My husband always wants to be intimate with me during my period. I suggested we choose another time, but he just said: “If you don’t want to, you can refuse me. There’s no need to ask me to change the rules after we’ve already done it.” I had no comeback. After all, in our four years of marriage, he only ever wanted to be close to me during those few days. Then, on my thirtieth birthday, a young woman came to the hospital for a consultation: “Dr. Reed, is there any way I can stop getting my period?” “My husband has a high libido, and every time I’m on my period, he holds back so pitifully to protect me. He’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself, so he doesn’t even come to see me during those days.” Thinking of Liam Hayes, who was the complete opposite of her husband, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, but I still nodded. The young woman joyfully called her husband. But then, I heard Liam Hayes’s voice coming from the phone. My heart literally stopped. After the girl hung up, she excitedly shared with me: “Dr. Reed, I’ve known my husband since high school. He used to come to my school every day to see me, but he never wanted to date me because he said I wasn’t old enough.” “It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday party that I truly became his. Since then, except for the beginning of each month, he’s claimed me every night, for four years, right up to today.” “Every time we’re intimate after my period, I can see traces of blood on him. It must be because he’d held back so much he literally bled!” “Amy, does your husband do that too?” My fingers, clutching the ultrasound probe, turned white from the force, and my knuckles gave a faint crack. Liam Hayes and I had been married for four years, and we’d been intimate a total of 48 times—each time on the fifteenth of the month, when my period started. He was notorious in our professional circles for being utterly indifferent to women. Even when important clients tried to set him up, he’d flat-out refuse, not caring about appearances. All his assistants and staff were male. There wasn’t a single woman, not even a fly, was ever around him. So, for all these years, I never suspected he had another woman, and I’d secretly reveled in the thought that I was different. Taking a deep breath, I managed to say: “Honey, you’re still young, and you shouldn’t be so careless with your body. You need to tell your husband to learn some self-control.” “I can only prescribe some regulating medication. How effective it is depends on the individual.” I refused to believe such a dramatic coincidence could really happen. So, at that moment, I kept telling myself it was just a similar voice. After prescribing Kenzie’s medication, I sat uneasily by the window, wondering if I should prescribe something for myself too. After all, with things like this every month, not only was our relationship growing colder, but I couldn’t even get pregnant. But the next second, a chill shot from my feet to my brain. Liam Hayes’s luxury car pulled up downstairs at the hospital. The young girl, with practiced ease, slipped into the passenger seat, and they embraced, starting to kiss. They even made the luxury car *rock* right there in the busy hospital parking lot after she slammed the door shut! My colleagues flocked to the window to watch the spectacle, buzzing with comments: “These young people today are just too wild! I’m blushing just watching them.” “Hey, Dr. Reed? Aren’t you usually the first one to gossip? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Because that fleeting face, that was my husband! My ascetic, cold husband! Trembling, I locked the doors and windows, then pulled out my phone to call Liam. The moment the call connected, before I could even sigh in relief, I heard Liam’s impassioned groan through the phone: “My little sweetheart, it’s only been one night, and I miss you so much!” “After all this time, why are you still blushing?” I clamped my hand over my mouth, fighting back the nausea, forcing myself not to make a sound. “Honey, I specially came to the hospital to get my period regulated, so you won’t have to hold back for me anymore. Are you happy?” After a moment of silence, his voice softened: “So happy, I can’t even speak.” I don’t know how I got home, or how I self-flagellated under a cold shower, drenching my body again and again. Liam and I met through family introductions. Everyone thought we were a perfect match – similar backgrounds, handsome and beautiful. Seven days after meeting him, I unhesitatingly accepted his proposal. Many friends in our circle who knew him advised me to think it over, saying Liam lived like a robot. Despite his money and good looks, he was too boring for someone as passionate as me. But no one knew that over twenty years ago, Liam and I were both kidnapped at a gala. I was on the brink of death, and he was the one who kept waking me up, allowing me to hold on until we were rescued. He was my savior, and the subject of countless blushes during my teenage years. As I thought this, the doorbell rang. It was a package Liam had sent home. The recipient was Kenzie Miller—the young woman from the clinic earlier that day. Inside the package were custom-made luxury heat patches for period pain and diamond-studded sanitary pads. Also on her period on the fifteenth of the month. She could have the best care products. And I, Liam Hayes’s only wife, had to satisfy him during my period, and then *thank him* for it!

Liam didn’t come home all night. My SnapChat messages filled the chat window. He never explained himself to me, nor did he care about my feelings. For him, finding a woman to appease his parents’ nagging, and giving me a million a month in spending money, was his greatest benevolence. I was the one stubbornly loving him, believing that one day I could melt his frozen heart. Before I could fully process things, Kenzie Miller ran in, her eyes red and swollen: “Amy, can you please give me some painkillers? My husband was really too rough last night.” The uncanny coincidence made me wonder if she was deliberately making a scene in front of me. But as a doctor, I couldn’t refuse a patient’s request. I took a deep breath, motioned for her to lie down, and prepared to take an X-ray. But just as I took out the sterilized instruments, Kenzie suddenly groaned in pain: “I’m so sorry, Amy, I didn’t know you were Liam’s wife. I really didn’t mean it, he never told me any of this, and I didn’t know I was the other woman.” “You can hit me, scold me, or even remove my uterus if you want, but please, please don’t make me leave Liam, okay?” “I really, really love him.” “Bang!” I was shoved with tremendous force into the instrument cabinet. Glass shattered instantly, and a sharp pair of forceps plunged straight into my eye. Blood gushed out, and in the blurry instant before my vision gave out, I saw Liam Hayes, holding Kenzie close in his arms. He was in a sharp suit, his cold face softened with a hint of distress. The moment he looked at me, his brows furrowed: “If I hadn’t happened to pass by, would you have already removed her uterus?” “Is this your medical ethics? Is this how you were raised, Amy!?” Each word pierced my heart like a knife. I lay on the ground, gasping, stubbornly craning my neck: “Raised? After finding out your husband has been cheating with another woman for four years, am I still supposed to cherish her and treat her like gold!?” “You attacked me without question, and cheated for four years—is *that* what you call being well-raised!?” I thought my breakdown would at least make Liam feel a shred of shame. But I had overestimated my standing in his heart. He calmly led Kenzie to a treatment bed, meticulously and gently examining her from the tips of her hair to her toes. It wasn’t until he noticed a fake eyelash had fallen off that his whole demeanor turned icy. He advanced towards me, the oppressive aura of a powerful man looming over me: “Amelia Reed, I don’t like airing private matters like this, and I especially don’t like you hurting Kenzie.” “I can grant your wish and let you remain my legal wife for life, but you will pay for what you did today.” He carefully carried Kenzie out, leaving only me, bloody and mangled, and my assistant in the examination room. Just because Kenzie’s fake eyelash had fallen off. My husband ordered someone to pluck out every single one of my eyelashes. Just because Kenzie’s manicure was chipped. My ‘light’ demanded that all my fingernails be torn out. I fainted and woke up again, the floor covered in dried blood, my once loving heart numb with pain. I grabbed my phone and called Liam: “Liam Hayes, I’m divorcing you!” It was the first time he’d answered my call instantly. After a moment of silence, his hoarse, deep voice came through: “Come find me.” After a quick bandage, I stubbornly dressed myself to look alluring and dignified. But no matter how much makeup I put on, my eyes always lacked Kenzie’s innocent, naive sparkle. Yet, when I first married Liam, I was even brighter and more innocent than her. I wiped off and redrew my makeup again and again, arriving at the business club after dark. This was the first time Liam had ever met me anywhere other than our home. In all our years of marriage, he never needed a female companion, never needed a wife for social engagements, and never wanted to introduce me to his friends. So this was the first time I learned that the lavish “Kenzie & Liam’s Love” was Liam Hayes’s establishment. Kenzie Miller and Liam Hayes’s love. I gave a self-deprecating laugh. The private room door was slightly ajar, and I heard men’s laughter from inside: “You bastard, Amy never blamed you after all these years of your crap, so why is she suddenly divorcing you today?” “Honestly, even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t be doing it every month during her special time, right? If you really made her sick, how would you explain it to Mr. Reed? He’s abroad, but if he comes back, he’ll make you pay.” Liam stubbed out his cigarette, his voice incredibly calm: “She’d be thrilled! Doesn’t she always practically throw herself at me, cleaning herself up and waiting in bed?” “She could refuse me, but she always seems to enjoy it.” “Besides, every month when Kenzie gets her period, I can’t bear to ask her to ‘help me out,’ so I have to make do with you.” Laughter erupted in the room, one after another. My face turned pale as I leaned against the door, humiliation and hatred consuming me. Yes, it was true. I craved that one chance a month to be intimate with him. I couldn’t bear to push him away when my body was most vulnerable. I accidentally bumped the door open, stumbling awkwardly and falling towards Liam. Surprisingly, he didn’t dodge. After steadying me, his face darkened: “What kind of outfit is that?” His sudden concern made my heart race, completely catching me off guard. “Trying to look young. It’s ugly.” I froze. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked up at him: “I’m here to talk about the divorce.” The people in the room discreetly dispersed, thoughtfully closing the door behind them. Liam lay sprawled on the couch, his legs spread, eyes fixed on my face as he raised an eyebrow: “You were the one who wanted to marry me back then, and now you’re the one insisting on divorce.” Just as I was about to get angry, he pulled me into his arms, his chiseled face suddenly pressing close. He kissed my lips without warning. The smell of alcohol instantly hit me. My legs went weak, uncontrollably. Four years of marriage, and this—this was the first time he had ever kissed me. But the next second, he pushed me away, his eyes filled with hatred and sarcasm: “You’ve really stooped low. If you love me, why use such cheap tricks to get my attention?” “I’m warning you, this is the first and last time.” “If you ever upset Kenzie again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

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I stood outside the door and heard my mother-in-law whisper: “Gen, how could you suffocate the other baby?” My wife’s voice was ice-cold. “The one who died was my husband’s. The one who lived… is Caleb’s. I had to make sure his child gets the inheritance.” That’s when it hit me— My wife’s twins had different fathers. She killed my child… To protect her lover’s. In the bedroom, Brenda was still wiping tears and sighing. “Leo has longed for a child for years. If he ever finds out the truth, he won’t be able to handle it.” Genevieve’s voice suddenly spiked. “Mom! Caleb was the man I wanted to marry! You and Dad threatened to cut me off, forcing me to marry Leo for the company’s funding. Wasn’t my sacrifice enough?” “My womb is mine, and I only want to bear children for the man I love!” “Besides, Leo loves me so much. As long as the child calls him ‘Dad,’ does it really matter whose it is?” If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed such utterly twisted and morally bankrupt words could come from the woman I’d loved for so many years. I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, again and again. I was terrified that if I waited another second, the agony and rage would overwhelm me, making me do something I’d regret. Genevieve and I were college sweethearts. The first time I saw her, I was captivated by her serene and elegant beauty. When I heard she had a deadbeat boyfriend from outside campus, I was surprised but held back my feelings. Then, Genevieve suddenly approached me. She explained that Caleb was just a childhood friend, and she was truly attracted to men like me. Overjoyed, I immediately started dating her. Even when my family tried to set me up with a more advantageous match, I refused, determined to marry Genevieve. For years, I’d poured my money and resources into her family’s business, cherished Genevieve, and treated her parents with more respect and care than my own. The result? Genevieve had suffocated my only child with her own hands! “Honey, what’s wrong?” Lost in my thoughts, Genevieve suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her face was etched with concern, as if she loved me deeply. A bitter irony twisted in my gut. I turned away, doing my best to mask my emotions. “Nothing. Just a little tired.” After all, she was the woman I had loved for so many years. While she was recovering from childbirth, I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to finalize the divorce quietly and go our separate ways. “Leo, even if you don’t say it, I can guess. You’re upset about the baby we lost, aren’t you?” Genevieve watched me for a moment, then sighed softly. “It’s fate. Some things are beyond our control. But thankfully, we still have Finn. You should pour all your love and energy into him, raise him well. That’s the best way to honor the baby who died.” My heart clenched violently, a mix of shock and fury. I stared at Genevieve, stunned by her audacity. “Oh, and one more thing.” Genevieve looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent. “We agreed before, once I gave birth, you’d get a permanent vasectomy. I’ve already scheduled your appointment. It’s tomorrow.”

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The first thing I did after giving birth to twins was ask my billionaire husband for a divorce. In my last life, he swapped our babies so his mistress’s son could inherit everything. When the truth came out, his mistress and her child were exiled—and died in a tragic accident. Then he locked me and our twins in an illegal organ farm, watching us suffer as they harvested our organs. I woke up—back on the day I gave birth. This time, I swapped the babies back. Holding my daughter and son tight, I demanded a divorce. Julian, now I’ll watch you destroy your mistress—and your son. “Anya, this is our son. Look how beautiful he is.” “He will be the heir to Sterling Group. You must nurture him carefully. No formula, only breast milk.” Julian looked down at the tiny infant in his arms, his eyes brimming with unstoppable paternal love. On the small bed next to us, our daughter cried her lungs out, but he seemed not to hear. I stared blankly at Julian, impeccably dressed in his suit, a joyful expression on his face, his murmuring instructions filling my ears. The incision on my body throbbed with sharp pain, but the room smelled faintly of antiseptic, not the disgusting stench of blood from the underground factory. A shiver ran through me. I had been reborn, back to the moment right after giving birth. Julian handed the baby to me. “He keeps licking his lips. Is he hungry? Quick, feed him.” A soft, squishy infant was placed in my arms. I looked down. His entire body was wrinkled and purplish-red. My memory told me my firstborn was fair-skinned and clean, with big, double-lidded eyes. “You feed the baby quickly. I need to take care of something, I’ll be back to see you later.” With that, he hurriedly left. The moment the door slammed shut, I scooped up the baby and followed him. My memory led me straight to the VIP suite on the third floor. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw a luxurious room, filled with roses, a marble bed, and a large screen projecting maternity care tips… Serena lay wrapped in a silk duvet, her face as fresh and delicate as a peach blossom, showing no sign of the pallor or exhaustion typical after childbirth. My dear husband, Julian Sterling, was gently holding her close. “My love, you’ve been through so much. The baby is beautiful. I’ve already sent him to Anya. He will be the legitimate firstborn grandson of the Sterling family, the heir to Sterling Group.” Serena, tears welling in her eyes, nestled into Julian’s embrace. “Honey, I can’t bear to part with my son. The thought of never seeing him again… I’d rather die.” Julian quickly patted her shoulder, comforting her. “Serena, don’t cry. My heart aches for you.” “Don’t worry. Just eighteen years. As soon as our son inherits Sterling Group, I’ll make sure you two reunite. By then, you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Sterling.” “What about Anya then? Will she let us off that easily?” A sinister look flashed across Julian’s face. “She’s the one who’s disrupting our happiness. If she leaves quietly, we can part amicably. But if she doesn’t cooperate, I won’t hesitate to send her where she belongs.” “No matter how powerful Anya’s family is, they won’t suspect a suicide from depression.” He pulled Serena into a tighter embrace. “Darling, just bear with it a little longer. Right now, I still need Anya’s family’s support. I have to keep coaxing her, pretending to be a loving husband and wife. You know, it’s all for our child, for our future.” Serena cautiously asked, “What about this baby? I’m afraid I won’t be able to care for him properly. What if…?” Julian scoffed. “Just take care of him casually, don’t overexert yourself. If he dies, it’s just his bad luck. I only have one child, and that’s our precious Felix, yours and mine.” Serena nodded, then leaned in and kissed Julian. They entangled passionately, completely disregarding Serena’s recent childbirth. A nurse walked by, and I quickly ducked out of sight. Inside, the sounds eventually stopped. Julian helped Serena leave the room, following the nurse. The moment they turned the corner, I gathered all my strength, rushed inside, quickly swapped back my son, and ran back to my second-floor room. Only when I lay in bed, clutching my son, did I realize I was drenched in sweat and my stitches felt like they were tearing open. I held my son, tears streaming down my face. In this life, I finally held my precious Felix. I will surely get justice for myself and make those heartless scum face their karma.

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Eight months pregnant and blind, my husband hired my best friend Chloe to “take care” of me. But every night, I heard moans behind closed doors. Leo said it was just the neighborhood cats—yeah, right. One day, I found a whip and sexy lingerie hidden in our closet. Turns out, they always played SM games on the balcony while I was asleep. “F**k you, little bitch!” “Keep it down, your wife will hear!” My husband sneered, “If she wasn’t carrying our baby, I’d have kicked her out long ago.” Then it hit me—the baby inside me wasn’t truly mine. “I couldn’t bear for you to go through the pain of childbirth. It would break my heart.” “I swapped the eggs during the IVF, honey. The baby in her womb has been ours all along, from start to finish. That idiot still thinks she’s carrying her child!” Leo’s voice was drenched in tenderness as he kissed Chloe passionately. They didn’t even notice me standing at the top of the stairs, swaying dangerously. Amidst the frozen despair, I cracked a silent smile and let myself fall backward. A piercing scream shattered their intimate moment. The cold steps slammed against my body, one after another, until the final, brutal impact against the back of my head. A blinding flash of light made me gasp. I, who had been blind for five years, could see again! Leo scrambled to pull on his clothes, rushing over to catch me. “Autumn!” Chloe’s shirt was still undone, buttons open. They both looked a mess. My stomach churned with disgust, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I fought back the searing pain, forcing an expression of self-blame, tears welling in my eyes. “I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, called out for you, but you didn’t answer for so long. I thought you weren’t here.” “Leo, it’s my fault. I’m so clumsy, I even fall just walking.” A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the sticky wetness beneath me. “Help… please… our baby!” After a terrified scream, I “fainted.” I woke up in the hospital bed after a rare night of undisturbed sleep, Leo holding my hand tightly. He let out a deep sigh, his voice hoarse. “Autumn, don’t be too sad… we can try for another baby.” I stared at my now flat stomach, lost in thought. If I hadn’t lost my sight, would he still have gotten tired of me? I was just about to tell him I could see again when Chloe walked in, carrying a thermos. Her gaze flickered subtly between Leo and me, worried about last night’s events coming out, and also afraid I might have regained my sight. “Autumn, I made your favorite chicken soup.” She said softly, pouring a full bowl, then subtly tilted it as if to accidentally spill it towards my eyes. I feigned being startled by a sudden noise, my fingers trembling slightly as I accidentally nudged my pillow. The scalding chicken soup spilled, burning her wrist and causing small blisters. She let out a shriek. Leo’s face immediately darkened. He pulled Chloe into his arms, then glared at me, his voice sharp. “What are you doing?!” “Even if we lost the baby, you shouldn’t take it out on Chloe!” “She’s not the one who caused your miscarriage, it was your own carelessness! Don’t blame others!” “She was kind enough to take care of you, and you’re ungrateful, throwing a tantrum? Autumn, don’t be so unreasonable!” Chloe nestled into his embrace, her eyes red-rimmed, sobbing. “Leo, please don’t blame Autumn. She can’t see anything. It was my fault. She’s upset, it’s okay if she hits or scolds me.” I stood frozen, staring at the woman I’d grown up with, now a stranger, like a mask I’d never truly seen. Leo’s voice was icy cold. “Being blind doesn’t give you permission to do whatever you want! Apologize! Apologize to Chloe right now!” When I didn’t move, he ignored the excruciating cramps in my abdomen, roughly dragged me off the hospital bed, and slammed me down onto the scattered porcelain shards. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head down, again and again, making me bow to Chloe. The intense pain made me wince and tremble. Seeing me covered in blood, his movements faltered, a flicker of remorse in his eyes. He released me, his tone softening slightly. “Alright, stop this. Let’s just drop it.” Chloe suddenly whimpered. “Leo, my blisters burst, it hurts so much.” He immediately panicked, coldly pushed my hand away, and swept Chloe into his arms, striding out. Chloe gave me a triumphant “V” sign, mouthing silently, “Autumn, you lose again!” I looked up at their retreating figures, then at the mess on the floor. Finally, I looked down at my own filthy body. Was he still the man I deeply loved?

The man who once had eyes only for me seemed to have died in that moment… Before I met Leo, I was a tea picker. Five years ago, I saved Leo from a landslide. But I was hit by rolling boulders, losing my eyesight. During our time together in the mountains, we fell in love. He knelt and proposed to me, “Autumn, your eyes saw life and death for me. From now on, my eyes will be yours.” I was incredibly touched. So, defying all his family’s pressure, he married me, an uneducated blind woman. I numbly tugged at the corner of my mouth. I once believed our love could overcome anything. And I never thought I’d be betrayed by both my husband and my best friend. Now I understand, true love eventually fades, and vows can’t stand against reality. When I returned from the hospital, the maids at home looked at me with open disdain. “The blind madam’s baby is gone. I guess she’s useless now, huh?” “I bet she’ll be kicked out within a month. Time for Miss Chloe to take her place.” “Shh! Quiet down! She’s blind, not deaf!” I paused. So everyone knew about them, and I was the only one kept in the dark. The whispers stopped abruptly as a foot suddenly jutted out in front of me. I stumbled and fell hard, scraping my elbow. The young maid, who had a crush on Leo, feigned surprise. “Oh my! Madam, why aren’t you watching where you’re going? I just mopped the floor, and you’ve dirtied it again!” I slowly looked up, my cold gaze sweeping over her petty, twisted face. To everyone’s astonishment, I stood up and slapped her hard across the face. “As long as I’m not divorced, I am still Mrs. Leo! If you don’t want to work here, you can leave now!” A stern voice boomed behind me, “Oh? I’d like to see who dares to kick out someone from this family?” My body stiffened, a familiar voice making me flinch. The young maid’s eyes lit up when she saw it was Grandma Eleanor, and she immediately straightened her back proudly. Eleanor stepped forward and slapped my face even harder. “You couldn’t keep a baby, but your temper sure has grown! My family would have better luck with a breeding dog than with you!” In front of all the servants, she ordered them to drag me to the courtyard and forced me to kneel, a heavy book balanced on my head. The midday sun was merciless. I bit my lip and endured, my face turning deathly pale. Eleanor leaned down, pinching my chin, each word like an icy dagger. “Your mother is still in the ICU. If you’re not pregnant in a year, I’ll unplug her life support.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame your useless womb…”

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Everyone called Julian the perfect husband. For ten years of marriage, I suffered my “episodes” almost every year. Even when I drew blood from him, he’d still hold me gently, soothing me with soft words. Even when I was hauled away to a psych ward, he still smiled sweetly. “Sarah, don’t be afraid. We’re all here to help you.” It wasn’t until I found my hidden PhD diploma in psychology that I knew. My illness was never a diagnosis. It was his creation. My head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and my stomach churned in protest. I heard Julian’s voice, anxious and choked with tears, repeating over and over, his eyes red and bloodshot as he gripped my hand tightly. “It’s okay, Sarah, everything will be alright.” There seemed to be other people around, holding things and taking pictures. I struggled to see clearly, but my vision was a blur. I only caught a fleeting glimpse of cold indifference in his eyes. “Shh, don’t move, darling. I’ll go with you for treatment. It’s just a minor procedure, and you’ll be fine.” He whispered soothingly, his arm sliding under my waist and knees, lifting me into his embrace. My body felt like a broken rag doll, limp and lifeless in his arms, my limbs hanging uselessly. Outside the car window, the night was thick like ink, occasionally cut by the fleeting light of a streetlamp. Where were we going? Why was my headache getting worse? It felt like I’d forgotten something incredibly important. I shook my head and looked at Julian. “Julian, I don’t want to go. Can we just go home?” Julian whispered reassurances in my ear. But phrases like “You’ll be fine after some rest,” and “The place we’re going will make you better,” only pricked at my nerves, making me tremble uncontrollably. My gaze drifted to the window. A sign indicated a psychiatric hospital just ahead. Those few short words instantly filled me with dread. “No hospital! I’m not sick! I’m not going to a psychiatric hospital!” “I’m not crazy! I’m not sick! Let go of me!” I struggled wildly in the car. Julian let me flail and hit him, but he continued to calm me with that infuriatingly gentle voice. I fought desperately to break free from his embrace, trying to open the car door. The next moment, like a mosquito bite, a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into me, and I lost consciousness almost immediately. When I woke up again, I was already dressed in a hospital gown. Several people in white coats approached, their eyes scrutinizing me. Julian stood nearby, his expression so complex I couldn’t decipher it. He gently patted my back. “Don’t be afraid, they’re all here to help you.” His voice was soft as silk, but it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I clutched his arm, pleading. “Julian, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never hit you again. Please, take me home!” “Julian, I’m really not sick. It must be my hormone levels are off. Can’t we just go home and get it sorted?” Julian continued to placate me with empty words, but his hand made no move to help. The people in white coats nodded at him. Julian stepped back, making way for them. They grabbed my arms and forced me onto the cold hospital bed. Rough restraint straps instantly tightened around my wrists and ankles. The sharp pain made me scream. “Sarah, just bear with it a little longer! It’ll be over soon!” A cold liquid was pushed into my veins. The tranquilizer began to take effect. My thoughts became slow and thick, everything around me twisting, blurring. I struggled to grasp onto something, my fingertips twitching uselessly, but there was nothing to hold. Through my fading vision, Julian walked towards the door. The moment he opened it, I saw a figure standing outside. Was that Chloe? Why was she here? As I wondered, Julian pulled her into a hug. Chloe rested her head intimately on his shoulder, a smirk of triumph playing on her lips. “Don’t be afraid. We’re here to help you.” Julian’s gentle yet chilling words exploded in my mind. A searing tear rolled down my cheek, but the image was so fleeting, so ethereal. I couldn’t tell if it was reality or just another hallucination from my “episodes.” My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until I finally plunged into complete darkness.

When I woke up, blinding white still surrounded me. “Miss Sarah, it’s time for today’s treatment.” She pushed a cart towards me, and the gleaming electroshock machine instantly made my hair stand on end. I struggled to sit up, but my body was as soft as jelly. It was the after-effect of the tranquilizers. A few days later, Julian came. He was wearing the gray cashmere sweater I’d given him, holding a bouquet of champagne roses-my favorite flowers. “Sarah, are you feeling any better?” Behind him, a social media influencer was live-streaming on her phone, explaining something to her followers. “Guys, a man like Julian is truly a rare gem in this world!” “Sarah’s been diagnosed with a mental illness, but he still hasn’t given up! He even brought in the world’s best doctors for consultations. Seriously, Sarah must have won the cosmic lottery in a past life to deserve a husband like him!” A flicker of smugness, however, darted across Julian’s eyes. He bent down and gently kissed my forehead. The cold touch instantly sent a shiver down my spine. “The doctor says if you cooperate with the treatment, you’ll get better soon.” He smiled at the doctor beside him, then turned back to me, the smugness in his eyes even deeper. This time, I saw it clearly. The side effects of the medication left me constantly groggy, my brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making even simple thoughts sluggish. Each electroshock felt like a thousand needles simultaneously piercing my brain, making me curl up in agony. They said it was to “correct” my “delusions.” But all I felt was my soul being slowly drained away. I started to lose track of day and night, of dreams and reality. I even struggled to remember if it was Julian or Chloe who had visited. The nurse handed me the phone, saying it was Mom. “Sarah, just listen to the doctors. Julian told me you’ve been really stressed lately, overwhelmed.” “Many of the things you’re seeing are just hallucinations. Don’t let those crazy thoughts in your head fool you.” Mom’s voice carried fatigue and a hint of helplessness, yet it seemed to awaken something deep within me. “Mom, no, that’s not right! I’m not sick! Please, let me out! I’m really not sick!” “Mom, it hurts so much! They electroshock me every day, it really, really hurts!” Mom sighed deeply, but there wasn’t a hint of belief in her voice. “Just focus on getting better. Julian is taking care of everything at home.” The line went dead, leaving only a cold dial tone. I lay in bed, staring blankly at a small patch of mold on the ceiling. It looked exactly like a distorted face, mocking my sanity. Every day was the same: wake up, take medication, then the “treatments.” Julian’s sweet talk, the small gifts he brought during visits, all felt distant and blurry, like they were behind a pane of glass. All I remembered was that fleeting look of smugness in his eyes, and the pity and fear in the eyes of my relatives when they looked at me. I even began to question if I really had gone mad. Until that day, the nurse walked in, holding my medication and a patient record. It was strange, ever since I’d been admitted. I’d asked to see my medical records many times, but I’d always been refused. I vaguely remembered that I knew something about therapy myself. But no one seemed willing to listen to me. The nurse stormed in, impatiently slamming things around. “What kind of lazy-ass doctor is this? Can’t even bother with rounds, just says he’s ‘busy’! I’m so over this job, seriously, anyone who wants this life can have it!” She grumbled under her breath, shoving the pills into my hand impatiently. “Hurry up and take your medication!” Seeing that she didn’t check my mouth as usual, I instinctively hid the pills under my tongue, pretending I’d already swallowed them. The nurse quickly left, but the patient record lay forgotten in the room. I opened the book, took one look, and froze.

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When Ryan and I got married, he was dirt poor. He promised me that one day he’d make a name for himself and present me with a grand surprise. Three years later, he did it. His company went public, soaring to unprecedented heights, and his name was everywhere. At the celebratory banquet on the listing day, my heart swelled with joy as he handed me a beautifully wrapped package. But when I opened it, the smile on my face froze. I stood there, stunned. Inside were three bank cards, each with a small label. The first: $18,000, for the house call when you saved my mother. The second: $38,000, for the three years I lived in your home, rent. The third: $200,000, for three years of doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of the house—your nanny fees. “Skylar, everything I owed you, I’ve paid back.” “Now, can you finally let me go?” My heart plunged. Was this how he saw our home? A hotel? And me? Just a nanny? This wasn’t a surprise gift; it was a death wish package! Before I could even process it, Ryan pulled out a massive diamond ring from his pocket. He knelt on one knee, gazing deeply at Chloe, my apprentice, who stood beside me. “Chloe, I love you.” Boom! My mind went blank. My neck stiffened as I slowly turned ninety degrees, staring at Chloe in disbelief. Chloe, who had become my apprentice at eighteen, and whom I had meticulously mentored for five years. “Mr. Ryan is proposing to his wife’s apprentice? What the hell… he’s not even trying to hide it?” “Ugh! And I used to idolize him! Turns out he’s a total scumbag!” “They say men change when they get rich, and it’s absolutely true. Company just went public, and he’s already ditching his wife for his young apprentice!” “Absolutely shameless! Disgusting!” “…” A wave of angry curses erupted through the hall. Ryan then turned to me, his face etched with a suffocating heaviness. “My mother was critically ill back then, and I couldn’t afford her treatment. You offered to save her life with surgery if I married into your family, and I agreed.” “A year later, my mother passed away. I wanted a divorce, but you used saving my mother’s life to manipulate me. I didn’t say anything then.” “Now, I’ve paid everything I owe you!” “In fact, if you agree to the divorce, I’ll even give you half the company’s shares. How about that?” The insults faltered. Countless gazes of surprise and curiosity turned to me, and whispers filled the room. “I knew Mr. Ryan couldn’t be that foolish. So there’s a heartbreaking backstory.” “Selling himself to save his mother, then repaying the debt after making it big, and even willing to give up half his shares for freedom. Nothing wrong with that!” “Yeah, on the contrary, his wife seems a bit unscrupulous. I suddenly feel so sorry for Mr. Ryan…” My chest felt like it was filled with ice shards, each breath a searing pain. My mind was flooded with the image of him, kneeling in the snow, kowtowing repeatedly, begging me to save his mother’s life. I saved her, without any conditions. Afterward, he proposed, and I, moved by his filial devotion, accepted. But now, it was twisted into me having blackmailed him all this time? Looking at the utter lack of emotion on his face now, it finally hit me. All those countless moments of affection and sweetness after our marriage were just a performance for me… The next second, Chloe’s furious voice rang in my ears. “Ryan, have you lost your mind?!” “I’ve always looked up to you as an elder. How am I supposed to face anyone after this?” “Skylar, I swear to you! There’s absolutely nothing going on between Ryan and me!” “I have no idea why he’s pulled this stunt today. You have to believe me!”

I froze, and the entire room erupted again. Ryan looked bewildered, opening his mouth to say something, but Chloe was already wiping her tears, fleeing as if her life depended on it. Back home, Ryan and I fell into a cold war. Waking up in the middle of the night, I paused as I passed his study. The door was tightly shut, but with my superior hearing as a neurosurgeon, I caught every word of the conversation inside. “Ryan, you were too hasty!” “Skylar hasn’t taught me The Phoenix Nerve Technique yet. Now isn’t the time to burn bridges with her!” “Y-yes… I’m sorry, Chloe. I just want you so badly! I want to marry you officially! I want to—” “I understand, but my heart and soul are already yours. Can’t you wait a little longer? Please?” “Alright… So, how are you going to make it up to me?” “Oh!” “Next time, we’ll try a new position. I promise it’ll blow your mind.” “…” I trembled, leaning against the wall, silent tears streaming down my face again. “What a loving couple, indeed!” “Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.” As soon as dawn broke, Chloe called me. “Skylar, have you and Ryan made up?” “Ryan’s words yesterday were just drunken ramblings, please don’t take them seriously.” “Your kindness in teaching and guiding me has always been etched in my heart. Even though you’re only seven years older, I’ve always seen you like a mother.” “I would never do something so ungrateful as to be intimate with Ryan. You have to believe me, boo-hoo…” On the other end of the line, she was crying her eyes out. I didn’t expose her, only sneered silently. I had just hung up when Ryan pushed open the door. “Skylar, I was so out of it yesterday, I don’t know what happened. Someone must have been jealous and spiked my drink to make a fool of me.” “That gift package was just a prank to lighten the mood. This diamond ring was meant for you.” I took the ring, then tossed it into the trash can without a second thought, shoving a freshly printed divorce agreement at him. “Sign it.” Ryan froze, opening his mouth, but I pushed a surgical notebook gently towards him. “Now, can you sign it?” Seeing the surgical secrets, his pupils constricted sharply. He immediately picked up the pen to sign. But then he paused, his hand trembling slightly, a flicker of confusion in his eyes that even he didn’t notice. Three or four seconds later, he signed and quickly stood up. Before leaving, he glanced back at me, unusually calm, his lips twitching. “Skylar, I…” I cut him off. “I’ve let you go. Leave.” “Congratulations, Mr. Ryan, on regaining your freedom.” That same day, I posted a statement online, severing my mentorship with Chloe. Soon after, Ryan posted a response. [Shocking! Ex-husband publicly exposes Neurosurgeon Skylar Matthews’ Three Major Crimes!] “One, accepting bribes, openly disregarding hospital regulations, repeatedly and actively soliciting under-the-table payments from patient families, with bribe income reaching at least a million!” “Two, malpractice and negligence, not only refusing to treat the poor but also causing patient deaths multiple times due to misdiagnosis, then using money to cover it up.” “Three, marital infidelity, repeatedly offering ‘escort services’ to wealthy patients, and using her position and reputation to coerce new industry recruits into becoming her young boy-toys.” Below the post were videos of a group of patients and a young intern who had just joined the hospital, tearfully accusing me. No need to ask, Ryan must have used his money and influence. The post quickly shot to the top of trending topics, and the comment section exploded. The countless curses scrolling wildly across the screen were like poisoned daggers relentlessly stabbing my already shattered heart.

I clenched my fists, knuckles white, ultimately suppressing the volcanic rage and bitter hurt welling up inside me. The tears that had been brewing in my eyes didn’t fall. Because it wasn’t worth it. If they wanted to play, I’d play along until the very end! The next day, as I went to work at the hospital, security guards and nurses in the lobby pointed and whispered about me. I ignored them completely. As I was about to enter the elevator, Dean Thompson blocked my way, his face furious. “Dr. Matthews, an internal review has been initiated regarding your conduct. You’ll be suspended for a period.” I was stunned. “Dean, do you believe those online rumors too?” “Whether they’re rumors, we’ll find out after the investigation.” “But there are so many patients waiting for me…” Before I could finish, a tall, strikingly handsome man, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, approached me. “Effective immediately, you are no longer my sister’s attending physician. I cannot entrust my sister to someone of such questionable character.” My expression shifted slightly. I reminded him, “Mr. Thorne, you know your sister’s condition. You’ve consulted every famous doctor, domestic and international. Only I can save her.” Alex Thorne frowned at my words. Just as he looked troubled, Chloe, in a white coat, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Her eyes glinting, she said softly, “Mr. Thorne, actually…” “I can do it too.” I paused, then scoffed, a cold smile on my lips. “Oh, really? Just got expelled from your mentorship, and your wings are already so strong?” Chloe looked heartbroken, her voice tinged with a sob. “Skylar, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to steal your patient, and I had no idea about that post Ryan made.” “But now the patient’s family insists they don’t want you to treat her. As a doctor, one can’t just disregard a patient’s life, right?” “Life is paramount, and patients have the right to choose their attending physician. These are all things you once taught me.” Alex Thorne looked at her skeptically. “My sister’s illness is a rare one. You can treat it?” Chloe nodded eagerly, about to guarantee it, when Alex already made up his mind. “Alright, you’re hired.” I sighed softly, then urged, “Mr. Thorne, I just taught her the surgical techniques. Even if she’s talented, I’m afraid…” Before I could finish, Alex waved his hand. “Shut your mouth, you jinx! Get her out of here!” Seeing several bodyguards approach, I quickly stepped back. “Don’t touch me. I’ll leave myself.” Before walking out the main door, I turned my head, sharing a deeply meaningful gaze with Alex . Over the next few days, Chloe’s treatment of Audrey went remarkably smoothly. For this, the hospital even held a commendation ceremony specifically for her. I was also required to attend, standing on stage like a mere green leaf, accentuating her dazzling brilliance. “Now, Mr. Thorne’s sister’s condition is basically stable, and Mr. Thorne, to show his gratitude, has expressed his intention to donate one hundred million dollars to our hospital!” “This is all thanks to Dr. Chloe. Her Phoenix Nerve Technique is truly phenomenal!” “Furthermore, according to many public reports, Dr. Chloe frequently offers free medical services and has an excellent reputation in the industry. She’s simply the opposite of some people.” At this, Dean Thompson glared at me, his brow furrowed, then continued, “After investigation, the claims in that previous post have been largely verified.” “The senior management and I have decided to terminate Skylar Matthews’ employment. The position of Head of Chinese Medicine, which she previously held, will be taken over by Chloe.” The audience erupted in thunderous applause, mixed with shouts of condemnation directed at me. “Serves her right!” “A corrupt, depraved doctor like her is an insult to our noble profession!” “Dismissal is too light; she should be blacklisted from the entire industry!”

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The moment I heard about my daughter’s plane crash, my entire family turned on me. My husband, Robert, immediately brought his mistress, Serena, into our home. He sneered at me, arrogant and defiant: “Serena and I have been separated for decades, but she was always meant to be my wife.” “Vivian is dead, blown to smithereens, so your protection is gone. You’re no longer the high-and-mighty Mrs. Harper. From now on, you’ll learn to know your place!” My son, Brandon, smirked with pure malice: “After years of being walked over by Vivian, I finally feel good. The Harper Group is mine now.” “And you, old hag, stop throwing your weight around. Serve us well, and you might still get a mouthful of food in this house!” My once-loving family instantly transformed into demons with twisted faces and cruel fangs. They reunited in the villa my daughter bought for me, indulging in lavish spending with the money she gave me. Meanwhile, I was forced into the doghouse, given scraps that even a dog wouldn’t touch. But what they didn’t know was that Vivian had been delayed by a meeting. She never even boarded that crashed plane…

It was early winter, and I was wearing only light clothes when my husband and son threw me out to the doghouse. Watching Serena’s familiar put-on act, I couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating laugh. Years ago, Vivian had threatened Robert with his shares in the company to make him break up with Serena. Turns out he only pretended to agree, still seeing her behind Vivian’s back all this time! “Robert, how dare you lie to Vivian? Aren’t you afraid she’ll come back and take everything from you?!” The group on the steps peered down at me. A few seconds later, a harsh burst of laughter erupted. “Vivian has been blown to smithereens. She’s still dreaming; it’s laughable.” Brandon’s face was full of disgust: “Mom, look at you, a senile old fool. Only Vivian ever treated you like a treasure, but now she’s dead, and your lifeline is gone. From now on, you’ll have to live off our scraps. Just thinking about it gives me a thrill!” Robert wrapped an arm around Serena, patting Brandon’s shoulder with satisfaction: “The entire Harper Group will be ours, mine and my son’s. Once we get Vivian’s inheritance from you, the Harper Group will become the Hayes Group. Then you can go join your dear daughter!” Robert’s words sent a surge of excitement through them all. I didn’t know if I was cold from the outside or if my heart was colder than ice. I clenched my fists, trembling uncontrollably. For so many years, their act had been so convincing. Robert had always been attentive, thoughtful, and polite. When Vivian caught him cheating years ago, he knelt, begging for my forgiveness, vowing never to repeat his mistake. He even accepted Vivian changing her surname to mine without a word of complaint. Brandon was always dutiful, showing Vivian, his older sister, the utmost respect. Now, the news of Vivian’s plane crash had barely reached us, and their true colors were completely revealed! Robert scoffed, pointing at the doghouse. “You don’t deserve to live in such a nice villa anymore. You’ll stay in the doghouse. By day, you’ll be our maid; by night, our watchdog.” I snapped, “You wouldn’t dare! Vivian bought this villa for me, and it’s in my name.” I started to walk up, but Robert raised his hand and shoved me. I tumbled down the steps, my old back injury flaring with excruciating pain. Serena let out a delicate, mocking laugh, her eyes full of scorn. “Eleanor, you’re too old for this. Don’t forget, tomorrow morning I want a custom-blended green tea smoothie. Make sure it’s ready.” With that, she casually linked arms with Robert: “It’s freezing, Robert, Brandon. Let’s go inside.” The large door slammed shut in front of me. I endured the sharp pain and crawled into the doghouse for warmth. My phone and bank cards weren’t with me. Robert had bribed the house security guards at some point. I couldn’t even get out of the yard. This wasn’t the time for anger. They still didn’t know Vivian never boarded that plane. I had to hold on until she returned! Then we’d see if they could still wipe that smug grin off their faces.

The shivering night finally passed. But I was woken by a basin of cold, greasy slop thrown on me! “Still sleeping? Mr. Hayes and Master Brandon are already up. Go prepare breakfast immediately.” I trembled, looking up. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, sneered. Seeing no reaction from me, she tried to kick me. I grabbed her ankle. “I suggest you know your place.” As soon as the news of the plane crash broke last night, everyone assumed Vivian’s chances of survival were practically zero. Robert had incited the servants and security guards to obey him. Now, everyone dared to kick me while I was down! The way self-interest turns people cold truly disheartens you. Mrs. Jenkins scoffed, shaking her foot free. “Still trying to pull the ‘lady of the house’ routine? Pfft! Our boss has changed. You’re no longer the esteemed Mrs. Harper. Mr. Hayes said you’re lower than us now in this house.” “Get up and cook!” I forced myself to crawl out of the doghouse, enduring my aching back and the cold. Mrs. Jenkins impatiently pushed me. As I entered the house, I saw Serena emerge, wearing my custom-made silk pajamas. She wrinkled her nose, clutching it with her hand. “It stinks! How can anyone eat the breakfast she makes?” Robert walked out of Vivian’s study, holding a gift box. “Then she can go clean the toilets,” he said, waving to Serena. “Serena, here’s an emerald necklace. It’ll look beautiful on you.” Serena swayed her hips over to him. The two of them cozily draped the necklace around her neck, admiring it. “That’s the birthday gift Vivian bought for me at auction for eighty million dollars! You can’t touch it!” I tried to rush over but Mrs. Jenkins held me in a death grip. She whispered in my ear, “Do you really think you’re worthy to compete with the new missus?” Robert feigned innocence, “Vivian? Where’s Vivian? Eleanor, are you still clinging to that delusion? Your Vivian died long ago, didn’t even leave a handful of ashes.” “Brandon is going to the company today to announce Vivian’s death. After her memorial and the will is settled, we’ll kick even you out!” Both Robert and Brandon knew that Vivian’s inheritance would surely be left to me. That’s why they hadn’t kicked me out yesterday. But I wondered what expressions these heartless monsters would make if they saw Vivian walk back in, safe and sound. Just then, Brandon came downstairs, talking on his phone: “Yes, tell the reporters the news is accurate. The Harper Group will hold a memorial service. Mrs. Harper?” Brandon glanced at me, then deliberately choked up. “My mother is overwhelmed by the news and has fallen ill. Everything will be handled by my father and me.” He and Robert exchanged glances, and Robert nodded in approval. Then, Robert stormed towards me, his eyes hard. “What are you doing?” My heart lurched. I tried to dodge, but Mrs. Jenkins held me in a death grip. Robert conjured a sickeningly sweet smile. And then, he viciously kicked me in the stomach! My sixty-year-old body crumpled to the ground, curling into a ball, sweat beading from the pain. Robert bent down, looking at me like a dying ant: “If you’re sick, you should act sick. That’s more convincing.” “Lock her up. No need for a doctor. It’ll be perfect if she’s unable to speak at the memorial service.”

Two security guards dragged me to the storage room. The door was locked from the outside, and there wasn’t even a window. “Eleanor? Eleanor?” A weak voice suddenly came from under the door. I struggled to look, pressed against the floor. But I only saw a pair of shoe soles. “Eleanor, it’s Chloe. Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?” I clutched the door, my heart pounding. Chloe hadn’t been working for us long. Vivian had helped her after she experienced domestic abuse, and hired her as a cleaner. I didn’t know if I could trust her, but I had to take the risk now! “Chloe, sweetie, can you get my phone for me?” I had to contact Vivian. I needed her to come back quickly. “I’ll go right now,” Chloe’s footsteps quickly retreated. I prayed silently in the darkness. Time had never felt so long… Suddenly, a bag was slipped under the door. It was my phone, along with two painkillers! Good girl, Chloe! Vivian absolutely has to give you a raise when she gets back! I huddled in the corner and pulled out my phone. It hadn’t been charged for a day and a night, and the battery was only at three percent. I quickly dialed Vivian’s number, but the call couldn’t connect. Then I called Vivian’s assistant, Marcus. It rang! Each buzz of the connection slammed against my heart. Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed from outside the door! Every hair on my body stood on end. As the door opened, Serena walked in. At the same moment, the assistant’s call connected. “Eleanor? Are you looking for Vivian?” “Quickly come back…” I saw Serena discover me. I shouted desperately, but she snatched the phone away from me. She intended to see who I was calling. But the phone died right then. She narrowed her eyes. “Eleanor, you truly are restless, aren’t you?” I leaned against the wall: “Serena, my daughter is coming back. When she does, you’ll be even more miserable than you were years ago.” After all, back then, under Vivian’s threats, Robert had abandoned Serena on the spot. Everyone who knew her knew she was a shameless and failed mistress. She had lost all dignity, ostracized by everyone. Perhaps she recalled her own humiliation from back then. Serena gritted her teeth, crouched down, and grabbed my hair. “Eleanor! Vivian is dead! Her personal effects have been sent back from the airport. There are even fragments of a gift she was bringing for you. Her body was vaporized! What do you have to be so arrogant about?” I scoffed: “Did I hit a nerve? Serena, you have a messed-up marriage and a daughter who barely acknowledges you, so you coveted my husband and resented me for having a wonderful daughter. You lost this game a long time ago.” Serena’s mouth twitched involuntarily. She raised her hand, poised to strike me. I closed my eyes, only to hear a sharp ‘CRACK!’ But no sting on my cheek? Opening my eyes, I saw she had slapped herself? Tears welled in Serena’s eyes. “Eleanor, why would you do this to me?” Almost simultaneously, Robert walked in through the doorway. He saw her clutching her cheek, her voice thick with emotion. He immediately helped her up. “I just came to ask Eleanor if she wanted something to eat, but she called me delusional and hit me.” “Robert, it hurts so much.” Serena’s tears streamed down her face. Robert’s eyes instantly blazed with fury. His eyes wide with rage, he roared at me: “You wretched woman! Someone, throw her into the basement!”

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When I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Brandon, booked eight strippers at a nightclub. His female assistant, Tiffany, sat on his lap, watching me with a mocking smirk. “Brandon, your wife looks like a beached whale! She probably broke the door squeezing in!” His employees chimed in, echoing her words. “You can’t just be a bloated balloon because you’re pregnant and stop us from having fun!” “Besides, Mr. Brandon just closed a multi-million dollar deal! What right do you, a mere housewife, have to tell him what to do?” I glared at their sneering faces, then pulled out my phone and called my father. “The collaboration with Brandon Corp can be canceled.” Brandon had no idea that his multi-million dollar deal was a personal favor my dad gave him, all for my sake. The phone call ended, and the private room erupted in laughter. “Brandon, the way she’s acting, you’d think she was running Brandon Corp!” “Has Serena been watching too many soap operas? Does she really think she’s some kind of power broker?” “Everyone knows Serena’s been living off Brandon since she got pregnant. I bet she doesn’t even have a thousand bucks to her name! And here she is, pretending she can cancel your ten-million-dollar deal.” Brandon looked at me with open disgust, his eyes full of revulsion. “Serena, you’re overdoing it! You’re a housewife who needs my money just to buy groceries, and you dare to put on an act in front of me?” Tiffany, the assistant, leaned flirtatiously against Brandon, her eyes full of scorn as she looked at me. “Serena, your body’s so swollen, you look like a waterlogged corpse! Mr. Brandon doesn’t even mind, he still takes care of you. How can you be so ungrateful?” I looked down at my body, swollen from pregnancy, and a wave of humiliation washed over me. Brandon and I were college sweethearts. He chased me relentlessly for three years. His sincerity moved me so much that I broke ties with my family to be with him. After we married, I poured my entire heart into supporting his startup. I even drank myself to stomach bleeding countless times at business dinners just to help him close deals. Once the company stabilized, Brandon gradually sidelined me, claiming the family needed me more. I had no complaints, happily becoming the woman behind his success. After I got pregnant, I suffered from such severe morning sickness that I could only sustain myself with IV drips. But I never imagined that all my devotion would be repaid with such cruel betrayal. I walked over, grabbed a glass from the table, and poured it straight over Tiffany’s head. “Ah!” Tiffany shrieked instantly, leaping off Brandon’s lap. Brandon’s face darkened. He grabbed my arm tightly. “Serena, what do you think you’re doing?” I shot him a cold smirk. “Just helping her sober up, so she can realize her place!” Tiffany quickly wiped herself, then tearfully threw herself into Brandon’s arms, feigning distress. “Mr. Brandon, I was only thinking of you! Look at Serena, her body is so swollen, she looks like a huge, puffy dough ball. She’s completely unpresentable! I was just worried people finding out you have a wife like that would make you lose face!” Brandon’s eyes were terrifyingly dark as he stared at me. He then picked up a bottle of red wine and held it out. “You better apologize to Tiffany with a drink right now. Otherwise, I’m cutting off your allowance completely. A pregnant woman like you, if you leave me, where do you think you’d go?” I stared at Brandon in disbelief, my hands clenching into fists. “Brandon, you want me, a pregnant woman, to drink to apologize?” Brandon shrugged, unconcerned. “You’re already eight months pregnant, the baby’s fully formed. A glass of wine won’t do anything.” I took the wine bottle Brandon handed me, looked him in the eye, and snorted coldly. Then, with all my might, I smashed it over his head. Crash! The wine bottle shattered, scattering glass everywhere. Brandon clutched his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me. “Serena, are you insane?”

I snorted at him. “You’re the one who went insane first!” With that, I turned to leave. Brandon stepped forward and yanked my arm back violently. “You think you can just hit someone and walk away?” Tiffany rushed forward. “Mr. Brandon, Serena just stomped all over your reputation! If this gets out, how will you ever operate in the city’s elite circles again?” The others quickly joined in. “Exactly! What kind of status does Mr. Brandon have? To be headbutted by a woman? How embarrassing!” “Mr. Brandon, you still need to learn a thing or two about keeping your wife in line!” “Or are you actually scared of her, Mr. Brandon?” Everyone looked at Brandon with amusement, and his face grew even darker. “Serena, I’m giving you one last chance. Apologize!” Meeting Brandon’s vicious gaze, my own eyes turned colder. “Brandon, this is my last chance for you. Let me leave now, or you won’t be able to handle the consequences.” Brandon chuckled dismissively. “Serena, you’re overdoing it! You’re someone who relies on me for everything, who gave you the guts to threaten me?” Brandon picked up a glass of red wine from the table and brought it to my lips. “Drink this, apologize to Tiffany, and I’ll pretend none of this happened today. Otherwise, don’t be surprised when the baby’s born and there’s no one there to sign the birth certificate for your child.” I stared at Brandon, shocked. I couldn’t believe he would use our child to threaten me into apologizing to a mere assistant! “Brandon, I’m carrying your child in my belly! You’d actually use our baby to threaten me?” Brandon’s gaze fell on my huge belly, his expression turning grave for a moment. Just then, Tiffany linked arms with him. “Mr. Brandon, if you don’t lay down the law for Serena today, she’ll walk all over you from now on.” Derek, the financial manager, with a stripper draped over each arm, walked over. “Mr. Brandon is worth so much, he can have as many kids as he wants later. You think one baby can control him? Serena, you’re too naive.” After hearing their words, Brandon looked at me with even more disdain. “Serena, don’t think that just because you’re pregnant, the whole world revolves around you. You will drink this wine today, whether you want to or not.” With that, Brandon reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, forcefully pouring the wine into my mouth. I bit down hard, but Brandon used the glass to pry my mouth open. The dark red wine, mixed with a metallic taste, flooded my throat. I felt a sudden wave of nausea, and a sharp, twisting pain shot through my abdomen. Then I heard a soft ‘pop,’ and a warm gush flowed down my thighs. I gasped, clutching my belly in a panic. “Brandon, my water broke! Take me to the hospital, quickly!”

Brandon stared at the growing puddle beneath me, a flicker of panic in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll take you to the hospital right away.” Just as Brandon reached out to pick me up, Tiffany stepped forward and pulled his arm. “Mr. Brandon, Serena’s only eight months pregnant. It’s not that easy for her water to break.” “Couldn’t she have just peed her pants and is trying to fake a breakdown to guilt-trip you, Mr. Brandon? I’ve heard pregnant women often can’t hold their bladder, and they sometimes even smell of pee.” Hearing Tiffany’s words, everyone around us recoiled a few steps, covering their noses. “I’ve seen so many pregnant women who couldn’t hold their bladder and just peed everywhere. That smell is truly disgusting.” “Serena must be trying to put on a show to make Mr. Brandon feel guilty! What a manipulative move.” “Serena’s body is already unpresentable enough, and now she’s peeing her pants in public? If this gets out, where will Mr. Brandon put his face?” Brandon’s expression turned icy after hearing everyone’s comments. He furiously shoved my hand away. “Serena, you’re faking your water breaking by deliberately peeing your pants just to make me feel guilty? Have you no shame left?” The pain in my abdomen intensified. I struggled to stand, each word making it harder to breathe. “Brandon, my water really broke! It’s your baby in my belly!” Brandon grabbed a glass from the table and angrily smashed it at my feet. Glass shards flew everywhere. “Stop using the child to threaten me! Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough? How unlucky would the baby be to have a mom who pees herself?” A glass shard cut my ankle, and my heart felt like it was tearing apart. Knowing Brandon was useless, I pulled out my phone to call emergency services. But just as I held it up, a hand forcefully snatched it away. Brandon grabbed my phone and furiously smashed it on the floor. “Are you addicted to this act? Want to waste emergency services’ time? Do you think I, Brandon, haven’t lost enough face because of you yet?” I stared at my shattered phone, my heart sinking into despair. The pain in my abdomen grew stronger, and my back was drenched in sweat. “Brandon, I’m begging you, please save our baby, okay? He’s only eight months old, he hasn’t even seen this world yet!” Tiffany chuckled, looking at me. “Serena, your acting skills are wasted outside of Hollywood. I was almost convinced myself.” I bit my lip, my eyes burning with fury as I looked at Tiffany. “Tiffany, I won’t let you get away with this.” With that, I shrugged off Brandon’s hand and turned to leave. But the next second, my path was blocked. Tiffany, her arm linked with Brandon’s, stood in the doorway, smirking at me. “Serena, if you walk out like this, won’t you completely embarrass Mr. Brandon?” Tiffany pointed to my soaked pants, her eyes full of disgust. I clenched my fists tightly. “What do you want?” Tiffany pointed to the lounge inside the private room. “There’s a shower in there. Serena, you should wash up before you leave! Otherwise, walking out smelling of pee like that will just humiliate Mr. Brandon.” I looked at the bathroom inside the private room, my expression instantly turning cold. “My water has broken. If I shower now, it will kill my child’s last chance of survival.” I tried to push past them, but Brandon forcefully yanked me back. “Stop acting! You don’t get a choice!” My back slammed against the doorknob, and a sharp, twisting pain shot through my abdomen. Then, I smelled blood. Everyone in the room instantly looked stunned. “Blood! She’s bleeding!”

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I was pregnant, but my husband had been diagnosed with azoospermia three years ago. Back then, we’d visited countless doctors and specialists, even flying to different states. Every single one said my husband couldn’t have children. Yet, when I found out the true identity of the baby inside me, I immediately filed for divorce. The moment Derek walked in, I blurted out the incredible news. His hand, reaching for his jacket, froze mid-air. His eyes, wide with disbelief, started, “What did you say? You’re pre-” But before he could finish, his gaze suddenly turned icy. My heart plummeted. I quickly explained, “I went to the women’s clinic twice, and both doctors confirmed I’m pregnant.” “Maybe the previous diagnosis was wrong? Maybe you aren’t infertile after all?” Just then, footsteps sounded from the kitchen. Mrs. Thorne, my mother-in-law, had overheard us. She hurried over, her eyes darting to the medical report in Derek’s hand. “Azoospermia and you’re pregnant? You’ve been sleeping around, haven’t you!” Her voice was shrill, practically a shriek. I recoiled, startled by her outburst, and then a surge of fury washed over me. “Mom, how can you say that? Derek and I have been married for three years. Do you really think I’m capable of betraying him and this family?” I expected Derek to stand up for me, to defend me. But he just stood there, his eyes fixed on my lower abdomen, completely motionless. After a few excruciating seconds, Derek finally spoke, his voice devoid of any warmth: “Be honest with me. Whose baby is it, really?” I looked at the suspicion and coldness in his eyes, feeling my hope drain away, drop by agonizing drop. Finally, I took a deep breath and replied, “Tomorrow, go get yourself checked at the hospital first. Then we can talk.” “Maybe your condition… is really gone.” The next morning, I was woken by voices from the balcony. Mrs. Thorne’s voice was loud and clear. “You wouldn’t believe it, my Derek was diagnosed with azoospermia three years ago! It’s all written in black and white on the medical report!” “And now what? Now she’s suddenly pregnant! What else could this be but a bastard child?” I shot up in bed, a furious heat rising in my chest. “Mom, don’t spread rumors! Nothing’s even clear yet, how can you say such things to our relatives?” But she shoved me away. I lost my footing, stumbling back two steps, my lower back hitting the balcony railing. A sharp pain made me wince. “Clear things up? What is there to clear up?” “Azoospermia means no children! The doctor said it, it’s common medical knowledge! If you have nothing to hide, then how do you explain the baby in your belly?” I wanted to argue, but the words caught in my throat. Not a single sound came out. Now, all I could do was wait for the hospital results. That morning, Derek and I went to the downtown hospital together. About two hours later, the doctor came out with a report and handed it to Derek. “Your condition is the same as three years ago. Pregnancy is impossible for you.” Boom! At those words, my vision went black. How could this be! “Doctor, could there be a mistake? If my husband still has azoospermia, then how could I be pregnant?!” I was desperate, gripping the doctor’s arm. The doctor awkwardly pulled away, giving a tight-lipped smile. “Simply put, Mr. Thorne cannot conceive.” His words felt like a death sentence. On the way home, the car was silent except for the hum of the engine. Until Derek suddenly spoke. “Get rid of the baby.” I froze, turning to him. “What did you say?”

“I said, abort the baby!” He repeated it, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the road, not looking at me. “We’ll deal with everything else when we get home.” Tears instantly streamed down my face. “Derek, you really don’t believe me?” “I’ve been married to you for three years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? How could I possibly cheat?” “I want to know why I’m pregnant too! I want to understand what’s going on!” He didn’t react to my words, only pressed harder on the gas. When we got home, he went straight to his study, slamming the door shut and locking me out. That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Around eleven o’clock, I heard Derek’s voice from the study, on the phone. “She’s definitely having something with that partner from her company. Remember? She used to say she was working on projects with him, always coming home late at night.” “I didn’t think much of it before, but now, it must have happened then.” “Anyway, I won’t let her off easy. She’ll pay the price!” I sat bolt upright in bed, my blood freezing in my veins. That partner from my company was a guy in his fifties, and he was already married! We only ever had professional dealings; we’d barely even had dinner together outside of work! “Derek, how can you slander me like that?” Derek hadn’t expected me to walk in. He flinched, then scowled, waving his hand impatiently. “What are you doing in here? I’m talking to a friend. What does it have to do with you?” “What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? You’re telling your friend I cheated, that I’m having an affair with a partner! How is that not about me?” “I didn’t cheat! I only have work dealings with him! Why won’t you believe me?” He looked at me, then suddenly roared, “Then how the hell are you pregnant?! Do you think you’re the Virgin Mary?! Carrying some divine child?!” I stared at his cruel face, the last shred of hope in my heart shattering. I suddenly understood. From the moment he saw the first pregnancy test result, he had already condemned me. No matter how I explained, no matter what proof I offered, he wouldn’t believe me. I decided to go back to my parents’ place for a while. I also wanted to calmly review everything and figure out why I was pregnant, and whose baby this really was. However, just as I was about to leave, the living room light flickered on. Mrs. Thorne had been sitting on the couch the whole time, clutching a broom handle, her face eerily grim. “Where do you think you’re going? Are you off to see that wild man?” I instinctively stepped back, tightening my grip on my suitcase handle. “Mom, I just want to stay at my parents’ place for a few days.” “I just want to figure out what’s going on.” “Your parents’ place? Do you even have the nerve to go back to your parents’ place?” She raised the broom handle, pointing it at my nose. “Today, you’re going to give me an explanation! Whose child is that in your belly? If you don’t tell me, you’re not leaving this house!” I tried to explain again, but she wouldn’t give me a chance. The broom handle came down hard on my back. The force made me gasp, and I instinctively flinched away. But she pressed forward, swinging the broom handle again and again, hitting my back and arms. I couldn’t take it anymore. I crouched on the floor, covering my head with my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Derek finally walked over. But he knelt in front of me, his voice carrying a clear threat: “Apologize to Mom. Just say you were confused for a moment, and made a mistake.”

I looked up at his face. I had seen that face for three years, but now it felt utterly foreign. “I didn’t cheat, and the baby in my belly isn’t a bastard. Why should I apologize to you?” Derek’s face instantly darkened further. “Fine. If that’s how you want it, then don’t blame me for being heartless!” With that, he practically threw me into the basement. I was forced to kneel in the basement all night. They gave me no food, no water. Mrs. Thorne screamed insults at me all night long. It wasn’t until the next morning that my mom called. The moment I picked up, she was crying on the other end. “Scarlett, Mrs. Thorne called me yesterday, saying you cheated and were pregnant with a bastard. Is this true?” My heart clenched, and tears started flowing uncontrollably again. “Mom, it’s not true! I didn’t cheat, and I don’t know how I got pregnant!” “Please believe me, I truly haven’t done anything to betray Derek!” I recounted everything that had happened over the past few days, in detail, to my mom. But after she heard it all, she was silent for a few seconds. “Scarlett, it’s not that Mom doesn’t believe you, but azoospermia and pregnancy… it just doesn’t make sense…” I froze. Even my own mother doubted me. It wasn’t until the next afternoon that the basement door finally opened. Derek stood in the doorway, holding a document, his face colder than before. Then, the document slapped onto the floor in front of me. “Sign it.” His voice was devoid of any warmth. I looked down at the document. The words “Divorce Agreement” on the cover glared at me. At the top, in red pen, were four big words: “LEAVE EMPTY-HANDED.” My heart plummeted. I quickly flipped through the contents. It was clearly stated: the house goes to Derek, the savings go to Derek, and even the company I built from scratch goes to Derek. I looked up at Derek, disbelief in my eyes. “Derek, I’ve been married to you for three years. I’ve covered most of the household expenses. How can you make me leave with nothing?” “And the company, I built that up from a small studio to its current size with countless sleepless nights, traveling to a dozen cities! You never helped me once! How can you expect me to just hand it over to you?” Derek hadn’t even spoken when Mrs. Thorne walked in from outside, hands on her hips, looking utterly self-righteous. “Why? Because you cheated! Because you’re pregnant with a bastard and you’ve shamed our Thorne family!” Derek chimed in, “I’ve already contacted the local media. If you don’t cooperate, tomorrow morning, the news of your ‘marital infidelity’ will be trending on local headlines.” “Then, not only will your company be ruined, but your parents will also be too ashamed to show their faces because of you. Think carefully.” Watching them work in tandem, I suddenly understood. They weren’t just forcing me to divorce; they wanted to swallow my company whole and leave me with absolutely nothing! I threw the agreement on the ground, gritting my teeth. “I won’t sign! This company is my life’s work; I won’t leave it to you!” “And I didn’t cheat, so I won’t sign such a humiliating agreement!” Derek’s face instantly turned ashen. He stopped wasting words on me. A few minutes later, he came back with my suitcase. “Not signing won’t do you any good.” “Now, get out of this house!” With that, he carelessly stuffed my clothes into the suitcase. I rushed to stop him, but Mrs. Thorne, standing behind me, suddenly pushed me.

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“I said, I disagree. On what basis do you force me to replace your daughter to marry Atlas Drkov?” Daisy smiled coldly and said. She had just come home from work, but as soon as she walked in the door, she saw two distinguished guests in the house, these two people were none other than the wife and daughter of the president of Narine Corporation, Hubert Narine. “Daisy Narine, you married the young master of Drkov’s house, that’s your luck. You should be happy, you should be thanking us, why did you refuse?” The speaker was a young woman dressed beautifully and splendidly, her body exuding a strong scent of expensive perfume, her eyes looking at Daisy were full of fierceness and contempt. This young woman is indeed Yaretzi Narine. She is Daisy Narine’s half-sister. So, the president of Narine Corporation is also Daisy’s biological father but she is not recognized. They just see her as an illegitimate child. Why? Because her mother is just a lowly servant in Narine’s house. That year, Mr. Hubert drank alcohol at a party. Then he went home and mistakenly entered Daisy’s mother’s room. Because there was alcohol in his system, he didn’t know who the other person was, so he raped her. Then his wife – Mrs. Raanana, is also the lady standing in front of Daisy. She immediately beat Daisy’s mother and kicked her out of the house. Two months later, she discovered she was pregnant. So, she came to find Mr. Hubert but he did not accept. Daisy’s mother endured the humiliation and suffering of giving birth to Daisy alone, that’s why Daisy loves her mother very much. Daisy laughed mockingly, she said: “If it’s such a blessing, then, why don’t you marry him? Is it because he is now just a disabled person in a wheelchair that you are concerned, right? I think if he was still the proud and outstanding CEO of Drkov Corporation, it wouldn’t be my turn to marry him.” “Hey, you dare argue with me. You are married to a disabled person, that is your luck. Only a cripple deserves a dirty girl like you. Even though he is disabled, he is also the young billionaire of Drkov’s house. We arrange for you to enter that house, and your life will be happy. This is beneficial for you. What else do you want?” Yaretzi said through gritted teeth. “Am I only worthy of the disabled? As for my marriage, you are not qualified to arrange it. Please leave the two of you at my house.” Daisy said coldly. “You..” Yaretzi still wanted to say something, but Mrs. Raanana stopped. She clapped her hands a few times. From inside, two tall, muscular men dressed in black led a middle-aged woman out to the living room. Looking at this woman, Daisy panicked: “Mom.” She hasn’t seen her mother in the house. She thought her mother had gone out, but it turned out her mother was being held by these two men. No wonder she felt strange. How did these two men get into her house? Turns out they captured her mother. “Daisy.” The woman’s voice couldn’t hide her worry. Daisy was angry, she looked at Mrs. Raanana, she said coldly: “What are you doing? Please release my mother.” “Okay. But on one condition, you agree to marry the young master of Drkov’s house.” Mrs. Raanana raised her bright red lips and spoke. “Don’t force me. I do not agree with this marriage. You quickly release my mother. If not, don’t blame me for acting against you.” Daisy did not give up, she said. She was determined not to listen to her stepmother’s arrangement. “Hmmm, a weak girl like you, what can you do to our bodyguard?” Yaretzi crossed his arms and said smugly. As soon as she finished speaking, Daisy rushed forward and defeated the two bodyguards. She acted extremely decisively and coherently, surprising Yaretzi and her mother. “You…” Yaretzi pointed at Daisy’s face, she didn’t know what to say, she didn’t think Daisy’s body was so slender but Daisy could take down two big men, even Mrs. Raanana was also stunned. Daisy didn’t care about the two men lying on the ground. She ran over and helped her mother up. She worriedly asked, “Mom, are you okay?” “I’m fine, Daisy, don’t worry about me.” Mrs. Cara softened her voice, she didn’t want her daughter to worry. Daisy checked on her mother and then looked at the two women standing in front of her. She said: “If you don’t leave, I will beat you.” “You wait.” Mrs. Raanana was angry but she couldn’t do anything to Daisy. She pulled Yaretzi’s hand and left. The two men screaming in pain on the ground were stared at by Daisy, and they quickly ran away. Mrs. Raanana and her daughter ran to the luxury car. Yaretzi was not satisfied, she said: “Mom, she does not agree to marry that disabled person, what should I do? I don’t want to marry him.” “We will think of a way later.” Mrs. Raanana said a little irritated. If Narine Corporation wasn’t about to go bankrupt, they had to rely on Drkov Corporation, so her daughter wouldn’t have married a disabled man. “Mom, think quickly, there are only two days left.” Yaretzi couldn’t help but urge her mother. Mrs. Raanana became quiet, she knew time was tight, her husband and Mr. Drkov discussed, that in two days, he would bring his daughter to Drkov’s house. Inside the rented house, which was only 30 square meters large, Daisy and her mother talked. “What happened before I left?”  Mrs. Cara began to tell her. “I was cooking when I heard a knock on the door so I went to open it. I don’t think the person coming is Mrs. Raanana and her daughter. She said she had something to tell me. What I didn’t expect was that she wanted you to replace her daughter in marrying that man. I did not agree, she told her bodyguards to arrest me, they gagged me and didn’t let me talk.”

After listening to her mother’s story, Daisy clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and said: “They are so shameless, Narine Corporation when it’s prosperous, they don’t care about us. Now that they’re going bankrupt, they’re coming to us again. What do they think we are?”  Daisy and her mother were both unrelated to Narine’s house from beginning to end, no one could force her to do something she didn’t want to do. Narine Corporation goes bankrupt, it has nothing to do with her, why did they force her to replace Yaretzi to marry a strange man? But things weren’t what Daisy wanted, the next day, she came home from work and saw the house door was desolate, her mother was missing, and there was a letter on the table. After reading the letter, she immediately ran to Narine’s house, different from last time, this time Narine’s house opened the door wide for her to enter. A butler was leading her inside the living room, on the lounge chair were all three members of Narine’s house, Daisy’s face turned cold, and she walked inside and said coldly: “Where is my mother?” “Please sit down first.” Mr. Hubert looked at her, he said in a low voice. Daisy didn’t sit, she asked: “Where do you keep my mother, please give her to me quickly, otherwise, don’t blame me for destroying your house.” “Sassy, I tell you to sit down first.” At her words, Mr. Hubert’s forehead was full of blue veins. Daisy glanced at him, she said in a deep voice: “I don’t have time to talk to you, please bring my mother here.” “Are you talking to your father like this?” Mr. Hubert is a hot-tempered person, seeing Daisy’s indifferent and disrespectful attitude, he is extremely angry. “How do I talk? Are you my father? From childhood to adulthood, you haven’t raised me in a day.” Daisy said sarcastically. “You..” Mr. Hubert stood up, pointed at Daisy, he said: “Even though I don’t raise you, I’m also your father, you should remember that you are a member of Narine’s house, the blood is flowing in you. Belongs to the lineage of the Narine family. I don’t tell you much either, now the company is in trouble, you are the daughter of Narine’s house, you have to take charge, you have to replace your sister and marry the son of Drkov’s house.” Daisy laughed. “Even if the blood in my body belongs to the Narine family, I will never admit I am your daughter, nor will you ever be my father, I only have my mother.” “You…” Mr. Hubert’s hands trembled. Mrs. Raanana couldn’t stand it anymore, she spoke up: “You don’t need to say much to her. Daisy, let’s get the point straight, your mother is in our hands, you want me to release her, and you have to agree to marry Atlas Drkov. Otherwise, in this life, you don’t hope to see your mother again.” “You dare arrest my mother, I will report to the police.” Having said that, Daisy was about to take out her phone and call the police, Mrs. Raanana smiled coldly and said: “Just do as you say. Until the police arrive at the house, they can’t find your mother here, they can’t tell us to arrest your mother. You are so naive.”  Hearing that, Daisy’s hand holding the phone stopped, she held the phone tightly, her eyes coldly looking at Mrs. Raanana. Mrs. Raanana is right, Daisy called the police, but it was useless. She didn’t know where they took her mother. If the police can’t find her mother, it’s in vain. Seeing her thinking, Mrs. Raanana proudly said: “How are you, do you still want to call the police?”  Daisy didn’t answer, she just gritted her teeth and looked at Mrs. Raanana angrily. Mrs. Raanana continued: “Do you agree or not? Your mother’s fate lies in your decision.”  Daisy closed her eyes, she had no other choice. Finally, she took a deep breath and said: “I agree.”  Mrs. Raanana said with satisfaction: “Very good, you have to see Mr tomorrow. Drakov. Tonight, you stay here. As for your mother, when you officially marry Atlas Drakov, I’ll release your mother.” “I want to see my mother,” Daisy suggested. Mrs. Raanana glanced at her husband, then she ordered the butler to bring Daisy’s mother here.  Mrs. Cara arrives with two men but a man in his hand holds a knife. He put a knife to her mother’s neck, seemingly afraid she would act like she did yesterday. “Mom.” “Daisy, you don’t need to worry about me, don’t sacrifice your happiness for me, it’s okay if I die.” Mrs. Cara saw her daughter, she said hastily, inside, she heard the whole story. Daisy frowned and said. “Mom, you don’t say that.” Her mother raised her alone until today, and she hasn’t been able to repay her mother’s kindness. Can Cara please stop talking about death? Daisy sacrifices her happiness, what does that mean? In this life, her mother sacrificed everything for her, her happiness had no meaning. “Daisy, you…” “That’s enough, please bring her inside.” Mrs. Raanana didn’t let Mrs. Cara finish her sentence, she interrupted her and ordered two bodyguards to take Mrs. Cara inside. “Mom.” Daisy saw her mother being dragged away, her heart was both worried and angry but she couldn’t do anything. — Six o’clock the next afternoon, the Royal Hotel. Daisy followed her father into a presidential room, in front of the hallway there were several men in black standing in front of the room door. Mr. Hubert looked at them and said: “I’m Hubert Narine. I have a meeting with Mr. Drkov, is he inside?” “Yes, please come in.” A person dressed in black looked at Mr. Hubert then he opened the door for the two of them to enter. Entering the room, Daisy sees a grizzly-haired old man sitting on a lounge chair in the middle of the living room, with a kettle, and cups on the table, holding a cup of tea in his hand and enjoying it. Daisy and Mr. Hubert walked up to him, but he hadn’t looked at the two of them. Mr. Hubert proactively spoke up first, “Chairman Drkov, I brought my daughter here.” 

The old man in front of them was Mr. Drkov, Daisy couldn’t help but observe him, the first time she met a big character, of course, she had to look closely. Usually, she only gets to see his face in books and newspapers. Now, she looked at him in real life, which was a bit hard to imagine. However, the most famous person in this city is not him but his nephew, Atlas Drkov, who will soon be her husband. Mr. Drkov just looked up at the two of them, he said: “Sit down.” The two of them sat down across from Mr. Drkov, and he looked at Daisy again and observed her. Being stared at like that, Daisy didn’t feel stressed, her face still looked calm as if nothing had happened. Mr. Drkov’s eyes flashed with interest, and after a while, he said: “Good.” “Thank you for praising my daughter but she still has many shortcomings. How dare we let you praise like that.” Mr. Hubert heard the compliment from Mr. Drkov, he immediately opened his mouth to speak. Mr. Drkov asked again: “I heard you have two daughters, one is the daughter of your official wife, and the other is an illegitimate daughter. So, who’s the girl in front of me?” Mr. Hubert was surprised, he didn’t think Mr. Drkov knew about this again, his heart was low. Speaking of this, he felt embarrassed and said: “She is Yaretzi Narine, she was born to my wife.” “So what?” Mr. Drkov raised his eyes and looked at Daisy, he asked: “Girl, can you tell me who you are?”  Mr. Hubert gestured to her but Daisy didn’t pay attention to him, she calmly said: “Daisy Narine.” “Yaretzi, what the hell are you talking about? Your mother, have you forgotten?” Mr. Hubert warned and looked at her. Daisy smiled coldly, she replaced Yaretzi to get married, but that doesn’t mean she also changed her last name, she doesn’t want to live under someone else’s name. Mr. Drkov has investigated this, does he not know who she is? Mr. Hubert wants Daisy to call herself Yaretzi, stupid. Mr. Drkov was interested and looked at the girl in front of him, it seemed like she was an honest person, he said: “I asked again, who is this girl, I need the correct answer.” “Yaretzi.” “Daisy.”  Two voices simultaneously, Mr. Hubert astonished and looked at Daisy. Did she forget her mother was being arrested by him?  “Mr. Hubert, I’m giving you one last chance, at who she is. If you’re lying, we don’t need to talk about it anymore. You think I’m old so you can fool me?” Mr. Drkov’s voice was a little angry, his eyes were slightly twisted, and his forehead was a straight line. Mr. Hubert was so scared that he sweated, but he’d wipe it. Anyway, he’s the president of a big corporation, but when he faces a president like him, he gets scared. After all, the opponent has more power than he. Moreover, he’s a beggar now, so it’s understandable that he has a fearful attitude. In front of Mr. Drkov’s dangerous gaze, Mr. Hubert said, “She’s Daisy.”  Mr. Drkov knocked his arm down on the table, causing Mr. Hubert to be shocked. “Chairman, although she is Daisy, she is still my daughter.” Mr. Hubert hurried. Daisy was at the side with a cold laugh, but she didn’t say anything. Her father wants her to replace Yaretzi with a stranger, and that’s a price. “In the beginning, you lied to me, but your daughter is honest, considering this point, I don’t think about it. You go out, I want to talk to her in private.” Mr. Drkov suddenly kicked Mr. Hubert out, confused him, and he didn’t understand. “Chairman, on the issue of investment…” Mr. Hubert was speaking, but he saw Mr. Drkov’s cold eyes, he was silent. There’s no other way, he can only go out, before he goes, he’s still staring at Daisy. Right now, there’s only one old man and one young girl left in the room. Mr. Drkov said, “I’ve investigated and found out your mother and you live outside, right?” “From time to time, we’ve always lived outside,” Daisy said. “Well, I’ll be straight. You’re an honest person, I like your personality. You must know what my nephew is like, don’t you? So, do you agree to marry him?” Mr. Drkov looked straight into her eyes and asked.  Though this marriage is a commercial marriage, he needs a man who loves his nephew sincerely. Daisy says, “I came here, which means I agreed to marry him.” “Are you afraid my nephew is paralyzed?” “I accept,” Daisy answered, does she have any right to worry? Her mother is in the hands of Narine’s house, she’s forced to marry Atlas. More precisely, she had to make a deal with Mr. Drkov for him to invest in the Narine Corporation. “Well, I don’t care why you agreed to marry my nephew, but once you’ve become the bride of Drkov’s house, you have to love my nephews, can you do that?” Mr. Drkov asked and looked at her. Daisy didn’t hesitate, she insisted, “Okay.” If she hesitates, it’s useless. She can only make a definitive decision. Anyway, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. She’ll do the duty of a wife well. Seeing Daisy answering so quickly, Mr. Drkov was very pleased, he said: “In three days, our family will deliver the wedding gift to your house. We’re going to have a wedding in seven days, do you have any ideas?” “No, sir, but I have a condition.” Sooner or later, she will have to get married. If she gets married as soon as possible, her mother will be released soon so she has no opinion. Mr. Drkov glanced at her and he said: “What is that?” “Please bring your wedding gift to my house, not Narine’s house,” Daisy stated her condition. Hearing that, Mr. Drkov said without hesitation: “Okay.” Daisy walked out of the presidential suite, holding a contract in her hand. Seeing Mr. Hubert, she said nothing and walked to the elevator door, he impatiently followed her. “And what did you and Mr. Drkov say to each other? How’s the contract?” He kept asking. Daisy didn’t say anything, she left.

At Drkov’s house. The woman took a sip of tea, she said sarcastically: “That old man has found a wife for Atlas, who is she?” “Daisy Narine, she is the illegitimate daughter of the president of Narine Corporation.” The butler replied. Hearing that, she snorted coldly and said: “Narine Corporation? Is the Corporation about to go bankrupt? Yes. Only bankrupt people would accept to marry their daughter to a disabled person, and she is an illegitimate daughter. Why did that old man agree?” “I don’t know about this either.” “Okay, you go.” The woman saw that the wedding gift was only one billion. She threw the paper to the butler and leaned her head back on the massage chair. The housekeeper took the paper back and left. The woman looked at the young man in front of her again. She said: “Is everything okay at the company, son?” “Mom, don’t worry. Soon, I will have Drkov Corporation. Please help me keep an eye on that cripple.” The man said confidently. She pouted: “He only knows how to destroy things all day, but other than that, he can’t do anything. Son, we have been patient for so long, it’s time to let our family members know our true power. Please hurry, I can’t wait.” “I know, you won’t wait much longer.” The man curled his lips slightly, an idea flashed in his mind. — Three days later, Daisy received all the wedding gifts that Mr. Drkov brought to her. Looking at the wedding gifts in front of her, she didn’t have the feeling of a bride about to go to her husband’s house. These gifts were more like goods for her to inspect. The butler stood aside and observed her. On the outside, he saw that she was just a small, weak, and money-greedy girl. Besides, he didn’t see anything special about her, and he didn’t understand why his boss chose this girl. About fifteen minutes later, Daisy finished checking, she looked at the housekeeper and said: “I have finished checking it, you can go back and report to Mr. Drkov.” “Yes, please excuse me.” The butler completed his duty, he drove and left. Daisy looked at the wedding gifts worth more than billions and a red book in her hand. She didn’t have many emotions in her heart. She only dealt with these wedding gifts. The wedding gift was worth up to ten billion, but she didn’t want to receive many artifacts, so she told Mr. Drkov to transfer nine billion to her account, so it would be easier for her to preserve it. As for this red book, it doesn’t seem to be on the list of wedding gifts that Mr. Drkov said. Because she was curious, she called Mr. Drkov, he said this was a meeting gift from his grandfather to his granddaughter-in-law. Daisy knows Mr. Drkov had a lot of money so she didn’t refuse, moreover, she knew Mr. Drkov didn’t give this red book to her for no reason, he was trying to test her. Mr. Drkov requested that after she marries his nephew, she is only allowed to stay at home to take care of her husband, she is not allowed to go out to work. This requirement for any modern woman is too restrictive of freedom, but Daisy is different, her job is as a comic book artist, and she can draw at home, except on Mondays. She had to go to the company to submit the manuscript to the editor-in-chief. In addition, she rarely goes out, so with this request from Mr. Drkov, she could completely agree. Daisy finished arranging the wedding gifts, sat at the table, and finished drawing the manuscript, she was calm as if the events that had happened in the past few days had nothing to do with her. After all, she is also autonomous in her life. Even though she is forced to get married, she must also be the one to take the initiative in getting married. After drawing two or three pieces of paper, she stopped writing and thought. As for this soon-to-be husband, she didn’t know too much about him. Atlas Drkov is famous for being the cold-blooded and decisive general of the Drkov Corporation. At eighteen years old, he became a general manager. He is a talented, brave, and intelligent person in society, he holds the economic lifeblood of the city when the directors in the city meet him, they also have to respect him three times. But one night, he suddenly had an accident in the company warehouse. He was unconscious for half a year and had both legs paralyzed. From then on, his position as general manager was transferred to his younger half-brother, and he locked himself in the house for over a year now. Daisy only knew that, besides that, she didn’t know anything else about him. Originally with Atlas’s status, she wouldn’t have had a chance to meet him, let alone marry him. It was only because he was a disabled person that she had this ‘luck’. Before, Atlas was a perfect man. He was sought after by many women, but in an instant, he became a man shunned by women. So many young girls, models, and actors once wanted to marry him, but now they avoid him like the plague. It should have been Mr. Hubert also did not want to sacrifice his daughter because the company ruined a hundred billion contract. He had to compensate his partners so the company was on the brink of bankruptcy. At this moment, Mr. Drkov announced that he wanted to find a wife for his nephew, Mr. Hubert took this opportunity to marry his daughter to a cripple to get investment capital from Drkov Corporation to save his company. However, Yaretzi did not agree to marry a man in a wheelchair, she was arrogant and wanted to stand above others. She married a disabled person, which was an insult to her. So Mrs. Raanana just found Daisy, Mr. Hubert’s daughter has been missing for 25 years. Life is unpredictable. In the past, no matter how many times she came to see them, they still kicked her out. Now they come to find her.

Since she knew the story of her mother and Mr. Hubert, Daisy deeply hated his family. She told herself that she would never step foot in their house in her whole life, but unexpectedly things were not as she expected. Daisy remembered the first time she stepped into Narine’s house three years ago. At that time, her mother was seriously ill and needed one hundred million dollars for treatment. Her mother was a garment worker and only had eight thousand a month. She was a comic book artist and had just started her career, so she only had six thousand a month. They worked for a year, and their accumulated money was only enough for fifty million. For the remaining half, she borrowed money from friends and acquaintances and got twenty million. With the remaining money, she had no other choice but to find Mr. Hubert to borrow money, but he refused to lend her the loan, he even kicked her out of the house. Then, fortunately, a friend of her mother lent her thirty million. She had enough money to treat her mother’s illness. Since then, she has hated Mr. Hubert. That year it was because he was sorry for her mother, but he said her mother seduced him. Even though she didn’t witness the incident, she believed what her mother told her. As for Narine’s house, Daisy never wants to have a relationship with them, not even a little bit. She doesn’t want to. But right now, at Narine’s house, Mrs. Cara successfully deceived two bodyguards and escaped, but before she could run for long, they chased her and caught her. As soon as Mrs. Cara was brought into the living room. She immediately received a slap from Mrs. Raanana. “Who permitted you to run away? Do you believe I will chain you up like a dog?” Mrs. Cara tried to endure the pain. She looked at Mr. Hubert couldn’t help but get angry, and said: “You don’t acknowledge Daisy as your daughter. So, based on that, you force her to get married to save your company.” Mr. Hubert couldn’t say anything. Mrs. Raanana was by his side, she replaced him and said: “You are the old servant of our family. To be more precise, that year, my family was also grateful to you. If, at that time, my father-in-law had not picked you up and brought you to this house to make you a servant, how could you have given birth to Daisy? Consider this an opportunity for you to repay our family.” “Plus, your daughter gets to marry a rich man. That’s your luck. You should thank us for that.” Mrs. Cara took a deep breath, she calmly said: “Madam, I never wanted my daughter to marry a rich man. As long as she marries the person she loves, that’s enough. I beg you to annul this marriage.” “That’s too late. Daisy agreed to this. You don’t need to beg us. Daisy is forced to marry Atlas.” Mrs. Raanana said harshly. She did not give Mrs. Cara time to object. Then, she said to the two bodyguards: “Please watch her, don’t let her run away again, otherwise I will deduct your salary.” Mrs. Cara watched the two of them leave. She cried, why did this happen? She had nothing to do with Narine’s house. Why did this happen to her daughter? Soon the wedding day arrived. Before the wedding day, Daisy was taken to the hotel where the wedding took place. Early in the morning, she was surrounded by three or four people doing her makeup and wearing her wedding dress. The people who did her makeup each looked at her with different eyes, pity, contempt, jealousy, and envy. They superficially gave her makeup. When she put on her wedding dress, they didn’t support them enthusiastically. Looking at their attitude, Daisy immediately kicked them all out. She did it all herself. The employees were kicked out. They couldn’t help but get angry and pouted: “Even though she’s poor, she still brags.” “She married a disabled person. Why does she dare to be arrogant towards us?” Another female employee spoke up. “If you speak softly, others hear it, you will be fired.” In the room, Daisy finished her makeup, then, she put on her wedding dress, her face was not happy, and looking in the mirror, she continued to adjust her hair. — At that time, there was a bit of chaos at Drkov’s house. Today was Atlas’s wedding day, but he didn’t want to go. He even got angry and threw things around. “Get out.” In the room decorated in red, on the first floor, an angry voice rang out. Several maids in the room looked at the man in the wheelchair. They were afraid to go near him. They just looked at each other, not knowing what to do. The butler took the groom’s suit and entered the room. He looked at Atlas and said: “Young master, it’s almost time, quickly change your clothes.” “Get out,” Atlas shouted as he threw another glass on the ground. “Butler, what should we do? The young master is so upset, we can’t help him.” A servant spoke up. The butler looked at the man in the wheelchair who had his back turned to him, then he looked at the frightened maids and said, “You go out first.” The maids hurriedly left, the butler put the suit aside, and he also walked out. Atlas sat there, his face could not hide the pain and anger, he did not want to get married. If it’s not the person he loves, he won’t marry any other woman. Furthermore, he also did not believe that the other woman volunteered to marry him. Everyone avoided him, women were afraid to get close to him. How would anyone agree to be his wife? Even the person he loved turned his back on him. Who wants to be with a cripple like him? Remembering what the woman had said to him that day, Atlas couldn’t control his anger. He threw another object on the ground. Women, in the end, only want material things and fame and fortune. The woman he loved for three years and said she would hold his hand for the rest of his life was no exception. Her love for him was just a lie. In essence, she wanted to hold his property in her hands. When he had nothing left, she immediately left him. Atlas looked down at his disabled legs again. For more than a year, he had lived with these disabled legs. It was because of them that he lost everything, but because of that, he recognized the evil intentions of some people.

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