I had a secret relationship with my best friend’s brother, Oscar Wellington, for four years. Today was our fourth anniversary, and I secretly went to the city where he was on a business trip to give him a surprise. However, I heard them talking and laughing at the hotel entrance. “Oscar, Donna Jenkins is back now. Are you planning to rekindle your relationship with her or continue having fun with your girlfriend?” “Yes, tomorrow is Donna’s 26th birthday. Do you want to get back together and propose? It will also be a good opportunity to fulfill your original promise.” “If you ask me, just ignore it. She was so heartless as she broke up with you, so you should let her experience it once.” Everyone was joking with Oscar. He didn’t say anything, nor did he respond. Oscar wasn’t too surprised by my sudden arrival. The next day, he took me to Donna’s birthday party. At the banquet, it seemed as if nothing that happened yesterday had ever happened. Oscar was very considerate to me, his eyes full of doting. But as Donna ran away with rears, he abandoned me and chased after her in panic. That night, I opened the private photo album on Oscar’s computer. Looking at the intimate photos of him and Donna, I completely gave up and called my father, Patrick Moore. “Dad, I agree to the marriage alliance.” There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. It seemed like he didn’t expect me to turn around so quickly. My dad, Patrick, was a little surprised, and there was a hint of worry in his tone. “Bella, did something happen to you?” I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and pretended to be calm, saying, “I’m fine, Dad, and I’ve figured it out. I was just too willful. “My marriage alliance with the Brown family is beneficial for our cooperation with the company, and besides, you must have carefully considered the matter of marriage alliance for me.” “That’s for sure.” Seeing that my attitude was fine, Patrick finally breathed a sigh of relief. “The economy has been bad in recent years, but luckily, I have connected with the Brown family. They also want to develop in the long run and propose a marriage. I’m very pleased that you are sensible and considerate.” A sudden bitterness welled up in my heart, and I couldn’t help but burst into tears. After hanging up the phone, I booked a flight back to Kinston three days later. At 12 o’clock midnight, Oscar still didn’t go home. I curled up in the quilt, looking at the photos on the computer, feeling mixed emotions. He was my first love. However, after four years of dating, our relationship had never been made public. Even my best friend, Sharon Wellington, didn’t know about it. Oscar told me that he would wait until he was worthy of me before making our relationship public. Now, I understood. He didn’t make it public because I was never the one he loved. Maybe it was because I got caught in the rain on the way back. In the middle of the night, I woke up from my sleep in a daze, only to feel my whole body burning. I took out my cell phone and subconsciously wanted to dial that familiar number. The moment I pressed the button down, I suddenly woke up. Maybe I should slowly get used to life without him. I closed my eyes and prepared to just get through it. Suddenly, the door lock was unscrewed. A ray of dazzling light shone in. I was stunned, and then a pair of warm hands wrapped around my waist. The moment our cheeks touched, I heard his concerned voice. “Why are you so hot? Do you have a fever?” I gently broke free from Oscar’s hand, speaking in a calm tone. “It’s okay. I’ve taken the medicine, and I’ll be fine after a good sleep.” “How can this be possible?” Oscar frowned slightly, his tone brooking no refusal, “I’ll take you to the hospital.” As Oscar said that, he picked me up. A familiar yet unfamiliar smell hit me. It was the smell of a woman’s perfume, not mine. I frowned slightly, and Donna’s figure came to my mind, and I subconsciously wanted to resist. Sensing my emotions, Oscar tightened his grip on me again and said gently, “Be good, no matter what. Take care of your body first, okay?” I raised my eyes slightly and met his deep and concerned eyes. The next second, an inconspicuous red mark on his neck came into view. I was a bit stunned, feeling wronged, and tears uncontrollably flowed down my face. Seeing this, Oscar suddenly panicked. “Don’t cry, it’s my fault. I apologize, and let’s go to the hospital first. I’ll explain it to you, okay?” I stared at his gentle and compassionate look, feeling more miserable. He clearly looked like he loved me, but I knew he was just trying to coax me. Oscar would not tell me the truth. Of course, I didn’t mean to expose his tricks. I would treat it as a bit of dignity left for myself. Oscar, this time, I did not want you anymore…

In the hospital, Oscar was busy taking care of me without any impatience. The young girl who shared the room with me looked at me with envy from time to time. But at this moment, it was extremely ironic in my eyes. He held the hot soup, his eyes full of tenderness. “You don’t have much appetite, but you should eat something at least.” I turned my head away, pressed my lips, and said nothing, not wanting to pay any attention to him. Oscar knew that I was having an argument with him. He sighed softly and coaxed patiently, “Even if you’re angry with me, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. “I was wrong about what happened last night. Donna is a good friend of mine. I was discussing work with her last night, and I didn’t consider you for a moment. I apologize. “Don’t be angry, okay? I’ll stay with you today, and I won’t go anywhere.” I didn’t respond, just watching his eyes quietly. However, I could not feel the slightest sincerity of him. Suddenly, his phone rang at an inopportune time. Oscar lowered his eyes and glanced at it. His eyes darkened slightly, and he quickly got up to answer the phone. I did not know what was said over there. After a while, he came back in frustration and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Bella. The company has some important work that I need to go back to handle. Please wait for me in the hospital first, and I’ll finish my work soon and come back to pick you up, okay?” “Um.” I nodded without asking any more questions. “Wait for me to come back, and call me if you have anything.” Oscar finished speaking, leaned over, and gently kissed me on the cheek, then left in a hurry. I smiled bitterly in my heart. Without having to think, I knew who was on the other end of the phone. Towards evening, I finished my IV drip. But there was still no sign of Oscar, and he hadn’t even sent me a message. I did not know why, but after hesitating for a while, I still called him. No one answered the phone. I didn’t want to call him anymore and prepared to go home alone. At this time, Sharon called me. “Bella, where are you? Guess who I saw Oscar with now? It was his first love! “Well, you don’t know. He doesn’t like others talking about his relationship, and he also won’t let me talk about it with you. “Bella, do you want to come over? We haven’t been together for a long time.” I was miserable, and my voice became uncontrollably hoarse. “Okay.” Hanging up the phone, I went to the address that Sharon sent me in a daze. However, there was no sign of Oscar. Seeing my pale face, Sharon looked worried. “Bella, why do you look so bad? Are you sick?” I shook my head woodenly. “It’s okay, and I’ve already had the injection.” “That’s good.” “Come on. Let me take you to see something interesting.” Without waiting for me to speak, Sharon took my hand and knocked on the door of the next private room. The door of the private room was opened quickly. “What’s up?” His voice stopped abruptly, and Oscar looked stunned. “Why are you here?” Then, a woman’s clear voice was heard from inside the room. “Sharon, long time no see.” Sharon waved enthusiastically and pulled me straight past Oscar. “Donna, when did you come back?” Donna smiled slightly, “I just came back not long ago.” As she spoke, she glanced at me and smiled, “Who is this friend?” Sharon put her arm around my shoulder and introduced me enthusiastically, “This is my best friend, Bella Moore.” Donna looked at me. I wondered if it was my illusion, and there seemed to be a different kind of smile in her eyes. She extended her hand to me in a friendly manner. “Hello, I’m Donna Jenkins.” I nodded and shook her hand stiffly. At this time, Oscar, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke. “Donna and I have something to talk about. Sharon, you take Bella out first.” However, Sharon pressed her lips, ignored him, and said bluntly, “Donna, tell me the truth. Have you and Oscar reconciled?” Donna smiled and looked at Oscar. “You should ask him this question.” I was broken-hearted and subconsciously looked up at Oscar. He lowered his eyes and didn’t dare to look at me. The atmosphere suddenly froze for a moment. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Donna’s answer clearly had a deeper meaning. But now that things had come to this, I still wanted to hear Oscar’s answer in person.

After a long silence, Oscar slowly explained, “Donna and I…” Before Oscar could finish speaking, Donna interrupted him with a smile, “Alright, don’t worry about us. I still need to think carefully about the matter between Oscar and me. Even if we want to reconcile, it depends on his performance.” He was visibly relieved. His face was tense, his expression seemed a little ugly, and his tone was serious. “We have something else to do, so I’ll take you back later.” “Well.” Sharon tactfully said nothing more and pulled me away. My gaze was fixed on Oscar, but from beginning to end, he didn’t even bother to look at me. I wanted to leave right away, but my body was frozen in place uncontrollably. I tried my best to calm my emotions and didn’t dare reveal any clues. After a while, I received a text message from Oscar. [Don’t think too much, and I will explain the matter between Donna and me to you when I get back.] I find it a little funny. Until now, how many nice lies could Oscar make up to deceive me? I had a tasteless meal. Sharon told me a lot about the past of Oscar and Donna. I was a little dazed. It seemed that everything I did during the four years with Oscar was mixed with the regrets he and Donna once had. He was commemorating their past feelings in another way. Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I had to find an excuse and leave first. I didn’t return home that night, and the next day, I ignored Oscar’s phone calls. I went directly to the company to complete the resignation procedures. Unexpectedly, as I just arrived downstairs of my house, I unexpectedly ran into Donna. Her appearance was very subtle. I nodded slightly, not feeling that my relationship with her could reach the level of small talk, and walked away. However, Donna stood in front of me. “Ms. Moore, do you live here too?” I didn’t deny it, “Ms. Jenkins, are you to meet Oscar?” She nodded and smiled slightly, “You two seem to know each other well, right?” As Donna spoke, she looked at my face carefully and smiled meaningfully, “I wanted to say this last night. Ms. Moore, do you think that our eyes and brows are quite similar?” I was shocked. Looking at her provocative eyes, I had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated as I did now. But I still had to force myself to smile. “Maybe…” Finishing saying that, I didn’t want to say anything more and wanted to escape in panic. “I know your relationship.” Donna suddenly called me. She slowly approached me, smiling provocatively, “I know Oscar. No matter how well he hides it, it won’t escape my insight. “Thank you for training him for me for so long. Now, you can leave.” As Donna spoke, she patted my shoulder and leaned over to whisper, “So what if you’re unwilling? You’ve already lost, and any further struggle would only bring humiliation upon yourself.” My heart ached. However, before I said anything… “Ah!” Donna suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. “Donna!” A familiar voice called out to my ears. Then, I was violently knocked away by a figure. I stumbled, and my arm scraped against the corner of the wall beside me. Oscar looked concerned. “Is anything wrong?” Donna looked pitiful. “It’s okay, and I just sprained my ankle. “Don’t misunderstand her. Ms. Moore didn’t mean it, and she seems to have some misunderstandings about me.” I find it a little funny. However, before I could say anything, Oscar yelled at me, “Bella! I said I would have a good talk with you, but why are you looking for trouble with Donna?” “It’s not me!” “Did Donna deliberately frame you? I know who she is better than you!” “So, in your eyes, I am such a despicable person, right?” Oscar answered straightforwardly, “I only believe what I see. Bella, don’t use these inferior methods in front of me.” Finishing saying that, he picked up Donna and left without looking back. I stood there in a daze, feeling an unbearable sadness in my heart. Four years of sincere dedication was not as good as one sentence from her. At this moment, I completely admitted that I lost. I went home and took everything I had with me as if I had never been there. There was only one day left before I left. I did not know why, but even now, I was still looking forward to news about Oscar. But there was no news from him. Before boarding the plane, I edited a text message to Oscar. [Let’s break up.] Then, I deleted all his contact information, completely cutting off my way out.

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My mother was well-known in the neighborhood for being the kind of person who always put others first. During my pregnancy, I was weak and frail. When a neighbor came over to borrow beer, my mother bought a whole box out of her own pocket and even gave away the vitamins I had been using to replenish my strength. The daughter of our neighbor had a crush on my husband, so my mother directly intervened and tried to match them up. I was so furious I fainted on the spot and ended up being sent to the hospital. Then, when my uncle Damian Tucker came over to borrow money, my mother didn’t hesitate for a second to give him my house. When I rushed home to find out, my cousin Breck Tucker pushed me down the stairs, and I died right there. After my death, my husband and the neighbor’s daughter naturally ended up together, and my mother became a guest of honor at their wedding. Whenever someone mentioned me, my mother would say that my death was the cold, heartless retribution I deserved. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn, back to the day the neighbor came over to borrow beer. ***** “Mrs. Burton, are you home? We have guests, and they need a few bottles of beer. Do you have any?” “Sure, sure! Let me find some, and I’ll bring them over in a minute!” The moment I heard those familiar words, I knew for sure that I was really back. In my previous life, not only did my mother buy a whole case of beer with her own money, but she secretly gave away the vitamins I was using to regain my strength. I had paid a lot for those vitamins. I was weak, and during my pregnancy, I needed extra nutrition. But before I even opened the vitamins, my mother gave them away as gifts. When I asked where the vitamins were later that evening, my mother casually said she’d given them away. Furious, I demanded, “Why did you give them away? You know I’m weak, pregnant, and need those to nourish my body! Those were my vitamins!” Without hesitation, my mother slapped the table. “We’re neighbors, aren’t we? How would it look if we didn’t lend them something? “And besides, I promised them. You can’t break your word!” I felt my head spin. “They wanted a beer. Why did you give away my vitamins?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, they came over, didn’t they? It’s rude not to offer something in return!” I was about to go to the neighbor’s house to get the vitamins back, but she grabbed my arm. “How dare you? You never listen to me! You’re insulting me!” Then, with a flick of her lip, she squeezed out a few fake tears and fell to the floor, accusing me. “I’ve raised you all these years! How could you be so selfish?” She always acted like this. If things didn’t go her way, she would throw a tantrum. She’d deliberately leave the door wide open, waiting for the neighbors to come by and gossip. She would get the neighbors to speak on her behalf. When a crowd of people criticized me, I could only swallow my anger. She became the neighborhood’s famous “good person,” while I became the villain who stopped her from being kind to others. In my past life, I was weak during my pregnancy, and, with some depression, I needed a lot of care. But my mother ignored me, often going over to help the neighbors instead. When she had a free moment, she would cook for her brother, Damian Tucker’s son, Breck Tucker. She gave away my vitamins to the neighbors, my car to Damian, and my house to Breck. Even my husband was handed over to my mother. After my mother gave away my house to Breck, I was pushed down the stairs by him. Just thinking about it made me shiver. “Where are the beers? Where did you put them?” My mother muttered, hunched over, rummaging around the house. “What are you looking for, Mom?” “Philip’s got guests. They need a few bottles of beer.” Philip Scott was our neighbor. Our families weren’t close at all until my mother came along, and then we became like family. From then on, our two families visited each other constantly, and Philip had gotten into the habit of borrowing things from us. After all, my mother was the type to lend anything to anyone. “I’m pregnant. We don’t have beer at home. Stop looking.” But my mother never listened to me. “That’s not right. When the neighbors ask for something, it’s a good thing. They trust us and think we’re kind people, so we should help.” I didn’t bother arguing. While she went to the kitchen to look for beer, I quietly put my vitamins in another cupboard and locked it up. In my last life, my mother disregarded my wishes, often giving away my things and forcing me into doing things I didn’t want to. Her actions ultimately killed me and my unborn child. This time, I was determined to stay away from all of that… My mother hurriedly barged into my room. “Sweetheart, why is your cupboard locked? Open it!” I thought to myself, “Great, she’s taking the bait.”

When I didn’t move for a while, my mother yanked the blanket off me, sending a chill through my body. “Hurry, hurry! Philip’s waiting downstairs for those beers.” I sighed dramatically. “Why don’t you just go downstairs to buy some? Why do you have to rummage around here?” With complete justification, she answered, “Fine, but you’ll need to give me the money if you want me to go buy it.” When she was dating my father, it was the same story. She’d spend my father’s money on gifts for others but never spent a cent of her own. My mother earned a good reputation, yet still blamed my father for not earning enough to buy a big house. After she divorced him, she started spending my money. “Those supplements are the only thing in that cupboard. Where’s the beer?” I pretended to lead her to the cupboard. I opened the door. There were several bottles of expensive wine on the shelf, with my vitamins hidden at the back. Without saying a word, my mother grabbed a bottle of wine and held it up in front of me. “Isn’t this beer?” That wine had been hidden by my husband, Frankie Walker. Frankie had treasured that bottle for years. He hadn’t even opened it during our wedding. Recently, his company had been laying people off, and he wanted to give the bottle to his boss as a gesture to help his career. In my past life, my mother and I had argued at the table. I cried, gasping for breath. Frankie had scolded me, “You’re the one who didn’t store things properly, leaving such an expensive item out in the open. Ellen just wanted to help us build a relationship with the neighbors.” At the time, I had been confused, not understanding why Frankie sided with my mother. Later, I discovered my mother had been trying to set Frankie up with Madge, the daughter of our neighbor, Philip. I sneered at the memory. “This is Frankie’s wine. You should call him first to ask if it’s okay to give it away. Maybe it’s important to him.” “Got it!” Without a second thought, my mother grabbed the wine and rushed out the door, never once considering calling Frankie first. After all, in my mother’s mind, even the smallest thing in someone else’s life was a big deal, while matters within our own family barely mattered. Dinner that night was, as usual, only some bread. But my mood was surprisingly good, and I had a big appetite. “Mrs. Burton, I’m here.” There was a knock at the door. My mother excitedly opened it. “Thank you for the wine earlier! We had a little left over. Would you like some more?” Madge stood in the doorway, her face flushed with embarrassment. She was talking to my mother, but her eyes were fixed on Frankie. “Oh, you’re too kind! Drink it up! We don’t have anyone at home who drinks!” My mother pushed the wine bottle back into Madge’s hands. Frankie asked, “Where did this wine come from? Did your mother go out and buy it?” “No, my mom found it at home while she was looking around.” Frankie’s face went pale, and he rushed over to her. When he saw the expensive wine in Madge’s arms, he nearly collapsed. With a trembling voice, he asked, “Ellen, how… how could you just take my wine?” My mother acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Philip had guests at lunch. Shouldn’t we send something over?” Madge looked awkward. “Mrs. Burton, didn’t you tell Frankie?” “And what’s wrong with that? It’s just a bottle of wine. Can’t I give it away?” Frankie snatched the wine bottle from her, shouting in anger, “This wine is worth hundreds of thousands! And you just gave it away like it’s nothing?” My mother stared at him in surprise. “It’s that expensive?” I spoke coldly, “It’s because you didn’t store it properly. If you had kept it safe, she wouldn’t have found it.” My mother stammered, sweating bullets. Seeing me defend her, she quickly chimed in, “Right, right! I didn’t know it was so expensive. But I was just trying to do a good deed!” Madge looked even more embarrassed. “Frankie, I’m really sorry!” Frankie was seething with anger. He slammed his fist into the wall, venting his frustration, then glared at me and shouted, “Irene, don’t you think you should control your mother? She’s always giving things away!” “Frankie, you can’t talk like that! If it weren’t for you and Irene, do you think I’d be dealing with these neighbors every day? You’re so ungrateful!” My mother’s voice rang out, sharp and indignant, as she scolded Frankie without hesitation. Frankie didn’t have a retort. He punched the wall again, his face reddening with suppressed fury. Suddenly, blood began dripping from his hand. “Oh no, darling, you’re bleeding!” “Frankie, you’re bleeding!” Madge and I exclaimed at the same time. My voice was cold, but Madge sounded genuinely concerned. Soon enough, people had gathered outside the door to watch the drama unfold. The scene ended with Frankie bleeding. He took a cab to the hospital by himself while I went back to my room to rest. My mom muttered to herself in the room, “Ugh, how are we supposed to manage these neighborly relations? Tomorrow, I’ll send Madge something nice.”

After that argument, my mother became infamous. For several days in a row, she stayed home, not stepping outside once. When I returned from my pregnancy checkup, I overheard the older women in the neighborhood gossiping about my mother and me. “That’s her. That’s the pitiful girl. Her mother really has no sense of propriety. She sent out bottles of liquor worth over a hundred thousand dollars!” “I’ve seen that old woman giving things away everywhere. At first, I thought she’d lost her mind.” I couldn’t help but feel satisfied hearing these comments. When I got home, I was a bit surprised to find guests at our place. My mother had made a lavish spread, even including seafood. Madge was sitting at the table, smiling, a few bottles of beer in front of her. “Mrs. Burton, I really didn’t realize that liquor was so expensive. Let me make it up to you and send a few bottles as an apology.” My mom smiled, “Madge, you’re too kind. We should be the ones apologizing. I know that last incident must’ve shocked you.” Frankie, looking flushed, picked up a glass and took a drink. Madge, her face blushing, kept serving him food, acting as though they were incredibly close. They looked like a family. I cleared my throat and realized my mother had once again taken my things to serve Madge. My plate had only a slice of bread on it. Seeing my silence, my mother started to lecture me. “Look at Madge. She’s slim, polite, and always speaks so gently. You, on the other hand, are always throwing tantrums, and your figure’s terrible. You could learn a lot from Madge.” I rolled my eyes. “Frankie, get me a glass of water.” Madge immediately stood up and poured the water, speaking sweetly to Frankie, “Oh, don’t bother with such small things, Frankie. You’re too important for this.” A wave of disgust washed over me. And, of course, Frankie seemed to relish the praise. He exchanged a glance with Madge, his face turning even redder. Seeing them like this, my mother quickly chimed in, “Madge really understands, doesn’t she? You’re right. Men should be doing big things! Actually, you and Frankie look pretty well-matched.” I raised an eyebrow. “Mom, do you even know whose husband Frankie is?” Only then did my mom seem to remember me. She appeared a little embarrassed and said, “What’s wrong with that? Frankie’s your husband! If you keep acting like this, looking so sloppy, he’ll divorce you sooner or later! I said all that to remind you! “Look at you, you’re pregnant, and you’re not even living with Frankie. You’re not fulfilling your duties as a wife! If you weren’t my daughter, I wouldn’t care about your business at all.” I stayed silent. My eyes were fixed on Frankie and Madge exchanging looks, and an idea began to form in my mind. The next day, I made up an excuse, telling them I needed to go to the hospital to pick up my checkup results. I casually mentioned that I wouldn’t be back for dinner. The look of joy on my mother’s and Frankie’s faces as I left didn’t escape me. I sneered inwardly and walked out of the door, clutching the paper in my hand. At the hospital, I sat with the report confirming the baby’s health, my heart filled with a bittersweet emptiness. I gently placed my hand on my stomach and thought to myself, “Baby, since the heavens have given me a second chance, I will protect you with everything I have…” On the very first day of my rebirth, I had secretly installed surveillance cameras at home. I opened the monitoring app on my phone. As soon as I left, Madge showed up. My mother acted as if Madge were her own daughter. “Mrs. Burton, I can’t believe you’re helping to set me up with Frankie.” Madge snuggled into Frankie’s arms. “But if Irene finds out…” Before Frankie could finish his sentence, my mother cut him off, looking proud. “This is nothing. You two are clearly meant for each other. Irene’s my daughter, and I know her well. She’s just not good enough for Frankie. You two are perfect together.” “Thank you! Mrs. Burton!” “Don’t worry, even if Irene and I divorce, I’ll still treat you well.” “You’re both such good kids!” My mother’s eyes welled with tears, and the three of them hugged each other tightly. I watched the scene through the camera feed, my heart sinking. Even though, having lived two lives, I already knew what kind of people my mother and Frankie were, seeing this unfold in front of me still hurt. For the sake of pleasing others, my mother had handed her daughter’s husband over. It was also possible that, in order to please Frankie, she had orchestrated the whole thing between him and Madge… She had never once considered me. I continued to watch the footage. Madge and Frankie lay down on our marital bed, embracing and kissing each other. I wiped away my tears as I saved every single video to my phone. I knew these videos would be the key to my new life.

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After dating my girl for ten years, we got married. Luna Clark was gentle and considerate, respecting me even during disagreements. I thought we could live happily like this forever until I accidentally saw her transfer records. She often transferred money to a boy. [Luna, can I still see you after you get married?] And Luna replied: [Others can’t, but you can.] [I’ve prepared a set of bunny ears. When I get back from my honeymoon, I’ll wear them for you.] ***** I was holding the revealing bunny costume. I thought this was Luna’s honeymoon gift to me. So, while she was out answering a phone call, I took a photo and sent it to my friends to show off. It turned out it wasn’t for me. I clicked on the boy’s Instagram. The latest update was by the swimming pool, where he was shirtless and holding the hand of the person taking the video. He went into the water and splashed cold water on the camera, and a female voice said coquettishly that it was so cold. This pool was the venue for our wedding not long ago. That hand belonged to Luna. There were two noticeable small moles on the base of her thumb. But the diamond ring on her ring finger that I had put on her was gone. I unconsciously tightened the ring on my finger, scrolling up the chat history. [Now you have time for me after you finish talking to your husband?] [He’s my husband, but you’re my sweetheart, James.] [Aren’t you afraid he’ll be angry?] [He’s a man. I just need to coax him, and he’ll be my dog.] I continued to look through the chat records. In addition to some flirting, there were also some transfer records. Quite a lot. Yesterday, on our honeymoon, when Luna and I were playing double volleyball on the beach, she even took the time to reply to James’ message. I took a breath and clicked on her bill again. On the shopping platform, every purchase worth dozens or hundreds of dollars had found its destination. She bought a lot of condoms and some expensive signature limited edition sneakers, which were all sent to the same place, a block away from my house, to a man named James Lance. I swiftly recorded message logs and payments, uploaded the video to the cloud while deleting it in my phone, and put the phone back to where it had been in one fluid motion. Then, I positioned myself as the bedroom doorknob turned. Luna walked in, casually unbuttoned her collar, and stretched her body. The dim bedroom light shone on her graceful figure, which was very eye-catching. Seeing the bunny suit unfolded in my hands, she was stunned for a moment. “It’s specially prepared for you,” she said. “Didn’t you say you need to work overtime recently? I’m afraid you can’t bear it.” “It’s okay, as long as it makes you happy.” I didn’t expose her. I took off my clothes in no time. When she turned around and went to the bathroom, I stopped her. “Don’t shower now. You’ll have to take a bath later anyway.” I put my hands on her waist and reached under her clothes. But she shuddered and pushed me away. “Why not do it now?” “I’m on my period. We can’t…” On our wedding night, she rejected me with this excuse, but I hadn’t noticed sanitary napkins in the toilet for several days. How could she have a period without blood? “Why does it last so long? Let me see.” I didn’t stop. “Don’t do this, Yves. It’s easy to get infected. Don’t you care about my health?!” I remained silent. I knew she was afraid of being exposed. She said that she would not have sex before marriage, so every time I hinted at it, she would directly reject me. But she had already hooked up with someone else. If I had sex with her now, I would find out that she was not a virgin. “Your mom just asked me yesterday when we would have a child. Don’t you want a child?” Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she became furious. “Didn’t you promise me that we wouldn’t consider having children before we turned 30? Do you think you can handle so many things in the company?” I was silent again. It was she who once told me that 30 was the best childbearing age for women. I handed the company over to her and stayed in the background, but had she forgotten my crucial role in establishing our business? “Yves Smith, you will never understand the hardship of a woman. Don’t do this again.” She said nothing more and entered the bathroom. Meanwhile, I went to the parking lot downstairs and hid a locator and a monitoring device in her car.

After I came back, I crawled into bed with coldness wrapping me. Luna was fast asleep. But she turned over, snuggled into my arms, and muttered to warm me up. I was trembling in the darkness, with tears running down my cheeks. Why would the woman who would unconsciously crawl into my arms while sleeping be in love with someone else? After a while, her cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly turned it off. “Yves…” I pretended not to hear her. She gently pulled her arms away from me and coaxed me, “My best friend broke up, and I need to comfort her. You don’t have to wait for me tonight.” I responded with a nasal and fell asleep again. She pressed her soft lips against my forehead and sighed, “Good night, baby.” Luna then buttoned her shirt, fixed his hair, and left. Soon, there were sounds of keys being pressed and the door closing outside. I opened my eyes with no drowsiness and put on a long-sleeve jacket to cover my face. I hailed a taxi along the way. The driver asked, “Where are you going, man?” “No. 43, Peace Street.” It was the delivery address on Luna’s shopping app. When I was in the car, I opened the short video software and logged in to Luna’s account on my phone. There was a favorite [Baby James]. I randomly clicked on a video and saw Luna’s comment. She gave two clapping emojis. James replied: [Luna, you come to see me every day. Will your husband be angry if he knows it?] [He’s too dull, unlike you. Young, strong boys are more interesting.] Seeing James’ face, I suddenly remembered that Luna had pulled him to the main table at the wedding. She said that this was her cousin and they had been close since childhood. James wanted to witness her happiness up close, so Luna asked me to take care of him more. But while eating, I felt something unknown touching my calf. I lifted the table mat and saw James’ leather shoes reaching down to my feet across several people. I was confused and asked Luna, “Tell your cousin to be more careful. He almost tripped me.” I saw the two of them staring at each other for a while. James apologized obediently, “This is my first time at a wedding banquet. I’m a little nervous. Please forgive me, Yves.” Luna helped him explain, “It’s okay, James. Just be more careful next time. Yves won’t mind it.” Recalling that, I realized my wedding had also become a part of their play. The driver was in a hurry to pick up the next guest and took a shortcut to drop me off. I squatted at the gate of the community, but Luna didn’t show up. The location on the phone showed that she was not nearby either. My phone suddenly rang. It was Luna calling, so I answered it. “Are you hungry now, Yves?” “Well? How did you know?” “You drank too much tonight and didn’t eat much. You usually get hungry in the middle of the night. Before I left, I prepared the soup in advance. You can make some spaghetti. I’ll be back soon.” I had always had a bad stomach, so if I didn’t eat enough at night, I had to have supper to make up for it. Luna would pay attention to it every time. There was even one time when she was on a business trip, and she specially ordered takeout so that I could get it as soon as I woke up due to hunger. I wondered if I was too suspicious and should give my wife more trust. Thinking about it, I was ready to leave. On the phone page, the red dot of the locator suddenly moved quickly. My heart started beating violently, my whole body shaking. A familiar white car slowly appeared in sight. A mature woman in a red leotard gracefully opened the back door of the car and let a silver-haired boy in. I followed the location and found them in the corner of the basement. The car shook for a long time and didn’t leave until dawn.

Luna returned home in the early morning, bringing me some pastries and a bunch of my favorite daisies. “Well, have a nice day!” I asked, “You’ve been busy working overtime and being a relationship mentor for your bestie lately. Look at you. You have dark circles under your eyes.” She turned her head away. “It’s okay. I need to pack my things today and go on a business trip tomorrow.” “Well, go ahead. I’ll use the car today and go to my parents. I’ll drive back the day after tomorrow.” She nodded and gave me an enthusiastic hug. Going downstairs, I threw the pastries into the trash can. The janitor nearby said hurriedly, “Such expensive pastries. Are you really gonna throw them away?” I smiled, “Yes. I’m sure.” After driving the car to the service area, I clicked on the playback of yesterday’s recording. Luna dialed the number. “Are you ready? I’ll be at the gate of the community in ten minutes.” “Luna, don’t be so impatient.” She turned on the speakerphone, and the man on the other end of the phone said so in a nonchalant tone. Luna smiled, “Hurry up and take a shower, and then put on the clothes you wore last time.” “Women are indeed horny in their thirties. You’re almost killing me.” “I’m leaving the light on for you.” “I know. Got it.” After a while, there was a sound of the door opening. “Hi, gorgeous. You have been staring at me for so long. Are you satisfied with what you see?” Then came the sound of clothes rustling. Luna cursed in a low voice, “Piss off! Don’t seduce me now. I’m almost losing control.” James smiled flatteringly, “I was wrong. Let’s go to the hotel.” “We’re not going there today.” “Well?” James was stunned. “Didn’t you say you were wrong? As a punishment, you have to serve me in a new place today.” Soon, the sound of violent physical collisions was heard on the recording. “Do you love me or your husband?” “What do you say? Why else would I run out so far in the middle of the night?” James panted, “Well, that’s because I can please you!” I was sitting in the car, and the scenes that happened here last night seemed to replay before my eyes. I yanked open the car door, darted to a tree, and retched. I clung to the tree, my stomach churning, struggling to regain my senses. ***** “I want a divorce.” This was the first thing I said when I entered my parents’ house. My dad was the first to reject it. “You are in your thirties. How can you still be so childish!” I was confused and angry. “Dad, why don’t you ask why before you blame me? She’s having an affair!” But my dad didn’t take it seriously. “Oh, that’s no big deal.” My face turned dark. “Are you going to endure it if my mom cheats on you?” Then, my dad slapped me in the face. “Look, Yves! I’ve been taking care of you, helping you with school and work all these years. I just wish to see you settle down, start a family, and have a little one to look after us when we’re old! “You’ve been with Luna for ten years, yet you’re still not satisfied with your marriage. Who else can you be with? This is how your life is. Just accept your fate!” My mother turned her face away and sighed. “It was Luna who bought the house and car in full. Your wedding preparations alone cost several million. Who else could be so generous? “She may just want to try something new for the time being. Don’t be so stingy. Never mind.” My eyes widened. “Mom, what did you say when you cried your eyes out at the wedding a few days ago? You said your only hope was for me to be happy. “You said it doesn’t matter if we have no money or status. Our being together and happy matters the most! “It’s only been a few days. How come you’ve all changed?!”   My mother’s face darkened. “What can I do? You want a divorce after only three days of marriage? If someone asks me, I have to say that my son was cuckolded? How embarrassing! “I don’t care. Behave yourself!” My mother threw all the things I brought back out the door. “Get out! I don’t want to hear a divorce again, or you’re not my son. “If there is a problem, look for the cause in yourself first. It must be because you are not passionate enough that she is looking for excitement outside!” But no one remembered that the person who once easily earned millions of dollars a year was me. I was willing to play a supporting role for Luna, helping her handle relationships behind the scenes and negotiating business even when I got a gastric perforation, but I ended up so miserably. I was walking on the road dragging my suitcase, and the glaring sun above my head was almost burning me to pieces. Luna called me. But I rejected it. She continued perseveringly. I turned off my phone and ignored it. Somehow, I arrived at the restaurant that was near my high school. I ordered a few potatoes and kelp, plus a bowl of soup. When I chewed the food, the once youthful and innocent scenes appeared before me one by one. I couldn’t help but shed tears. After wiping away the tears, I looked up at the sky. Luna appeared at some point. “Why are you here?” She approached with an elegant figure, her slender neck and long legs, her forehead glistening with sweat, and a phone in hand. “Yves!” She sat next to me, looking at me worriedly. “Why didn’t you answer the phone? Did you have a conflict with your parents? I was so worried about you that I came directly to you. “I should have gone there with you. Are you being wronged?” The tenderness in her eyes didn’t seem fake. Just at that moment, I was thinking that we were already thirty years old and no longer young. Should I really pretend that nothing happened and continue living with her? Her family was well-off, and with my financial management skills, we would lead a comfortable life. Our bond endured despite the distance, and she treated me well, remaining attentive even during her infidelity. Things would stabilize once we had a child. She was just looking for a temporary thrill, and I could wait until she calmed down. This seemed to be the best choice I could make. Luna received a phone call while she was driving me home. His expression suddenly became serious. “What’s wrong?” She hesitated. “My idea for my bestie didn’t work. She’s drunk again… It’s okay. You’re in such a bad mood right now. I’ll definitely stay with you first.” My fists clenched tighter and tighter. “It’s fine. I’m just a little tired and I’ll be fine after a sleep. Your friend is more important.” “Yves… Well…” “I won’t torture myself. Just drop me off at the next subway station.” “Okay, then buy some delicious food. Don’t starve yourself, and I’ll transfer more money to you.” “Okay.” I knew today was James’ birthday. They talked about it in the recording. Half an hour later, Luna called me. “Yves, I’m with my friend. Are you home?” “I want to go shopping in the mall. Just enjoy yourselves.” The pictures and texts of James were pushed to my homepage. The hotel room was lavishly decorated, with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses forming a sea of flowers. James sat on the carpet wearing a sexy yet elegant tuxedo, making a wish in front of the cake. Luna’s shadow was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. It was positioned as a famous hotel nearby. I went home, took out the marriage certificate, and went downstairs to the hotel. Then, I called the police. “Hello, I want to report my wife going whoring under my real name.”

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I went to buy skincare products with my newlywed husband, who was dressed in a sharp, expensive suit and a designer watch. The snooty sales associate suddenly became overly enthusiastic. First, she complimented my husband on his height, looks, and taste, then she insinuated that I was lucky to be kept by such a man. While applying facial cream to my face, she even had the audacity to ask me where I had my cosmetic surgery done. I decided not to engage with her and turned to discuss the decor of our new home with my husband. Unexpectedly, the sales associate exclaimed, “Sweetie, does your sugar daddy even know you’re married?” ***** The weather had turned dry with the changing seasons, so after work, I asked my husband, Joshua Walker, to accompany me to buy some skincare products. A colleague had told me about a new sales associate named Sienna Gomez, who they all raved about for being smart, sweet, and knowledgeable about skincare. “Ms. Scott, I followed Sienna’s skincare routine, and all my acne has vanished! You have such great skin, so I’m sure it would work wonders for you!” my colleague had said. I relayed this to Joshua, who shook his head and replied, “It’s just a sales pitch. There’s nothing magical about it.” I shrugged, “Well, the company gave me shopping vouchers, so why not use them?” With a loving gaze, Joshua nodded. “I’ll park the car and catch up with you later.” As I entered the store, I noticed a young girl slouched over the counter, engrossed in her phone. When she spotted me, she immediately straightened up. With a smile, she approached me and asked what I needed. I pulled out the vouchers and asked her to recommend a few products based on my skin type. Unexpectedly, her smile faded as soon as she saw the vouchers; she rolled her eyes and said, “We’re a major brand, and we don’t accept vouchers. You should use them for groceries instead.” I was about to retort, but she averted her gaze from me. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she shyly fixed her hair. I was puzzled until I turned to see Joshua walking towards me. Having just wrapped up a meeting, he looked charming in his black haute couture suit, illuminated by the light behind him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and asked if I had found what I was looking for. I was about to complain about the poor service when the girl suddenly grabbed my hand affectionately and said, “Sweetie, let me check your skin and recommend the best products for you! “And I can give you a spa. Just call me Sienna!” So, she was Sienna. Remembering my colleague’s high praise, I nodded and let her lead me to a chair. She couldn’t take her eyes off Joshua while absently mixing a mud mask. He sat on the sofa, confused by her gaze but still nodded politely. Noticing my bewilderment, Sienna blinked rapidly and said, “Sweetie, your boyfriend looks like a star.” Before I knew it, she slathered the mud mask on my face, plunging me into darkness. I felt annoyed but tried to keep my temper in check during the treatment. Sienna, oblivious to my mood, continued, “Sweetie, is your boyfriend a boss? He’s so elegant. “Does he work around here?” I closed my eyes and nodded half-heartedly, but the mud mask began to slide and solidify, blocking my nostrils and almost suffocating me. I wiped the mask off my face and angrily questioned her actions. She quickly diverted her gaze from the sofa. From our angle, we could see Joshua’s polished shoes and the gleaming Rolex on his wrist. Sienna flushed and stammered, “Sorry! I’m sorry!” I tried to suppress my anger, saying it was fine. But she innocently asked, “Sweetie, how did you land such a great guy? What tricks did you use?” I shot her a glare and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Maybe my tone was a bit too sharp as Joshua looked over to check the situation. Sienna, with her exaggerated blue eyeshadow and heavily made-up face, blinked at me, smiling, and said, “No, no, I meant you’re just so lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend! “You don’t even need to work with so many men wanting to spend on you!” As a woman, I recognized her jealousy and found it amusing. I naturally had a job; the chain restaurant in this mall was my family’s business. I was dressed casually today because I was conducting market research. But there was no excuse for her snobbery. I guessed she assumed I was some boss’ mistress and felt free to mock me openly and subtly. Joshua seemed to enjoy her flattery, casually crossing his legs and swinging them back and forth. I said firmly, “Cut the nonsense. If you don’t want to do this, I’m leaving!” Sienna’s face froze, then she pressed my shoulders down, insisting. “Sorry, sweetie! Let me show you our new serum!” Skeptical, I decided to give her another chance. Initially, her massage techniques were impressive, and I closed my eyes, enjoying it. But then she switched to a scraping tool, and it scratched my face painfully. I felt an intense burning sensation all over my face, and I screamed for her to stop. Joshua rushed over, puzzled. Sienna, with a sarcastic tone, said, “Sweetie, it hurts because you’ve had plastic surgery. If you’d just admitted it, I would’ve been more careful.” I covered my face, angry as I glanced in the mirror to find faint blood spots from where my forehead had been scraped. “Where did you have your surgery? Did you get jawline reduction?” Sienna asked. Fuming, I shoved her to the floor, scolding her, “I haven’t had any surgery! Stop making excuses for your terrible skills! “I’ve never had a treatment this harsh. Are you trying to disfigure me? “If there’s anything wrong with my face, I’ll file a complaint!” My voice was loud enough to attract the attention of passersby. Sienna’s face turned a mix of red and pale. She looked hurt and said, “Sweetie, you don’t understand. It’s normal for facial scrapes to feel a bit painful. Why are you being so delicate?” She stood there, looking lost, like she might burst into tears any second. This pretentious act infuriated me completely. I was about to explode when Joshua wrapped his arms around me. “Alright, honey, don’t let a salesgirl get to you. I’ll take you out for something delicious later to cheer you up,” he said, gently patting my back and helping me regain some composure. Finally, I shot Sienna a glare, grabbed my bag, and prepared to leave, vowing never to return to this store again. Panicking, Sienna dashed to the counter and grabbed a handful of samples, insisting they were for me. I pushed her away and refused, but she kept shoving more into my arms. Joshua, ever the peacemaker, chimed in, “Don’t be upset; I have good news. We can move into our married house tomorrow!” At that moment, the bottles in Sienna’s hands crashed to the floor. One hit my foot, and I yelped in pain. I was fed up, but Sienna looked incredulous, innocently asking, “Sweetie, are you married? Does your sugar daddy, who paid your bills, know about this?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Sienna looked at me in a panic, seemingly regretting that she had accidentally let my secret slip. Her uncertain gaze flickered between me and Joshua. When the onlookers caught wind of the commotion, they gathered around, eager to listen in and indulge in the gossip. I let out a laugh, fueled by anger, and shot her a fierce glare. “Are you sure?” She seemed to shrink back in fear, hiding behind Joshua. I pulled her out from behind him and confronted her directly. “When and where did you see me with my sugar daddy?” She stammered, “It was… it was the old man who paid for you last time.” Her voice was just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Look at her decked out in designer clothes. She must have sold her body to afford them!” “She doesn’t look like a decent woman. Just look at her figure; she must have experience!” “First with an old man, now with a young guy. How shameless.” The scornful expressions of the crowd helped me regain my composure. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone, aimed the camera at Sienna, and began recording. I asked, “So, you mean you saw me shopping with an old man? “What did I buy? Where’s the receipt? “If you can’t provide that, then you’ve just spread rumors and slandered me right in front of me. Then we should head to the police and sort this out.” My onslaught of questions left Sienna speechless, her mouth opening and closing in panic. “Maybe I remembered it wrong. Just please calm down,” she stammered, completely panicked. I replied calmly, “That’s fine. Let’s check the surveillance footage. I’m not unreasonable. Or we can call the police right now!” Her face drained of color as she shook her head vigorously. I smirked, putting my phone away, and glared at Joshua, who tried to intervene again. I stood in front of Sienna and said, “You started these rumors, and then you backtrack and say you might have remembered wrong. How do you plan to compensate me for the damage to my reputation?” The ruckus we were causing alarmed the shopping mall manager, who quickly asked the manager over with a grim expression. The store manager immediately put aside her work and rushed over. Furious, she glared at Sienna and scolded, “I stepped away for just a moment, and you create this chaos? Do you want to get fired?” She then took me to her office with a bright smile and said, “Ma’am, please calm down. We can discuss this.” I explained the situation, and the manager’s expression darkened. “Ma’am, what do you expect us to do?” she asked. I replied firmly, “She needs to apologize to me publicly and then be fired!” The store manager nodded without hesitation, clearly uninterested in defending Sienna. She said, “She’s not even a formal employee. I’ve suspected of a while that she has ulterior motives. Keeping her on would only tarnish our brand’s reputation. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll upgrade you to a VIP Platinum customer for free.” Accepting the manager’s gesture, I was ready to leave when I opened the door and noticed Sienna gazing at Joshua with a look of infatuation. When she saw me, her expression twisted into one of hatred. “Sienna! Apologize to this lady right now, or you’re fired!” the manager ordered. Reluctantly, Sienna apologized in front of everyone. As she wiped her tears and removed her work badge, her eyes fixated on the hands Joshua and I held together. I thought that was the end of the ordeal. Unexpectedly, Sienna appeared again.   Although my family was wealthy, I could only get one thousand dollars per month for living expenses during college, and no one knew that I was rich. As graduation approached, I met Joshua in class. He was ambitious, gentle, polite, and kind-hearted—often taking the time to feed stray cats. I felt sympathy for him and arranged for him to become a supervisor in the branch, wanting to help him showcase his talents. I kept my arrangement a secret, fearing it might hurt his pride. In his eyes, I was just a girl raised by a single mother, living an ordinary life with an ordinary job. Years later, Joshua became a manager and began to find his footing. We had just tied the knot, excited for our future together. But when I visited the branch office at the end of the month, I was shocked to see Sienna exiting the secretary’s office in a professional outfit, clutching documents. Upon seeing me, she dropped her pen in fright. I approached her with a frown, and to my surprise, she plopped down on the floor and wailed, “Help! Mr. Walker, save me!” The door to the manager’s office swung open, revealing a flustered Joshua. “What’s going on, Sienna?” When our eyes met, Joshua froze. I was bewildered. “Why is she here?” Sienna grabbed my arm and cried, “Mrs. Walker, please don’t blame Mr. Walker! I begged him for a job. “I have to rescue stray animals, and I can’t afford to lose my job! “Mr. Walker is kind-hearted and helped me. Please, don’t fire me!” As she said this, she cried bitterly. Her cries drew the attention of her colleagues, who started to whisper. I felt overwhelmed as if I had suddenly become the villain in this situation. I rushed to help her, but as soon as I touched her, she wailed and fell to the side, prompting several male employees to rush over to assist her. “Allison Scott! What are you doing?” Joshua barked. Before I could respond, he pulled me aside into the office. He scolded, “Allison, can you please stop making a scene at work? There are so many people watching us! “I’m not just a marketing specialist like you; I’m a manager. You can’t interfere with my hiring decisions!” I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe Joshua, who had always listened to me, was speaking like this. “You…” I stepped back. He continued, his irritation palpable. “You caused her to lose her job. I’m trying to fix this for you. “You don’t need to act like I’m cheating on you. Don’t think I don’t know you have a sugar daddy…” He stopped when he noticed my incredulous expression, and my heart sank deeper. He sighed. “You don’t have to deny it. Sienna took a picture of you with a bald old man a few days ago. “And she said all your clothes are expensive. How could you get the money…” Before he could finish, Sienna burst in. “Mr. Walker! The animal hospital just called, saying Jingle had a cardiac arrest!” “What?” My heart sank as I grabbed Joshua’s hand. He turned, and the coldness and cruelty in his eyes were foreign to me. He accused, “Allison, you’re so heartless. You’re not kind like Sienna at all! “You abused Jingle so badly that its bone harmed its heart and lungs. It was Sienna who took it in and treated its illness!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We had been married for just three months. When Joshua was away on business, I learned about his cat, Jingle. Due to an allergy to cat hair, I had to give Jingle up for adoption at my parents’ urging. Joshua calmly accepted this when he returned from his trip. How could I be the one accused of abusing that cat? Besides, Jingle was well-cared for by a distant relative. How could Sienna have rescued it?   “Joshua, don’t ever come to see me again after you leave!” I shouted. Joshua wrapped his arms around Sienna’s waist and walked away without looking back. I stared at the empty office, my gaze landing on the month-end expense reports scattered across the desk. There were several of them detailing purchases made in a hotel room. I couldn’t recall Joshua mentioning any recent projects that required accommodation. Even stranger was that he always came home late, falling asleep the moment he hit the bed. Those expense reports spoke volumes. I clenched my fists, took pictures as evidence, and left. Soon after, my relative sent me a video of Jingle. The once-small, white-haired, blue-eyed cat had grown into a chubby, lively feline, significantly larger than when we first got her. She was perfectly healthy—no cardiac arrest in sight. That night, I didn’t go home; instead, I checked into a hotel owned by my family. Despite Joshua’s incessant calls and apology texts, I chose not to respond. I reviewed the branch’s financial statements and discovered that four out of the five projects Joshua led had failed, while the other barely broke even. Such bleak statistics shocked me. The personnel manager informed me, “Ms. Scott, Sienna Gomez is not an official employee and hasn’t been entered into the system. “Mr. Walker must have arranged for her to join and settled her salary privately, bypassing company accounts.” My heart sank deeply. Joshua had been involved with Sienna behind my back! “Ms. Scott…” the personnel manager hesitated. I noticed her reluctance to continue and looked at her. She finally spoke up, “Sienna is always causing trouble. She even brought stray cats to the office, resulting in employees getting bitten by fleas. “Plus, she’s been stealing food from us! “The surveillance footage shows her feeding the stray cats, and leftovers have been rotting in the office corridor. The smell was unbearable!” I couldn’t believe Sienna was creating such chaos. “Does Joshua know about this?” I asked. The personnel manager nodded. “It was reported to Mr. Walker a while ago, but after Sienna came out of his office, nothing changed.” I acknowledged her explanation and asked a few employees about Sienna. “Ms. Scott, look at how badly my legs have been bitten by fleas! I went to talk to Mr. Walker, but he told me Sienna had a kind heart and that I shouldn’t be so hard on a cat.” “How can anyone just join our company? Sienna can’t even type!” “Exactly! She couldn’t even organize the files. I don’t get how someone like her can be paid eight thousand dollars!” Eight thousand dollars? That rang a bell. Not long ago, I noticed that amount mysteriously vanished from the card Joshua and I shared. So, he had been using our marriage funds to support his mistress. At that moment, another message from Joshua popped up, accompanied by a photo of diamond butterfly earrings. [Allison, please don’t be mad! I bought you a gift!] I was still grappling with why Joshua would suddenly do something so romantic when I overheard a colleague complain. “She’s poor. How could she afford diamond jewelry? It must be fake!” “That’s right! Or maybe she’s with a rich guy!” I walked over to Sienna’s recent Instagram post from just two minutes ago, flaunting a caption that read: [A full set of diamonds! Too bad I don’t have pierced ears, so my boyfriend tossed the earrings away.] The blatant showing-off hurt me. I felt like a fool for expecting a genuine apology from Joshua. I stormed into the president’s office, my expression icy enough to startle my dad, Marvin Nelson. “Next Monday, all managers and above will present their performance reports, and those with subpar results will be fired!” I declared. My dad, thinking I was merely reacting in anger again, chuckled. “Did you have a fight with Joshua? His performance has been lacking.” I maintained my serious demeanor. “Then fire him. The company doesn’t need slackers.”

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When my boyfriend found out I was hospitalized after an injury and couldn’t cover my shift at the bank, his reaction was anything but supportive. “You switched shifts with someone without telling me first? You’re such a deceitful little snake!” he yelled. I didn’t argue back. Instead, I quietly handed him my hospital certificate while staring at the chaotic scene unfolding at the bank. In my previous life, I had encountered a couple at the counter who came to deposit five million dollars. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness, and this five million dollars was the result of selling their house and even one of their kidneys—money they desperately needed for their child’s life-saving surgery scheduled the next day. But the very next morning, the money they had just deposited vanished under mysterious circumstances. I helped them track down the withdrawal location, only to discover that the surveillance footage showed me taking the money. Faced with their accusations, my best friend burst into tears. She said sorrowfully, “Even if you wanted to live a luxurious life, how could you steal someone’s life-saving money using your job?” My boyfriend, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, immediately chimed in, “So that’s how you suddenly had money to buy a car. You’re a murderer at heart!” The delay caused by this event cost their child the chance for surgery. Overcome with grief, the couple attacked and killed me in the middle of the street. When I opened my eyes again, I thought injuring myself might help me avoid repeating the same tragedy. But I never expected the surveillance footage to once again show me secretly withdrawing the money. “Ugh, dressed in rags and carrying that filthy bag. This is no place for beggars.” “Don’t come to me for help! You stink. I only serve big clients.” These familiar, disdainful voices snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see Evelyn Carter pinching her nose with a look of utter contempt as she turned away. Standing outside the glass wall were a couple with deeply worried faces. Humiliated by the rude treatment, they stood awkwardly, gripping the money bag tightly and refusing to leave. Evelyn’s eyes darted mischievously as she suddenly adopted a falsely charitable tone. She said, “Go to the counter on the left. Azalea loves playing the saint; she’ll help you count that bag of coins.” The couple’s pleading eyes turned to me, and my heart sank like a stone. In my previous life, when Evelyn insulted them, I immediately apologized on her behalf and took over the transaction. No one had expected what happened next. The couple pulled out an entire five million dollars in cash from their woven bag. Evelyn’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She immediately asked them where they got so much money. The couple explained tearfully that it was for their daughter’s surgery. Both elderly and financially struggling, they had sold a kidney each and mortgaged the home they had lived in their entire lives just to scrape together the operation fee. Misfortune seemed to prey on the unfortunate, and their plight moved me to tears. Evelyn, however, started to pry into their family situation. I firmly told Evelyn to stop harassing the clients. After helping the elderly couple deposit their money, I even reminded them to keep the bank card close and never let it out of their sight. The couple left, full of gratitude, while Evelyn hurriedly took leave from work. At the time, I thought I had done a good deed by helping the unfortunate. I never imagined it would lead to my tragic death.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the bank, I saw the couple who had deposited money yesterday standing at the entrance, crying uncontrollably. I hurried over to ask what had happened and learned that although they had kept their bank card with them the entire time, the money in their account had disappeared. The bizarre theft quickly caught the bank’s attention. Seeing the couple on the verge of a breakdown, I offered them some warm water and patiently inquired if anyone else had handled their bank card. They adamantly assured me that the card had always been kept under their pillow and had never left their sight. There were no signs of the windows or doors being opened, so theft seemed impossible. Watching their heart-wrenching sobs, I felt deeply concerned. I immediately used the bank’s system to check the withdrawal times and ATM locations. The records showed that the money had indeed been withdrawn in multiple transactions the previous night. The thief had methodically emptied the account across several ATMs over the night. When the couple heard this, they nearly fainted from despair. Unable to stand by, I pleaded with my supervisor to retrieve the surveillance footage from the withdrawal locations. Faced with such a baffling incident, everyone held their breath as they stared at the screen. What the footage revealed left us all in shock. The person withdrawing the money was me. The strange images in my memory sent a chill down my spine as I snapped back to reality. The couple was already seated in front of me, cautiously untying their bag. Alarmed, I quickly stopped them and asked, “Wait, are you here to deposit money? How much?” Tears welled up in their eyes, and their voices quivered as they replied, “We want to deposit five million. This is our daughter’s life-saving money.” Although they spoke softly, Evelyn, who had been observing them, leaned in with visible excitement. She asked, “Five million? How could you possibly have five million when you’re dressed like that?” The couple lowered their heads, trying to explain, but I interrupted again. I said, “Evelyn, don’t pry into other people’s money. Go back to your station.” Evelyn glared at me and retorted, “Azalea Brooks, why are you being so petty now? “This is the client’s money, not yours. Why are you so nosy?” Evelyn’s reaction made me confused. In my past life, when Evelyn saw these five million dollars, she immediately started poking around, asking questions. She even lingered nearby while I processed the transaction, reluctant to leave. Later, when the incident unfolded, she had been the first to jump out and accuse me alongside my boyfriend. I wondered if she had seen the couple’s PIN while I was handling their transaction. This thought popped into my mind but was quickly dismissed. We tellers were inside a glass booth, while clients were outside. The PIN pad was shielded, and Evelyn couldn’t possibly see the code. Even if she somehow guessed the PIN, there was no way she could have silently stolen the card from beneath their pillow. Besides, the surveillance footage showed me taking the money. There was no way this was that simple. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Blocking Evelyn’s view, I turned to the couple and said, “Your deposit amount is quite large. Please come with me to the VIP room.” The couple exchanged puzzled glances. Just then, Evelyn interjected with urgency, “Azalea, what’s the meaning of this? Why should they get to use the VIP room?” I ignored her and led the couple away. To ensure security, I requested the manager to oversee the process, citing the large deposit amount. It wasn’t until I handed back the card to the couple that I finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, Evelyn hadn’t witnessed the deposit process, so she couldn’t possibly know the PIN. But as I relaxed, a more perplexing question troubled me—how did the thief obtain the bank card? Though I suspected Evelyn, she was, by all appearances, an ordinary person. We were colleagues and close friends. While I knew she loved travel and fun, I had never heard of her having any extraordinary skills to steal. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I descended the stairs absentmindedly and accidentally missed a step, tumbling down. Amid my colleagues’ startled cries and their efforts to help me up, I caught sight of Evelyn leaving in casual clothes.

I had fallen hard. My ankle was swollen and throbbing, yet my heart pounded even harder. A suffocating unease enveloped me, so all-consuming that I barely registered the pain. I couldn’t understand why Evelyn still took leave when she hadn’t been there during the deposit. She couldn’t possibly know the couple’s bank card password remotely. Clenching my teeth, I struggled to stand and follow her, but the sharp pain shooting up my leg nearly knocked me down again. I could only watch as Evelyn disappeared into the distance. Frustrated, I muttered a curse under my breath, only to be startled by my ringing phone. It was Lucas Green, my boyfriend. Instead of answering the call immediately, I began to recall my past life. As far as I remembered, Lucas had also called me right after Evelyn left. Back then, I had naively thought he was checking on me out of concern. But now, I suspected that he was spying on me. I pressed the answer button, my suspicions weighing heavy on my chest. His voice came through. “Azalea, are you at the bank?” In my past life, I would’ve mistaken this for care. But now, that accusatory edge froze me to the core. It was undeniable that he was confirming my location. He and Evelyn were definitely in cahoots. A shiver ran through me as the cruel truth sank in, leaving me too stunned to speak. Just then, the announcement of a ticket number being called echoed through the hall. Lucas exhaled in relief on the other end. He said, “I heard the bank’s announcement. You go ahead, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.” His tone was brisk, but I grew even more anxious. I didn’t know how they did it. Even if they hadn’t obtained the passwords, they could still steal the couple’s life-saving funds. If that were true, then I would be dead in this life too. A torrent of doubts swirled in my mind. Though the hall was wide and warm, the weight of my unease made it hard to breathe. My colleague, Megan Winfield, who had been supporting me, noticed my pallor and patted my shoulder. She said, “Azalea, you’re pale as a sheet. You should go to the hospital. “I’m free today. I’ll cover your shift.” Her kind gaze stirred an unsettling thought. If she covered for me, she might become my scapegoat. Just as I was about to refuse, a glimmer of hope dawned. The hospital was full of surveillance cameras. If I got admitted for treatment and Megan stayed with me overnight, we’d both have alibis. I gratefully accepted her offer and hurried to the hospital. Everything went as planned. I was admitted, and Megan, moved by my pleas, stayed with me through the night. The next morning, however, as I approached the bank, an all-too-familiar scene from my previous life unfolded before my eyes. The couple stood outside, sobbing uncontrollably, “Why is our money gone? We deposited five million dollars just yesterday. “That was our daughter’s life-saving money. Her surgery is this afternoon. What are we supposed to do now?” Their desperate cries pierced my heart. I turned to Megan, who immediately rushed to console them. But the couple could barely form coherent sentences, their trembling voices repeating only that their money had vanished and their daughter was doomed. By now, all the bank staff knew about the previous day’s large deposit. A crowd gathered, murmuring among themselves. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the edge of the crowd. Evelyn shouted, “What’s everyone crowding around for? If the money’s gone, just check who withdrew it.” Heads turned in unison toward her, and I took the chance to observe her face. Her dark, puffy eyes betrayed a sleepless night. She was the thief. I just couldn’t figure out how she had managed to steal the money. The manager soon arrived and, under the crowd’s watchful eyes, pulled up the surveillance footage. The couple quieted down and joined everyone in staring at the screen. When the culprit’s face appeared, all eyes turned toward me. A chill swept over me, and I couldn’t stop trembling. The thief caught on camera was me.   As everyone stood in shock, Lucas strode toward Evelyn. Then he angrily rebuked me, “Azalea, we trusted you so much, yet you betrayed us by stealing someone else’s life-saving money. “So, this is why you suddenly wanted to buy a car. It all makes sense now.” Evelyn immediately chimed in, “Exactly! We treated you as a friend, and this is how you repay us. By shamelessly bullying a poor couple. You’re despicable.” “You always talked about how great it would be if all the bank’s money was yours. I thought it was just a joke. Azalea, I never imagined you’d become a thief. “Clients, don’t worry. We’ll make sure this thief pays for what she’s done.” The couple looked at me with tearful eyes. They were shocked but didn’t immediately accuse me. After all, I had been the only person willing to help them yesterday. Such a situation was hard for anyone to accept. Seeing the couple hesitate, Evelyn grew anxious and began pushing them. She said, “What are you waiting for? The person who harmed your daughter is standing right here. Don’t you want justice for her?” I sighed and turned to face her. I said, “The person in the surveillance footage isn’t me. I was at the hospital all night yesterday.” Evelyn and Lucas were both surprised. Evelyn shouted, “Stop lying! The surveillance footage shows it was you. “Just because you say you were at the hospital, we’re supposed to believe you? You probably went there on purpose to create an alibi and then rushed off to commit the crime.” I smirked, “I sprained my ankle yesterday, and Megan was worried about me. She stayed with me all night. “What are you so worked up about? Could it be that the person in the surveillance footage is one of you?” The two of them abruptly fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances. Megan glanced at the three of us back and forth. After a while, she declared, “That’s correct. I stayed at the hospital with Azalea all night yesterday. “As the wife of the bank manager, I can vouch for her. Azalea didn’t leave the hospital, not even for a moment.”   Megan was not just our supervisor; she was also the bank president’s wife. Her intervention on my behalf silenced everyone at the scene. In my previous life, I hadn’t been able to see the contents on the screen. This time, I seized the opportunity and meticulously reviewed all the surveillance footage. Even at night, the ATM’s interior lighting was bright. Under the sharp illumination, the person in the footage withdrawing the money had a face identical to mine. No matter how I looked at it, it was unmistakably me. Frustration churned within me, but I refused to give up. I stubbornly kept my eyes glued to the monitor, scrutinizing every detail. Evelyn, noticing my intense focus, motioned for Lucas to pull me away. She sneered, “Azalea, how venomous you are! “Yesterday, you handled their deposit. Who knows what kind of trick you used to secretly clone it? Then you deliberately sprained your ankle to fabricate an alibi.” Lucas echoed, “Evelyn is right. She saw through your scheme. “Azalea, you’re cunning. Don’t think your petty tricks can fool us. Either return the money to them today or pay with your life for that innocent child.” I turned to look at them. Just yesterday, they were my loving boyfriend and my best friend. Today, they stood united against me, wishing for my immediate downfall. I couldn’t even pinpoint when they had started keeping their relationship a secret from me. The colleagues who had been silent now shifted their gazes to me. “Azalea, five million isn’t pocket change. If it was you, you should hand it over.” “The couple have suffered enough already. Do you have the heart to make things worse for them?” “That money is just luxury to you, but it’s their daughter’s lifeline.” The mention of their daughter’s plight brought fresh tears to the couple’s eyes. “Miss, you seem like a good person. “We believe you wouldn’t do something like this, but the surveillance footage is clear. We don’t know what else to do. “To save our daughter, we’ve sold everything we own and borrowed from everyone we know. The surgery is scheduled for this afternoon. If it’s delayed, we don’t want to live anymore.” Their cries were heart-wrenching, and I felt a pang of sorrow. But I would never admit to something I hadn’t done. Surveying the crowd around me, I took a deep breath and said firmly, “I swear, yesterday, I never left the hospital. “The person in the footage may look like me, but it’s not me.” Evelyn shrieked, “You still refuse to confess, even in the face of such undeniable evidence? I didn’t know you were this shameless. “Azalea, you’re the most malicious, cruel-hearted person I’ve ever met. These poor people are collapsing in despair, and you still dare to argue?” I pressed my lips together and looked at her wrist. “Everyone, take a good look,” I said, my voice steady but cutting. “In the surveillance footage, the person in the video is wearing a bracelet. But if I recall correctly, that bracelet happens to be Evelyn’s prized possession, something she never lets out of her sight.”

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Upon entering the abortion room at the maternity hospital where I was dispatched to assist, I was stunned to find my wife, Mia Rodriguez, lying on the operating table. Beside her, a handsome young man held her hand tightly, his face etched with guilt. “Mia, it’s all my fault for being careless. That outfit of yours was just too tempting; I couldn’t resist,” he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. “It’s okay, as long as you’re happy and comfortable, I’d do anything for you,” Mia responded with a tender smile, her eyes unable to hide the affection she felt for him. However, she remained oblivious to the fact that the one about to perform the abortion was none other than her own husband.   As I pushed open the door to the operating room, I froze in place. I never expected to find my wife, Mia, lying on the surgical table. Just last night, she had been in her nurse’s uniform, nestled in my arms, whispering sweet nothings. She had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “Darling, today marks our seven-year wedding anniversary. I can’t wait to spend a romantic, passionate night with you. “No precautions this time; it’s time we had a baby. “Too bad it’s that time of the month. I just bought this new uniform and wanted to serve you…” Mia and I had been together for five years and married for seven. Over time, the initial spark had faded. As a dance instructor, she was devoted to maintaining her figure and had resisted the idea of having children. So, in recent years, our intimate moments had dwindled. Even when we did find the time, precautions were always taken. Hearing her talk about wanting a baby filled me with joy, and I hugged her tightly. I had said, “Really, sweetheart? I’ve been wanting a baby for so long! “It’s okay if we can’t right now. Once your period is over, we’ll make it happen!” A hint of relief flashed across Mia’s face, but there was something else in her expression as she nestled her head against my chest, holding me close. “Yes, in a few days, we’ll start our family. I only want to have children with you! I love you forever!” Though I sensed a flicker of unease in her demeanor, I brushed it off, thinking she was just feeling emotional because of her period. I gently kissed her forehead. “Mia, I love you forever too! Marrying you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” But life had a way of turning the tables. Just last night, Mia had promised to bear my child, professing her eternal love, yet here she was, pregnant with another man’s child, accompanied by her lover for an abortion. The “not convenient” excuse for intimacy wasn’t about her period at all; it was because she was here for a termination. “Ma’am, please have your family sign the surgical consent form. According to your records, you’re married. Is this gentleman your husband?” The department head’s voice cut through the tender moment between Mia and her lover. Mia glanced at the handsome young man, her expression shifting awkwardly, but she nodded. “Yes, yes, he’s my husband!” Those words hit me like a lightning bolt, leaving me momentarily stunned. I turned away, my face pale, and walked out of the operating room, the department head trailing behind me after Mia’s lover signed the paperwork. “Dr. Moore, the surgery is about to begin. Where are you going?” I struggled to suppress the bitterness rising in my throat, my voice trembling. “I’m not feeling well. Please have another doctor take over the surgery.” The department head noticed my distress and didn’t push further, allowing me to leave and rest. As I stumbled out of the hospital and onto the elevated bridge, the cool breeze hit my face, and I could no longer hold back the tears. Mia’s words—”he’s my husband”—echoed in my mind, piercing my heart like a thorn. Twelve years ago, she had proudly announced our relationship to the whole school, clutching my hand. “Listen up, guys! Keep your distance. My boyfriend is Vincent Moore, and he’s the only one for me!” Back then, I was just an average guy with a mediocre family and looks, and aside from decent grades, I had little to offer. Mia, on the other hand, was a star in the dance department. She was tall, stunning, and the center of attention for many boys at school. Someone like her and someone like me? We were worlds apart. Yet fate had a strange way of weaving lives together. One fateful day, I saved her from drowning after she fainted by the water’s edge, and that moment changed everything. After caring for her for a few days, our feelings deepened rapidly, and we naturally fell in love. Our relationship became quite the spectacle at school, sparking whispers and curious glances whenever we walked together. “Mia is so beautiful; how did she end up with a guy like him?” “Seriously, look at him—he’s dressed like he just walked off a street corner. He’s obviously broke.” “Honestly, what could our campus queen possibly see in him? She could do better with just about anyone else!” The mocking stares and malicious comments made me want to shrink into myself. Just when I felt utterly humiliated, Mia firmly took my hand and boldly declared our relationship to the entire school. Mia said she only liked me! She didn’t care about my background or my average looks; she loved me for who I was, promising to be with me for life. Twelve years later, I still can’t forget that night. Mia stood in the moonlight, her expression soft, gazing at me as countless classmates watched in awe. Then she kissed me. “Vincent, you’re my one and only for this lifetime.” That moment was incredibly romantic, and I was deeply moved. That memory was beautiful. But today, she shattered every wonderful recollection she had given me. “Mia… “Why? “Why would you betray our love? “Why break the promises you made? “What on earth could drive you to this?” Standing on the elevated bridge, I shouted like a madman, my voice echoing into the cold night air.

I stumbled home in a daze, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. As I looked around the empty living room, the reality hit me like a ton of bricks. The woman who would always have dinner ready for me, no matter how late I got home, the one who would smile and say, “Honey, you’ve worked so hard,” was nowhere to be found. What was once a warm and cozy home now felt cold and desolate. The chill seeped into my bones, filling me with a sense of revulsion and despair. I stepped into our bedroom and lay down on the bed we shared, staring at the wedding photo on the nightstand. In it, we wore bright smiles, radiating happiness. But then my mind flashed back to the scene in the operating room, Mia whispering sweet nothings to her lover, her eyes sparkling with affection. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I mused, “Mia, you promised you would love only me for a lifetime! How could you change so quickly? And now you’re carrying someone else’s child.” Five years of sweet romance, seven years of what I thought was a happy marriage, reduced to a cruel joke. I buried my face in the sheets and sobbed, my tears soaking the fabric. Everything that had happened today felt like a nightmare dragging me into an endless abyss. Maybe if I woke up, I’d find that Mia still loved me. But the sharp pain in my chest was a constant reminder that everything was real. Mia had truly betrayed me. She had betrayed her promises, our marriage. Curled up on the bed, clutching my chest, I felt an anguish that pierced my heart, as if I were being shot through with arrows. I cried until I thought I would run dry. I lost track of how the afternoon passed, but finally, Mia came home. She walked into the bedroom, and when she saw me curled up in bed, her eyes widened in shock. “Vincent, what… what are you doing home? Are you sick?” She rushed over, placing her hand on my forehead, worry etched across her face. “It’s my fault for working late. I had to cover for a student who’s competing soon. I thought you’d be working late too. If you’re feeling unwell, you should’ve called me! I would’ve come right back to take care of you.” I shot her a glance, a smirk of sarcasm appearing on my face. She really didn’t even bother to prepare a lie. If I hadn’t been sent to the women’s hospital this morning, witnessing her lying on the operating table with her lover, I might have actually believed her. I had once trusted her completely. Seeing me unresponsive, Mia gently lay down beside me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Sweetheart, are you upset because I wasn’t here to take care of you? Don’t be sad. In a couple of days, once my period is over, I’ll make it up to you. We can finally have a baby, okay?” The scent of antiseptic still clung to her, a reminder of the operating room. Images of her on that table flooded my mind again, and I thought, “You just terminated your lover’s child, and now you want to get pregnant with mine? Mia, how could you be so disgusting, so cheap?” I suddenly pushed her away, shouting, “Get away from me!” Mia stumbled and fell to the floor, shock written all over her face. After five years of dating and seven years of marriage, I had never once raised my voice at her, let alone pushed her. Yet today, I had not only yelled at her but had callously knocked her down. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked utterly bewildered. “Vincent, what did I do wrong to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?” I thought, “Oh, what did you do wrong? At this point, do you really think you can hide it from me?” The truth about the abortion almost slipped out, but at the last moment, I swallowed the words back down. Taking a deep breath, I replied, my voice weary, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a rough day at the hospital, and I’m not feeling great. “I still have some things to take care of, so you should stay home tonight.” I cast one last look at Mia, her eyes brimming with tears before I got up and left the house. As I stepped out of the apartment complex, I slumped down on a stone bench by the road, tears streaming down my face. I despised my own weakness and impotence. Even now, faced with the undeniable truth, I still lacked the courage to confront Mia. I feared that if I were to reveal everything, everything I held dear would be shattered. I truly loved her and couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

I didn’t go to the hospital. Instead, I wandered aimlessly along the road, feeling utterly alone. The city felt enormous, yet I had no idea where to go. I had stayed in this city for Mia, leaving behind family and friends. I once thought that anywhere with Mia would feel like home. But reality hit me hard; after living here for over a decade, this city suddenly felt foreign and cold. I found a roadside stall and ordered a couple of cases of beer, drinking one after another. I wanted to get drunk. If I could drown my sorrows, I wouldn’t have to feel the pain or think about everything that had happened. Just then, a graceful figure suddenly sat down next to me. I looked up to see a beautiful face staring back at me. It was Rebecca West, my classmate from middle school. She was also my first love, even if it was just a fleeting two-month fling. Years had passed, but I recognized her immediately. “Vincent! Long time no see. What are you doing here drinking alone?” Rebecca smiled softly, but her eyes were filled with concern. “Rebecca…” Seeing my old friend after so many years made my eyes well up, and tears began to flow again. Rebecca was taken aback, quickly pulling out a tissue to help me wipe my tears. “Vincent, please don’t cry. If something’s bothering you, just tell me. I’ll do my best to help.” Her voice was soothing as she comforted me, and then Rebecca poured us both another drink. “Today, I’m here to keep you company.” After a couple more drinks together, I finally began to calm down and share everything that had happened. I recounted how I met Mia, fell in love, got married, and then discovered her betrayal just yesterday. Speaking it all out loud eased some of the pressure I had been feeling inside. After I finished, Rebecca sat in silence for a moment before asking, “So, what are you planning to do? Are you going to divorce her?” I paused, unsure of how to respond. I mused, “Divorce?” To be honest, I didn’t want to. I still loved her. Even after everything—her betrayal and the fact that she was carrying another man’s child—I still loved her. I felt pathetic for it. Seeing my silence, Rebecca seemed to understand my thoughts. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself and smiled. “I get it. If you can’t let her go, maybe you should give her another chance. “You’ve been through so much together—getting to know each other, falling in love, and marrying. It hasn’t been easy. “Don’t act impulsively. Talk it out with her. You don’t want to regret it later.” Her words lingered in my mind as I contemplated my next steps. If I couldn’t let her go, then maybe I should give us both a chance to talk. I decided I would confront Mia and have a serious conversation with her. If Mia could recognize her mistakes, leave everything behind, and return to me wholeheartedly, I wouldn’t mind forgiving her and trying to rekindle the beautiful moments we once shared.   After deciding to confront Mia, I said goodbye to Rebecca and headed home. But the house felt eerily empty; Mia was nowhere to be found. A chill crept into my heart. “It’s nearly midnight—where could she be?” I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, waiting impatiently until it was about to hang up. “Hey, honey?” I asked coldly, “Where are you?” “I… I’m at the dance studio. There’s something I need to take care of. Just wait for me at home; I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Her voice was shaky, filled with a mix of panic and guilt. Before I could respond, another voice chimed in on her end. “Mia, stop chatting and come check out my pose! I’m struggling with it, and I need you to help me!” I recognized that voice immediately—it was the handsome young guy from her dance class. So that was why Mia had been working late every night for the past six months. Mia had told me she was putting in extra hours because one of her students had real potential for a national competition. I had congratulated her at the time, completely unaware that she had been lying through her teeth. Hearing the man’s voice, Mia hesitated before whispering to me, “Honey, the intercity dance competition is coming up soon, and Barry is still practicing late. I really need to be there for him…” In the past, I would have trusted her unconditionally, always willing to support her every endeavor. But this time, I cut her off. “Mia, no matter how busy you are, you need to come home tonight. I have something really important to discuss with you!” My firm tone finally triggered Mia’s outburst. My previous endless patience and indulgence had made her intolerant of my sudden assertiveness. She shouted into the phone, “Enough! Vincent, don’t push me! I’m willing to have a baby with you, and you still want more? We’ve been together for years, and you want me home all the time? Isn’t that a bit much?” I thought, “Too much? So, is that why she’s found a younger, handsome guy to spice things up? All those promises she made about loving me forever—were they just empty words? People really can change.” Despite the pain tearing at my heart, I managed to say softly, “Mia, we’ve been together for so long. I’ve never asked you for anything. This time, I’m begging you—please come home. For the sake of our twelve years together, just come back.” Mia seemed to sense something was off in my voice and fell silent, ready to respond. But just then, that boy appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Suddenly, I heard a muffled gasp from Mia, followed by a series of unmistakable sounds—slapping and crashing. She quickly said, “Vincent, I really have to go. Stop making a scene. I’ll explain everything when I get home.” Her voice was laced with breathlessness, and before I could process what was happening, she hung up. My phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor as I squeezed my eyes shut in agony and despair. That sound was all too familiar. At that moment, Mia was still tangled up with her young lover. How could she? Just hours earlier, she had undergone an abortion. When it was inconvenient for me, she could just throw caution to the wind and indulge with him. All my hope shattered in an instant. Twelve years of love—what a waste. It felt like I had just fed it to the dogs.   After deciding to let go of this heart-wrenching relationship, I suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over me. I opened my laptop and downloaded a divorce agreement, printing it out with a sense of finality. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared intently at the wedding photo of Mia and me. In the picture, we were all smiles, radiating happiness. I could still vividly recall our wedding day—walking down the aisle hand in hand, slipping the diamond ring onto her finger with trembling hands. I had knelt before her, swearing, “I promise to hold your hand and grow old with you, to love you for life, and to never part.” Mia had hugged me tightly, urging me to remember those vows and promising that I could never abandon or betray her—that I must love her forever. And I had kept that promise; even now, my heart belonged solely to her. I hadn’t even touched another woman. But the girl who once boldly declared our love in front of the entire school—who said she would only ever love me—had now turned her back on all those promises. I sat there, wide-eyed, grappling with the reality of Mia’s betrayal. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I received a video from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it, only to be greeted by a shocking scene—my wife, her long dress hiked up, bent over a table, while a faceless man was taking her from behind. The video was accompanied by a message: [See this? The woman who once belonged to you is now being claimed by me. If you know what’s good for you, step aside. From now on, Mia is mine.] The video and the message hit me like a punch to the gut. Yet, surprisingly, I felt an eerie calm settle over me. Maybe my heart had been so thoroughly shattered that it could no longer feel pain. Just then, I heard the front door open. Mia had finally returned. Her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was a mess—clearly, she had rushed home. At the sight of me, a flicker of guilt crossed her face, but it quickly transformed into defiance as she shouted, “Vincent, what’s with you today? I told you I was on my period! “Why are you throwing a tantrum? “We’ve been married for seven years—can’t you just chill for once? “I’ve had a long day, and I come home to find you sulking. I’m getting fed up with this!” Listening to her barrage of complaints, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, you’ve had enough of me, so you’re off to find a new guy to keep things exciting. Sneaking around with your lover at the dance studio while chatting with your husband—doesn’t that just feel exhilarating?” As soon as the words left my mouth, Mia froze, her expression shifting from anger to confusion. “What… what are you talking about? “Who’s cheating? “Vincent, after all these years, how could you say that? Have you lost your mind?” Mia was furious, pointing her finger at me and cursing. I simply watched her, waiting for her to finish her tirade. Then, calmly, I raised my phone and turned the screen toward her, hitting play on the video. Mia’s unmistakable cries echoed from the speaker, and her eyes widened in horror. “You… how do you have that video? “This… this isn’t real! That woman isn’t me, I swear! “Honey, you have to trust me! “I love you too much to betray you!” I couldn’t believe it. The evidence was right in front of her, yet she still had the nerve to deny it. I fixed my gaze on Mia’s pale, panicked face and said coldly, “This morning, the hospital sent me to assist with a procedure. “I saw you on the operating table for your abortion, with your lover right there beside you. “Do you want me to recount your conversations and everything else? “You say you love me—this is how you show it?” My voice rose in anger as I slammed the divorce agreement onto her face. Mia’s expression went blank, and she crumpled to the floor.

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On the day I graduated from college, I bought a scratch-off lottery ticket on a whim and unexpectedly won a 20-million-dollar prize. My mom, Darla Moran, warned me to keep the money hidden, but she quickly told my brother, Wilbur Moran, about it. Wilbur, along with my dad, Fletcher Moran, locked me in the basement, demanding I hand over all the winnings. My mom pretended to be innocent, claiming she had remarried my dad and that the money should be shared with the family. They let me starve to death, cruelly dismembered my body, and flushed it down the toilet. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my mom holding my lottery ticket, comparing it to the winning numbers. Seeing her greedy expression, I couldn’t help but smile coldly.     “Buying lottery tickets is a waste of money! You could have bought Wilbur two pounds of chicken wings with that! What a waste!” My mom nagged, and her words made my head buzz. Before I could even react, the lottery store owner placed the scratch-off in my hand, letting me choose. I stared at that familiar ticket, not hesitating for a moment before ripping it open. My mom continued to complain beside me. “Twenty bucks for a card! It is too expensive. We can barely pay the rent, and you waste money like this!” I ran my fingers over the scratch-off, my heart racing. I knew this was 20 million dollars! In this life, I had finally grabbed fate by the reins again. I came from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was young. I lived with my mom, while my brother Wilbur lived with my dad. My mom’s health wasn’t good, and she had no income, so she relied on me to work part-time and pay for household expenses and my tuition. However, instead of thanking me, she felt indebted to Wilbur. She would often take the money I gave her and secretly pass it on to Wilbur. In my previous life, when I won the lottery, I immediately shared the good news with my mom. She warned me never to tell anyone about my win because it was unsafe. I thought she was protecting me, so I promised, reminding her not to slip and mention it to Wilbur lest my gambling-addicted father get wind of it. But after Wilbur took the SATs and asked my mom for money, she “accidentally” betrayed me. “Alisha won 20 million dollars in the lottery. That’s enough to buy you a fancy car for a joyride.” When Wilbur asked me about that, I refused to admit it, but my mom came into my room and pulled out the proof of the winning ticket. Wilbur quickly told my dad and my dad stormed into my house with Wilbur in tow, demanding I pay for his retirement and for Wilbur’s support. I refused, and they started beating and insulting me. My mom stood by, watching, not intervening. She even pretended to be generous, advising me, “They’re your father and brother. You should help them out. It’s only right.” My heart shattered. When I was in middle school, my dad had gambled away money and used my mom and me as collateral to settle his debts. The casino almost sold us into a brothel. It was because I fought tooth and nail to protect my mom that she wasn’t hurt. This was also why my grandpa forced my mom to divorce him. Yet now, my mom was willing to watch me get beaten for the sake of her ex-husband and son. I ran away, determined to escape this parasitic family. But my dad and Wilbur took to livestreaming, publicly accusing me of stealing money and fleeing the country. My mom, using her identity as the long-suffering single mother who raised me, appeared on camera to confirm that I was an ungrateful daughter. The online abuse flooded in, drowning me. They even tricked me back, claiming my mom was critically ill. They captured me, locking me in a dark basement and demanding my account passwords. Once they had the money, my mom feared my dad and Wilbur’s actions might be exposed, so she suggested locking me up. They let me starve to death, dismembered my body, and flushed it down the toilet to cover their tracks. Only at the moment of my death did I realize that my mom had intentionally betrayed me to Wilbur. She always wanted to reunite with my dad and Wilbur, and I had merely been a tool for her to use. It was a bitter truth, one I only understood when it was too late. After I died, my spirit followed my mom. I watched as she remarried my dad, using my money to buy Wilbur luxury cars and mansions. When relatives asked about my whereabouts, my mom claimed I had abandoned her and run off overseas to live a carefree life. My life was buried in their hands. But my ghost couldn’t rest, haunting them relentlessly. Then, one day, a mysterious white light sucked me in. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I won the scratch-off. In this life, I wouldn’t be the obedient daughter anymore. With 20 million dollars in hand, I was going to change my fate completely!

Although my heart was racing, I knew now wasn’t the time to let my guard down. I took a deep breath, calming myself. While my mom was distracted with her phone, I hid the original scratch-off ticket in my bag, then grabbed another one, slipping the store clerk money for it. I kept my head down as I scratched off the numbers, pretending to compare them to the winning ones. My mom leaned over, asking, “Did you win?” Seeing her calculating expression, I remained calm. “No, it’s such a rare chance to win, I never expected it to be me.” She looked at me suspiciously as if trying to find a flaw in my face. “Then why did you look at it for so long? Let me see.” My mom snatched the scratch-off from my hands. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, taking the ticket from me and checking the numbers. At that time, when she confirmed I had won the big prize, she hugged and kissed me happily. “Good thing I listened to you and bought this ticket. Our family is finally rich!” But this time, even though she was my mother, I wouldn’t trust her blindly anymore. My mom carefully compared the numbers, confirming I hadn’t won. She angrily threw the ticket in the trash. “I told you not to waste that twenty. Now look, it’s just a worthless piece of paper.” She couldn’t stop complaining, dragging me out of the store. I ignored her, following quietly behind her as we went home. Once we were back, my mom put on a long face and started crying about our financial struggles. She sobbed, saying that the landlord had suddenly raised the rent and we had to pay up in two days, or we’d have to move out. She even asked me for the money I had saved from my part-time job to cover the rent. Azuria City was a big city, and rent wasn’t cheap. The money I made from working part-time barely covered anything. I had to support both myself and my mom, and it was never enough. In my previous life, my mom had even pressured me to borrow money online to pay the rent. Luckily, I had won the lottery, or she would’ve insisted on that. Back then, I had suggested buying a house for us to live in, but my mom said buying a house was a big decision, and in the end, she chose to rent a pricey apartment in the city center. That place was very close to where my dad and Wilbur lived. I suspected that was when my mom started to feel affection for my dad again, forgetting all about the sacrifices I had made for her. Now, facing the same problem with rent, I decided I wouldn’t give her any more money. “Mom, the rent’s too high in the city. I really can’t afford it. Didn’t Grandpa leave you that house in the countryside before he passed? You can move back there. After all, you don’t need to work.” My mom seemed to sense something off. She stared at me, her voice taking on a deeper tone. “Alisha, are you hiding something from me?” My heart skipped a beat.

My mom stared at me suspiciously and asked, “Did you win the lottery and want to keep it all to yourself without telling me?” I quickly regained my composure, deliberately emptied my wallet from the drawer, and showed it to her. “You know exactly how much money I have, don’t you? It’s all right here. If you don’t believe me, I’ll give you twenty bucks. Go buy a lottery ticket and try your luck. If you win, we can both enjoy the prize.” My mom laughed awkwardly and put the money back into my wallet, her tone softening. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, it’s just that I feel that is strange. Why suddenly don’t you want to live with me? Are you starting to dislike me?” I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. I understood what she was worried about. She was worried that if I really won, she wouldn’t get her share. She had spent years molding me into someone she could rely on, someone she could always take from. She would never let me go easily. Taking a deep breath, I gently suggested, “Mom, it’s not that I dislike you. I’m just thinking about our financial situation. I heard Dad bought a small apartment for Wilbur, and it’s empty. If things get tough, maybe you could try talking to him.” The moment I mentioned Wilbur’s apartment, her face immediately darkened. She shut me down harshly. “That apartment is your dad’s gift to Wilbur. Don’t even think about it. As for the rent, you need to figure it out fast, or we’ll be homeless.” With that, she turned on her heels and went out to play with her friends. As always, he pushed the problem onto me. I didn’t care. I just called Wilbur. “Wilbur, before Grandpa passed, he left Mom an inheritance. If you behave well, she plans to leave it all to you. I won’t fight you for it. Don’t ask Mom about it. You should use your actions to win her over.” Before he could ask more, I hung up the phone. With my mom off having fun with her friends, I quickly disguised myself and made sure no one would recognize me before heading to the lottery office to claim my prize. This time, I was extra careful. I split the winnings into three parts and deposited them in different banks. To finally escape the nightmare of my original family, I started preparing my study-abroad documents. But the next day, my mom noticed something was off.   “Alisha, why haven’t you gone to work these past couple of days?” My mom asked me. I pointed to the computer screen. “I picked up a few freelance jobs online, and I’m planning to continue preparing for grad school.” “Grad school?” My mom’s reaction was explosive. “Look at our situation, and you still want to go to grad school? The money you’re earning won’t even cover your tuition! I’m relying on you in the future!” I fell silent, staring at her without responding. She seemed to realize she’d overreacted and tried to soften her tone. “Alisha, it’s not that I don’t want you to study. It’s just that I’ve never been able to earn enough money. You see, Wilbur just finished his SATs. His college expenses and future wedding costs can’t all come from your dad. You’ll have to chip in too, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wilbur isn’t my son. I’m not obligated to save money for him. Besides, I’m grown now. I have the right to decide my own future.” My mom choked on her words, a flash of anger and disgust passing through her eyes. But in the next moment, she started wiping away fake tears, acting pitiful. “Alisha, are you just trying to hurt my feelings? Wilbur has never had a mother’s love. How poor is he? Today, he even told me he wants to invite us to stay in his apartment…” I smirked. “Well, isn’t that great? You can move in with him and finally reunite with your son. Maybe you can even remarry Dad. Didn’t you say the other day that he’s changed?” In my past life, my mom had teamed up with my dad and Wilbur to betray me. For years, she had relied on me working to keep us afloat, but after I won the lottery, she pushed me into hell. This time, I would make them feel the same suffering I once did. I showed my mom a picture from my phone. “Mom, I saw Dad getting close to a woman from the same neighborhood recently. He even bought her a designer bag. If you don’t act fast, Wilbur might start calling someone else ‘Mom’…” My mom froze, her face turning pale as she took in the picture. Then she erupted in fury. “That bag costs twenty or thirty thousand dollars! How dare your dad spend that much money on another woman! Wilbur will need money in the future!” I was pleased to see her bite, ready to fuel her anger even more. But then she suddenly changed the topic. Her eyes narrowed, and she stared at me intently. “Alisha, tell me the truth. Are you planning to go abroad?” My heart skipped a beat. I tried to cover it up by typing on the keyboard. “Mom, I wish I could, but do I even have the money for it?” But my mom suddenly grabbed my hand, her voice laden with meaning. “Alisha, do you know what news I came across today? Just yesterday, someone from your school’s neighborhood won twenty million dollars at that lottery store! “Who do you think it was?” My heart sank, and I tried to stay calm. “There are so many people who buy lottery tickets. How would I know? Besides, didn’t you check it already?” She smiled faintly, her eyes glinting with suspicion. “I already went to the lottery store. Guess what the owner said?” Her gaze felt like a snake’s, coiling tighter with each passing second. My heart raced. “Could it be… she already knows?” I thought.

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I was running low on money lately, so I took a job online as a painting model. To my surprise, the artist who posted the ad turned out to be my daughter’s boyfriend. He seemed gentle, but he actually had designs on me.   Recently, I suffered significant losses in the stock market. I didn’t want my family to find out, so I secretly found a job as a painting model to try and recover some of that money. I got married young; I was only 39, and my daughter Adalyn was already a freshman. Thanks to years of skincare and fitness, I look younger than my actual age. I often caught the attention of young guys when I was out, and even Adalyn had joked about being jealous. I was secretly thrilled to be chosen as a model at my age. But when I realized that my daughter’s boyfriend would be staring at my body, I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How awkward! I turned to leave when Jeremiah stopped me, saying, “You must be the new model. Come on in.” Jeremiah, who was two years older than Adalyn, was her senior in college. He was young and fit, wearing glasses that gave him a gentle look. He looked at me calmly, and it seemed that he didn’t recognize me. I had only seen his photo on Adalyn’s phone, so it made sense that he didn’t know who I was. Reminding myself of the good pay for being a model, I decided to go inside. “Close the door,” Jeremiah said and then took a seat, his gaze scanning me from head to toe as if he could see right through me. A mix of strange feelings washed over me—part shame and part enjoyment. Being alone with my daughter’s boyfriend stirred feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time. I quickly quashed those thoughts, reminding myself that it was probably just because my husband hadn’t been intimate with me in a while, leading me to have these shameless urges. Jeremiah, not noticing my inner turmoil, fiddled with his paint and instructed, “Take off all your clothes.” I froze in disbelief. “Why—why do I have to be naked?” I stammered. Heat rushed to my face, and I felt a wave of tension and fear. I hesitated, rooted to the spot. Although I wanted to earn this money, undressing completely in front of my daughter’s boyfriend felt impossible. Jeremiah seemed irritated by my hesitation. “The theme of my project is body painting, and the model needs to be nude for it. That’s why the pay is so good.” Body painting? I suddenly felt the urge to retreat. The thought of undressing in front of my daughter’s boyfriend and letting him draw on me was overwhelming. I even wondered if he was planning to take advantage of me. Noticing my hesitation, Jeremiah reassured me, “This is art. If you’re really shy, there’s some white gauze on the table you can use to cover yourself.” I glanced at the table and saw a piece of gauze about the size of a bath towel. I felt relieved. If he really had any ulterior motives, he likely wouldn’t have provided that. Still, the mere idea of my body being exposed to my daughter’s boyfriend made me feel embarrassed, and my face burned. But I really needed the money. I had to tell myself that Jeremiah seemed a good guy. So, mustering my courage, I walked over, wrapped the gauze around myself, and slowly began to undress until I was completely nude, using the gauze to cover my private areas. As my skin was exposed to the air, I felt uncomfortable and nervous. It was all too embarrassing. Yet, Jeremiah didn’t seem to care about my discomfort; he was focused on me. I felt utterly mortified, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.

My daughter’s boyfriend was staring at me. Even though my private part was wrapped in a layer of white gauze, I could still feel the intensity of his gaze. A mix of tension and excitement ran through me as I instinctively pulled the gauze tighter around myself. “You’re too tense. Just try to relax,” Jeremiah said, moving his stool closer and sitting beside me. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. Suddenly, he grabbed my breast. Scared, I couldn’t help shivering, letting out a scream. “Relax and take a deep breath,” Jeremiah said. His eyes were full of seriousness. His rough, warm hand began to slide down the white gauze, leaving me feeling completely exposed beneath his gaze. “Jeremiah…” The overwhelming sense of shame made me want to refuse. Jeremiah seemed to pick up on my feelings and said casually, “I need to know the size and shape of your breasts to accurately depict the painting on your body. “I made the right choice. Your breasts are full and beautiful, perfect for body painting.” My daughter’s boyfriend was commenting on me. I felt incredibly shy, my face blushing furiously. “Here we go,” Jeremiah said as he picked up the brush, its bristles coated in navy blue paint, and began to apply it to my chest. The moment the brush made contact with my skin, I couldn’t help but shiver, my body tensing up involuntarily. I leaned back, starting to leak fluids. Oh my goodness! A deep sense of shame enveloped me. While I was enjoying the tingling sensation from the brush tip, my mind wandered. Was I really this easy? How could I allow my daughter’s boyfriend to do this to me? Biting my lip, I couldn’t help looking at Jeremiah. He had his head down, his expression serious, completely focused on painting on my chest. In his eyes, I felt like nothing more than a canvas for his art. Yet, at that sacred moment, I was undeniably aroused. Navy blue lines traced the contours of my chest, and each stroke sent shivers through me. Though I felt shy, there was a strange comfort in it—something I had never experienced during moments of masturbation. I couldn’t help but berate myself. What would Jeremiah think if he sensed my physical response? Would he see me as a woman of loose morals? “Absolutely beautiful,” he suddenly exclaimed, his gaze growing more intense. One hand continued to draw while the other rested on my breast. Heat surged through my body, and a bold thought crossed my mind. Would he feel the same way and take things further?

The thought even shocked me. How could I entertain such a shameful idea? He was my daughter’s boyfriend, after all. Yet, when I remembered Adalyn mentioning that Jeremiah was strong, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation. Suddenly, Jeremiah slapped me and said, “Don’t move.” I froze in an instant. He had actually hit me in a very private area. A slight pain was quickly overshadowed by an unexpected wave of pleasure. A strange thrill coursed through me, prompting me to clamp my legs instinctively. I knew I should feel ashamed, yet there was an undeniable sense of comfort. I even wished he would slap harder. Lost in thought, I suddenly became aware that Jeremiah was gently pressing down on my lower abdomen. The area, concealed beneath the white fabric and unseen by any man other than my husband, was now leaking fluids to my daughter’s boyfriend. How could this be happening? I was in an absolute panic. How could I have such an inappropriate reaction in front of my daughter’s boyfriend? This was completely out of line. Shame made me want to run away, but I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Or maybe I just didn’t want to admit that, on some level, I actually liked it. “The gauze is getting in the way,” Jeremiah muttered. As he said this, his warm breath brushed against my abdomen, causing my body to tremble. He seemed completely unfazed. He pulled away the white gauze, and at that moment, I noticed fluids where the gauze had touched my leg. The air was thick with the scent of my own fluids, and somehow, the gauze had become soaked. At this moment, I felt utterly embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. It’s a natural response of the human body,” Jeremiah said, offering me a reassuring smile. His tone was devoid of mockery, carrying a hint of encouragement instead. Yet, his words only deepened my shame. “It’s time to start drawing down below,” Jeremiah continued. He dipped his brush into the paint again, his gaze shifting to a part of me that had only ever been seen by my husband. It glistened in the sunlight, moist and shimmering. Though Jeremiah was merely painting, I could clearly sense that his breathing had grown heavier. I was so nervous that my body trembled. The thought that he might have watched my daughter like this only heightened my wetness. Painting on my private part brought me more excitement than painting on my chest did. The cold, damp brush tip sent waves of heat through my body, intensifying my desperation. “Don’t cover up. It’s beautiful here, and it’s perfect for painting,” Jeremiah said, his voice slightly shaky. Suddenly, he separated my tightly closed legs, leaving me completely exposed in front of him. The brush tip moved back and forth across my sensitive area, creating a dense tingling sensation that drove me wild, and soon the fluids began to soak the table. Jeremiah’s movements grew increasingly bolder, his fingers exploring the area as each touch produced a lewd sound. I realized that he had stopped painting. With a vague idea of what he was about to do, I wanted to resist, but my body betrayed me. I even arched my back slightly, making it easier for him to delve deeper. Realizing this, I tightened my grip, stealing a glance at Jeremiah. Jeremiah’s chiseled profile was flushed, and his eyes were filled with desire as they lingered on my vagina. I felt hot all over. I knew I had to put a stop to this. He was my daughter’s boyfriend, and she would bring him home at any time. But now, I was completely caught up in it and couldn’t refuse. I was eager to spread my legs and welcome him enthusiastically. Suddenly, Jeremiah set the brush down and leaned his body against mine. In an instant, I felt his member pressing against my legs. Panting, he said in a low, husky voice, “Mrs. Murphy, you’re even more beautiful than your daughter. I just can’t help myself.”

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After giving birth, I went to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I never expected the doctor responsible for my breast care to be my sister’s husband! And his way of care felt… a bit off.   I was a campus beauty during my university days, known for my good looks and great figure. After marrying my husband, Jason Terry, I worried about losing my shape, so I was reluctant to have kids. But when I accidentally got pregnant, I hesitated for a long time and finally decided to keep the baby. Not long after giving birth, driven by my desire to regain my figure, I hurried to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I signed up for numerous programs, including breast care, hoping to restore my pre-pregnancy condition as quickly as possible. What I never dreamed of was that the person in charge of this program turned out to be my sister’s husband, Colin Firth! I couldn’t fathom why a man would be assigned to such a project. When I asked the nurse, she explained that the hospital had gone to great lengths to hire this specialist, and getting an appointment with him was a coveted opportunity many competed for. Before I could think it through, the impatient nurse pushed me into the consultation room. I had seen pictures of Colin before—fair-skinned and handsome, bearing a slight resemblance to my first boyfriend. “Lie down.” Colin’s voice was very gentle. I touched the edge of my mask nervously, guessing he hadn’t recognized me. Gathering my courage, I lay down flat. The mere thought of his hands moving over my breasts made me flush with embarrassment. Still, the allure of being treated by a “specialist” ultimately outweighed my discomfort with his identity. “Take off your bra and lift your shirt,” he instructed, his gaze meeting mine. Our eyes locked, and my heart started racing. “C-can I not take it off?” I was still very nervous, and I stuttered when I spoke. “If you don’t, how can I provide care?” His response made me feel like I was overreacting. “Should I call someone else then?” “N-no, that’s not necessary!” Though I agreed, my hands clung tightly to my shirt. My sister, Erin Andrews, had married Colin just three days after meeting him. My parents and I had only ever seen his photos. I worried that if we formally met later on and he recognized me, it would be beyond awkward for both of us. But remembering what the nurse said, I reluctantly followed his instructions. As he approached and stood beside me, regret washed over me. But it was too late. “Let’s begin,” he said. His hands, fair and slender, pressed against the edge of my breast with a soft, comforting touch. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out my spiraling thoughts. His hands moved across both breasts—pushing, kneading, and pressing. I could even hear faint popping sounds. That happened when he gripped firmly, slid to the top, and suddenly released.

After I got pregnant, Jason didn’t have sex with me. He was afraid of hurting the baby. Even after I gave birth, Jason had been away on business trips for a long time, and we still hadn’t been intimate. My breasts were my most sensitive area, and now, being handled so freely by a man other than my husband, my long-neglected body couldn’t help but respond. I felt my face flush with shame, burning hot. To ease my tension, Colin started chatting with me softly. “Coming for breast care now is perfect timing! If you wait another two months, they’ll sag badly. Your shape is ideal. It would be such a shame to ruin it.” I gripped the bedsheet tightly, biting my lip without replying. “Relax, completely let go! That’ll make the treatment more effective.” A cool sensation spread from his palms. He must have used some essential oil or something similar. “Imagine yourself lying on a sunlit beach, enjoying a perfect sunbath…” That part of me was being kneaded, squeezed, and pressed in circles. The feeling was utterly mortifying. Yet, at the same time, it felt unbelievably good! I started to imagine that the man with the alluring masculine scent in front of me was my husband, and to my horror, I let out a soft hum. I thought, “Oh no! What am I even thinking? Does Colin notice I’m having improper thoughts?” He seemed accustomed to such situations and smiled reassuringly, “It’s alright, this is a normal reaction. Trust in my professionalism!” For some reason, Jason’s face appeared in my mind. I wondered, “What if he finds out the person doing my breast care is Colin? How would he react? And my sister, what will she think?” From childhood, she had always been more outstanding than me, surpassing me in everything. If she knew her husband was doing this to me, would she faint from rage? Strangely, I suddenly found the situation exhilarating. A sense of taboo, almost like an affair, surged through my brain. I sneaked a glance at Colin through narrowed eyes. Even after giving birth, my figure was still as good as ever. I couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction was. Up close, I realized he resembled my first love even more, especially with his focused, captivating gaze. When his hand lifted slightly, it brushed unintentionally against the inside of my thigh. That tiny contact instantly ignited a deeply suppressed fire within me. My entire body felt like it was heating up uncontrollably, so much that I trembled slightly.

I was startled by my own reaction. I thought, “What’s happening? How desperate must I be to react like this? And it’s not like Colin is trying to seduce me. He just accidentally touched me.” The shame that had barely subsided came rushing back, and I shut my eyes tightly again. “It’s alright, don’t be nervous!” He seemed to read my thoughts, his gentle voice tinged with a slight smile. Jason burdened with work stress lately, hadn’t spoken to me so tenderly in a long time. “If only Jason could be as gentle as Colin,” I thought. For some reason, I found myself hoping Colin’s hand would move downward, across my belly, and keep going… “I must be losing my mind! “How could I have such crazy thoughts? “He’s my sister’s husband!” I scolded myself. But the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger the thought grew, like wild grass after the rain. I imagined Colin kissing me, caressing my entire body, holding me tightly in his arms, giving me more passion and warmth. The desire overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out another soft hum, my body twisting slightly like a little snake. Amid my chaotic thoughts, I heard a strange sound. What was it? It sounded like… a zipper being pulled down! “Is it my imagination? Why does it seem so real?” I asked myself inwardly. No, it wasn’t a hallucination. The warm touch of fingers grazing the edge of my waistband was unmistakable. It was deliberate, provocative, teasing… I froze, my scalp tingling as I abruptly opened my eyes. “You’re very tense here, right at your abdomen! Relax, don’t be so uptight!” He explained seriously, his eyes devoid of any inappropriate expression. I felt my face burn as if it were on fire. So it was all in my head. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I had secretly hoped he would do something improper, but he hadn’t. A deeper wave of shame washed over me, threatening to drown me completely. I asked myself, “How could I think like this? If Jason and Erin found out I had such thoughts about Colin, what would they think of me? “I’m terrible!” I tried to regain my composure, but Colin’s movements became even gentler and quicker, his rhythm more deliberate. I could even hear his faint, steady breathing. “He must be tired. Yes, that must be it! He’s so professional, and there’s no way he’d have improper thoughts about me,” I thought. Then, I felt a cool sensation below, and something had flowed out of me. Afraid he’d notice, I clenched the waistband of my pants, only for his hand to gently brush mine aside. His hand moved lower along my abdomen, inching downward… My heart pounded wildly as if ready to leap out of my throat. Just a little further down, he’d touch that place.   “Turn over. I’ll do the hip care next.” I froze, my voice trembling as I asked, “You’re doing the hip care too?” “Yes.” I don’t know if I imagined it, but his voice seemed to lose its earlier calmness. It even quivered a bit. Especially when I turned over and lay face down, I distinctly heard him suck in a sharp breath. Jason had always said I had a perfect peach-shaped bottom, the kind no man could resist. Colin started working, his hands moving in soft strokes, massaging with a rhythm that alternated between fast and slow. An unbearable itch crept over me, and I unconsciously arched my hips upward. The cool breeze from the air conditioner brushed against me, an oddly refreshing sensation. What a humiliating posture this was! It was as if my body was silently inviting him. My mind was a jumbled mess, yet deep down, a tiny spark of anticipation lingered. His hands didn’t stop. If anything, his movements slowed down even more, dragging the moment out until I started to grow restless. I was terrified he’d suddenly stop. “Don’t…” The word slipped out before I could stop myself, shocking even me. “Don’t what?” Colin’s voice was laced with confusion. That only made me feel more ashamed. Here Colin was, performing postpartum recovery care on me, and yet my thoughts had strayed so far. Worse, I was even enjoying it. I scolded myself silently, convinced I was being utterly unreasonable. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me and began to lower my body back down. But before I could, Colin suddenly gripped my waist from behind, his warm fingers pressing lightly into my skin. “What does he mean by that?” I wondered. Before I could figure it out, my body betrayed me again, more liquid shamefully pooling below. What should I do? I was losing my mind! Right in front of Colin… One of his hands freed itself and, trembling slightly, slipped between my legs. His fingers moved with a gentle touch, stroking, teasing, as if testing my resolve. Then, suddenly, his fingertip brushed against the moisture and began to probe gently inside. My mind went completely blank. “Is this… part of the hip care process? No, it can’t be!” I thought. Yet I made no move to resist. I knew I had truly gone mad. But my body was too lonely, too starved. With him behind me, out of my line of sight, I could almost fool myself into believing he was just a stranger. Not someone who looked like the man I had once loved. Certainly not Colin. I told myself, “If he doesn’t say anything and I don’t say anything, who would ever know? “Just this once.” The wild, forbidden thrill sent a rush through me, making every nerve in my body come alive. Suddenly, Colin flipped me over, his breathing heavy, his eyes glinting with an unfamiliar intensity. “Beth, can’t hold back anymore, can you?” I was panicking. Beth was my nickname, used only by my parents and Erin. Colin had recognized me! Panic surged through me, and I wanted to pull away. But Colin had already undone his belt. His ragged breathing filled the air as he pushed into me…

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Three years ago, my husband, Liam West, died because of me. I was ruined, stripped of my medical license. His dream girl, Bianca Hayes, took over my position and basked in the admiration of others. Three years later, I ran into my supposedly dead husband at the hospital. I trembled as I called out his name, but he only looked at me with confusion. “Who are you?” he asked. ***** When Liam, the husband I thought had died three years ago, appeared before me, I was on my knees polishing someone’s shoes. He was holding Bianca close as they came for her prenatal checkup. At first, I didn’t dare believe it was him. I hid behind a pillar, watching him for what felt like an eternity. But I couldn’t stop myself—I ran toward him, grabbed his hand, and asked over and over if he was Liam. Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable, as if a floodgate had been opened. But the man in front of me remained cold and distant, staring at me like I was a stranger. He pushed me away and wrapped his arm protectively around Bianca. “Who are you?” he said coldly. Bianca shot me a disdainful glance and then smirked. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten—your husband’s dead, remember? What are you doing grabbing my husband? Have you no shame?” I stumbled backward, shoved aside like trash. “What are you doing here? Get back to mopping!” The cleaning supervisor kicked me to the ground, and I rolled helplessly to a stop right at Liam’s feet. He looked me over with disdain, his gaze sweeping from my hunched figure to my gnarled hands and wrinkled face. Then he smirked, full of mockery. Bianca emerged with her test results, clicking her tongue in disgust as she stomped right across my hand. Pain shot through me, sharp and searing. I cried out, “Liam!” But he didn’t even look back. He opened the car door and drove off without a second thought. The head nurse, who had never liked me, walked over with a sneer. She grabbed my ear between her fingers and twisted cruelly. “What’s the matter? Still think you’re some kind of top-notch heart surgeon, Dr. Lena Foster? Get it through your head—you’re just a janitor now. And if you keep slacking off, you can kiss even this job goodbye.” Her spit sprayed across my face as she berated me. A few onlookers who didn’t know the whole story tried to speak up for me, asking the nurse to go easier on me. But she only laughed scornfully. She eagerly began recounting my past. “Don’t you know about the infamous ‘Doctor Murderer’? That’s her! She used her own husband as a test subject for an experimental surgery and ended up killing him on the operating table. A cold-blooded monster—she deserves everything she’s going through now!” Suddenly, the scandal that had haunted me three years ago resurfaced in vivid detail. The crowd’s accusing eyes bore into me, and I fled in panic, running until I reached my tiny rented room. Inside, I tended to my injured hand, tears streaming down as I stared at my deformed fingers. Once, these hands had saved countless lives. But one failed surgery had cost me my husband, my career, and my dignity. Now, whenever it rained or the cold wind blew, my hands ached unbearably, as if the chill had settled in my joints. After the failed surgery, social media went into a frenzy, stirring up outrage that led to an attack by Liam’s extremist netizens. His parents were there, but they didn’t stop them. They just stood by, watching as I was beaten. They screamed at me, calling me a murderer, blaming me for their son’s death. That day, my hands were permanently ruined. But the truth? Liam had developed sepsis after surgery because his parents insisted on transferring him to another hospital against medical advice. Yet they told the media it was my fault—that I was trying to shift the blame. Their grief was so convincing, their lies so well-spun, that the media turned me into public enemy number one. I lost my job, my license, and any shred of respect I’d ever had in the field. Once the best in my profession, I was now treated like a pariah. Even companies that weren’t connected to medicine refused to hire me, terrified of the media backlash. Still, I couldn’t let go of the doubts I had about that surgery. That was when Bianca recommended this janitorial job to me. I knew she wasn’t being kind. She just wanted to see me humiliated. But I accepted the job anyway—because I needed answers about what really happened that day. For three years, I never blamed Liam’s parents. Guilt over his death kept me silent, even as I worked multiple jobs to support them financially. And yet, here he was—alive. Married to Bianca, the woman he’d always longed for. Had the surgery accident been an elaborate setup all along? The thought terrified me, but I couldn’t stop my mind from spiraling with questions.

The next morning, out of habit, I got up early to make breakfast for Liam’s bedridden father. When I opened the door, the stench inside was overwhelming. The once-arrogant old man had long since lost his former vigor. Yet even now, he pointed at me, muttering hoarsely through his half-paralyzed mouth, “Bitch! Bitch!” I set the food down in front of him and began to feed him. But for every bite I gave him, he spat it right back out. Usually, I’d patiently wipe his mouth and keep trying until the meal was done. But today, as images of Liam and Bianca flashed through my mind—their jewelry, their laughter—I snapped. I thought of the millions of dollars I’d paid in damages after that surgery. Money I’d scraped together from my life savings and borrowed from my parents. Money that had left my family bankrupt, my parents dead from the shame of it all. Furious, I shoved the hot porridge into his mouth. “Don’t like it? Tough!” I shouted. He coughed violently, spitting the porridge all over me. It was sticky, disgusting. I stormed off to the tiny bathroom to change and wash up. While I was in the middle of changing, I heard voices outside. For a moment, I froze, thinking it might be a burglar. I pressed my ear to the door and listened carefully. “Liam!” It was his mother, her voice choked with tears. My entire body tensed. Liam was here? So they knew he wasn’t dead. Rage bubbled up inside me as I listened. “Mom, I told you not to come looking for me. What if Lena finds out?” Liam’s voice was cold, impatient. “I just thought that now you’re back from overseas, it wouldn’t matter anymore. And besides, Lena’s just a janitor now!” Her voice broke as she began to cry, telling him how hard things had been for them because of my neglect. Liam snapped, “Lena Foster, that bitch! How could she abandon you two like this? You’re her in-laws! And after everything, she nearly killed me with that surgery. How could she just leave you?” “She’s nothing compared to Bianca,” his mother wailed. “If Bianca hadn’t come up with the idea for you to fake your death, swindle Lena out of money, and go abroad for further studies, we’d still be dirt poor!” I cracked the door open just enough to see Liam clap a hand over his mother’s mouth. “Don’t ever bring that up again,” he hissed. “As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m dead. Don’t let Lena find out. I saw her at the hospital the other day. She called out to me, but I pretended not to recognize her. You’d better not blow my cover!” His mother nodded obediently. Liam glanced around, pinching his nose at the smell of the house, and then shot a disgusted look at his drooling, incapacitated father. “I’m leaving,” he said curtly. “Bianca’s in her third trimester. She needs me.” With that, he hurried out the door. His mother trailed after him, calling out for him to stay a little longer. When I finally stepped out, his father was still flailing his arms, pointing at me. It didn’t matter what he was saying. I already knew he was cursing me. That was all he ever did. I glanced at the security camera I’d installed to monitor him, just in case he ever fell. Now, it would serve a different purpose. I retrieved the footage chip and packed up all my belongings from the house, including the money I’d been leaving for Liam’s mother. As I moved to leave, his father flailed more violently, his eyes wide with rage. “Farewell,” I said bitterly. “I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”

After leaving, I began scouring the internet for any trace of Liam. I quickly realized how cautious he’d been. If I hadn’t known him for over a decade—if I hadn’t spent five years sharing a bed with him—I might not have recognized him at all. He still used the same name, but his aura was completely different. The delivery boy-turned-vlogger I used to know was long gone. Now, he was the vice president of a multinational company under Bianca’s mother’s empire. As I looked closer, I noticed subtle changes in his features—his nose and eyes had undergone minor cosmetic surgery. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough to make him seem like an entirely new person. To make matters worse, he and Bianca had done an exclusive interview, painting him as a doting, devoted husband. Their so-called love story had gone viral, with countless videos romanticizing their relationship and his personal account gaining millions of followers. All of it was built on my suffering. Years ago, Liam’s parents forced me to sell my house and use the proceeds to “compensate” them. At the time, I’d wondered why they still seemed so destitute despite the massive payout. I assumed they were simply hoarding the money. Now I realized it must’ve all gone to Liam. After all, marrying into Bianca’s wealthy family required more than just love—it demanded resources. Fully aware of how much they’d exploited me, I decided to dig deeper. Using Liam’s old identification details, I investigated the crematorium records. Sure enough, no man by his name had been cremated three years ago. I also unearthed footage from interviews his parents gave at the time, where they swore they’d personally escorted his body to the crematorium. Watching it now, I couldn’t help but marvel at their malice. The husband who had shared my life for years had been scheming to destroy me all along. My hands shook as I thought about it, and I accidentally dropped the rag I’d been holding. It landed squarely on Bianca’s foot as she came to check on me. Her face twisted in fury, and she slapped me hard. “Are you blind? Do you want to die? Lick my shoe clean!” I bent down, picked up her dropped test report, and noticed something instantly—her unborn child had been diagnosed with congenital heart defects. It was genetic. Liam had the same condition. Handing the report back to her, I said, “Lick it yourself. I don’t have that kind of fetish.” Her face turned beet red. “You murderer! What are you so smug about? You’re just a janitor now. You’ll do whatever I tell you to!” “Let me remind you, being a janitor doesn’t make me your servant. Get over yourself.” Bianca lunged toward me, seething, but she quickly ran out of breath. Liam appeared just in time to hold her back. “Apologize to my wife!” he demanded. I looked up at him, locking eyes. In that moment, I caught a flicker of fear in his gaze. He was afraid of me. I shook my head. “I said, apologize to my wife! Are you deaf?” he shouted. I met his fury with a calm smile. “I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize? Now move.” I pushed past him, but before I could take another step, Bianca suddenly collapsed. Doctors rushed to her side, and I glanced back, immediately recognizing the problem. The complications with her pregnancy were severe. Given her condition and the baby’s heart defect, only a combined cardiac and obstetric surgery could save them. But the odds weren’t good. With this type of congenital defect, there was a 99% chance both mother and child wouldn’t survive. Back then, I hadn’t had the chance to fully research the condition, and to this day, no one has been able to perform the surgery perfectly. Bianca was wheeled into surgery, and the attending doctors looked at Liam, their faces filled with uncertainty. “What are you waiting for? Save her!” he yelled. Carter, the lead cardiac surgeon, hesitated. “Mr. West, no one’s performed a successful operation like this in years. Research on this type of surgery stopped three years ago.” “Why? Aren’t you doctors? Why haven’t you researched it?” Liam’s eyes reddened as panic overtook him. Carter glanced at me and then back at Liam. “After Dr. Foster’s incident, all studies related to this procedure were suspended. As of now, the only person qualified to operate is…” “Who?” Liam grabbed Carter by the arm, shaking him. “Who’s the only person qualified?” Carter’s gaze landed squarely on me. “Dr. Foster.” Before Liam could say anything, hospital security appeared and blocked his path. “Ms. Lena Foster, we’ve received a report accusing you of stealing surgical equipment. Please come with us.”

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