My mother-in-law and her lover had sex in front of my daughter, and she even planned to let her lover live in the house that I bought. And while I was away, her lover attempted to molest my daughter but failed. I was furious, but my mother-in-law turned the tables and accused my daughter of seducing her lover and scolded my daughter for being a slut. My husband, who had cheated on me, didn’t care about it and thought my daughter deserved it. I then accidentally saw the message from my husband’s mistress, and I immediately set up a show. I wanted to make those who truly deserved it suffer the consequences. Did they want to control me? No way! ***** Just as I opened the door, I heard a woman’s passionate moans. I got closer and took a look. Then, I was stunned. My mother-in-law, Ashley Morgan, and her lover, Gary Walsh, were kissing passionately on the sofa. The two had their clothes half-undressed, and Gary was still caressing Ashley’s body. I walked towards my room awkwardly, only to find my daughter, Stella Morgan, poking her head out. “Mom, what are Grandma and Gary doing?” I felt nervous and quickly covered Stella’s eyes. “Stella, go do your homework.” Similar situations had happened many times. Before, Ashley had just cuddled up on the sofa with Gary, but they were getting more and more outrageous. Staying in the room with Stella, I found Ashley’s moans became louder and louder as if they were going to lift the ceiling off. I quickly put headphones on Stella and said, “Stella, why don’t you listen to some music?” After the sex outside calmed down, I walked out quickly and pulled Ashley aside. I said, “Ashley, Stella is at home. Can you go to the room with Gary?” It was Ashley’s private matter, and I didn’t want to get involved in it before. But Stella was still in kindergarten and was so young. She couldn’t be exposed to such matters between men and women so early. But Ashley’s expression changed immediately. She said, “Brittany, what do you mean? You are not satisfied with being a housekeeper, so you want to even control me, right?” I explained to Ashley in a gentle voice, “Ashley, Stella is on summer vacation. She is still a child. We can’t let her be exposed to these things so early.” But Ashley shook my hand away, saying, “Why should I accommodate that little bitch? I’ve wasted my money to feed her. How dare she make me feel wronged?” My smile disappeared at once. Ashley had always favored boys over girls. Ever since I gave birth to Stella, her attitude towards me and Stella had become worse and worse. Ashley snorted coldly, “If a woman is good in bed, she won’t be kicked out. I’m helping you educate your daughter for free, and you should thank me.” With that, she swung her butt back to Gary, saying, “My dear, you are so great. You make me feel so good.”

Gary looked decent. He had claimed to be the boss of a company and owned twenty properties in different countries. Such a charming bachelor with a sweet mouth captured Ashley’s heart immediately. However, as far as I knew, Gary had borrowed a lot of money from Ashley, saying that he needed funds for turnover. What happened between her and Gary had nothing to do with me. But I couldn’t let them influence Stella. I had planned to discuss this matter with Elliott Morgan, my husband after he returned from his business trip. Unexpectedly, Ashley announced to me during dinner that Gary would move in the next day. I refused immediately, saying, “Ashley, Gary is a stranger. It’s not appropriate for him to move in.” If Gary really moved in, I couldn’t imagine how many sex scenes they would perform in front of Stella. Ashley was unreasonable. “This is a notification, not a discussion.” Her sudden anger scared Stella, who was eating, and her fork fell to the ground. Ashley then vented her anger at Stella. “You bitch, you must be complaining about me in front of your mom.” Stella cried out in grievance, saying, “Grandma, I didn’t…” I became serious and said, “Ashley, I bought this house in full, and my name is on the property certificate.” As for Elliott and Ashley, let alone spending money on buying a house, they hadn’t even given me any betrothal gift. I married Elliott at my own expense. When we were about to get married, Elliott had told me bitterly that he was born into a single-parent family and that it was already hard for Ashley to take care of him, so he was embarrassed to ask her to pay any money. Elliott had just entered society and had no savings, but he wanted to have a house for our two, so he asked me to pay for it first. My family was well off, so I didn’t care about this little money. Anyway, it was a house we two were living in. I then spent five million to buy this house in the best location. On the second day after our wedding, Ashley messed around at the door with a small bag in her hand. She said that her son and daughter-in-law lived in such a great house but didn’t invite her. She also called me a vixen who had kidnapped her filial son. But Ashley had sold her old house without leaving any way out for herself. I respected her as Elliott’s mother, so I apologized repeatedly and invited her to live in our house. However, Gary was an outsider. I wouldn’t agree to let him move in. Upon hearing this, Ashley smashed the plate. She said, “We didn’t have any money back then. But you’ve been married for so long. I haven’t treated you unfairly, right? It’s just a small amount of money. Why are you making such a fuss about it?” I sneered angrily, “How did you be nice to me? Why didn’t I feel it at all?” Ashley had said she would come and take care of my diet. I was giving her twenty thousand dollars a month, but she only bought me cheap veggies and secretly added extra food to her own meals. When Stella was born, Ashley hated me even more. She cursed me for being her nemesis, for killing her long-cherished grandson. When I was in confinement after giving birth, she disliked the strong smell on me and said that I was being pretentious, lying in bed all day and not going to work to earn money to support the family. Ashley slammed the table. “Because you are blind. I am your elder. You have to listen to me.”

I became serious and said, “If you insist on doing this, I will not give you a penny of alimony.” Twenty thousand dollars a month in alimony was no small amount of money. When it came to money, Ashley suddenly became dispirited. Then, the matter of Gary moving in disappeared for a few days. A week later, I was working when I received a call from Stella. She hid in the bathroom and cried, saying, “Mom, where are you now? Come back soon and save me. I’m so scared.” I immediately put down the work I was doing and drove quickly back home. I didn’t even have time to wait for the elevator, and I ran up to the sixth floor in one breath. Then, I saw a scene that made me furious. Ashley made Stella kneel in front of her and hit Stella’s legs mercilessly with a clothes hanger. Stella turned pale with pain and almost fainted. In a rage, I questioned her, “Ashley, what are you doing?” I rushed over and pushed her to the ground. I held Stella in my arms. “Stella, don’t cry. I’m sorry I’m late.” Ashley got up from the ground and reached out to grab my hair. “Brittany, are you rebelling?” I quickly dodged. Then, I became more serious and yelled at Ashley, “If you come over here again, I will slap you.” Ashley was frightened and stood there in a daze. “Stella, tell me what happened.” I carried Stella to the sofa and patted her back. Stella had delicate skin. Her knees were bleeding from kneeling, and there were bruises on her thighs. When I looked up to apply the ointment to her, I saw the slap mark on her face. Stella was sobbing and was obviously quite frightened. She said, “Mom, Gary touched my belly and tried to take off my clothes. His mouth stinks. So I ran to the bathroom and hid.” Ashley screamed, “You slut! You tried to seduce him. He is mine. How could he possibly be interested in a little bitch like you? “If you weren’t wearing a skirt at home and pouting your ass off waiting to be fucked, why would my dear touch you?” I was furious as I heard this. Then, I yelled at Ashley, “Shut up!” Ashley held her head high. “Children take after their mothers. You must have been having affairs outside, so you raised such a lewd bitch, right?”   Ashley felt it was not enough to insult Stella like this. She even came over and raised the clothes hanger towards Stella. At this point, all my respect for elders disappeared. My courtesy depended on people. How could Ashley, who was worse than an animal, deserve my respect? I grabbed the hanger and kicked Ashley hard in the stomach. “Apologize to Stella!” Ashley widened her eyes and got up from the ground. “Damn it! How dare you do this to me? I’m your mother-in-law.” According to the injury on Stella’s face, I retaliated against Ashley in her way and slapped her in the face. I said, “If you don’t apologize, I’ll keep slapping you.” Ashley covered her face and yelled, “You’re insane. How could I possibly apologize to such a shameless girl? Ouch!” I slapped her five or six times, and she finally got scared. Lying on the ground and gasping for breath, when I was about to continue slapping her, Ashley finally said, “I’m sorry.” That night, Elliott returned from his business trip. I angrily told him what had happened in the past few days. But he ignored me and continued typing on the keyboard. I slammed the computer screen shut. “Are you deaf? Your daughter was bullied by a creepy man.” Elliott rubbed his ears. “Nothing happened anyway. Why are you so anxious?” I pulled his collar in disbelief and raised my voice. “Elliott, are you out of your mind? “If anything really happens, I will take Ashley and her adulterer to court.” “Alright.” Elliott stood up and pushed me away. “Be more respectful. She is my mother. By the way, I have something to discuss with you.” I was so angry that I didn’t want to talk to him. Elliott held the clothes he needed to change after his bath and said, “I agree to Gary moving in.”   I raised my head sharply and looked at him in disbelief. Elliott continued to persuade me, “I come from a single-parent family. My mother took care of me since I was a child and never accepted advances from other men. “Now that she has Gary by her side, I feel relieved. “As for Stella, she’s just a girl with a skinny body. It’s not a big deal if she’s touched a few times. My mom said that Gary touched her because she was wearing a skirt. It takes two to tango.” I was so angry that I sneered, “Elliott, this matter is non-negotiable. I bought this house. If you stand on your mother’s side, let’s get a divorce. You and your mother pack up your things and get out.” Elliott was fearless. “Then let’s get a divorce. You have a lot of property over the years, right? As long as you are willing to give me half, I will leave with my mother immediately.” He then turned and went into the bathroom, even humming a song happily. I stood there with a raging rage boiling in my heart. Before I got married, I had planned to notarize my pre-marital property. But Elliott had coaxed me with sweet words, “Honey, my body, mind, and life are all yours. Why do you have to do that? “I love you, and we will grow old together.” Hearing this, I was moved because I was deeply in love with him. Under the guidance of Elliott, I then paid for the house in full and got the marriage license with him. My moment of weakness was now a means for Elliott to control me. I said to myself, “No, I cannot give in.” I opened my laptop again and planned to check the local marriage laws. However, I found that there was a WhatsApp chat box on the screen that Elliott had forgotten to exit. The avatar was of a young woman, and the name was “Baby Lily”. Lily sent him a message: [Honey, when are you going to divorce? I’ve been waiting for this day, even in my dreams.] I went through the chat logs and found out that Elliott had been cheating on me for a long time.   The records showed that his business trip of half a month this time was an excuse. In fact, he had spent my money and taken Lily on a trip. Elliott was in love and had been entirely bewitched by Lily. In order to satisfy Lily’s materialistic nature, he lied to Lily and said that the house worth five million dollars had been bought by him. He even said that Lily could move in as long as he divorced me. Lily obviously didn’t believe it and had asked for the address of the house several times. But Elliott was afraid of being bumped into by me, so he made up other excuses. Just then, Lily sent another photo of them in bed and a message to him: [Dear, I really want to have sex with you in your wedding room. Please tell me your address quickly.] The water in the bathroom was running, and I clenched my fists.   I knew there was something wrong with this marriage from the moment Stella was born. Elliott was unhappy that Stella was a girl and kept pestering me to have another child. But the doctor had said that my uterine wall was thin, and there was a possibility of heavy bleeding if I had another child. Now, I was excited when I found out that Elliott was cheating on me. Didn’t Elliott want to get a divorce and split the property with me in half? Now, he had revealed his true colors, and that wouldn’t happen. I came up with a plan. Then, I sent Lily my home address in Elliott’s tone: [You can come and see the house tomorrow afternoon at three. My wife is at home now. Don’t send me any messages. Wait for me to contact you first.] After taking screenshots and saving all the evidence of Elliott’s cheating, I deleted those chat records just now. Tomorrow, Ashley would have fun outside, and Elliott had to go to work. So, neither of them would be at home. I asked for leave from my boss and used Ashley’s phone to send a message to Gary, asking him to come over here tomorrow. The play was about to begin. I thought, “Elliott, Ashley, just suffer the consequences you deserve.”

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A car accident changed my life forever. I lost my vision while saving my fiancée, Sabrina Cross. Her tireless care and devotion touched me deeply, and I vowed to love her for the rest of my life. On her birthday, while preparing a surprise gift for her, I tripped on the stairs and fell. By some twist of fate, I regained my sight. Overwhelmed with joy, I planned to surprise her that evening. But my excitement was shattered by the man who walked in behind her. “Darling, I’m so tired today. I’m going to bed early. Love you,” Sabrina said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before heading toward the bedroom—her hand in his. ***** Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t take my eyes off the clock. My heart was filled with anticipation as I imagined Sabrina’s reaction to the news that my sight had returned. I pictured her face, the features I hadn’t seen in over a year, and my excitement grew. By ten o’clock, she still wasn’t home. She’d promised to come back early to celebrate her birthday. As the hours dragged on, disappointment crept in. I reminded myself of how hard she’d been working since my accident, taking on the full weight of running the company. She was probably still busy. I pushed aside my frustration, placed the gift box on the table, and headed to the kitchen. Just as I was about to start cooking, the front door creaked open. Sabrina stepped in, her white knee-length dress perfectly outlining her figure. Her flushed cheeks, a hint of drunkenness, made her all the more stunning. My breath caught. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, if not more. Desire and longing swelled within me. I quickly walked toward her, wanting to pull her into my arms and tell her that I would take care of her from now on. But I froze mid-step. The smile on my face faltered, replaced by an icy chill. Behind Sabrina stood Harry Cooper, my driver. As soon as he walked in, his hand found its way to her waist, caressing her possessively. Sabrina playfully pushed him away, glancing nervously in my direction. Her eyes silently warned him of my presence. Harry, undeterred, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His gaze flicked to me, filled with a mocking challenge. Fury boiled within me. I wanted to yank Sabrina out of his embrace and teach him a lesson he’d never forget. But Harry suddenly let go of Sabrina and silently mouthed a question, “Can he see us?” I caught every word, my ability to read lips making his message crystal clear. “Impossible. The doctors said his sight would never return. Otherwise, all our plans would’ve been for nothing. You’re overthinking it. Let’s wait for the right time and get rid of him,” Sabrina responded silently. Sabrina glanced nervously at me again. Seeing no reaction, her fear subsided, and she discreetly reassured him with a calming gesture. I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. Was this really my wife? We had been so in love and had already registered our marriage. If it hadn’t been for the accident, our wedding ceremony would have taken place six months ago. Yet their secret exchange filled me with a bone-deep coldness. The words I wanted to demand from her died on my lips. Harry’s eyes roamed over me, searching for any signs of clarity. I forced myself to remain calm, allowing my expression to return to that of a blind man. My gaze was vacant as I walked forward. “Sabrina, is that you? Are you tired?” I asked. As I neared Harry, Sabrina hurriedly pulled him aside. She rolled her eyes and silently mouthed to him, “See? He’s blind. Now believe me and wait for me in the bedroom.” “I’m back. Sorry for being late. Work was hectic today,” she said aloud. “You must be exhausted. I made a cake and got you a gift. Let’s enjoy it before you head to bed,” I offered. She took my hand, leading me to the couch. Her eyes landed on the gift box, a flicker of disdain flashing across her face.

I had envisioned a romantic evening for the two of us. To ensure our privacy, I sent my caretaker home after Sabrina left for work. But by the afternoon, I realized I hadn’t prepared a gift for her. Determined to surprise her, I ventured out alone. With my guide dog assisting me, everything went smoothly at first. But as I entered the building, I asked the dog to hold the elevator while I fetched something nearby. In my brief absence, I made a misstep on the stairs and tumbled down, hitting my head against a planter. The sharp pain was followed by a wave of dizziness. Slowly, light returned to my vision. Overcome with exhilaration, I hastily gathered my belongings and returned home, oblivious to the dirt and damage on the gift box. When Sabrina arrived, she noticed the state of the box immediately. “Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you? Did you fall or something? You shouldn’t go out on your own anymore.” Her words stung, and I realized the smile on her face wasn’t one of care—it was a smirk. She opened the box and pulled out the necklace inside. With barely a glance, she tossed it onto the table, her disinterest plain. The faint twitch at the corner of my mouth betrayed my frustration. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful necklace. Anyone could see that. But what I hadn’t expected was how effortlessly she would handle me, lying to my face with such ease. Leaning down, she kissed me softly. Her voice turned syrupy sweet as she said, “I love the necklace. I’m just too tired to eat cake tonight. I’ll go shower first and join you later.” As she walked toward the guest bedroom, she glanced back to see if I was following. Noticing that I wasn’t, her face relaxed in an instant. I waited a moment before silently approaching the door. Peeking through the small gap, I saw them inside. Their kisses were heated, their clothes slowly falling away. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t the first time. I clenched my fists tightly, the betrayal gnawing at me like a swarm of ants. The pain was unbearable, and yet I was powerless to stop it. Sabrina had once been my secretary. Her sharp, professional demeanor had caught my attention the day we met. As we worked together, I discovered how meticulous and caring she was, not just in her job but in managing my personal life. My admiration for her grew into love. Once I realized my feelings, I didn’t hesitate to confess them. At first, she rejected me, citing the gap between our statuses. Her refusal only strengthened my resolve to win her over. After months of persistence, she finally said yes. For a time, everything was perfect. But that illusion shattered the day after I proposed. Sabrina and I had planned to shop for wedding dresses, try on makeup, and take engagement photos. As soon as we left the neighborhood, Harry mentioned he’d forgotten his phone in the restroom and needed to retrieve it. Since he had an important client to pick up later, I agreed. Sabrina lit up, saying, “I’ll grab the sapphire necklace you gave me. It’ll match the blue dress I’ve been eyeing.” Her excitement was infectious, and I didn’t think twice about letting her go. When Sabrina returned, she was crossing the street back to the car when I noticed a speeding BMW turning the corner. I jumped out to protect her, but there wasn’t enough time. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed her to safety. The car’s side mirror struck me, sending me sprawling to the ground. My head hit the pavement with a sickening thud. I thought I might die that day, but instead, I woke up blind. When Sabrina learned of my condition, she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. Or so I’d believed.

Since the accident, Sabrina had been by my side, tirelessly caring for me. At least, until tonight, she’d never given me a reason to feel uneasy. Every night, she would gently guide me to the bathroom if I needed to get up, her quiet breathing in the darkness filling me with warmth and a sense of gratitude. I couldn’t believe she would suddenly betray me. Maybe Harry had taken advantage of my blindness to threaten her. I kept making excuses for her in my mind. But the very next moment, all those excuses were obliterated, like a harsh slap across my face. Harry, half-dressed, emerged from the guest room, holding Sabrina in his arms. Her flushed face radiated a shameless glow as he carried her to the couch and laid her down, leaning over her with a smirk. “This is the real thrill,” Harry said with a grin. “You think he’ll realize what a fool he’s been?” “Don’t ruin this for me,” Sabrina replied sharply. “I’ve put up with so much just to climb higher in life. Don’t mess it up now.” “Fine, I get it,” Harry muttered, kissing her neck. Watching their intimate display, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I’d thought Sabrina and I had something real, but now it was painfully clear—I was just a pawn in her game, chosen for my wealth and status. If she had Harry and already controlled the company, why did she still act so gentle toward me every night? Confusion swirled in my mind, and I failed to notice someone entering the house from outside. Disgusted by the sight of them, I decided to retreat to my room and figure out my next steps. But as I stood, a wave of anger surged through me. Why should I suffer in silence while they indulged in their deceitful happiness? If they wanted to play dirty, then none of us would get away unscathed. “Sabrina, are you out of the shower? What’s that noise?” I called out. Harry and Sabrina froze mid-embrace, their expressions turning to shock. A second later, Harry’s face twisted with anger, and I relished his frustration. Sabrina, meanwhile, clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. Feigning obliviousness, I muttered while heading toward my room, “Could it be the dog causing trouble? Never mind, I’ll ask the caretaker to clean it up tomorrow.” As I shut my bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of Harry hurling a tissue to the floor, his expression livid. “I can’t wait anymore,” he mouthed angrily, his eyes filled with malice. “We need to act fast. This is driving me insane.” Every time? So this wasn’t the first time they’d brought their affair into my home. I laughed bitterly as tears rolled down my cheeks. How pathetic. My wife had been cheating right in front of me for a year, and I hadn’t noticed. The thought of my devotion being trampled so carelessly filled me with fury. I stormed into the bathroom, letting cold water cascade over my head, washing away the last remnants of affection I had for Sabrina. She wanted my money and my company. She feared I might jeopardize her plans and wanted me out of the picture. Fine. Let her think I was still blind. I’d be ready, waiting for them to walk right into their own trap. At that moment, I made a decision—I’d keep up the blind act and watch as they dug their own graves. And Sabrina? If she could play me, I could just as easily cut her out of my life. When I emerged from the bathroom, Sabrina was already lying in bed, feigning innocence. Fighting the revulsion rising in my chest, I lay beside her, determined not to reveal my hand.   Whether it was the weight of knowing their scheme or the joy of regaining my sight, I couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, a small, delicate hand rested on my waist. I stiffened, remembering what those hands had been doing just hours ago. Anger flared, and I pushed them away. But they returned, hesitating as if uncertain. Infuriated, I grabbed the arm to force it away, only to notice a small mole on the wrist. This wasn’t Sabrina’s hand. Sabrina was meticulous about her appearance and would have had any blemish removed immediately. Startled, I turned over to see a different woman lying in the bed. “Who are you?” I demanded. Her face was streaked with tears, and she remained silent. But her familiar scent told me who she was—the woman who had always been by my side at night. Seeing my anger, she trembled and quickly grabbed her phone, typing a message. “I’m Claire Dawson, your caretaker. Your wife instructed me…” Halfway through, she tossed the phone aside and took my hand, tracing letters on my palm. She thought I still couldn’t see. Her careful movements revealed the truth: Claire was mute, having lost her voice due to a fever that had damaged her vocal cords. “Use your phone to write. I can see now,” I said gently. Her eyes widened in shock, but there was a trust in her expression that I hadn’t expected. Perhaps it was because of the nights we spent together? As she typed, the hatred boiling inside me deepened. Sabrina had orchestrated this. She thought pairing me, a blind man, with a mute caregiver would make it easier to hide her betrayal. Claire explained that she needed the money to treat her mother’s illness. That was why she had agreed to Sabrina’s terms, which required her to keep her identity a secret. Thinking back on the gratitude I’d felt for Sabrina’s care, now revealed as a lie, left me bitter. A sudden thought struck me like lightning. If tonight’s betrayal was real, what about the car accident? Could it have been planned? I replayed the details in my mind. The police had claimed brake failure caused the crash. But at the time, I had let Sabrina handle everything, consumed by my guilt and depression. What if they had orchestrated it all? Perhaps they hadn’t gotten out of the car to grab something. Maybe they were trying to lure me out. Claire noticed my distant expression and gently shook my arm, holding her phone up again. “I’m sorry for not doing enough. Please don’t send me away. I want to have this baby.” A baby? I hadn’t expected Claire to be pregnant. Regardless, I wasn’t going to abandon her. After reassuring her, I stepped out of the bedroom. Standing in front of the guest room door, I could feel my anger burning hotter with each passing moment. If they dared make a move, I would make sure they paid the price. I didn’t have to wait long—within three days, they struck.

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Nine months pregnant, I refused my husband, William Pierce’s, intimate advances, and he kicked me out of the house in the middle of the night. My best friend Ava Thompson took me in. That same night, I went into premature labor and collapsed on the floor, but Ava deliberately delayed calling an ambulance. “Please don’t blame me, Scarlett. Without you around, I can give William the child he wants. “I’ve been the other woman for three years, and I can’t take it anymore.” She waited until I was hemorrhaging severely before finally calling for help. I lost my baby. While I grieved, Ava and William celebrated the arrival of their child. But months later, William lost his mind. ***** In the final months of my pregnancy, William made advances towards me. After I turned him down, he threw me out of the house in the middle of the night. Cold, I had no choice but to seek shelter at my supposed best friend Ava’s apartment downstairs. The stress triggered early labor, and excruciating pain ripped through my belly. With the baby already in breech position, the situation was dire. I collapsed onto the floor. I kept pounding on the door desperately, trying to get Ava’s attention as she watched TV in the living room. Despite screaming at the top of my lungs, all I got in response was the TV volume getting louder and louder. Ava finally opened the door just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion. There was something unnervingly cold in her eyes as she smirked at my pitiful state. “How stupid can you be? I’m your husband’s mistress, and you came to me for help?” “What…” I tried to push myself up. But she dug her heel into my hand, pinning it down. Between the labor pains and my crushed hand, I slowly lost consciousness. Just then, I heard my husband William’s voice. “Is she in labor?” “Yes, it looks like it…” “If she dies during childbirth, will the insurance payout?” Ava, being a top insurance sales agent, answered William’s question with professional precision. “Yes, the policy I recommended includes that coverage. And following my advice, Scarlett took out the maximum amount, with you as the beneficiary.” I couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation as violent tremors wracked my body, the sensation of life slipping away, piercing every nerve. I have no idea how long they waited before finally calling an ambulance. Through my haze of consciousness, I felt Ava’s breath on my ear as she whispered, “Don’t blame me for this, Scarlett. “Without you in the picture, I can give William children of my own. I’ve been the other woman for three years now, and I’m sick of it. It’s time for you to step aside.” As she spoke these words, tears welled up in her eyes. Red-eyed, she put on a show of sisterly devotion for the medical staff. “My best friend came to stay with me late at night after discovering her husband’s affair. We never expected it would upset the baby and trigger early labor—poor thing.” When her hot tear fell on my skin, I could only feel disgusted. The moment I arrived at the hospital, the obstetrics medical team rushed to save me. “The mother has been unconscious for too long. There’s a high risk of fetal asphyxiation. We need to perform an emergency C-section immediately. “Where are the family members? We need the family!” William and his mother, Ashley Pierce, finally showed up at the last second before I was wheeled into surgery. Ashley immediately grabbed the doctor’s sleeve. “Doctor, save the baby. You must save my grandson at all costs.” The doctor gave a helpless smile. “According to medical ethics, the mother’s life takes priority. I think you’ve watched too many TV dramas. We don’t choose between saving the mother or the child here.” Ashley let out an exasperated “Oh!” as if annoyed that the doctor wouldn’t follow her demands. As the doctor was about to enter the operating room, she pushed past the nurse and grabbed his arm again. “Then let’s do a natural birth. Squeezing the baby’s head through the birth canal will make him smarter.” The nurse rushed over and pulled her away. After an hour of emergency treatment, my baby lost his ability to breathe within ten minutes after birth and died despite resuscitation attempts. I nearly lost my uterus in the process. “Useless! Look at the worthless woman you married. I opposed this marriage from the start, and now she couldn’t even keep the baby alive. “Why didn’t she die instead?! Why did it have to be my grandson?! “I told them to save the baby! These doctors must be jealous that we’re having a son. They did this on purpose.” Ever since I regained consciousness, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. Ashley’s wailing was unbearable. William was nowhere to be seen…

Late that night, I stumbled out of bed alone and made my way to the morgue to see my child, who hadn’t yet been cremated. He was so tiny… impossible to tell whether he looked more like me or William. His little hands were tightly clenched. His skin had a faint purple tinge. During prenatal checkups, every doctor had said he was the healthiest baby. Throughout my pregnancy, he’d been like an angel, never causing me any trouble. He should have been born healthy, but because of Ava and his father, this was how it ended. I angrily pounded on the metal door. Finally, I slid down helplessly in front of it until a young nurse took me back. Just as we reached my hospital room door, I heard William’s joyful voice. “Ava! You’re pregnant? You really are?” Ava replied with a laugh. “I just got checked. I’m three months along.” “Ava! You’re our family’s savior! Son, hurry up and divorce that useless wife of yours. The doctor said she’ll have trouble getting pregnant again after this! What’s the point in keeping her around!” Ashley’s voice was filled with excitement. She seemed to have already forgotten about her grandson’s death moments ago. The nurse looked at me with pity and whispered, “Um… would you like to go in now?” I nodded and pushed open the door. William was bent over, listening to Ava’s belly, while Ashley pointed at Ava, declaring she could tell it was definitely a boy. They didn’t even notice when I entered. Only Ava noticed me, her eyes suddenly turning red. “Scarlett… don’t be angry.” She walked over and grabbed my hand, trying to place it on her belly. “I know you just lost your baby and you must be heartbroken, but think about it differently. What if the baby in my belly is your child reborn?” I struck her across the face. “Ava, don’t think you’re safe just because I can’t prove you caused harm to me and my baby. You won’t get away with this. “Even if my child were to be reborn, their first act would be to take your life.” William came over and kicked me brutally. If the young nurse hadn’t pulled me away quickly, that kick could have left me half-dead. “Sir, don’t you realize your wife just had surgery? Are you trying to kill her?” the nurse shouted, trembling with anger. William always tried to keep up appearances in front of others. So he started explaining to the nurse that he just lost control in anger and wasn’t usually like this. “We can call the police if you abuse a patient who just gave birth.” After repeatedly apologizing, William saw the nurse out. The moment the door closed, he spun around and grabbed my throat. “What kind of worthless baby were you carrying that died at full term? Tell me, were you sleeping around? “This has never happened in the Pierce family before. It can’t be my fault, so it must be yours.” I watched with contempt as William desperately scrambled for an excuse to divorce me and let out a small, scornful laugh. “William, if you want a divorce, just say it. No need to drag my name through the mud.” “Glad you understand. We’ll handle the paperwork as soon as you’re discharged. Ava can’t wait any longer.” He spoke with such entitled confidence. Looking at him holding Ava with such happiness, I smiled and said, “Then let me offer my early congratulations… for your happiness.” Ava’s eyes instantly welled up at my words. “Scarlett, William and I are truly in love. There’s nothing shameful about true love. You’re the disgusting one, refusing to step aside and making snide remarks.” William was about to criticize me further. But at that moment, my parents arrived. My mom immediately slapped William across the face. “Look what you’ve done to my daughter! Divorce! We must get a divorce!” Ashley walked over. “Your daughter’s uterus is useless now anyway. We’re more than happy to divorce her!”

My father stared at Ava for a long time. “Ava…” he pointed, unable to speak for a while, then waved his hand dismissively. “Forget it, forget it. I must be blind! Blind!” Years ago, after earning his first fortune, my father had chosen to sponsor a bright, well-behaved girl from his hometown for her education. Due to previous incidents where sponsored students had blackmailed their benefactors, the sponsorship was kept anonymous in one direction. My father knew who he was sponsoring, but Ava had no idea her sponsor was my father. That was why she didn’t react much when my father spoke about this. But Ashley jumped in to defend her future daughter, putting her arm around Ava’s shoulders. “Your daughter didn’t have the luck, it’s her own fault. My son is about to be promoted to vice president. When Ava marries into our family, she’ll live the life of a privileged young madam. Your daughter… who knows if anyone will even want her.” Promotion? I saw my mother’s face darken, and she let out a mocking laugh. William left with Ashley and Ava. After Mom closed the door, she said, “Looks like we made the right call back then, hiding our family’s situation from them. At least we got to see their true colors quickly.” Dad opened the soup he brought for me. Looking at my parents, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. “Mom, Dad, you came all this way… I’m such an unfilial daughter, making you worry about me at a time like this.” “It’s nothing. Your brother drove us here. He and Tiana went to get you some food. Don’t worry, your family’s here now! No one will bully you anymore.” I nodded, big tears still falling onto my blanket. Mom hugged me tightly. “It’s not your fault. William seemed so promising back then, but who could have guessed… in just three years, he’d turn out like this.” Dad opened his phone, initially looking for Kennedy, but the first thing he saw was Ava’s social media post. “She’s pregnant?” I nodded, showing the number three with my fingers. Just then, my brother’s wife, Tiana Haven, walked in. “Who’s pregnant?” “Ava?” “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She put down her things, sat beside me, and picked up my medical chart. “It’s not as serious as they’re making it out to be,” she said after examining me. “Your uterus is still functional, just a bit weakened. Once you’ve recovered, come to Tiana’s hospital. We can treat this.” Tiana was a distinguished OB-GYN specialist. If I hadn’t married William and moved away, I would have definitely chosen her hospital for my pregnancy. She gently pinched my cheek and said with sympathy, “Don’t worry, having more children won’t be a problem in the future. If anyone should be worried, it’s William!” My brother, Kennedy Haven, chimed in from behind. “William having kids with Ava?” Tiana threw her head back and laughed, “Now that would be a medical miracle!” I looked between Kennedy and Tiana in confusion. “They can’t have children together?”

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I was Rebecca West, the queen of perfumes, and the formula I’d crafted was worth millions of dollars. However, my family mistakenly believed I was a mere laborer, scraping by overseas. Upon my return, my brother and his wife shunned me, and my parents wanted nothing more than to sever ties. Then, their workplace mishaps led to a breach of contract, ensnaring them in pursuit of a formidable client. Little did they know the client’s hidden mastermind was none other than me. My brother’s wife, Emilia West, clung to my leg, wailing, “Rebecca, we’re family! You can’t let me go to jail; the kids need their mother!” My mother, Amanda West, employed the classic melodrama. “How did I give birth to such an ingrate? Are you trying to wipe us all out?” I shake them off with a cold smile as I turn to leave. “Sorry, I cut ties with your family long ago.” ***** I stood at the front door, dragging my suitcase behind me. Despite it being a bright June day, my heart felt like it was trapped in a freezer. Just moments ago, I had overheard Amanda inside, barking orders at the housekeeper, Miranda, to hide things away. “This bag is a limited edition, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars! Hurry, stash it in my closet so she doesn’t see it!” Emilia chimed in, “Why is Rebecca suddenly coming back? Could it be she can’t cut it out there and wants to come back for a piece of the pie?” Amanda reassured her, “Don’t worry; I’ve transferred all the company shares to Roger. She won’t get a dime!” After ten years away, I had pictured a tearful reunion full of hugs and laughter. But hearing their true feelings shattered that illusion. I never would have believed my own family could be so cold-hearted. I had come back because I heard the family perfume company was in crisis. I was ready to share the formula I had spent three years perfecting, hoping to help them take the company public. But now, it wasn’t necessary anymore. I let out a bitter laugh, my hand hovering above the door, unable to push it open. Just then, the housekeeper, Miranda, stepped outside to take out the trash and spotted me. “Ms. West is back!” she called out, clearly announcing my arrival to the others inside. I knew my parents had always favored my brother Roger West over me. But Roger had always treated me well; he’d share his treats and toys, even when I got expelled from school for covering for him. With a flicker of hope, I dragged my suitcase inside. As soon as I entered, Emilia shot me a look of disgust and sprayed disinfectant all over me. “We keep this house spotless! Don’t bring any foreign germs in here!” Amanda, wearing a plain dress that looked hastily thrown on, seemed a bit flustered upon seeing me. “Oh, you’re home? I thought your dad was going to pick you up. I must have mixed up the dates—thought you were arriving tomorrow!” Before my flight, I had called them, but neither of my parents answered. I even texted Amanda with my arrival details. I forced a smile. “It’s okay; I know my way around.” Dragging my suitcase further in, I headed upstairs to my old room. But before I could make it up the stairs, my dad, Vincent West, called out. “Rebecca, we don’t have a room for you anymore. You could crash in the upstairs bathroom for the night if you want.” I froze, momentarily stunned. “Me? Stay in the bathroom?” I hurried upstairs and found that my old room had been converted into a karaoke room, the windows boarded up, and soundproofing installed. It was hardly a livable space. The lavish mansion had everything—karaoke rooms, a home theater, a gym, and at least five or six bathrooms—but not a single room for me. Emilia followed me up, and I caught her sneaking a Vacheron Constantin watch into a cushion in the media room, treating me like a thief. As I stood at the top of the stairs, my emotions were a whirlwind. “Mom, I want to stay here for a while. Can you clear out the study for me? I really don’t want to sleep in the bathroom.” Emilia’s eyes widened, and she hissed like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on. “The study? Absolutely not! Your brother needs it for work! “Besides, there are important documents and the perfume formula in there. Those are trade secrets!”

As my gaze landed on the door to the children’s playroom, Emilia shouted again, “Don’t even think about taking over the game room! Barry goes to private school and is about to come home for break. You can’t just take his space!” I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly and turned to look at my parents. Vincent sat silently on the couch, puffing away on a cigarette, while Amanda fidgeted with her dress, clearly uncomfortable. “You’ve been away for so long; I was just thinking about how you’ll eventually need to get married… “Mostly because the equipment in the media room and gym is too heavy to move around…” In this sprawling mansion, it was just my parents, Roger, Emilia, and the housekeeper, Miranda—five people living in a place with seven or eight rooms, yet there wasn’t a single spot for me. They seemed to forget that this house was left to me in my grandmother’s will when she passed away. At the time, I was still a minor, and my parents claimed they were keeping it safe for me, transferring ownership to Vincent. Moreover, over the years, I had sent them a substantial amount of money—well over a few million dollars. When I first moved abroad, I was broke and called my parents for help. Every time, they lamented about their financial struggles, claiming the economy was tough and the company wasn’t doing well. They promised they’d send me money once things improved. Ten years passed, and I waited. I worked tirelessly in a foreign land, juggling up to eight jobs at once. I washed dishes in restaurants, picked corn on farms, sold goods under the scorching sun, and even worked at a fish market gutting fish. I did whatever it took to cover my living expenses and tuition. Eventually, I started earning a decent income, and I sent a significant portion back home to support my parents and Roger. I had hoped that now that I was more financially stable, I could help my family live better lives. But it seemed I was mistaken. They weren’t struggling; they just didn’t want to share their wealth with me. I pressed on. “No parents would make their own daughter sleep in a bathroom. “Aren’t you worried about what people would say?” The atmosphere grew tense. As she saw I wasn’t backing down, Emilia’s expression darkened. “Rebecca, you’re twenty-seven now. You’re not planning to just mooch off your parents, are you?” With that, she slammed the door shut, making a loud bang. “You can stay if you insist, but Miranda has to go. You’ll take her room and her chores, too!” Roger rushed out of the room, concern etched on his face. Seeing him made my heart ache. It had been ten years since we last saw each other. He looked a bit heavier but still regarded me with that familiar warmth in his eyes. “Is that really you, Rebecca?” I nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I’m back, and this time I’m not leaving.” Roger pulled Emilia aside and gently patted my back. “Don’t mind Emilia; she can be a bit blunt.” A flicker of warmth reignited in my chest. Roger looked me up and down, teasingly asking, “So, Rebecca, while you were off living abroad, did you find a boyfriend? Have you saved any money for your wedding?” I lowered my eyes and opened my suitcase, pulling out a few boxes of supplements. “No boyfriend, and I haven’t saved much. All my money went into buying things for you guys…” I wasn’t lying. The company had given me a hefty amount of shares, and the leftover cash was tied up in several luxury properties and cars I had bought in the city’s prime locations for my parents and Roger. I really didn’t have much cash left on hand, but my salary was substantial, so I wasn’t worried about making ends meet. Emilia kicked at the boxes of supplements on the floor with her toe, her disdain palpable. “What’s this junk? Are you trying to bribe us with scraps? “Without money, are we supposed to live off air? You have the nerve to come back here! “The company barely makes a profit each year, Roger, I’m telling you, we can’t afford to support freeloaders!” I hadn’t been close to Emilia during my ten years away, and I really didn’t want to engage in a fight. Instead, I turned to Roger, feeling weary. When he heard me mention I had no money, the smile on his face faltered. “Emilia has a point. You can’t just lounge around the house all day. Here’s an idea: the company is hiring for cleaning staff, and they provide room and board. You could do that. It’s a twelve-hour shift, but you’d earn a decent three thousand dollars a month. What do you think?”

The warmth I had felt moments ago was completely doused by Roger’s cold suggestion. I thought to myself, “Oh, Roger, you’re just like them. Twelve-hour days for a measly three thousand dollars a month? That’s your idea of pocket money for me?” I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. “You want me to clean in our family’s company?” Emilia jumped in without missing a beat. “You don’t even have a degree! Getting a cleaning job is a favor! Go out and see for yourself; these days, even janitors need an associate’s degree and a clean record!” It was as if she had forgotten why I had been expelled from school in the first place. That year, while she and Roger were busy planning their wedding and throwing pre-wedding parties, Emilia had insisted on Roger picking me up late one night. He had been drinking and ended up in a terrible accident, injuring someone badly. My parents called me, crying, saying he was their only son and about to get married; they couldn’t let him go to jail. They begged me to take the fall for him, claiming I was under eighteen and wouldn’t serve time. Feeling sympathetic, I rushed to the scene and took the blame. We paid off the victim, and while I avoided jail time, I was expelled from school. The incident made the news, and under public pressure, my parents sent me abroad. Now, Roger was living free and clear, running the family business, while I was treated like an outcast. I couldn’t believe Emilia had the nerve to say such things. “Grandma left me shares in her will. The dividends are enough for me to live on,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. At the mention of the shares, Vincent, who had been quiet, suddenly snuffed out his cigarette and slammed his hand on the table. “Let me make this clear: your mother and I have transferred all our shares to your brother. You won’t see a dime of it! The West family’s assets will never go to someone outside the family!” Despair washed over me as I looked at them, feigning resignation. “But I’m your daughter too!” Amanda dropped all pretense, pointing a finger at me with a vicious smile. “That’s because you’re just not capable! “There are plenty of rich men abroad; if you’d just find an old guy to be a sugar baby, you wouldn’t be broke! You can’t even help your brother, and now you want to come back and live off us?” I was taken aback by their twisted logic. As long as I could keep supporting them, it didn’t matter if I had to be someone’s mistress! How “wonderful”. I almost felt relieved that I hadn’t revealed my true situation to them sooner. I had hoped to surprise them, but instead, I had unveiled their true colors. I bent down to pick up the supplements scattered on the floor, my eyes scanning each of their faces as I spoke with a heavy heart, “Let me ask you again: there’s no place for me in this house anymore, is there?” Silence hung thick in the air. Roger opened his mouth, hesitating, then reached out to grab my arm. “Rebecca, cleaning isn’t so bad, and the company dorms were renovated two years ago…” I looked up at him, his expression saying, “I’ve already given you a chance,” and suddenly felt sick. I wrenched my arm away and shoved the supplements back into my suitcase. What they didn’t know was that beneath those boxes of supplements lay the keys to the luxury villas and cars, along with several valuable perfume formulas worth millions of dollars. Before heading home, I packed my belongings, my mind buzzing with the idea of playing a prank on them. I thought about letting them choose from the array of health supplements I brought, wondering if Roger would somehow manage to pick out the Porsche he’d been pining for. But little did I know everything would change in a single day. Turning on my heel, I grabbed my suitcase and made my way toward the door. “I’m off now, so don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I called over my shoulder. I walked a good distance when I could still hear Emilia’s voice echoing behind me. “As long as she doesn’t regret it, I’ll be thanking my lucky stars! Now hurry up and take those shabby things with her; she’s as broke as a church mouse! Let’s hope she doesn’t come crying back to us!” A cold laugh bubbled up inside me at her words. Regret? I couldn’t wait to see who would be the one to regret this. Once outside the villa, I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. “Cancel all collaborations with the West family immediately,” I ordered. My assistant sounded taken aback. “Uh, Ms. West, didn’t you say they were your family?” “Not anymore,” I replied.   This time, when I returned home, my plan was twofold: to use a few perfume formulas to save the family business and help Roger navigate his crisis. On top of that, the headquarters had parachuted me into Moonlight Fragrance as the Executive President and Chief Perfumer for the Asania region. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I lined up several impressive collaboration projects for Roger. I had hoped that these would put him on the map and help the company grow rapidly. But now, it seemed pointless. My assistant, Mia Ridley, drove me in a brand-new Maybach to the city’s most upscale villa district. I settled into the largest of the three villas I had purchased. The next morning, I asked Mia to rent out the other two properties. The perfume formulas I had originally prepared for Roger? I decided to sell two of them to a cosmetics company that had previously expressed interest, sealing the deal for a cool hundred million dollars. They were so anxious I might change my mind that they transferred the funds immediately. Suddenly, I found myself with a comfortable cash flow. In the following days, I indulged in self-care—pampering myself with beauty treatments, shopping, and savoring delicious meals, taking the time to soothe my weary mind and body after ten long years of struggle. My garage boasted five shiny new luxury cars, and I enjoyed switching things up every day. With no more worries about my family, I was living the good life. My health improved, and I radiated happiness. A few days later, I walked into Moonlight Fragrance to finalize my onboarding process, feeling great. Just as I received my employee badge and was about to head to the restroom, I unexpectedly spotted Roger and Emilia in the hallway. They were cornering one of my vice presidents, Bruce Jones, pleading desperately. “Mr. Jones, this proposal took me a whole week to put together! I’ve aged years over this! Please, just take another look! Didn’t you say you were optimistic about our company? I even mortgaged my house to get this project! You can’t just cancel a partnership like this! I have a family to support; I can’t let them live under a bridge!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics. It was a shame, really. Their sympathy card yielded results only when I cared enough to buy into their sob stories. I mused, “Business is a battlefield; if you don’t have something compelling to offer, whining about your misfortunes won’t win you any favors.” Just as I turned to leave, Emilia caught sight of me. She rushed over, blocking my path. “Rebecca? What are you doing here? You’re not following us, are you?”   I brushed her hand away and said, “I work here now.” Emilia froze for a moment, her gaze dropping to my chest, where my employee badge peeked out. She grabbed my shirt with a fierce grip. “So that’s why the collaboration suddenly fell through! You’re the one pulling the strings behind our backs! You little traitor, I’m going to make sure everyone in this company sees your true colors!” In the past, I rarely made public appearances, so not many people knew me. I had just finished my onboarding and hadn’t even had a chance to attend a meeting yet. But with her shouting, curious eyes from nearby offices were suddenly glued to us. I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, it was my decision to cancel the collaboration.” The moment Emilia heard that, she exploded. She pointed a finger at me, her voice dripping with venom. “Listen to that! She’s admitting it! She’s meddling in important company matters, which means she’s probably sleeping with some top executive and whispering sweet nothings in their ear!” She glanced back at Bruce, who wore an awkward expression, and instantly felt vindicated. “No wonder the deal just vanished without a trace! I underestimated you, Rebecca! You think you’re so special just because you’ve hooked up with Mr. Jones! You two are nothing but a pair of immoral lovers, and I’ve caught you red-handed! You want to make my life miserable? Well, today I’ll tear off your masks and reveal your true selves to everyone!” As she spoke, she tugged on Roger’s sleeve, signaling him to back her up. Roger glanced between me and her and finally spoke up. “Rebecca, you’ve really embarrassed our family! We’re cutting ties with you; I don’t want a sister like you!” I looked at them with a cold smile. “Cutting ties? Fine by me; I couldn’t care less. But Emilia, in public, you’d better be ready to stand by your words!” Emilia, sensing my lack of immediate rebuttal, grew even more confident. “I absolutely will, because everything I said is the truth!” Just as her words hung in the air, Mia strode toward us with a chilly expression. Everyone recognized her as the new president’s right-hand woman. The atmosphere shifted; people quietly paused their work, eager to see how this drama would unfold. Emilia’s eyes lit up when she saw Mia, her gaze growing even more arrogant and smug. She jabbed a finger at me. “Ms. Ridley, this is my husband’s morally bankrupt sister. “She got expelled from school for drunk driving and doesn’t even have a college degree! She’s only here because she sleeps with men, managing to worm her way into a prestigious company like Moonlight Fragrance! “How can the company allow such filth to tarnish its reputation? You need to fire these two scoundrels immediately!” The room suddenly became deathly quiet. Emilia seemed convinced that I was about to get my comeuppance. But the next second, a sharp slap echoed through the hallway as a loud crack rang out against Emilia’s face. “She is the newly appointed CEO of Moonlight Fragrance, not someone you lowly scum can casually slander!”

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After five years of marriage, I asked Wesley Harrington for a divorce. He disagreed and begged me not to get a divorce with red eyes until I took out his stethoscope. There were cartoon stickers with Ultraman and some shallow teeth marks on the stethoscope. “What I saw in your office is your newly replaced stethoscope, right? “Your son should like it very much.”   I went to Wesley’s office to pick him up. His colleague from the hospital said he was in a meeting, so I waited in the office for a while. I saw the stethoscope in the drawer that he had not yet closed. There were densely packed Ultraman stickers on it. Some of them had curled edges, obviously due to frequent use. It looked particularly out of place among his usually minimalist items. I suddenly felt uncomfortable and like something was wrong. I remembered that before Wesley was promoted to attending physician, he often had to rotate. However, every time it was the pediatrics’ turn, he sighed. I asked him, and he just smiled helplessly, “It’s okay, and it’s just that the pressure in pediatrics is too great.” It was after we got married that I found out that Wesley hated children. He was a science student with a calm and organized personality who could not stand noisy and naughty children. Wesley felt that it was impossible to reason with children and that giving birth was too painful for women. It was a near-death experience and extremely damaging to the body. So, he hated children and everything childish. Could it be that this stethoscope belonged to another doctor? Did he just take the wrong one? Unable to resist my curiosity, I opened the half-closed drawer, took out the stethoscope, and examined it carefully. [WH] There was actually the abbreviation of Wesley’s name written on it. Next to the stethoscope, there was a photo of a little boy wearing an Ultraman cartoon T-shirt. That face was almost 60% similar to Wesley’s… I just felt a buzzing in my head. My mind went blank, and I just wanted to rush to the meeting room and loudly ask him who this kid was. However, as Wesley walked in, I still held back. I closed the drawer calmly without saying anything. When Wesley saw me coming to pick him up, he took off his coat, walked toward me with a smile, and put his arms around me. He said with a very intimate and gentle tone, “Honey, do you miss me?”

If it were in the past, I would definitely hug his narrow waist and bury my head in his neck and shoulders. The two of us snuggled together for a while, which was the tacit understanding we had formed over the years. But now, I pulled his hand off stiffly and took a step back. “Honey?” “There are people outside, so it will have a bad influence.” I turned my face away. In fact, there was no one outside, and even if there was, no one would be so blind as to disturb us. It was just that I felt uncomfortable… He had a faint fragrance on him, not the usual Bulgari scent, but a milky scent. My mind was a mess. Wouldn’t Wesley have a child outside? The child in the photo was about three or four years old. Three or four years ago, my company had just been established, and business was very busy. I spent my days traveling outside during those years. He also studied in a hospital in another province for a long time. Judging from the time, it was not impossible… However, I still had some doubts. Even on the way back, I drove absent-mindedly. I used the excuse of an emergency at work to meet a friend. As soon as I got home, I received an email from my friend. He obviously realized something was wrong, so he sent me a series of voice messages on WhatsApp: [Grace, why don’t you stop reading emails and talk to Wesley first? Maybe there’s some misunderstanding.] [Grace, if you have anything, call me. I’ll be there anytime.] I took a deep breath and opened the email attachment anyway. Look at the driving address record of Wesley’s car, such as Kingston Maternity and Child Hospital, Kingston Maternal and Child Health Center, Baby Maternity Center, Maternal and Child Store, Genius Early Education Institution, and the photo of the little boy, who was wearing an Ultraman children’s watch in the passenger seat, I felt as if I was struck by lightning, and I stood there motionless. Even though I already had a guess in my heart, the moment I saw the evidence, I was willing to completely believe that Wesley had a child with someone else. But we had been married for five years, and he was the one who said he felt sorry for me and wanted to be a DINK, and he was the one who kept saying we didn’t want children. I thought he felt sorry for me going through the pain of childbirth. Not only did I cover up for him, but I also took the blame on myself just to protect him from criticism. If Wesley regretted it, we could have a child. But why? Why did he have a child with someone else? Why did Wesley hide it from me, stab me in the back, and cheat on me? What was I to him, a sucker who paid for him and helped him build his reputation? Looking at Wesley’s back as he fell asleep, I lay down silently with my back against him. I did not want to make excuses for him anymore, and I did not want to help him, either. Cheating was cheating. Since Wesley had made the choice on his own initiative, I did not want to hear his explanation anymore. Then, we should get a divorce.

Wesley got up late in the morning. As soon as he came out and saw me packing my things, he came up to me with a smile. “Are you going on a business trip again??” Wesley hugged me from behind and kissed my ear. “Ms. Lewis, what big deal are you going to do this time? Where are you going to do the research?” I dodged calmly and said in a calm tone, “I’ll go to Kingston and take a look at the market for early childhood education institutions.” Wesley was stunned, and then his gentle smile returned. “Why do you suddenly want to do early childhood education? Didn’t you say that early childhood education is complicated and unprofitable?” I was in the business of investing in shops, and I was afraid that he would not like it, so I did not develop this market. But now… I answered casually, “Some children’s products are really good now, and I think the children’s market is quite large.” Then, I squatted down, took out a small box from the suitcase, and handed it to Wesley. He took it easily. The moment he opened it, his smile froze on his face. “Is this…an Ultraman’s watch?” Inside the box was a children’s watch, a style signed by Ultraman. This was a style that little boys particularly liked, and it was also the style worn by the little boy in the passenger seat. Wesley slowly put the watch in the box and said softly, “It’s true. Children’s things are now made very well and look very decent.” “Really? How about I give this to you? Your colleague’s child isn’t very old yet.” “No, no, he has a daughter, and his daughter definitely won’t like this.” Wesley stuffed the watch into my hand and went to the kitchen. It seemed that he was avoiding something. We had been married for five years and had known each other for nine years. Since our freshman year, we had been in a romantic relationship and we were each other’s first love. Everyone thought that my appearance was generally not suitable for handsome guys like Wesley and that we would break up after graduating from college. However, we broke the curse. Because I loved Wesley deeply, I, a woman, got through the most difficult days of starting my own business to make more money and give our little family a better future. But now, all the evidence and signs pointed to me that he had a child with someone else. For someone who hated children so much, how much must he love someone to be willing to have a child with someone else? Besides, Wesley was a doctor. As long as he did not want to and did not have such thoughts, there was no way this child could be born safely. Or did he want a child but just did not want to have him with me? Actually, if I thought about it carefully, Wesley was not perfect. Last month, he sent an express delivery to our home. Because it had to be opened and confirmed before signing for it, I opened it on the spot. It was a wooden horse toy. Wesley said it was a gift for his colleague’s child and it was sent to our home by mistake. At that time, he would still make excuses and was afraid that I would find out. But now, Wesley could not wait to be with his child. His love for his child had long blinded his eyes. It was so obvious, and he didn’t hide it, so I thought he didn’t care about it anymore. Memories came flooding back to me, and I thought of a certain night again. We held each other tightly, and when our passion reached its peak, Wesley hugged me. He used a pair of passionate eyes, and his tone was filled with unprecedented desire. “Honey, let’s have a baby, shall we?” I was stunned for a moment. Had he forgotten how determined he was to not have children? As we got engaged, he told both sets of parents that I didn’t want children. I got angry later, but Wesley explained it to me. He said that because he was a doctor, he understood the pain that women went through during childbirth. Wesley thought that I was the person he loved most in the world and that we could be happy together for the rest of our lives. I looked at his confident look and his red eyes, feeling moved. I took care of everything in the family by myself, promised not to have children, to stay together with him, and not to let him down. But what about now? Wesley was the one who proposed the rules, but he was the first to break them.   I contacted a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement. I had evidence of his infidelity, so the lawyer was ruthless in dividing our property. It was already early morning when I finished this task. As I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. As soon as I opened my phone, all the messages from WhatsApp and calls were from Wesley. [Has the plane landed? Why didn’t you let me know you are safe?] [Is your phone out of battery? Call me back when you get to the hotel.] [No matter how busy you are, you must take care of yourself and go to bed early. Tomorrow, it will cool down, so wear a thicker coat.] [Good night, honey.] Wesley’s concern for me was indeed meticulous, and I could not deny that. Even though he was a doctor and was very busy at work, he still made time to take care of me. Every late night as I came back from a party, he would prepare a glass of honey water and wait for me with a light on. Sometimes, it was too late, and Wesley would lie down on the dining table and take a nap. I had said it many times, but he would still wait for me to come back, take care of me, and help me sleep. Knowing that I had a lot of social engagements, Wesley always helped me iron my clothes carefully. Even if he was working the night shift, he would pack my suitcase for me before going out. Every time I had stomach discomfort, Wesley would frown and carefully remind me to eat more vitamins and less spicy food. Whenever he had time, he cooked for me and made my favorite steak. I had never liked eating vegetables. Therefore, Wesley cooked many different kinds of vegetables just so that I could eat more. Sometimes, I teased him by saying it tasted bad. He would even pretend to be angry and hold out his hands to complain, “I burned my hands making this meal and got blisters, and you don’t even feel sorry for me!” Seeing that I was reluctant, Wesley immediately put the vegetables into my plate with an expression as if his trick had succeeded. “If you feel sorry for me, you should eat more green vegetables. You usually drink a lot of alcohol, so you need to supplement more dietary fiber to keep your body healthy.” I remembered as I was in college, I had a high fever in the middle of the night. In a daze, I saw him crying and feeding me medicine. Even though his professional knowledge told him that I was fine, Wesley still couldn’t stop feeling heartbroken. But last month, I caught the flu and had a high fever at home. He didn’t even make a phone call and just sent me a text message to remind me to drink more water and take medicine. There were also a few times when I returned home late at night from a business trip. I held the gift I bought for him in my hand, but I found that the house was dark, and there was nothing on the table. The next morning, there was no one beside me. There was only a message on WhatsApp saying that he was very busy on the night shift and asked me not to wait for him at night recently. I always attributed these little things to the fact that love would always turn into family affection. After a long time, all couples were like this. But now, as I thought about it, I just felt that I was so stupid. Although the details spoke for themselves, it was so obvious that he did not love me anymore. Unconsciously, I turned the wedding ring on my ring finger, and finally, I took it off. Looking at the “GW” engraved on the inner ring of the wedding ring and thinking of the vows we made, I just found it ridiculous. I should have awakened now. A man who cheated on me was already dirty, so I should stop being nostalgic.

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On the seventh wedding anniversary, my husband’s unrelated aunt posted a group photo and her pregnancy test report on Instagram with the caption: [Thank you for being by my side and giving me a child.] Looking at the two men in the photo, Kayla Moore, my mother-in-law, and I, Brenda Taylor, looked at each other. Those two men in the group photo were my husband, Sean Nelson, and my father-in-law, Frank Nelson. In the photo, three hands overlapped and touched the slightly swollen belly. This scene looked particularly warm. Kayla and I liked the post without any mood swings. The next second, our phones rang at the same time. We answered the calls. “What do you want? You can’t get pregnant. Are you jealous of my aunt? How could you be so mean?” “I just treat her as my sister. Why are you still so jealous at such an old age?” Sean and Frank scolded us with disgust. Kayla and I hung up the phone in tacit understanding and then took off our rings. But later, Sean and Frank all regretted it and even threatened to commit suicide to beg our forgiveness. Sean cried, “Don’t leave me. I have always loved you. Please. I can’t live without you.” … Ever since Sean’s aunt, Angela Nelson, got pregnant, Sean and Frank had not come back home. Surprisingly, all of them were at home today. “Brenda, don’t make a fuss, okay? Angela is my aunt, and her child is my family’s,” Sean frowned and looked at me impatiently. Then, he looked at the opened suitcase. “Why are you jealous of Angela?” His tone became more and more impatient. “I’m not jealous. You’re overthinking it,” I said without looking up at Sean. “You’re not jealous? Every time we have a fight, you start packing as if you are going to leave. Do you think I don’t know what you are thinking? You have no friends or relatives. Where can you go?” Sean seemed to have a sneer as he spoke. I was shocked, staring at Sean in disbelief. I was an orphan. My parents died in an accident when I was very young, leaving me a large inheritance. My relatives fought for my custody rights to get the inheritance. However, they started abusing me after getting what they wanted. In the darkest hour, Sean came into my life like a ray of light. I had thought he could give me a home and warmth, but later, I found out that he caused all the hardships I had encountered after we had been together. Sean had been my salvation in my youth, and now, he was the cause of my distress. Every time Sean quarreled with me was because of Angela. And when I packed, Sean would only look at me coldly. Sean said indifferently, “Whatever. Just go.” He even wanted to divorce me for Angela. “That’s my luggage,” Kayla suddenly said. Sean sighed, “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Brenda is jealous. You are getting old. How could you be so naive like her?” Frank stood aside, echoing, “Kayla, we’ve been a couple for so many years. Don’t you know that I’ve always treated Angela as my sister? Why are you as jealous as young girls?” He blamed me and Kayla and thought we were stirring up trouble. Kayla and I looked at the two men in front of us with disappointment. We had lived together for years, but we didn’t expect them to comment on us with such mean words. Kayla couldn’t help but sneer, “Your sister? Have you forgotten that Angela is just an adopted daughter of the Nelson family? She is a single older woman. How did she get pregnant? Who is the father of her child?” Kayla looked at Sean with disappointment. Sean and Frank were left speechless by Kayla’s questions, looking at her in shock. Kayla was a gentle person. She had been a couple with Frank for more than 30 years, but she had never said to him in such a cold and sharp tone. I had always been obedient to Sean. Sean and Frank didn’t know how to reply. They stood there in silence for a long while. Sean wanted to take my hand to ease the tense atmosphere, but I shook his hand off. Sean was shocked again, looking a little sullen. He said in a commanding voice, “Stop that now, Brenda. You’ve misled my mom.” Frank sat on the sofa, ordering Kayla as usual. “Is the coffee ready? You’re not young, but you’re still jealous. I really don’t understand why you have to turn against Angela for so many years.” Kayla did not bring Frank the coffee she had prepared in advance as she did in the past. “Whatever. I’m not a servant,” Kayla said and then went to her room.

Frank stood up angrily, pointed at Kayla’s back, and started cursing. “You are getting old, but you are still so jealous. If I had known this, I shouldn’t have married you.” Seeing this, Sean and I were stunned. I didn’t know why Frank suddenly became furious this time. In my impression, he was a mild-tempered man. Looking at Kayla’s sad and disappointed back, I seemed to see my future. I suddenly further strengthened my determination to divorce. I stroked my belly and didn’t say anything. This fight ended in silence. I turned around and went back to the room. Sean and Frank saw the attitude of me and Kayla, and they slammed the door and left. Before leaving, Sean looked at me with disdain and said, “Whatever you think. Brenda, don’t regret it.” I was not surprised to hear this. Whenever we quarreled, I was the one who took the initiative to apologize and tried my best to beg Sean to forgive me. But I would never do that in the future. Looking at the wedding photos on the wall, I forced a bitter smile. In fact, I had a happy life with Sean before. However, Angela destroyed it after she had returned from abroad. Kayla had told me that Angela was the adopted daughter of the Nelson family and was 15 years younger than Frank. Angela’s parents and Frank’s father were good friends. But Angela’s parents had died in a natural disaster. At the time, Angela was only 3 years old. Sean had been with Angela a lot since she came back from abroad. I hadn’t noticed anything unusual at the very beginning. I only thought Angela’s relationship with Frank and Sean was a little bit unlike that of among family members. Later, Angela’s behaviors became more and more excessive. She even called Sean late at night, saying that she was afraid of thunder and wanted him to accompany her. Even Frank couldn’t remain calm after hearing this. Therefore, the two of them often went to a single woman’s house on rainy nights. What was more, Angela always mentioned to me, intentionally or unintentionally, how unique she was to Sean. She even took away Sean and Frank’s lucky charms that Kayla had gotten with great effort. Sean and I had many quarrels because of Angela. “Angela is just my aunt. My grandpa has passed away, and she only has two of us. How can you be so vicious? Don’t defile our family affection with your dirty thoughts,” Sean said coldly and looked at me with disdain. Kayla came in and handed me a tissue. Only then did I realize that my face was wet with tears. I calmed myself down and forced a smile. “I’m fine, Kayla.” “Have you thought about it? Are you sure you don’t want to tell Sean about your pregnancy?” Kayla looked at me with concern, feeling distressed for me. “I’ve made up my mind. I want to give birth to this child and divorce Sean. With my savings and ability, I can raise the child alone.” I stroked my belly. Although I was only a month pregnant, I could feel the presence of this child. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry to get you involved.” Kayla hugged me gently. I was weeping silently. Upon hearing this, I could no longer control my emotions and cried. I didn’t know whether I was crying for myself, for my failed marriage, or my stupidity. How stupid I was. I actually wanted a man to give me happiness.

I said, “Kayla, no matter what happens between me and Sean, you will always be my family and the grandma of the baby in my belly. “But you… Have you really thought it through? What if Frank doesn’t agree to a divorce?” I looked at Kayla with some worry. After all, it was easy to get married but difficult to get divorced nowadays. Kayla smiled. There was no sadness on her face but just unusual calmness. She kept stroking her bracelet. After a while, Kayla said firmly, “Even if Frank doesn’t agree, I’m determined to divorce him. After so many years, it’s time for me to live for myself.” Seeing her firm attitude, I felt relieved. We packed as quickly as possible and prepared to head to my apartment. When we arrived at the gate, a car drove over at high speed. I didn’t even have time to react before Kayla quickly pulled me back. But we still fell to the ground. I was frightened. Besides, because of the emotional fluctuations just now, I fainted on the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the ceiling of the hospital. Kayla asked me anxiously, “Are you feeling unwell? I’ll go call the doctor.” I shook my head, and I seemed to know that something had happened. I stared at the ceiling blankly and asked calmly, “Is the baby gone?” Kayla paused for a while and then sighed, “The baby saved you and left.” I didn’t even shed tears. People wouldn’t cry when they were in great grief. I had seen the license plate number of the car that had almost hit me. The car was Angela’s, but the driver was a strange man. In despair, I glanced at Kayla and said, “I’ll let them pay the price.” Kayla and I made an appointment to see Angela. Angela looked at us arrogantly. There was no trace of the gentleness she had always shown in front of Sean and Frank. Angela said with a smug smile, “Kayla, you already know that I’m pregnant with the heir of the Nelson family, right?” Kayla and I just looked at her indifferently as if we were looking at a clown. Angela added arrogantly, “The only heir of the Nelson family.” Kayla said calmly, “Enough. We are here to ask you for a favor. Cooperate with me, and I will give up my position as the hostess of the Nelson family to you.” Angela was surprised. “I’m serious. I want to divorce Frank, your unrelated brother.” Kayla raised her voice and deliberately emphasized the word “brother”. It attracted people around to look over curiously. Kayla handed Angela two divorce agreements. “Let Sean and Frank sign the two divorce agreements. I promise not to bother you anymore, and I will divorce Frank immediately.” Angela glanced at me with a puzzled look. I said, “I haven’t divorced Sean yet. You are his aunt, and I respect you as my elder. I don’t think you want me to reveal whose baby you’re carrying, right?” Angela didn’t say anything, but there was a trace of embarrassment on her face. She snorted, “You are talking nonsense. Is this how your mother taught you to talk to elders? You underbred bitch.” Angela broke the last peace between us. Kayla no longer cared about her dignity, and her voice gradually became louder. “Who do you think you are? Angela, don’t forget that you are just the adopted daughter of the Nelson family. “Even if Brenda and Sean are divorced, you are still Sean’s aunt.” Kayla looked fierce and stood in front of me to protect me. Angela seemed to be angered. She didn’t say anything but just glared at us with bloodshot eyes.   Frank had sterilization after Kayla had given birth to Sean, and no one else knew about this. Even I had just known about it. Therefore, the child in Angela’s belly couldn’t be Frank’s. There were only two possibilities left. The child was Sean’s, or it was another man’s. Angela finally agreed. After Kayla and I moved into the apartment, we began preparing for the divorce. We instructed the best lawyer and asked him to let Frank and Sean leave with nothing. We also provided many intimate photos of Frank, Sean, and Angela as evidence. It turned out that Kayla had been preparing for this long ago. I looked at Kayla. Her hair had turned a little gray, but she was still elegant and gentle. I felt distressed for her. I didn’t know what she had been through before or how deeply she had been hurt. Kayla sighed, “Brenda, do you think I’m throwing a tantrum? I’m already in my 50s, and I actually want to get a divorce.” I patted Kayla on her shoulder gently. “You are right. It’s never too late to start over. It’s the same for me.” Kayla used to be a painter. But after getting married, she gave up her beloved career and devoted herself to her family. Later, after having Sean, she became a full-time housewife. When Sean and I were married, he had asked me to quit my job and stay at home to be a housewife, but I refused. I had depended on others for a living since I was a child. Although I relied on Sean, I knew very well that I needed to work and had the ability to support myself. Angela was efficient. Two days later, she gave me the signed divorce agreement. I looked at Sean’s signature on the divorce agreement. It was familiar but strange. Sean and I had spent three years getting to know each other and had fallen in love for three years, and we had been married for seven years. All my youth was devoted to him, but what did I get in the end? I never doubted sincerity, but it changed rapidly. Just after I received the divorce agreement, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. Sean yelled on the other end of the phone, “Brenda, where on earth did you go? “I’ve already told you that Angela is my aunt. Why are you so jealous? You dared run away from home with my mom. You’d better send my mom back as soon as possible, or I will never forgive you. “If anything happens to my mom, you’ll be doomed.” Hearing Sean’s roar, I decisively hung up the phone. I had blocked all of Sean’s contact information after I moved out. Sean had called me countless times with different phone numbers, and I had blocked all of them. I thought I would not see Sean again during this period, but when I got off work, I saw him downstairs of the company. “What’s wrong with you? You scared Angela. She’s pregnant. You can’t get pregnant, so you want to kill her child, huh?” Sean glared at me. “Angela heard that you ran away from home, but she insisted on giving you this scarf to express her apology. She likes it so much and has only worn it a few times.” Sean looked at me with disdain and contempt, and then he rudely stuffed the gift box into my hands. I didn’t want the gift and pushed it back. Sean snorted, “Take it, Brenda.” Suddenly, he pushed me hard to the ground.

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I found my son’s diary. He had written: [Mom and Dad fought again. I hope they don’t get divorced.] It seemed like a childish complaint, but I froze when I read the next line. [If they get divorced, people will call Ms. Hughes a homewrecker.] [Dad said he’d protect her, so let’s just put up with that nagging old lady a little longer.]   At four in the afternoon, I arrived at the kindergarten, holding a Marvel action figure I had waited three hours in line to buy. This was the toy my son, Ryan Scott, had been dreaming about for ages. Thinking about the joy on his face when he saw it, I almost forgot the burning pain in my arm from standing under the scorching sun. The dismissal bell rang, and children poured out of the school one after another. I scanned the crowd for Ryan. Then, a striking figure caught my eye. Unlike the other parents dressed casually for school pickup, she was elegant and fashionable, her long hair falling smoothly over her shoulders. She wore a wine-red dress that flowed to her pale ankles. If Ryan hadn’t rushed into her arms with a big grin, I might have mistaken her for a youthful mom. The teacher hesitated before asking, “Excuse me, you are?” Before the woman could respond, Ryan cheerfully wrapped his arms around her neck and exclaimed, “Ms. Wilson, this is my mom. Isn’t she pretty?” His voice was loud, every word clear as day to me. I stood frozen, my body cold as ice. Joyce Wilson, doing her due diligence, asked again, “Then who was picking you up before?” Without a moment’s thought, Ryan replied, “That was our nanny. Don’t ask so much. Today is my mom’s birthday, and my dad has been waiting for her for a long time.” Joyce offered the woman an apologetic smile. The woman gently patted Ryan’s head, her tone soft but firm. “Don’t talk like that. Apologize to your teacher.” Ryan stuck out his tongue playfully. “Sorry, Ms. Wilson.” Then he tightened his arms around her neck. He had never shown such affection for me. From the moment he could remember, he had grown to resent me, just like his father.

The two of them walked away. Unsettled, I followed them and stopped when I saw the woman get into a sleek Mercedes. It was my husband’s car. The four o’clock sun was still blazing, but it couldn’t thaw the chill spreading through my chest. The toy in my hand, slick with sweat, felt impossibly heavy. Trembling, I pulled out my phone, intending to call Daniel Scott, but accidentally opened my social media app instead. There, a new post from his company’s receptionist caught my eye. The photo showed a lavishly decorated birthday party with fresh flowers, pink balloons, and long tables lined with delicate dishes. At the center was a three-tiered cake I recognized from an online store. It required a three-month advance order and cost a fortune. The caption read: [Our company’s top-notch perks—our boss throws birthday parties for employees.] In the corner of the photo, a sliver of a navy-blue tie caught my attention. It was the tie I had picked out for Daniel that morning. My phone rang for a long time before he finally answered. I hesitated, not knowing how to start. Only after his second impatient prompt did I ask in a dry voice, “Are you coming home for dinner tonight?” His tone was curt. “No. Something is going on at work. I’ve already picked Ryan up and brought him here. Just eat on your own.” My fingers shook so much I nearly dropped the phone. “Should I bring you something to eat?” “No need. Don’t embarrass me by showing up here. Have you forgotten how you got mistaken for a door-to-door salesperson last time you came to drop off a file?” With that, he hung up. I let out a bitter laugh. A childish voice broke through my haze. He asked, “Madam, where did you get that toy? Can I touch it?” I looked down and realized my vision was blurry with tears. “It’s yours,” I said. The boy bowed in thanks, holding the toy tightly and running his hands over it again and again. That joy was what I had hoped to see on Ryan’s face. But I had forgotten. No matter how many toys I gave him over the years, the most I ever got was a dry “thanks.” Suddenly, I felt exhausted. I began to doubt if my seven years of marriage were still worth it.

On the way home, it started to rain heavily, and my phone died. Maybe it was because I sweated a lot during the day and then got rained on, but soon after I got home, I started to feel feverish. I managed to take a shower and lay down on the couch in the living room. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. Memories of me and Daniel played in my mind like a slideshow. I had a brother who was two years younger than me. Our family was not wealthy, but we were close. There were no dramatic stories of favoring the son over the daughter. When my brother was in his senior year of high school, he was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. His condition worsened quickly. Our family’s savings were spent on hospital bills, and my dad’s hair turned gray overnight. When we were out of money, my dad decided to borrow from our relatives. He never came back. There was a tunnel collapse on the highway, and we lost the pillar of our family. My mom was heartbroken and ended up in the ICU. I had to be strong and arrange my dad’s funeral. Then I had to take care of my mom and my brother in the hospital. But soon, my brother passed away too. It was then that Daniel’s parents showed up. They said my brother’s kidney was a match for their son. If we agreed, they would take care of me and my mom financially. I understood their desperation to save their son. I went with them to Daniel’s hospital room. He was on a ventilator, his chest barely moving. My mom walked into the room. She looked at Daniel for a long time, shaking. Finally, she said, “We can agree, but I have one condition. “After the surgery, let him marry my daughter.”   The sound of heavy rain and thunder woke me up from my dream. My headache hadn’t gotten any better. I found my fully charged phone. It was 10 PM, but my husband and son were still not home. I felt terrible, so I called Daniel. But no one answered. I checked the front desk’s social media updates. I saw a picture of Ryan with the woman I saw earlier and Daniel. They were kissing Ryan’s face. They were smiling and happy. The caption read: [Birthday party ended successfully.] I took a deep breath and decided not to call again. I got up to find some medicine. After searching for a while, I remembered I had left the medicine on Ryan’s desk when he was sick. When I finally found the medicine, I noticed a diary on the desk. I picked it up and read Ryan’s childish handwriting. [Mom and Dad fought again. I hope they don’t get divorced.] [If they get divorced, people will call Ms. Hughes a homewrecker.] [Dad said he’d protect her, so let’s just put up with that nagging old lady a little longer.] I couldn’t believe these words came from my son. When Daniel was rarely home and didn’t talk to me much, Ryan used to stick close to me. After marrying Daniel, I didn’t socialize much and focused on Ryan. I hoped that even if I didn’t get love from Daniel, at least Ryan would love me. But ever since Ryan turned five and found out about the circumstances of my marriage, he never looked at me the same way. He stopped calling me mom and broke all the crafts we made together. Whenever I sat at the dinner table, he would leave. I had to wait until he finished eating to have my meal. Even the maids talked about how pitiful I was, saying at least they got their meals. As the lady of the house, I had to eat leftovers. Daniel heard them but did nothing. Maybe the medicine was working, because my mind started to clear up. I flipped through the diary and saw more complaints about me. He hated me picking him up from school because he thought I was embarrassing. He hated me being in the house because he thought his dad didn’t care about him when I was around. He wished for a new mom, preferably Ivy Hughes. Both he and his dad liked her. After reading all this, I put down the diary. If they liked her so much, I would grant their wish.   At two in the morning, I was woken by noises outside the room. When I got up, I saw Daniel lying on the living room sofa. On the floor, Ryan was already fast asleep. Daniel tugged at his tie, mumbling something. I moved closer and heard him say, “Emily, water… bring me some water.” Ryan looked exhausted. He usually wouldn’t sleep unless I read him fairy tales for two hours, but tonight, he slept soundly even on the cold floor. I went to the kitchen, filled a basin with water, added some ice cubes, and splashed it right on them. The icy water startled them awake immediately. Ryan screamed and slapped the water off his clothes. He shouted, “Are you crazy? Pouring freezing water on me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll get sick? “Do you even know how expensive this outfit is?” I glanced at him and sneered. The expensive clothes I dressed him in this morning had already been replaced by a cheap T-shirt with an Iron Man print. Daniel, usually calm and indifferent, now looked visibly angry. He barked, “Emily, what are you doing?” I spoke calmly. “You just asked me to get you water.” He frowned, confused. “I meant honey water, like always.” When we first got married, I asked a relationship expert how to maintain a marriage without love. She said love grew in the little details of life. So, I tried to be the giving one. Whenever Daniel came home late, smelling of alcohol, I acted like a housekeeper. I prepared his bath and brought him a warm cup of honey water. The next morning, I would cook oatmeal for him before he woke up. If I ever suggested he change his lifestyle, he’d resist silently. He’d pour out the oatmeal I made or come home even later the next day. Without love, our marriage was a struggle. When I realized this, I suddenly felt relieved. I heard myself say, “Daniel, let’s divorce. “I want the house and car. You can keep Ryan.”

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The night before the wedding anniversary, my husband’s first love called him countless times. Erik Walker, my husband, hugged me and ignored the phone calls. I asked, “Don’t you want to answer it? What if there is something urgent?” Erik resolutely said he would not answer it, and he had let the past go. However, at the wedding anniversary banquet, when he learned the news of his first love’s death, he burst into tears in front of so many guests. Seeing Erik about to leave, I hurriedly stopped him. Erik glared at me and said, “Molly is dead. Now you have got the result you wanted, right?” I was stunned.Erik pulled my hand off his arm and left without hesitation. It was not until Erik had left for a long while that I finally came back to my senses. The hatred in his eyes, mixed with malice and resentment, almost collapsed me. Lisa, Erik’s mom, came up to support me and stamped her foot. “Erik is crazy.” I calmed down, turned around to apologize to all the guests, and explained that there was an emergency at the company, so Erik went there to handle it. The guests had seen what had just happened, so they knew what I said was to ease the atmosphere. The guests looked at me with contempt, disdain, and a hint of sympathy. It was ridiculous. At the wedding anniversary banquet, my husband left me in embarrassment without hesitation for his first love. A mutual friend held up a glass of wine and seemed to comfort me. “Respect the deceased.” I didn’t say anything. Erik’s action was understandable. People would feel sad if it was an ordinary friend who died, let alone the first love. Before Erick left, he had asked me whether I had gotten the result I wanted. I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know what I had done wrong. Last night, Erik’s first love, Molly Jefferson, had called him many times. I had asked Erik if he wanted to answer, and he had resolutely refused. The constant phone calls annoyed Erik, so he turned off the phone and hugged me tightly. “It’s noisy. I just want to be with you, honey. Don’t persuade me to answer it, and don’t doubt my love for you, okay?” I had really thought Erik had forgotten Molly and had really loved me after we had been married for five years. I was wrong.

After seeing off the last group of guests, I dragged myself back home. This banquet was simply grueling for me. The house was in a mess. Erik’s sobbing could be heard from the bedroom. He cried so hard that he looked like he was going to be out of his breath. Erik had cried like this before when he had accidentally lost his wedding ring in the travel. I had coaxed him for a long time and bought him new rings before he stopped crying. But tonight, he was crying for another woman. I picked up the pillow from the floor and asked softly, “Is there anything you are dissatisfied with at home?” Erik didn’t answer but asked me with sobs, “If I had answered the phone last night, would I have been able to see Molly for the last time?” “Then what?” I said calmly. Erik paused, not knowing how to reply. After I cleaned up the messy house, an inexplicable tiredness swept over me. Erik suddenly got up from the bed. He opened the wardrobe, pulled out his suitcase, and stuffed clothes into it. Every piece of clothing that I had ironed, sorted, and folded was thrown and stuffed in the suitcase. I reminded Erik, “I’ve packed your clothes for the business trip. It’s the pile on the far right.” Erik didn’t look at me at all but just kept looking for his clothes. He rummaged through the wardrobe, and clothes were thrown everywhere. He was panicking because he couldn’t find the shirt he wanted. Grabbing my shoulders and shaking me, Erik asked anxiously, “Where’s my shirt, the one with the ink stain on the collar?” I said, “It has turned yellow, so I donated it. Anyway, you have so many white shirts.” Erik glared at me and said with a fierce look, “How dare you throw my things?” He suddenly slapped me. I felt dizzy, covered my cheek, and subconsciously leaned against the door. As our life got better, I bought a lot of clothes, and I donated many of them that I couldn’t wear anymore. Erik had praised that I was kind and told me that I could do whatever I wanted with his old clothes. I suddenly felt at a loss. Erik was not planning on going on a business trip. He just wanted to wear the clothes given by his first love and see her for the last time. The wedding anniversary should have been held two days later, but the company’s business trip could not be postponed, so Erik deliberately moved the banquet forward. I thought it was troublesome. “Why don’t we just not have the banquet this year? It will be enough for us to just have dinner together.” Erik kissed me tenderly. “The banquet is necessary. Baby, you deserve all the best.” However, after knowing Molly’s death, he postponed his business trip to attend the funeral. In which capacity did Erik attend Molly’s funeral? An ordinary friend? They once loved each other deeply. A former lover? It was ridiculed. I watched Erik pack in a hurry. He took off his wedding ring and placed it on the shoe cabinet. Perhaps I had to think carefully about whether this marriage could continue.

I was at work when Jacob Devon, Erik’s assistant, called me. Jacob asked me, “Noelle, can you contact Erik? He disappeared after sending me the plan. I’m just here to serve as a foil. I don’t know too much about the plan at all.” I checked WhatsApp. I had sent Erik more than a dozen messages, but he hadn’t replied yet. He seemed to be annoyed by my urging and actually blocked me. I said to Jacob, “Maybe Erik is too busy. I’ll call him. I’m sorry, Jacob.” “Okay. Thank you, Noelle. I’ll wait for your reply.” Jacob hung up the phone. After Erik was promoted to manager, he was assigned an assistant. Jacob was quite smart, but he had little experience with business matters. I called Erik. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered until it ended automatically. I called a few more times, and Erik finally answered it. I heard a noise and Erik’s sobs. “Don’t keep calling me, okay? You are so annoying.” Erik was grieved as if it was his wife who had died. I was stunned. I didn’t expect Erik to talk to me with such an attitude, even though I had been mentally prepared. Besides, I heard a middle-aged woman’s crying. The woman said in a hoarse voice, “Erik, it would have been great if Molly had married you.” “Molly has had a hard time these years and has always wanted to see you, but you are married. It would be great if you could wait for her a little longer. “Then you would not have missed. You loved each other so much.” It turned out that Erik and Molly had reached the stage of getting married before. I pinched my arm hard and came to my senses. “Jacob said the project…” Before I could finish speaking, Erik interrupted me impatiently, “None of your business. I have already made arrangements for the business matters.” Realizing that he was being a little aggressive, Erik softened his voice and said, “Honey, I’m at Molly’s funeral. I’ll hang up and call you back.” After the call ended, I paused for a long while. Erik had forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary. But he was crying bitterly at his first love’s funeral. I could only send a message and apologize to Jacob, and he replied: [Don’t be sad, Noelle. Everything will be okay.] I was sad. Why did we have to endure this pain? How long would this pain last? Erik was so emotional that I wondered if he was thinking of his old lovers who had been with him when he was distracted before.   Erik had completely cut off contact with the company, and no one could find him. The company was almost in chaos, and someone was temporarily assigned to take over Erik’s position. Even though the preliminary work was done well, the cooperation failed in the end. After several days of Molly’s funeral, Erik came back with a child. The little girl was Coco, Molly’s daughter. She huddled behind Erik, looking pitiful and adorable. Erik smiled and introduced me to Coco, “She is Noelle. Say hello to her.” I had never heard Erik’s such gentle voice. If we had children, Erik might also be a loving father. But after five years of our marriage, I failed to get pregnant. I blamed myself. After we had check-ups, the reason why I couldn’t get pregnant was that Erik had weak sperm. Lisa begged me to keep it a secret for the sake of Erik’s reputation. I stroked Coco’s hair, and she obediently hugged my legs. She was a good girl, and I smiled at her. “Who is this girl?” I asked Erik. Erik hesitated and finally said, “She’s Coco, Molly’s daughter.” My smile froze when I heard this. Erik stood up and hugged me. “Honey, let’s adopt her!” Erik and Coco both held tightly. Someone who didn’t know the truth saw this warm scene would have thought we were a happy family of three. I felt very disappointed. “Is Coco’s father dead, too?” I asked calmly. Erik touched his nose in embarrassment and said, “No, but Molly’s husband definitely can’t take care of Coco alone. She needs a mother. “If her father remarries, no one will treat her well. Coco’s life will be miserable in the future.” I once heard a saying, “If parents do love their children, then they have to consider for them in the long run.” I didn’t have any deep feelings at that time, but today, I finally understood. I looked at Erik coldly. “These are your assumptions.” Erik said critically, “Noelle, when did you become so heartless?” Then, he softened his voice and added, “We don’t have any children anyway. Why don’t we adopt Coco?” I sneered, “Is it my problem that we don’t have children? “Coco’s father is still alive. You are not her relative. Why do you want to adopt her? “If you really care for the weak and like children, why don’t you adopt the children in the orphanage? After going there a few times, don’t you know that those who are still there are all disabled children? They need more concern. “You want to adopt Coco just because she is your first love’s child, right?” I looked into Coco’s bright eyes and covered her ears, not bearing to hurt her. Erik and I had an unprecedented quarrel.   I slammed the door and went to the guest room, leaving Erik standing there in anger. It turned out that it felt so good to quarrel with someone and just leave after scolding. Erik and I had quarreled before, and he had always been the one to slam the door and leave. Knowing what Erik meant, I couldn’t convince him, and he wouldn’t back down. I cried so hard that my pillow was wet with tears. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I quickly wiped away my tears and combed my hair to make myself look less embarrassed. Coco held a glass of milk and said, “Noelle, drink milk.” Coco looked so sweet, and her eyes were as bright as stars. I looked at the man not far behind her. Erik looked at us with a smile and said, “Honey, you forgot to drink milk.” I had poor quality of sleep, and the doctor said that drinking a glass of hot milk before going to bed could improve it. The woman who sent me fresh milk every day said with envy, “Your husband is so considerate.” Erik would heat a glass for me every night. When he was too late to come back from social events, he would send me a message to remind me and ask me to take a picture of a glass of milk for him to check. I was distracted, reflecting on myself and wondering if I was too sensitive. However, when he saw Coco’s eyes, which were similar to the ones in the photos Erik treasured in his drawer, I forced a bitter smile. Erik said, “Honey, take it. Coco’s hands are sore from holding it.” His voice was so gentle. I smiled and said, “No. She needs to drink milk to supplement nutrition. Give it to her.” Then, I turned around and closed the door. The next moment, I lost all my strength, leaned against the door, and slumped to the floor. I could hear Erik comforting Coco outside. “It’s okay, baby. Your new mother will definitely like you. I won’t send you back.” I felt suffocated. Suddenly, a message alert tone woke me up. I checked the messages: [Molly’s husband is a good man. He treats Molly very well. Molly doesn’t need to do any housework at home or go to work. She just goes out to play every day. Her husband takes care of the child.] [The only drawback is that Molly’s husband is not as rich as Erik, and his career is no match for Erik’s.] I was afraid that I would really push Coco into a terrible life because of my prejudice, so I asked someone to check Coco’s family. Coco’s father was not like someone who couldn’t take good care of his child. The fact was not like Erik had said.   Erik sent Coco to his parents’ house, but then he took her back awkwardly. On this matter, Erik’s parents and I were on the same side. Erik’s parents felt sorry for me, and they would definitely not allow Erik to adopt his old lover’s child. It was ridiculous. Lisa had been comforting me these two days. She had beaten and scolded Erik, but he insisted on adopting Coco. Lisa was a good person, but her son, Erik, was a bastard. I became a little disappointed. I thought I could just treat Erik as a partner. After all, it was not easy to meet such good parents-in-law. I even comforted myself that I could be a mother without any suffering. After all, giving birth was really painful. Coco was a little girl, and it was not difficult to take care of her. Erik squatted at the entrance and helped Coco change her shoes. He looked up and suddenly noticed my fingers, which had no ring on the fourth finger. Erik panicked instantly and hurried forward to take my hand, but I dodged him. He asked in a trembling voice, “Honey, where is your wedding ring? You… Did you lose it somewhere again?” I hadn’t been going anywhere these days. There was an only possibility, but Erik dared to say it. I glanced at the shoe cabinet. The wedding ring had been there for several days. Erik had sent Coco to school for several days, but all his attention was on Coco. He hadn’t noticed the ring at all. I just felt ridiculous. What was I still hoping for? After I had lost the previous one, I had carefully selected one for a long time. Every time Erik became impatient, he would kiss me hard, saying that it was a wedding ring and I couldn’t be perfunctory. Finally, we decided on this one. But the latter one was not as conspicuous as the previous one. Erik followed my gaze and saw the wedding ring. He panicked and staggered over to pick it up. The ring fell from his hand. He knelt to pick it up and wanted to put it back on my finger. I took a deep breath, stepped back, and distanced myself from Erik. “I don’t want to wear it. Erik, let’s get a divorce.”

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The year I registered my marriage with Isaac Nelson, I was in my first year of grad school. After leaving the courthouse, he rushed back to manage his company, while I headed off to focus on my studies. We didn’t see each other again until winter break, several months later. Full of excitement, I lugged my heavy suitcase to see him. But the person who opened the door was a strikingly beautiful woman. She eyed me warily and asked, “Who are you?” Before I could respond, Isaac stepped out from behind her. Isaac looked at me, his expression complicated, and spoke first, “She’s a relative staying at my place temporarily.” I opened my mouth, but my throat felt stuffed with cotton, and no words came out. Under Isaac’s cold, unreadable gaze, the words “I’m his wife” got stuck in my throat. After hesitating for a moment, I lowered my eyes and murmured, “Sorry to bother you.” At my words, Lucy Parker visibly relaxed. But her tone remained guarded, every word laced with an air of claiming territory. “Hi, sweetheart. “I’m Isaac’s girlfriend, Lucy Parker.” I responded with a quiet, hoarse “Oh.” She didn’t need to introduce herself. I had known who she was for two years. She was the woman Isaac had spent his youth pining for and could never forget. In my freshman year, I met my best friend, Ellie Nelson. Isaac was her uncle. After two years of liking him, I finally learned from Ellie that he had someone he loved but couldn’t have—a woman who was always out of reach. At twenty-seven, still single, it was clear Lucy was the reason. Ellie hadn’t told me any of this in the beginning. She said Isaac treated me differently and feared that if I knew, it would create a rift between us. It wouldn’t have mattered to me. Back then, I was full of naive courage. Even if I had known, I wouldn’t have backed down. I would’ve foolishly thought that if Isaac wasn’t over her yet, I’d just give him more time. I never expected to end up waiting another two years. During that time, he’d bring me gifts, trinkets from abroad, little things he thought I’d like. He even once skipped a million-dollar business deal just to bring me ibuprofen and supplements when I was suffering from unbearable cramps. Isaac treated me well but never acknowledged my feelings. By my senior year, after securing a place in grad school, I knew there was no future for us. The last time we met was at the same restaurant where we had our first meeting. I smiled, finally coming to terms with it. I joked, “Isaac, I’m heading to Tanaxes for school. “Congrats! Finally free from me, huh?” But by the end, my voice inevitably grew heavy. “Sorry for bothering you for the past four years.” What I didn’t expect was for Isaac to suddenly pull out a ring. He asked, “Lilian, will you marry me?” Of course, I said yes. I didn’t question his reasons; I simply thought my patience had finally paid off. After we registered our marriage, I had to leave for the start of grad school. Isaac was busy running his company, and I moved to Tanaxes. I pulled several all-nighters to finish my assignments early, eager to see him. Then I returned here, only to watch my dream shatter before my eyes. At that moment, I knew what I should do. I could rage, demand answers, or cause a scene. Yet, I felt I had no right to do any of it. After all, I had always suspected there was more to this marriage than met the eye. For some reason, I chose not to ask. I was afraid Isaac might regret his decision. I just didn’t expect my fears to manifest so quickly. Lost in thought, I barely noticed when Isaac took my heavy suitcase. He walked ahead, placing my things in the guest room next to his bedroom. After settling my belongings, he didn’t leave right away. I felt utterly exhausted and just wanted to lie down in peace. So, I softly asked him to leave. “Mr. Nelson, your girlfriend is still waiting outside.” Isaac studied me with his deep, penetrating gaze. After a long pause, he finally explained, “Lucy is not my girlfriend.” Whether that was true or not no longer mattered—not after Lucy moved in or when Isaac denied our relationship.

I tugged at my lips numbly, but deep down, a trace of bitterness lingered. “Isaac, if you can’t forget her, why did you marry me?” I sighed and continued, “Let’s get a divorce.” As soon as I said it, Isaac’s handsome brows furrowed tightly. He shot me a disapproving look and said irritably, “Stop being ridiculous. “Give me some time. I’ll take care of it.” I didn’t respond, letting the silence speak for itself. It all felt rather laughable. If he could really handle it, he wouldn’t keep wavering between two women. Fortunately, the tense silence didn’t last long. Lucy suddenly walked in with a cheerful smile. She looped her arm around Isaac’s and pouted playfully. “What are you doing here? “Come help me with dinner. We still have guests to entertain,” she added. She made a point to emphasize the word “guests.” Then, she threw me a pointed look as if issuing a warning. I knew exactly what Lucy meant—she was telling me to stay in my lane. Finally, Isaac shifted his gaze to Lucy. But he didn’t move. Instead, he pulled his arm away and said coldly, “We’re not a couple.” That explanation was clearly meant for me. Lucy’s expression shifted instantly at his words. She looked embarrassed but quickly regained her composure. She made a dissatisfied sound and pouted coyly. “We will be soon!” Before anyone could react, she leaned in and kissed Isaac on the lips. Whether it was hesitation or reluctance, Isaac didn’t dodge the kiss. He stood frozen for several seconds, letting Lucy pull him away. A wave of bitterness surged through my heart. Then again, I wasn’t surprised. Isaac had always been like this—one moment close, the next distant. One moment, he’d push me away; the next, he’d defend me like nothing happened. It made it impossible for me to let go. “But this time, I think I’m really done with him.” After they left, I didn’t react much and simply fell into a deep sleep. At some point, Isaac knocked on my door a few times, telling me to come down for dinner. But I was too exhausted and brushed him off with a few words. When I woke again, the world outside was pitch dark. The entire villa was shrouded in darkness. From downstairs, I heard Lucy’s bell-like laughter. “Isaac, does this look good?” she called out. “Oh, you’re so clumsy! Here, give it to me. I’ll take the picture,” she teased. Isaac’s voice, low and husky, cut through the stillness of the night with startling clarity. He replied patiently, “Sure, whatever you want.” Feeling a bit hungry, I went downstairs to grab something from the fridge. The villa’s front door was wide open. From there, I could clearly see Isaac holding a sparkler, letting Lucy pose him. In the faint glow, I could see the indulgence in his eyes. I must have made a noise that disturbed them. Lucy turned to look at me, her eyes brimming with smugness. “Lilian, want to join us?” she asked. “Isaac just took so many beautiful photos of me.” From a distance, I raised my voice to decline, “No thanks.” But Lucy insisted on coming over. She was holding a lit sparkler. A bad feeling surged in my chest. Sure enough, the next moment, she stumbled and lunged toward me. The burning tip of the sparkler was aimed right at my face. In that split second, I turned slightly to dodge. But it still grazed my right ear, burning it. Both Lucy and I let out a sharp scream. Isaac rushed over and pulled Lucy into his arms. “Where are you hurt?” he asked with concern.

Lucy shook her head pitifully. “I’m fine, just tripped over something earlier.” As she finished speaking, her gaze subtly shifted toward me. Isaac immediately understood. He lifted his head, his sharp eyes locking onto me. “Lilian, stop using such underhanded tricks.” I clutched my aching ear without a word, staring at him coldly. After a moment, Isaac finally realized something was off. “Why are you…” His words trailed off abruptly. I cut him off, my expression indifferent. “Isaac, let’s handle what I brought up today as soon as possible. “But you’re right about one thing—Lucy’s methods truly are disgraceful.” With that, I turned and left without a second thought. Back in my room, I immediately rinsed my ear with cold water. Fortunately, it was just a scrape—nothing serious. I checked my phone and saw several WhatsApp messages from my advisor. [Have you made up your mind? Do you want to join this project?] [This is a rare opportunity. It will greatly benefit both your studies and your future career.] He was referring to a project he was currently working on. Originally, they weren’t taking graduate students. But impressed by my abilities, he extended the offer to me. Unfortunately, the project required a full two-year commitment. I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere during that time. Without hesitation, I turned it down. Back then, I had just registered my marriage with Isaac and needed time for other things. My advisor hadn’t pressed me, asking me to think it over. And now, he had messaged me again. I replied decisively: [Professor, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll join the project after the break.] Four years had passed—it was time I let go of the past. Just after sending the message, a knock sounded at my door. Isaac’s voice came through. “Lilian, it’s me.” I really didn’t want to see him. So, I asked through the door, “What is it?” “I brought you some ointment,” he replied. He answered plainly. Too tired to argue, I flatly refused, “I don’t need it. Just leave.” Then, he opened the door from the outside and stepped in, his tall frame filling the room. Before I could react, he squeezed some ointment onto his finger and applied it to the burn. “Does it still hurt?” I frowned, ignoring his question. Instead, I got straight to the point, “Isaac, let’s set a time to go to the registry office.” Before the words fully landed, he suddenly hugged me. His voice was muffled, tinged with frustration. “I told you I’d take care of it.” I pushed him away, meeting his gaze with nothing but mockery in my eyes. “Are you lying to me, or to yourself? “If you really wanted to fix this, you’d get rid of Lucy and stand up for me. Instead, all you do is make empty promises and blame me for everything.” Hearing this, Isaac averted his gaze and stayed silent. Not long after, Lucy called him away again. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I should’ve seen this coming. That night, I packed my belongings, planning to move out in the next couple of days. I decided to minimize any interactions with them in the meantime. But Lucy sought me out anyway. With a sneer in her eyes, she said dismissively, “Your tricks for seducing men are something else. “Staying here, huh? I think you just want to be the lady of the house. Too bad Isaac will never want you. Little girl, stop coveting what’s not yours—or you’ll only end up hurting yourself.”   I stared at her calmly, a flicker of pity surfacing in my heart. “Lucy, have you ever considered that you might actually be the other woman? “And Isaac might not even care about you that much.” Her voice turned sharp the moment she heard this. Taking advantage of my distraction, she slapped me hard across the face and snapped, “You little liar! What nonsense are you spewing? Do you want me to throw you out right now?!” My cheek burned from the sting. I curled my lips into a smirk and slapped her back. Lucy fell to the ground from the impact. Towering over her, I looked down coldly and said, “What are you so scared of? “Afraid I’m telling the truth? Well, congratulations, you guessed it. “Isaac and I got legally married months ago. Do you know what that makes you? A homewrecker.” Saying those words felt incredibly satisfying. Lucy froze for a moment, but then she lunged at me. She tried to claw at my face with her long, sharp nails. “You liar! You’re full of it! “Everyone knows Isaac has loved me for a whole decade. “Why would he ever marry you? “I’ll tear apart that lying mouth of yours!” Her movements were fast and frenzied. Despite my efforts to fight her off, she managed to scratch several lines across my face. When Isaac arrived at the scene, this was what greeted him. He quickly pulled Lucy away and scolded, “What are you doing?” Her eyes brimmed with tears, and her face was full of grievance. “Isaac, throw her out! “She’s spreading lies, saying you married her. How is that even possible?” As soon as she finished speaking, Isaac turned to me. His gaze carried disapproval, reproach, and even a hint of surprise. It seemed like he hadn’t expected me to say it out loud. He called my name in a low voice, laced with warning, “Lilian.” Of course, I knew exactly what he meant. But I just smiled, refusing to play along. “What? Did I say something wrong?” In the tense silence, Lucy seemed to pick up on something. She clutched at Isaac’s sleeve cautiously, refusing to give up. “Isaac, is what she said true?” He didn’t answer. From start to finish, his eyes never left me. After a long silence, Isaac sighed and said with disappointment, “Lilian, I told you to give me time to handle this. There was no need for this. “You don’t really want a divorce. You just want to provoke Lucy, don’t you? “You’ve been holding onto me for four years. How could you let go so easily?” A wave of helplessness surged in my chest. I suddenly regretted wasting four whole years on Isaac. He wasn’t worth any of it. I pressed a hand to the scratches on my face and glared at the man before me. I spoke each word clearly and deliberately, “Isaac, don’t flatter yourself. I stopped liking you a long time ago.” But it was like he didn’t hear me. He continued, “Lilian, don’t push my limits.” “You were the one who provoked Lucy first. I won’t argue with you, but you’ll stay in the villa and reflect on your behavior.” With that, he scooped Lucy up and walked out. I gave a numb tug at the corners of my lips. I couldn’t help but wonder how Isaac came to the conclusion that I was the one who started it. Or maybe it was just because, in his eyes, I could never measure up to Lucy. Whatever. The answer didn’t matter anymore. As soon as Isaac was gone, I packed up and left the villa. I checked into a reasonably priced hotel.

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After nine years of marriage, my husband, Ethan Cole, lost his memory and thought he had a crush, the one that got away. At first, I assumed Ethan’s memories were just jumbled, that he’d mistaken our shared past for some made-up love he couldn’t have. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.