My nanny’s daughter, Janet Mitchell, sold my cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars. She made up a rumor that I had abortions frequently, so she donated the money to the church and blessed me. My brother, Ethan Edward, testified on Janet’s behalf and falsely accused me in public. My classmates made fun of it, and my fiancé, Benjamin Wellington, found out about it and thought I was being overly slutty, so he was going to break off the engagement with me. I called the police straight away, but they joined forces and said I was mentally ill, so they sent me to a mental hospital. I was tortured with the consent of my family, so I died early. As I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the cruise ship disappeared. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Janet stopping in front of me with her arms stubbornly extended. Seeing the uncontrollable hatred on my face, Janet shuddered and said miserably, “Why are you showing off your cruise ship? Why don’t you take our classmates out to dinner at a fancy hotel? “Ethan, look at her. She is so extravagant just after she graduated, so she will definitely spend all our family’s money in the future.” When Ethan, who was beside me, saw the look on my face, he directly protected Janet behind him. “That’s enough. Your cruise ship has already been sold by Janet already, so you should take your classmates back.” With that, he bent down and helped Janet fix the hair around her ears. The two looked at each other and smiled as if it was nothing at all for Janet to sell my cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars. It made me upset to see them take it for granted. “My grandma gave me that cruise ship, but who are you to sell my stuff?” Ethan looked at me in shock, as if he couldn’t believe I would go against his word. “Stella, don’t you know who the future owner of the Edwards family is?” I didn’t know it before, but I did after I died. I was originally the true heir of the Edwards family. Thinking about the fate of my previous life made me feel disgusted inside, and my tone turned indifferent. “Well, the nanny’s daughter secretly sold her employer’s cruise ship, but my brother was defending the thief. It seemed that if I didn’t call the police, you guys wouldn’t have confessed.” Upon saying that, Janet cried out loud and shouted to the students behind me who were looking forward to the cruise ship, “I’m doing this for your own good, Stella. you’re usually extravagant, and you have a messy personal life and frequent abortions, so you have to pray to atone for your sins. “So I sold your cruise ship. I did it to get the money for the cost of the prayers to bless you that your aborted fetus could be reincarnated.” The students behind me were shocked to hear her words. In my previous life, I was so furious at Janet’s nonsense that I slapped her across the face. Unexpectedly, I annoyed Ethan, who took Janet’s side and joined her in accusing me of sleeping around. It was treated as a joke by my classmates until Benjamin found out about it. Since then, the Wellington family had broken off the engagement, and I had lost all value in the eyes of my father, Paul Edwards. Soon after, Janet seduced Benjamin. In order to get rid of me completely, she and Ethan worked together to fabricate evidence that I was mentally unbalanced, so my family forcibly sent me to a mental hospital. It didn’t take long for me to be abused and die under their deliberate guidance. One of the two adulterous cheaters had inherited the family business in my place, and one had married my fiancé. Thinking about this, I was so angry that I trembled and directly took out my cell phone. “You’re just a nanny’s daughter, but how dare you slander your employer? Janet, you’d better still be as decisive as you were just now when you talk to the police. “Let’s get the police to find out who had abortions regularly. Also, where the hell is my cruise ship?” Just as I finished speaking, Janet suddenly turned pale and looked at Ethan as if she was asking for help. Ethan immediately defended Janet and slapped my cell phone to the ground. “Stella, don’t think you’ll change the nasty things you’ve done by threatening Janet like that. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in front of all your classmates today!” In my previous life, I was indeed frightened by his suddenly serious expression, but I would never be bullied by them this time. I turned straight back to my classmates and yelled, “My nanny’s daughter stole my cruise ship, but my brother is defending the thief. Please help me call the police!”

Hearing my words, my classmates surprisingly avoided my gaze. “Stella, Janet is so kind. How could she steal your cruise ship?” “Janet looks pretty and generous, and she will never do anything to steal.” “Janet has told you she’ll pray for you, but instead of appreciating her, you’re slandering her.” “Maybe she had frequent abortions, so her mental health was affected…” They whispered while letting out a meaningful laugh. I was so furious that my face flushed. “Janet is rich and generous, and she’s spending my family’s money! You guys…” At that moment, Ethan grabbed my wrist and told me threateningly, “That’s enough. You can’t keep making mistakes. “Janet grew up in our family, so she’s your sister. You’re insulting me by punching Janet in the face!” Looking at Ethan’s veins bulging with rage, I slapped him harshly across the face. “See what I mean? Now that’s what I call insulting you.” Saying that, I picked up the dropped cell phone and desperately dialed my mother, Sarah’s number. However, the only thing that responded to my call was a shutdown indication. I ignored Ethan, who was furious. After repeated attempts to dial Sarah’s number, I finally felt desperate. Everything in my previous life happened so fast that I didn’t have time to react at all. Just now, I suddenly realized that something so terrible had happened to me, but Sarah hadn’t shown up. There was definitely something suspicious about this. I ignored my classmates, who were mocking at me and my cruise ship, which was worth eight hundred million dollars, behind me. I dialed my grandma, Patricia Turner, as I stepped back. Patricia’s voice was bright, her tone was filled with kindness. “Good girl, when are you coming to my house for a couple days?” I got right to the point and whispered, “Grandma, my mom is missing, and I suspect my dad, Ethan, and Megan did it. “Ethan and Janet secretly sold the cruise ship you gave me, but that’s not the most important thing. You must get my mom back first!” Saying that, a person suddenly hugged me forcefully from my back. I turned around in surprise to see my fiancé, Benjamin. At this moment, Ethan had already brought Janet to catch up. Looking at Benjamin’s sudden appearance, Janet pretended to be tender and said, with tears in her eyes, “Benjamin, Stella is sleeping around, and I donated hundreds of millions of dollars to the church so that you can live happily after your wedding, but Stella blamed me for spending her money recklessly. “Also, she slapped Ethan in the face. Benjamin, help me convince Stella.” Janet looked lovely. At this moment, the way she was crying immediately aroused Benjamin’s feelings of protecting her. He glared at me and dragged me to Janet arbitrarily. “Stella, you’re going too far. Why are you bullying such a tender girl? Apologize to her immediately! “I will break off the engagement with you on behalf of the Wellington family!” I gritted my teeth hard as I watched those who had teamed up to send me to hell in my previous life stand in a line in front of me. “Do you deserve my apology?” Upon hearing this, Janet cried even louder as both Ethan and Benjamin immediately comforted her all. I took the opportunity to slip away and quietly went to the police station. Hearing that a private luxury cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars had been stolen and sold, the police widened their eyes incredulously. After they repeatedly confirmed that I was not mentally ill, they finally decided to file a case for investigation. I had just walked out the door of the police station, and before I could say goodbye to the police, I got a call from Janet. “Where are you hiding and crying in secret? My dear sister. “You’ve always been dominant over me, so it’s not a good feeling to suddenly be targeted by me, is it?” I snorted as I listened to her sarcastic tone, “Janet, what exactly are you trying to say?” Janet’s voice was filled with smugness. “I want to say that your fiancé is mine, your brother is mine, and everything you have is mine. “I’m trying to say that your fiancé has belonged to me, and so has your brother. Everything you have belongs to me now.” I blinked, hung up, and looked over at the police officer following me. “Did you hear everything?”

During the police investigation, I went straight to Patricia’s house in the suburbs for safety reasons. As soon as Patricia saw me, she worriedly took me into her arms and said with tears in her eyes, “Good girl, what happened to you?” I sniffled and leaned into Patricia’s arms. “I’m fine. Grandma, did you find my mom?” Patricia rubbed my hair tenderly and was just about to speak when the door to the villa was kicked open. The visitors were unexpectedly Paul and Ethan. Seeing that I was here, Paul said furiously, “Stella, after all the shameless and nasty things you’ve done, why are you so ashamed to hide here? “Come back with me and apologize to Janet. Also, Janet will marry Benjamin.” I stood up straight and looked at Paul in the eye without being be neither humble nor pushy. “You think I’m shameless and nasty just by listening to the nonsense of a nanny’s daughter? “If it’s so easy to slander someone, I will think Janet’s family are all dirty. “Also, that’s the cruise ship my grandma gave me. Give me back my cruise ship!” Paul was trembling with anger at my attitude, and he was trying to grab me. “Don’t I know what kind of girl Janet is? She did all that for your own good!” “You wicked girl, go back, and you’re grounded!” At this moment, Patricia, who hadn’t said anything, stopped in front of me on her crutches. “Paul, you’ve become so rude now that you didn’t even say hello when you saw me.” Seeing Patricia, Paul finally came back to his senses from his outburst. He looked so ashamed. Then, he smiled, “Mom, I was just helping you teach her a lesson. You just stay out of it.” Patricia sneered, looking intimidating without even getting angry. “Paul, Stella is your child, and you’d better think before you speak.” Paul looked grim as he pulled out his cell phone and sent a certain notification. After a while, the entrance to Patricia’s villa was filled with people. Some of them had cameras, some had microphones, and they surrounded a white car with Janet in the center. I moved over quickly and heard Janet crying in sadness. “I did it all for her, but she constantly insulted me. I’m going to let you all witness directly today whether Stella is a slut or not!” As I stared in shock, Ethan stepped forward and gently wiped Janet’s tears away. “Janet, it’s all right.” The two looked at each other for a short while. Then, Janet stood in front of everyone and shouted at me, “Stella, you said you’ve never slept around, and now the press and the doctor are here. Dare you let the doctor examine you?” I was so angry that I got a headache, and Patricia, who was beside me, was trembling. “Bastard. stella is my own granddaughter, so how dare you do this to her?” At that moment, Paul smiled and walked into the crowd. “I’m sorry, Mom. It’s so important that the Edwards family and the Wellington family join forces, and we can’t have a woman who has aborted a fetus marrying Benjamin, which wouldn’t be conducive to our future partnership.” Hearing Paul’s words, the onlookers became even more agitated. “Look at Mr. Edwards. He’s so righteous, he’ll never allow his children to go astray!” “Stella looks pale. Did she really sleep around?” “I think it’s highly probable. Her sister looks calm.” I stood upstairs and watched the crowd gather around me. I tightened my grip on Patricia’s hand and suddenly said, “Fine. Don’t just check up on me since Dad is so concerned about the marriage union. “Why don’t you let my sister be examined along with me?”

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My girlfriend always avoided meeting my parents. However, she then played the role of the perfect bride-to-be for her ex-boyfriend, meeting his relatives. And where does she meet them? In the very house I bought as our future home. What she didn’t expect was that I was actually a distant cousin of her ex-boyfriend. She pretended not to know me, clinging sweetly to her ex, saying to everyone, “This house was bought by my husband, paid in full.” All the guests praised how in love the two of them were. Afraid that I might expose her, my girlfriend came over to warn me. “I’m just helping a friend deal with his parents pressuring him to get married. If you mess this up, we’re done.” I offered her my sincere congratulations. “Since my cousin and I seem to have the same taste in both houses and women, I thought he might like the wedding decorations I’ve bought in bulk. I’ll just give them to you.” That finally made her panic. … [What a coincidence my distant cousin and I have. Our wedding homes are in the same neighborhood, with the exact same floor and apartment number. I must have mixed up the buildings.] I secretly texted my girlfriend, Chloe Garcia, venting about this bizarre situation. Just as I hit send, my distant cousin Brady Shaw emerged from the bedroom, hand in hand with his bride-to-be. The crowd cheered, and the bride shyly covered her face. But I stood there, stunned. Until my mother nudged me with her elbow, and said to me, “Look at your cousin, about to get married. And then look at yourself, always talking about bringing your nonexistent girlfriend home. When are you going to introduce us to someone real?” Mom, you’ve already met her. Standing next to another man, looking bashful—that’s my girlfriend Chloe. But I didn’t say a word. I feared my mom might have a heart attack on the spot. When I entered the neighborhood earlier, I found it amusing that my distant cousin and I were so fated to pick homes in the same area. But as I walked further, it got weirder. The same building, the same floor, and then I realized it was even the same apartment. I had the keys safely stored away at home. There was no way they could’ve been exposed. So I assumed I must’ve confused the buildings. But the moment Chloe stepped out, I knew the truth. This sort of thing could only be done by someone close to me. Because we didn’t guard ourselves against those we love. And that made it easier for her to stab me right where it hurt most. Chloe and Brady were the shining stars in the eyes of the guests now, basking in the spotlight. Brady’s arm was wrapped around Chloe’s waist, and she, as if dissatisfied with the closeness, pulled his arm even tighter. The scene played out before me in slow motion, every detail crystal clear. A mix of bitterness and anger surged within me, overwhelming me like a tidal wave. I wanted to leave. But all I could hear were the guests blessing them. “Brady is so lucky to have found such a beautiful wife. They must live a long and happy life together.” “The bride and Brady are such a perfect match. I heard they’ve been together since college. I even saw their pictures once; they were so in love!” Those words rooted me to the spot. I remembered then that Chloe had a college boyfriend with the last name Shaw. Her friends had teased me about how passionate and unforgettable their love had been. Unforgettable enough to linger until now, it seemed. And here I was, the fool in this twisted play. Chloe and Brady made their way through the guests, greeting each one until they finally reached where I stood. When she saw me, Chloe’s eyes flashed with surprise and guilt, but she quickly masked it, maintaining that bright, bridal smile. It was as if she was really a bride-to-be. She pretended not to know me, turning to speak with others, but she grasped my mom’s hand with a sugary smile. “Thank you, Miss. Please make sure you enjoy yourself today.” My mom, unaware that Chloe was my girlfriend, blessed her with genuine warmth and admiration as a distant relative. “You’re a lucky girl, marrying Brady. He’s such a successful young man, and this wedding home is just wonderful,” said my mom. Chloe, not recognizing my mom, mistook her for one of Brady’s relatives and boasted. “This house was bought by my husband as a gift for me, all paid in full.” “Oh my, how sweet! You’re already calling him your husband,” my mom teased. She gave me a nudge as if to say, “See how it’s done? They’ve already bought a house.” But Mom, the one who bought this house in full was your son.

The soon-to-be bride had finished meeting everyone and was ready to head to the restaurant for the next part of the day. I intended to use an excuse to leave early. But Chloe unexpectedly pulled me aside, leading me into a quiet corner. The warm smile she’d worn earlier vanished, replaced by a scowl as she glared at me as if I were her enemy. “I know what you’re up to. I’m just helping a friend deal with his parents pressuring him to get married. He doesn’t want them to worry—he’s just trying to be a good son. I’m doing a good deed here. If you mess this up, we’re done.” Even though she was the one doing something wrong, she could so easily use the threat of breaking up as if our relationship was just a card she could play whenever she liked. I stared at her in disbelief. “But this is our future home. You’re my girlfriend, Chloe.” Chloe shrugged, indifferent. “I told you, it’s just helping out a friend. He’s under so much pressure from his parents, he can hardly breathe. Besides, I don’t mind, so why should you? If it bothers you that much, we can sell the apartment and buy another one later. I’m not even satisfied with the current décor anyway.” The house she now claimed to be unsatisfied with was the same one she had once proudly shown off, boasting about it as if it were hers. I wondered what Chloe found unsatisfying—was it the house or our relationship? A wave of bitterness churned in my stomach like a strong, black coffee, making me feel nauseous. But she didn’t notice my turmoil. Instead, she glanced down at her phone, smiling secretively at whatever message she received. Then she looked up, threw one last impatient remark at me, and hurried off. “I’m leaving now. Don’t bother coming if you’re going to cause trouble.” I stood there, a bitter smile forming on my lips. How could I leave? If I did, how would I witness your happiness? By the time I arrived at the hotel, they had already started eating. Chloe was seated at a separate table, chatting with some older women. She had always claimed to hate dealing with relatives, yet now she seemed perfectly at ease. I guess that complaint had been meant just for me. Brady, meanwhile, was sitting with a group of younger guests. He’d obviously had a few drinks, his face flushed red as he boasted to those around him. I found an empty seat and sat down, just in time to hear Brady said, “This girl, back in college, she just wouldn’t leave me alone—no matter how hard I tried to shake her off. “I had no choice but to take her in, reluctantly, of course. “And now she insists on getting married. Women are such a hassle.” One of the guys played along. “She must have something special to keep you hooked. Otherwise, why would you stay with her all this time?” Brady smirked and raised his eyebrows at the guy. “You know what I mean, right? It’s all about what happens in bed. She’s so good at it, I just can’t get enough. That’s her real talent.” Brady let out a lewd laugh, giving a thumbs-up. The other men at the table exchanged knowing glances and started laughing, all while sneaking looks in Chloe’s direction. Chloe, noticing the lively atmosphere at our table, waved at us with a cheerful smile. She had no idea that she was the subject of their crude jokes. So this was the girl I’d held dear, the one I’d treasured. I took a deep breath, slowly unclenching the fingers I’d dug into my thigh to keep from reacting. From the moment we started dating, Chloe had never let me touch her. She said she wanted to be sure I was “the one,” and anything intimate would have to wait until after marriage. The things I couldn’t obtain were something others had already tried countless times. I stood up and raised my glass, and suddenly, everyone’s attention was on me. Chloe’s expression immediately darkened. She stared at me, a warning in her eyes. I avoided her gaze and called out loudly to everyone. “Since all the guests are here, I just want to say a few words. “Today is the first time my cousin and I have met, but we really hit it off, almost like old friends. We have so much in common. So, I’ve decided to give him some wedding decorations that I think he’ll appreciate. Wishing them a lifetime of happiness!” The room erupted in applause and congratulations. I added one more thing. “Don’t worry, they’re not second-hand. I haven’t used them.” Chloe’s pupils contracted as she stood up, her expression shifting from anger to fear. She took a step forward as if to come over and explain things to me. But just then, one of the older ladies raised her glass to Chloe, and she hesitated, plastering on a smile as she returned the toast and then sat back down. I shook my head, mocking myself. Then, I turned and walked away alone.

Today was supposed to be a special day for Chloe and me—the day she would finally meet my parents. We had been dating for three years, but every time the day to meet the parents arrived, Chloe always found a way to avoid it. She’d claim she was too nervous, too busy with work, or not feeling well. Once, she even said that the horoscope warned against meeting parents that day. Three months ago, we were the closest we’d ever been to making it happen. My parents dressed in their best clothes and arrived at the restaurant we’d reserved. But Chloe never showed up. My calls went straight to voicemail, and then she sent a brief message: [My friend was in a car accident.] As absurd as that excuse was, I knew she was just avoiding it again. Chloe had once told me that her parents’ divorce left her terrified of marriage. I had only felt sympathy and held her, promising I would wait until she was ready. So, once again, I made excuses for her absence. “I must have told her the wrong time. She had a meeting she couldn’t miss. Next time, I promise.” But my parents no longer believed me. They were convinced I’d invented a girlfriend just to meet their expectation. “Even CEOs of big companies can find ten or twenty minutes to have dinner. What kind of job does your girlfriend have?” I had no answer for that. After three months of cajoling, Chloe finally agreed to meet them again a few days ago. Worried she might change her mind, I scheduled it for this weekend. But yesterday, she told me a friend needed her help with something important. Our meeting was canceled yet again. My mother had given me a knowing look as if she’d expected it all along. “I knew this would happen. You have no plans tomorrow, right? Come with me to a family gathering. There’s a cousin of yours who’s a year younger than you and is about to get married. Maybe you’ll learn what a real bride looks like.” She got her wish, though not in the way either of us imagined. Chloe, who had begged off meeting my parents to help a friend, was now standing beside another man, playing the part of his fiancée in my very own apartment. It turned out that Chloe had no problem meeting someone else’s entire family under the pretense of marriage. I, on the other hand, had been patiently waiting for a woman who was apparently saving her love for someone else. My parents enviously watched other people’s happiness and worried about me. … When we got home, I sat on the couch, unable to shake the day’s events from my mind. I picked up a photo of Chloe and me during happier times, though now our smiles felt hollow. I was deep in thought when I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. It was late—well past midnight. For a moment, I thought Chloe had come back. But it was Brady who walked through the door, holding a key to my apartment. I wasn’t even surprised. If she’d given him the keys to our wedding apartment, why wouldn’t she have given him the keys to this one? He smiled at me. “I didn’t know you were here, Dominic.” Even though this was my apartment, Brady acted as if I were the intruder. Before I could respond, he scooped up a seemingly drunk Chloe in his arms and carried her inside without a second thought. “Move aside,” he said casually as if he were the one who belonged here. I looked at Chloe, who was barely conscious, and bit back my anger. Brady made himself at home, bringing a blanket from my bedroom to cover Chloe and heading into the kitchen. He was familiar with this house. It seemed he had been here countless times before. The tightness in my chest grew unbearable. Maybe he had been here many times while I was away. I watched as Brady gently gave Chloe some water, a far cry from the man I’d seen earlier at the family gathering, where he casually flaunted her like a prize. Chloe’s awareness slowly returned. And she immediately thanked him, her eyes only on him, not even noticing I was there. “Thank you, Brady.” “I should be the one saying that. You’re okay, so I’ll head out now.” Chloe insisted on walking him to the door, even though she was still unsteady on her feet. Their parting was an elaborate affair, full of unnecessary embraces. It looked like they were in some kind of romantic drama. I stood there, coldly watching their charade. Just as Brady was about to leave, he turned back. “Oh god, I was thinking about apologizing to my cousin. How could I forget it? I’m sorry for borrowing your wedding apartment and girlfriend. You’re not mad, are you?” His words were meant to sound apologetic, but his tone was anything but. There was a clear challenge in his eyes. Before I could say a word, Chloe jumped in to answer for me. “Dominic wouldn’t be upset. You were just trying to keep your parents happy. It was all for them.” Brady chuckled. “Honestly, Chloe, you looked so stunning today. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were still single.” His words were nonsensical, but Chloe blushed all the same, clearly pleased. Brady’s eyes roamed boldly over her, his gaze full of suggestion. And I just stood there, watching them flirt as if I didn’t exist. My gaze gradually turned cold. Finally, Brady seemed ready to leave. But I called after him. “Wait a minute! “Since you’re leaving, take your fiancée with you and get the hell out of my house!” Chloe stared at me in disbelief. “Dominic, what are you saying?”

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On our fifth visit to the city hall with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, we still hadn’t received our marriage license. We had chosen a special date, but he received a phone call and became eager to leave. With tears in my eyes, I pointed at the screen, trying to persuade him to stay. “It’s our turn next. Getting the license is quick and can be completed in about ten minutes, especially with fewer people around. “It won’t be too late for you to get busy after we get the license.” Yves owned a company and had plenty of free time, which was why I mentioned it. But he glanced at the screen and gave me the waiting number he had got, looking impatient. “I can marry you anytime, but I have something to take care of right now. Don’t make a fuss.” … I lowered my head and silently grasped the waiting number. Yves still left, leaving me alone in the city hall. At an inopportune moment, the loudspeaker alerted me that it was our turn to go to the front desk for the marriage license. With tears in my eyes, I tossed the waiting number into the trash can. Yves and I had been in love for five years. He proposed to me two years ago, but we had not yet obtained the marriage license. My phone suddenly rang, and my mother’s joyful voice came from the other end of the phone. “How’s it going? Have you obtained the marriage license with Yves?” My mother was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, and her health had been getting worse. She hoped that I could obtain the marriage license, have the wedding ceremony, and enter into a happy marriage before she passed away. I sniffed and made up an ambiguous excuse. After a brief pause, my mother’s tone was filled with deep disappointment. “Yves is busy with work. I can understand…” As soon as I arrived home, my phone suddenly vibrated with notifications from a group chat. Jennifer Lewis, Yves’ ex-girlfriend, sent a picture and two messages. [Today is Christmas. I mentioned wanting his gift right away, so he quickly set aside what he was doing and came to see me.] [He’s always at my beck and call and consistently keeps his promises.] The picture showed Yves lowering his head and carefully putting a gold necklace on her. Someone in the group chat responded quickly: [I envy you so much. The relationship between childhood sweethearts is really desirable.] [A couple can still be friends after breaking up. Isn’t this the best example?] ​It was our university group chat, and the individual was right.​ Yves and Jennifer had been in a relationship, and she even had an abortion for him. Therefore, during every festival, he would spend the first day with her and the following day with me. I had quarreled with him before, but he was always impatient. “She had an abortion for me, which may affect how other men view her in the future. I can only treat her well before she gets married. “Besides, it’s just a matter of spending the holiday with you a day later. I’ll still accompany you.” ​Even so, I was sad to celebrate the holiday a day later.​ I silently sent a photo of myself eating alone. [Merry Christmas.] Someone in the group chat promptly realized that Yves and I were not together. [Oh, my goodness! I thought Cynthia was on a business trip, but it turns out that Yves spent the holiday with his ex-girlfriend instead of his current girlfriend.] [Hey, I’ve always said that Jennifer is not a good woman.] [I feel sorry for Cynthia. She mentioned that her mother wanted her to get married and hold a wedding this year. I wonder if her plans will be ruined…] My phone suddenly vibrated with a special reminder. Yves advised: [Let’s go to your parents’ house tomorrow to discuss the wedding.] We had been in a relationship for five years. Except for the proposal, he had never visited my parents. He always excused himself for being so busy that he couldn’t even spare a day to accompany me home. But whenever Jennifer called Yves, saying that she had a stomachache from the abortion or wanted to see him, he would be there within half an hour. I knew he was trying to please me. If it had been in the past, I would have gladly agreed and prepared gifts for my parents on his behalf. Now, I was tired. [Let’s talk about it later.] [Why are you angry?] Yves replied to me almost instantly, and his cold words betrayed his impatience. Oh, I forgot a fact. I couldn’t lose my temper with him. Only Jennifer had the right to throw a tantrum in front of him. He urged me again by sending a question mark. After hesitating for a moment and considering my mother’s expectations, I set down the bathrobe and responded: [Okay.] The next day, I asked for leave and took a bus home in advance, while Yves said he would arrive later. Upon hearing that he was coming, my mother, though in poor health, went to the supermarket to buy groceries early in the morning. Despite the pain from the tumor, she enthusiastically prepared various delicious dishes. My parents waited from the afternoon until midnight, but Yves didn’t show up. I called him countless times but couldn’t get through. Worried that I would be in a bad mood, my mother tried to make excuses for him. Even after the meal, Yves did not call back. The next afternoon, as soon as I got back to work, my boss, Laura Baker, called me into her office. “Have you decided to be the deputy general manager in Zephriville? “You are fully capable of this position. If yes, I will recommend you for the position. Cynthia, think carefully. This is your last chance.” I was stunned.

Two years ago, when our boss opened the first branch in Zephriville, Laura, a senior executive, quickly invited me. At that time, Yves had not started his own business yet, and I asked him to settle down in Zephriville with me. After all, this was a second-tier city, whereas Zephriville, a first-tier city by the sea, offered more opportunities. But Yves said it was unnecessary to move so far and live with me in my hometown. Back then, he just had a ring and didn’t bother to create a special venue for the proposal. I asked him why he didn’t prepare a surprise for me or decorate the venue. He replied casually, “It’s unnecessary. You will say yes anyway.” But for Jennifer’s birthday party, he made a big deal out of it and insisted it was necessary. This time, I wanted to live for myself. “My family is in Zephriville. Laura, please recommend me for the position. I will get the application materials ready.” Laura showed a relieved smile on her face. “Okay. It’s great that you’ve made up your mind.” Two days later, I took part in an online interview and luckily passed it. Our boss asked me to finish the work here and come to the branch in Zephriville as soon as possible. So, I spent New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day in the office. On Monday, Laura, who had also worked overtime, was about to leave but then turned back. She winked and reminded me, “Cynthia, your boyfriend is here.” I stood up and walked out. To my surprise, I saw Yves sitting at the door. “Are you still busy? I’ll spend the holidays with you.” “Oh, yesterday was New Year’s Day.” I looked at the calendar and realized that I had ignored the date. Yves took the bag from me and pressed the elevator button. “Laura told me that you are going to work at the branch in Zephriville, right?” “Yeah,” I replied. Yves’ expression darkened, and he seemed very displeased. “Why didn’t you discuss such an important matter with me?” I glanced at him calmly. “I called you the day before yesterday, but you didn’t answer.” Yves’ brows furrowed. He opened the front passenger door for me, lowered his eyes, and said, “Let’s celebrate New Year’s Day today and have dinner at that restaurant. You mentioned the food was delicious last time.” “Sure.” He turned on the navigation and had just entered the highway when his cell phone rang. It was Jennifer again. “Yves, my stomach hurts so much that I can’t breathe. “Would you please accompany me? If yes, I won’t feel any pain. “Yves, come over right now…” As expected, Yves panicked. He stared at me. “Jennifer has a stomachache. I think it’s a sequela of abortion. I need to stay with her.” I closed my eyes. “I know. Go ahead.” Yves secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped me off at the nearest highway service area and drove away at high speed. Half an hour later, the taxi I had called finally arrived. Seeing that I was alone, the driver was puzzled. “Miss, why are you alone in the highway service area?” I gazed at the traffic outside the window, tears welling up in my eyes. “Someone left me behind.” In the past, being abandoned would have caused me intense pain and made me hysterical, but now I just felt calm. As soon as I got in the taxi, Jennifer sent a message in the group chat. [My lower abdomen hurts a lot, and I’m out of painkillers. What should I do?] Yves replied immediately: [Don’t be afraid. I’ll be there in five minutes.] I smiled. It would be a great disappointment if they didn’t get back together. In the middle of the night, Yves actually came back. He used to stay overnight at Jennifer’s house.​ “Baby, it’s your birthday the day after tomorrow. I’ll celebrate it with you.” He hugged me and made a promise to me affectionately. I frowned and removed his hand from my waist. “What’s wrong? Baby, don’t you want me to celebrate your birthday with you?” “You will leave.” He promised solemnly, “I won’t.” My birthday was in two days. I anticipated that Yves might break his promise again because of Jennifer. Unexpectedly, he had actually prepared a surprise this time. “Baby, open the gift. This is the first time I’m hosting a birthday party for you.” I fell silent. It turned out that he was also aware that this was the first time he had ever hosted a birthday party for me.​ I fixed my eyes on the gift box, which was as tall as an adult’s calf, and felt a surge of happiness. As soon as I opened it, a little Alaskan Malamute ran out and barked excitedly twice. My face turned pale. “This puppy is a stunning show dog. I put a lot of effort into getting it.” Yves leaned over and looked at me proudly. I glanced at the little Alaskan Malamute, which was spotless and had a pink bow tied around its neck. It showed that Yves had made careful preparations. But he forgot that I had a phobia about dogs. I was bitten by a dog in junior high school, losing two chunks of flesh from my calf. Now, I was afraid of dogs. However, Jennifer liked dogs and raised a lot of puppies. “Do you like it?” Yves asked expectantly, lifting the puppy. “Jennifer’s favorite…” I took two steps back in fear and interrupted him coldly, “Yves, I was bitten by a dog, and I have a stress reaction. Keep it away from me.” Yves was stunned for a few seconds.

The puppy attempted to pounce on me. I was so scared that I immediately rushed back to my bedroom and quickly closed the door. After a while, Yves came in and hugged me from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were afraid of dogs. I sent it away.” “Okay,” I replied. It suddenly dawned on me that Yves was actually quite unfamiliar with me. After five years of dating, I remembered all his preferences, but he knew nothing about me. But even though he and Jennifer had broken up for eight years, he could still clearly tell her preferences. “Don’t be angry. I’m free tomorrow. Let’s get a marriage license, okay?” In the darkness, his voice was gentle and affectionate. I thought I would refuse him firmly, but I couldn’t help but be touched. I would give him one last chance. The next morning, I put on my makeup and beautiful clothes. Yves also changed into a handsome suit and drove me to the city hall. This time, he deliberately turned his phone to flight mode and used my phone for navigation. There was dead silence throughout the journey until we arrived at the city hall, took a number, and joined the queue. His phone suddenly rang, and I glanced at him calmly. It seemed that Yves couldn’t help it. He seemed to notice my gaze, hurriedly turned his phone to silent mode, and put it in his pocket. But his phone kept vibrating. I glanced at the big screen. There was still a couple ahead of us. After they signed, it was our turn. “Answer it. You’re distracted and might even sign wrongly.” Yves hesitated for a moment and then nodded. He pressed the answer button, and a weak female voice came from the other end of the phone. “Yves, I’m bleeding down there. I’m at the hospital, and the doctor said it’s a sequela of abortion. Hurry over.” “I’m getting my license. I can’t leave.” Yves, nervous and worried, cast a cautious glance at me. I stared at him coldly. After a moment of silence, a familiar sharp female voice rang out. It wasn’t Jennifer’s voice, but it sounded more like that of her best friend Brittany. “Yves, Jennifer is in critical condition. She says she won’t perform surgery unless you come. “Do you want her to die? “You can get a marriage license at any time. She had an abortion for you. You should rush over right away.” After putting down his phone, Yves tried to speak several times but finally fell silent. “Go ahead.” I lowered my eyes. Yves sighed. He explained a lot. Before leaving, he was quite anxious. “I don’t want to leave, but she really needs me. Wait for me for an hour, and I’ll be back then, okay?” I kept a cold face and said nothing, staring at him. Yves sighed helplessly again and scratched his head irritably. “You know, she had an abortion for me.” I nodded calmly. “Go ahead. “I won’t wait for you this time.” Looking at Yves’ back, I threw the waiting number into the trash can, and my heart broke again. I made a great determination to come to the city hall with him this time. If we obtained the marriage license, I would forgive him and bring him home to visit my parents. Now, it seemed that I had to return to Zephriville alone. Yves still didn’t come back at night. But he called me and talked to me for more than half an hour. After hanging up, I was confused. Usually, when Yves was at Jennifer’s place, she would definitely stop him from reaching me. What was going on tonight? The next day, I went to the company to pack up, planning to go back to Zephriville in three days. Everyone in the office came to see me off. At the door of the company, I waved goodbye to a few old friends with tears in my eyes. “Cynthia, congratulations on your promotion. May you have a successful career.” I waved my hands reluctantly. “Everyone, come to Zephriville to visit me when you have time.” A colleague winked at me and asked curiously, “It’s strange that your husband actually agreed to let you go to the branch in Zephriville.” I smiled faintly and explained, “He is not my husband. We aren’t married, and we are about to break up.” With that, I sensed a burning, panicked gaze behind me. I turned around, only to find Yves standing behind me.

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My husband, Dominick Hampton’s sister, Angie Hampton, was the darling of their entire family. On our wedding day, she wore an extravagant princess gown that stole all the attention away from me. She even deliberately spilled hot water all over me. My chest was scalded red, but she only looked at Dominick with teary eyes and said, “Oh, Dominick, I’m always so clumsy.” Dominick gently patted her head and comforted her, “You are not clumsy. It’s just that Lynda didn’t catch your cup properly.” Later, she even tagged along with us on our honeymoon to the islands. While we were diving, she took the chance to block my oxygen tube, leaving me to drown beneath the sea. Everyone thought it was just an accident. Back home, Angie seized my jewelry, bags, and luxury car. With her wealthy background, she quickly made a name for herself in the entertainment industry. But fate smiled on me, granting me a second chance. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my wedding to Dominick. The grand doors opened slowly, and all the lights converged on the red carpet. I lifted my wedding gown and took my father’s arm, ready to step into the ceremony. Just then, a woman in a fluffy pink dress suddenly started walking slowly from the other end of the red carpet. Her dress was even more ostentatious than my wedding gown, adorned with glittering rhinestones that dazzled under the lights. She wore a crown, her makeup was flawless, looking every bit like a Barbie doll. It was my husband’s sister, Angie. “Lynda, you look so beautiful today,” she loudly praised, drawing everyone’s attention to herself. She smiled and waved at the guests with an innocent charm, like a celebrity on the red carpet, as if this wedding was her show, the red carpet and spotlights all meant for her. Then, she opened her arms as if wanting to embrace me. In my past life, she took the opportunity during this hug to tear off my veil and undo the zipper at the back of my dress, making a spectacle of me on the red carpet. Afterward, Angie feigned an apology and stood to the side, watching me squirm in embarrassment. When the flower petals began to fall, she just so happened to be standing in the shower of flowers, striking various sweet and elegant poses. The carefully planned entrance ceremony was completely ruined. Dominick and I hurriedly exchanged rings. Dominick’s mother was thoroughly pleased with Angie’s beauty and grace. This time, just as Angie was about to hug me, I swiftly took a small blade from my father’s pocket and warmly approached her. I thought, “If she wants to be in the spotlight, I’ll make sure she gets enough of it.” Angie tried to use her necklace to tear my veil, so she hugged me tightly. Holding the blade, I silently made a few quick slashes along the side of her chest. As she attempted to unzip my dress, her princess gown suddenly slipped down, revealing her chest. A wave of hushed whispers rose from the crowd below. Angie hastily pulled up her dress. She tried to zip it up, only to find that the side of her dress had been slit open. “How did this happen?” To show off her figure, she had chosen a tight-fitting gown. Now, the more she tried to hold the fabric together, the more the material gave way, tearing even further. I slipped the blade back into my pocket and pretended to help Angie up with a look of surprise. “Angie, you’re so enthusiastic today.” Because her skirt was heavy, as soon as Angie stood up, it started slipping down again. The kids in the audience laughed heartily, and a few ill-intentioned men began taking photos. The livestream I arranged was already up and running. “Don’t do that. Stop it, please,” Angie pleaded, her shoulders hunched in mortification. So, she did know how humiliating it was to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Dominick descended from the stage and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Angie. “Angie, go change your clothes first.” Angie looked up at the petals piling overhead, hoping to grab attention again when the petals fell, but with her dress ruined, she had no choice but to leave in frustration. My father placed my hand into Dominick’s. “Dominick, I’ve known you since you were a child, and I have faith in you. “I hope you and Lynda have a happy, blessed life together.” My father and Dominick’s father were once teachers at the same school. Later, my father resigned and went into business, but they remained good friends. This marriage was strongly encouraged by both sets of parents. Under the witness of the officiant and guests, Dominick placed the diamond ring on my finger. At that moment, the flower petals began to drift down, creating an incredibly romantic scene. Dominick was handsome. Though his job didn’t pay much, it was stable and respectable. To put my father’s mind at ease, I tried to open my heart to him. But as I gazed deeply at Dominick, his eyes were not on me. He kept glancing backstage, where Angie had just left. I squeezed his hand, and he finally snapped out of it. “Sorry, Lynda. Angie’s always been clumsy and can’t take care of herself. “I’m worried she won’t know where to find her clothes.” I rolled my eyes. I thought, “Angie is already 26. Does she really need her brother to help her find clothes?” Before I could complain further, Angie was already at the small side door backstage, waving at Dominick. “Dominick, come here.” Dominick let go of my hand and strode toward Angie. Watching his retreating figure, I thought, “How did I not notice in my past life how close they were?”

When Angie reappeared, she was wearing the dress I had specially prepared for the wedding party. She looked at herself with satisfaction in the mirror, admiring how she looked in the dress. She casually asked me, “Lynda, you don’t mind I wear your dress, do you?” “I didn’t bring any other clothes, and Dominick said I could wear this one.” Angie set up her phone on a tripod and began striking various poses for the camera. This dress was custom-made by a high-end designer, with fabric and style that were one-of-a-kind. Angie had wanted to wear it for a long time, so the moment she got the chance, she eagerly put it on to show off. I found a plastic bag behind the makeup counter, and Angie’s T-shirt and jeans were inside. “Angie, aren’t these your clothes?” I said, tossing the bag in front of her and waiting for her to take off my dress. Angie looked down at her plain clothes, her fingers reluctantly caressing the fine fabric of my dress. The wedding party was about to start, and Dominick came to find me. Seeing him, Angie lit up as if she’d spotted a savior and threw herself into his arms. “Dominick, I don’t know what I did to upset Lynda. She won’t let me wear her dress.” Her eyes started to redden, and soon, tears were welling up, ready to spill over. Dominick frowned slightly, pointing to the clothes hanging on the rack. “Can’t you just wear these?” he asked me. Those were dresses I had tried on and discarded, and they couldn’t compare to the custom-made gown. “Why doesn’t Angie wear these instead? “Today is my wedding day. It only happens once in a lifetime. “Why should someone else wear the dress I had specially made while I settle for the leftovers?” Angie hid behind Dominick, quietly sobbing. “I’m sorry, Dominick. I’m just too silly. I didn’t know I was wearing Lynda’s favorite dress. “I’ll take it off right now.” She began tugging at the buttons on the dress with exaggerated emotion. She deformed the original exquisite diamond buttons, making them hang loosely on the dress. Clearly, she didn’t want me to wear this dress as well. Dominick soothed her as if calming a child, his voice gentle and low. When he spoke to me, he was always polite but rarely showed any real emotion. I used to think he was just stoic and emotionally stable. But now, watching him comfort Angie, I realized he had a sensitive, caring side too, However, he had never shown that side of him to me. “In that case, let Angie wear the dress and take my place to attend the party with you.” I lifted my wedding gown and sat down on the sofa. “Lynda.” Dominick’s tone became impatient. “Stop this nonsense. You’re the bride. How do you think the guests outside will react to this?” I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “He’s finally realized that I am the bride today.” “Angie is still a child. Don’t hold it against her. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll apologize to you on her behalf.” His tone wasn’t apologetic at all. It was more like he was blaming me for being unreasonable. I looked at him and Angie, my thoughts drifting to the wedding gift my father had prepared for me. Angie reluctantly took off the dress she had messed up. She turned and carefully chose another unique-looking dress. I tossed the ruined gown she returned into the trash and changed into my everyday clothes. When my father and the guests saw me wearing a shirt and wide-leg pants to the party, they were all very surprised. “The dress got dirty from mice. It’s more comfortable in regular clothes,” I explained. Angie, who followed me out, looked embarrassed but couldn’t say anything. She spotted a waiter bringing over a pot of hot water, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. I knew she was planning to pull the same prank from my previous life. Sure enough, she filled a cup to the brim with hot water and carefully handed it to me. “Lynda, I apologize for what just happened. Here, have some water.” She looked sincere as if she genuinely wanted to make amends. Dominick nudged me with his elbow, signaling for me to take the cup. I knew that if I reached out, Angie would “accidentally” spill the hot water on my chest. The burn from last time took me two months to heal. I turned and walked over to my father’s business associates and greeted them. Angie had no choice but to follow me, and the hot water scalded her fingers, making her wince. At this table sat CEOs of companies worth tens of billions of dollars. Dominick’s mother wanted Angie to make a good impression on them, hoping she might marry into a wealthy family someday. I introduced Angie to them. “This is my husband’s sister, Angie. She’s pursuing a master’s in art and will be a great artist in the future. “Angie, go ahead and offer a toast to these respected gentlemen.” I picked up the kettle and kept refilling her cup with hot water. As the water spilled over the rim, Angie could only grit her teeth and endure it. By the time she had greeted everyone at the table, her fingers were covered with blisters. Dominick was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could say.

As soon as the wedding ended, we returned to the villa my father had gifted me. Dominick said it was close to Angie’s school, so he suggested she move in with us. The moment we opened the front door, Angie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and she immediately started snapping pictures with her phone. “Dominick, this is perfect! This is going to be our home from now on,” she exclaimed. “Our home?” I thought. “Don’t get too excited just yet.” I sent a message to my lawyer, Pearson Diaz, asking him to draft a prenuptial agreement. My father’s wedding gifts to me included three tech companies, a Porsche, and this sprawling villa. The jewelry left by my mother after her passing was also in my custody. In my last life, I trusted Dominick and didn’t bother dividing up the assets. After I died, the three tech companies rode the wave of the AI boom, and their stock prices soared. Dominick became a new star in the tech world. Meanwhile, his sister flaunted my luxury car and my mother’s jewelry all around town. My body was cremated hastily on an island. Dominick and his sister put on a show of grief, saying they felt guilty for not taking better care of me. The tour guide and local police assumed it was an accident. After all, diving came with its risks. As I struggled for breath, I also thought there was a problem with my equipment. Angie always acted like she needed looking after, playing the role of a clumsy girl, and I believed she wasn’t truly malicious. It wasn’t until she pulled out my oxygen tube and pushed me deeper into the sea that I realized just how deep her malice ran. But by then, it was too late. I reviewed the draft of the prenuptial agreement Pearson sent me and made several adjustments. I wasn’t going to let Angie get away with a single penny. After his shower, Dominick came over, wrapped in a towel, and tried to embrace me. He kissed me as a matter of routine. Suddenly, a scream came from the next room, and Dominick immediately pulled away from me, rushing toward Angie’s room. Angie stood there in a nightdress that barely covered her thighs, her hair still wet. “Dominick, the water from the heater here is scalding hot,” she whimpered, extending her hand where the blisters from the morning were starting to turn red. “Can you help me adjust it, please?” Dominick attended to her, applying ointment and adjusting the water heater in the bathroom. By the time he returned, I was already asleep. That night, we slept back-to-back without any physical contact. The next morning, despite there being a housekeeper, Angie insisted on making breakfast herself. She served a plate of charred eggs and a few chopped-up pieces of toast. She placed the food in front of Dominick and me as if she were showing off her culinary skills. Dominick didn’t mind at all. He finished his portion and even praised her. “Angie, you finally know how to make breakfast. Well done.” I pushed the plate of burnt food aside and asked the housekeeper to make another. “Dominick, sign this, and then we’ll go register our marriage.” I slapped the printed prenuptial agreement on the table. Angie grabbed the document first, reading it word by word. “Prenuptial agreement,” she sounded out slowly. “What do you mean by this? Do you think Dominick is after your money?” She put on a righteous act, defending Dominick, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic at having her lie exposed. “That’s not it. The company’s finances are tight lately. I’m just worried about dragging Dominick into debt, so it’s better to separate things in advance.” Currently, the market didn’t have high expectations for those three companies, and the financial reports were a mess. Dominick skimmed through the document and said it was fine. He claimed he was willing to share everything with me. “Then at least put up five million dollars, just in case,” I said, tapping my fingers on the table, closely observing his and Angie’s reactions. Dominick frowned, lost in thought, seemingly trying to figure something out. Angie whispered a few words in his ear. Shortly after, Dominick picked up the pen and signed. After we got married, Dominick went to work, and I headed to my company as usual. In the afternoon, my secretary, Zoya Flores, slipped into my office, holding her phone. “Mrs. Hampton, isn’t this influencer’s dress the same as your wedding gown?” I took the phone and saw an influencer named SunshineAngie posting nine selfies. In the pictures, she was wearing my wedding dress. The background was the hotel where I’d held my wedding. The photos had so many filters I almost didn’t recognize Angie. As I was looking, I noticed she’d posted a new update. The caption read: [My diamonds are shining bright!] accompanied by a selfie of her wearing a pink diamond necklace. Her followers were commenting in awe: [That pink diamond used to belong to a princess, right? It’s worth at least tens of millions of dollars.] [Who would’ve thought Angie is actually loaded!] [Look at the bottom left corner of the picture. Isn’t that a painting by that famous artist?” [Oh my, it really is. How much would that have cost?” [She’s so humble; who would’ve known she’s got such wealth?] That pink diamond necklace was my mother’s, carefully stored in the jewelry room. I thought to myself, “Angie really isn’t holding back, is she?”

When I got home, I noticed the necklace had been returned to its original place. I contacted the security company and had tiny trackers installed on each piece of jewelry. The next day, Zoya informed me that Angie had taken pictures wearing a white pearl bracelet. She had practically worn and flaunted every single one of my mother’s pieces of jewelry and bags. Once, she even carried a limited-edition Kelly bag, which caused quite a buzz online. After all, the famous actress Claudette Greville had been trying to get that exact style but never managed to, while SunshineAngie, just a minor influencer, somehow owned not one but two. Riding on this wave of attention, Angie’s follower count skyrocketed by a million. She fashioned herself as the daughter of some mysterious tycoon. I showed the photos to Dominick. He didn’t seem to see any problem. “Angie’s always loved these things since she was a kid. She’s just borrowing your stuff for a bit.” “But she didn’t ask for my permission,” I replied. Dominick took two steps back, looking as if he were deeply disappointed in me. “Lynda, we’re family now. Why make a fuss over such trivial things? “Angie might not be the brightest, but she’s innocent and kind. Why can’t you try to accept her?” Dominick’s words made me feel sick. I insisted we have a serious talk. “Alright, Lynda, now that we’re married, we’re a family. “As a family, you should look out for her. Can you do that?” I was completely disillusioned with Dominick. Just then, Zoya messaged me. Claudette had finally obtained the Kelly bag she had longed for. In the photo, Claudette posed with Angie. The caption read: [Thanks, Angie, for the lovely gift.] To worm her way into the entertainment industry, Angie had set her sights on my personal belongings. Two weeks later, Angie triumphantly announced she had landed the role of the third female lead in a star-studded TV drama. “Ms. Greville personally recommended me to the director. We have quite a few scenes together,” she bragged. Her fans were thrilled. They claimed that Angie came from a powerful family and had never bothered to enter the entertainment industry before because she didn’t need to. They said she was talented, so the moment she joined a project, she was already acting alongside an award-winning actress. Some die-hard fans even followed Angie to the villa. Once photos of the villa were posted, it only further confirmed Angie’s image as a wealthy heiress. However, someone also caught a picture of me heading out for work. That day, I was attending a business dinner, and I wore a full set of Cartier jewelry. Angie’s fans immediately launched an attack against me. [Isn’t that Angie’s jewelry? Who is this woman, and why is she flaunting Angie’s things like that?] [She must have snuck them out while Angie wasn’t home and wanted to show off.] Angie casually replied in the comments: [Thanks for your concern, everyone. She’s just the housekeeper, and it’s okay to let her borrow them.] Many replied underneath: [Angie, you’re so kind! Do you need another housekeeper? I’d love to work for you!] On the first day of shooting, Angie drove my father’s gifted Porsche to the press conference, making quite the grand entrance. Even Claudette greeted her with a warm smile. Although Angie was only the third female lead, she managed to steal the spotlight from the main actress. During the group photo session, Angie pretended to be clueless about where to stand, wandering around aimlessly. In reality, she firmly positioned herself in the center, causing quite a bit of discontent among the other top actors. At that moment, I called the police and reported that luxury bags and a car worth millions of dollars had been stolen from my home.

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Three days from now, I was supposed to get engaged to my girlfriend. When I went to pick up the veil from the store, I saw a loving couple trying on wedding attire. I felt touched by their love until I realized, to my shock, that the bride-to-be was my girlfriend, and the man beside her was her ex. The sales assistant beamed at them and said, “You two are the most perfect couple I’ve ever seen.” They exchanged a smile, one that spoke of a world that only belonged to the two of them. Unable to contain myself, I interjected, “Your wedding must be a grand affair. Don’t forget to send me two invitations. I’ll be bringing my fiancée.” My girlfriend’s face went pale with panic. After picking up the veil, I passed by a bridal shop. Through the window, I saw a tender scene unfold inside. A bride-to-be stood before a mirror, her groom holding her hand tightly. Their gazes were locked onto each other. They seemed so intimately connected. Three days from now, I would be engaged to my girlfriend, Estella Quimby. I couldn’t help but compare Estella to the woman inside, and I still thought my girlfriend was more beautiful. I believed our love would be sweeter than theirs. I was already impatient to see Estella in a wedding gown. Perhaps I was anticipating too much because suddenly, I found myself imagining Estella as that bride in the shop. Then, I froze. As the image cleared, I realized that the bride was indeed Estella. The man beside her sent a chill through my heart. I recognized him—it was Marlon Faulkner, Estella’s ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t help but walk into the shop. The sales assistants were still chatting away, “You two are the most perfect couple I’ve ever seen.” “Oh, the groom is so generous, buying such an expensive wedding dress without a second thought.” “Indeed, it’s so costly! Such a waste to wear it only once.” Estella playfully tapped Marlon, but her eyes were filled with happiness. Marlon held her hand, his gaze tender yet firm. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment for us. I don’t want you to have any regrets. And one day, our daughter can wear this dress too, so she knows just how much her parents loved each other.” “I’m not giving you a daughter; I’m having a son.” “As long as it’s yours, I’ll love them either way.” The sales assistants sighed in admiration. Their sweet words were enough to make anyone envious. I stood there, watching my girlfriend plan a future with another man, a future that already included children. Estella had told me she didn’t want kids and even asked me to have a vasectomy before our engagement to prove my love for her. I knew Estella wasn’t deeply in love with me. But in this day and age, finding someone you like isn’t easy. I figured I shouldn’t dwell on who loved whom more. But now, this scene before me was like a knife to the heart. Forcing a smile, I stepped forward. “Your wedding is bound to be lively. Don’t forget to invite me.” It was only then that Estella noticed me, her smile freezing on her face. Marlon immediately pulled Estella closer, asking me sharply, “Who are you?” I threw the question back to Estella. “Why don’t you tell him who I am?” Everyone waited for her answer. Estella couldn’t bring herself to look at me. Finally, in a low voice, she said, “He’s just a colleague.” She didn’t even say I was a friend. A coldness spread through my chest. I had wanted to confront her, but when she gave that answer, I realized the reasons didn’t matter anymore. After all, my soon-to-be fiancée was pretending not to know me for the sake of another man. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I smiled and said, “Please make sure to send me two invitations. I’ll bring my fiancée.” Then, I turned and walked out. Estella didn’t come after me. Looking back, I saw Marlon whisper something in Estella’s ear, and she laughed. Without me, the uninvited guest, their happiness was restored. Marlon gently placed his hand on Estella’s waist. She didn’t mind and even helped straighten his collar. Their actions were so natural and intimate as if they were long accustomed to them. At that moment, I was nothing more than an outsider, watching this romance that had nothing to do with me from outside the window.

A few hours later, I received a notification on my phone about a charge. The message stated that two hundred and thirty thousand dollars had been spent, and the recipient was the bridal shop where I had caught Estella earlier. So, in the end, I paid for the wedding dress they tried on. I immediately dialed Estella’s number, my fingers trembling slightly with rage. But all I got was the cold sound of an automated message. She wasn’t picking up. I tried several more times, each with the same result. By the seventh call, I laughed in anger. “How could I forget?” I thought to myself. “Of course, I’ve probably been blocked by now.” This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. In the past, she would often disappear without a word. No matter how many times I called, she wouldn’t answer. In the end, I would get so anxious that I’d borrow someone else’s phone to call her, and she’d pick up right away. Later, when I asked her why she didn’t answer my calls and if she knew how worried I was, she dismissively said, “I just don’t want you checking up on me. If I block you, I can have fun without being bothered.” Now, I finally understood. To her, I was nothing more than an annoyance. That’s why she could so easily brush off my concern as interference. One after another, deduction notifications kept popping up on my phone. “She doesn’t need me,” I thought. “She just needs the limitless supplementary card I gave her. She must be having a great time.” “She’s probably having an even better time spending my money with her ex-boyfriend.” “I’ve basically become their ATM.” My phone buzzed again. I received a new notification about another charge. This time, she had dropped one hundred and twenty thousand dollars in one go at a bar. I grabbed my car keys and drove straight to that bar. The place was dimly lit, filled with a deafening mix of music and voices. When I finally spotted them, Estella was leaning drunkenly against Marlon, feeding him drinks from her glass. I couldn’t help but clench my fists, feeling the anger flare up inside me once more. Estella caught sight of me and immediately looked annoyed. “Ugh, here comes the killjoy.” Her voice was slurred with drunkenness, but I could hear every word clearly. I stood there, my body stiff with anger and humiliation, my breath growing heavy. Marlon, on the other hand, wore a smug expression, his eyes taunting me under the dim lights. I asked her, “Estella, don’t you have anything to say?” She took a casual sip of her drink and replied, “I’m just out with friends having a drink. Don’t you have friends? Can’t you see?” A group of people I didn’t know chimed in mockingly, “Yeah, man. Why so uptight? Come have a drink with us!” Estella always acted like a haughty little princess in front of me. She never spoke to me kindly. Even in front of a crowd, she’d always have to jab at me, never caring about my dignity. With those sycophantic friends around, she got even more brazen. “I wanted to tell you earlier today that Marlon’s getting married tomorrow. Tonight is his last night as a single man, and as his friend, of course, I want him to have a great time. Why are you being so petty? You caused a scene during the day, and now you’re here at night to drag me away. “How am I supposed to have any fun like this?” Others started criticizing me, too. “Yeah, man.” “It’s Marlon’s last night of freedom. You’re ruining the mood for everyone.” “Wow, what a control freak. Can’t even let his girlfriend have a good time?” Their accusations, mixed with the blaring music, drowned me. Estella watched coldly from the sidelines. Seeing things spiral further out of control, Marlon decided to play the good guy. “Alright, everyone, that’s enough. Let me say something. I’m sure he’s just worried, that’s all.” The crowd fell silent immediately. He pretended to be friendly and patted my shoulder. I recoiled in disgust, but he didn’t get angry. “Don’t worry. When Estella is with me, I’ll always take good care of her. You can go home and relax now.” As soon as he finished, all eyes turned to me as if they were all urging me to leave. I looked helplessly at Estella. But her expression was the same. My heart shattered, piece by piece. In the end, I gave up resisting, said nothing, and turned to leave. Behind me, their cheers erupted. “Woohoo! Let’s keep drinking, everyone!” “Let’s make this night unforgettable!”

Estella didn’t come home all night. It wasn’t until noon that she stumbled through the door. Clearly, she was still hungover. She barged in without a care, knocking over various items, but she didn’t seem to notice. She staggered her way through the house and finally collapsed onto the bed. I stood there, watching her as she fell into a deep sleep. A ridiculous thought flashed through my mind, “At least she still knows to come home.” But then, I saw a love bite on her neck. The swollen red mark told the story of Estella’s reckless night. It was unmistakably Marlon’s way of mocking me, a brazen insult. I had been the one who pursued Estella in the first place. Back in school, she and Marlon were a famous couple, and their breakup was the talk of the campus. I had fallen for her at first sight during my freshman year. When I heard they had broken up, I seized the chance and began pursuing Estella with relentless passion. At first, she was indifferent to me, but eventually, out of all her suitors, she accepted only my gifts. That gave me hope. I tried even harder, and finally, I won her heart. Estella told me she broke up with Marlon because he had cheated on her. She was heartbroken and had lost faith in love. So, she needed me to constantly prove my love for her. I did everything I could to show her how much I cared. But in the end, I realized that whenever Marlon beckoned, Estella would run back to him without hesitation. All my efforts had become a joke. Now, I could no longer deceive myself. I knew it was time to face the reality that this relationship was beyond saving. Estella hadn’t been asleep long before she woke up and started making noise again. When she saw the mess she’d left from the night before, she looked very displeased. “Where’s Dora? Why hasn’t she cleaned up all this trash?” I stopped her. “Estella, we need to talk.” She frowned and sidestepped me. She wore that all-too-familiar look of impatience. “I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense right now.” But I insisted. “Last night\.\.\.” She cut me off immediately. “There you go again about last night. Aren’t you tired of it? You want to know about the wedding dress? It was just a gift. Isn’t it normal to give a friend a gift when they’re getting married?” I thought, “Sure, giving a gift is normal, but a wedding dress? Giving a wedding dress to your ex-boyfriend is definitely not normal.” “As for the drinking, it was just a normal gathering among friends. There were a lot of people there. Stop overthinking it.” I thought, “Drinking with friends is normal, but the way you two were all over each other, and the way they kicked me out—none of that is normal.” I had given up, hoping for a reasonable explanation. Frustrated, I said, “If you hate me so much, then let’s just…” But Estella had already gathered her things and completely lost her patience. “Ugh, I’m done. I’m leaving. I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m going to Marlon’s wedding tonight. You don’t like him anyway, so there’s no need for you to come. “Just stay home and take some time to cool off.” With that, she headed straight for the door, not giving me another chance to speak. The door slammed shut in my face. The room suddenly fell silent. I stood there, waves of bitterness rising within me. Her indifference was unbearable. Compared to Marlon, she didn’t even want to spare me a glance. I thought, “She’s so eager to go to the wedding. But is Marlon really having a wedding tonight?” I started to suspect that this might just be a false rumor Marlon had spread to lure Estella in. And, of course, Estella would take the bait. She loved him, so of course, she would go. Just as I had guessed, a friend who went to Marlon’s wedding told me the event had been called off. “The bride ran away.” I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” “For real! I saw it with my own eyes. Marlon’s fiancée was Scarlett Ramirez, the daughter of the CEO of the Ramirez Group. Rumor has it she ran away for an old flame. But that guy’s already engaged too.” I hadn’t expected this at all. I knew Scarlett. We had even gone on a few dates arranged by our families. From what I remember, she was a very gentle girl. The Ramirez Group and our Haynes Group had business ties, so us being together would have made perfect sense. But back then, all I could think about was Estella, so I turned it down. I never imagined such a quiet girl would pull off a stunt like running away from her own wedding. I couldn’t help but wonder who that old flame was that had driven her to such extremes. I thought, “Sure enough, love makes people do things they never would.” That night, Estella didn’t come home. I wasn’t even surprised anymore. In my mind, I was already making excuses for her. I guessed she’d probably say, “My friend is going through a tough time. Isn’t it only right for me to be there for him?” I thought bitterly, “When she decided to be there for Marlon, did she think about me even for a second?” I laughed at myself. I didn’t know why. Even now, I was still trying to find excuses for her. I knew all of this was already meaningless.

The next day was Saturday. Estella’s mother, Marina Quimby, had Alzheimer’s, and her condition had been worsening recently. To spend more time with Marina, we’d agreed to have lunch together every Saturday. Even though I was upset with Estella, I couldn’t just ignore Marina. Before she fell ill, she had always treated me very kindly. I adjusted my mood and went to the nursing home anyway. I hadn’t expected to see Estella there. She glanced up at me, her face expressionless, as if she wasn’t planning to explain anything about yesterday, or even wanted me there at all. “I thought after all the drama you caused yesterday, you wouldn’t show up today.” “I’m here to see Mrs. Quimby.” Estella wasn’t having it. “Well, she doesn’t even recognize you anymore.” I didn’t quite understand what she meant until I heard a voice calling from inside, “Kylian, help me out.” Just as I was about to respond, a voice answered quicker than mine, “Of course, Mrs. Quimby.” In a moment, Marina was helped out of the room. The person supporting her was Marlon. I hadn’t expected Estella to bring him here. I stood there, frozen. Marina seemed delighted, holding Marlon’s hand and asking with concern. “Kylian, I saved some grapes for you—your favorite. I’ve been waiting for you to come and eat them. Have you been working hard lately? Thank you so much for visiting me even when you’re so busy.” Marina had mistaken Marlon for me, thinking he was the one who had always cared for her. It felt like a massive weight pressed down on my chest. I finally understood what Estella had meant earlier. She thought I was easily replaceable. And reality had proven her right. It felt like a hard slap across my face. I realized coming here was just a foolish attempt on my part. I knew if I stayed any longer, I’d only be making a fool of myself. I turned to leave. But Marina seemed to sense something. She shook off Marlon’s hand and suddenly began shouting, “Where is Kylian? Where is Kylian?” “Mrs. Quimby, I’m Kylian.” “Mom, Kylian is right here.” No matter how Estella and Marlon tried to calm her down, Marina only became more agitated. I stopped in my tracks and handed an apple to Marina. She took the apple, and slowly, she began to calm down. Marina looked up and studied me carefully as if trying to match my face to some image buried in her memories. She still didn’t recognize me, but there was an inexplicable kindness in her eyes. “Young man, who are you? Stay and have lunch with us.” Marlon, seemingly wanting to make me uncomfortable, played along, pretending to be the host. “Yes, join us for lunch.” Marina shot him a glare. “Kylian, why are you so talkative today? You’re not as pleasant as you used to be.” I couldn’t help but laugh at Marina’s words. I realized that while Marina mistook Marlon for me, she could still sense the difference between us. During lunch, Marina kept asking about me and showing concern. Estella tried to butt in but never got the chance. “Young man, are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” I was silent for a couple of seconds, then firmly shook my head. “We broke up.” Estella’s fork slipped from her hand. She stared at me, wide-eyed, in disbelief. Marina’s eyes suddenly seemed clearer. She sighed and looked at me with affection. “It’s good you broke up. It’s good. Silly boy, you need to take care of yourself.” After the torment of the past few days, her warm words nearly brought tears to my eyes. But before I could shed a tear, Estella, disregarding her mother’s presence, angrily blurted out, “Kylian, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to humiliate me in front of my mom?” I looked at this woman I had loved for six years, now so unfamiliar, and shook my head again, saying, “No, I’m serious. Let’s break up.” My voice was calm and resolute, with no trace of wavering. I made a final judgment on our relationship with a sense of detachment.

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In order to send chocolate cake to my wife’s old classmate who was suffering from depression, her cousin, Lucas Perry, and his family had a car accident on the highway and needed urgent surgery. My wife, Emily Perry, the attending physician, posted photos of her and her old classmate, Riley Lewis, traveling around on Instagram. When I called her that her own younger brother was still waiting for her help, she said, “Riley is dying of depression. Can’t I be with him to realize his last wish? Don’t always lie to me with such a lame excuse!” After she hung up the phone, I completely lost contact with her. Finally, Lucas and his family eventually died due to delayed rescue. I packed up all my things and left home, determined to end all ties with this cold-blooded woman. ***** I waited outside the emergency room for three hours. When the lights finally went out, the doctor came out and said in a heavy tone, “We have tried our best, but all three patients have rare diseases, and their conditions are very complicated. You have to find a doctor to perform surgery on them as soon as possible; otherwise, they will not make it tonight.” The anxiety almost made me fall to the ground. “My wife Emily Perry is their attending physician. Isn’t she here?” I asked. “We can’t contact Dr. Perry right now. She was supposed to be on duty tonight, but we can’t find her.” After hearing this, I quickly took out my cell phone and called her. Because my fingers were trembling so hard, I almost entered the wrong number. But after calling more than a dozen times, the only answer I got was a cold mechanical sound. I opened WhatsApp and sent a message to her but found she posted some pictures on Instagram ten minutes ago by chance. In that photo, she looked radiant with a bright smile and hugged the depressed Riley. They seemed to be a perfect match. She posted the photos with a sentence: [I really wanted you to know the precious life and beautiful world.] Riley liked the post on her Instagram and commented with hug and heart emojis. I held the phone until my fingers turned pale and punched the wall angrily. At such a critical moment, the reason I lost touch with her was because she was having a good time with Riley. Then, I found Riley’s number from the address book and called him directly. This time, the call quickly got through, and Riley said, “Hello, who’s speaking?” I said bluntly, “Who else could I be? I’m Emily’s husband. My wife is with you, right? Give her the phone now.” Riley paused for a second and said, “She is taking a shower now. If you have anything to say, I’ll tell her.” An unknown anger surged in my heart. Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly heard someone approaching the caller with the sound of water. I heard Emily softly asking, “Who’s calling so late at night?” I took the chance to shout to her over the phone, “Emily, Lucas was in a car accident! The three of his family are all in the hospital. You’re the one who knows their conditions the best, so go back to the hospital instead of staying with that man!” She immediately took Riley’s phone and questioned me with a cold tone when my teeth were chattering because of rage, “How did you get his phone number? What do you want to do? I’m warning you, Riley’s depression is already very serious. If you make his condition worse, I will never forgive you!” “Did you hear me? Lucas is dying. Are you going to come back to save him or not?” I said. Roy sneered disapprovingly, not taking my words seriously at all. She said, “Victor Moore, that’s enough! I know you have a problem with my relationship with Riley, but you don’t have to use such a bad excuse to force me to go back. You know I hate liars.” “Riley may die because of depression. I want to be with him to realize his last wish. I don’t have time to waste time with you here! Don’t call me again!” she added. After Emily finished shouting, she hung up the phone and blacklisted me, and I could no longer get through her number.

Suddenly, the ECG monitor in the emergency room began beeping. The doctor ran over and checked their conditions. Then, he turned to me with a serious face and the diagnosis that they wouldn’t very likely make it tonight. Meanwhile, Lucas suddenly became momentarily conscious and desperately asked for my help, holding my hand. “Victor, find Emily. She can save all of us.” Suppressing my tears, I nodded. “Okay, I’ll go right now. Just hang in there, okay?” Emily and I grew up together, and Lucas was almost my own brother. I couldn’t watch him die. Recalling the two plane tickets Emily posted on Instagram, I immediately drove to the airport after realizing they were about to leave the city an hour later. When I managed to arrive at the airport lobby, I anxiously looked for my wife among the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around and saw Riley and Emily waiting in line for their tickets. I ran to them, only to find Emily bought an orange for Riley and said softly, “Here. Eat something to fill your stomach.” As Riley shook his head, she peeled it for him and handed it to Riley patiently. “Can you eat it now?” Clenching my hands, I felt the inexplicable sadness surge in my heart. In the past, I took great care of Emily. Considering that she was a doctor who needed to perform delicate surgeries on patients, I always peeled the hard-to-peel food in order to give the best care of her hands. But when I accidentally asked her to take out the trash, she refuted me impatiently, “I can’t touch those dirty things with my hands.” I originally thought that she was just a lukewarm person. It turned out she just showed all her tenderness and patience to someone else. Thinking of Lucas, who was still in the hospital waiting for my sister to save him, I temporarily suppressed the complex emotions in my heart. Walking straight to my wife, I pulled her arm. “Emily, come back to the hospital with me immediately to perform surgery on your brother!” After seeing it was me, she shook her hand off with disgust. “That’s enough! I’m just traveling with Riley. Do you have to stalk us? Riley and I are clean!” The people around us were attracted by her voice and looked over. Although I was angry at her misunderstanding of my intentions, I had to explain everything to her. I said, “Lucas really got into an accident. His organs were ruptured, and he is still losing blood because of the crush. He is dying.” “The doctors in the hospital don’t dare to perform surgery on him. You are the only one who understands his conditions. Do you want to watch your brother die? If you don’t believe me, call the hospital, and you’ll know I am not lying,” I added. However, Emily still didn’t believe what I said and took their ticket like I didn’t exist. “You’re such a terrible liar. I know you will get along with my colleagues. You must have conspired to lie to me,” she said. “Do you think I will joke about something like this? He’s your brother, and also my brother. We grew up together with him. And now you’ve left him in the hospital because of an old classmate. You’ll regret your current choice!” After hearing what I said, Emily seemed to waver but still didn’t trust me. “Don’t be ridiculous. How could Lucas get into a car accident in the middle of the night? They know they have some disease that will prevent them from going outdoors, especially at midnight.” I said, “It’s because you asked him to buy that goddamn chocolate cake! You said you wanted a freshly made one; that was why he rushed on the road.” Hearing this, Emily sneered. “What are you talking about? I didn’t ask him to buy that kind of stuff. You’re definitely lying. Are you kidding me?” I looked at her in confusion. “What? Lucas sent me a message before, saying he would send you a chocolate cake. Half an hour later, he had a car accident!” Just then, Riley interrupted our argument. He said, “I sent him that message to buy the chocolate cake with your phone, Emily. I really miss that taste. “But I didn’t receive Lucas’ reply. It was in the middle of the night at that time; he would probably send it to us this morning. “Emily, if you’re worried, just go back with Victor. I can go there alone. I will find the most beautiful place and stay there forever.” The gate issued a reminder to board, and Riley walked away with his luggage without even looking at Emily again. But she was frightened by his last words. Fearing that he would commit suicide once he landed, she quickly ran over and hugged him. “How can you leave me alone? I’ll go with you!” She wiped her tears and said, “I don’t care about anyone else but you. Let’s get out of here!” Before leaving, she glared at me fiercely, as if blaming me for still lying to her at this time. They held hands and flew away together without even giving me the last glance. I tried desperately to call Emily back, but the security guard stopped me at the boarding gate since I didn’t have a ticket. Just then, the bad news came along with my phone ringtone. “I’m sorry, Mr. Moore, but Lucas and his parents just passed away…”

I held a funeral for Lucas and his parents. Emily’s parents also attended it and cried so hard that they almost fainted. They tried to contact Emily by calling him countless times with tears. But Emily was completely out of touch and ignored everyone’s attempts to contact her. Her inappropriate behavior almost made her parents have a heart attack. Meanwhile, Emily’s Instagram was still updated. Every day, she posted photos of her and Riley traveling around with sensational words. I felt like throwing up when I saw it and quietly turned off my phone. I thought three years of marriage would be enough to make her less heartless, only to see through her selfish nature. Although she once fell in love with Riley, I assumed our marriage meant the end of their relationship. But their love seemed to have rekindled at an inopportune time. In this case, it seemed I should help the lovebirds. I rented a house outside and planned to move out of home. I would file for divorce with Emily when she came back. On the day I was about to pack some small things, Emily and Riley came back. Their harmonious chat stopped tacitly at the sight of me. They stood so close to each other and looked so natural that they were the owners of this property. Riley wanted to explain, “Victor, I may have to stay at your house for a few days. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bother you, but Emily just couldn’t help worrying about me. She insisted on taking care of me until I got better.” I didn’t say anything and walked straight inside. Riley stood there, feeling a little awkward. My reaction irritated Emily, and she slammed the table with a sullen face. “Victor, what do you mean? Is this how you treat Riley’s patient explanation? I’m warning you. You are not allowed to embarrass him while he’s here. Behave yourself, and I won’t mind you lying to me last time.” “By the way, where’s Lucas? Why can’t I contact him?” she asked. I gave her a sarcastic smile. “How dare you ask where he is? You are not qualified to do that. His whole family died because of you.” Emily was stunned, and her face distorted when she pointed at me. “What the hell did you say, Victor? Are you cursing them? You know he and his parents’ disease are already making me so sad. Why did you say something like that?” She was shivering with anger and tears, as if she was really worried about Lucas. I wanted to laugh and took out my phone to show her a picture. “I still have their portrait. Do you want to take a look?” I said. On the phone was a black-and-white family photo, which was taken of Lucas and his family before they came to visit Emily. However, I could only use this lovely family photo as their portrait. Emily snatched the phone and crushed it on the ground. “Victor, you’re such a bastard. You want to divorce?” “You’re just jealous of seeing me and Riley together. That’s why you always try to attract my attention with some tricks. But you know what? It has gone too far this time,” she added. I picked up my phone and said, “I’m not jealous. I’m happy to divorce you. Wish you and Riley happy forever.” Instead of wasting my time with her, I went to my room to quietly pack my luggage. Emily stared at me in disbelief and yelled at me, “Victor Moore! If you dare to go out today, never come back again!” I just smiled and said, “I’ll draft the divorce agreement and send it to you. Remember to sign it.” Just when she rushed to stop me from leaving, Riley began to sob. “I’m sorry, Emily, this is all my fault. I ruined your marriage. I’m leaving now! It’s better for me to go back to my own home!” Hearing this, she retreated to comfort Riley and hugged him in her arms sorrowfully. “Don’t go back. I won’t abandon you no matter what happens!”

Before leaving, I told Emily that Lucas and his family were buried on a mountain, and she could go there and at least visit them when she had time. But neither did she go there nor believe me. Emily was busy looking after Riley in the hospital. The last time he cried and apologized, his mental illness relapsed, making him attempt suicide and live in the hospital. Emily stayed by his bedside for three days without sparing time to have meals and ignored everything else. After learning Lucas and his family’s death, Emily’s parents’ health went downhill. When I took them to the hospital for a body check, we ran into Emily. I saw her holding Riley’s arm. As they walked, Emily looked worried. “I haven’t heard from Lucas for a couple of days. Did he really have some kind of trouble? Even my parents started to ignore my call,” she said. Riley held her hand and said, “If something really happened to him, you’ll know. You care about him most. I have seen all your efforts for him and his family over the years.” “Maybe Victor was mad at me and said something to make them misunderstand you,” he added. Hearing this, Emily said coldly with a sullen face, “That’s right. I’ve known him for too long. My parents even treat him as their son. They believe whatever Victor says.” When they were about to return to Riley’s ward, Emily saw me and felt disgusted after a momentary shock. “What are you doing here? Why do I see you everywhere? Are you not satisfied about making Riley almost kill himself?” she shouted. Instead of arguing back at her, I just handed her a divorce agreement. “I heard that you didn’t sign for the one I mailed to your house. Luckily, I printed two copies. Sign it now,” I said. Emily looked at me with suspicion, and when she found the thing inside the file bag was really the divorce agreement, she almost tore it apart. Slapping the file bag back at me, she said angrily as the papers fell to the ground, “I’ve been so busy taking care of Riley that I can’t even have time to eat. Why do you have to trouble me at this time? I will get a divorce when I have time. You don’t need to rush me!” Emily looked very angry with her chest heaving violently as if I should be blamed for the failure of our marriage. I found it hilarious that she actually thought I failed her. Why didn’t I realize before that she had poor self-awareness? I picked up the divorce agreement, put the papers back into her hands, and insisted. “It’s just a matter of moving your fingers. How much effort does it take? Why not do it today? You don’t have to worry about me bothering you anymore after signing it.” Then, Emily really tore the agreement into pieces. She gritted his teeth and said, “You are so anxious about divorce right now because you cheated on me? Who are you here with today?” I wanted to tell her the truth that her parents didn’t feel well, but finally, I said nothing in case they would have a heart attack after knowing what this jerk had done. But Emily discovered them behind me quickly ran over there surprisingly and happily. She acted like a little girl and said to them, “Dad, Mom, why are you here? I miss you so much.” However, her mother, Olivia Jones, pushed her away directly, and her father, Josh Perry, who had always doted on her, did not even look at Emily. She hugged them again and asked, “Are you mad at me? I didn’t mean to not contact you. I just had something important to do.” “Did Victor say anything about me to you? You have no idea how terrible he was. He actually lied to me that Lucas was dead and even asked me to go back to the hospital to save him. He must have been kidding me. He’s so terrible at lying,” she said. Reminding what Lucas went through, Olivia finally lost her temper and slapped Emily in the face. She said, “How dare you say something like that to Lucas?! Your cousin’s whole family is dead! They died on the night you asked them to bring the chocolate cake in the middle of the night! You were the one who refused to save them!”

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My parents gave me two hundred thousand dollars for my graduation trip. My boyfriend, Rylan Blake, wanted to come along, so I agreed. On the day we boarded, he showed up empty-handed with his parents and brother. His parents didn’t chip in a dime. They were not even for her underwear; that was on my tab, too. His brother, Alvin Blake, threw a fit at the amusement park, making us miss our train to the next stop. I lost my cool and snapped at the little brat. His parents immediately hardened, and she started scolding me with her hands on her hips. “How dare you yell at Alvin? He’s your future husband’s brother. Whatever he wants, you better provide!” My boyfriend held me back as I was about to retort, saying that his parents had worked hard their entire lives and this was their rare chance to travel, so it shouldn’t be difficult. Fine, fine, if that were the case, I would indulge them. That evening, I booked two presidential suites for them at a five-star hotel and took them out for a luxurious dinner. While they were busy taking photos, I made a smooth exit. At the airport, I was reviewing my travel itinerary while waiting for my boyfriend, Rylan Blake. Suddenly, an unruly child burst onto the scene, jumping and bouncing around. He yelled at the top of his lungs, “Airplane! We’re going on a big airplane!” People he bumped into or stepped on glared at him with annoyance, but he only became more energized. Just then, Rylan appeared in the distance, waving at me. I smiled and waved back. I had been planning this graduation trip for ages, and my parents generously gave me two hundred thousand to have a blast. My boyfriend Rylan, who I’ve been dating for two years, mentioned that he’s never even left the province and wanted to see the world with me. So I agreed to bring him along. Halfway through the trip, I noticed a man and a woman trailing behind Rylan. They gave a thumbs-up to the same kid who had caused trouble earlier. “Olivia, these are my parents, and that’s my younger brother Alvin Blake.” “The three of them didn’t buy plane tickets. Is it too late to buy them now?” Rylan pointed at the three of them, who hadn’t brought any luggage, and looked at me expectantly. His father, Oscar Blake, clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at me expressionlessly. His mother, Wendy Blake, on the other hand, unabashedly sized me up from head to toe. I felt a bit offended. However, Rylan mentioned that his parents had spent their whole life in the countryside. Perhaps their customs were different, and I could understand. The original plan for a romantic getaway for two turned into a trip with my boyfriend’s entire family, and my excitement instantly plummeted. Rylan seemed to sense my displeasure and pulled me aside. “Olivia, my parents worked hard to put me through college, and I want to take them on a trip. “They wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving Alvin home alone. “When I start working and earning money, I’ll take your parents on a trip too.” He spoke sincerely. Although my parents didn’t need him to spend money on them, his intentions were good. It was about understanding and compromising with each other. I nodded in agreement. Knowing Rylan’s financial situation, I took the initiative to buy their plane tickets. After boarding the plane, Alvin was so excited that he was jumping up and down and making strange noises. The other passengers were very annoyed and complained. The flight attendants tried to calm him down several times, but it didn’t work, and Wendy even accused them of meddling. I had to ask Rylan to intervene. When Alvin heard that he might be kicked off the plane, he finally quieted down. However, his parents looked at me with great displeasure. Two hours later, the plane finally landed in Kingstown. The sun was relentless, and the heat was stifling, making us all eager to get to the hotel and rest. As per the original plan, I had only booked two rooms. Now, with the hotel fully booked, we couldn’t get an extra room for Rylan’s family. “How are two rooms not enough? Rylan and Olivia can share one, and the three of us can take the other,” Oscar declared as if it were the most obvious solution. I quickly objected, “Mr. Blake, Rylan and I aren’t married. We can’t share a room.” My parents had raised me to value self-respect and to be cautious about intimacy before marriage. Wendy scoffed, her eyes lingering on my bare legs exposed by my shorts. “You’re with our Rylan now. This is bound to happen sooner or later. Don’t be so prudish.” Her words made me extremely uncomfortable. The others were also giving us strange looks. My already poor impression of them worsened, and my patience finally snapped.

To avoid delaying other guests’ check-in, I pulled them aside. “Mrs. Blake. Rylan and I aren’t married yet. You’re overstepping with such personal matters.” My sharp retort didn’t sit well with Wendy. Just as she was about to blow up, Rylan arrived with water, offering a glass to each of us. When he reached Wendy, she didn’t take the water, only wiping her tears with her sleeve. “Rylan, you’re so successful now, mom’s words don’t matter anymore.” Oscar also had a dark expression, refusing to drink the water. It was as if I had caused them immense grievance while Rylan was away. How could they still be playing these manipulative games at their age? I looked Rylan in the eyes and demanded sharply, “Your mom said in public that I should share a room with you and sleep with you. “Ask any woman here how they’d feel about that.” Rylan didn’t expect me to get so angry and kept apologizing profusely. “My mom is just like that. She has a sharp tongue but a good heart. “She thought having us share a room would save you money.” At least they knew they were spending my money. He whispered something to Wendy, and though she looked reluctant, she came over to apologize for what had happened. Rylan winked at me and put his hands together in a pleading gesture. I didn’t want to stay angry and ruin the trip, so I softened my expression and offered to find them another hotel. Alvin was enjoying the air conditioning in the hotel lobby and refused to leave. So Rylan asked his parents to stay there with Alvin while he went to find another hotel. I was tired and didn’t have the energy to deal with their issues. I took my key card and went to my room to rest. I had booked two connecting rooms, and his parents loud voice could still be heard through the wall. They seemed to be saying they were hungry and wanted to eat and that it was time to take a shower and change clothes. The sound was intermittent, and it was making it hard for me to sleep. Just then, my mom called to ask how my trip was going. I vented all my frustrations from the day, not caring if the people next door could hear me. “Rylan’s mom actually said that to you in the lobby?” My mom’s voice was shocked and displeased. She was a university professor, and she usually interacted with students and intellectuals. She had never heard such rude and disrespectful language. “Olivia, Rylan is a good kid. How can his parents be like this?” I was silent because I didn’t know the answer either. From meeting in a club activity to me accepting his advances, Rylan had always given me the impression of being gentle, courteous, and responsible. He always indulged my little whims and fancies. Besides, he excelled in his studies and was ambitious. My parents met him once at school and were very impressed. They didn’t care about Rylan’s family background; as long as he was honest, dependable, and would love and cherish me, it was enough for them. If nothing unexpected happened, we were going to get married. However, after interacting with his family today, I felt it was better to put the marriage talk on hold for now. After a while, my mom spoke again. “Olivia, if you want a long-term relationship with Rylan, you have to consider his parents and family. “He can pretend in front of you, but what is he like in front of his parents when he doesn’t need to pretend? “You need to see his true character clearly. In any case, Mom will always support your decision.” My nose tingled; it felt so good to be loved by my mom. “Oh, and your dad is busy with the branch office in Kingstown these days. If you have any trouble, just contact him directly.” Just as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Rylan, sweating profusely, holding a bag of oranges out to me.

After taking a plane or train, I tend to feel nauseous and want to vomit. Eating oranges always helped. He had always been mindful of this little quirk of mine. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to cool off?” Rylan offered the oranges again. I didn’t take the oranges, but I opened the door to let him in. He went on about finding a cheap hotel nearby and asked if I was still planning to visit Kingstown’s famous night market tonight. The thought of the bustling market and its diverse array of goods lifted my spirits. I took the peeled oranges from him, and we shared them. As night fell, the weather cooled down considerably. The night market was a seemingly endless street filled with clothes, shoes, trinkets, and specialties from all over the country. I was having a great time browsing when a vendor grabbed my arm. “Miss, you haven’t paid yet!” He ran a clothing stall, but I didn’t buy anything from him. The owner pointed at Rylan’s parents’ backs. “They said you’d pay.” They were carrying a bag of clothes, and Alvin had a handful of grilled sausages. Seeing my hesitation, the owner grew impatient. “You’re not trying to skip out on the bill, are you?” Rylan stepped forward to explain and urged me to pay quickly. The long bill included underwear, socks, and other items. The total came to 1562 dollars. Then there was the grilled food, which cost 86 dollars. As we continued walking, several other vendors asked me to settle their bills. Rylan, beside me, was excitedly looking around, completely oblivious to the situation. I stopped and said sternly, “Rylan, your parents came to Kingstown without bringing anything. “They’re treating me like an ATM, aren’t they?” Rylan held a pair of shoes Oscar had worn, examining them as he spoke. “Olivia, why are you making such a fuss over this little bit of money? “Your mom gave you two hundred thousand dollars, so what’s the big deal if my parents buy some clothes and shoes?” His tone implied that it was my duty to foot the bill for them. “That two hundred thousand dollars is my money, and how I spend it is my decision. “Who says just because I have money, I have to buy clothes for your parents and snacks for your brother?” Rylan froze, then looked at me with a wounded expression. “Olivia, we’re going to be family soon. It hurts when you talk like that. “Shouldn’t family members support each other? What’s wrong with spending a little money now to make the elders happy? “When I have money in the future, I’ll also take care of your parents.” It finally dawned on me. Rylan was painting a rosy picture for me, like a boss promising future rewards to his employees. He was saying that when he makes it big someday, he would take my parents on trips and shower them with gifts. He was so sure of his bright future that he saw my current contributions as an early investment, something he deserved to receive without any guilt. So, I saw my current contributions as an early investment in him, something he deserved. Yet, he still hadn’t found a job. While everyone else was busy sending out resumes during spring and fall recruiting seasons, he was out wining and dining people, all on my dime. He called it “looking for entrepreneurial partners”. He looked down on ordinary jobs, only dreaming of getting rich quickly and soaring to the top. In a positive light, it was ambition. In a negative light, it was impatience. They said travel was the ultimate test of a relationship. Less than a day in, and he was already showing his true colors. I calm down, deciding to test the sincerity of his words. “Rylan, you’re right, family should support each other. “I have a bit of a headache now, and I’d like some mint lemonade.” With that, I hold my head and squat down. Rylan’s parents kept piling on purchases. Seeing that I hadn’t followed to pay, they turned around and angrily demanded to know what I was doing.

Rylan accused me of making a fuss over nothing. “It is Kingstown, not Butterwort. Where do you think you’ll find mint lemonade here? “Are you trying to ruin the mood for my parents?” Kingstown had mint lemonade; he just couldn’t be bothered to look for it. It was what he meant by supporting each other. It essentially meant I could support his family, but his family couldn’t return the favor. I went along with Rylan’s words. “Fine, I won’t ruin the fun. I’m heading back to the hotel.” I stood up, shouldered my bag, and returned to the hotel alone. The front desk handed me a long bill. It turned out Rylan’s parents had ordered room service. They’d ordered every overpriced dish on the menu. I put away the bills, returned to my room, locked the door, and prepared to take a bath. Between the flights, hotel, and various other expenses, the Blake family had already cost me over twenty-six thousand dollars. My planned trip still had fourteen days left. If things continued like this, I wouldn’t even be able to afford a return ticket. I’d deal with the breakup later. Since I was already here, I was determined to complete my planned itinerary. I hung up on Rylan’s call and went to bed early, deciding to go to the amusement park alone the next day. When I finished my makeup and set off with my selfie stick, Rylan’s parents’ room was still quiet. Finally, I could enjoy myself alone. It was cloudy today, but it was more relaxed than yesterday. In a great mood, I lined up outside the park to get my ticket checked. To my surprise, Rylan showed up with his entire family. Alvin, who had always been rude to me, rushed over as soon as he saw me, begging to ride the coin-operated kiddie ride. “Olivia, please, just let me play for a little while,” he pleaded, lying on the ground and refusing to get up, drawing the attention of both visitors and staff. Rylan knew I hated making a scene in public, which was why he had the owner make me pay the bill last night. He was trying the same trick today, but it wasn’t going to work. I didn’t even glance at him, continuing to wait in line for the ticket check. Because his tantrum was disrupting the order of the amusement park, security had to step in and remove Alvin. It triggered Wendy. She immediately went up and shoved the security guard, who accidentally bumped into her during the struggle. She instantly collapsed to the ground. The park management had no choice but to call the police. Rylan pointed me out as a related witness, so I ended up going to the police station, too. Because of the complicated situation between Rylan, Wendy, and the security guard, the mediation dragged on for two hours without any resolution. Alvin, under someone’s influence, cried incessantly, claiming the security guard had broken his arm. So, we went back to the hospital for another X-ray. The amusement park plan was ruined. We also missed the 3 pm train, and tomorrow’s trip to Oceana was off the table. The ridiculous part was that Wendy actually had the nerve to demand that I pay the hospital bill. “If it weren’t for you, Alvin wouldn’t have been hurt.” I looked at the perfectly fine Alvin and the now useless Disney tickets, my anger boiling over. “Is he hurt? Where is he hurt?” Furious, I grabbed his arm and shook it back and forth. “If he hadn’t been rolling around on the ground at the entrance, I’d be taking pictures and watching shows at Disney right now. “Every time he walked with me, I wanted to find a hole to crawl into, do you understand?” From the airport onwards, Alvin’s bratty behavior annoyed countless people. Only Wendy still thought her child’s wildness and boldness were admirable. Rylan and Wendy swatted my hand away and shielded their younger son. Oscar glared at me fiercely and said, “Alvin is your husband’s brother. You have to give him whatever he wants, or you can forget about joining the Blake family.” They thought the Blake family was some prestigious clan everyone was dying to join. I pulled out a mirror from my bag and held it up to them. “Take a good look. You guys think you’re something special, huh? Chasing after things way out of your league and still not satisfied. “And now you want your whole family to get a piece of that swan. “Well, let me tell you, swans aren’t so easy to fool. Be careful, or one of them might just peck you back to reality.” Rylan came rushing over with the inspection report in hand. He snatched the mirror out of mine, frustrated. “How can you speak to my family like that?”

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Mom took me and my sister, Nora Lewis, to buy some Lucky Pets. I fell in love with a white snake at first sight. Nora thought snakes were scary and hard to keep, so she picked a loach, the easiest to care for. We heard loaches take a year to bond with their owners, so Nora pampered hers. But her loach died within six months. Meanwhile, after getting my white snake, I landed a job at a company and won millions in the lottery. Nora was consumed by jealousy, ranting about snakes eating loaches, accusing me of letting the snake devour the loach’s luck. When I let my guard down, Nora shoved me into the river. We both got a second chance at life, but Nora beat me to choosing the white snake. She didn’t know that… Snakes were creatures of dark energy; they chose their masters, not the other way around. Forcing a snake to submit only leads to getting bitten. ***** “Mom, I want this white snake!” The icy grip of the river water had just faded when I opened my eyes to see Nora grabbing the white snake’s cage. She hugged it tight as if afraid I’d snatch it away. Mom frowned. “Nora, weren’t you terrified of snakes? They’re dangerous and can bite. Pick something safer, honey.” Even the seller chimed in. “Young lady, you’ve got no connection with this snake. Why not go for the loach? It’s a fallen dragon. Once it bonds with you, it’ll transfer its unused luck your way.” Nora’s face darkened. “You swindler, think I’m clueless? Loaches just have dragon luck, they’re not real dragons. Snakes are true reincarnated dragons. I’m picking the snake.” His well-meant advice earned him an undeserved scolding. The seller’s face fell, and he didn’t say another word after that. Mom always favored Nora. Seeing her pick the snake, she said nothing, just nudged me to hurry up and choose so we could go home. As I stood there, eyeing the array of lucky pets, still unsure what to pick, Nora shoved the box with the loach into my hands. “Claire, take the loach. It’s no dragon, but it suits you just fine.” I knew then she’d been reborn, too. Nora and I are twins. At 24, we were both struggling to find jobs. Mom heard raising lucky pets could change our luck, so she brought us here to choose. In our past life, Nora followed the master’s advice and picked the loach. Determined to change her fate, she’d recite the bible daily and feed it the most expensive foods. But within six months, her loach died. Less than a month later, Nora got in a car crash, was scammed out of money, and was nearly assaulted by a homeless man. Meanwhile, I’d only raised a little white snake for half a year, but my luck soared. I won big on scratch cards, landed my dream job, and everything fell into place. Nora grew jealous. She invited me to the river and, when I wasn’t looking, pushed me in. And I drowned. I was about to say something, but Mom had already paid and was ushering us out the door. In the car, Nora kept grinning, clutching the small white snake. Suddenly, she turned to me with a smug look. “Claire, I heard these eels are something special. I’m letting you have it, so when you hit the big time, don’t forget who hooked you up.” If I hadn’t lived this life before, I might’ve bought Nora’s act hook, line, and sinker. But I knew the ugly truth lurking behind that fake smile of hers. The moment I’d climb the ladder, she’d be the first in line to stab me in the back. My eyes fell on the drowsy white snake in her arms, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Nora had no clue. Snakes were way trickier to raise than eels. They were full of negative energy and killer instincts. More importantly, mystical snakes chose their masters. They came to you, not the other way around. Just buying one and expecting to be its master was asking for trouble. And what Nora had wasn’t even a regular snake. It was a python. The kind that keeps on growing.

We’d barely stepped through the door when Nora whisked her snake off to her room. Some folks from the neighborhood watch dropped by to warn Mom about a string of break-ins nearby. “Keep an eye on your valuables,” they said. I dug up an old fish tank and tossed the loach in. To be honest, I’m not big on the whole “lucky pet” superstition. But in my past life, my luck really did change after I got the white snack. I called it Whitey. I followed the seller’s advice and started raising a loach. I named it Muddy and fed it daily, even reading a Bible verse every night. I found an old eggshell and put it in its tank. Muddy seemed to love it. It looked like it was using that shell as a little hideout. Still, the little guy always kept its distance from me. After a week of feeding, I called out to it, and surprisingly, it responded. Meanwhile, I kept up my daily outings. I told the folks I was job hunting, but really, I was hitting the books at the library. In my past life, it took me six months to land a gig with a big-name company. That company was a big deal in our town. Getting in was like hitting the jackpot. But after I started, I realized the boss didn’t care about my skills. He was after my zodiac. He wanted me there as his good luck charm. So now, I was thinking of trying for a government job. After all, who wants to be someone else’s human shield? Nora still refused to leave the house, fixated on the idea that raising Lucky Pets would magically turn her life around. Mom asked me to talk some sense into Nora. In my previous life, I had listened to Mom’s advice. I told Nora that lucky pets were just luck boosters and that finding a job still required personal effort. At the very least, she should go out and drop off some resumes. Nora took my advice back then. On her first day of job hunting, her pet loach died. From that day on, Nora blamed my Whitey for killing her loach, saying I was trying to steal her good fortune. Then, I accidentally won the lottery and landed a job at a foreign company. Nora’s jealousy went through the roof, and she ended up killing me. After Nora shoved me into the river, I saw Mom arrive at the scene. Seeing me clinging to life, Mom didn’t call for help. Instead, she rushed Nora home. When they fished out my body, Mom had me cremated right away. She told everyone it was an accidental drowning. My blood ran cold at the memory. I said to Mom, “Raising a lucky pet requires true devotion. Nora’s actions are justified.” I kept quiet, and Mom was too scared to say anything about Nora. We had no choice but to let Nora worship that snake like a god. She built a fancy cage, cleaned it daily, read the Bible three times a day, and even sent Mom to catch newborn wild mice in the countryside. Whitey was picky, too. It turned its nose up at farm-raised mice, demanding only wild ones. And they had to be tender ones, just sprouting their first bit of fur. Once, while Mom was cleaning Whitey’s cage in Nora’s room, it nearly bit her. Nora didn’t blame Whitey. Instead, she scolded Mom for disturbing its meditation. After that, no one dared go near the thing. That night, Nora came to my room to borrow my hairdryer. She walked in just as I was reading the Bible to Muddy. She snorted, “Claire, you’re really taking this little mudfish seriously, huh? People online say those who believe these fish can bond with humans are as gullible as old folks buying into health scams. You might as well feed that thing to my snake.” As she said this, Muddy seemed to sulk in his tank. It swam back and forth in the tank, looking like it wanted to jump out. I called out softly, “Muddy, calm down.” Hearing my voice, Muddy actually stopped, ignoring Nora and curling up in its favorite eggshell instead. I chuckled, “Seems pretty smart to me.” Nora’s eyes widened. The loach she had in her past life never listened to her like this. Nora’s face darkened, and she scoffed, “So what if it listens? A snake can still steal a loach’s luck.” I laughed. “We’re just keeping it for fun. Don’t tell me you actually believe in that superstition.” I laughed, and Nora joined in. But her laughter was unsettling, with a smile on her face but ice in her eyes. As she left, Nora muttered under her breath. “It doesn’t matter if the mudfish obeys you. With my baby snake around, it won’t bring you any luck at all.” Ironically, the very next day after Nora said that, I hit the jackpot.

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The limited-edition item from the brand that was reserved for me was snatched up by my brother, Joe West, using his family discount card. When I confronted him, expecting an explanation, I was met with a barrage of insults. “You shameless bitch, letting my boyfriend buy you a bag? Have you lost your mind?” Later on, Joe even had the nerve to complain to me, saying, “Sis, my girlfriend is just really into me. You should apologize to her!” Not long after, his girlfriend showed up at my house, complaining to my parents, “Don’t blame Rebecca. I gave her a gift, but she turned her nose up at it and said Joe wouldn’t get a share of the family fortune…” My mom looked completely bewildered and said, “There isn’t any share for him anyway.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, “Ha! This scheming little witch just hit a brick wall!” ***** My parents have always groomed me to be the heir. They’d given me the best of everything since I was a kid. As for my brother, Joe? Well, in my mom’s words, “As long as he’s alive, that’s enough.” Earlier that day, a brand I’d collaborated with for years called to say they’d set aside a bag for me. When I sent my assistant to pick it up, she was told Joe had already snagged it with his family discount card. I thought, “Huh? Is that little twerp in love or something?” Curious, I called to probe, “Joe, did you grab my bag for me?” Instead of Joe, a shrill female voice answered, “Who’s this slut trying to get my man to buy her a bag? “Know your place, you gold-digger! “You motherless piece of trash, go die already!” After a minute of non-stop profanity-laced insults, the call ended. I’d never been cussed out like that in my life. I was fuming. I thought, “Alright then. You’re both dead meat.” Just as I was about to block Joe’s number, he called again, frantically apologizing, “I’m so sorry, sis. My girlfriend didn’t know who you were. She just loves me too much and lost her cool…” Joe’d always been a bit of a pushover, but he’d always been good to me. I was starting to waver when he added, “It’s just a bag. Can’t you just apologize and call it even?” I rolled my eyes. “Apologize my ass.” As soon as I hung up, I got a friend request from “I Don’t Like Coriander.” The profile picture showed a girl in a white dress, a bandaged hand, an eye patch, and a playful tongue-out expression. Her message was straight to the point: [You bitch, how dare you insult my boyfriend? I’ll tear you apart!] I accepted the request, amused. Before I could type anything, she dragged me into a group chat. A bunch of profiles with generic, handsome guy pictures started attacking me. [Just because you’re Joe’s sister, you can insult people? How dare you disrespect others like that?] [We heard you always exploit your brother. Why don’t you just go die already? Should we expose you online?] “I Don’t Like Coriander” was particularly aggressive. [He’s just a student, and you’re making him buy you designer bags worth hundreds of thousands? Have you no shame?] [You’ll get married someday, and the West Group will be all his. You’re just spending his money now, you know?] I was utterly speechless. My brother really had a knack for finding these insufferable girlfriends. The group chat continued with more insults: [Looking at your social media, always dressing so provocatively. Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce your own brother?] It was disgusting. But I’d calmed down by now. I typed: [I wasn’t going to get involved, but since you seem so familiar with the ins and outs of prostitution, I feel obliged to warn my brother. Better be careful not to catch anything nasty.]

A barrage of profanity-laced messages popped up. I chuckled: [ Ooh, looks like I struck a nerve.] “I Don’t Like Coriander” exploded: [You’re dead meat, bitch!] [Easy there, I can smell your meltdown from here.] I typed before swiftly exiting the group and blocking everyone. I shared screenshots of their abuse in the family group chat. Joe panicked. “Rebecca, delete those! What if people misunderstand Ashley?” “Misunderstand what? It’s all there in black and white,” I replied nonchalantly, playing a game on speakerphone. Joe’s voice was flustered. “She didn’t know the family card money was yours. She thought you were trying to seduce me. It’s because you changed your contact to ‘Boss’ on my phone…” I thought, “The little twerp is blaming me!” My temper flared again. “So it’s my fault now? You took the bag meant for me without a word, and now you’re blaming me? I ought to call the cops!” “No, please!” Joe hesitated before admitting, “Ashley has depression. She’s emotionally unstable and can’t handle the police. I’m begging you, sis. Apologize to her! “I really love her and I’m afraid she might do something stupid…” “Depression? Sounds more like rabies to me.” I hung up and blocked him. The family group chat exploded. [What the hell? Woke up to see a two-faced snake.] [Always thought Joe was slow, but this dumb? Dating someone like that?] Joe meekly posted six dots before getting booted from the chat. My mother, Amanda West, called. She said, “My poor baby girl. Don’t worry, your dad and I are heading to the city. We’ll tear that girl apart!” My dad, Vincent West, was fuming in the background. “My precious daughter’s never been insulted like this in her life!” After some pleasantries, I took some vitamins and settled in for a beauty nap. The West Group had an open-door policy where everyone from directors to janitors could give feedback weekly. Lately, several department heads had been grumbling, taking subtle digs at me. Puzzled, I decided to investigate the next day. I went undercover in plain business attire, infiltrating the most disgruntled department—HR. In the break room corner, I was grimacing at my new awful coffee when two interns walked in. One carried a familiar handbag—identical to the one the brand had promised me. I smirked as they started gossiping, ignoring my presence. “Her contact is ‘Boss,’ and she’s always ordering my boyfriend around. Even if she’s his sister, isn’t that weird?” “Gross, she definitely has the hots for her brother.” I wanted to gag. They glanced at me, assuming I wouldn’t dare speak up. “Hey, pour me my favorite coffee.” I thought, “I’d like to see what they’re going to say.” As I handed over the coffee, I caught the handbag girl’s name tag. Intern: Ashley Maxwell. The West Group interns were typically from top universities with strict entry requirements. I thought, “That idiot brother snuck his girlfriend into the company. No wonder everyone’s complaining!” Ashley smirked. “A limited-edition bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My boyfriend’s just a college senior. I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.” I had to laugh. In my head, I retorted, “So spending my own money is shameless, but buying you a bag is perfectly fine? Now that’s what I call shameless!”

Ashley pouted, saying, “Besides, isn’t it normal for the main chick to go off on the side piece? “She’s an outsider eyeing the family fortune, trying to seduce her own brother. I just wanted to teach her a lesson in that group chat, but she couldn’t handle it and bailed.” “Babe, your mouth is something else. No wonder Mr. West loves to kiss it.” Her friend simpered. One twisting facts, the other brown-nosing. I nearly gagged, thinking, “Joe must be desperate to want this piece of work.” “Once I marry Joe, I’ll convince him to marry off Rebecca to some farmer. She can pop out babies in the fields all day. That’ll teach her,” Ashley said. “Brilliant! Perfect for dealing with that fake prude.” I felt sicker by the second. How could any woman say such things? Their gossip continued, but suddenly, there was a commotion outside. I peeked out to see our housekeeper, Megan Fox, who’d likely just arrived from the West Estate. My parents were used to her cooking, so she’d come along to the city. She was still in her country-style clothes, sitting quietly and properly in place. I poured her a glass of water, but before I could hand it over, someone knocked it out of my hand. “Where’d this old hag come from? You think the West Group is a place for lowlifes like you?” Ashley spat. She turned to me. “Playing nice, huh? Trying to impress my boyfriend?” Seeing my eye twitch, she impatiently kicked Megan. “Just here for the free AC, you cheap old bag? “You’re covered in germs and viruses, disgusting. Who let you into the West Group anyway?” Her intern friend chimed in, “This is the future Mrs. West. She’s being nice by just kicking you. If you know what’s good for you, get lost.” Megan looked bewildered. “Who are you two?” She glanced at me, confused, muttering, “I didn’t know Joe had a fiancée…” She’d been with my parents for years, practically part of the company. Ashley, not catching that, still flew off the handle. “What are you mumbling about? Talking shit about me?” I thought, “Depression’s just one of her issues. This nutjob’s got paranoia, too!” “Apologize, you old bitch!” Ashley screamed, suddenly slapping Megan hard. I couldn’t stop it in time, watching helplessly as Megan fell. Megan had practically raised Joe and me when our parents were busy. We were incredibly close. Rage boiled over. I lunged forward, grabbed Ashley’s hair, and slapped her five times in quick succession. She stood there stunned. “How dare you hit me!” “Do I need a reason to slap an idiot?” I retorted, about to kick her. Suddenly, a powerful force shoved me to the ground from behind. A voice roared, “You’re the idiot! Nobody touches my girlfriend!” Joe had appeared out of nowhere. Ashley’s hate-filled eyes instantly brimmed with tears. She clung to Joe’s arm, “Baby, she hit me! “You have to fire her. I’m so hurt.” “It reminds me of when I was bullied before…” Joe was furious, glaring at me menacingly. “You…” He was taken aback. As Joe snapped back to reality, he met Megan’s furious gaze, and panic set in. “You guys…” I crossed my arms and said with a smirk. “If you apologize now, I might just consider not kicking you to the curb.” “Rebecca, I…” Joe’s words faltered, cut short by his girlfriend’s sudden outburst. “Who do you think you are, demanding an apology? You’ve got some nerve, you little thief!” Ashley looked at Megan, who was clearly confused, fuming. “It’s that old hag over there! I don’t know how she managed to sneak into the West Group, but she’s definitely up to no good. “Filthy and disgusting! Who knows what kind of germs she’s carrying?” She pointed a finger at me, her voice dripping with disdain. “And this cheap woman? She’s just trying to show off in front of you, hoping to play the nice guy and seduce you. “How dare you make my boyfriend apologize? “Do you even know who he is? This whole company belongs to him! If he tells you to scram, you better get out! “Honestly, you should take a good look in the mirror. I bet your mom was out selling herself, and you inherited that charm.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought, “Wow, such filthy language! Looks like your innocent persona is crumbling a bit, but I’m not about to let you off easy.”

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I was Amy Lane’s scapegoat, the friend who always took the fall. She wore hickeys on her neck like badges of honor, but when her mother, Cameron Diaz, asked about them, she laughed it off, claiming I was just messing around. While Amy and her boyfriend were out partying, she told everyone it was all for my birthday. When her grades slipped, she pointed fingers at me, insisting I was failing, too. And when Amy found out she was pregnant, she sobbed to Cameron, saying I had dragged her to a bar and slipped something into her drink. Cameron didn’t take kindly to that. She rallied a group of people and came after me, leaving me for dead. But then, I got a second chance at life. Now, Cameron was back at my door, looking like she was ready to throw down again. I couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it was me who kissed her, and it was me who drugged her! And you know what? My grades were pretty terrible too. That kid of hers? Who knows, it might just be a loser like her. Better off gone!” ***** Amy was all over her boyfriend, yet she had told Cameron she was spending my birthday at my place. The phone kept ringing. It was Cameron calling. A chill ran through me as Cameron’s voice came through loud and clear. “Felicity, you’re a high school student. Why are you pulling these stunts? Amy has classes tomorrow, and you’re making her stay at your place? “You two are students and should focus on your studies. Even if you’re not interested in learning, you shouldn’t be a distraction to Amy. Amy’s goal is to get into a good university. “And for heaven’s sake, if she’s at your place, at least keep her phone on! We’re worried sick as it is. How can you be so thoughtless?” As I listened to the endless stream of accusations and scorn, my anger simmered. In my past life, I was Amy’s scapegoat, the one her mother always blamed. I remembered a time I went to Amy’s house to drop off some homework. Cameron had seen the love bite on Amy’s neck and asked, “Is that a mosquito bite?” Without missing a beat, Cameron pointed at me and said, “Felicity did that while goofing around.” Cameron gave me a strange look, then told Amy to help in the kitchen, but she really scolded Amy for half an hour. I could hear their conversation from the living room. Most of it was meant to be heard by me, and I was so embarrassed I ran out of the house. Cameron suspected me of being lesbian and didn’t consider me a good student. She just wanted Amy to stay away from me. After that, I had little contact with Amy, but she kept using me as her fall guy. I ended up bearing the brunt of her lies. I ended up bearing the brunt of her lies. Now Cameron was calling again, and I knew without a doubt that Amy had been out with her troublemaker boyfriend again and was using me as her excuse. “Felicity, are you even listening? Have Amy answer the phone!” I snapped out of my thoughts and shouted, “Am…” The phone hit the floor with a thud, and Cameron’s voice grew frantic on the other end. “Felicity? Felicity? Are you there?” I picked up the phone and turned it off. I hummed as I grabbed my bathrobe and headed to the bathroom. Just as I finished drying my hair, there was a pounding at the door. Cameron burst in, followed closely by Amy’s father, Barry Lane. “Amy? Amy? Get out here, you brat!” Facing the aggressive woman, I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. Turning around with a forced smile, I asked, “Mrs. Lane, what brings you here?” “Felicity, what’s going on? Why did you hang up in the middle of our call? Where’s my Amy? Where are you hiding her? Get her out here now!” My eyes were blazing red with fury, and I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking, “How could I possibly hide her?” The truth was hard to keep under wraps. In my past life, Amy ended up pregnant. She sobbed to her mother, blaming me for tricking her into going to a bar and drugging her. Before the police could even start their investigation, her mother had hired people to beat me to death. The pain from that beating was something I could never forget. I had been set for a bright future with my dream university lined up, but Amy’s family had destroyed everything. How could I not harbor hatred?

“Mrs. Lane, how on earth did Amy end up at my place?” I knew that no matter how I tried to explain, it would be pointless. Just like in my past life, Cameron was convinced I had ruined Amy’s life, and she was ready to take her frustrations out on me with her fists. Now, she had made up her mind that I was the one encouraging Amy to stay out late, that I was the bad influence on her daughter. “Felicity, I’m giving you one last chance to hand over my daughter,” Cameron said, her voice dripping with menace. “Mrs. Lane, are you losing your marbles? I didn’t kidnap your daughter. What’s with the late-night drama at my house?” Before I could catch my breath, Amy’s dad, Barry, slapped me hard across the face. The force of it left me dazed, a buzzing echo ringing in my ears. He immediately pulled out a camera and started recording. “I don’t care whose daughter you’re; your dad’s not disciplining you. I’m here to set things straight. And what kind of teachers are we dealing with? Letting someone like you stay in school? I’m calling for your expulsion!” With a swift motion, he sent the video flying into the class group chat. The chat exploded with messages, everyone eager to know what was happening. It seemed Cameron had found her weapon against me, thrusting her phone into my face as she recorded. “This girl is nothing but trouble. My daughter, Amy, has always been a good kid. Felicity was shy and didn’t have many friends, which is why I encouraged Amy to befriend Felicity. But I had no idea she was hiding a heart full of malice, trying to lead my daughter astray! “Let’s not forget the facts. Now she’s encouraging my daughter to stay out all night, turning Amy’s phone off. As a parent, how am I supposed to feel? I’m worried sick about my girl!” Cameron was pleased with the reaction. The chat was flooded with support for her side. [Senior year is crucial; if she gets derailed now, it could ruin her future!] [Absolutely! If my daughter hung out with someone like that, I’d have a meltdown!] [Some parents really don’t take responsibility. Parents should keep a close eye on their kids; there are too many bad influences out there nowadays.] [Children are like delicate flowers, and if they’re getting poisoned, what a shame!] Maybe it was the crowd’s cheers that gave Barry the courage to jump into a group video call. Parents flooded in, eager to watch the spectacle unfold. “Her parents aren’t doing their job, so I’m stepping in,” Cameron declared, grabbing a feather duster from beside the TV. “If you don’t hand over my daughter right now, I won’t hold back!” He pointed the duster at me, his face twisted with rage, as if he wanted to tear me apart. Suddenly, Barry shifted the camera, focusing it on an antique vase in my living room. Someone in the chat recognized it. “Whoa, that vase looks like it’s got some history!” Barry, noticing the shift in attention, scoffed. “What does history matter? Look at how messed up their family is! Who knows how they even got their hands on that vase?” Barry was a construction foreman, used to barking orders at laborers, and he had that typical ‘big man on campus’ attitude. With a flick of his wrist, he smashed the vase, muttering, “Just doing my part to rid the world of scum.” The parents in the video erupted in cheers, finding it all incredibly satisfying. I stood by, watching as he got egged on by the crowd, smashing more of my things. In a moment of desperation, I tried to reason with them, saying, “Amy isn’t even here! You barged into my house and are destroying my property. I’ve already called the police!” Upon hearing that, the crowd fell silent, but a few fearless souls continued to watch the chaos unfold. Cameron, convinced I was hiding Amy, planted her hands on her hips, her arrogance unyielding. “Calling the cops? Good! Maybe they’ll lock you up, and my daughter can finally get back to her studies in peace!”

Most of the parents in the group chat were just there for the drama, ready to watch the chaos unfold. Suddenly, a woman’s voice cut through the noise. “My daughter just told me that this girl doesn’t even live at school! She’s being picked up in luxury cars every day!” That sent shockwaves through the chat, igniting a flurry of comments. I glanced at my phone and saw the name. Nancy Dona’s mom? Nancy was the class activities coordinator, the one who’d once asked me to dress up as a dog for a school event. I found that demeaning and refused, only for her to run to the teacher and report me for skipping out on activities. I’d rather write lines than crawl around like a dog! Nancy and her little clique often snickered at me behind my back, and whenever I got close, they’d burst into laughter and give me those weird looks. If Nancy and I weren’t on good terms, how could she possibly say anything nice to her mother about me? Barry grinned, showing all his teeth. “No wonder you live in a fancy apartment! You’re being spoiled by some sugar daddy! At your age, you should be focused on studying, but I’ll teach you a lesson!” With that, he grabbed a baseball bat from the cupboard and started swinging it around. Within minutes, my living room was a disaster zone, and the noise attracted neighbors who came to see what was going on. Cameron was shouting at the neighbors about how terrible I was, smashing my crystal cabinet with a vengeance. “Look at this! She’s a bad influence on my daughter! If I don’t teach her a lesson today, I’m not called Cameron!” I noticed the teachers were online but completely ignoring the mayhem, and my heart sank. In my past life, I had kept my distance from Amy, but because the teacher had some connection with her family, I was forced to tutor her and even sit next to her in class. That gave Amy countless opportunities to set me up. I managed a tight smile as I picked up my phone and tried calling the teacher. The phone rang endlessly without an answer. I sent him a barrage of desperate messages, but there was no response. After all, he was Amy’s uncle; why would he help me? Then, a lightbulb went off in my head. I decided to announce in the group chat that I was going to give away a big cash prize. Sure enough, it got everyone buzzing, and soon, Charles Quentin popped up in the chat. I quickly typed: [Mr. Quentin, please help me explain to Amy’s parents!] Charles responded almost immediately: [Felicity, you and Amy have always been close. Just tell her parents where she is, and they won’t give you a hard time.] The group erupted in agreement. [Who wants to argue with a young girl late at night? We’re all parents here; let’s put ourselves in her shoes. Just tell us where you’ve taken the kid.] [Exactly! Our kids are sheltered and wouldn’t know how to handle someone with a devious mind.] [Can we get her expelled? One bad apple spoils the bunch!] [Kids today are nothing like we were; when I was a kid, I had to help around the house. Nowadays, they’re pampered and just want shortcuts.] [Let’s not generalize; my kid is well-behaved. If I had a daughter like that, I’d cut ties immediately.] The situation escalated quickly, with parents taking screenshots and recording videos to post online, blaming someone for leading their children astray. The trending topic “Desperate Parents Searching for Their Children” went viral, and discussions about how “humans are inherently good, but poor choices in friends lead to trouble” shot to the top of social media.

Someone in the group chat said, “Hey, let’s go live! Amy’s dad, you should start a stream. If her parents aren’t going to keep an eye on her, we’ll use the internet to hold her accountable. This is getting juicy; we can’t let her keep messing with our kids!” Barry’s eyes lit up, a greedy glint shining through as he eagerly opened the live-streaming app. With his booming voice and righteous indignation, he quickly drew in viewers, the numbers climbing rapidly. The narrative shifted to me being a manipulative villain, a bully targeting innocent girls, and how I was supposedly being supported by some sugar daddy. The online crowd was all too eager to jump on the bandwagon, transforming snippets of hearsay and their limited knowledge into a crusade for justice. They were all too ready to hit that like button, thinking it might just make a difference. Before long, the stream hit the headlines, racking up over 100 thousand viewers. But I felt nothing. I thought to myself, “I’ve already died once. If I’m going to get my revenge, it’s got to be big. I’ve done nothing wrong. Why should I hide? Why should I feel guilty?” I had no regrets about my past; I just wanted to make my voice heard. [Look at this fancy apartment! This little girl is living large and probably being spoiled and rotten! Who knows how much her sugar daddy is giving her each month?] [Parents in our group have already shared that she’s always being picked up by some old guy in a luxury car. I even saw them hugging. So cozy!] [Our kids are so young! How can they resist such temptations? That’s how she’s leading them astray!] Most of the viewers were parents sharing their own stories about how their once-obedient children had turned rebellious after befriending the wrong crowd. One mom lamented: [My kid has gotten so lazy! All his classmates don’t do chores at home, and now he won’t even wash his own underwear!] Then there was the bizarre tale of another parent who had sent their child back to their hometown to live with the grandparents, claiming those kids in their hometown were sheltered and naive, which made their own child overly timid and hesitant. “Today, I’m going to teach this materialistic girl a lesson! Look at her, wasting her youth! Watch me smash her little golden nest!” Barry declared, and his enthusiasm fueled by the stream’s growing popularity. Cameron pinned me to the couch while Barry grinned ear to ear, clearly enjoying the flood of gifts and comments rolling in. He had completely forgotten about his own daughter, blinded by the attention. As I watched him swagger toward my art studio, which housed not only my practice pieces but also some genuine masterpieces, I panicked. “Don’t you dare smash that room! If you do, I won’t let you get away with it!” The more frantic I became, the more excited Barry looked, shooting me a provocative glance. “There’s got to be something juicy in that room! If you want me to kick the door down, just send a big gift!” The sound of notifications chimed incessantly from his phone, and he was practically salivating at the screen. Then, with a loud crash, he kicked the door open. “Now do you believe me, folks? I told you she’s no good! Look at these painting, so disgusting, filthy!” Barry shouted, revealing a mix of scenic landscapes and tasteful nude art. To them, it was all just “filthy.” I fought to keep my composure, desperate to make myself heard. “You’re not even here to find Amy! You’re vandalizing my home, and that’s considered intentional damage! These paintings are worth a lot, and if you ruin them, you’ll be paying for it for years!”

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