Now, just hearing his voice made me feel disgusted. But I savored this feeling, almost masochistically. The more miserable I felt, the less shaken I would be. “I just didn’t sleep well,” I replied. “Did Bella keep you up again?” His tone was full of concern. “I have a flight tomorrow morning, but I’ll be there by tonight, hopefully without any delays.” “Tom, are you ready?” Isabel called out. Tom hummed to her and told me, “Isabel and I are going to go out for a while. Is there anything you want? If it’s a bag or cosmetics, I don’t know much about those, but you can tell Isabel.” Before I could answer, Isabel snatched the phone away. “Hey, Sara, what do you want? Send me a list, and we’ll make him spend big.” “No, I don’t want anything,” I replied. “Tom, just come back early.” Tom laughed and asked, “Miss me?”   Tom’s flight was delayed by another day, and he managed to get back just a day before my due date. The timing was perfect, and he was proud of it. “Has the baby moved yet?” “No, it’s still sound asleep.” “I’ve called a cab. I’ll be home soon.” I took my time washing my hair and having some afternoon coffee before slowly answering Tom’s call. “Sara, where are you? What’s going on at home? Did a thief break in?” he asked in a panic. Harry had taken all my and the baby’s things, and he had broken everything that could be smashed. “I don’t know what happened,” I replied. He seemed to realize something. “Sara, didn’t you say you were no longer angry? “Where are you now? At Harry’s place? I’ll come over right now to apologize in person. How about that?” “No, it’s not okay,” I refused. “Honey, I’m sorry. You’re about to give birth. Don’t be stubborn. It’s not good for you or the baby,” he urged. “You still remember I’m about to give birth?” He grunted in pain, as if having bumped into something. “Sara…” He sounded helpless. “Please, tell me where you are. You can hit me or yell at me. Just let me see you. I’m really worried.” “Aren’t I talking to you just fine? What’s there to be worried about?” I sipped my soup. “I’m not even angry with you.” “Sara Bains, can you stop talking like that? I’m trying to communicate and solve the problem with you,” he sulked. I chuckled, “Right, solve the problem. Tomorrow, Harry’s lawyer will contact you. I’m going to divorce you, Tom.” “What? Divorce?” He still thought I was just being emotional. “Honey, please, stop joking. You’re pregnant and about to give birth. Let’s talk about other things once the baby is safely born.” I hung up the phone. Harry came over after work and said that Tom had gone to his company to find him. Tom had first gone to our neighborhood but was stopped by the security guards at the gate. I smiled and said, “Then you’d better be careful. Don’t let him follow you here.” “Don’t worry. Even if he finds it, he won’t be able to get in,” he replied. Tom refused to sign the divorce agreement and nearly punched the lawyer. After his outburst, he begged Harry to let him see me. He insisted that I could go into labor at any moment and that he needed to be with me. Harry gave him a solid punch, and I could even hear flesh hitting flesh through the phone. I asked Harry to hand the phone to Tom. “Bella, are you full?” Bella babbled a response. “Sara…” Tom was shocked. “She…” “I told you. My water broke,” I replied.

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My name was Cynthia Mitchell. Six months ago, my daughter Evelyn Powell was diagnosed with uremia, and she needed a kidney transplant from me. However, on the eve of the surgery, I unexpectedly discovered that Evelyn was not sick at all. The real patient in need of my kidney was my husband, Daniel Powell, and his first love, Edith White’s son. It turned out that this was a scheme set up by Daniel to deceive me into donating a kidney. Evelyn was also a participant in this deception. I was the only one kept in the dark. At that moment, my ten-year marriage and familial bonds collapsed, leaving only coldness and despair. I threw a divorce agreement at Daniel, and I also gave up custody of Evelyn. “I was wrong to deceive you, but do you really have to ask for a divorce?” Daniel frowned, “I just wanted you to donate a kidney. You won’t die from losing one, but if Andy doesn’t get a good kidney, he won’t live much longer.” I closed my eyes and pushed the divorce agreement back to Daniel. “Sign it.”

“Cynthia, you have been a housewife for ten years and can’t stand on your own anymore. I have supported you all these years. You wouldn’t survive without me.” Daniel shook his head helplessly. “Stop being unreasonable. Go with me to the hospital tomorrow for the kidney donation surgery. Don’t worry. I won’t look down on you for being somewhat disabled. I will still send you money every month and take care of you.” “On what grounds do you ask for a divorce? You are just a nanny living off my dad’s support in my house,” Evelyn shouted angrily at me. “You only lose a kidney, but Andy could lose his life.” I stared at her blankly, unable to believe that the obedient Evelyn would say such things. “Women like you, with a changed figure, average looks, and no abilities, which man would want you after you leave Dad? Even a homeless man on the street wouldn’t look at you.” Evelyn looked at me with disdain, holding a mirror up to my face. “Look at yourself. You look like a pig—fat and ugly. Donating a kidney to Edith’s son is an honor for you. Don’t be ungrateful.” In the mirror, I saw a haggard and aged face, completely different from the person I had been ten years ago.

“Are you going to say it again? Was it because you gave birth to me and were exhausted while taking care of me, which caused you to take medicine for years and end up with a plump figure?” Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Please, stop blaming me for your laziness and lack of self-discipline. Edith also had a child. Why is she so slim?” I recalled how every time there was a parent-teacher meeting in Evelyn’s class, she wouldn’t allow me to attend. I thought it was because she cared about my weak health and that I couldn’t handle the noise. It turned out I was overly sentimental. She actually despised me for the shame I would bring her. The family I thought was happy and complete had already crumbled. “Sign it, or we will meet in court,” I sighed wearily. “Trying to use a divorce to threaten Dad? You really have no self-awareness.” Evelyn shrugged, looking disdainful. Daniel said helplessly, “Do you really want to keep making a scene? Fine, do as you wish. But remember to go to the hospital for the surgery tomorrow. Otherwise, you won’t have living expenses next month. Also, since Edith can’t stand hospital food, you will prepare healthy meals for her. After all, you do nothing but cook and do laundry every day. Making one more person’s meal should be no problem for you.” “We had agreed to have a celebration dinner with Edith today. Meeting you is just bad luck.” Evelyn glanced at me before turning her face away in disgust. “Let’s go out to eat later. Acting like a good daughter for this old woman has been so disgusting.” Listening to Evelyn, it seemed that she and Edith were the real family, while I was merely an unforgivable nanny. That night, I packed my bags and left the villa.   On the night I left home, I joined a recruiting group and quickly found a tutoring job paid by the hour. The next day at eight, I had a trial lesson, and both the parent and child were satisfied with me, so we signed a six-month contract. After leaving my employer’s house, I turned on my phone, which had been on silent, and saw more than 99 missed calls from Daniel. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I thought that after being married to him for ten years, he would be worried about me not coming home for one night. I called him back, but before I could say anything, Daniel started yelling at me, “So you’re playing the runaway game now, huh? Today is Andy’s kidney transplant day. You need to hurry to the hospital, or I will freeze all your cards immediately. Then you can go live on the streets.” Evelyn’s angry voice also came through the phone. “You better come back and serve me and Dad. Know your place.” My anticipation plummeted. “I understand.” “Then hurry back.” Daniel’s tone softened a bit. I sneered, “I only just understood that neither of you ever considered me family. Daniel, I am not obligated to donate organs for your first love’s son. When we got married, I meant to be your wife, not your slave. You need to sign the divorce agreement, and the custody of Evelyn will go to you. Otherwise, I will file for divorce.” I hung up the phone and blocked Daniel’s number.   Just half an hour later, Daniel froze all my bank cards and sent me a message from a new number: [Do you know how difficult it is to be out of money? If you come back now, I will forgive you. The house is a mess. No one has cleaned it.] I would absolutely never go back to that home. I got a new phone number and used the little money I had left to share rent on a small apartment far from the city center. I commuted four hours every day, started my tutoring job, and began to work hard to regain the professional knowledge I had previously abandoned. Two days later, just as I arrived at my employer’s community, I was blocked at the door by Evelyn and Daniel. “I heard you were tutoring here,” Daniel frowned. “If this gets out, I’ll lose face. You better hurry up and quit this job and come back to take care of me and Evelyn. that is the meaning of your life.” I didn’t want to listen to his nonsense and simply asked coldly, “Have you signed the divorce agreement?” “Don’t dream about it. Aren’t you done causing enough trouble?” Daniel was very impatient. “You neglect your own child and go tutor another kid. Evelyn hasn’t had anyone to help her with her studies for a whole week. She has fallen behind.” “The kid who got first place in the weekly test is a guy named Matthew. I only ranked thirty-sixth. I have never placed out of the top three, and now my classmates are laughing at me.” Evelyn glared at me, full of resentment. “It’s all your fault. I will never forgive you.” I chuckled silently. What did I need her forgiveness for? Could it be used as money? Besides, this was not my fault in the first place. However, Matthew Luis was indeed the child I was tutoring. I knew my work was effective, and in that moment, a sense of pride and satisfaction welled up within me.   Seeing that I remained unmoved, Daniel suddenly softened his voice. He took out two designer bags and a set of jewelry from the car. “Look, do you like them? Be good. Don’t be angry with me, and come back with me.” I didn’t say anything. Daniel fell silent for a few seconds. “Andy’s situation worsened these days, and Edith cried every day. It really hurt me to see it. Cee, you are also a mother. How can you bear to see Edith lose her child? Please help her. It’s just donating a kidney.” I finally understood why Daniel was speaking so nicely all of a sudden—it was for his first love. Edith had left him because she found him poor. I had put all my savings into supporting him, spending ten years of my youth working hard alongside him. I thought Daniel loved me as deeply as I loved him, but he only had Edith in his heart. So when Edith turned back to him, he simply let the past go. Meanwhile, I lost without even fighting. At that moment, looking at Daniel, I felt a wave of nausea rise in my heart. I didn’t look at those two again and turned to leave quickly.   Two days later, Matthew’s parents got sick, and they asked me to pick up Matthew after school and take him to the hospital. At the school gate, I ran into Evelyn, who was getting out of school, along with Edith, who came to pick her up. Evelyn’s classmates saw me and said, “Evelyn, your nanny is here to pick you up again.” It turned out that she introduced me like this to others. The children looked at Edith and enviously said, “Wow, your mom is so beautiful.” Evelyn proudly lifted her head and disdainfully glanced at me. “My mom is obviously the best.” Edith also took a proud glance at me and mouthed, “You are such a failure. Even Evelyn looks down on you and doesn’t recognize you.”   At that moment, Matthew came out of the school. He smiled and rushed into my arms, saying, “Cee, thank you for picking me up.” He opened his backpack to show me the empty container inside. “The cookies you made were so delicious. My classmates praised them and ate them all. You are great at teaching and cooking delicious food, and you are gentle. Now they all envy me for having a tutor like you.” I smiled and patted his head. Just as I was about to leave, a sudden scream of terror erupted from the crowd around us. I focused my eyes and found someone with a knife attacking people indiscriminately at the school gate. “Help! There’s a murderer!” I quickly picked up Matthew and ran toward a safe place. Behind me, Evelyn was crying out, “Edith, help me!” When I turned to look, I saw she had fallen to the ground, and the attacker was closing in on her. But Edith completely ignored her and had already run away to save herself. Evelyn shouted at me again, “Fat woman. Come back and save me. If you save me, I will forgive you.” I ignored her and continued running toward a safe place with Matthew in my arms.

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The night before my wedding, I, Katrina Roberts, received a wedding dress that didn’t fit my body. Kevin Blunt, who had been my boyfriend for seven years, snatched it from my hands with a frown and said indifferently, “It’s not for you.” The next day, his childhood sweetheart, Lindsay Palmer, tried it on, and it perfectly fitted her. While looking at her with affection, Kevin said to me without even turning his head, “Don’t blame her. She just likes wearing beautiful outfits.” Then, he didn’t even come back home on our wedding night. So, I went to the hospital to abort the fetus in my womb and called the HR from Kevin’s competitor, Rachel Gill, and accepted their offer. “Rachel, I’ll be coming to work next week,” I said. ***** After pressing the sending button, I felt relieved. Meanwhile, Kevin hadn’t come back home for a whole night and just texted me as if he just discovered that he still had a wife. Kevin: [Do you wake up?] Without receiving my reply, he texted me again. Kevin: [Lindsay smeared the wedding dress yesterday. She didn’t mean to. Remember to take the dress for dry-cleaning when you wake up.] As expected, he contacted me for Lindsay. I blacklisted him and called the most renowned divorce lawyer around town, Max Groves. “Do you take a divorce case involving a marriage that just lasts one day?” As soon as I spoke that out, I couldn’t help but mock myself realizing that my seven-year affection for Kevin ended up in embarrassing vain. Max was apparently astonished and could only say, “Sure. Can you tell me the details about your request?” The conversation with the lawyer continued until noon when Kevin, who didn’t even take the groom’s suit off, cracked the door of my room open. When seeing me, he said nothing but asked with a frown, “Why didn’t you reply to my text?” In fact, I anticipated his question, as I always replied to him almost within a second after he texted me. During all these years of our relationship, I could only get a few words from his text reply. The few times he texted me on his own initiative, it was all for Lindsay. Hanging up the phone, I said perfunctorily, “I got up too late to see your messages.” Kevin didn’t seem to give a damn about my response and put his legs on the table after sitting beside me. Then, he immersed himself in his cell phone with a hint of a smile. Obviously, he was texted Lindsay. Without even looking up, he ordered, “Can you massage my shoulders? I feel so tight around there.” He probably didn’t pay attention to what I just said. Tilting my head, I suddenly noticed a kiss mark on his neck and felt so sick. No response from me irritated Kevin as he rubbed the skin between his eyebrows and said, “Are you not going to do what I say forever? Remember you’re an adult, not a kid, so stop being particular about all these trivial matters and…” The last half of his speech was interrupted as I stood up. “Tell me which part is tight,” I said calmly. Kevin stopped grumbling for a second. He was about to speak something again when he glimpsed the floor mirror opposite the sofa. Seeing my fingers placed near the striking kiss mark on his neck, he bounced up from the sofa as if getting an electric shock. As he stood up unnaturally, Kevin said something to justify his weird behavior, “Alright, you don’t have to massage me. I brought you lunch. Let me heat it up for you, okay?” After he grabbed his phone and fled into the kitchen, I raised my head and saw my ashen face in the mirror. The pain of abortion still lingered in my body, but he didn’t have the slightest clue that our kid had been aborted. Pressing my lips, I clicked on my Instagram and saw a picture enclosed with location information posted by Lindsay. It was taken in an upscale seafood restaurant with a text: [My darling took me to experience a wedding yesterday and took me to enjoy the seafood cuisine. I’m so happy, though it’s a little sorry to waste the food as I have a petite appetite.] In the photo, Kevin lowered his head to carefully wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth. They were as close to each other as newlywed lovebirds I gave it a thumbs up. There was a burnt smell coming from the kitchen, and Kevin hurriedly served the hot lunch to me. From the screen of his mobile phone, which was not locked yet, I saw the chat box with Lindsay. Looking down, I saw the so-called lunch he brought me was some shrimp, obviously the leftovers from his last meal. So, I stood up and poured this dish into the trash bin. My reaction gave him an excuse to vent all his dissatisfaction with me today as he smacked his tongue and said, “I have picked out the burnt ones and threw them away, so what do you mean with that goddamn face? “I’ve given you the wedding you longed for. What else on earth do you want? “I hate your petty attitude. There’s nothing between Lindsay and me.” As I looked at him, I found his excuses more and more hilarious. He must have known I gave a thumbed up at Lindsay’s Instagram. Without a doubt, she told him about that. What a cute couple they were! I put the plate back on the table and said calmly, “Don’t overthink. I’m just allergic to seafood.” Kevin was stunned and looked a little panicked. He said to with a trace of guilt, “Sorry, I forgot. I’ll take you on a honeymoon to make it up when our marriage leave is granted.” I didn’t say anything. Before, whenever I begged him to take me to travel, he would always decline and accuse me of ignoring how busy he was at work. Instead, he used every public holiday to take Lindsay to all the places she wanted to visit. After finding it out in the past, I questioned him about the pictures Lindsay posted on Instagram with tears, only to get his impatient reply, “Lindsay is a child. Do you really have to dwell on every single thing with her?” The wedding yesterday couldn’t be held if I hadn’t almost knelt in front of him. All the guests could see that I was not the heroine of that wedding. In the past, I would have made a fuss, demanding an explanation from him with wails. But now, all that remained in my heart was indifference. After thinking about what I had done in the past, I found myself incredibly stupid. Instead of agreeing with his proposal, I unlocked my phone and saw a message from Rachel: [Welcome to our company. You can start work anytime you want in the next two weeks.] I couldn’t help but smile and immediately replied: [Okay. I’ll be there next Monday.]

Noticing the bright smile on my face, Kevin asked with displeasure, “What are you talking about so happily?” I locked my phone and said perfunctorily, “Nothing.” Unexpectedly, he snatched my phone and tried to unlock it but failed after trying several patterns of the password. He couldn’t help frowning deeper. That was because all the passwords for all my software used to be his birthday. The message I didn’t reply to, along with my abnormal attitude to him, elicited Kevin to become suspicious. He cast my phone on the sofa and tried to ask casually, “Why did you change the password?” Picking up the phone, I replied calmly, “Nothing particular. I just wanted to change it.” Kevin opened his mouth but eventually said nothing. Then, I took me to dinner at night. As I opened the door of the passenger seat, a cute memo was attached to it. It said: [The exclusive seat to Princess Lindsay.] I was about to slam the door when Kevin grabbed my wrist and explained with an embarrassed face, “Lindsay put it there for fun. You can tear it off if you don’t like it.” His behavior was hilarious to me. If he had really cared about what I would feel after seeing this memo, he wouldn’t have allowed Lindsay to put something so provocative here in the very first place. All in all, he preferred Lindsay rather than me. I shrugged indifferently to show it didn’t matter to me and walked around him to the back seat. However, as soon as I sat down, I felt something hard against my butt. Then, I extended my hand and retrieved it. Inside the circle of the diamond ring was an abbreviated name, L.P., meticulously carved. I knew it was Lindsay’s name. Before I could take a closer look, Kevin hurriedly stretched out to grab it. “Lindsay must have dropped it on my car. I’ll bring it to her at the company tomorrow.” As he said that, Kevin observed my expression with evasive eyes to see if I was upset. My calm face relieved his misgivings. I could see it was the best seller of a renowned wedding ring brand, which allowed a man only to purchase one ring with his ID. The brand hyped the sense of ceremony of eternal love and loyalty everywhere before, and this concept deeply attracted me. However, when I pulled together the courage to ask to buy the rings, Kevin responded to me with only mockery, “You can’t see the trap of formalistic consumption? You are so dumb and hopeless.” Burying the grievances deep in my heart, I comforted myself that he was just an over-pragmatic man. Even at the wedding, I wore the plain ring he bought from a roadside stall a few years ago. Now, I discovered that I did have a sense of ceremony. He just preferred to enjoy it with someone else. I could imagine the passionate sex in the back seat that was so wild as to make Lindsay drop the ring. But it didn’t matter to me anymore. During the dinner, Kevin noticed that I took off our wedding ring when he finally shunned his eyes from his cell phone screen. As expected, he questioned me about that, and I replied indifferently without even raising my head, “Oh, I must have lost it. It’s nothing important anyway, isn’t it?” Hearing this, Kevin locked his phone with a troubled face. The thought that I might mind the ring in the back seat drove him to explain, “Lindsay begged me to buy her that ring when we went out purchasing before. I… I couldn’t break her heart, right?” I looked up and said with confusion, “And may I know what it has to do with me?” The totally different attitude he adopted for me and Lindsay triggered millions of fusses between the two of us. His initial indifference and indiscriminate insults later on made me see through this scumbag. Now, I just felt like he was interrupting my meal. After dinner, Kevin insisted on taking me to a mall to choose a new ring. Despite my repeated rejection, he still held on to buying me a new one. While I sat in his car and killed my time by viewing the street, the sky thundered. The next second, it started raining cats and dogs. That was when Kevin’s phone rang. The ringtone did not suit his style at all; obviously, Lindsay set that as the particular ring of her calls, which reminded me that last month, he yelled at me just because I accidentally touched his phone. I was two months pregnant at that time when he shoved me to the ground. A sharp pain struck my womb, and I almost had a miscarriage. Facing my pain, Kevin slammed the door and went out to take Lindsay to buy the snack she suddenly wanted to eat. Recalling the past, I couldn’t help but clench my fists. As expected, Lindsay’s cry broke out from his cell phone receiver. “Kevin, it’s thundering. I’m so scared at home alone. Can you come to my place?” she said. He immediately pulled over and said, out of an eagerness to be there with Lindsay without feeling sorry for me at all, “I have something urgent to do now. It is not far from the mall here. Just select the ring you like yourself.” I was left in the heavy rain. Looking at the road signs, I found the closest mall from here was a kilometer away. Then, I received a message reminding me to receive the money Kevin transferred to me for the ring. With a sneer, I transferred the money back to him and took a taxi home. The moment I reached home, I, still drenched, received the text that Lindsay sent me “by mistake”. Lindsay: [A hug from my darling smooths the fear brought by thunder!] It was accompanied by a selfie of her sitting in Kevin’s hug.

Before I could take a closer look at this message, it was immediately withdrawn. The next second, I received Kevin’s call when he tried his best to ask me in a calm voice, “Are you at home right now? Why did you refuse my money?” With the desire to change my clothes and take a hot shower, I replied casually, “Yeah, and I’m not short of money. Just keep it for yourself.” Noticing he didn’t mean to hang up at all, I added, “Anything else?” After a momentary hesitation, he asked, “Did you… Did you see that picture just now?” I sneered softly, “Yeah.” I heard his breathing going abnormally rapidly. He whispered his question, “Aren’t you mad at me?” Being mad at Kevin now seemed ridiculous to me as I had gotten used to it. He had abandoned me for the sake of Lindsay countless times. Putting the phone on the table, I changed my wet clothes while replying to him, “Why should I? Have fun with her.” The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became noticeably lighter. “I’m glad you’re not angry. By the way, Lindsay’s birthday is coming in a week. You two have known each other for so many years. She heard that your family used to make traditional handmade decorations for living, so maybe you can make her one as a birthday present.” My breath paused. My parents used to run an old traditional craft shop and were even interviewed by the local TV. However, in my senior year of high school, they were killed in a car accident when purchasing raw materials. Orphaned, I hit rock bottom. After transferring to another school, the very person who warmed me and rescued me from the abyss of desperation was Kevin. Being moved by his attentive care for me, I agreed to date him, and he swore to me with tears in his eyes that he would treat me as well as my parents for the rest of his life. He knew exactly how anything related to craft would tear the scar off deep in my heart. But he still tore it off without hesitation anyway. Now, only seven years had passed, and he demanded I use my family’s traditional craftsmanship to make his childhood sweetheart happy. Feeling the pain of pinching my own palms, I tried my best to stay calm and said with a trembling voice, “I know. Tell her to send me a picture of the decoration she wants.” After hanging up the phone, I let out a long breath, convincing myself to take all of this as the reciprocation of Kevin’s help in the past. When this thing was over, I would owe him nothing. There were still a few days left on my wedding leave, so I went to the company to apply for my resignation and gave the finished decoration to Kevin. I hadn’t engaged in anything related to craft these years and scrapped many models to finish a satisfying one. I attached several Band-Aids to the wounds on my hand, all of which were caused by accidental scratches during the making of Lindsay’s birthday gift. Even though I knew it was for her, I didn’t want to finish it perfunctorily. However, as I approached his office, I heard him comforting someone in a magnetic voice. “I married Katrina just because I felt sorry for her. She is an orphan and has been with me for so many years. What will others see me if I don’t marry her? Lindsay, you’re the only woman I love. I don’t love Katrina at all. I just have to be responsible for her as a man.”   Instantly, all his shit about sympathy and responsibilities made me press my lips so hard that my vision kept going blurry. Despite all my preparation for accepting that he didn’t love me, listening to that thing from him still ached my heart. Seven years of my devotion eventually ended up being a complete joke. After taking a few deep breaths, I gradually calmed down and decided to at least end this relationship decently. As I pushed the door open, Kevin saw me and pushed Lindsay away from his arms as if he had been electrocuted. He stood up and asked in panic, “Why are you here?” Taking out an exquisitely packaged box from my bag, I said calmly, “I’m here to deliver. You should have received my message an hour ago.” Kevin was stunned and glanced at his phone whose screen was down on the table. “Sorry, I didn’t see it.” As we were talking, Lindsay bounced towards me and took the box from my hand. She rudely tore open the box I had carefully packed, took out the two small decorations, and chuckled. “Wow, Kevin, I didn’t expect you to take my casual words into your heart and ask her to make it for me!” After saying that, she separated the originally combined decoration very naturally and hung it on Kevin’s belt. “Okay, now our decorations are even a couple! Although it looks a bit ugly, I managed to appreciate the peculiar cuteness of it,” she said. Hearing her comments on my work, I subconsciously glanced at the Band-Aids on my hand and directly looked into Lindsay’s eyes. When making the decorations, I consulted a famous master of handmade crafts. He praised my finished work as an outstanding product that could be put on display for its prominent quality. Without a doubt, she degraded me on purpose. My sharp gaze gave Lindsay an excuse to cover her mouth artificially and hide behind Kevin, shivering in fear. She said, “Katrina, why are you staring at me like that? Are you still mad at the picture I sent you by mistake yesterday?” Since I had delivered the gift they demanded I make, I was reluctant to waste my time on these bitches anymore and was about to take out the resignation application from my bag when Lindsay rudely interrupted my action. “It’s all my fault for stealing your highlight at the wedding that day, but Kevin spent the whole day with me choosing that wedding dress. I just couldn’t help trying it on at a real wedding,” she said. I froze for a second in order to suppress the sickness coming up through my throat. So, that was the case. Until the night before my wedding, I didn’t have a wedding dress that only belonged to me. I remembered how humbly I begged Kevin to choose a wedding dress, and he always refused me with the excuse of being busy. It turned out that he was busy dating Lindsay. My hand holding the resignation application stopped, and I turned to look at Kevin with a bitter smile. “It seems that what I just heard outside your office is the word from the bottom of your heart, doesn’t it?” Kevin was quite at a loss to reply, and I turned around to leave rather than wait for him to make up another lie. He hurriedly caught up with me and grabbed my wrist, explaining to me incoherently, “Katrina, that… That is not true. The day I came with her to try on those wedding dresses was because…” “Save it, Kevin,” I interrupted him with a frown. “You don’t have to explain to me. I don’t care.” Kevin still thought I said those out of compulsion and rage, but when looking into my eyes, he was stunned as the only thing in my eyes was indifference. He finally began to panic, tightening the grip on my hand and saying with red eyes, “Katrina, I know I have neglected your feelings these days. Give me some time, and I assure you that I’ll make it up for you.” However, I just looked at him coldly and said without mercy, “I said I don’t give a damn about whoever you love. It has nothing to do with me.” My words made him stare at me in great disbelief. His lips trembled as he still wanted to say something. Eventually, he found himself speechless. I tried hard but couldn’t free my hands from his grip. As we were in the stalemate, all the lights in the company suddenly went out. Fire alarms rang throughout the floors, and people rushed out of the building, screaming. The sudden accident made him release his hands, and when I looked up again, he had disappeared. I followed the crowd and ran towards the escape passage but was knocked to the ground by Kevin, who carried Lindsay in his arms. He looked too nervous to notice me. After shoving me, he rushed into the escape passage with her and locked the door without hesitation, leaving me in the dark office building alone. As the warning lights kept flashing, my heart sank. I encountered the same situation once a few years ago. At that time, I was six months pregnant and was locked by chance in the office. As the office was gradually filled with thick smoke, I could only call Kevin for help. After failing to get through a dozen times, he finally answered my call and shouted at me through the phone, “Don’t you have anything else to do? Stop pissing me!” When I called him again, he blocked my number. I fainted in the fire, managing to save my life for the sake of the firefighters who came to the rescue in time. The baby in my fetus, however, was aborted due to suffocation. Losing my baby stranded me in endless pain as I wept every day, yet he scolded me for being too sentimental. Later, I found out that he was shopping with Lindsay when I was trapped in the fire. No matter how many times such emergencies happened, he would abandon me without blinking his eyes. That was so ridiculous. Fortunately, the alarm button was accidentally pressed, and I slowly got up from the ground, found the company seal in Kevin’s office, and stamped my resignation application with it. Also on that night, I hired a moving company to move all my belongings away. Before heading to the airport, I left the divorce agreement on the table. However, after I boarded and turned my phone to airplane mode, Kevin started sending me countless messages like crazy.

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The whole world knew that Mason Whitmore treasured his wife above all else. In order to fulfill my dream of becoming an actress, he was willing to spend several hundred million dollars to tailor a movie for me. Simply because I said I missed him, he braved a heavy snowstorm and walked over a dozen miles to visit me on set. Even on our wedding day, he had our love story broadcast on commercial screens worldwide, allowing seven billion people to witness our perfect romance. But deep down, I knew that my child and I were nothing but pawns to make his first love regret her decisions. Later, he got what he wanted, and I completely disappeared from his world. Yet, he went crazy… ***** “Are you sure you want to take this international flight? It’s a 30-hour journey, and such a young child might not be able to bear it.” “Yes, I’m sure.” After receiving my affirmative reply, the airline staff on the phone asked for my personal information and remarked, “You and Mr. Whitmore must have a great relationship. Are you going to Acria for a vacation together?” I smiled and didn’t respond. I just gently patted my daughter, who was sound asleep in the stroller. Acria was remote and sparsely populated. There, no one would recognize me or Mason. Only in that place could I give Anna a normal childhood. A moment later, I received a notification on my phone that the flight ticket had been successfully booked. The agent called, “Your flight ticket and documents are almost ready. The visa will likely take about another month to come through.” I thought, “A month…” I lowered my gaze, my eyes fixed on the printed itinerary by the bed. In the past, Mason always avoided being on camera, but this time, he agreed to join a couples’ variety show for the sake of our daughter. The destination for the final episode of the show was Uchya. That was where I decided to marry him. At that time, I was already a somewhat famous actress. Afraid of being recognized, we always moved around in secret. He was willing to stay with me without any complaints. By the deserted arch bridge, he handed me a contract and knelt on one knee before me, saying, “Charlotte, I’ve acquired the best film agency in the industry to support you. Have you considered giving me a rightful place in your life? I promise I will give you the most perfect love in the world. Back then, I didn’t know that, in truth, he had already broken his promise from the start. His so-called perfect love was nothing but a massive lie. The only person he ever loved was Harper Sterling, the first love who had resolutely abandoned him when he fell into a financial crisis. Later, after returning to the country, the two of them got entangled once again. And I, along with our child, were nothing more than tools he used to make her regret her choices after his success. The door creaked softly. Mason gently wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. The natural scent of sandalwood immediately enveloped me. “Darling, did Anna make a fuss today?” I shot him a cold look, subtly pushing him away, and asked, “Why are you back so early?” He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I missed my precious ones.” As he spoke, our daughter in the stroller began to cry. Mason, usually strict and decisive in public, immediately bent down and picked up Anna, gently rocking her in his arms. He let her wriggle around and wrinkle his expensive shirt. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Daddy will make you some milk…” With that, he carried her into the kitchen. The glass door muffled the sound. His back was broad, and Anna obediently lay on his shoulder. While making milk for our daughter, he didn’t forget to warm up a bowl of dessert for me. Love for the wife and pampering of the daughter, what a heartwarming scene. But the next moment, a sharp ringtone broke the silence. The caller ID showed a sun emoji. My eyelashes fluttered, and I picked up Mason’s phone, which he had casually left on the coffee table. As soon as I answered, a cry echoed from the other end. “Mason, you already have a wife and a daughter. Why do you keep sleeping with me over and over again? What do you even take me for…” What a dramatic, tragic storyline it was, if the male lead hadn’t been my husband, that is. Mason, still unaware of what had just happened, gently shook Anna’s small hand in the kitchen and waved at me. He mouthed to me, “I love you.” The woman on the phone was still crying. I forced a bitter smile at him but didn’t respond to his silent declaration of love. After all, from that moment on, I no longer wanted that love.

When Mason returned with the milk bottle, his gaze automatically shifted to the two identical phones on the coffee table. “Who called you just now?” I answered honestly, “It’s your phone.” The moment my words fell, his expression stiffened. He quickly grabbed the phone and started checking the call log. It wasn’t until his finger stopped on the sun emoji that I casually added, “Maybe it was a wrong number. I only said a quick hello, and then there was complete silence. “I waited for over twenty seconds without hearing anything, so I just hung up.” With that, I took Anna from his arms and, feigning innocence, asked, “What’s wrong? You look a little strange, honey.” Of course, he shook his head. With a smile, he gently pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “I suddenly feel like I love you even more.” After saying that, he awkwardly changed the subject. “Anna’s birthday happens to fall during that variety show. I planned to invest an extra few hundred thousand dollars to book the venue and celebrate her first birthday on the show.” I looked down at our daughter, sitting on the carpet and playing with toys, and though I was about to refuse, the words got caught in my throat. After all, it would be her only birthday with both parents present. ***** On the day of the recording, Mason held Anna in one arm, his other hand firmly holding mine. In front of us, a six-tiered cake full of childish charm stood, decorated with vibrant colors. “Anna, do you like the cake?” Colorful ribbons cascaded down in response, and Anna waved her little hands, reaching for them. She giggled and babbled excitedly. But then, without warning, a few words suddenly slipped out. “Da… Daddy!” The moment I clearly heard the sound, I stared in disbelief at my smiling daughter. A mix of emotions surged within me. Mason, on the other hand, was visibly thrilled, his expression showing unmasked joy. “Honey, did Anna just call me ‘Daddy’? Sweetheart, call it again,” he urged, his excitement showing. Under great excitement, he announced he would give every staff member on set a monetary gift worth several thousand dollars. Immediately, the dozens of staff members present broke into smiles, eager to shower Anna with praise. I held Anna’s hand and finally, from the heart, flashed a genuine smile because of her. Amidst the joyful atmosphere, there was suddenly a loud crash from the filming crew’s side. Following the sound, I looked over to see a woman with an innocent appearance, her eyes welling with tears, standing next to the knocked-over tripod. She shot a deep, lingering glance at Mason before she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and turned to run off. Mason, who had just made a promise, instinctively stepped forward but froze when our eyes met, his expression quickly retracting. He complained in a low voice, trying to hide his true emotions, “No professionalism at all! Who brought this person in?” But when it came time for Anna’s first birthday ceremony, he seemed distracted. His gaze repeatedly flicked towards the filming crew as if searching for someone. As nightfall approached, he made an excuse to leave, saying he had something urgent to attend to. The ancient town, with its small bridges and flowing water, was bathed in the soft glow of yellow lights. It was almost nine o’clock. According to Mason’s original plan, we were supposed to take Anna to the Blessing Bridge to make Anna’s first birthday wish. But he still had not returned. The crew was waiting, and I sensed something was off. Reluctantly, I had no choice but to hurry and search for Mason with Anna in my arms. As we passed by the arch bridge, I caught sight of two intertwined figures in the shadows beside the bridge. The moment I heard the sound, I instinctively covered Anna’s ears. But I could only helplessly endure their intimate, breathy whispers piercing my eardrums. “Harper, why are you crying? Can’t you bear it?” Mason gripped her wrist tightly, pressing her body against the rough tree trunk. His voice carried a clear tone of mockery. “If you hadn’t gone abroad back then, you’d be the one walking the red carpet and getting admired. And today, it would be our child calling me ‘Daddy’. “Harper, do you regret it?” In the shadows, I couldn’t make out Harper’s expression, but her broken sobs were crystal clear. “Mason, I beg you, let me go, please.” Yet, as she pleaded, her bare arms clung to him even tighter. I watched them, more and more consumed by their passion, a cold smile spreading across my face. But inside, a great sorrow surged in my chest. Without noticing, the hand covering Anna’s ears relaxed unconsciously. At this moment, with a loud bang, the fireworks scheduled initially for 9:09 PM shot up into the sky. As our initials spread across the night, Anna, in my arms, was startled by the explosion and immediately began crying loudly. Not far away, the two entangled figures froze, their movements suddenly coming to a halt.

My heart skipped a beat, and in my panic, I held Anna tighter, afraid of being discovered. But soon, I realized my worry was completely unnecessary. The dazzling fireworks only deepened the intimacy between Mason and Harper. He was fully immersed in their passion, completely oblivious to the cries of his daughter, whom he usually cherished like a treasure. Given that, I saw no reason to continue playing along with him. I tightened my hold on the still-sobbing Anna, swallowing the bitterness that welled up inside me. With a resolute turn, I quickly sent a message to my manager: [Stop the film. I’m quitting the industry.] ***** Back at the hotel, Anna was already drowsy, her eyes half-closed. After settling her down, I began packing up our things. Less than half an hour later, the door was hurriedly pushed open. Mason, his clothes disheveled, stormed in. “Charlotte…” He looked at me, his eyes showing unmasked panic. “Why did you suddenly stop filming? Are you feeling sick?” I didn’t look up, my voice calm and distant. “I’m just tired.” His face stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly apologized, his tone sincere. “Sorry, darling. I went off to prepare a surprise for you and lost track of time.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and showed me an electronic contract. “These past two years, you’ve had to delay so much work for Anna. I’ve arranged 10% of the company’s shares for you, along with some foreign estates and islands as gifts. “Charlotte, you’ve worked so hard this year!” The assets worth a few hundred million dollars were transferred to my name just like that. If I hadn’t caught them entangled just now, I might have actually believed he still had some feelings for me. After speaking, Mason leaned in, reaching for Anna to hold her. I looked at his hand, still wearing the wedding ring, and felt a wave of nausea. Just a few minutes ago, that hand had been gripping Harper’s wrist, and they had been entangled in passion in the wilderness. And now, he had put on his good father mask, reaching to hold my pure, innocent daughter. As I was about to stop him, Anna, in the crib, seemed to sense something and suddenly burst into loud, heart-wrenching cries as if she despised Mason’s touch. A look of panic flashed across his face, and he seemed momentarily at a loss. I calmly picked up Anna, saying, “She is sleeping. Please don’t disturb her.” As he repeatedly encountered setbacks, Mason’s expression became increasingly awkward. He didn’t know what to say. After glancing at us a few times, he simply muttered a soft okay. For the next two days, Mason seemed to be busy with something, coming and going at all hours, but I didn’t care. He only told me that the manager was handling the issue regarding the filming pause and asked me to stay in Uchya for a while. I didn’t refuse, as there were still some formalities I hadn’t completed for leaving him. It wasn’t until the twentieth day that I finally received a message from my agent saying everything had been taken care of. But to my surprise, that very evening, Harper knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw her, her face covered in tears. The moment she saw me, she suddenly knelt at the doorstep with a thud. “Ms. Gomez, please help me…” She shoved a medical report into my hands, her voice cracking in despair. “I’m pregnant, and the child is Mason’s. “Ms. Gomez, Mason and I grew up together. He promised me that he would love only me in this lifetime. From the very beginning, his marriage to you, having children with you, was all to provoke me, to force me to come back to him! “You are so beautiful. Why hold on to this marriage? But me… my child and I need Mason! “I beg you, I beg you to return him to me!” At that moment, the elevator bell rang from nearby. The sound of rolling luggage wheels echoed. Mason lifted his gaze, and upon seeing Harper kneeling at my feet, the smile on his face completely froze.   “Charlotte!” He hurried to my side, not sparing even a glance for Harper. His voice, filled with panic I had never heard before, broke through the air. “What nonsense did she say to you?” I smiled, but there was no smile in my eyes. “She said… she’s pregnant with your child.” “That’s nonsense!” Before I could even finish, he sharply interrupted, his rebuttal instant and forceful. When he looked down at Harper, there was a genuine, unmistakable anger in his gaze. “Get out, now!” Harper trembled at his shout, her eyes flashing with a mix of unwillingness and defiance. But in the end, she still stood up and left. I watched her retreating figure, feeling nothing but ridicule. Mason spoke of loving me, yet his actions showed an apparent tenderness toward Harper. Even when she audaciously caused a scene in front of me, he still shielded her, not even sparing me a chance to scold her. I snapped back to reality. Mason tightened his grip on my hand, urgency, and desperation in his voice as he tried to explain, “Charlotte, you know how much I love you. I’ve given so much to you. How could I possibly cheat with some random, low-tier woman who just popped up out of nowhere? “Trust me, I can’t lose you!” He held my hand, his promise firm and resolute. I was truly exhausted. It seemed easier to go along with him than to expose everything. So, I forced a smile and played the role of the understanding, supportive wife. “You’re my husband. Of course, I believe you.” But this time, when he heard those words, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief like before. I saw the panic and confusion in his eyes gradually intensify. I wondered, “What is he afraid of? Losing me and Anna?” I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh in my heart, saying nothing more. After we returned home, Mason started spending more and more time away. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I was quietly preparing to leave. But on the day our visa was finally approved, Anna suddenly developed a high fever and couldn’t stop crying. On that stormy night, the villa halfway up the mountain was impossible to reach by car, and the driver couldn’t get through either. I was at my wit’s end and had no choice but to call Mason. What I got in return was his soft refusal. “Charlotte, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I just landed. “Anna is older now. Just give her some fever medicine, and she’ll be fine.” I held Anna tightly in my arms, her voice hoarse from crying. For a moment, I was so angry I couldn’t even speak. But Mason didn’t seem to notice at all. After casually responding with a few words, he hung up the phone. In helplessness, I had no choice but to leave the burning-hot child all alone in the backseat. Amidst her cries, I drove to the hospital on my own. On that rainy night, with car accidents on the rise, the emergency room was chaotic, filled with the sound of voices. I was holding Anna, struggling to manage a stack of medical records in my hands. As I was calming her down while she got an IV, my eyes met Mason’s, who was pushing a hospital bed out of the ward. In that brief moment, I saw Harper lying on the bed, her face pale, completely ignoring Mason, who was standing there in a daze. He grabbed my arm first. “Charlotte, it’s not what you think!” he said, opening his mouth to explain. But his hand, which had been hanging at his side, was suddenly grabbed by Harper. Amidst the noise, I only heard her weak voice. “Mason, my stomach hurts so much. Please stay with me…” Upon hearing that, he could only force out a wry smile and softly plead, “Charlotte, this is a misunderstanding. Wait for me to come home and explain. “Please, wait for me!” I ignored him completely. After all, I had no interest in waiting for his explanation anymore. I couldn’t be bothered to watch him wrack his brain for more disgusting excuses in front of me. Since he was so determined to be with Harper, I might as well help this couple. After confirming Anna’s condition with the doctor once again, I immediately changed the flight from a week later to tomorrow. At half past three in the morning, the IV infusion ended. I took Anna back to the villa and placed the divorce papers and wedding ring I had prepared earlier on the coffee table. Without packing a single thing, I headed straight for the airport. Everything here reeked of Mason’s disgusting presence. It wasn’t worth bringing it halfway across the world. The sunrise coincided perfectly with the plane’s boarding. I took a picture with my phone, along with the caption I had prepared in advance, and sent it on Twitter. [Four years of companionship, may we meet again someday.] The next second, my phone started ringing. I looked at the ID “Mason Whitmore” flashing on the screen and coldly pressed the power button to shut it off.

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The wedding had reached the ring exchange. My husband, Adrian Blake, stood there, but it was Sienna Lowell, his beloved, who appeared in a wedding dress, standing right in front of him. She looked at him and asked, “Adrian, you once promised me that if I ever wore a wedding dress, you’d marry me in the next life. Does that still hold true?” In an instant, Adrian’s eyes reddened. He pulled Sienna into a tight embrace and said, his voice thick with emotion, “Yes. In the next life, you will be my bride, and only you.” Sienna shot me a smug look. “Eleanor, you’ll have to take good care of Adrian for me.” Guests murmured among themselves, eager to see me make a fool of myself. I stood there, watching the two of them kiss passionately, completely oblivious to everything around them. With a smile, I shoved my bouquet into Sienna’s hands. “If that’s the case, why don’t you just marry him? “You’re just the other woman. No matter how sweetly you speak, it won’t change the truth.” ***** Eight years of marriage, and I swallowed my bitterness, bending over backward to please the Blake family, all in the hopes of saving this loveless, business-driven marriage. Then, unexpectedly, I got pregnant, and that was when the Blake family finally agreed to give me a wedding. I thought that with a child on the way, Adrian might finally come around. But right now, he was still holding Sienna, the one he had always cherished, kissing her as if the world didn’t matter. My heart twisted in pain as I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. In that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why did I always have to sacrifice for everyone else? Because of my words, Sienna went pale, almost collapsing into Adrian’s arms. “Adrian… I feel so sick. Is it my condition acting up?” Adrian’s face turned pale as he scooped her up and rushed out of the hotel. Before he left, he turned to me, furiously shouting, “Eleanor, your jealousy is completely irrational. If anything happens to Sienna, I swear I won’t forgive you!” Neither Adrian’s parents nor my own father could stop him. The cameras flashed relentlessly, and the priest stood awkwardly beside me. My father slapped me across the face, his anger erupting. “You worthless fool! Can’t even keep your husband.” With that, he told me to think things through and left me standing there, alone. Adrian’s mother shot me a cold look. “Eleanor, don’t blame me for saying this, but why are you throwing a tantrum in front of everyone? Now you’ve driven Adrian away, and all anyone’s going to do is laugh at both our families!” To Adrian’s mother, being married to him meant swallowing all your hurt and never humiliating him publicly. How ridiculous. If that was what was expected of me, then I wouldn’t marry him. As the guests trickled out, I walked outside, clutching my wedding dress, watching the cars drive away one by one. The storm was fierce, lightning flashing, rain pouring. Behind me, the once-bustling banquet hall stood empty. When the Blake family’s car finally drove off, my father’s car pulled up in front of me. The back window rolled down, revealing my father’s grim expression. The hurt I had been holding inside hit me all at once. I bit back the tears, my voice trembling as I said, “Dad…” Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard the sound of it locking. I froze in disbelief. My father’s voice was cold with fury. “Eleanor, this marriage was bought with your mother’s life. You’d better reflect on yourself and find a way to win Adrian back. “You’re carrying his child now. No matter what, Sienna can’t compete with you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Dad, what are you saying?” He ignored me, ordered the driver to start the car, and with the window rolling back up, the car sped off. The hem of my wedding dress got soaked by the rain, and as I watched the car disappear into the distance, the tears I’d been holding back finally began to fall. The hotel was on top of a mountain with no signal or taxis. I borrowed an umbrella from a staff member, noticing the pity in her eyes as she handed it to me. Holding the umbrella and my heavy wedding dress, I trudged down the mountain in my high heels. The rain soaked me through, and every step became harder than the last. The heels of my shoes dug into my feet, leaving them raw and bleeding. Finally, halfway down the mountain, I got a signal on my phone. A dozen missed calls from Adrian popped up. There was also a text. He wanted to know why I couldn’t stand Sienna, insisting she was just a friend to him. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Adrian and I had been childhood sweethearts, and Sienna was just a poor girl I had helped back in high school. When I was eighteen, Adrian came to visit my family. But then a fire broke out. My mother pushed him out with her last strength, sacrificing herself in the flames. Her last words to him were, “Adrian, take care of Eleanor.” We had gotten engaged, and he had promised me he would always take care of me. But in college, he met Sienna. She took advantage of my kindness, worming her way between us until she captured his heart. The person who had once promised to protect me now had someone else he wanted to protect more.

I snapped back to reality when my phone pinged with a video. It was from Sienna. In the video, Adrian was holding her close, his eyes red, repeatedly kissing her forehead as he begged, “Sienna, please, don’t let anything happen to you.” A sharp pang hit my chest as I recalled the time I had a car accident, my legs crushed and shattered. I was left lying in a pool of blood until strangers rushed me to the hospital. When I came to, I begged them to call Adrian. His response was cold and indifferent. “What’s the point of calling if you’re not dead? Am I a doctor? What do you expect me to do?” I spent a month in the hospital, but he never showed up. Later, I learned that on that day, Sienna and he had gotten into a fight, and when she accidentally fell down the stairs and hurt her ankle, all his anger and worry shifted onto me. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, my heart heavy with self-mockery. It took me all these years to realize that I had wasted eight years of my life on a man who wasn’t worth a second of it. I walked down the mountain, ready to take a taxi when Adrian’s call came in. I answered, and his voice came at me like a slap. “Eleanor, Sienna is having an anxiety attack because of you. Get over here and apologize!” Struggling to hold my umbrella against the fierce wind, I replied, “I’m still at the hotel.” At that moment, a thunderstorm cracked overhead, and the rain came down harder. Adrian faltered for a moment, his tone suddenly tinged with concern. “You’re alone at the hotel? Didn’t they take you back? Where’s the driver? “Forget it. I’ll come get you…” Before he could finish, Sienna’s voice broke through, thick with tears. “Adrian, is Eleanor still mad at me? It’s all my fault… “I love you so much. I know I’m not as good as her…” Adrian immediately rushed to comfort her. A few seconds later, he barked into the phone, “Eleanor, what’s your problem? Why make such a big deal out of something so small? If you could just be more generous, I wouldn’t…” All the lingering attachment I had vanished in an instant. A bitter smile curled on my lips as I cut him off. “Adrian, let’s get a divorce. “I’m not apologizing to Sienna. I’ll step aside. Let the two of you have each other.” If they were so in love, then I’d make way for this pair of scumbags. It was him who promised to love me forever and take care of me for the rest of my life. I believed in him, and that was why I chose him. Why couldn’t he just stay true to it? I hung up and took a taxi. Without a second thought, I told the driver to take me to the hospital. The wind and rain battered the car window, and with every drop that hit the glass, the numbness in my heart slowly started to come back. When I entered the hospital, the nurse took one look at my wedding dress and asked if I needed help. I forced a smile. “Can you schedule an abortion for me?” The nurse froze, her eyes full of sympathy. As I paid for the procedure, I noticed Adrian and Sienna nearby. They didn’t see me, but I overheard their conversation. Adrian’s voice was icy. “Sienna, Eleanor needs to apologize for what she’s done. “She’s been with me for eight years, and no one else is ever going to want her. If she still wants to be my wife, she’d better start listening.” I stood frozen in the corner. I thought after everything that had happened today, my heart wouldn’t hurt anymore, but it still did. As I lay on the operating table, I saw the ultrasound image of the baby. A tear slipped from my eye. The doctor said, “The baby is healthy. Are you sure you don’t want to keep it? “You can still discuss it with the father.” I thought of their smug faces, gritted my teeth, and replied, “No. Just get rid of it.”

After the surgery, I spent two days in the hospital. When I finally went home, it felt eerily quiet and empty. It seemed like Adrian had been with Sienna this whole time. Just as I was lost in thought, Sienna’s message popped up, right on cue. It was a video. There was Adrian in the kitchen, wearing an apron, cooking for her. Sienna sent a message: [Eleanor, so what if you married Adrian? He only loves me.] I clicked my tongue. Of course, she’d included more pictures, just to rub it in. Her social media had been flooded with updates, her with Adrian, getting all this attention for being spoiled and doted on. Everyone was watching, envying her. I quickly took screenshots of everything and saved them as evidence, then blocked her. After packing up my things, I checked into a hotel. I took a long bath, then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I hadn’t gone into work these past few days, just resting at the hotel. In the meantime, my dad had called me a few times. When he found out I wasn’t with Adrian, he immediately started yelling. “If you don’t fix things with Adrian, you’re not my daughter!” I didn’t hesitate. “I’m not going back to him.” Then, I blocked him too. When I finally showed up at the office, I noticed everyone was acting weird around me. My secretary came up to me, looking uneasy. “Ms. Sterling, there’s a huge scandal online! No one knew you and Mr. Blake were married… “Everyone thought Sienna was his wife.” I pulled up the news and immediately saw the headline: [Heiress Steals Groom!] I glanced through the post, and it was just another scandalous story about a high-society wedding gone wrong. The headline painted a picture of the groom abandoning his wife to run off with his lover. Even the Blake Group had been dragged through the mud. Then, Adrian called. “Eleanor, you need to handle the online mess! What have you been doing all this time?” I snorted, “This is your problem, not mine. You can deal with it.” Before, I would’ve jumped in to help him clean up his mess, but now, I didn’t owe him anything anymore. Later, when work was over, Adrian was waiting for me outside the building. He rushed over, grabbed my arm, and practically shoved me into his car. “Why are you still throwing a tantrum? Sienna almost had a breakdown, and you’re still acting like this? You’re being petty. “You’re 30, for crying out loud. Stop throwing these childish fits. “Fine. I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant, and we’ll call it even.” He handed me a gift box. Inside was a butterfly brooch. The price tag was still attached, and the six-figure price practically slapped me in the face. It reminded me of how, whenever we fought in the past, he would buy me things, cook for me, or make a list of stuff for me to choose from, trying to fix things with some shallow gesture. But now, it felt so hollow, like I was supposed to just accept whatever he threw my way. I ignored the smug look on his face, tossing the box aside in the car. “I don’t want it. Give it to Sienna instead. She might like it more. “After all, she’s already wearing the wedding ring you gave me yesterday. One more ring won’t make a difference.” His expression immediately shifted, the smugness fading as a flicker of unease passed over his face. I continued, “Look, I’m not throwing a tantrum here. I’ve just come to my senses. Since you and Sienna are so determined to be together, I’ll step aside. We’ll find a time, and you can divorce me.” It was almost laughable. When Adrian and I first got married, he’d claimed he was too busy to have a wedding, and I didn’t mind. But then, one night at a gathering, I saw them, Adrian holding Sienna close, surrounded by friends. He’d said, “I don’t feel much for Eleanor anymore. “Her mom saved me, and her family’s company helps mine. Giving her a title is just my way of repaying her. “But my love? That’s for Sienna, and only her.” I stood there outside the door, my heart breaking as they kissed, oblivious to the pain they were causing. Our marriage was nothing but a bargain and gesture of sympathy. And now, I didn’t want it anymore.   Adrian’s eyes were blazing red with anger. He slammed his hand hard on the steering wheel and shouted, “Eleanor, are you threatening me now? “All these years you’ve been kissing up to my family like a dog, and you’ve gone to all that trouble just to get pregnant with my kid. What? You don’t want to be my wife anymore? “It’s not like I didn’t plan on giving you a wedding. I’ll make it up to you next time! We’re already married, and yet Sienna still gets nothing. How long are you going to keep dragging this out?” He always thought I’d used some kind of trick to get pregnant with his child. But the truth was, that night, he’d been drunk and said that if I wanted to secure my place, I needed to have a child. And after one night of madness, I got pregnant. But now, Adrian regretted it. He honked the car horn sharply, his frustration mounting. If it were me from the past, I’d apologize, grovel, whatever it took. But today, I just didn’t care anymore. Adrian drove in silence, his face tense, clearly waiting for me to beg for his forgiveness. But I didn’t say a word. His eyes flicked to me, looking confused. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the window, pretending I didn’t see him. “Dear,” he said awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure how to address me anymore. But I acted like I didn’t hear. Just as we were nearing our destination, Sienna was calling him. Her voice came through, sweet but trembling with fake tears. “Adrian, the power went out at my place, and I’m all alone, so scared… I feel like there are eyes on me… Am I going to die?” I was about to lose my patience. Anyone could tell she was faking it, but Adrian, as usual, was blind to it, falling for her act every time. Before he could speak, I cut him off, “Pull over. You go ahead.” Adrian blinked, clearly stunned. “Aren’t you jealous? Don’t you want to throw a tantrum and beg me to stay?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. In the past, I’d have thrown a fit whenever Adrian was about to go see Sienna. He’d yell at me, calling me petty, accusing me of being a jealous wife. And he’d tell me to learn from Sienna, how she was always so sweet and kind. I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and was about to get out of the car when Adrian grabbed my wrist. “Eleanor, I’ll just check on her. I’ll be right back. “Go home and wait for me. Don’t worry. You’re the only one who can be my wife.” I interrupted him. “Don’t waste time. She needs you right now, so hurry up and go.” Adrian tightened his grip on my wrist. “Don’t be jealous…” I pulled my hand free, grinning. “I’m not.” I stepped out of the car and hailed a taxi back to the hotel. After grabbing a quick bite, I went straight to bed. I didn’t know how much time had passed before Adrian’s call woke me up. His voice was hesitant, but urgent. “Eleanor, Sienna really needs me right now. You go ahead and eat. Don’t wait for me.” I yawned, completely unbothered. “I already ate.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, then his voice came back, a little sharper, tinged with frustration. “Are you doing this on purpose?” I chuckled coldly and hung up, sinking back into bed to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to a dozen missed calls and a barrage of messages from him, each one more desperate than the last. [Eleanor, so you want to play this game, huh? Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!] I still didn’t get what he meant. But when I got to the office and saw that Sienna had been promoted to director, with all my projects now under her name, I finally understood. Sienna had been parading around in front of me, acting all high and mighty, and I’d just brushed her off as a joke. Meanwhile, Adrian was picking her up for lunch every day, buying her gifts, and looking at me like I was the enemy. I honestly wondered if his brain had gone off the rails. The gossip online was blowing up, but the Blake Group hadn’t said a word in response. It wasn’t until two days later that Adrian showed up at my door, and the first thing he said was, “Next week, you’re coming with me to a press conference to clear the air. We’re going to announce that Sienna isn’t the mistress. “It’s you who ruined my relationship with her, and you trapped me into marrying you by getting pregnant.”   “Are you out of your mind?” I shot him a sharp look. Adrian clearly didn’t like my response, but he pressed on. “Look, after this whole mess, you’re still my wife. It’s just a little public criticism. “You’ve got the Sterling family behind you, but Sienna only has me. “And this whole situation? It’s a result of your impulsiveness at the wedding. You need to deal with it.” I didn’t even think twice and slapped him hard across the face. “Adrian, you’re disgusting. “Get out!” He froze for a second, clearly shocked, but didn’t try to retaliate. He left in a fit of rage, his pride wounded. Honestly, his words were almost laughable. Why should I help him and Sienna fix their mess? Did they think I was some kind of pushover? Not long after, his parents came knocking. With an air of superiority, they said, “Eleanor, don’t think that just because you’re pregnant with Adrian’s child, you can do whatever you want. “Your family still depends on our family’s support, and if you don’t want the contract to get canceled, you better do what Adrian tells you.” I gave them the same cold attitude I’d given Adrian. Then, without another word, I resigned from the Blake Group. I wasn’t desperate for a job. As I was a top-tier university graduate, companies were lining up for me. But when I reached out to them, everyone hesitated. I knew it was the Blake family pulling strings. But I wasn’t going to back down. Then, out of the blue, an overseas investment firm reached out. They were looking for an investment manager, and the pay was just as good as what I’d get locally. I hesitated, thinking about my dad being the only one at home. “Let me think about it, and I’ll get back to you soon.” As soon as I got back to the hotel, the butler called. “Ms. Sterling, Mr. Sterling is having an asthma attack. You should come home right away.” I panicked and rushed back. But when I opened the door, to my surprise, Adrian and his mother were there. My dad was sitting with them, happily sipping coffee and chatting. I froze, my heart sinking. I’d been betrayed again. To my father, I was nothing more than a pawn. At dinner, Adrian, ever the “thoughtful” husband, picked up food for me. My dad, seeing this, couldn’t stop praising him. “Eleanor, look how good Adrian is to you. Why are you still holding a grudge?” It was sickening. He was supposed to be the elder, yet here he was, groveling at Adrian’s feet because our company was struggling. He turned to Adrian’s mother, chatting as if I weren’t even there. “At the wedding, Eleanor was just too willful. I’ve already given her a good talking to.” My dad’s behavior made all my efforts over the past few days seem like a joke. Adrian shot me a smug look. “Peter, you’re exaggerating. “Eleanor and I are married, so I’m not going to make a big deal out of it. But as for the press conference…” The smugness in his voice made my stomach churn. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, slamming my glass down hard. “Enough, Dad, am I even your daughter? “Why is it that every time something happens, you never stand by me? I’ve told you a hundred times. I’m done with Adrian!” Adrian frowned, unable to understand why I was being so stubborn. I used to cave in whenever he spoke. My dad, angry, slammed his fork down and grabbed the ashtray. Without warning, he threw it at my head. Blood immediately started to trickle down. He snapped, “Eleanor, you’re not a kid anymore! You’re thirty years old. “Being with Adrian, you should be grateful and take good care of his family. “And now you’re talking about divorce? Over something so small at the wedding? You’re not just thinking about yourself. What about our family and the baby you’re carrying?” The pain in my head was intense. Adrian was stunned. He rushed to my side, clearly shaken. “Are you alright? I’ll take you to the hospital.” He glared at my dad. “Peter, Eleanor is my wife, and she’s carrying my child. If you ever raise your hand to her again, I won’t let it slide.” My dad’s face changed, and for the first time, he looked a little afraid. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly and pushed Adrian’s hand away. “What are you pretending for? You’re the one who set all this up, aren’t you?” For a rare moment, I saw panic flash across his face, and he stammered, “Eleanor… let me explain…” “Fine. If you all want me to take the blame for Sienna being the third party, I’ll do it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when it all blows up!”   I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the house. As I slid into the car, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Adrian chasing after me. He stood outside for a long time, his figure fading in the distance. His calls and texts flooded in. [Eleanor, I know this has been unfair to you. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.] [I’ll arrange another wedding for us. This time, I’ll make sure it’s everything you deserve.] I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. He knew I was wronged, but what did that change? Every time something involving Sienna came up, Adrian lost all sense of reason, and I was always going to be the one left holding the bag. I deleted his contact and blocked him without a second thought. After that, I went to the hospital to get my wounds treated. When I got home, my dad’s phone calls were relentless. “Eleanor, are you trying to kill me? If you don’t go make things right with Adrian, I’ll just let my asthma take me!” His voice, full of anger and frustration, made me close my eyes in exhaustion. When my mom was still around, my dad pampered me like no one else. But after she passed, and after my engagement to Adrian, it felt like he slowly started changing. I’d once been the recipient of so much love from both of them… I replied, “Your body is yours, Dad. If you want to suffer, go ahead, but I won’t stop you.” Then I hung up. I shot off a message to the company abroad, letting them know I was ready to join. ***** The press conference was scheduled for Monday. It was also the day the Sterling and Blake families would announce their partnership to develop a new product. It was almost comical. Even now, with everything going on, they were still trying to milk the media for profit. When I arrived in a white suit, the media swarmed around me instantly. Adrian and Sienna showed up shortly after, stepping out of the car. Seeing me surrounded by reporters, Adrian rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. “Make way! Clear the path!” I tried to pull away, but he leaned in and whispered urgently, “Be careful. You’re pregnant.” Flashes from the cameras hit me, blinding me for a moment. I let him guide me inside, ignoring the chaos. Once we were inside, the journalists had already set up their equipment. Sienna shot me a smug, taunting smile. I smirked internally, curious to see if she’d still be smiling in a minute. The interview kicked off, and two reporters immediately stood up, throwing sharp questions my way. “Ms. Sterling, don’t you feel ashamed for meddling in Ms. Lowell and Mr. Blake’s relationship?” “I heard you married Mr. Blake by drugging him, sleeping with him, and using dirty tricks to get pregnant. Is that really how the Sterling family raises their daughters?” “I’ve also heard that Ms. Lowell’s anxiety disorder was caused by you. Is that true?” Before I could respond, Adrian, looking as though he’d just seen a ghost, snapped, “Who told you to ask that?” I shot him a cold look, scoffing inwardly. There was no way he didn’t know what I’d be facing at this press conference. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, filled with regret and helplessness, but I wasn’t going to spare him a second glance. I took the microphone, smiling lightly. “Since you two are obviously such good friends of Sienna, I understand why you’d have no problem spreading rumors. I’ve heard worse.” They looked guilty but still tried to play tough. “Ms. Sterling, you keep avoiding the question. Are you feeling guilty?” I simply smiled back at them. Seeing my attitude, they didn’t dare press any further. After all, with so many cameras around, finding out who they were wouldn’t take much effort. Sienna, sensing something was off, pretended to look pale and weak, swaying on her feet. Adrian immediately rushed to her side and held her up. “Sienna, are you feeling bad again?” “I feel terrible, Adrian. I want to go home.” He glanced over at me briefly, then grabbed her hand. “Just a little longer. It’ll be over soon.” Sienna gritted her teeth, clinging to his arm like a lifeline. I watched them coldly, tuning out their drama as the questions kept coming, still filled with words like “homewrecker” and “shameless”. When it seemed like things were winding down, I opened my bag, pulled out a USB drive, and clicked it open. “You all like calling me the mistress? Why don’t you take a look and see who the real one is?” With that, the screen behind me flickered to life, instantly showing a series of photos of Sienna from her time studying abroad. Those were all images of her in intimate poses with several different men.

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In the fourth month of my pregnancy, my husband, Marcus Whitaker, and I had a late-night heart-to-heart, promising to be completely honest with each other. The atmosphere was warm and intimate, but then his expression turned serious. He said he slept with my sister, Ivy Langston. The room fell silent, and my smile froze on my face. He quickly waved it off as a joke, but then, almost casually, added, “But Ivy is really beautiful. Especially her stomach… it’s so flat and soft. I mean, it’s obvious, right? A woman who’s never been pregnant would have smooth, flawless skin there.” His tone was nonchalant, but the look in his eyes was wistful. In that moment, I knew what he really meant. Five years ago, I’d been pregnant. The baby died shortly after birth, and ever since, he’d secretly referred to me as “a second-hand house” when talking to his friends. And it wasn’t just a harmless joke. I drafted a divorce agreement and placed it, along with my miscarriage report, on his bedside table. Not long after I left, he lost his mind. That was when he finally remembered the baby I lost five years ago was his. ***** After my latest prenatal checkup, Marcus took me to one of my favorite restaurants. My morning sickness had been relentless, and I had to excuse myself multiple times to run to the restroom. When I returned, pale and exhausted, he suddenly broke the silence. “I dreamed of having sex last night,” he said. I looked up, puzzled. Since my pregnancy, we hadn’t been intimate. The doctor had said my health was too fragile for any strenuous activity. I didn’t understand why he’d bring up this topic. Before I could ask, he dropped the bombshell. “But the person was Ivy.” Ivy was my sister. We’d grown up together, but after I got married, we’d drifted apart. As far as I knew, she and Marcus barely knew each other. He said it so casually, then went right back to eating, as if it was nothing. Meanwhile, I sat frozen in place, the words echoing in my mind. He had mentioned this before, during our late-night chat. This was the second time today. What kind of man brought up sleeping with another woman twice in one day? I gripped my fork tightly. “And?” I asked, my voice tight. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering for a moment before he looked away with a shrug. “And? Well… it felt pretty good.” I couldn’t eat another bite. The nausea hit me like a wave, and I barely managed to hold back the bile rising in my throat. Gagging, I bolted for the restroom. When I came out, he was waiting by the door. Without missing a beat, he reached for my hand, his grip warm and firm. “Don’t take it to heart,” he said lightly. “I was just joking.” Then he leaned in, pinching my pale cheek as if to tease me. “Look at you, all worked up again. You’re still as timid as ever.” His tone was so casual and so unbothered, like he truly believed he’d done nothing wrong. After paying the bill, he held my hand as we walked to the parking lot. But with every step, the chill in my heart deepened. Once we were in the car, he leaned over to buckle my seatbelt, his movements gentle and familiar. “I’ll grab you something to settle your stomach,” he said, brushing a kiss against my forehead. “Just wait here, okay? I’ll be quick.” Because of a past car accident, I’d developed a fear of cars. To reassure me, he always held my hand during drives. Even when he had to step away, he’d make sure I was calm before leaving. He was still so attentive and careful. If I hadn’t heard his words with my own ears, I would’ve believed he was the perfect husband. As I sat there, I noticed his phone on the seat. The screen lit up, and a message popped up from Ivy. [Same place tonight. I’ve already booked the room.] My chest tightened, and my hands trembled as I stared at the screen. So it wasn’t just a joke. In the distance, I saw Marcus turning back, probably realizing he’d forgotten his phone. I closed my eyes, forcing down the storm of emotions rising inside me. Taking a deep breath, I locked the screen and placed the phone back where I’d found it.

Marcus opened the car door, scratching his head with a sheepish smile. “Look at me. I forgot my phone.” He unlocked the phone and when he saw the message, a faint glimmer of satisfaction flashed across his face. I caught the shift in his expression but said nothing. When he came back, he was holding a big bag of food. He handed me a cup of steaming coffee and said with a casual tone, “Declan’s been craving a game, babe. I’m sorry, you’ll have to take care of yourself tonight. I’m heading out to play a few rounds with him.” I glanced at the bag on the seat behind him, mostly ready-to-eat meals. He said it so easily, as if everything was in perfect order. This was how he’d always been, so thoughtful and considerate. It made me believe, without a doubt, that he loved me deeply. He leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, his hand resting on my growing belly. “Take care of your mom tonight, little one. I’ll be back a bit late.” His voice was so gentle and loving that it would make anyone think he was the ideal father-to-be. But the familiar wave of nausea hit me again, and I fought to push it down. Even with the warmth of the coffee in my hands, I couldn’t shake the cold feeling creeping through my body. Before, he would’ve noticed something was off with me immediately. But now, after seeing that message from Ivy, his mind was somewhere else entirely. Just before I got out of the car, I asked casually, “What time will you be back tonight? I’ll wait for you.” He barely glanced up from his phone, distracted. “Declan’s tough to beat. Maybe by eleven. You should head inside.” I grabbed the heavy bag of food, feeling like it was weighing me down with every step. The moment I stepped out of the car, the door slammed shut, and the car sped off quickly. I was startled by the suddenness, my heart racing in panic. He knew how much I feared cars, yet after seeing that message, he couldn’t care less. I stood alone on the empty street, my chest aching with an unbearable weight. The ridiculous part was that Declan Mercer was Ivy’s boyfriend. Even though we hadn’t been as close in recent years, I’d always cared about her. She was the family I trusted the most. The few times Marcus had interacted with her were during her visits to see me. But I remembered the way her eyes lit up when she first saw him. He had mentioned it, but I never thought much of it, joking, “Ivy always gets starry-eyed around handsome guys. Consider it a compliment. She likes your looks!” I never imagined she could be interested in my husband. But reality shattered that illusion. While I was struggling with severe morning sickness, unable to eat or sleep, the two people I loved the most were betraying me. The pain hit me like a slap, a feeling I couldn’t escape. It was only when I dug deeper that I realized just how far things had gone. After the conversation with Marcus the night before, I couldn’t sleep. His words about Ivy kept playing in my mind. As soon as I felt his breathing steady beside me, I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through both his and Ivy’s social media. Marcus didn’t post much, and when he did, it was usually about me. Ivy’s posts, on the other hand, were mostly makeup tips and fashion. But something in my gut told me this wasn’t the whole story. I went through her liked posts one by one, and what I found made my blood run cold.

From time to time, Ivy would use a few accounts to repost giveaway posts, asking me to help her like them. She probably didn’t realize one of those accounts still had my likes on it. When I clicked through the profile, I thought for a second that I had accidentally opened a porn website. There, in front of me, were a series of suggestive photos, different lingerie sets, all worn by the same woman. And standing behind her was a man with his chest exposed. In nearly every image, she was draped over him, striking one provocative pose after another. The man, playing along, had his hand resting on her soft belly, his large palm seeming to engulf her tiny waist. The contrast was raw, almost animalistic. The captions were just as daring. [What should I do if I slept with my sister’s husband? Hope she doesn’t hate me for it.] The comment section thought it was all a joke and offered playful suggestions. [Divorce? Nah, he adores my sister. He’s not leaving her.] [My sister’s pregnant, and I’ve had my eye on her husband for ages. So, yeah… I just went for it.] Then, as the comments grew bolder, some started calling her out. [My sister and I look so much alike. Why does she get such a good guy, and I don’t?] [If you want him, just take him, right? Guess what? I did. LOL.] At first, I convinced myself that it was just Ivy being her usual over-the-top self. She’d always been that way. Posting strange and cryptic things wasn’t anything new. Plus, I never thought Marcus would cheat. But then I came across one particular picture, and suddenly, all my confidence shattered. In that photo, Ivy was lying on the man’s chest, her body pressed so close. And just above his heart, the tattoo was my initials. I remembered when he had gotten that tattoo, he swore to me, “Evelyn, I’m putting you as close to my heart as possible. I’ll love you forever.” But the caption that went with that picture was: [My sister’s husband is amazing in bed. He even said it’s way better than with my sister.] [Men just love little temptresses like me.] As I looked at the sleeping face of Marcus in the photo, everything inside me came crashing down. I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until I thought I might pass out. His promises were still echoing in my head, but the man who had made them had already turned his back on me. As memories of everything we’d been through together flashed before my eyes, I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. But today, his blatant hints had destroyed every last piece of hope. He really betrayed me. Around 11 PM, Marcus called. “Evelyn, Declan’s friend just opened a new internet cafe. He wants me to join him for an all-nighter, so I won’t be home tonight.” I could hear his breath, heavy and forced, as if he was trying to hide something. I lowered my gaze and, keeping my voice steady, asked, “Still not done with the game?” On the other end, I heard a soft giggle from a woman, followed by the sound of someone muffling a moan. Marcus quickly replied, “Go to sleep early. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.” The call ended with a click, leaving me with the sound of a busy signal. I stared out at the dark night beyond the window, feeling a coldness spread inside me, like I was trapped in an endless void.   Even though the giggle was soft, I immediately recognized it was Ivy. I had become an unwilling part of their twisted little game. I had expected to break down and cry, but strangely, I felt unnervingly calm. Without a second thought, I dialed Declan. “Evelyn, what’s up at this hour?” “Is Marcus with you?” I asked directly. There was a brief, noticeable pause on the other end, before Declan quickly gathered himself. “Yeah, Marcus said the weather’s nice and invited me for a night jog. “He went to buy water, so he’ll probably be a while.” A cold, bitter smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. One lie after another had been spun into a huge web, trapping me for all these years. I spoke in an icy tone, “Declan, stop lying. I know Marcus is cheating on me.” There was a brief silence from him. Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, I had already sent him Ivy’s post. When he saw the content, he went dead silent, disbelief flooding his voice. “How could this… Ivy, she would never…” He’d been covering for Marcus, and now the truth had turned the tables on him. It turned out that someone was even more pitiful than I was. Declan’s voice was shaky, and after a long pause, he finally let out a heavy sigh. “Evelyn, I’m sorry. Thank you for telling me the truth. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.” I did need something from him. “Gather all the evidence of Marcus’ affair and send it to me.” He agreed quickly and then hesitated before asking, “Evelyn… do you want a divorce?” “Yes.” After a long silence, he sent over a few screenshots of their chat. “This is all I could find for now. If you need more, I’ll dig around some more.” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Thanks.” I hung up, taking several deep breaths to steady myself before finally opening the images. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, seeing what was in those pictures made my world spin. My blood seemed to rush to my head, and I nearly collapsed. A wave of anger and injustice rushed through me, and I shook uncontrollably, my hands losing their grip on the phone. It slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. I collapsed to my knees, my hands clutching my face as I cried. The phone screen, still on, displayed the text so clearly. Declan: [Marcus, next time you use me as an excuse for your affair, could you give me a heads up? You almost blew my cover!] Marcus’ reply was indifferent. [Don’t worry. She won’t suspect it.] Declan: [Evelyn’s so gorgeous. Aren’t you satisfied? Nine months isn’t that long to wait.] Marcus took forever to reply this time. He seemed disgusted by the topic. [She’s just got a pretty face. Who knows how many men she’s been slept with before?] [Thinking about her having a kid… it makes me sick. If it wasn’t for her still being able to have children, I wouldn’t even bother with her.] I couldn’t bring myself to look at any more of it. Tears streamed down my face. My stomach twisted painfully, and I felt nauseous, but nothing came up. I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe properly, until I shakily picked up the phone again. Seeing Marcus’ profile picture, my own photo used as his avatar, I felt disoriented. My stomach clenched, almost as though it was protesting on my behalf. I could’ve chosen to forget it all and move on with my life, but the moment I saw Marcus again, I threw myself at him without hesitation. In the eyes of the man I loved so deeply, I was nothing but dirty, yet that child who died right after birth five years ago was also his.

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I spent twelve years with Dorian Vale, only to go from being his girlfriend to his and his fiancée’s exclusive servant. After Dorian forced me for the 99th time to kneel on the shattered glass to serve as a human footstool for his fiancée, I finally felt utterly exhausted. So, I gave up on Dorian and got engaged to Gideon Whitmore, who had been pursuing me relentlessly. That day, Gideon was so emotional he broke down, sobbing at my feet, and reserved every single flower in the city for me. But on the eve of our wedding, Gideon drunkenly spilled the truth during his bachelor party with his friends. “Ah, the thought of faking it with a woman like her—used and tossed aside by who knows how many—makes my skin crawl. But what choice do I have? She refuses to have a kid for Alyssa, so I had to step up and do it myself.” And this so-called Alyssa Davis would be Dorian’s fiancée. Inside the private room, one of Gideon’s friends asked, “Does Alyssa know how much you’ve done for her?” Gideon’s voice was hoarse as he replied, “As long as she’s happy, what’s my life worth in comparison?” Standing just outside the door, I clenched the pregnancy test result tighter and tighter in my hand. So, this was the truth. Gideon’s decade-long pursuit of me and his obsessive passion every night—it was all fake. All because he feared Alyssa wouldn’t have a baby, that Dorian might leave her, and she’d suffer because of it. What a great and selfless man he turned out to be! But what did he take me for? With everything running through my mind, tears streamed down my face. Staring at Gideon’s anguished expression inside the room as he “sacrificed” himself for his so-called true love, I made up my mind. I pulled out my phone and placed a call. Once the line connected, I said firmly, “I’m ready to inherit my adoptive father’s entire estate.” The private butler responded quickly, “Very well, Ms. Westbrook. Mr. Jameson Westbrook’s private estate is now at your disposal. Your custom partner is ready, and three billion dollars will be transferred to your account immediately. However, as stipulated in the will, you can never leave the island for the rest of your life.” My eyes stung with unshed tears. “Alright, I accept.” Seven days would be enough to tie up loose ends here. At five years old, Alyssa’s mother abducted me, replacing me with her own daughter in the Davis family. Alyssa enjoyed the peaceful life that should have been mine. Even when the truth came out, my parents and fiancé still favored her. Even Gideon, who had pursued me for ten years, truly loved her. Jameson had seen through everything early on. He left me an immense fortune and built a dream estate tailored for me. His only request was that I leave and never return. Since they saw me as nothing more than a tool for Alyssa’s happiness, I might as well fulfill Jameson’s wish and spend the rest of my life in wealthy solitude. After hanging up, the butler began arranging my fake death certificate. Only by erasing all traces of me could my father, Edward Davis, my mother, Margaret Davis, Dorian, and Gideon never find me again. However, I realized there was one last thing left. My hand rested on my stomach as I bit my lip and pushed open the door to the private room. When I entered, the room fell silent. Gideon was the first to react, pulling me into his arms as he sat down. His gaze was so full of love that it nearly drowned me. “Why are you here? Did you miss me?” Before I could respond, the door slammed open again. Alyssa stumbled in, and tears streamed down her face as she saw me in Gideon’s arms. She asked pitifully, “Gideon, didn’t you promise to never marry anyone and stay by my side as a brother forever?” Instinctively, he shoved me away. Caught off guard, I crashed into the table, spilling wine all over me. My exposed skin burned like fire, instantly breaking out in a rash—I was severely allergic to alcohol. Gideon knew about my allergy, and his face twisted in panic as he looked at me. “I…” Before he could finish, Alyssa began sobbing hysterically, “Freya, I know you hate me for taking away Dad, Mom, and Dorian. I’ll kill myself right now to give it all back to you!” With that, she turned and ran out of the room. “Alyssa!” Gideon was utterly frantic. Without a second thought, he ran after her. After that whole ordeal, the private room fell into dead silence. Gideon’s friends looked at me with a mix of pity and shock, but mostly, they seemed amused, like they were watching a joke unfold. They were all waiting for me to break down, to cry and scream. But I did nothing. Instead, I slipped off the ill-fitting engagement ring on my finger and placed it on the table. “Give this back to Gideon for me.”

After getting my allergy treated, it was already late at night. Checking the time, I decided to make a quick trip home. There wasn’t much to pack—just Jameson’s handwritten will, the document that served as my key to the manor. When I reached the front of Davis Villa, I remembered I wasn’t authorized for fingerprint access, so I pressed the doorbell instead. When the door swung open, my birth mother’s face lit up with a radiant smile, only to fall apart the second her eyes landed on me. Margaret didn’t miss a beat, raising her hand and slapping me hard across the cheek. “Why are you back here? Trying to rub your engagement to Gideon in Alyssa’s face again?” Edward chimed in from the side with a sneer, “You just have to take everything, don’t you? Guess that’s what happens when you grow up in the poor countryside—no manners.” My right cheek burned from the slap, and it felt all too familiar. Since the day I was brought back to Davis Villa, I had lost count of how many random slaps like this I had endured. In front of me, Gideon was sitting on the couch with Alyssa tucked under his arm. When she saw me return, she immediately put on her pitiful act. “Freya, I’m just afraid that once you marry Gideon, he won’t want me as his sister anymore. Please don’t misunderstand.” But I said nothing. I simply went upstairs to retrieve the will. Maybe I was too calm. But when I came downstairs, there was obvious panic on Gideon’s face. He stood up and said, “Freya, I shouldn’t have left you tonight, but Alyssa has depression, and Dorian isn’t here.” I remained utterly indifferent and said, “I won’t be living here anymore.” The moment I finished speaking, the living room fell into a heavy silence. Margaret stared at me, and disbelief was written all over her face. “What are you…” I knew exactly why Margaret was shocked. Years ago, Alyssa had falsely accused me of cutting up her dress. In their fury, they tried to throw me out. Later, I stood outside in the pouring rain all night, apologizing to Alyssa hundreds of times before they let me back in. To stay in this family, I had taken on all the housework—laundry, cooking, and cleaning—while living in a cramped attic storage room. To them, my greatest fear was being abandoned. But now, none of that mattered anymore. In the manor Jameson had built for me, there were family and a partner tailored just for me. They would never drive me away. Alyssa was the first to react. She started wailing dramatically, “No! It’s me who should leave. I’m the one who upset you, Freya. I’ll go!” Margaret’s face turned pale with shock, and she rushed over to try to calm Alyssa down. Edward, on the other hand, roared at me, telling me to leave and never come back if I was going to go. Gideon, clearly flustered, grabbed my arm and spoke urgently, “Stop this nonsense. I’ll take you back home first.” He didn’t give me a chance to refuse, pulling me along as he strode out. Once we were back home, Gideon closed the door and immediately pulled me into his arms from behind. His hands slid under my shirt as he murmured, “Tomorrow is the wedding, Freya. It’s been ten years… I’ve waited ten years to marry you.” As he spoke, a single tear fell onto my neck. If I hadn’t overheard his conversation earlier tonight, I might have believed he was madly in love with me. But now, I understood perfectly. He only wanted to use my body to give Alyssa a guarantee of happiness. Suppressing the lump in my throat, I pushed Gideon away and said, “I’m not in the mood.” But he wouldn’t back down. Pinning me onto the sofa, he looked at me with pitiful eyes and asked, “Would you really leave me hanging like this?” I couldn’t help but think, “And are you fine with handing over the baby I’d carry for about nine months?” I closed my eyes and dropped my trump card. “Today isn’t my ovulation day. The chances of getting pregnant are really low.” As soon as I finished speaking, his body stiffened against mine. He quickly got up, and his gaze was still full of affection as he said, “Fine. The wedding’s tomorrow anyway. I won’t wear you out tonight.” With that, he headed to the bathroom to wash up. As the weight on top of me disappeared, I felt a hollow emptiness in my chest. I got up and quietly walked to the bathroom door. Immediately, I heard Gideon’s anxious voice through the door. “Is there any way to make Freya get pregnant quickly? Even if it means drugging her and doing IVF while she’s unconscious. Just do it. I don’t care what happens to her. Alyssa can’t wait any longer!” The tears I’d held back for so long finally spilled over. Placing a hand on my abdomen, I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. You shouldn’t have to hide away with me, and you definitely shouldn’t be treated as a bargaining chip for your father to please someone else.” Wiping away my tears, I resolutely made a phone call. “Doctor, I’d like to schedule an abortion.”

The next day was the scheduled date for trying on the wedding dress. I had long since stopped looking forward to the wedding, but fearing Gideon might notice my indifference, I decided to go along with him. When we arrived at the shop, I saw someone I didn’t expect—Alyssa. She was wearing my wedding dress while Edward and Margaret were busy recording her with their phones. Margaret said with a laugh, “Alyssa looks much better in this. Come on, spin around for me, Sweetie. I’ll take a video of our little princess.” I turned to look at Gideon and noticed his gaze filled with doting affection. Just then, Alyssa noticed me at the door. Her eyes gleamed with triumph, but she quickly feigned panic and started removing the dress. “Freya’s here. I’d better take it off quickly, or she’ll get upset…” Only after her words did Edward and Margaret finally notice me. Perhaps it was my unusually calm expression, but Margaret hesitated briefly. Even so, she pressed Alyssa’s hands down and haughtily addressed me. “Alyssa looks stunning in this dress. Let her have it.” I stared at the dress, custom-made with thousands of imported diamonds that cost a fortune, and firmly shook my head. “No. I won’t.” This dress carried all my dreams of love. I had designed every detail myself, hoping to wear it on the day I married Gideon. Even if that dream was over, I wasn’t going to let go of something I poured my heart into. Hearing my refusal, Alyssa became more agitated. She started yanking at the dress with all her strength. “I’m not worthy of wearing this! I have no right to touch Freya’s things. I’ll give it back to her!” With that, a loud tearing sound echoed as the pristine white dress was ripped apart. I felt my breath hitch and strode forward. “You!” Before I could even touch Alyssa, she suddenly shoved me hard. I fell backward, and my head slammed into the display cabinet behind me as the glass shattered on impact. A sharp sting spread across my face, and I let out a startled cry, quickly covering my eyes with my hands. Alyssa’s sobs soon filled the air. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hit me, Freya! I’m begging you, don’t hit me…” The next thing I knew was someone shoved me forcefully. Then, I heard Gideon’s worried voice. “Alyssa, are you okay?” I sat on the floor, clutching my aching head, and looked up at the scene in front of me. Alyssa stood in the middle of the group, and her torn dress was in a mess. Edward and Margaret surrounded her protectively while Gideon inspected her anxiously. Only after making sure Alyssa was unharmed did Gideon turn to me. “Freya, that was completely out of line…” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the blood running down my face, and his expression momentarily softened with guilt. But Edward and Margaret had no such pause. They immediately began berating me. “It’s just a dress. Did you really have to hurt Alyssa over it? Honestly, you should’ve just stayed dead out there!” It was at that moment I realized something—when pain reaches its peak, you become numb. I no longer expected their concern or cared enough to argue. I just wanted to leave. Before I could take a step, Gideon suddenly helped me up. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said firmly, leaving me no room to refuse. It reminded me of the time he led me away after Dorian humiliated me by making me act as a human stool for Alyssa. In the car, I sat in the passenger seat while Gideon drove. His brows were furrowed deeply. For the first time, he spoke with what felt like genuine concern, “I’m sorry about today, Freya. I’ll make sure Alyssa gets what’s coming to her.” The rare show of care left me stunned. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, the car’s Bluetooth System rang loudly. When the call connected, Margaret’s panicked voice came through. “Gideon, Alyssa locked herself in her room and slit her wrists! I can’t calm her down. Please come back right away!” The screech of brakes pierced the air as the car came to a sudden halt. The force threw me forward, and my abdomen slammed into the dashboard. Pain shot through me like a hot wave, making my vision blur. “Gideon…” I gasped, reaching out for him instinctively. Soon after, the loud slam of a car door echoed, breaking my heart into pieces. Almost instantly, the sharp and jarring sound of car horns filled the air. Gideon had left me stranded on the busy street without a second glance, rushing back to Alyssa. The pain in my abdomen grew unbearable. Blood pooled beneath me as my strength faded. I couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out cold.   When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. A doctor was the only one by my side and gently reminded me, “Ms. Westbrook, you’ve sustained an abdominal injury, and there are early signs of pregnancy complications. I recommend contacting your family to arrange for hospitalization to protect the pregnancy.” My throat felt dry, and I couldn’t manage a single word. With effort, I reached for my phone on the bedside table, only to see countless missed calls and messages from Edward, Margaret, Gideon, and even Dorian. My parents’ text read: [Are you only satisfied if you drive Alyssa to her death? She’s already given up everything to you, and you still want to take more. We should’ve never taken you back in the first place!] Dorian had messaged: [Freya, don’t think marrying Gideon is going to get to me or Alyssa. Let me make it clear. I didn’t care about you before, and I’m not going to regret it now.] Gideon also had texted: [Freya, Alyssa can’t handle the fact that I’m marrying you. Let’s postpone the wedding.] The messages were all accusations and threats—not a single one asked how I was doing. I could feel my heart slowly turning to ash. Setting the phone aside, I closed my eyes, resigned to my fate, and said to the doctor, “There’s no need. I don’t have any family. Please proceed with the abortion.” The doctor hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded, respecting my decision. Soon, I found myself lying on the operating table. The harsh glare of the lights was so blinding I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and the anesthesia gradually began to take hold. Even so, I could still feel the cold instruments stirring inside me. I felt nothing but just a numb emptiness as I closed my eyes. The procedure didn’t just take the baby—it scraped away the last remnants of my feelings for family and love. There was nothing left for me here anymore, nothing worth staying for. When the procedure was over, I lay on the hospital bed, resting. Suddenly, hurried footsteps broke the silence. I opened my eyes to see Gideon bursting in. Our eyes met, and panic flickered in me. I hadn’t hidden the abortion paperwork on the bedside table. But before I could react, Gideon rushed forward and grabbed my hand tightly. “Freya, Alyssa has agreed to let us get married.” I furrowed my brows and just stayed silent. Then, Gideon pulled out a document. “She said she’ll agree to therapy and accept our marriage if you sign this agreement to give up your claim to the Davis family inheritance.” Upon hearing that, I felt my heart, which had already fallen into despair, still gave a sharp and painful jolt at that moment. So, this was why he rushed over—not out of concern for me, but for Alyssa. When the effects of the anesthesia faded, a dull ache began to radiate from my lower abdomen. Watching the man before me, entirely consumed with worry for another woman, I felt the final trace of love I had for him dissolve into nothing. I thought, “Gideon, do you even realize? Your deceitful pretense of love hurts more than Dorian’s blatant cruelty ever could.” Taking a deep breath to suppress the storm of emotions, I said calmly, “Give me the pen.” Gideon’s eyes brightened instantly as he hurriedly placed the pen in my hand. With deliberate strokes, I then signed my name. The moment the last stroke was complete, Gideon pulled me into his arms, and his voice trembled with joy. “Freya, I can finally marry you!” At that moment, I couldn’t tell if his happiness was for marrying me or for securing everything Alyssa wanted. But it didn’t matter anymore. Outside, the roar of helicopter blades echoed loudly. It was the private butler Jameson had arranged for me, arriving with the fake death certificate to take me away. Gideon didn’t notice a thing and hurriedly left with the agreement relinquishing my inheritance. The next moment, a butler in a perfectly tailored suit stepped into the room. He gave a polite nod at my bedside and asked, “Are you ready to leave, Ms. Westbrook?” I glanced at the abortion paperwork on the bedside table, placed it beside the death certificate, and stood up, alone in every sense of the word. “Let’s go.” The butler gave a simple “Yes” before escorting me to board the waiting helicopter. Soon, everything I’d known became specks beneath me. I took one last look below and whispered silently to myself, “Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Gideon.”

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