After my husband died, I could actually see his soul hovering above. While clearing out his things, I heard him whisper, “Thank God she didn’t find the deed to the apartment I bought for Chloe.” I didn’t say a word. I just called my lawyer and reclaimed the apartment he’d given his mistress. The day the apartment was recovered, his soul frantically paced around the living room. But the very next second, I heard him sigh in relief. “At least I placed Chloe and my child with her. She’ll take good care of our kid.” I remained silent, but that same day, I contacted the foster care agency and sent the adopted child away. Looking back at all the guilt I felt when my husband Ryan died, it seems laughable now. The day Ryan was in a car accident, I rushed to the ER, only to be grabbed by his aunt Carol. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she shrieked, “Maya! You materialistic gold-digger! Ryan was in an accident on his way to get your anniversary gift!” My mother-in-law lunged at me, twisting my arm. “Ryan was such a good, honest man!” she screamed. “Ever since he married you, he worked himself to the bone. And you, you greedy bitch, had to demand some fancy gift. He’s dead because of you!” The relatives from Ryan’s side instantly swarmed around, their voices overlapping, pushing all the blame onto me. I opened my mouth, wanting to explain that I had only mentioned our anniversary was coming up, I never demanded Ryan buy anything. But now, the words were stuck in my throat, not a single one escaping. My son Leo reacted in a way that choked me up the most. He tugged at my sleeve, shaking me hard. “Mommy is bad! It’s all because you wanted a gift that Daddy died! I don’t have a daddy anymore!” A child’s words are the most direct, and the most hurtful. Guilt, like a rampant vine, grew wildly, strangling me until I couldn’t breathe. It was true. If I hadn’t mentioned our anniversary, Ryan wouldn’t have gone out at that time, and he wouldn’t have been in a car accident. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Just then, in a daze, I glimpsed Ryan’s soul hovering above the ER. I thought it was a hallucination brought on by overwhelming grief. But it wasn’t until his voice rang out that I realized it was all real. “Good thing Maya doesn’t know I was on my way to buy Chloe a cake when I crashed.” “Chloe is so timid. If she knew I died because of her, how much she’d blame herself…” His voice was light and airy, yet it struck me like a bolt of lightning, freezing my blood instantly. I abruptly stopped crying, my gaze fixed intently on Ryan’s soul. Of course, I knew the Chloe he was talking about. She was Ryan’s junior from college, and she joined their company two years ago after graduating. Ryan often brought her up in front of me, saying she was innocent and sensible, and despite her poor background, she was incredibly hardworking. He claimed it was only natural for him to look after her a bit more out of “alumni camaraderie” and told me not to overthink it. He had kept his word, never doing anything inappropriate with Chloe. But I never imagined he would be so deeply invested in another woman behind my back. “If Chloe hadn’t said she wanted the mango mousse from that bakery across town, I wouldn’t have rushed, taking a shortcut and running that red light…” Ryan’s soul floated aimlessly in the air, his voice full of regret, yet he didn’t mention me once. “Good thing Mom and Dad covered for me, saying I was getting Maya an anniversary gift. Otherwise, with her temper, she’d definitely go after Chloe and make the poor girl suffer.” “I left in such a hurry, didn’t leave Chloe anything. Good thing I bought her an apartment when she first started working. At least she won’t be homeless in this big city after I’m gone.” Hearing Ryan’s words, I let out a soft laugh. I wanted to see how he planned to protect his “poor girl” even in death.

The day after the funeral, I immediately contacted Attorney Sarah. I gave her the address of the apartment Ryan had mentioned, along with Chloe’s personal information. “Also, prepare a statement. Say that Chloe exploited Ryan Thompson’s sympathy, falsely claiming financial hardship and homelessness, to defraud him of this property.” “Ryan, being inherently kind, made this decision without consulting me. Now that he’s gone, as his legal spouse, I have the right to reclaim our joint marital property.” Attorney Sarah was surprised but prepared all the necessary documents according to my instructions. Three days later, I arrived at Chloe’s doorstep with Attorney Sarah and several other staff members. The moment the door opened, I froze. Chloe was wearing a cream-colored loungewear set. The style and details were exactly like a gift Ryan had brought back for me from a business trip, hanging in my own closet. Even the necklace around Chloe’s neck was the same model as mine. So, he had split his affections long ago, one part for me, one part for his college junior. When Chloe saw me, a flicker of panic crossed her face. She instinctively pulled at her collar. “Maya, why are you here?” I didn’t speak, letting Attorney Sarah hand her the documents. “Ms. Chloe, according to legal provisions, this property belongs to Ms. Maya and Mr. Ryan Thompson as joint marital property. Mr. Thompson’s unilateral gift is invalid. Ms. Maya now demands the return of the property. Please cooperate with vacating the premises.” Chloe’s face instantly went white. She turned to me. “Maya, Ryan gave this to me. You can’t make me leave.” Hearing her words, I smirked. “Ms. Chloe, I’d like to ask, what exactly is your relationship with my husband, Ryan Thompson?” Chloe stiffened, her eyes darting away, afraid to meet my gaze. “Maya, I… I’m just Ryan’s junior. We don’t have any other relationship.” “A junior? What kind of junior is worth him giving you a three-million-dollar apartment in the city center?” Chloe looked at Attorney Sarah behind me, her lips trembling. After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence. “I… Ryan said it wasn’t easy for me after graduation, he wanted me to have a place to stay…” She hadn’t even finished speaking when I saw Ryan’s soul in mid-air, frantically pacing and muttering repeatedly. “Chloe, don’t say anything stupid. Just say I let you stay here, out of alumni friendship.” He floated over to Chloe, wanting to pat her shoulder to remind her, but his hand passed right through. He could only stomp his feet in place, even more agitated. “Just say it! Don’t let her catch you. That apartment is your security, it can’t be taken back.” I ignored him, keeping my gaze firmly on Chloe. “My husband claimed you were from a poor family, with no fixed abode. Yet I found out your parents just built a detached villa back home.” “Ms. Chloe, it’s not very dignified to exploit someone’s kindness.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly carried to the neighbors around us. Chloe’s face flushed red then paled. She wanted to say something, but I didn’t give her the chance. “Regarding your false claim of poverty to defraud Ryan of property, we have prepared the relevant documents. If you cooperate with moving out, we will not pursue legal action against you.” “But if you refuse, we will proceed legally. At that point, you will not only have to return the property but also bear corresponding legal responsibilities.” Ryan’s soul was spinning frantically, wanting to rush over and protect Chloe, but he repeatedly passed through our bodies, only able to shriek at me. “Maya, stop! You can’t do this to Chloe!” Mid-shriek, he suddenly stopped, his soul freezing in mid-air. Then a look of hopeful relief spread across his face. “I almost forgot, Leo is still with you. He’s my and Chloe’s child. Everything in the Thompson family will eventually belong to Leo…”

I stood rooted to the spot, frozen, unable to react for a long time. That child, whom Ryan and I had adopted from the orphanage, that child I had loved for five years and treated as my own, was actually Ryan and Chloe’s biological son? Countless images flooded my mind uncontrollably. When I tutored Leo with his homework, he would cry over math problems. I patiently explained it five times, but he would tear up his notebook, yelling, “Mommy’s explanations are impossible to understand.” When Ryan came home, he’d only read the formula once, and Leo would instantly grasp it, cuddling into Ryan’s arms and making a face at me. “Daddy is a hundred times smarter than you.” When I told Leo bedtime stories, he would always wake up startled and say, “Mommy, your voice is annoying.” But when Ryan occasionally told him a story, even if it was about something Leo wasn’t interested in, he would fall asleep peacefully. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. My efforts to please, my endless patience, it had all been one-sided. The child I had loved for five years actually had his own biological mother. That’s why everything I did was wrong in his eyes, everything I did annoyed him. “Chloe is so smart, keeping Leo right under Maya’s nose.” Ryan’s soul floated in the air, his voice full of triumph. “Maya, that woman, is just too soft-hearted. She’s raised Leo for five years, she’s definitely grown attached. She probably won’t even get married again.” “When she’s old, won’t the Thompson family’s house, cars, and savings all go to Leo?” “Then Leo can bring Chloe over, mother and son reunited. I can rest easy in the afterlife.” He floated around, his tone even lighter. “So what if she temporarily takes back the apartment?” “All these things will eventually belong to Leo anyway. Maya is an outsider. At most, she’s just taking advantage for a few extra years.” Chloe’s face flushed. Her previous meek and pitiful demeanor vanished, replaced by seething anger in her eyes. “Maya, do you have to be so ruthless?” “Ryan just passed away, and you’re already rushing to kick me out? It’s just an apartment, do you have to be so petty?” “Aren’t you afraid Leo will blame you if he finds out? Last time I took Leo to buy candy, he even said he liked me more! Do you, his mother, get that kind of treatment?” Hearing her words, I didn’t get angry; I actually smiled. She had reminded me. The most important thing now was to deal with Leo. I glanced at her flushed face, ignoring her provocations, and turned to Attorney Sarah. “Proceed as planned. If the apartment isn’t empty in three days, file the lawsuit.” Chloe froze, her bravado immediately diminishing, but she still stiffened her neck and yelled, “You wouldn’t dare! If Leo asks about me, how will you explain it?” I completely ignored her, walked straight downstairs, and dialed the foster care agency. “Hello, is this the Sunshine Foster Care Agency? This is Maya, Leo’s foster mother.” “There’s an update. I’ve found Leo’s birth mother. According to regulations, I can no longer maintain legal custody. I’ll bring the child over this afternoon to complete the paperwork.”

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To punish me for my supposed infidelity, on Valentine’s Day Kellan brought his mistress Maya into our study and spent the night with her. Their moans echoed through the entire house. I knew Kellan wanted me to hear. Dawn was approaching when two final exhausted gasps came from next door. “Kellan, Skylar is right next door… What if she gets angry hearing us like this?” Maya’s sugary voice drifted through the wall. Kellan replied with a cold sneer, “She deserves this.” I let out a bitter laugh. There was a time when I would have fought with him just for glancing at another woman. But now… I genuinely didn’t care anymore. After eating alone and cleaning up, I checked social media and saw everyone showing off their romantic gestures—that’s how I remembered it was Valentine’s Day. I looked around the empty living room, feeling utterly alone. Kellan hadn’t come home in two weeks. Seeing it was only 8 PM, I turned off the lights and headed to bed. That’s when the door swung open. A man and woman stumbled inside, completely absorbed in a passionate kiss. I froze. Kellan’s hand gripped the back of Maya’s head, his kiss filled with raw possession. Noticing my presence, they paused and glanced over. Maya’s face flushed. “Kellan, your wife is home…” She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter. Kellan’s cold gaze swept over me. “So what? Let’s continue.” Almost defiantly, Kellan scooped Maya into his arms. Amid her playful squeals, he carried her toward the study.

The study door slammed shut. Almost immediately, Maya’s giggles and Kellan’s heavy breathing became clearly audible. I closed my eyes, retrieved earplugs from the drawer, and returned to the master bedroom. Lying in the dark, sleep wouldn’t come. I reached for the bedside table, grabbed a small plastic bottle, and swallowed two sleeping pills. After a moment’s thought, I took two more. For the past two years, sleeping pills were the only way I could get any rest. It all started around that time— Kellan began fooling around with different women. None of them lasted more than three months—he changed women faster than most people change clothes. Except for Maya. She was a freshly graduated, sweet-faced college student who became his assistant right after graduation. She wanted money, he wanted beauty—they ended up in bed quickly. By this Valentine’s Day, it had been exactly one year. My mother-in-law warned me anxiously, “Be careful of that girl. She’s cunning. Kellan fooling around is one thing, but I don’t want this to end in divorce!” I just smiled. Even my usually tolerant mother-in-law could see—Kellan truly cared about Maya.

The noise from the next room grew louder. I rolled over and tried to sleep. Thanks to the sleeping pills, I managed to fall into a light doze about ten minutes later. The nightmares returned. A dark, decaying warehouse. My hands and feet tied. A grotesque, leering face approaching. I was a lamb awaiting slaughter, screaming in despair. The scene shifted to Kellan’s livid face as he gave me the silent treatment. “Skylar, you slept with another man, putting one green hat after another on my head. Do you really think I won’t hit you?” The veins on his neck bulged. His raised fist slammed into the wall instead, leaving bloodstains. He ignored my tearful explanations. He stopped me from calling the police. When I knelt, begging him to forget it happened, his eyes held nothing but disgust. “Skylar, you’ve dirtied yourself. What right do you have to make demands?” He shook me off and walked away without looking back. I often woke at midnight, my face wet with tears. Kellan’s disgusted eyes haunted me. Two years had passed since the incident. He never touched me again. He thought I was dirty.

I woke up crying, gasping for air. The sounds from next door still drifted through the wall. They were still at it. As my emotions settled, I checked my phone in the dark—only 12:30 AM. I lay back down, staring blankly at the ceiling. Two full years had passed since the assault. Yet it remained a nightmare that trapped me anytime. I couldn’t understand why those thugs kidnapped me, assaulted me in that dark abandoned warehouse. Then knocked me out, took me to a hotel, and staged it to look like a consensual affair. And so conveniently, Kellan showed up to “catch” me. I was humiliated, photographed, pointed at, cursed. Everyone thought Mrs. Evans cheated because she was lonely. I said I was assaulted. No one believed me. Kellan’s face darkened. His first reaction was to choke me, demanding through gritted teeth, “What didn’t I give you, that you had to betray me like this?” “Tell me, Skylar.” In our years of marriage, he’d been incredibly good to me. We were deeply in love, devoted to each other. But I never betrayed him. In utter despair, I knelt, begging him to believe I was set up, that I was assaulted. Kellan watched me coldly, silent for a long time, then laughed. “Skylar, do you still think I’m a fool?” He didn’t believe my explanation. He coldly pushed me away and left. I clutched his sleeve desperately, pleading for his belief. “Skylar, don’t touch me.” “You’re filthy.” Kellan pried my fingers off one by one and walked away without looking back.

After that, Kellan avoided me, often disappearing for ten days or two weeks at a time. He wouldn’t answer calls or texts. His assistant told me, “Mr. Evans bought a studio apartment near the company.” That was probably when he started drinking heavily. And fooling around with different women. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t believe me. He resented me for my supposed betrayal and lies. Over two years, I tried explaining hundreds of times. He never believed a word. Eventually, I grew tired. “Kellan, let’s get a divorce.” I waited outside his company for five hours to see him and proposed divorce. But Kellan, arm around a young woman, refused to even look at me. “Why should I agree just because you want a divorce?” “Those who cheat deserve to suffer,” Kellan turned, his gaze colder than ice. “Skylar, I’ll keep you trapped in this marriage. Let you taste the bitterness of betrayal.” The racket from next door pulled me from my thoughts. Kellan’s gasps and voice intertwined. “Maya, say my name.” “Louder.” Maya obediently complied. My heart ached with sour bitterness. I closed my eyes. I knew Kellan was doing this on purpose. He wanted to punish me. Two years later, he still never tired of it. Dawn was near when two final exhausted gasps came from next door. “Kellan, Skylar is right next door… What if she gets angry hearing us?” Maya’s performative, artificial voice came through. Kellan replied with a cold sneer, “Since when do I care if she’s angry?” I let out a bitter laugh. There was a time I’d have raged hysterically if he even made eye contact with another woman. But now… I genuinely didn’t care.

As Kellan carried Maya out of the study toward the bathroom, I was sitting on the living room sofa. “Kellan, we need to talk.” Kellan’s steps faltered. He didn’t turn or acknowledge me, just set Maya down and gently patted her back. “Go wash up first, sweetheart.” Kellan walked over casually, picked up a cup from the table, and raised it to his lips. I reminded him, “That’s my cup.” Kellan paused, disgust flashing in his eyes. He set the cup down. “Alright, talk. What about?” “About our divorce.” I slid the pre-printed divorce papers toward him. “Kellan, I know we got married in a country where divorce was difficult, but I’ve checked. International marriage laws have synced now. We can get divorced.” “Since you’ve found someone new… I want to wish you both well.” Kellan stared at the divorce papers, his expression growing colder. He didn’t move to take them. After a long silence, he looked up at me. “Did you and your lover plan this? Once you’re divorced, he’ll marry you?” His tone dripped with open sarcasm. I was still caught off guard. No matter how many times I explained, He was convinced I cheated. Since he insisted on misunderstanding, let him. The truth didn’t matter anymore. I smiled faintly. “Yes. So wish me happiness.”

A week ago, I got my medical report. Lymphoma. Seeing those words on the report, I couldn’t help but feel dazed for a moment. The doctor said my poor emotional state over the past two years had wrecked my health. Besides lymphoma, I had many other minor issues. Blood cancer is incurable. Cancer cells spread through the bloodstream. There’s no cure. That day, I tried to schedule a meeting with Kellan to discuss divorce, hoping to see him on our anniversary. He replied: “Busy. Maya wants me with her.” Later, I thought maybe it was better to die quietly alone. Kellan, though stubborn, Was a man of loyalty. Given how we once loved each other, he’d surely handle my funeral. I wouldn’t be a wandering ghost. But I never expected him to bring Maya home that night. It was clear Kellan truly liked Maya—both emotionally and physically. I smiled, pushing the divorce papers closer to him. “Maya seems like a good girl. If you’ve chosen her, treat her well. Don’t be fickle. Don’t break her heart.” Something I said must have triggered Kellan’s anger. He suddenly erupted, snatching the papers and tearing them to shreds. “Skylar, what right do you have to say these things to me?” There he went again. I sighed helplessly. “Kellan, I’m begging you. Stop this.” “I’m dying.” “Consider the divorce my final wish. Can’t you grant me that?” Kellan stared straight at me, a mocking smile twisting his lips. “Skylar, is fooling me that fun?”

“You’re just jealous because Maya and I had fun last night, right? What game are you playing now?” I shook my head. “Really, I’m not.” Kellan suddenly stood up, pinning me against the wall. I instinctively wanted to say “Don’t touch me, you’re dirty.” But the next moment, Kellan’s arm wrapped around my waist. “Skylar, is this you giving in?” “If you apologize and yield, I’ll—” “Kellan! I can’t open the toothpaste cap! Come help me!” The affectedly sweet voice from the bathroom cut Kellan off. He looked at me silently. Seeing I was still pushing him away, Kellan laughed self-mockingly and released me. His eyes still on me, he answered Maya, “Coming.” Kellan pushed the bathroom door open. I turned and entered the study. My diagnostic report was in the study. Since Kellan refused to believe me, I’d show him the proof. The study was a mess. The trash can was full of used sex toys. I reached for the report but noticed a phone lighting up on the desk. A pink phone case—must be Maya’s. I glanced casually. Then froze. Her wallpaper was a photo of a smiling Maya, arm-in-arm with another man, making a peace sign. I stared dead at the man’s face. My entire body went rigid. My heart felt squeezed tight. I couldn’t breathe. That man’s face—the dark abandoned warehouse—I could never forget it! But how… could he be in Maya’s phone?

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After my daughter Hannah Weber got pregnant, I unexpectedly heard the voice of her unborn child. “Please, don’t let Mom go for a prenatal checkup! If they find out I’m a girl, my patriarchal dad will definitely force Mom to have an abortion. I don’t want to die!” I was shocked. Knowing that Hannah’s husband, Oliver Weber, works at the hospital and could easily find out the baby’s gender, I did everything I could to stop Hannah from going for a prenatal checkup. I thought I had saved my lovely granddaughter Jenny Weber, but three months later, she was diagnosed with a congenital deformity. Without timely intervention, she was destined to be born disabled. Hannah was heartbroken, and I was filled with regret. It was then that I heard Jenny’s voice again. “It’s all because Dad cheated with a nurse at the hospital, covered in cheap perfume. Mom inhaled too much of it, which caused my deformity. Poor Mom! Can anyone help her?” I instantly burned with rage and stormed into Oliver’s hospital without hesitation. But I never expected that I would disrupt an important heart surgery Oliver was performing, leading to the patient’s tragic death. The patient’s family lost control, seeking revenge, and stabbed Oliver dozens of times, killing him on the spot. Hannah, upon hearing the news, was so furious that she wanted to sever our mother-daughter relationship. At that moment, I heard Jenny’s thoughts again. “Mom is just too upset and needs some time to calm down, Grandma. Don’t bother her. How could she really be angry with you?” I believed those words and chose to step back. But that night, Hannah jumped into the river and took her own life. I was heartbroken and just wanted to end my life. Before my consciousness faded, I seemed to hear the eerie laughter of Jenny, who had caused my family’s ruin. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I heard Jenny’s thoughts. ***** “Please, don’t let Mom go for a prenatal checkup! If they find out I’m a girl, my sexist dad will definitely force Mom to abort me. I don’t want to die!” Jenny’s frail sobbing suddenly reached my ears, sending a shiver down my spine and drenching me in cold sweat. I looked around and realized I had been reborn, back to the day I accompanied Hannah for her prenatal checkup. Hannah saw my pale face and teased with a smile, “Mom, why are you nervous about my checkup? Looking at you, I almost thought you’d seen a ghost.” I swallowed hard, unsure how to explain everything that happened in my past life. In my previous life, I also heard Jenny’s inner voice before Hannah’s checkup. She cried and begged me to disrupt Hannah’s checkup so she could be born smoothly. Thinking of the hardships Hannah had endured during her pregnancy and fearing anything might happen to this hard-won child, I began stopping her from going for the checkup, using all kinds of excuses to hold her back. I thought I was protecting the baby, but three months later, Hannah secretly went for a checkup and brought back devastating news. Jenny was born with a congenital chest deformity, and because the best intervention time was missed, she was destined to face severe physical defects after birth. I was filled with regret, believing it was my foolishness that harmed Jenny. Just as I was preparing to spend the rest of my life atoning, I heard Jenny’s voice again. “Grandma, my deformity has nothing to do with you. It’s because Dad cheated with a nurse at the hospital, and Mom inhaled too much of that poor-quality perfume that I ended up disabled. “I’m really in so much pain, and Mom is truly so pitiful. Is there anyone who can help the two of us? That heartless Dad of mine is still having an affair at the hospital.” Hearing Jenny’s heartfelt words, I instantly burned with rage and stormed into the hospital to confront Oliver. But I never expected that my recklessness would directly cause Oliver’s critical heart bypass surgery to fail, leading to the innocent patient dying on the hospital bed. The patient’s family, overwhelmed with emotion, retaliated violently, stabbing Oliver dozens of times and causing his immediate death. Upon hearing the news, Hannah broke down in tears. My heart was filled with guilt, and all I wanted was to comfort her, but I was unexpectedly stopped by Jenny’s heartfelt words again. “Grandma, Mom needs some peace right now. She’s angry, and seeing you will only upset her more. Please give her some time.” I thought she made sense, so I stopped interfering in Hannah’s matters. But I never expected Hannah to commit suicide that night, leaving behind a blood-written note, every word filled with resentment toward me. She blamed me for ruining her child, accused me of causing her husband’s death, and wanted me to die. I was heartbroken and just wanted to end my life through suicide. But I could never understand why Jenny wanted to destroy my family. After jumping into the lake, in my fading consciousness, I seemed to hear Jenny’s evil laughter. Now reborn, thinking of everything from the past life, I find Jenny’s cries extremely repulsive. I walked straight up, pushed Hannah in front of the doctor, and said coldly, “Get a prenatal checkup. If the baby has any issues, I suggest terminating it early.”

Hannah was stunned by my words, but the result that followed hurt her even more. Jenny, just like in the previous life, had underdeveloped chest cavity. I spoke with unusual calmness, “In that case, I still think it’s safer to terminate. If the baby is born deformed, our family probably can’t handle it.” Hannah’s eyes instantly turned red. “Mom! I’ve been married for eight years before finally conceiving this child. As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I don’t want to give up!” She clutched my hand tightly, trembling all over as she cried. My heart clenched suddenly, and I could no longer say such cold words. The doctor sighed, provided a conservative treatment plan, and prescribed some medication for Hannah to take at home. On the way back, my heart was still very uneasy. Sure enough, not long after, I heard Jenny’s inner voice again. “As long as Mom takes this medicine and gets enough vitamins, I can develop normally and will definitely be a healthy baby.” I looked at the bottle of medicine in Hannah’s hand, silent. In her past life, the baby in Hannah’s womb developed abnormalities due to a severe lack of vitamins and insufficient vegetable intake. But can this bottle of medicine really cure Jenny’s congenital underdevelopment? The more I listened to Jenny’s confident voice, the more doubtful I became. After returning, I started going against Jenny’s inner voice nonstop. She didn’t want to eat vegetables, so I juiced them and made Hannah drink it. She said she didn’t want meals, only chips and snacks. So I made nutritious meals for Hannah and threw away all the junk food. Day by day passed, and Hannah’s check-up results were always great. Hannah happily hugged my neck and said, “Mom, you’re the best. I feel at ease with you around. Those medicines can be skipped; eating the nutritious meals you make is enough to nourish the baby.” At that moment, I almost believed I had truly changed destiny. But during this check-up, the doctor suddenly slammed the table in anger. “Why haven’t you been taking the medicine I prescribed? Now the baby has severe chest deformities, underdeveloped limbs, and is destined to be deformed at birth. Why didn’t you listen?” The doctor’s words struck me like a bolt of lightning. Facing Hannah’s reproachful gaze, all I wanted was to apologize. But Hannah, just like in the previous life, coldly shook off my hand. “Mom, why did you harm me? The doctor clearly said taking the medicine on time could help, yet you insisted on those nutritional meals! You ruined my child, ruined our family!” I didn’t know how to explain, so I could only watch Hannah’s back and cry in regret. But before I could grieve for long, I once again heard Jenny’s inner voice. “My deformity isn’t anyone’s fault but my cheating dad. He cheated with someone else, causing Mom to inhale too much low-quality perfume, which led to this.” “My life is ruined, and Mom started blaming Grandma because of it. I really feel so sorry for Grandma. Who can help us?” “Now my dad is still meeting his mistress at the hospital. If I go there, I can catch them red-handed and bring justice for Grandma!” Jenny’s inner voice seemed like a kind reminder, but every word was actually inciting me. Thinking of the outcome in my previous life, I no longer dared to rush blindly to the hospital. Since I can’t change any of this, I’ll stay away from them and stop interfering. My happiness doesn’t matter. As long as Hannah stays safe and nothing happens to her, it’s enough that they’re all okay. I know Oliver isn’t that kind of person. He’s been in love with Hannah for over ten years, and now that she’s finally pregnant, he takes care of her so cautiously every day. There’s no way he would cheat. In my previous life, I was blinded by anger. Now that I’ve been reborn, I’ve realized many things were off. I packed my bags overnight and moved out of their house. I no longer involve myself in their lives or ask about Hannah and her child. A few weeks later, Hannah gradually came to terms with the reality of the fetal deformity and took the initiative to call for reconciliation. Oliver has a stable job at the hospital and has never been involved in any scandals. I breathed a sigh of relief and started living my life in peace. But I didn’t move back to live with them, always keeping a certain distance. But just when I thought I had finally rewritten the future, an accident happened again. While I was busy doing housework, my phone suddenly rang, and at the same time, Jenny’s inner voice came through once again. She kept shouting for me to answer the phone quickly, saying something important had happened. Thinking of all the experiences after answering the call in my previous life, I hesitated just as I was about to press the answer button. But in those few seconds of hesitation, Hannah suddenly hung up the phone. I called back, but no one answered. I panicked immediately and hurriedly drove back to look for Hannah. When I rushed home in a panic, I only saw Oliver lying in a pool of blood. Just like in my previous life, a deranged woman had killed Oliver with a knife. My chest ached, and before I could ask what happened, Hannah slapped me across the face. She yelled angrily, “Why didn’t you answer the phone? You ruined our family! First, you caused my child to be deformed, and now you’ve killed my husband. How dare you stand here?”

I shook my head in confusion, unable to understand how missing just one call could lead to such a tragic outcome. Jenny kept sobbing, “Mom suddenly felt chest pain and needed help. In desperation, I had to call Grandma. Even though I tried so hard to remind her, Grandma still didn’t answer the phone. She could only ask Dad for help, but he panicked after answering the call, made a mistake during surgery, and the patient died on the spot, leading to him being killed by the patient’s family. All of this is Grandma’s fault!” I shook my head forcefully. “It wasn’t me. I’ve been trying to change, so why hasn’t the outcome changed?” Hannah gripped my arm tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. She screamed, “I hate you! You’re no mother of mine! Why don’t you just die?” She cried out and ran away, leaving me standing there in confusion. I gave it my all to avoid the tragedy of my past life, but in the end, all my efforts felt like a joke. Scenes from my past life played out before me like a script. It felt like a pair of merciless hands was pushing our family step by step into the abyss. Watching Hannah’s figure fade into the distance, I instinctively wanted to chase after her and apologize. At that moment, I heard Jenny’s inner voice again. “Grandma, you’re so annoying. Why can’t you just let my mom have some peace? She hates you the most right now. If you keep bothering her, she might really want to die.” I froze in fear, unsure of what to do. If I listened to Jenny, would the tragic scene of Hannah’s suicide from my past life repeat itself? But just now, because I didn’t listen to Jenny, I missed Hannah’s call, which led to Oliver’s tragic death. My mind was still hesitating, but my body made the choice first. I followed closely behind Hannah, terrified she might attempt suicide again. But when she noticed I was following her, she suddenly turned around and glared at me angrily. “How long are you going to follow me? You’re disgusting! Are you going to follow me even if I go to commit suicide now?” I looked up in panic, only to realize we were by the lake where Hannah had committed suicide in the previous life. I immediately rushed forward to grab her, but could only watch helplessly as she jumped in. Her hands flailed wildly on the lake’s surface, her face turning bright red. Jenny’s curses kept coming. “Grandma, what are you waiting for? You killed all of us, how do you have the nerve to live? You deserve to die!” Hearing her words, I felt as if possessed, stepping over the lake’s railing one step at a time. But just as I was about to jump, I suddenly let out a soft laugh, “Do you really think I’m a fool, letting you manipulate me?” Everything in this life seemed unchanged, but after being reborn, it was only when I witnessed Hannah’s suicide that I finally realized the problem. I finally understood why I could hear Jenny’s thoughts. There’s no such thing as a destined path—I’ve found a way for everyone to survive!

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After being abused to death by my entire family, I, Natalie Easterlin, was reborn. To treat my sister Morgan Easterlin’s illness, my parents forced me to extort money. They grabbed my hair and shoved me hard onto the road. A car sped towards me, and I lost both legs. But they were overjoyed, having received a huge compensation. Later, they pushed me onto the rooftop and exploited the sympathy of netizens during a livestream to make ten million dollars. I couldn’t bear it and leapt off the rooftop, blood splattering everywhere. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was shoved onto the road. This time, I grabbed Morgan’s arm. “Want money? Use your own legs to trade!” ***** The wind on the rooftop howled past my ears as I sat in the wheelchair, pushed to the edge. Countless comments flooded the livestream chat. [Please don’t commit suicide, no matter what, never give up hope for life!] [Yeah, come down quickly!] [Don’t you all find it strange? Livestreaming a jump, this is obviously a scammer!] [Clearly a scammer! Cheaters won’t end well!] Malicious words flooded in. I opened my mouth to explain, but no sound came out. My tongue had already been cut off. I turned my head to look at my mom, Claire Easterlin. Her clothes were disheveled, and she cried with red, swollen eyes, “My daughter is so unfortunate!” “She already lost her legs, and now she’s depressed and suicidal. Please, everyone, help us!” My hands trembled on the wheelchair, and a cunning malice flashed in Claire’s eyes. She whispered, “It’s already ten million dollars.” Tears streamed down my cheeks; my family caused my legs to be disabled and my tongue to be cut. Now, they even want to use me to scam money! I glared at Claire fiercely and used all my remaining strength to push the wheelchair away. I refuse to be their accomplice! If I could do it all over again, I’d make sure they go to hell! When I opened my eyes again, my father, Brian Easterlin, slapped me. My cheek hurt, and I felt dizzy, unable to figure out what was going on. Brian’s voice rang in my ear. “Didn’t you hear me tell you to go over there obediently? “If you dare resist again, I’ll beat you to death!” I forced my eyes open. Two people stood nearby—Claire watched coldly, and Morgan looked impatient. Beside me was the rushing traffic, and Morgan impatiently gave me a shove. She said, “Natalie, just bear with it. Once the plan succeeds, our family will have money.” I turned to look at her and, sure enough, saw the malice and disdain in her eyes. Claire saw the black car approaching from afar, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed my sleeve. “This time it’s a rich person!” I felt the force behind me, knowing that car wouldn’t slow down. In my past life, I was pushed onto the road, and the black car hit me. My legs were disabled, and my family received five million dollars in compensation, beaming with joy. This time, I grabbed Morgan’s arm and forcefully pushed her onto the road first. I said, “Want money? Use your own legs to trade!” The sound of a car hitting a person rang out. Morgan let out a scream as her body was hit and flung away. Bright red blood stained the road. “Morgan!” Claire’s eyes widened as she dashed forward like crazy. Brian was also stunned and hurriedly called an ambulance. He turned to me. “Natalie! You vile woman! She’s your own sister!” He looked at me as if I were his enemy. I sneered. “So I deserve to die?” The street was in chaos. I scoffed and turned to leave. In my previous life, after I was hit by a car, they didn’t call an ambulance first but bargained with the driver at fault. After they successfully got five million dollars in compensation, I was finally taken to the hospital. Missing the best treatment time, I had both legs amputated and was disabled for life. In this life, the person hit by the car is Morgan. She was sent to the hospital immediately. I don’t know if her legs will be healed. However, she has always dreamed of dancing on a big stage since she was a child. This dream is no longer possible for her.

I went back home and started packing. Cold water flowed through my fingertips, and the reflection in the mirror showed sharp features, vastly different from my past life. I pulled out a cold smile. In this life, destiny must be in my own hands. Not only that, but I will make them pay! After packing my luggage, I picked up the suitcase and was about to leave when my phone suddenly rang. “Natalie! You crazy woman! Get to the hospital right now!” On the other end of the call were Brian’s curses and Claire’s sobbing. I let out a cold laugh and said, “Why should I?” Brian choked, as if he couldn’t believe I would say such a thing. He shouted angrily, “What the hell is wrong with you! Get to the hospital now! If you’re a second late, I’ll break your legs!” After saying that, he hastily hung up the phone. I stared at the call log on my phone, expressionless, and blocked his number. In my previous life, I was sent to the hospital, and no one took care of me. Even the hospital bills were paid by the driver at fault; they didn’t contribute a single cent. Now, they want me to go to the hospital as a free nanny? Impossible! I pushed open my parents’ bedroom door and walked straight to the safe. In my previous life, this safe was strictly guarded by them, hiding who knows what shady stuff inside. The safe was locked with a password, and I didn’t know the code. After thinking for a moment, I decided to buy two cameras, one for the living room and one for the bedroom, both placed in hidden corners. This time, I’m determined to uncover all their secrets. I returned to school, put away my luggage, and decided I could never go back to that home. At the same time, I registered a Twitter account online. In my past life, I was disabled with both legs and had my tongue cut out, completely reduced to a useless person, barely surviving through painting. I’m quite talented in painting and quickly gained a lot of followers. In this life, I enjoy the thrill of being the butcher rather than the lamb to be slaughtered. My phone rang again. Claire’s tone was laced with anger. “Natalie, if you don’t come to the hospital, we’ll sue you!” I thought, “Sue me? What a joke. How could parents sue their own daughter?” A trace of mockery flashed in my eyes. Morgan gets endless love from the whole family, while I endure insults, beatings, and indifference. Suddenly, I thought of a possibility.

From their vastly different attitudes toward me and Morgan, it would all make sense if I weren’t their biological child. The phone kept echoing with endless scolding. “Natalie! Don’t be so arrogant! Does seeing Morgan mean it will cost you your life?” My expression changed, and I replied casually, “Yeah, what if you want to kill me?” Claire seemed shocked and choked for a moment. I looked down at my crimson nails and slowly said, “You want to sue me? Take it to court?” “Do you really think those shady things you did can stay hidden?” My tone was soft, but there wasn’t a trace of a smile on my face. Claire’s breath suddenly hitched for a moment. Her voice started trembling. “What do you mean? What shady things? Let me tell you, Natalie, you are my…” I couldn’t be bothered to listen to her nonsense and simply hung up the phone. Her intense reaction said it all. I frowned and tightened my grip on the phone. A few days later, Claire finally lost her composure and called again. I calmly looked at the four missed calls on my phone. When the ringtone sounded again, I answered at the very last second. On the other end of the line, Claire was breathing heavily, clearly struggling to hold back. She switched to a sickly sweet tone. “Natalie, Morgan misses you. I was wrong last time, spoke too harshly. Please forgive me.” She held back her anger but still had to humble herself to me, which made me chuckle inside. But I knew she wouldn’t keep up this facade for long. Sure enough, the next second, she said, “Besides, what you said last time was too harsh. What do you mean by something shameful? We’re family, you know. I love you the most.” When she said the word “love,” her tone trembled slightly, probably because even she found it disgusting. I didn’t respond. Finally, Claire couldn’t hold it in. “Natalie, you have to come, Morgan…” I lightly tapped my fingertip and hung up the phone again. It’s been half a month since Morgan’s car accident. During this half month, Claire called every day on time, as if wary of the leverage I held. Even though she hated me to the core, she no longer dared to curse me like before, only urging me repeatedly to go to the hospital. That day after school, as soon as I walked out of the teaching building, I sensed something was off. Ahead, there was a crowd, and the passersby looked at me with disdain and contempt. I stopped in my tracks, standing beside my good friend, Emma Pearson. She asked, “Natalie? What’s wrong?” I shook my head, my heart sinking, but still kept a smile. “Emma, you go ahead. I just remembered I have something to do.” Emma has always been kind to me. In my previous life, after I became disabled, she wanted to take care of me but was blocked at the door by my so-called parents. At this moment, she seemed to sense the malicious gazes around, but she ignored them and even held my hand in front of everyone. She said, “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you to come back.” I watched her figure fade into the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped toward the center of the crowd. The moment my gaze met Claire’s, she seemed to grasp a lifeline, and a sudden madness and ferocity ignited in her eyes. She suddenly rushed forward, gripping my sleeve tightly. She shouted, “Natalie, go see your sister! She misses you a lot!” The classmates around started whispering. Claire continued, “How long has it been since you went home? I apologize to you. For my sake, don’t make it hard for me.” I almost burst out laughing. She spoke sincerely, but the grip on my arm was so tight it would definitely leave bruises. I said, “Sister? What sister? Are you talking about the one who tried to push me in front of a car?” Claire’s face twisted for a moment. She almost burst out cursing but held back after glancing at the crowd around her. She said, “Morgan is still young, she didn’t mean it, and besides, you’re fine now, aren’t you?” Her tone grew increasingly sarcastic. I shook off her hand in disgust. “Don’t get so close, it’s gross.” “You want me to go to the hospital? Fine, just don’t regret it.”

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In my second year running the company, my high school classmate suddenly messaged me. [Ember, Sienna was just joking with you back then. Why won’t you even attend her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty on purpose?] I was completely puzzled. After opening the message, I found out that Sienna Jacobs had recently found her biological parents, and today was the welcome-home party for her. I replied directly: [I’m busy.] I don’t want to attend a party for someone who once bullied me. My reply didn’t make them stop; instead, it brought some inexplicable speculation. [You’re not out of leave, are you?] [We’re all classmates. If you come, I’ll give you three hundred dollars, enough to cover two days’ wages.] Sienna also replied in the group: [Ember, it was just a joke back then, and I had already dropped out. Can’t you let it go even now?] I stared at that sentence for a long time and finally typed: [Only terrible people call bullying a joke.] Immediately, some classmates came to defend her. [Sienna is a terrible person? She’s a wealthy heiress, not even in the same class as you. Poor people just love to fuss over everything.] Sienna hypocritically replied: [Anyway, today is a new beginning in my life, and I hope you can witness it.] [We’re all classmates, I won’t hold a grudge against you for forcing me to drop out. If you’re short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then, she posted a screenshot of her chat with her dad. Seeing her dad’s profile picture, I froze. Isn’t this my dad Gideon Jacobs’ profile picture? But I resemble my mom Tessa Sanchez by seventy percent, so it’s impossible that I’m her child. Besides, Sienna is two months younger than me. I replied with a smile: [Sure, I’ll definitely go.] ***** She quickly sent me the address of the party. The party was held at Celestial Heights, a place I’m very familiar with. That was one of the coming-of-age gifts Tessa gave me when I turned 18. Last month, Gideon borrowed it. If I only suspected before, now I’m completely sure Sienna is Gideon’s illegitimate daughter. Just a few hours ago, he sent me a message. [Good girl, great news! Your mom said she’s remarrying me tomorrow.] [We can be a happy family again.] They divorced over some issues when I was in elementary school. All these years, he never stopped pursuing Tessa, often buying me gifts and sending messages to show his care. I always thought he truly loved Tessa and only divorced back then because of relationship issues. Now it seems he never truly cared about me or my mom. I thought sarcastically, “He’s using the things Mom gave me to show off for his illegitimate daughter. What a great guy.” I finished handing over my work and drove to Celestial Heights. The once off-white exterior walls are now painted in the pink color I despise the most. Walking through the gate, Sienna stood at the center, dressed in my favorite haute couture gown I left in the manor, surrounded like a star among admirers. Beside her was a well-maintained middle-aged woman and a group of high school classmates. “I always thought Sienna had an extraordinary aura, but I never expected her to be a wealthy heiress!” “Yeah, I heard your dad bought this manor just for your coming-of-age ceremony. He spoils you so much! Even though he didn’t bring you back at the time, he still kept thinking about you.” “Sienna, you’re rich now, so take good care of us in the future!” Even the campus heartthrob from high school, Caden Lopez, who had always been indifferent to her, now spoke to her with a gentle tone. “Sienna, you’ve finally made it through. We’ve all seen the grievances you’ve endured over the years.” “When Ember arrives, we’ll definitely help you get justice. It’s a pity I was fooled by her pretending to be pitiful back then, thinking she was so innocent. Who knew she was so cruel, even forcing you to drop out.” Sienna lowered her head slightly, a perfectly timed look of grievance appearing on her face as she spoke up for me, though her eyes were filled with ruthlessness and scheming. She hesitated and said, “Even the principal back then… sigh, forget it, I don’t want to dwell on it anymore. After all, we were classmates.” Seeing her hesitation, everyone couldn’t help but start speculating. Soon, someone started criticizing me. “Ember is so shameless, bullying Sienna just because of her family background.” “Hmph, what kind of background could she have? She didn’t even wear any brand-name clothes in high school.” “If she has no background, why would the principal help her? Could it be…” “Disgusting, she was hooking up with the principal in high school? Maybe when she said she was busy today, she was actually with someone.” When everyone saw me coming, they immediately shut up, but they kept exchanging glances, looking disgusted. Some even covered their mouths and noses, as if I were something particularly filthy. Caden looked me up and down, then sneered with disdain, “Ember, no matter how poor you are, you could at least have one decent outfit, right?” Laughter erupted. “That’s hilarious, someone like her was actually in the same class as me. If I were her, I’d rather die than wear such cheap clothes.” “Wait, my boss seems to have worn similar clothes before. I heard they were custom-made.” “You’re overthinking it. How could what she’s wearing be custom-made? It’s probably a knockoff.” “Maybe she’s wearing her employer’s clothes to pretend to be rich. So embarrassing.” I ignored their mockery and calmly said, “I never wear clothes that others have worn.” “This outfit of mine is also custom-made, not some random brand.” As soon as I finished speaking, Sienna’s mom, Aurora Williams, suddenly walked up to me. She forcefully yanked the necklace off my neck. My neck suddenly tightened as the cold chain sharply scraped across my skin, leaving a burning pain. Immediately after, a slap landed on my face. Aurora sneered, “Of course, it’s custom-made, because you’re spending my husband’s money.” “Your mom spending my husband’s money is one thing, but you, an illegitimate child, dare to bully my daughter!” “Bitch! How dare you show up so blatantly at my daughter’s banquet. You’ve stolen her identity for so many years, and now you come to provoke her face-to-face. You’re just like your mom, shameless.”

Aurora’s words immediately sparked the curiosity of those around. “Are you saying Ember is an illegitimate child? Is that true?” Aurora, full of indignation, opened the locket of the necklace, revealing a photo of me with my parents as a family of three. “This is the evidence, how could it be fake?” “I suspected before that he had an illegitimate daughter, but I didn’t expect her to show up at my doorstep.” “This dress used to belong to Sienna. She tried it on once, thought it was too big, and left it at home untouched. A few days ago, I was tidying up the room and found it missing. I thought it was lost, but it turns out you took it.” After speaking, she even took out her phone to show everyone a photo of Sienna wearing the dress. In the photo, the details of the dress and the unique marking on the cuff were clearly captured, unmistakably the one I was wearing. Seeing this, someone exclaimed, “It’s exactly the same! It really seems to be Sienna’s dress, no wonder the craftsmanship is so exquisite.” Sienna was furious after hearing Aurora’s words. She sneered, “No wonder your mom never attended parent-teacher meetings in high school, she was probably afraid of being recognized as the mistress.” Hearing this, others also started blaming me. “Exactly! Like mother, like daughter. I didn’t like her back in high school either. So what if her grades were good? She always had that cold face, as if the whole world owed her money.” “Back then, she even had boys from the neighboring class fighting over her. I used to wonder how charming she was, but turns out she learned how to seduce people from a young age.” “Ember looks pure and aloof on the surface, but she’s actually wild. I heard she went to hotels every day in high school, and I even saw her hand a room card to a middle-aged man!” “My God, so wild in high school? Well, she dared to bully Sienna back then, so what wouldn’t she do?” Even a classmate who got along well with me in high school now looks at me with disdain. He yelled, “Ember, you’re so morally corrupt! I despise mistresses and illegitimate children the most, and you turned out to be both.” “Don’t ever say we were classmates. Just thinking about what you’ve done makes me sick.” Quite a few people attended the banquet, and they were soon drawn over by the commotion here, starting to point fingers at me. I looked around and found almost all unfamiliar faces. Has Gideon’s network fallen to the point of only inviting these people? But I quickly figured it out—he’s afraid Tessa will discover his affair. More and more people gathered around, almost everyone took out their phones to film me. Some even turned on the flash, aiming it right at my eyes. I raised my hand slightly to block the blinding light, then walked up to Aurora. I said coldly, “First, you spread rumors that my mom is a mistress, then you slapped me for no reason. Do you think the law is just for show?” Sienna got furious the moment she saw me talking to her mom like that. She shoved me to the ground, her tone arrogant. “So what if my mom slapped you? With my status, who dares to touch me?” “You think I’m still the same Sienna you forced to drop out back then? Even if I cripple you today, your mom wouldn’t dare say a word.” She glanced at me on the ground, grabbed the wine from a nearby attendant, and poured it straight over my head. She said, “Maybe by then, you’ll be kneeling and begging my dad for money.” “This glass of wine isn’t cheap, consider it my way of washing this outfit.” Her companion saw what she did and immediately suggested, “One glass isn’t enough, is it? Just thinking about how dirty the clothes she’s worn must be makes me shudder. Let’s all help her wash them.” Saying that, she also picked up a nearby glass of wine and splashed it on me. Seeing this, the others followed suit. “Hahaha, wash off that stench on her properly!” “Look at her, she seems to be enjoying it. After all, the cost of this wine is probably what she and her mom earn from entertaining a few men!” Caden grabbed a bottle of champagne, shook it hard, and aimed the bottle at my face to draw attention. He said, “Come on, open your mouth. Drink more. Clean yourself inside and out!” Because I sprained my ankle, I could barely move. When he smashed the bottle toward me, I could only block it with my hand. The bottle hit the back of my hand, leaving a large red mark. Sienna pretended to be magnanimous and said, “Alright, after all, it’s my party today. We can’t really cause a scene. “Ember, as former classmates, I can temporarily forgive what you’ve done before and your identity, but remember, after today, you must lower your head whenever you see me.” I endured the pain and stood up, taking off my already soaked jacket to roughly wipe the wine stains off my face. I coldly glanced around at the people who had just hurt me, took out my phone, and called Tessa. “Mom, I was bullied at Celestial Heights.”

As soon as I finished speaking, my phone was snatched away by Aurora. She yelled harshly into the phone, “I really want to see what kind of mistress could raise such a shameless daughter!” After speaking, she forcefully smashed my phone to the ground. “Look at how smug she is. Could it be that her mom has a bunch of sugar daddies?” “Then call her mom over! We’ve got plenty of wealthy ladies here, perfect for her to see and learn.” “Does she really think her mom is some kind of superhero? Sienna is a true wealthy heiress, why would she fear a mistress?” “Wow, you’re so impressive, I’m so scared.” Their words were reckless, each one an unfounded accusation. I coldly looked at these former classmates and the surrounding guests, saying in a cold voice, “I hope you can still laugh in the end.” Hearing this, Sienna rushed over trying to grab my hair. I sidestepped and forcefully pushed her away. I looked sharply at Aurora, who had been manipulating public opinion from the start. “You keep saying I’m an illegitimate child and my mom is a mistress, but the only evidence from beginning to end is that photo of me as a child.” “I’m actually quite curious now, do you have a marriage certificate? Or have you had a formal wedding?” “Or is it that you actually know who the real mistress is, but you just can’t stand me and let others insult me and my mom?” With every word I said, Aurora’s face turned a shade paler. Sienna also sensed something was wrong and grabbed my collar. “You b*tch, how dare you provoke us?” “How can there be an illegitimate daughter as lawless as you?” “Wouldn’t I know if my mom is the first wife? And if you’re really not an illegitimate child, why don’t you have the last name Jacobs?” The people who were just a bit shaken now nodded in agreement. After all, most people take their father’s last name. “Sienna is right, I almost got fooled by her.” “Ember is so vicious. It’s bad enough her mom ruined someone else’s relationship, and now she’s twisting the truth.” As everyone was talking, a classmate suddenly stood up and said, “Ember, I remember you wearing that earring since high school. It must be expensive, right?” Hearing this, Sienna’s gaze also fell on the delicate earring on my left ear. She said, “This earring clearly isn’t cheap. Your mom definitely couldn’t afford it, so she must have used my dad’s money, right?” My expression changed slightly, and I instinctively reached to protect the earring. Seeing my instinctive reaction, a trace of malice flashed in Sienna’s eyes. She stared into my eyes and said, “You’re panicking, aren’t you? Did I hit the mark?” “Since my dad bought it, I have the right to take it back.” I slapped away her outstretched hand. “This was custom-made by my mom to protect me.” “This earring will automatically alert if forcibly removed. I suggest you stop.” This earring was custom-made by Tessa after I was kidnapped once. If it’s removed, it will automatically alert and send my location. Unless I switch it to safe mode on my phone first. But my phone has already been smashed by them. Sienna sneered and said, “You think I would believe that? Besides, why would a bastard like you need protection?” “Besides, even if it’s as amazing as you say, this thing should belong to us. After all, your mom’s money all came from my dad.” Seeing her stubbornness, I couldn’t be bothered to argue and wanted to just take off the earring. Sienna noticed my movement and immediately instructed the surrounding classmates, “Hold her down, I’ll take it off myself.” As soon as she said that, a few boys immediately pinned down my limbs. I was held in front of Sienna like a prisoner. The disgust in her eyes was blatant, even more unrestrained than in high school. Her fingers twisted the earring forcefully, the sharp parts scraping my earlobe, causing searing pain. She wanted to rip the earring straight off my earlobe! But I have a bleeding disorder; if she does this, it could be life-threatening for me. I quickly stopped her. “Sienna, you know I have a bleeding disorder!” She slapped me across the face, the stinging pain spreading instantly. She said, “Ember, you used this trick to force me out of school in high school, and now you want to use it again?” “Today, I’m going to expose your lies.” Before I could react, she yanked hard, tearing the earring straight from my earlobe.

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The day I was looking for my grandmother Faith Nielsen, who has Alzheimer’s, I, Esther Nielsen, met Nathan Stephens. To torment me, he told my whereabouts to my mother Anna Stewart and stepfather Wyatt Stewart. I hit my head and knelt on the ground, begging him to let me go. But while forcing himself to endure disgust and have relations with me, he also made me take birth control pills. He said, “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to carry my child.” I thought, “He’s really overthinking it. A terminally ill and infertile woman can’t possibly get pregnant.” ***** That day, Faith disappeared. I just went to get some medicine, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone. I broke out in a cold sweat, ignored the faint pain in my abdomen, and searched upstairs and downstairs several times. A kind person told me she saw Faith leave the hospital. Outside the hospital is a high-end villa area. Faith kept talking about wanting to go home, so I guessed she mistook the villas for home. But that place is heavily guarded, and outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering. I knelt on the ground, begging the security guard to let me in. Thankfully, the security guard finally agreed. The villa area was as big as a maze. I ran while shouting Faith’s name, completely ignoring the passing vehicles nearby. A piercing screech of brakes sounded, and I stumbled and fell. Before I could react, a tall figure was already standing in front of me. I looked up at him along the pant leg. Dressed in clean white shirt and black pants, the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger. I froze. “Nathan.” He slightly raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. He said, “What, are you doing house calls now?” “Ms. Nielsen, your business is really expanding.” His words were harsh, a far cry from his former gentleness. I brushed the dust off my pants, smiled generously at him, and said, “Mr. Stephens, feel free to contact me if you need anything.” He took a step back, his eyes filled with blatant contempt. “I find it dirty.” His actions made the dull pain in my heart intensify. Yeah, he did the right thing. After all, I was the one who left him first. I was the one who abandoned him on the day of his parents’ car accident, the day he became an orphan, the moment he was in his deepest despair. That night, under the pouring rain, I told him, “Without your parents, you’re just a useless person.” “You have nothing now, and the money you can give me is less than the tips my clients casually throw around.” “I don’t want to bear that huge compensation for the accident with you.” He hates me. This is my retribution. He said, “Where do you work now? I’ll bring people to support you.” With abdominal cramps, I still forced myself to reply, “Thank you in advance.” I accepted all the humiliation he gave me. The driver whispered a few words in Nathan’s ear, and he got in the car and left. I found Faith by the fountain. She stood in the shallow water, smiling innocently. “Vivian, come on, play in the water with me!” She has Alzheimer’s and often mistakes me for her sister Vivian.

I took off my coat to wrap her soaked body, gently leading her out of the pool like coaxing a child. “Alright, I’ll take you home, we’ll play at home.” Back home, I started working overtime again. To get Faith into a good rehabilitation nursing home, I have to work hard to earn money. At 3 a.m., I received a text message. It was from an unknown number, but I immediately guessed who it was. [Excited? This is your welcome gift.] The next second, someone knocked on my door. The house here is shabby, and after a few hits, the door had a hole in it. The person outside looked at me through the hole, their eyes gleaming with greed. “My dear daughter, your mom and I have been searching for you so hard.” I froze all over and collapsed to the ground. A strong smell of cheap perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol hit me. It’s Anna and Wyatt. As soon as Anna walked in, she skillfully shoved the cigarette butt between her fingers into her mouth, while her other hand was already roughly searching my pockets. She spoke impatiently. “Where’s the money? Where did it go? I worked so hard to raise you, and now you avoid me. Is this how you repay me?” “Where’s the money? Cat got your tongue?” She slapped me hard without mercy and scolded me loudly. In my memory, she was never gentle with me. Other kids came home to hugs and hot meals from their moms, but for me, it was always my dad, Bruce Nielsen, waiting. Anna looked down on Bruce for being an unambitious painter. She didn’t like Bruce, nor did she like me, and she often cursed Bruce to die early behind his back. That night, her curse really came true. Bruce slipped while working overtime, fell from the scaffold, hit the back of his head hard on the ground, and died instantly. Right after Bruce was cremated, Anna brought her lover back—Wyatt, the man standing before me. Back then, I took Faith and fled through several cities to escape them. But Nathan’s casual remark made all my efforts go to waste. What a grand welcome gift. “Esther, listen to your mom, don’t upset her,” Wyatt said, leaning against the wall with a sly smile. I looked at them, feeling utterly disgusted. That year, Wyatt had just come to our home. Although I was displeased, seeing how he obeyed Anna in everything, I thought he was a decent man. The year I graduated from college, he said we should celebrate properly. At the dinner table, he got Anna drunk, and he drank too much himself. But at the moment I was showering, the bathroom door was suddenly opened. That day, he tore off his disguise. He brazenly stood in front of me, his gaze bare. The strength between men and women is inherently unequal. I struggled, shouting Anna’s name. But she didn’t respond, only the nauseating breath filled the cramped space. I struggled, my voice almost hoarse, but Anna never heard. He smiled at me and said, “Stop shouting, your mom took medicine, she can’t hear.” That’s when I realized, every time he would give Anna sleeping pills. I begged him, I begged him to let me go. But he had completely lost his mind. The tears at the corner of my eyes merged tightly with the water stains on the ground. It wasn’t until dawn that he collapsed beside me, snoring away.

Anna was woken up by my sobs. I looked at her, my lips trembling, unable to speak. I thought I would get her comfort. But seeing me covered in bruises, she picked up a stick and struck me repeatedly. She cursed, “You shameless wretch, how dare you seduce your stepfather? I’ll beat you to death.” “Why are you still alive? You should just die along with your useless father.” In shock, I stayed silent. Once it happens, it will happen countless times. Whenever I went home, Wyatt would come to my room late at night. I closed my eyes and let Anna hit and scold me. Outside, a black Bentley was parked on the path. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Nathan’s face. His face was calm, yet he watched the scene unfold like a bystander enjoying a show. After a moment, he walked in and threw a stack of cash into Anna’s arms. “Get lost.” Anna left happily with the money, only Wyatt seemed reluctant to part. Nathan bent down to look at me, his eyes full of extreme mockery. “Seems like you haven’t saved much money all these years.” “How about this, you serve me, ten thousand dollars an hour.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Esther.” He threw the key card at my face. He called me dirty, yet still wanted to humiliate me. Between going and not going, I still went. This is what I owe him. But as I stood outside the door, my hand holding the key card trembled violently. Nathan was standing behind me without me noticing. He pressed down my hesitant hand and mocked, “Ms. Nielsen, this isn’t your first time offering door-to-door service, so why still act like a rookie?” Walking into the black, white, and gray-toned living room, he pointed to the doorway and said, “I don’t like this outfit.” His words instantly brought tears to my eyes. I stiffened my neck and looked at him. “What do I have to do for you to let me go?” I had just undone two buttons when Nathan strode toward me and abruptly tore open my blouse. He glared at me, his eyes fierce. “Esther, don’t act all high and mighty in front of me. Didn’t you come here for money? Don’t you just love money?” “Your mom owes a lot from gambling. You know her personality—she won’t stop until she’s drained you dry. Your grandma’s sick and needs hospitalization, but do you have money?” “As long as you agree to serve only me from now on, I’ll help you. It’s not a bad deal, right?” His words left me with no courage to argue anymore. I once confided in him completely, sharing the sorrow of my family background, never expecting him to use it against me today. I’m not afraid of threats; I’m only worried about Faith’s health. After Bruce passed away, the only one who cared about me was Faith. In front of him, I gave up resisting as he demanded. Nathan shoved me into the bathroom and ordered, “Clean yourself up.” But midway, the door was opened. I was startled. Nathan’s face was gradually replaced by Wyatt’s ugly one. That pitch-black night, that damp, miserable bathroom, felt as if it were right in front of me. I begged him, “Not here. Please, somewhere else.” He pinned my hands against the glass, accidentally noticing the marks on my wrists. Warm breath brushed against my ear as he chuckled wickedly, “So, you like being tied up.” The dense mist blurred my vision, hiding the emotions on his face. He forced me to look directly at my reflection in the mirror. My tears fell in big drops, hitting his arm hard.

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My name is Fiona Owens. Because I love kids, I hid my true identity and became a teacher at the kindergarten my dad invested in. On my first day at work, I got scolded by Liam’s mom, Rylee Fuller. She said, “Why are you letting the little girls in class wear skirts? Are you trying to make them seduce my son?” “Why isn’t there sea cucumber on today’s menu? My son is malnourished, can you take responsibility for that?” “Also, my son is a genius. He must be the class monitor! All the kids have to listen to him.” I’ve met all kinds of weirdos, but it’s my first time seeing someone as crazy as her. I rolled my eyes in anger and was about to argue back when a colleague pulled me aside. She said, “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively. Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles.” “This kindergarten is funded by their family, we can’t afford to offend them!” I almost burst out laughing. I thought, “Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles? Then who is my husband?” ***** I adjusted my breathing and calmly communicated with her, “Ms. Fuller, the girls are wearing the kindergarten uniforms, and besides, such young children wouldn’t have the kind of improper thoughts you’re suggesting.” She sneered, turned her head to size me up, and snorted coldly, “I’m a parent! What kind of attitude is this? Someone like you deserves to be a teacher? Get your principal out here!” “And also, your kindergarten uniforms are not allowed to have skirts. Change them for me by tomorrow!” Today is the school sports day, and the event is about to start. But she blocked the door, leaving many children stuck inside. Beside her, Liam was making faces at us, looking smug. My colleague Maria Reid noticed my expression and quickly grabbed my hand, whispering, “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively. She’s the wife of Nolan Garrett, the richest man in Los Angeles. We can’t afford to offend her.” Her husband is Nolan? Then who is my husband? I quickly pulled up the class records, and her spouse’s column was indeed marked confidential. Then how did this person get in? Since she can be so arrogant, she must have someone backing her up. I suddenly got curious and wanted to know who’s backing her up! Seeing I didn’t respond, she snorted coldly with her nose up, “That’s more like it! Let me tell you, I’m very dissatisfied with you. When I get back, I’ll tell my husband to fire you!” I didn’t respond, just smiled faintly. The surrounding parents were full of resentment toward her, but out of courtesy, they just shot her a cold glance. The school sports day began in a hurry. After Principal Iris Elliott finished the opening speech, it was the student representative’s turn to speak. The student had just started to introduce themselves when Rylee suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and angrily pointed at the stage, shouting, “Why isn’t my son the student representative?” “Who did you choose? Believe it or not, I can get all of you fired with one call!” In an instant, all the parents turned to look at her, frowning in unison. I was closest to her and lowered my voice, trying to maintain order. “Ms. Fuller, Liam is a freshman. The student representative has always been chosen from the graduating class. He can have a chance to speak when he’s older.” She got furious. “What do you mean freshmen can’t go up? This is discrimination!” “What’s wrong with you as a teacher? Do you even know how to teach? If not, get out right now!” Her flailing and aggressive demeanor left me momentarily stunned. The children were waiting for the school sports day to begin, and the parents were all watching me. I tried to keep a smile. “Ms. Fuller, that’s a bit too much.” “The school sports day is about to start.” She suddenly stood up and shoved Liam in front of me. “Today, my son must go on stage to give a speech! Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences!” Liam immediately mimicked her, hands on his hips, chest out, and shouted at me with his head held high, “I want to go on stage! My mom said I’m the best! I want to speak too!” I finally lost my patience and stopped him with my hand. “No! These are the rules!” But I never expected Rylee to suddenly raise her hand and slap me hard. She said, “You’re just a teacher, what gives you the right to tell me no?” “Rules? Let me tell you, my words are the rules!”

I was stunned by the slap, my face burning with pain. Rylee glared at me fiercely. “You’re just a teacher hired by our family. You should feel lucky to even talk to me. “Ms. Elliott, where are you? Come out! How could you let someone like this into the kindergarten?” Anger surged in my heart, and I couldn’t take it anymore! I was just about to start yelling when Iris pulled me behind her. She said, “Fiona, the parents at our kindergarten are all wealthy and influential. We can’t afford to offend them.” “I know you’ve been wronged, but her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles. With just one word, he could destroy our future. You better endure it.” Seeing Iris’s submissive attitude, Rylee became extremely smug. She sneered, “Ms. Elliott, at least you know your place. My son doesn’t have to give a speech today.” She gave me a sarcastic glance and continued, “But you better discipline these teachers properly, so they don’t offend big shots like us!” My face turned bright red, and my fists clenched tightly with a cracking sound. The teachers around me quickly grabbed my arm. “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively! I just secretly glanced at her phone wallpaper—it really is a photo of her and Nolan. She truly is his wife!” I trembled all over. So she really is Nolan’s lover! Iris humbled herself and said a few more words, finally smoothing things over. I stepped aside to call Nolan, but no one answered for a long time. My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop trembling. Just then, Rylee’s scolding voice came from the playground again. She shouted, “Why should my son run the last leg? He must run the first!” Iris wiped her sweat and tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen to anything. She said, “My son must be first in everything. Making him run last, are you trying to ruin him?” Iris explained, “Ms. Fuller, that’s not the case. The last leg is also very important.” “This is just a friendly match; winning or losing isn’t that important.” “Winning or losing isn’t important?” Rylee glared fiercely at the parents present. “Who said winning or losing isn’t important? Do you know my son’s status?” The parents frowned, starting to complain unhappily. “Ma’am, what exactly are you trying to do?” “Can you not waste our time?” Rylee’s face darkened. “Do you people still want to survive in Los Angeles? Do you know the consequences of offending me?” Iris’s face turned pale, and she hurriedly stepped in to mediate. The other teachers also rushed over to apologize. Rylee still wore a dark expression. “If my son can’t run the first leg today, your kindergarten might as well shut down!” Hearing her words, everyone started speculating about her identity. I couldn’t take it anymore and stepped forward to confront her. “Ms. Fuller, have you caused enough trouble? Who do you think you are?” She stared at me intensely, as if hearing the biggest joke. “Who am I? With just one word, I can decide your fate.” “Do you believe I can make one call and have you kicked out of this kindergarten immediately?” Her words instantly froze the atmosphere. Iris panicked and quickly pulled me. “Fiona, stop it! Or even I won’t be able to protect you!” The surrounding teachers turned pale, their eyes filled with worry. Rylee sneered, “You’re determined to resist, aren’t you? Unless you bow and apologize to me now, you and all the teachers in this kindergarten will be fired!” Our kindergarten offers the best benefits in the country. Facing unemployment, the surrounding teachers were on the verge of tears. I crossed my arms and snorted coldly, “I’d like to see who you really are!” “Didn’t you say you could kick me out? Fine, prove it to me now!” Her eyes turned cold as she sneered, “Overestimating yourself.” With that, she pulled out her phone and dialed without hesitation. “Please, Fiona! Don’t drag everyone down! Apologize now!” someone pleaded shakily. I stared intently at Rylee. The call connected, and she spoke pitifully, “I was bullied! Do something about it!” Nolan’s cold voice came through the phone. “Who dares?” As soon as he spoke, the parents were instantly in an uproar. “It’s really Nolan! We’re doomed!” “Messing with Mrs. Garrett, Ms. Owens is doomed!” “No wonder she’s so arrogant, turns out she’s Nolan’s wife!” Rylee glanced at everyone smugly, but her voice was soft. “It’s a teacher from Morning Star Kindergarten, and she actually defied me.” Nolan’s voice softened. “Don’t cry, I’ll stand up for you. If you cry your eyes out, it will hurt me.” The voice in the microphone suddenly got closer. Footsteps came from behind us, and Nolan appeared at the school gate. He said coldly, “Who is so ungrateful? Step forward!” “Didn’t you hear what Rylee said? Apologize to her immediately! Or I’ll make you disappear from this world!” The teachers shrank back, even their breathing became cautious. I coldly pushed through the crowd, staring at him expressionlessly. “Are you sure you want me to kneel and apologize?”

Nolan’s face froze the moment he saw me. “Honey, what are you doing here?” Hearing this, the parents and teachers were instantly in an uproar. Everyone’s eyes darted between the three of us, all ready to watch Rylee’s drama unfold. “So Fiona is Nolan’s wife. Could Rylee be the mistress?” “Oh my god, Rylee is so bold, daring to show off in front of Fiona? She’s so shameless!” I sneered, pointing at Liam and Rylee, and mocked, “Nolan, what exactly is your relationship with them?” Liam immediately started crying and quickly threw himself into Nolan’s arms. “Daddy…” Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene fell into complete silence. Everyone curiously sized us up. I laughed angrily. “Nolan, do you remember what you said when you married me?” Nolan frowned and scolded me, “Fiona, you’re going too far! Liam is just a child, do you really have to bully him?” “And also, apologize to Rylee right now, don’t embarrass her!” I felt like I heard the biggest joke, glaring at him through gritted teeth. “Are you saying I should apologize to this mistress?” Rylee stood with her hands on her hips, looking extremely smug. Liam also put his hands on his hips, righteously demanding I apologize. “Bad woman! How dare you bully us! Apologize now!” I looked at Nolan again, expressionless, and asked, “Are you really asking me to apologize?” He was already impatient. “So many people are watching, how long do you want to make a scene?” The next second, Liam lunged at me, punching and kicking. “Bad woman bullying my mom! I’ll hit you! I’ll hit you!” I let out a sneer and suddenly raised my hand to slap him. He was slapped spinning around, his body unable to stay steady as he staggered backward. Rylee hurried over to check on Liam, then angrily pointed at me and yelled, “Who do you think you are! How dare you hit my son! I must teach you a lesson today!” “So what if you married Nolan? The money is all his! He’s the richest man in Los Angeles! You’re nothing but his plaything!” Her words became increasingly harsh. But she didn’t know that Nolan was just my driver back then. Back then, I had a car accident, and he risked his life to protect me, which moved my parents. Otherwise, a penniless man like him could never have married me, the daughter of the richest man! But now Nolan had a cold expression and didn’t explain. Instead, he looked at me impatiently. “Fiona, I’ll say it one last time, apologize to Liam and Rylee!” I sneered and kicked him away. “Nolan, today I’ll show who the real richest is!” I quickly dialed my dad’s number. “Dad, I want a divorce from Nolan! Cancel all his positions and credit cards!”

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The first time my billionaire wife was drugged with an aphrodisiac, I rushed over. But when I got there, her fitness trainer ran out of our house—completely naked. Before I could speak, Scarlett dropped to her knees, begging, “Alex, I made a mistake. The drug was too strong—I couldn’t control myself.” Two months later, Scarlett was drugged again. I stood outside and heard someone say, “Scarlett, you take that aphrodisiac every time we’re together. Aren’t you scared you might die?” Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No. I don’t care. I’d even die in your arms.” Turns out, the whole drug story was a lie. So I pulled out my phone and canceled the IVF procedure. Then my phone rang. A woman purred, “Divorce her, Alex. Seriously.” I said, “Okay.” The woman on the other end paused, then, after a long silence, she said: “Really?” Listening to the moans wafting from the room, I nodded: “Really.” After hanging up, I drove back to the oceanfront house Scarlett had custom-built for me. Memories of our past flooded my mind. Ten years of dating, seven years of marriage. I’d stood by Scarlett through thick and thin, from having nothing to owning everything. Countless nights, she would pant softly in my ear, squeezing my hand tightly: “Alex, I promise I’ll never let you down.” I believed her. I thought we’d be different, but it seems we couldn’t escape the seven-year itch after all. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my face. Scarlett, You ultimately let me down. After a long while, I got up and went to my study. I printed out a divorce agreement. With careful strokes, I signed my name. Just as my pen lifted from the paper, Scarlett called. “Alex, drive to City General Hospital right away! Jax is bleeding badly… down there.” Scarlett sounded eerily calm. In our seven years of marriage, even when I’d nearly bled out from a stomach ulcer trying to help her, I’d never seen her so distraught. Driven by a doctor’s instinct, I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the emergency room, I saw Scarlett embracing Jax, her fitness trainer, comforting him endlessly: “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Seeing me, she immediately screamed: “Alex, quickly, save him! Please, I beg you, save him!” I forced down the bitterness in my heart, pulled over a gurney, and gestured for her to help him onto it. On the way to the operating room, Jax, leaning in Scarlett’s arms, whined: “Scarlett… am I going to die? I’m only 19, I haven’t even gotten married yet… Waaah…” Scarlett’s face was filled with tender pity: “Don’t be silly, of course not! We still have a long future together!” Jax wasn’t giving up: “Then… then can you tell me you love me? I’m scared I won’t make it…” Scarlett hesitated for a few seconds. Before I could even turn my head, I heard her seductive voice: “Jax, I love you! I fell for you ages ago!” In that moment, a resounding *boom* echoed, and my heart felt like it was ripped to shreds. Her sweet declarations only stopped at the operating room doors. During the examination, Jax remained conscious because he was under local anesthesia. His expression, which had been pitiful when he was brought in, turned to outright defiance the moment he saw me. “Alex, do you know why I was bleeding? It’s because Scarlett was so tight, I had her pressed against the sink, that’s what caused it.” I ignored him, but Jax wouldn’t quit, continuing to spew details about him and Scarlett. I forced myself to remain composed, completed the surgery, and then went to wash my face. The moment I opened the door, Scarlett ran to me like a maniac: “Alex, how is he? Is he okay?” I kept my face expressionless: “Excessive blood engorgement due to strenuous activity. He can be discharged after one night of observation if there are no complications.” As soon as I finished speaking, Scarlett fainted. I took her to an examination room and discovered she was pregnant, just over two months along. Scarlett was stunned too, a smile she couldn’t suppress playing on her lips. After a long moment, she noticed me, dropping to her knees with a thud. “Alex… he was my first, and now I’m pregnant….” “Please, please let me have this baby, and take responsibility for him this one time!” “I promise we’ll go back to how things were. And since you have a low sperm count, once the baby is born, I’ll bring him back for you to raise!” My eyes instantly welled up. I lowered my gaze, not wanting her to see. “Okay.” Scarlett, I’ll grant your wish. Go ahead and take full responsibility.

The next morning, I was woken by a noisy commotion downstairs. As soon as I descended, I saw Scarlett and Jax walking through the door, their arms laden with the latest season’s luxury goods. Seeing me, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she quickly explained: “Alex, the hospital is too crowded, it’s not good for his recovery. I thought the ocean view would cheer him up, so I brought him back here.” “Can he stay with us for a while? Just until the baby is born, then I’ll make him leave.” Before I could reply, Jax approached me, his face a mask of sincerity: “Alex, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise Scarlett and my baby might not have made it.” Then, he took a step closer, and in a voice only we could hear, he whispered in my ear: “Alex, I truly pity you. First, I got your wife pregnant, and now she’s brought me back to your house. Tell me, what’s next? Becoming Mr. Miller and replacing you?” His face was full of provocation, but I simply smiled faintly. “Sure, Mr. Miller’s position is all yours.” Jax suddenly grabbed my arm, his eyes reddening: “Alex, you… you misunderstood me! I’m not trying to steal your position, or take Scarlett away…” With that, he dropped to his knees before me, his bandaged leg hitting the floor with a thud. “Alex, I made a mistake, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have volunteered to be Ms. Scarlett’s ‘antidote,’ and I certainly shouldn’t have gotten her pregnant!” “But I truly don’t want to ruin your marriage with Scarlett. I just really want to have this child, I promise… once the baby is born, I’ll disappear far away, I won’t bother you again!” Jax’s eyes instantly filled with tears, as if he’d suffered some unimaginable grievance. Scarlett wrapped her arms around him from behind, then looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before. “Alex, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you promise me I could have this child?!” “If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why are you making things difficult for a mere fitness trainer?!” Jax’s face was pale, and he curled up in Scarlett’s embrace, weakly saying: “No… it’s not Jax’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who wronged him!” “I… we’ll go to the hospital right now and get rid of this baby! I promise we won’t bother you anymore!” He started to get up, but Scarlett frantically held him tight. “No, Jax, you did nothing wrong.” Then she looked at me coldly: “Alex, apologize!” I scoffed: “Why should I?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot: “Because you made things difficult for him!” Jax, seeing this, grabbed my hand: “Scarlett, don’t be angry with Alex. She’s just upset and spoke thoughtlessly.” “How could I possibly let you apologize to me? No, it’s all my fault.” I violently shook him off: “Are you done acting?” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Scarlett angrily shoved me from behind. My groin slammed against the corner of the coffee table, a sharp pain making me break out in a cold sweat. “Alex, you truly are unrepentant! How dare you lay a hand on him in front of me!” “I’ll say it again: apologize to him!” I met Scarlett’s gaze head-on, stating clearly: “Impossible!” “I will never apologize to him!” Scarlett’s expression instantly darkened. She grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me into the kitchen. Then she ordered her bodyguards to bring a full basket of mangoes. “Since you won’t admit your mistake, then try this…” I looked up in disbelief, screaming: “Scarlett, are you insane?!” “Have you forgotten I’m allergic to mangoes? You’re trying to kill me!” Her voice was utterly cold: “I know. But you hurt Jax, so you deserve to pay the price.” With that, unpeeled mangoes were forcibly shoved into my mouth. I desperately shook my head, but the bodyguards, following her instructions, held my shoulders firmly. An unending stream of fruit pulp entered my throat. Instantly, my whole body itched, and my breathing became rapid. In a haze, I remembered when we first got married. I accidentally ate a tiny piece of cake with mango filling, and Scarlett, eyes red and frantic, rushed me to the hospital, insisting on staying by my side for three days and three nights. After that, it became a rule every housekeeper knew: no mangoes were allowed in the house. But now, everything had changed… Gradually, I couldn’t breathe. Before I passed out, I heard Scarlett’s utterly cold voice: “Force-feed him all the mangoes. Don’t leave a single piece!”

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My mom was having an affair. The necklace that man gave her? She claimed I’d stolen money to buy it, just to please her. Their late-night dates? She said I was sleepwalking, and she was out looking for me. To make Dad believe her, she beat me black and blue every single time. I became her perfect alibi. Until that man’s wife showed up at our door, pointing at me, calling me a bastard, a love child of a whore. My mom, to absolve herself, grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall, screaming that she’d beat this disgusting daughter to death with her own hands. “Iris, come here and let Daddy see.” Dad’s voice was like warm winter sunshine, yet I felt as cold as if I’d fallen into an ice cave. He held a delicate dragonfly brooch, its tiny diamonds glinting blindingly under the light. I didn’t dare go closer, my fingers, clutching the hem of my shirt, turned white from the strain. “Arthur, don’t scare the child.” Mom, Eleanor, walked over and gently pulled me into her arms. I smelled a strange men’s cologne on her. “This child, she’s just getting more and more troublesome.” She sighed, her voice laced with feigned exasperation. “I just found out today that two thousand dollars I put in my drawer is missing.” “I asked her about it, but she wouldn’t say. Then, this afternoon, she showed me this, parading it like a trophy.” “She said it was a Mother’s Day gift for me. Arthur, tell me, how did this child learn to steal money?” Dad’s face instantly darkened. “Iris, is what your mom says true?” I shook my head desperately, tears welling up in my eyes. “No, Dad, I didn’t…” That brooch was given to Mom yesterday by a man I didn’t know. I saw Mom put it into her bag with my own eyes, her face beaming with happiness. “Still lying!” Mom’s hand gripping my shoulder suddenly tightened, with enough force to crush my bones. She pushed me in front of Dad, her face contorted in a show of profound sorrow. “Arthur, look, we’ve spoiled her too much, turning her into a host of bad habits!” “Stealing money, lying, and now daring to argue back in front of us!” “Today, I *have* to teach her a good lesson, otherwise, there’ll be no stopping her!” Dad looked at me, his gaze shifting from warm to deeply disappointed. He tiredly waved his hand. “You deal with it, just don’t seriously injure her.” Having received permission, the gentleness on Mom’s face vanished instantly. She dragged me by my arm into my small room. The moment the door closed, slaps rained down on me. “You little bitch, dare to mess with my business?” “I’ll teach you to talk too much! I’ll teach you to pry!” Every slap was full-force, my cheeks burned with pain, and I soon tasted the metallic sweetness of blood in my mouth. I didn’t dare cry out, only bit my lip raw. Because I knew, the louder I cried, the more excited she got hitting me. She needed my cries to prove to Dad, who was outside the door, how “devoted and responsible” she was as a mother. I don’t know how long it was, but Dad finally knocked on the door from outside. “That’s enough, she’s learned her lesson. The child is still young.” Mom stopped, she opened the door, her voice tearful. “Arthur, my heart aches. My daughter turned out like this, it’s my failure as a mother.” Dad walked in, hugging Mom, who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. “It’s not your fault, I’m usually too busy and neglected her discipline.” They were like a loving couple, comforting each other in my room. And I, like discarded trash, curled up in the corner, cold all over. Mom lifted her head from Dad’s embrace, looking at me with swollen, red eyes, her gaze poisoned with malice. “Iris, go apologize to your dad, and promise you’ll never steal money again.”

In the middle of the night, I was woken by a sudden chill. Mom was pulling back my covers, trying to drag me out of my warm bed. “Hurry up, don’t drag your feet.” Her voice was very low, but it held an undeniable command. I asked groggily: “Mom, where are we going?” “No questions, just do what I tell you!” She roughly shoved a thin jacket on me, and dragged me out of the house. The hallway was pitch black in the dead of night; cold wind seeped in through the window cracks, and I shivered uncontrollably. Mom took me to the small garden downstairs, and pressed me onto a cold stone bench. “You stay right here, don’t go anywhere, understand?” Her tone was irritable, and she kept checking her phone. The light from her phone screen illuminated her face; I saw she was texting someone, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Mom, I’m cold.” I whispered. “Suck it up!” She snapped impatiently, “If you dare wander off, you’ll regret it when I get back!” After saying that, she grabbed her bag and hurried towards the curb at the edge of the complex. A black sedan was already waiting there; the door opened, and I saw the profile of the man from earlier today. Mom got into the car, and it quickly disappeared into the night. Leaving me alone, in the empty garden, surrounded by endless darkness and cold. I don’t know how long I sat there, my hands and feet were numb with cold. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Dad’s anxious shouts came from not far away. “Iris! Iris!” I jolted awake. It was Dad! Just as I was about to respond, Mom’s figure suddenly rushed out from the other side. She clapped a hand over my mouth, whispering a vicious warning into my ear: “Shut up! If you dare make a sound, I’ll beat you to death!” She pulled me behind a large tree, holding me tightly. Dad was shining a flashlight, anxiously searching the garden. “This child, why is she sleepwalking again…” His voice was full of worry. It wasn’t until Dad’s figure disappeared into the stairwell that Mom finally let go of me. She pulled me, walking quickly towards home. “Later, if your dad asks, just say you were sleepwalking, and you ran downstairs and fell asleep. Understand?” I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold. Back home, Dad was pacing anxiously. Seeing us, he lunged forward. “Where have you been? Iris, are you okay?” Mom immediately switched to a tearful facade, as if about to cry. “I woke up in the middle of the night to find the child gone, I was so scared I nearly went crazy!” “It took me ages to find her downstairs; this child, she’d fallen asleep leaning on a stone bench, her body ice cold.” She said, pushing me in front of Dad. “Arthur, quickly look, what should we do? Her sleepwalking is getting worse and worse.” Dad touched my icy hand, and, heartbroken, picked me up. “It’s okay, Dad’s here.” I buried my face in his warm embrace, savoring this fleeting sense of safety. But Mom’s next words plunged me back into hell. “No, this behavior *has* to be stopped!” She looked at me, her gaze icy cold, “I think she just needs a good thrashing, teach her a lesson, see if she still dares to wander off in the middle of the night!” Dad frowned. “She didn’t do it on purpose…” “It’s because you indulge her like this that she’s getting worse!” Mom screamed, “She scared us so badly today, what if she actually got lost one day!” “I’m going to beat some sense into her today!” She snatched me from my dad’s arms and threw me to the ground. Then, she grabbed the feather duster from the corner and lashed at me, striking wildly.

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To make my husband, Derek, happy after he lost a leg, I secretly bought a trove of beautiful lingerie and toys. But he was never interested. I felt so guilty. Ten years ago, he lost his leg saving me. All I wanted was for him to be happy. It wasn’t until I was cleaning his old prosthetic that I found a tiny camera nestled inside the connection point. The videos showed him… and my best friend. Tiffany was wearing the nurse outfit I’d bought, laughing at me, as she used his prosthetic on herself. I didn’t cry. I just quietly ordered an identical prosthetic, but this one was filled with concentrated acid gel. And on it, I carved a single line: *Baby, let’s play something more exciting this time.* Every morning at six, my internal clock chimed precisely. The first thing I did was head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Derek. He liked toast with a soft-boiled egg, a preference unchanged for ten years. The egg had to be cooked to the second. As I carried the plate into the bedroom, Derek was just waking up. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across his sharply defined face. “Awake?” I placed the plate on his nightstand, my voice soft. He grunted, pushing himself up with his arms. He pulled back the covers, and the empty pant leg stared at me, a gaping wound that never healed, always between us. It was a heavy chain, binding me for ten years. “Which pants do you want to wear today?” I opened the closet, filled with custom-tailored trousers, all designed to conceal his missing limb. “Whatever.” His voice was always like that—a hint of impatient detachment. I was used to it. I picked out a dark grey pair, then knelt to help him put them on. Next came the cold prosthetic. The click of the clasps locking into place was the most familiar sound of my ten-year marriage. I carefully adjusted the tension, ensuring every component fit perfectly. “There you go.” I said. He stood up and walked a few steps, without the slightest limp. No one but us knew he was an amputee. He turned, looking down at me, still kneeling on the floor, a hint of disdain in his eyes. “Tiffany’s coming over today.” My heart gave a faint lurch. Tiffany King, my best friend. And the only person in this oppressive house, besides me, who could bring a hint of a smile to Derek’s face.

Tiffany arrived precisely at three in the afternoon. She carried the latest designer bag, wore a dress I could never afford, and her smile was radiant, dazzling. “Ellie, look what I brought you!” She held out a delicate box as if offering a priceless treasure. It was my favorite brand of perfume. “You shouldn’t waste money.” I scolded her, but a warmth spread through my chest. She was the only splash of color in this dull, suffocating home. “This is nothing! You sacrifice so much for this family, you deserve to treat yourself.” She said, glancing at Derek, who was on the sofa, engrossed in financial news. Derek lowered his newspaper and, uncharacteristically, smiled. “You’re here.” “Yeah, Derek. I was worried Ellie was working too hard taking care of you by herself, so I came to help.” Tiffany settled naturally beside Derek, picked a grape from the fruit bowl, peeled it, and offered it to his lips. Derek opened his mouth and ate it. Their intimacy caught me off guard, leaving me stunned. But I quickly smothered the tiny spark of discomfort. Tiffany was just naturally warm and affectionate. Besides, she truly cared about me. During dinner, Tiffany regaled us with funny stories from work, making Derek laugh repeatedly. Watching them, I felt like an outsider. After dinner, Tiffany offered to massage Derek’s leg, saying it could relieve muscle fatigue where the residual limb connected to the prosthetic. This was something I did for him every night. “No, that’s alright. I can do it,” I interjected. “Oh, Ellie, you’ve been busy all day. Go rest.” Tiffany gently pushed me onto the sofa. She rolled up her sleeves and knelt by Derek’s leg. Her fingers, through his trousers, pressed into his thigh muscles. Derek closed his eyes, his expression seeming to enjoy it. I stared at Tiffany’s hands, her nails painted a vivid red, stark against the dark fabric of his pants. Her hand moved slowly upward. Past his knee, reaching his upper thigh. My breath hitched. Derek’s body stiffened for a fraction of a second. Tiffany, however, seemed not to notice. She even laughed as she asked: “Derek, don’t you think my technique is better than Ellie’s?” Derek opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable as he looked at her. Then, he shifted his eyes to me. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. He spoke casually: “She just doesn’t get it like you do.” My heart clenched, a sudden, suffocating squeeze.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Derek’s words were a thorn, lodged in my heart. I stared at his sleeping profile, and the scene of the car crash ten years ago replayed in my mind. The screech of brakes, blinding headlights, the metallic shriek of twisting metal. And his muffled groan as he shielded me with his body. He saved me. He traded his leg for my life. That debt, that guilt, was enough for me to do anything for him. Including enduring all his coldness and criticism. I rolled over, deciding not to dwell on it. Perhaps our marriage was just too dull. I needed to do something to stir this stagnant pool of a life. The next day, I found myself, for some reason, walking into an adult novelty store. Under the sales clerk’s knowing gaze, I blushed and bought a nurse’s uniform and a few accessories. That evening, I waited for Derek to finish showering, then changed into the outfit. The white mini-skirt barely covered my rear. The buttons on the bodice seemed ready to pop open at any moment. Holding a stethoscope, I walked up to him, my heart pounding. “Mr. Vance, do you need a physical examination?” I mimicked the seductive tone from movies, my voice breathy and soft. Derek looked at me, expressionless. His gaze traveled from my face, slid to my chest, and finally rested on my bare legs. There was no lust in his eyes, only appraisal. Like he was watching a clown. “Eleanor,” he said, his voice cold as ice, “Don’t you think you look ridiculous?” My smile froze. “Change out of that. Don’t make a fool of yourself for me.” He tossed those words at me, then lay down, turning his back. I stood there, my blood seeming to freeze instantly. Shame, humiliation, and a sharp, piercing pain spread from my heart throughout my body. I looked at my ridiculous reflection in the mirror, and finally, the tears began to fall.

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