Jack and I walked out of the police station, heading home. I suddenly spoke, proposing divorce. Jack was focused on driving. Hearing my words, his tone was displeased: “Alex, there’s a limit to being willful.” I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve thought it through,” I said seriously. Then I turned, my eyes fixed on Jack, firm: “Let’s set each other free.” 1 The Maserati pulled over to the side of the road. The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point. “Reason.” Jack’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his voice cold as ice. “Give me a reason. What are you up to now?” I looked at Jack and suddenly felt it was all quite meaningless. I rolled down the window, pointed at the car that had been secretly following us in the rearview mirror, and said. “I bet, in under ten seconds.” “Someone will be here to find you.” I confidently counted down. “Ten.” “Nine.” “Eight.” Before I could reach seven, a figure emerged from the Porsche behind us. His eyes red, the man rushed over. “Alex, I really didn’t mean it today. Because I had to accompany Ms. Rivers to the gala, I suggested getting the clothes. I truly didn’t know you were sleeping at home, and I certainly didn’t know you’d mistake me for a thief and call the police directly.” “This is ultimately my fault. Please don’t argue with Ms. Rivers over this. I’m begging you.” “If you’re truly upset,” the man grabbed my hand, bringing it towards his own face. “Hit me.” “Hit me to vent your anger.” My hand was yanked. It was about to strike. Jack snapped, “Alex Carter, where are your manners?” “Did a dog eat them?” I just found it so laughable. See? I didn’t have to do anything. I just sat here, passively accepting, and it still became my fault. I pulled my hand back and turned to face Jack. “Do you understand?” “Jack,” I felt I had found peace, as if the pain had numbed me to the point of being emotionless. I unbuckled my seatbelt and told him, “That’s the reason.” “Jack, let’s get a divorce.” I opened the car door, and under the shocked yet secretly pleased gaze of Jack’s assistant, I smiled at him. “Congratulations. After all these years of subtly inserting yourself into Jack’s and my life, you’re finally going to get your big break.” “I don’t want Jack anymore.” I turned to leave. Jack quickly got out of the car and grabbed my wrist. “Alex Carter, what the hell are you thinking? Do you realize that because you called the police today, I missed out on a multi-million-dollar deal? Just because you said you were scared, I rushed to the police station like a maniac, only to arrive and see you calling the police on my assistant!” “I’ve put up with you for a long time.” “You’re constantly picking on Kyle, and Kyle has always spoken highly of you, telling me not to get angry and for us to get along! Don’t be so ungrateful!” My wrist was squeezed painfully, exacerbating the old scars. I frowned, looking at my wrist, which was largely reddened. “Let go!” I forcefully pulled Jack’s hand away, rubbing my aching wrist, and raised my hand to slap Jack’s face. “Jack!” “I’ve put up with you for a long time too!” Jack and I had been together for ten years. Even when we argued, fought, or gave each other the silent treatment, I had never, until now, humiliated Jack in front of others. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked at Jack, cutting straight to the point. “I’m telling you, when I was in the hospital with a high fever, you were out with your assistant rescuing stray cats and dogs. When my car was rear-ended, you were with your assistant stargazing. Every time I had a problem, you chose your assistant! And today!” I looked at Jack. “You gave your assistant our front door code. When I had taken my medication and was about to go to sleep! When your assistant broke into our bedroom to get your things! After I called the police, you didn’t care about me; you only asked me to sign a statement of understanding!” “Jack!” “We were completely over then!” 2 In a fit of anger. I still couldn’t control my expression. My carefully maintained composure utterly collapsed. Seeing Jack’s face shift, then guiltily begin to explain almost instinctively. “I didn’t know you were back from your business trip! How could I turn down Mr. Zhang’s meeting? And sending Kyle to get the things was out of necessity. Why do you have to make such a scene?!” “Alex Carter!” Jack looked at me with immense disappointment: “Since when did you become so prone to jealousy, holding onto rumors and refusing to let go?” “Alex Carter, no woman would like you like this!” I honestly thought I wouldn’t feel sad anymore. At least, from signing the statement of understanding at the police station to getting into the car with Jack, I had maintained my dignity and proper manners. I had even reviewed all my memories with Jack in the car. In the end. I concluded. I wanted a dignified end. But tears still fell uncontrollably due to Jack’s complaints and accusations, like pearls from a broken string, impossible to stop. “Yes, no one would like me like this.” I choked out. “So, I don’t need your liking either.” I wiped away my tears and turned to leave, but Kyle grabbed my hand. He cried with me, even more fiercely than I did, apologizing repeatedly. “Alex.” “I really didn’t mean it. Please don’t fight with Ms. Rivers. I’ll resign tomorrow. I’ll disappear immediately! Ms. Rivers really loves you. Please don’t make her sad, okay?” I detested Kyle’s manipulative act the most. Watching Kyle sob inconsolably, my tears actually stopped. I forcefully pulled away from Kyle and cursed loudly. “Get lost!” Kyle fell to the ground, looking up at me in shock. “Alex Carter!” Jack tenderly helped Kyle up, and seeing Kyle’s palm scraped, he roared at me. “Are you insane?! Apologize to Kyle!” “Don’t dream about it.” “Me apologize?” I looked at Jack, then at Kyle whose eyes flashed with triumph, and threw down a sentence: “If you don’t agree to a divorce, we’ll proceed with legal action.” I didn’t look back, nor did I pay attention to Kyle’s continuous sobbing and Jack’s soothing words, calling me crazy. Instead, I hailed a taxi to my best friend’s place. My best friend said nothing. After leading me into the house, he pulled out dozens of bottles of beer he had saved in the fridge and placed them on the table, asking only one question. “Enough?” I looked at my best friend, and my eyes suddenly turned red. My best friend said nothing, only opened his arms to me, and asked again: “A hug?” I completely broke down, sobbing hysterically in his arms. I cried until my voice was hoarse, until my body trembled, until I was throwing up violently in the bathroom. In the end, I told my best friend. “I want a divorce!” “I want a divorce!” “I want Jack to suffer a terrible end!” What is the end of love? It’s when two people, once so intimately close they were willing to face the world together, become adversaries holding knives, determined to fight to the death. It’s when the hope of entering the tomb of marriage and making it bloom with love finally gives way to the realization that even roses eventually wither. 3 I stayed at my best friend’s place for half a month. During that half month. I saw Kyle’s social media updating daily, and every post carried Jack’s shadow. [The moon is in the sky, and I have a star.] The photo showed Kyle’s selfie, and in the corner, the back of Jack, who was on the phone by the floor-to-ceiling window. [Stars shine forever, and I will follow the light.] The photo showed a star ring on Kyle’s hand, reflecting light, and a pair of slender, beautiful hands. They were Jack’s. [The star opens my eyes!] The photo was taken in a first-class cabin. Kyle smiled brightly, next to a sleeping profile. One thing after another. My best friend jumped up and down, pointing at Kyle’s social media and cursing: “Holy hell, that cheap bastard! Is Jack so blind he can’t see that conniving snake? No one would believe it!” My best friend was furious. I, on the other hand, appeared calm. I seemed to be nearly through the withdrawal period, and for my best friend’s outburst, I calmly remarked. “Jack knows perfectly well.” “Perfectly well?” My best friend sat next to me. “Dammit, then why does he claim it’s innocent?” “In Jack’s eyes, as long as they haven’t rolled into bed together, it’s innocent. After all, he always believes he hasn’t cheated.” Jack always held onto that bottom line. So, every time I threw a tantrum, he always had that line: “Kyle and I are completely innocent. Your heart is what’s dirty! To your dirty heart, everything looks dirty.” And I would be silenced, unable to say a word. Now, looking back at these past events. I had found peace. I reminded my best friend: “The moving company will be here soon.” Jack and I were getting a divorce. I was moving out of the house, so naturally, I had to go to the house to retrieve my belongings. After all. My mother’s remaining possessions, her belongings, were still there. “Good, you’ve thought it through.” My best friend followed me home, waiting at my doorstep. I knew from Kyle’s social media that Jack was away on a business trip these days. I thought Jack and I wouldn’t meet, but to my surprise, as soon as I pushed open the door, I smelled food from the kitchen. As I got closer, I immediately saw Kyle sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed, eating shrimp. Seeing me come in. Kyle’s expression froze, like a child caught doing something wrong. He immediately stood up and called out to me. “Alex.” I looked at Kyle wearing my pajamas and slippers, then at Jack, whose smile froze as he brought out a dish, then stiffly asked me, “Have you eaten?” I ignored Jack’s attempt at pleasantries and walked into the room. I suddenly froze. All my neatly arranged action figures on the bedside table were scattered. Even the bed was a mess, the wardrobe had clearly been rummaged through, and even the innermost safe was open. My heart clenched, and I instinctively checked the contents of the safe. “Alex…” The safe was empty. Kyle, standing at the doorway, spoke in a faint voice I could barely hear: “I’m sorry, Ms. Rivers and I lost our luggage on the way back. Ms. Rivers told me to come here to grab some clothes to wear first.” “I accidentally… opened the safe…” My mind buzzed, and I turned around to see a piece of jade on Kyle’s hand. My breathing stopped. “I really didn’t mean it.” “Alex, please!” Kyle suddenly lunged at me, then dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbing my arm and crying. “Please forgive me!” 4 “I didn’t know it was your mother’s keepsake! I didn’t know, I truly didn’t!” Kyle grabbed my hand. “Hit me!” “Please!” “Hit me, make me feel better!” Kyle lunged to kowtow to me, his head about to hit the ground, when suddenly a hand appeared between us. Jack cradled his forehead, pulling the trembling Kyle up, and looked at me indifferently. “The dead cannot be revived. Objects are mere things. There’s no need to make it difficult for the living over inanimate objects. Kyle already knows he was wrong.” Jack’s tone was so calm, as if this whole incident was a trivial matter. And I, was the narrow-minded one. He protected Kyle in a defensive stance, telling me. “Don’t keep making things hard for Kyle. He’s already under enough emotional strain.” I didn’t say a word, didn’t even react. As long as Kyle played the victim, it was all my fault. From Kyle stealing my watch, to Kyle taking my painting, to Kyle smashing Jack’s and my wedding photo, to Kyle brazenly breaking into my home, my space, and now, smashing the last thing my mother left me. Jack was still telling me to forgive, telling me to be magnanimous. My mind was constantly buzzing, my throat tightening, the tremor in my fingertips betraying my lack of composure. I turned to look at Kyle, who was still crying in Jack’s arms. I walked directly up to Kyle, and right in front of Jack, I grabbed Kyle’s hair and slammed his head hard against the wall. Then, amidst Kyle’s screaming, I kicked him in the knee, and this time he truly knelt before me. “That’s not how you kowtow.” I stomped on Kyle’s knee with one foot, and with the other hand, grabbed Kyle’s head and slammed it onto the ground. A violent thud echoed. I heard Kyle shriek, saw crimson blood seeping from his forehead, and told him: “That’s how you kowtow and apologize!” My eyes were bloodshot, and I was about to yank Kyle’s head down again when Jack grabbed my wrist. He forcefully stopped my movement, looking at me darkly. “Let go!” “Dream on!” Jack then raised his other hand to press down on mine, then forcefully pried my fingers open. My nails were almost broken, and I frowned in pain, yet he seemed completely oblivious, still prying my fingers open little by little, warning me. “Don’t go too far, Alex Carter!” Too far? I looked at Jack, my anger turning to a sarcastic laugh: “Jack, the difference between humans and animals is that humans can think and discern right from wrong. Humans have moral restraints, not just instincts that lead to unconditional protection!” “Since you’ve decided to protect Kyle!” “Fine!” Ignoring my broken nails, seeing the blood oozing from my fingertips, and while Jack was stunned, enduring the agonizing pain, I fiercely slashed Kyle’s face. Along with my nails completely breaking. Kyle’s face, which had appeared in dozens of my social media posts every day, was also ruined. Kyle completely broke down. I burst out laughing. “This is what?!” “This is karma!” “I’m telling you, Jack,” I looked at Jack’s disbelieving expression, then at Kyle, who was covering his face and squawking, and reminded him: “I’m never a saint! You should have known that!” “Jack!” “You’ve truly pissed me off now!” “I’m telling you!” “If I don’t ruin you, I’m not an Alex Carter!”

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I handed Roy Novak my divorce papers. In that moment, the long-accumulated disappointment finally crushed the last shred of my affection. This marriage was destined for my humiliation from the start. On our wedding day, his childhood sweetheart became a widow, and he unhesitatingly abandoned me to rush and bring her home. Everyone in the compound laughed at my expense. I completed the wedding alone, a ceremony that should have been shared by two. And scenes like this replayed almost a hundred times throughout our marriage; each time, he would cast me aside for that woman. 1 I clutched Roy Novak’s hand, my face full of pleading. “Please don’t go, okay?” “Meredith, Lydia Vance lost her husband. I have to go see her. Don’t be so unreasonable!” “I’ll come back to you. Everyone will understand!” Ridiculous. Understand? He pried my hand away, leaving me alone at the wedding venue. My hopes were crushed. I no longer wanted a man like this. Facing the sympathetic gazes of the crowd, I forced back my tears, one by one, while loudly announcing: “I apologize, but today, the wedding is canceled!” A ripple of shock went through the crowd. My neighbor, Mrs. Smith, grabbed my hand. “Meredith, my dear, you can’t be so childish. What Roy did was wrong, but you two, this…” “Mrs. Smith, the other day I saw Officer Davies laughing and chatting with a woman. Officer Davies even said he would give her your job.” Hearing this, Mrs. Smith immediately exploded! “Who?! I’ll kill her!” I gave a bitter laugh. “Yes, you’re ready to kill someone I merely spoke about, but I actually experienced this.” Mrs. Smith fell silent, only muttering, “But, but you can’t just give up like that!” However, she didn’t press further. I treated everyone to a meal. The wedding might be off, but we still needed to eat. Meeting their sympathetic yet amused gazes, I remained calm and composed. After seeing off the last group of guests, I finally broke down in tears. Roy and I met through an arranged introduction. It was love at first sight for me. Not long after we started dating, I learned about Lydia Vance’s existence. Roy told me, “Lydia is already married. She’s a childhood friend of mine.” “Lydia will definitely like you when she meets you.” “Lydia loves pickled plums the most, Meredith. Make plenty.” “Lydia…” There was too much of Lydia Vance in our relationship. When I flared up at Roy, he would frown. “Meredith, Lydia and I are completely innocent. How can your mind be so dirty?!” My heart sank, but I loved him too much. After apologizing, I fell back into it again. During our most intense argument, I suggested breaking off the engagement, but Roy refused. I proposed, “From now on, every time you see her, I’ll put a bean in this jar. When it’s full to a hundred beans, we’ll break up, and you’ll never get another chance.” Roy readily agreed. In his mind, a hundred beans? Impossible! But now, as I placed the last bean, the jar was full. Roy, you’re out of chances. Roy didn’t return. I knew he wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so I went directly to his superior. The old Captain, David Miller, already knew what had happened when he saw me. Before he could speak, I knelt down! “Uncle Miller, please, for my father’s sake, let me get a divorce!” My father was his old comrade, but after he died in action years ago, we lost touch. It wasn’t until my mother’s passing that I met him again, and through his introduction, I met Roy. He was our matchmaker, but now, with things so messy, Uncle Miller sighed. “Meredith, have you thought this through? What Roy did was wrong, but it was sudden…” “Lydia Vance’s family is all there. Regardless, it’s not Roy’s place to go, especially not on his wedding day.” “I don’t want to be wronged. If my father were alive, he wouldn’t stand by and watch me be humiliated!” Hearing this, Uncle Miller still agreed, accepting my divorce application. “Meredith, Uncle Miller was inconsiderate in this matter. Don’t worry, once you’re divorced, I’ll introduce you to someone better!” 2 I couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh. “Uncle Miller, never mind. I plan to go back to my hometown and start a small business.” Uncle Miller thought for a moment, then sighed. “That’s fine too. If you have any problems, don’t hesitate to tell me!” After leaving Uncle Miller, I went back home, gathered all my money and tickets, and started packing. At the time, I had bought many things for the wedding. I packed cotton quilts, new bedding, and clothes. The cotton quilts were sent back to my hometown, and the bedding, I sold directly on the street. As for the new clothes, I thought for a moment and decided to give them to my neighbor, Martha, who had always looked out for me. Martha looked at my clothes, her eyes widening. “Meredith, are you giving up on everything?! Such good fabric, you don’t want it anymore?” “Yes, Martha, I’m planning to go back to my hometown!” “Then, what does Roy say?” My eyes moistened. “I… I don’t want him anymore. If a man’s heart isn’t with me, no matter how good a wife I am, it’s useless.” “That woman can make him not come home with just a word. Why should I stay?” I wiped away a tear, and Martha immediately became indignant. “I’ve heard it all! That Lydia Vance is no easy woman!” “Her husband died, but are her parents and in-laws all dead too? Why does she have to cling to your Roy?!” “I’m going to go talk some sense into him!” Martha started to get up, and I quickly stopped her. “It’s alright, Martha. I’m going back to my hometown. Please take these if you don’t mind them.” “I’ll head back now.” Martha saw me out, asking for my departure date. I thought for a moment and said, “I’m leaving tomorrow.” I had bought a train ticket; I would leave tomorrow. I told Martha to keep it a secret for me, and Martha reluctantly agreed. After returning home, as soon as I sat down, Roy came back, uncharacteristically bringing a chicken. “Meredith, stew a chicken soup, and also, cook more rice. Lydia hasn’t eaten all day!” My newly rekindled hope was finally dashed. In the past, I would have made a scene, but now, I wouldn’t. “You go prepare the chicken. Two people working together will be faster.” Roy froze for a moment. Not until he saw me boiling water did he realize, and he quickly came to help. Perhaps seeing the extreme calmness on my face, he quickly said, “After this busy period, I’ll take you out for a trip.” “As for Lydia, you know, she can’t manage on her own.” “I know.” My expression was calm. After boiling the water, I quietly started cooking and stewing soup. Roy busied himself, running back and forth. When the food was on the table, he immediately portioned out the chicken soup and said to me: “Meredith, I’m taking this to her. I’ll buy another one later to replenish your body.” “It’s okay, go ahead!” He froze, not expecting me to say that. He paused, then left. After eating, I dragged the suitcase from under the bed. After packing, I wrote a letter to Roy. Additionally, I took out an envelope from the drawer. After Roy and I got together, he turned over his salary, but every now and then he would ask me for money, saying Lydia Vance was struggling and he needed to help her out. Out of thirty-five dollars a month, twenty would go to Lydia. Including the money from selling my things, I had about one hundred and ten dollars left. Roy, I’d like to see if you and Lydia Vance can make it work without me. I put the money away and went back to the guest room to sleep. That night, Roy didn’t return, and I didn’t mind. However, not long after, Roy returned, with Lydia Vance by his side. “Meredith, Lydia’s family kicked her out. She has nowhere to go temporarily, so I brought her back. Let her sleep in the guest room!” “Improper.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Lydia’s eyes reddened. “Forget it, Roy. You two are newly married. It’s not appropriate for a woman whose husband just died to move in.” “What’s improper? This is my home, and I say so!” I nodded. “You’re right, the guest room isn’t suitable. Let her sleep in the master bedroom. I’ll take the guest room.” 3 Roy froze, and even Lydia was somewhat taken aback, though a flicker of triumph immediately crossed her eyes. “Meredith, do you really mean that?” “Of course. Hurry up and get settled. It’s getting late.” “Oh, and since you just came back from a funeral, let’s not share a room tonight to avoid bad luck. You’ll have to sleep on the floor!” With that, I turned and entered the guest room, locking the door behind me, leaving them to arrange things as they pleased. In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard sounds from outside. “Roy?” “Come here, the floor is too cold!” I couldn’t help but sneer. Was Lydia already so impatient? A pang of sorrow went through me. Even though I had made up my mind to leave him, hearing this, I couldn’t stop my heart from aching. However, the heartache soon faded. By the time I woke up, it was already morning. I still had things to do today. After I got up, Roy was gone, and Lydia was sitting in the living room, eating. Seeing me, she smiled and said, “Meredith, Roy specially made this chicken porridge. He knows my stomach isn’t good, so he got up at four in the morning.” “Is that so? Then you should eat more.” I was unfazed. Lydia, unwilling to give up, stopped pretending. “Meredith, even if you’re married to him, he only has me in his heart!” “Do you believe me? If I call out, he’ll be the first to rush in to see me!” I couldn’t help but scoff. “He’s just a man. If you want him, he’s yours!” “Just make sure to keep a close eye on him this time, so he doesn’t disappear again.” “You!” Lydia suddenly rushed towards me, grabbing my hand. “Meredith, Roy and I are innocent. No matter how much you hate me, you can’t curse him like that. He’s your husband!” I forcefully shook her off. “Stop acting!” My strength wasn’t great, but Lydia still shrieked and fell to the ground. The next second, Roy rushed in, shoving me hard. Caught off guard, I crashed into the corner of the cupboard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. “Meredith, what have you done?! Hurry and apologize to Lydia!” “It’s okay, it’s my cursed fate!” Roy cradled her in his arms, looking at me coldly: “Meredith, apologize, or else, I won’t forgive you!” “Don’t forgive me then, I don’t care. Apologize? Impossible!” I straightened up, blood trickling down my forehead. Roy was startled! “Meredith, I… I didn’t mean it, I…” As he was about to come over, Lydia suddenly clutched her stomach. “Roy, my stomach hurts so much!” Roy immediately returned to her side, quickly carrying her to the hospital. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to admonish me, “Meredith, wait for me to get back!” I didn’t say a word. I went directly to Martha, who was startled and quickly took me to the clinic for bandages. Learning the full story, she cursed all the way! “Meredith, that day you said you were going back to your hometown, I was a bit sad, but seeing this today, that Roy is a piece of trash!” “It’s good that you’re leaving. If you have any difficulties after you go back, send me a telegram!” I nodded, not lingering, and took my luggage to see Uncle Miller. He approved the divorce application and handed me the divorce certificate. “Meredith, I’ll talk to Roy. That boy is getting more and more out of hand, actually laying hands on you! I think he’s utterly deluded!” I sniffed. “Uncle Miller, please take care. I’ll write to you when I get back!” Uncle Miller personally walked me to the door, sighing: “That boy, he doesn’t know how to appreciate what he has!” I left the divorce certificate and the jar of beans in the drawer, and left without looking back. The moment I stepped onto the train, watching the scenery continuously recede outside the window, my mood immediately lightened considerably. Roy, goodbye. At the hospital, Roy felt uneasy, his mind filled with Meredith’s blood-stained face. “Lydia, I’m glad you’re alright. I’m going back to check on things!” Lydia knew she couldn’t rush things now, and generously indicated she could manage alone. Roy hurried back, receiving many strange looks along the way. He was filled with surprise when he returned home, only to find no trace of Meredith! His heart tightened, and he quickly pulled open the wardrobe. The clothes were gone! The bedding was gone too! And the items they had bought when they got married were also missing! He searched high and low, but Meredith was nowhere to be found. When he saw the divorce certificate left in the guest room drawer, he staggered two steps, then collapsed to the floor!

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Fresh from the ER, I found the hospital room barricaded. Julian’s assistant, Angela, held my newborn, her eyes full of malice. Before I could react, she hurled the baby to the floor. The crying stopped. I fought to get up, but Julian just stood there, cold and detached. Angela snatched the baby up again, glared at me—her eyes so much like mine—and hissed, “This is what you owe me. Today, you’ll pay with his life.” The baby fell still, growing cold. My world broke. I scrambled to hold him, screaming for someone to call the police. Julian slapped my phone away. His voice was ice: “Don’t. We do owe her.” He leaned close, kissed my tears, and said calmly, “It’s my fault. When you were studying in Europe, I was lonely. I found Angela to stand in for you… To keep me, she got pregnant. Then you came back, and I made her end it.” “So this child is what you owe her.” “And what I owe her.” … Angela stood a short distance away, meticulously wiping her hands with a wet wipe. She rubbed them over and over, then tossed the wipe into the bin. “Jan Fischer, being your stand-in has been the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done. And you and Julian Daniels, you both owe me for life.” Julian remained silent, his grip tightening on my hand, stopping me from dialing. He pressed me down, forcing me to watch as Angela strolled out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, Julian grabbed my hand. “Just let it go, okay?” “Isn’t having me enough for you? It’s just one baby. We’ll have plenty more children later.” “You can just say you were weak from childbirth and accidentally dropped him…” I stared into his eyes. He showed no flicker of emotion, as if the child in my arms was just a discarded doll. The baby looked so much like him. He didn’t even glance at him, just grabbed a blanket, attempting to take the baby from my arms. “Angela’s had it rough. She lost her ability to have kids after that termination. Seeing you deliver easily, she must have been consumed by jealousy…” “Jan, if you want more children, we can try now… right now.” He kissed me frantically, his hand gripping my waist. I bit down hard on his hand. Just then, perhaps from our movements, the baby let out a faint, tiny cough. “He’s not dead! My baby’s not dead!” I fought with all my might, clutching the baby, and dashed for the door. Just as my fingers grazed the doorknob, Julian struck me, knocking me unconscious. As I fell, the baby slipped from my grasp. I watched, horrified, as my child hit the floor, blood seeping from his mouth. I tried to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cries until I finally blacked out. When I woke, the Daniels family relatives crowded the room. Even a police officer sat nearby, taking notes. The moment I stirred, Julian’s mother marched over and slapped me across the face. The blow left my ears ringing for a long time, the voices around me a muddled blur until the officer approached. “Ms. Fischer, we’ve received a report from the hospital. You’re suspected of accidentally causing the death of your child. We need to ask you some questions.” “Specifically, between eight and ten last night, did you pick up your child and subsequently cause him to fall?” Those two sentences cut through the ringing in my ears. But they triggered an uncontrollable pain in my chest. What did they mean, I was suspected of accidentally killing my child? It was Angela… I tried to speak, but when I opened my mouth, my voice was unnaturally hoarse. In that instant, I sensed something was terribly wrong. I turned, meeting Julian’s gaze. He stroked my hair, his voice impossibly gentle. “My wife already suffered from severe depression, and with the postpartum hemorrhage, she hasn’t recovered well, leading to this accident. I’ll send her to a sanatorium for proper care…” “I have her psychiatric evaluation results, Officer. You can see them.” I struggled, desperate to deny it, to speak. But the harder I tried, the more my voice failed, my throat feeling as if it had been brutally sliced open by razor blades. And the entire Daniels family looked at me with an unshakeable hatred. Julian’s parents pointed at me, accusingly. “How could a mother be so cruel! To throw her own child to his death!” “He was barely born, and you killed him yourself. You’re heartless, a monster, you don’t deserve to live in this world.” Their accusations grew sharper, each one stabbing deeper than the last. Angela stood nearby, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips. Julian spoke briefly with the officer, who then left. Julian approached, wiping my hands, while trying to silence his family’s tirade. “Stop saying those things. She’s suffering enough. She’ll get better at the sanatorium, and we’ll have more children later.” He finished, and as our eyes met, he whispered, “Jan, your voice will come back. I didn’t give you too strong a dose. Once you come to your senses, it’ll be fine.” So, he was the one who silenced my voice. Just to prevent me from revealing the truth. Julian gently wiped the tears from my face with a damp cloth, comforting me. “Don’t worry. I’ve arranged for a reputable funeral home to handle the baby’s arrangements.” “We’ve chosen the best possible resting place for him.” “Angela felt terrible afterward, too. She specially hired a priest to pray for our baby, spent a lot of money, and even personally took him for cremation.” Cremation? My baby was cremated after I passed out? I stared, wide-eyed, at Julian. I hadn’t even seen my child one last time. Why was he cremated? Why didn’t they let me see him? I stammered, tears and snot streaming down my face, but everyone present thought I was insane, scoffing at my distraught state. “What’s she blabbering about? Doesn’t someone have a sedative to give her a few shots?” “She killed her own child and she’s still screaming like that. Insane, absolutely insane. It’s a disgrace to the Daniels family to have a daughter-in-law like this.” Angela stood near me, her voice sickeningly sweet, her usual gentle tone cutting me to the bone. “Oh, Jan, don’t you worry! I personally oversaw the cremation. He’s in a little urn now, a tiny little bit of ash. There’s no more pain, and the baby won’t blame you.” That phrase, “a tiny little bit,” magnified my agony a thousandfold. I lunged at her, a primal scream trapped in my throat. But the postpartum hemorrhage, the exhaustion, the lingering weakness from the night before… I crumpled to the floor, scrambling desperately towards her, only to be branded as having a psychotic breakdown. A group of orderlies were called. They tied me down with cloth strips, even gagging me. “I’m not crazy, I’m not…” All my incoherent pleas were muffled. They dragged me, forcefully, back to the bed. Julian pushed them away and embraced me. “Please, stop this, Jan. You’re breaking my heart. It’s just a child. Didn’t we marry for love? Not for breeding. Can’t you be rational?” “Julian, don’t spoil her so much. Your wife is a lunatic, she killed her own child with her own hands!” “If she can kill her own baby, who knows, maybe she’ll kill you one day. You’d be better off getting a divorce.” “I think Angela’s wonderful. Why don’t you divorce her and be with Angela? After all, when Jan was in Europe, Angela was always by your side.” His parents finished speaking. Angela looked on, expectant. Julian merely shook his head. “I only love Jan. I’ll only ever love her.” He carried me out of the hospital, personally taking me to a sanatorium. From the day I entered the sanatorium, the media swarmed. They’d caught wind of the story – my alleged infanticide – and hounded me for interviews. They’d even burst into my room late at night, relentlessly asking why I’d thrown my child to his death. “Are you genuinely mentally ill, or was it intentional?” “How can you kill your own baby and sleep soundly? Do you even have a conscience?” “You’re a mother! How could you throw your own child to his death?!” More and more media outlets clamored to report the story. Before long, the sanatorium asked Julian to take me back. But Julian never came. In the end, the sanatorium staff drove me to the outskirts of the Daniels estate. They unceremoniously shoved me out of the car. “Good riddance! A nuisance like you is disrupting our entire sanatorium.” “Get lost!” I rolled a full circle on the ground, my hands scraped and bleeding. I struggled to my feet, tried to call out, but my voice still hadn’t returned. I walked to the facial recognition scanner and the gate swung open. I staggered inside. The moment I pushed open the front door, I heard Julian’s voice. “You took Jan’s child, so you deserve to be punished.” “Don’t think that me keeping you out of jail means I’m letting you off. You know how much I love Jan, how much I looked forward to that child. You have to compensate! You have to pay!” Julian was avenging our child? A sliver of hope sparked in my heart, and I followed the sound. But when I pushed open the bedroom door, I froze. Julian had Angela dressed in my clothes, even wearing my favorite makeup and my framed glasses, lying on our wedding bed. Various props were strewn about. Angela and he were entangled. Her body was covered in whip marks, yet they seemed inextricably bound, like lovers in a passionate embrace. The floor was a mess. Angela even had a tattoo identical to mine. I couldn’t fathom that this was his idea of punishment. And Julian was still utterly engrossed. “If you hate being a stand-in so much, then why are you so willing to wear her clothes to please me?” “Angela Vance, when Jan gets out of the sanatorium, you’re in for it!” Angela seemed utterly absorbed in their perverse dynamic. She adjusted her glasses, a smirk on her face. “Didn’t you provoke me, saying that throwing her baby to his death would prove the depth of my love for you? I did it. I picked him up and threw him again and again. I was so afraid he wouldn’t die, and then I couldn’t prove how much I loved you.” “I don’t want to be a stand-in anymore. You just like her type. Jan Fischer can be your first love, but I, Angela Vance, can be too!” Just then, I knocked on the door. Both of them snapped their heads towards me… Julian scrambled to pull on his clothes, snatching the discarded clothes from the floor and throwing them at Angela. Angela, seeing me, was clearly less flustered than Julian. She even pushed up my glasses, a defiant glint in her eyes. As she bent to pick up the clothes, she deliberately bumped into me, hard. “What? You heard everything?” she sneered. “Heard it all and still so calm? Aren’t you depressed? Shouldn’t you be off killing yourself right now?” “Your own husband used your baby as a bet in our game of love, you know.” Julian, hearing her words, roared, “Shut up!” She just smiled at Julian. “Okay, Mr. Daniels, I won’t interrupt your conjugal bliss.” Julian rushed over. “What’s wrong?” “Why are you back so suddenly? Weren’t you comfortable at the sanatorium?” “You didn’t even tell me you were coming back. I would have picked you up.” He finished, then saw the injuries on my body and instantly became furious. “Who did this? Didn’t I tell them not to be rough with you, not to hurt you? I said I’d pick you up when you came to your senses. How dare they?” He helped me sit on the scarred bed. He took out a first-aid kit and began to gently clean my wounds. His movements were exceptionally careful. He looked as if he loved me just as much as before. He bowed his head, meticulously treating each wound, then bandaged me up. He looked at me. “Don’t misunderstand. Angela and I were just… letting off steam. Physical release and love are always different.” I stared at him. “Did you tell her to throw my baby to his death?” Julian stood up and put an arm around my shoulder. “Angela was just speaking in anger. I love you, so naturally I loved our child. How could I ever use our child as such a massive gamble? I was devastated when he was gone.” Looking at the used condoms scattered on the floor, I truly couldn’t see where his devastation lay. The baby’s funeral arrangements weren’t even finalized, and he was already rushing to share a bed with the very person who murdered my child. “I just want to know if you made a bet with her!” Julian avoided the question, deliberately trying to gloss over it. I stared into his eyes. “I’m only asking you one last time.” Julian, cornered by my persistence, turned to face me. “I just said it in passing. I wasn’t serious. Angela is just… so obsessive, she actually did it. Honey, please believe me.” He knelt on the floor, earnestly swearing to God. I ignored him, asking instead, “When did you say it in passing?” “Where did you say it in passing?” Julian gripped his hands, looking at me. “Why are you being so pedantic? The baby is dead. It was just a child, and you didn’t even spend much time with him. Are you really going to quarrel with me over a mere ‘lump of flesh’ you barely knew?” “Jan, think of everything we’ve been through to be together. Are we really going to break up over a child?” He said, then forcefully pushed me down. While I was distracted, he used the same handcuffs Angela had used to bind my wrists. “Your condition still hasn’t improved. I’ll find a private doctor to give you one-on-one treatment.” “When you’re better, we’ll have another child. And I won’t let Angela touch the baby then.” “Okay?” He casually tied me to the chair, then changed clothes and walked out the door. My phone, still recording, continued its silent work. I struggled to turn it off with my bound hands. Then, using the reflection in the mirror, I managed to send the video to a reporter. I had Angela to thank for this, in a twisted way. If she hadn’t deliberately leaked the story of my supposed infanticide to the media, I wouldn’t have had contact with so many journalists. And I wouldn’t have met a social media journalist who was willing to believe me. After I sent the video, the reporter quickly responded, but I was tied up and couldn’t reply. It wasn’t until evening that Julian returned.

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When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back the night before the surgery that had shattered my fate. The nightmare of my past life was as vivid as yesterday: I’d declined the general practitioner skills competition to take on that surgery. However, another surgeon’s egregious malpractice led to a severe medical error. My older sister, the head of the department, had pinned all the blame on me. Even my girlfriend had sided with her, accusing me of incompetence. Overnight, I went from a respected medical doctor to a pariah. Unable to prove my innocence, I was fired from the hospital and faced jail time. My parents, who had always been so proud of me, pointed and cursed: “We have no son who treats human lives with such contempt.” The immense blow plunged me into severe depression, ultimately leading me to jump from a rooftop. In this life, on the eve of the surgery, I preemptively resigned from the lead surgeon position. My colleagues in the department openly mocked me, saying I wasn’t fit for the job. “Is this really a doctor with a degree from a European university? More like some diploma mill.” “He just runs away from every challenge. He doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!” Their taunts fell on deaf ears. This time, I would not repeat history. 1 “This surgery is extremely complex. The hospital has decided to assign you as the lead surgeon. Do you feel confident?” In the department office, my sister smiled, placing a patient file in front of me. I looked at the file, and my body involuntarily trembled. Regaining my composure, I decisively shook my head. “I’ve just returned from abroad and need more time to learn. I’m not suitable for such a major surgery at the moment.” In my past life, this very surgery had plunged me into an abyss of no return. And my sister, who had always showered me with affection, was the one who orchestrated it all. Back then, I had unhesitatingly accepted the surgery, co-leading it with another doctor in the department, Dr. Ryan Vance. However, Ryan was not in good form and made frequent mistakes during the procedure. Despite my constant reminders, it led to irreversible consequences. I, who had no direct involvement in the incident, was caught in an unexpected disaster. My sister, as the department head, pushed all the blame onto me. Overnight, I became a pariah, not only scorned by everyone but also losing my job. Unable to cope with the blow, I ended my life in a haze of despair. My sister frowned, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “This is a great opportunity. I worked so hard to get it for you. Why are you refusing?” I pushed the patient file back across the table to her, smiling. “My capabilities are limited; I’m not up to such a vital task.” Hearing my words, my girlfriend, Lisa Chen, immediately scolded me. “Sam, can’t you be more of a man, more courageous? You’re so timid with everything. How do you expect to advance in your career?” Seeing her exasperated look, all I wanted to do was laugh. Both of them seemed more concerned about me than anyone. In truth, in their hearts, I would never measure up to even a single hair on Ryan. I stood up and looked at her. “Ryan is a graduate of a prestigious university, superior to me in every aspect. He can handle this surgery on his own.” The tragic experiences of my past life were still vivid. Reborn, I would certainly not repeat those mistakes. My sister and Lisa both paused, stunned by my words. Then, Lisa took my hand, trying to encourage me. “That’s why you should strive to emulate Ryan, Sam, and become an excellent doctor like him as soon as possible.” When she spoke Ryan’s name, she seemed to transform, her voice filled with an inexplicable excitement. 2 I suppressed the pain in my heart and refused again. “I also have a general practitioner skills competition to prepare for recently. I can’t participate in this surgery!” The reason they were so keen on having me and Ryan perform this surgery together was that they both knew Ryan, at his skill level, couldn’t complete it without me. And if this extremely complex surgery succeeded, it would be a significant feather in Ryan’s cap. Seeing their skeptical gazes, I pulled a document from my folder and placed it before them. “What? You don’t even believe what I’m saying?” Lisa’s face instantly flushed with anger when she saw the document in my hand. “Why didn’t you tell Ryan about such an important competition?” “Are you perhaps afraid Ryan would steal your thunder?” My sister’s expression also darkened. “We’re colleagues from the same hospital. Why are you so unwilling to share? I’ve never seen anyone as selfish as you.” I looked at them, incredulous. “Ryan and I aren’t close. Why should I tell him?” Although we were in the same department. Ryan was aloof, always giving me, a newcomer to the hospital, the cold shoulder. In the past six months, I’d had no more than three private conversations with him. How could that be my fault? Lisa became even more furious after hearing my words. “Haven’t you learned Ryan’s personality by now?” “As a colleague, can’t you be more proactive and foster a good relationship with him?” With that, Lisa immediately pulled out her phone and called the organizers of the skills competition to register Ryan. My sister, Hannah, walked out directly, intending to ask Ryan in person. I watched the scene unfold before me, my heart heavy with bitterness. In their eyes, I was nothing more than an irrelevant outsider. A moment later, Lisa finally finished her call. Because the registration was full, Ryan couldn’t sign up. Lisa’s face was etched with urgency, and she kept muttering. “If Ryan can’t register for such an important skills competition, his future will definitely be affected!” “No, I have to find a way for Ryan.” Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she looked at me. “Don’t you have a spot already? If you just give up your spot, Ryan can participate in the competition smoothly.” Hearing Lisa’s words, my body couldn’t help but tremble slightly, and even my breathing became difficult. “Ryan’s future is important, but isn’t mine just as important?” Throughout our years together, I had always valued her more than my own life. But in her eyes, I would never measure up to Ryan, a man who meant nothing to her. Lisa glanced at me, then, unusually, began to flirt. “Ryan is older than you, so just let him have this spot!” “You’re still young, you’ll have plenty of opportunities later!” Watching Lisa’s utterly ingratiating behavior, a cold laugh involuntarily bubbled up inside me. So, the woman always hailed as a strong career woman could become so delicate and charming for Ryan. Unfortunately, I was no longer as naive as I had been in my past life; I wouldn’t be led by the nose by them again. 3 “Sam, Lisa’s right. You’re still young. Just give this opportunity to Ryan.” As I was thinking, Hannah had already walked in with Ryan. I looked up at them, my gaze meeting Ryan’s. Ryan’s eyes were filled with sarcasm. He seemed to be mocking my incompetence. I shook my head firmly. “You have no right to choose my life for me.” With that, I walked out without a backward glance. To my surprise. For the two days of the competition, they surprisingly didn’t bother me further. I checked my social media and learned that Ryan had taken on the surgery alone. I thought there wouldn’t be any more issues with this, but when I returned from the competition, Hannah and Lisa immediately found me. Their faces were filled with panic. “Sam, you have to save Ryan this time. If you don’t, he’s truly done for.” I immediately guessed that Ryan’s surgery had gone wrong again, and I asked them coldly, “How do you expect me to help with something like this?” This time, I wasn’t even at the hospital. They couldn’t possibly pin it on me, could they? Hannah’s next words utterly stunned me. “I’ll handle this. You’ll cover for Ryan.” “You haven’t been at the hospital for too long, so if there are any mistakes, no one will blame you too much.” Hearing Hannah’s words, I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice-cold abyss. As her younger brother, she was actively asking me to take the fall for such a massive blunder for Ryan. If I covered for Ryan, I would not only ruin my career but also face jail time. The experiences of my past life were still vivid in my memory. I rejected her without a second thought. “As a doctor, if a surgery goes wrong, he should take responsibility himself. Why should I cover for him?” Lisa’s voice grew even more urgent when she heard my words. “Isn’t it natural for colleagues to help each other?” “If you help Ryan this time, all of us will remember your kindness.” Hearing her words, laced with moral blackmail, I could no longer control my anger. “You always think of Ryan. Have you ever considered my feelings?” “Don’t forget, one of you is my sister, and the other is my girlfriend!” By the end, my voice was tinged with a hint of a sob. In my past life, those two, because of Ryan, drove me to despair, leaving me with no peace even in death. Did they really want me to relive that tragedy again? My sister Hannah’s tone was filled with unquestionable authority. “Sam, you don’t have a choice. I’ve already arranged everything for Ryan. You have to take the blame for this.” As she spoke, Hannah directly slammed a stack of documents onto my desk. They had forged evidence of my presence. Everything had been meticulously crafted to perfection. If not for me, the person directly involved, anyone else would never have suspected a problem. They had gone to such lengths for Ryan. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much I had underestimated their determination to run to Ryan’s aid. However, there was no panic on my face, only a mocking smile as I looked at them. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn you both in for doing this?” 4 “Sam, what are you talking about? I’m your own sister! If you dare to do such an outrageous thing, Mom and Dad will never forgive you.” Hannah’s face darkened as she continued to threaten me. In her eyes, I had always been weak-willed; a scare from her would usually send me crying. I didn’t know why I was so resolute this time. I looked at her with a cold smile. “Now you remember we’re family? As an older sister, you’re asking me, your own brother, to take the fall for someone else. Do you think you deserve to be my sister?” “From now on, I want nothing to do with any of you. You’d better not provoke me again.” After what just happened, I was completely disillusioned with them. If they continued to harass me, I wouldn’t hesitate to expose them all. Seeing that Hannah couldn’t sway me, Lisa quickly stepped forward. “Sam, how can you say such things? Even if Hannah asks you to cover this, she won’t treat you badly.” “Ryan said that if you help him out this time, he’ll give you thirty thousand.” “With your current abilities, earning thirty thousand would take at least four years! You won’t lose out, no matter how you look at it.” After hearing her, I felt an even stronger urge to laugh. From what I knew of Ryan in my past life, he was addicted to online gambling and often lived hand-to-mouth. Let alone thirty thousand, he probably couldn’t even scrounge up three thousand. That thirty thousand, I didn’t need to think twice about it; it was definitely Hannah and Lisa who pooled their money for him. Moreover, the consequences of this matter were far more severe than they claimed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been driven to suicide in my past life. Even now, they were still trying every trick to deceive me. For Ryan, they had truly reached a point of madness. I looked at them coldly. “Thirty thousand for my entire future? Isn’t that a bit cheap?” “My expenses for one year studying abroad are worth more than that.” With that, I didn’t give them a chance to persuade me further, and began to busy myself at my desk. Lisa and Hannah’s gazes turned exceptionally grim. As if they wanted to devour me whole. I merely glanced at them, completely unfazed. Our conversation just now had actually been recorded. If they dared to do anything outrageous, I would immediately post the recording online. Let them experience the feeling of public disgrace. As I was thinking, Ryan suddenly kicked open the office door, his face contorted in fury.

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On our wedding anniversary, Sienna blindfolded me as a “surprise.” When the scarf came off, I stood in a remote, wild stretch of the American West, surrounded by animals. A plane roared overhead, and her cold voice echoed from a loudspeaker: “Mason Najimy, you said adults should know how to call a cab. Try calling one now.” I couldn’t help but laugh. To get back at me over her assistant, she’d actually left me here. Maybe this marriage ended long ago. I quietly took out my GPS satellite phone. “Come pick me up,” I said calmly. It started after a meeting. Outside, I saw an elderly homeless man collapse from the heat. I helped him into my car to take him to the hospital. But Sienna’s assistant, Kyle Finch, covered his nose in disgust. “He’s filthy. I won’t ride with him.” I told him to take a cab back. After getting the man emergency care, I went home relieved. Sienna was instantly furious. “You left Kyle in 113-degree heat! He walked back, collapsed, and spent a day in intensive care!” Kyle had pulled this before—always twisting things, driving Sienna and me apart. I explained patiently, “I was helping an elderly man. Kyle refused the car. Shouldn’t an adult know how to call a cab?” Sienna didn’t argue then. She just said flatly, “So it was his fault. I understand—I misunderstood you.” I thought it was over. I never imagined she’d held onto it until now. … Hearing my words, Sienna scoffed mockingly. “Mason Najimy, I think you’ve lost your mind from fear. This is the wilderness. Who else but me could possibly come and pick you up?” “I advise you, get on your knees now and politely apologize to Kyle. If he forgives you, maybe you can leave early. Otherwise, you can just wait here to be torn apart by wild animals.” Kyle, beside her, looked smug. “Mr. Najimy, I didn’t want this either, but you left me to nearly die of heatstroke last time. This is what you owe me.” “But if you humbly admit your mistake and beg for my forgiveness, I’ll ask the CEO to make your suffering less.” Watching him, a grown man, constantly acting with such a saccharine, pretentious demeanor, made me sick to my stomach. Seven years. Sienna and I had been married for seven years. I never imagined she could be so heartless as to put me in such danger for this young assistant. Our past promises were smoke and mirrors; she had long forgotten them. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I looked up at Sienna. “Sienna, do you really think what happened that day was my fault?” “All I did was try to help an elderly homeless man suffering from heatstroke. And he, a perfectly able-bodied man, would have known how to take public transport unless he was an idiot. This was clearly one of his pathetic tricks; I refuse to believe you couldn’t see through it?” Sienna’s expression was slightly awkward. Kyle, seeing this, shot me a resentful glare, then, with red eyes, spoke in his usual saccharine, wronged tone. “I know Mr. Najimy doesn’t like me, but how can you call me an idiot?” “I’m just a recent college graduate. How can I compare to Mr. Najimy, who’s so wealthy he either drives or takes a cab? Where would I get money for a cab?” A tear fell from his eye, as if he had suffered immense injustice. “Never mind, I’ll just consider it my own fault. CEO, please don’t punish Mr. Najimy. I’m just an insignificant assistant. At most, I’ll leave. I don’t want Mr. Najimy to resent you because of me.” Seeing her beloved assistant so wronged, Sienna’s face instantly hardened. “Mason Najimy, you still refuse to admit your mistake. You’re hopeless. Kyle is clearly the one being wronged, and I won’t let you bully him anymore.” Watching Kyle’s clumsy performance, I laughed out loud. “Sienna, you believe such a clumsy excuse from him? Have you forgotten how much salary you pay him each month? A hundred thousand dollars a month, while I only get five thousand. He has no money for a cab? Do you want to check what he’s wearing?” Kyle was clad in expensive designer clothes, while I wore a few cheap outfits season after season. That’s because after paying the household utility bills with my five thousand dollars, there was barely anything left, certainly no spare money for clothes. Hearing this, Sienna’s face twisted for a moment, then she angrily retorted, “Are you complaining that I pay Kyle too much? He just graduated; he needs money for rent, food, and commuting. What’s wrong with me giving him a little extra so he doesn’t have to struggle so much? You’re a director, and my husband. You have food and shelter. What do you need more salary for?” “I think you’re just jealous of Kyle, that’s why you deliberately left him behind. This time, I’m definitely going to punish you severely and teach you a lesson.” No matter what Kyle did, she could always defend him. I felt there was nothing left to say to her. But as darkness fell, I had to rely on my compass to keep myself as far from danger as possible. To my surprise, a wolf howl echoed from the distance, and as I focused my eyes, I gasped, almost losing my breath. On the distant hillside stood over a dozen wolves, their eyes gleaming as they stared intently at my location, as if ready to charge at any moment. My legs went weak with fear, my face pale. If this pack of wolves attacked, I would surely be torn to shreds. I looked up at Sienna in the plane; if she lowered the rescue ladder, she could take me out of danger. Sienna looked at me too, but her eyes held no concern, only amusement and cruelty. “Mason Najimy, now you know fear, you want to beg me? Too bad, it’s too late. You threw Kyle on the roadside in 113-degree heat. He walked back to the company and collapsed from heatstroke, nearly losing his life.” “This is what you owe him. I have to teach you a lesson.” I looked at Sienna in disbelief, deciding to give her one last chance. If she would let me board the plane, I would once again abandon my principles for her. “Sienna, those are wolves. Do you know what I’ll become if they attack? What did I do wrong that you wish me dead so badly?” Sienna paused, then looked at me as if nothing was amiss. “You won’t die. I just want to teach you a lesson. Once you’ve learned it, I’ll take you back.” I laughed, tears streaming down my face. I had overestimated my place in her heart. I looked at Sienna with disappointment. “Sienna, you don’t need to take me back.” From now on, whatever happens, remember this is the fruit of what you’ve sown today. Hearing my words, Sienna’s face flushed with anger. “What do you mean by that? Is it because I didn’t let you board the plane immediately, so you’re throwing a tantrum at me?” “I must have treated you too well normally, for you to dare to give me attitude even now.” Just then, the pack of wolves began to charge towards me. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with Sienna anymore and started running towards the other side. Not daring to relax for a second, I sprinted forward, wanting only to put as much distance between myself and the wolves as possible. But how could a human outrun a wolf? I heard the increasingly close howls of the wolves; I could almost hear my own heart pounding. Watching the scene from the plane, a flicker of worry crossed Sienna’s face. Kyle, catching this, had a look of resentment in his eyes. He then clung to Sienna’s arm, whining, “CEO, are you worried about Mr. Najimy? This is just the outskirts of the wilderness. These wolves are trained; they won’t harm anyone. Yet you’re still so concerned. If that’s the case, then you don’t need to pretend you’re getting justice for me.” “That day, I was nearly killed by the 113-degree sun. I guess my life is cheap. But I always remember you holding my hand in the hospital, saying you’d get justice for me. If it wasn’t for you, I would have never made it through and would have died then.” Sienna listened, no longer interested in looking at me. She pulled Kyle into her embrace, comforting him with a pained expression. “You poor thing. I said I’d get you justice, and I always keep my word.” “It’s just that these wolves look so fierce. I was momentarily stunned. Do these wolves really not hurt people?” Kyle’s eyes, cast downwards, flashed with a hint of panic, then quickly returned to normal. “Of course, CEO. I just wanted to vent a little. Do you really think I wanted Mr. Najimy’s life? Don’t you trust me?” Sienna quickly shook her head, placing a kiss on Kyle’s forehead. “You’re so kind, of course I trust you. After Mason Najimy apologizes to you this time, you two must get along, alright?” As Sienna finished speaking, she looked down at the ground, and her eyes widened in shock at the sight. The howling wolves had already surrounded Mason Najimy. They circled him, just like they would size up and play with their prey. Seeing this, Kyle said with a smile, “CEO, look, these wolves are just playing around with Mr. Najimy. As long as Mr. Najimy doesn’t make any aggressive moves, the pack won’t attack.” Sienna, who had been worried, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. “I hope this teaches him a lesson.” Sienna looked down at me and said, “Mason Najimy, do you understand your mistake now?” I looked up at her coldly. “I was wrong.” She froze. I continued, enunciating each word. “I was wrong seven years ago.” Sienna’s face filled with rage. “Unrepentant. Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.” I watched the red dot on my satellite GPS watch flicker closer and closer, and my heart eased a little. Looking at the pack of wolves, I made a quick decision. I pulled out the hidden dagger from my bracelet and, with lightning speed, charged at one of the wolves. I had figured it out: this was the alpha. If I subdued it, I could deter the other wolves, making them hesitant to act, and buy myself some time. At the same instant, a gasp of alarm sounded from overhead. “Mason Najimy, what are you doing?” I ignored the anxious shout, leaped onto the alpha wolf, choked its neck, and plunged the dagger into its throat. Hot blood spurted out, splattering my face. The pack, seeing this, quickly dispersed, watching me warily. The alpha howled twice, then collapsed completely. I breathed a temporary sigh of relief. The surrounding wolves howled and whimpered at the sky, but not one dared to come forward again. Kyle flung himself into Sienna’s arms, looking utterly terrified. “CEO, that was so scary. Mr. Najimy has angered the pack. Will they come after us?” Sienna glared at me furiously. “Mason Najimy, were you crazy just now? Why would you kill a wolf? What if this pack goes mad and attacks you? Then what? Am I supposed to rescue you or not? Are you trying to deliberately drag me down with you?” “I never imagined your intentions could be so malicious. Do you want me to be buried here with you?” My face covered in blood, I looked up at her coldly, saying sarcastically, “According to CEO Finch, I should have done nothing, just waited for this pack of wolves to pounce and tear me to shreds, is that right?” Sienna choked. “They were just circling you, trying to scare you. How would they truly hurt you? Instead, aren’t you afraid your actions will provoke the entire pack?” I shook my head. Sienna had been completely brainwashed by Kyle. There was no point in explaining to her anymore. “Get on your knees and apologize to Kyle immediately, and I’ll let you board the plane.” I looked at the red dot on my satellite watch, which was getting closer. I chuckled softly, “No need. I will never apologize to someone like that in this lifetime.” With that, I began to cautiously survey my surroundings. They weren’t attacking now; they were simply observing, waiting for a better moment. In a life-or-death situation, I didn’t want to waste any more words on Sienna. Who knew, at that moment Kyle suddenly threw a string of firecrackers from the plane towards the wolf pack. “Mr. Najimy, don’t worry, I’ll help you scare off the wolves!” The firecrackers exploded, and the agitated wolves, their eyes blazing red, charged at me one by one. Amidst the frantic wolf pack, I cursed furiously, “Kyle, are you crazy? Throwing firecrackers at a wolf pack? Do you have any idea that you’re just provoking them?” Kyle, his eyes red and face full of grievance, pleaded, “CEO, I didn’t mean it! I just wanted to help Mr. Najimy scare away the wolves!” “When I was a kid, setting off firecrackers on New Year’s would scare away little dogs. I thought it would scare away wolves too. I was just trying to help.” Sienna, seeing her ‘boy-toy’ secretary’s wronged expression, immediately soothed him gently. “I know you didn’t mean it. How could someone as kind as you intentionally try to harm him?” Then she angrily rebuked me. “Mason Najimy, why are you being so aggressive towards Kyle? He was just trying to help. Besides, didn’t you just kill a wolf? These wolves shouldn’t be a problem for you, should they? Why are you being so dramatic?” My chest heaved with fury. This was the wife I had given everything for. Even if her ‘boy-toy’ secretary killed me in front of her, she would find a hundred reasons to defend him. A wolf pounced on me. I rolled, dodged, and plunged the dagger into its neck. It howled and fell. I barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when another wolf leaped onto me. It bit deeply into my shoulder. As I struggled, a piece of flesh was torn off. Seizing the opportunity, I plunged the dagger into its neck again. The pain in my shoulder made me tremble all over, my face pale. I shakily looked at the remaining wolves, each glaring fiercely at me, waiting for an opportunity to tear me to shreds. Killing three wolves had already driven them mad. They found an opening and charged at me again. As I raised my wrist, a wolf clamped down hard. “Ah!” I cried out in pain. I could feel the wolf’s teeth biting into my bone. If it didn’t let go, my arm would be torn off. In the nick of time, I switched the dagger to my other hand and fiercely stabbed it into the wolf’s neck. It tore off a piece of my flesh in pain, then wolf after wolf charged at me. They bit my thigh, my back. I fought wildly with the dagger. Pain surged through my entire body. The frenzied pack ripped at my flesh. From the plane, all they could see was me being swallowed by the pack of wolves, a bloody scene. Sienna froze, crying out in alarm, “How can this be? So many wolves, Mason Najimy will die! Hurry, get down there and save him!” The bodyguards on the plane trembled with fear. “CEO, this is a frenzied wolf pack. We’ll be torn to shreds if we go down there.” Sienna froze, instinctively moving to get off the plane, but Kyle blocked her. “CEO, you’ll die if you go down now.” “He brought this on himself! Who told him to provoke the wolf pack first?” “But he’s my husband! He’s the most important person to me!” Kyle froze. Just then, a scream came from below the plane. “Ah!” “Mason!” Then, a gunshot echoed across the entire wilderness. I weakly lifted my gaze, a faint smile on my lips. The person I was waiting for had finally arrived.

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“He’s a pathetic stray. Only I’d ever feed him. Where else would he go?” My wife sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. There she stood, safe and clean beside her male best friend, laughing into her phone. And I—the “stray” she mocked—stood nearby, covered in soot, skin blackened by smoke. Moments before, I’d rushed into a burning building after her desperate call, believing she was trapped. I found her unharmed, amused by my panic. “Ashton, you fool,” she laughed, tears in her eyes. “Fooled ninety-nine times, and you still fall for it.” A bystander spoke up: “Aren’t you afraid he’ll divorce you?” She didn’t flinch. “He caused my first love’s death. This suffering is nothing.” That’s why she was sure I’d never leave. I didn’t argue. I just gripped the medical report in my hand, hidden beneath my stained clothes. She didn’t know: I was dying. This time, I was really leaving. 1 I looked at my wife, Scarlett, standing before me. The disgusted expression on her face mirrored the faces of those who had bullied me in my memories. But in the past, every time I was humiliated, she would stand in front of me without hesitation, protecting and caring for me. She even risked breaking rules and facing family punishment, just to stand up for me. Everyone envied us, saying we were childhood sweethearts, truly meant for each other. Both our parents had also arranged our marriage. However, if I had known that after we married, we would become enemies filled with mutual loathing, I would have preferred to remain her friend forever. Right now, Scarlett and her male best friend were still laughing, making a clown out of me. But I finally spoke the words I hadn’t dared to utter in five years of marriage: “Scarlett, let’s get a divorce!” The laughter abruptly stopped. A flicker of surprise crossed Scarlett’s eyes, and she immediately refused without thinking: “I don’t agree.” I looked up at her, taken aback. Did she still have some feelings for me? Before I could ponder it, the next second, Scarlett raised an eyebrow, displeased. “You know that if I divorce, my family’s company stock will drop. You’re deliberately using that to threaten me, aren’t you?” “Ashton, don’t forget, you owe me a life. You have to spend your entire life repaying it. Don’t even think about escaping.” My heart constricted, and my sickly pale complexion grew even whiter. Yes. She hated me too much to have any feelings for me. I was just deluding myself. Five years ago, because of my marriage into her family, Scarlett was forced to break up with her first love, Liam Hunt. At first, knowing the arranged marriage was unavoidable, she didn’t resist. She even solemnly promised me: “Ashton, I’ll forget Liam and live a good life with you.” “It’s just that our breakup was so abrupt, I’m afraid he might do something foolish in a moment of despair. Can we keep our marriage a secret for a while before telling him?” Just being by her side was enough for me, so I naturally agreed to her wishes, nodding to a secret wedding, not to be publicly announced yet. But on our wedding day, news of our arranged marriage leaked online, a powerful alliance that became known to everyone. Liam, rushing to the scene, tragically died in a car accident. Scarlett rushed, heartbroken, to the morgue, and found a blood-stained wedding invitation on his body. Everyone around her accused me of spreading the news, and of sending the invitation. “Ashton, I promised to live a good life with you, so why did you maliciously cause his death?” Scarlett was furious on the spot, convinced that I had caused her first love’s death. I explained countless times that it had nothing to do with me, but she refused to believe me ever again. From then on, she despised me, and her attitude changed completely. She not only spoke cruelly to me but also openly kept Liam’s doppelgänger, Alex Miller, by her side, claiming he was just a male best friend for the sake of reputation. She often found amusement in tormenting me daily, games like today’s often played out over these five years of marriage. Facing their taunts, I had grown accustomed to them, keeping my head down and remaining silent, meekly listening to her reprimands. Fresh out of the fire, I was covered in soot, my clothes torn in several places, looking utterly wretched. Scarlett’s friends, unable to watch any longer, handed me a jacket. My parched throat managed a faint thank you. But Alex rushed forward, ripped the jacket off, and threw it aside, pointing at me and raging: “Ashton, you caused your mother’s death, and you caused Scarlett’s beloved’s death.” “You carry two lives on your conscience. You don’t deserve a good life. Just endure the ridicule and scorn of others, and walk back step by step.” I instinctively looked at Scarlett. Scarlett said nothing, tacitly approving Alex’s actions. I smiled bitterly. My mother died in childbirth with me. My father and brother both believed I was responsible for her death, subjecting me to constant harsh treatment from childhood—either depriving me of clothes and food, or verbally and physically abusing me. Scarlett, however, always quietly extended a helping hand, even comforting me: “Life and death are fated. Your mother’s death isn’t your fault. Don’t let others’ words affect you.” But now, she allowed Alex to speak of me this way, without stopping him, which was no different from their tacit belief that everything was my fault. My father and brother despised me; now even the only light in my life, Scarlett, hated me intensely. But I couldn’t understand, I had always been so careful with my words and actions since childhood, where exactly did I go wrong? A wave of pain coursed through my body. I shook my head. Never mind, I won’t think about it. Anyway, I have late-stage lung cancer and not much time left to live. When I die, they’ll probably feel their vengeance is complete. I walked on in silence, Alex happily recording a video behind me. A flicker of something—perhaps reluctance—crossed Scarlett’s eyes. She waved her hand, stopping him. “Enough. He’s my husband, after all, even if just in name. If passersby film this and upload it, it’ll damage my family’s reputation.” After all, she marketed herself as a dutiful wife. If word got out about her mistreating me, her live-in husband, it would undoubtedly invite criticism. She warned everyone present not to spread what happened today. Then she drove me home, roughly pushing me out of the car. Without a backward glance, she slammed her foot on the accelerator, and the car sped away. The house staff secretly chuckled, calling me a usurper and saying I deserved what I got. Not one dared to interfere. I was long past caring. I limped back to the bedroom. After showering and changing, exhausted from the day, I drifted into a hazy sleep. I don’t know how much time passed. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. My bedroom door was violently kicked open. 2 Alex burst in, enraged, ordering his bodyguards to drag me from the bed onto the floor. He then raised his hand and slapped me several times across the face. My ears rang, and through the buzzing, I heard Alex’s roar: “Ashton, I underestimated you! You actually dared to post this online, stirring up public opinion and ruining Scarlett’s reputation!” I was still dazed. Scarlett, heels clicking, walked into this room, a room she hadn’t entered since our marriage. Alex lowered his head and apologized: “Scarlett, I’m sorry. I silenced everyone present, but I never imagined Ashton would leak it himself.” “It seems your little ‘fire prank’ angered him quite a bit. He’s even willing to go down with you.” Only then did I understand. It turned out that the incident where they ridiculed me during the day had been exposed, and they were blaming me for it. Scarlett was about to unleash her fury on me, but then she suddenly noticed my swollen face. She paused, demanding from Alex: “You hit him?” How could she be concerned? The pain she inflicted on me was a hundred times worse than a mere slap. Alex raised an eyebrow, retorting, “What, Scarlett? Are you feeling sorry for him?” Scarlett looked at his face, nine-tenths similar to her first love’s, and gave a haughty snort. “Next time, don’t hit his face. It looks bad.” My lowered gaze darkened. So, she was afraid of damaging the company’s image and her own. If not for that slight concern for public opinion, she wouldn’t even spare me a glance, even if I were beaten to death. Scarlett looked down at me. “Ashton, did you leak that news?” Of course not me. But if I said so, would she believe it? Ever since Alex moved in, he had repeatedly slandered me. No matter how much I explained, or even presented evidence, she only believed Alex. Simply because he resembled her first love, Scarlett saw everything through a biased lens, convinced that every fault was mine. Each time I tried to explain, her hatred for me deepened. Now, I was tired of explaining. I merely hummed in acknowledgment: “If that’s what you believe, then it is.” Hearing my answer, Scarlett’s emotions seemed to find release. With tear-rimmed eyes, she threw her bag at me. “What? This time you’re not stubborn, you admit you were wrong?” “Ashton, if you had just admitted your mistake earlier, you wouldn’t have suffered so much!” She had the housekeeper bring me ice to put on my face, her tone still distant. “Once the swelling goes down, come with me to the press conference to show affection and clear up the rumors.” Seeing that Scarlett had no further punishment planned and her attitude had softened considerably, Alex tugged at her, confused. “Scarlett, Ashton caused a lot of trouble for our PR department. Are you just going to let him off so easily?” Usually, Scarlett was almost completely subservient to his words, but this time she raised an eyebrow, brushing him off. “Didn’t you hit him? He’s been punished. Let’s not let it happen again.” A flicker of hope inexplicably ignited within me, and I asked her expectantly: “Scarlett, if I die, will you be sad?” Scarlett looked displeased. “Ashton, don’t push your luck! You’re getting off easy.” “If you die, I’ll set off fireworks for a month to celebrate.” I gave a bitter smile. I had imagined too much. She was still the Scarlett who hated me to the core. The pain in my lungs spread throughout my body. I bit down on my teeth, forcing myself not to groan, but inside, I felt a subtle sense of liberation. Good. Her wish would soon come true. 3 Seeing my face contorted in pain. Scarlett glanced at me. “Wipe that jaundiced makeup off your face. I’m not falling for your self-pity act.” I froze. She thought my sickly pale face was due to makeup, little did she know, I was close to death. She finished speaking and was about to leave when her assistant approached with a phone. “Ms. Su, your call.” Scarlett put it on speaker. From the other end, her competitor’s light laugh drifted through. “Ms. Su, the online rumors are just a warning. You’d best withdraw from this bid.” “Otherwise, if I’m not careful, all the videos I have might just get released.” The call ended. Scarlett clicked on the video, her face turning ashen. It turned out that the online rumors were spread by her competitor; they had all wrongly accused me. Alex apologized, remorseful. “Scarlett, it’s my fault for not checking thoroughly. I almost messed things up.” Scarlett couldn’t bring herself to blame him, sighing. “Ultimately, it’s our carelessness that gave others something to exploit. We just need to be more careful next time.” Seeing Scarlett frowning. Alex gritted his teeth, helped me up, and offered a stiff apology. “Ashton, I misunderstood you this time. If you’re upset, hit me back.” Before I could even move, Scarlett lovingly reached out to block me. “Nonsense! You were looking out for me. He himself didn’t speak up clearly, so it’s not your fault.” Heh. It was my fault again. But when had she ever believed my explanations? I remained silent. She, in front of me, her husband, hooked her arm through Alex’s, consoling him as they left, not even sparing a glance for me, the wrongly accused. The people in the room dispersed with them. My strained body could no longer hold out. A dizzy spell hit me, and I collapsed to the ground. When consciousness returned, my nostrils were filled with the scent of disinfectant. I was about to open my eyes when I heard Alex’s hushed, gleeful voice: “Ashton has late-stage lung cancer; he won’t live much longer. It wasn’t in vain that I caused Liam’s death and sabotaged their relationship back then.” “Now, I’m finally close to achieving my goal!” My body trembled. So, all these years, I had been covering for someone else! For a moment, I desperately wanted to tell Scarlett the truth. But the next second, I bitterly withdrew the thought. I had no evidence; Scarlett wouldn’t believe anything I said. Once Alex’s voice completely faded, I pulled out my phone and contacted a private investigator, asking them to look into the matter. Whether Scarlett believed it or not, I had to clear my name before I died. After what felt like an eternity, Scarlett finally rushed in, agitated. The moment she entered, I actually caught a flicker of worry in her eyes. But as soon as I blinked again, only coldness remained, as if everything I had just seen was an illusion. She asked the doctor: “Why did he suddenly faint?” 4 The doctor hesitated. Alex interjected, “Oh, he had low blood sugar. It’s nothing serious.” Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief, believed him without even asking me, and took it as truth. She discharged me from the hospital and brought me home. She had the housekeeper prepare a lavish meal and pushed a bowl of pork rib soup in front of me, scolding me to eat. “Ashton, I haven’t deprived you of food or clothes, have I? Who are you trying to impress with this pathetic act?” “Hurry up and eat more, so people won’t say my family mistreats its live-in son-in-law, that we don’t even feed him.” Scarlett valued her reputation above all else. So, even during the most strained period of our relationship, she never followed my family’s example of depriving me of food and clothes, letting everyone know I was disliked. Instead, for the sake of appearances, she maintained an image of a loving couple in public. Seeing I didn’t speak, Scarlett put down her chopsticks, paused, then spoke. “I was wrong to blame you about the previous incident. I have something for you; just a moment.” She got up and went upstairs to retrieve it. I watched her leave, feeling a strange curiosity, wondering why she was being so kind. Alex pulled a small booklet from his bag and waved it in front of me. “Do you know what this is?” I ignored him. Then, I heard a ripping sound. He tore the booklet into shreds, smiling sinisterly at me. “These are Liam’s love letters to Scarlett.” I froze, and before I could react, I heard Alex loudly, exaggeratedly shout: “Ashton, that’s something Scarlett values more than her life! Stop him!” Scarlett, hearing the commotion, rushed in, only to see her first love’s handwriting torn to pieces, scattered on the floor. Alex, eyes red, slapped himself across the face. “Scarlett, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken it out in front of Ashton, giving him a chance to destroy it.” Scarlett’s face darkened. She raised her hand and slapped me directly, then slammed a set of luxury car keys onto my body. “I was originally planning to get you a car for getting around. But now, it seems you don’t deserve it!” It was like this again, accusing me without any clear reason. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted to reveal the truth, but just as I uttered the words “It wasn’t me,” The butler, standing to one side, knelt. “Miss, I failed to stop Ashton from tearing up the keepsake. I am also at fault. Please deduct my salary.” Other servants also jumped in, seemingly admitting fault, but in reality, accusing me. The scenes from five years ago were replaying today. When I saw Alex’s triumphant gaze, I finally understood. These people had all been bought by him long ago. Scarlett saw my attempt to argue and flew into a rage. “Ashton, you still dare to talk back? You’re simply incorrigible!” “Butler, throw him into the dark room in solitary confinement. Release him only when the press conference begins.” I was dragged away by bodyguards. She, on the other hand, carefully collected the shredded paper, while still comforting Alex. “Don’t be sad. It’s not your fault. Ashton is simply malicious, not even sparing a deceased person’s belongings.” She still didn’t trust me, as always. But it didn’t matter. I was about to be a dead person myself. I was locked in a pitch-black room, my phone confiscated. Without medication, I passed out from the pain and woke up again, countless times, unsure of how much time had passed. Perhaps it was due to inhaling a lot of smoke earlier while trying to save Scarlett, but I noticed my condition seemed to have worsened. My consciousness slowly blurred. The moment my eyes finally closed, the screen of my phone, locked in a cabinet, lit up. The detective sent a message: “The truth has been uncovered. Evidence will be handed to Scarlett soon. Bro, don’t forget to settle the final payment with me.” Meanwhile, Scarlett, calculating the time, knew it was time to release me. As she was about to enter the house, a delivery driver handed Scarlett a sealed envelope. “Are you Ms. Scarlett Su? Please sign for this.” Scarlett took it, and her expression froze when she saw the name on it. 5 It had “Ashton Kaling” written on it. She raised an eyebrow, signed it, and tossed it aside. The delivery driver hastily added, “Ms. Su, the sender said this is very important.” “It’s imperative that you open it immediately upon receipt.” Scarlett was displeased, but seeing an outsider present, she didn’t curse. Instead, she impatiently tore open the envelope. The delivery driver breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his phone, and sent a message, reporting the task complete. The moment Scarlett saw the contents, she froze, a flicker of bewilderment in the depths of her eyes: “Why did he send me this stuff?” When I saw Scarlett, I was also somewhat confused. Wasn’t I in solitary confinement? When was I released? I had no memory of it. Before I could dwell on it too long, I heard Scarlett’s murmur, and was instantly surprised. Shouldn’t Scarlett be furious upon learning the truth? Why was she wearing that expression? I walked over, curious. “Scarlett, let me see.” She acted as if she hadn’t heard my question. I called her several more times, but she still pretended not to hear. I sighed, reaching out to take it, but my hand passed through the documents, grabbing nothing. “Scarlett.” Scarlett looked up at the sound. Seeing Alex approach, a smile appeared on her usually serene face. She waved to him, her arm passing directly through my body. I looked down, startled, and only then realized that my body was semi-transparent. The sun shone brightly above, yet I cast no shadow. I smiled bitterly. It turned out I hadn’t been released. I had died. “Scarlett, what’s this?”

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The very first night in my new apartment, a dark shadow darted across the living room. Before I could even process it, a monstrous rat was already charging straight for my feet. Terrified, I fumbled for my phone, desperate to call maintenance for help. Just then, a new message popped up on my screen. The sender was “Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger,” and the message read: “On-site rat catching service, two cans of wet food, immediate deployment.” How could they be so fast? My mind was swimming with questions, but I opened the door anyway. The hallway outside was empty, not a soul in sight. I was about to close the door when a soft “Meow” stopped me. Looking down, I saw a ginger cat standing by the entrance, its paws neatly together, looking incredibly polite. I stared at it for a few seconds, and a wild, ridiculous thought bubbled up. “Are you… Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger?” I couldn’t help but ask. The ginger cat responded with two “Meows,” and then, another message from “Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger” appeared on my phone. … After I moved into my new place, the building management added me to the residents’ group chat, saying it was for important announcements. I didn’t pay much attention at first, especially since everyone’s profile picture was some kind of animal. Then one day, I idly scrolled through the chat. Evil Fuzzybutt: [I’m so mad! Mom caught me stealing snacks and spanked my butt a few times. Tonight, I’m definitely tearing up her slippers!] Lord Poshpaws: [Useless! How can you let that human walk all over you?] [I am the tiny emperor.jpg] Goldie the Fatcat: [Hey everyone, when you drink water, does it sometimes taste kinda spicy?] Lord Poshpaws: [Idiot! Your water dispenser is probably leaking electricity, kick it over already!] Sweet Cheesus: [Mom’s trying to clip my claws, help! Call the cops!] I watched, amused, for quite a while. I figured it was just the neighborhood kids, playing animal characters in the chat. Honestly, their cute, quirky conversations were quite heartwarming. Just then, a new message popped up. [I think there’s a stranger in my house.] [Observing from the shadows.jpg] The sender’s profile picture was a small husky. From previous messages, it seemed like a four or five-year-old kid. My heart jumped. I was about to ask if he was home alone when I saw the other group members expressing doubt. [Are you sure it’s a stranger?] [A stranger in your house again? Last time you said there was a stranger, and it was just your dad in a different shirt.] [Meow, I’ll call the police for you!] I hesitated, wondering if I should tag the building management. Then, the husky replied, [Hehe, turns out it was just Dad wearing a mask. As a reward, tonight I’m peeing in his room.] False alarm. While I found it funny, a faint, unsettling feeling lingered. That day, I got back late from an interview. As I flicked on the light, I saw a dark shadow scuttle across the living room floor. My heart lurched. I was just about to crouch down and peer under the coffee table. When a large rat shot straight for my feet. I shrieked, leaping onto the coffee table. Immediately, I panicked and messaged the group for help. [There’s a rat in my house! Does anyone know of a reliable, immediate rat catching service nearby? Urgent, waiting online!] [Meow? Rat? What’s a rat?] [A rat is a fast little toy that squeaks when you squeeze it. Dad won’t let me play with them.] [Are you new? Never seen you before. Why is your profile pic a human? What species are you?] Can’t my profile pic be human? What did “what species” even mean? No time to think. The squeaking of the rat made my skin crawl. I immediately opened an app to find an on-demand service. Just then, someone in the group tagged me. Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger: ? [Two cans of wet food, no haggling, immediate on-site service.] [At your door, open up Meow.] That fast?? I opened the door, but the hallway was empty. Just as I was about to close it, a cat’s meow caught my attention. A very polite ginger cat stood at the doorway, its paws pressed together. As our eyes met, an unbelievable thought popped into my head. “You’re Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger?” The ginger cat meowed twice, and a message popped up in the group. [It’s the cat.] [Two cans of wet food, immediate deployment.] I chuckled, reaching out to stroke its head. The ginger cat tilted its head, dodging my hand. [Meow meow meow, that’s extra. A head pat costs half a sausage.] I don’t have pets, so I naturally didn’t have any cat food cans. I negotiated with Ginger, offering four sausages as payment. It licked its paw and agreed. But it demanded payment in installments. Deal made. The nimble Ginger followed the rat from the living room to the kitchen. Aside from accidentally knocking over my water glass on the table. The rat-catching service was successfully completed. Ginger, sensing my fear, placed the dead rat outside the door. [Human, cat accidentally broke your cup. Cat can charge you one less sausage.] I shook my head, [We agreed on four sausages, not one less. But can I get a head pat for free?] Ginger let out a soft “Meow.” It lowered its head and rubbed against my palm. Before leaving, it said I could call it in the group if I needed it again. After the house grew quiet, I finally processed everything. It all felt like a dream. The animals in the Starry Cove Community chat group were real. Their profile pictures were their actual selves. No matter how fantastical last night’s experience was. When the sun rose the next day, I still had to hustle for interviews in this new city. I live on the 12th floor. When the elevator reached the 10th, a guy stepped in, leading a husky. He looked familiar. Of course, I meant the husky. I stared at it intently. It sensed my gaze and stared back just as intently. The guy looked at our staring match. “You two… know each other?” I quickly waved my hands. How was I supposed to tell him I thought this husky was the one from the group chat? I certainly couldn’t ask if it peed in his room yesterday. Just then, the Starry Cove Community chat popped up with a new message. Dad’s Big Brain: [Saw a girl in the elevator, she looked familiar, like I’d seen her somewhere before. Hehe, she smells so nice, want pats.] Evil Fuzzybutt: [Stupid dog!] Lord Poshpaws: [Stupid dog!] I tentatively reached out my hand, and sure enough, the husky leaned in for a rub. The guy gave me a look that screamed, “You said you didn’t know each other!” As I petted the dog, I gently asked, “What’s your name?” “Liam.” I squatted down and gently squeezed the dog’s paw. “Nice to meet you, Liam.” The guy: “……” “I’m Liam!” I looked up, embarrassed. “Oh, my bad, my brain wasn’t working.” Liam’s face flushed slightly. “It’s okay, I just didn’t react fast enough. He’s called… Buddy.” [Big Brain! Miss, I’m Big Brain! My mean dad got my name wrong, hit hit hit!] Big Brain immediately stood up and got into a scuffle with Liam right there in the elevator. Liam cursed the “stupid dog” while fighting back. I stood by, laughing and trying to mediate. After a morning of rushing around, I’d interviewed at three companies. The results didn’t look promising. I decided to head home and grab something to eat. Walking back along the street, I suddenly spotted a pet supply store for sale. Thinking of the Starry Cove Community chat, an idea sparked in my mind. Isn’t this the perfect way to directly understand customer needs? Who wants to be a drone when they can be their own boss? I tallied up my savings, contacted the current owner, and bought the store. Then, I started advertising in the group. [Does anyone like this little toy?] [New stock: biscuits, freeze-dried treats, small snacks! Welcome to bring your humans for a taste test!] The ads exploded in the group chat. No dog or cat had ever posted a short video in the group before. They immediately sensed that I was different. Lord Poshpaws: [It’s a human! It’s a human! It’s a real human! A human snuck in!] [My reign is over.JPG] Ace Rat Catcher – Ginger: [The cat told you guys last time…] Sweet Cheesus: [Human, can you tell Mom that I don’t like getting my claws clipped?] At first, the pets in the group were astonished by my human identity. Once they realized I meant no harm, they grew accustomed to it. They would even frequently ask me to relay messages to their humans. So, I simply launched a special offer. For any single purchase over five hundred dollars, I would provide one free pet consultation. My first client was Liam. He bought ten pounds of dog food and several small toys for Big Brain. “You can really communicate with them?” I offered a noncommittal shrug. He raised an eyebrow, gave me a mischievous grin, then ruffled Big Brain’s head and said, “Alright, then ask him, he eats too much, Dad can’t afford him anymore. Can he be more self-sufficient?” I waved at Big Brain, subtly picking up my phone. After a moment, I managed to suppress my laughter and said, “Big… Buddy says it’s okay if you’re broke, he can go out and eat poop, and he can take you with him. He’ll eat the poop, and you can have the good bits.” Liam looked down, a profound expression on his face. Big Brain gazed back at him with sincere eyes. “Stupid dog, is this how you repay the old man who raised you so painstakingly?!” Liam fiercely rubbed Big Brain’s head. Dad’s Big Brain: [???] [Giving Dad all the good poop bits, and he’s still not happy! So unfair to a dog, hit hit hit!] Big Brain straightened up, waving its two paws, and started another brawl in my store. I had no idea how one dog could be so fond of hitting people with its paws. My second client was also a familiar face—or rather, a familiar feline. It was the little tabby cat from the group, Sweetie. Her owner was a young woman. Holding the cat, she said, a bit shyly, “Sweetie’s been acting strange lately, always meowing at the wardrobe. I’m a little scared. If you can really talk to pets, could you ask her what’s wrong?” I immediately thought of online news stories about strange men hiding in wardrobes. But the young woman insisted it wasn’t that. “I was afraid of that, so I already checked. There’s nothing in the wardrobe.” That was odd. I took Sweetie, carried her into the back room, and then tagged her in the group chat.

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Opening my eyes, I was back at freshman orientation. Daisy, my boyfriend’s childhood best friend, stood upfront again, claiming to be a billionaire’s daughter while calling me the poor girl she pitied. But this time, I calmly accepted the “broke scholarship kid” label. Right after, I texted my parents: “Cut off my allowance. I’ll earn my own money.” What surprised me was Daisy’s panicked look when she checked her bank balance. I knew why—the parasitic system tied to her soul, one that stole wealth and identities. In my past life, that system ruined my family, bankrupted our company, and led to my parents’ fatal crash. After their funeral, I sought comfort from my boyfriend, only to find him smiling, thanking Daisy’s system for stealing all that should have been mine. 1 Getting a second chance at life meant I was not going to make the same mistakes. Daisy and that treacherous man owed me blood, and I was going to collect it drop by drop. “Hi everyone, I am Daisy Kensington. My father is Richard Kensington, and my mother is Eleanor Kensington.” That overly sweet, familiar voice made my body tremble involuntarily. Looking at Daisy covering her mouth and giggling coyly at the front of the classroom, I knew for a fact I had been reborn. Just like in my previous life, all it took was dropping my parents’ names to set the entire room buzzing with wild speculations. “Richard Kensington? Wait, isn’t he the richest real estate mogul in Chicago? I have never seen a picture of his kids, but everyone knows that name!” “And his wife Eleanor is a legendary art collector. I went to one of her gallery exhibitions last year. I can’t believe their daughter is literally in our class.” “No wonder Daisy is so generous with her money. She is literal royalty.” Hearing the whispers, Daisy did not deny a single thing. She just put a finger to her lips and winked. “Let us keep a low profile, guys. Hush.” Her playful lack of denial only fueled the fire. I sat in the back, totally unfazed and unnervingly calm. I was the only person in the room who knew she was spinning a massive web of lies. Daisy grew up in a dirt-poor rural town. Her parents were heavily traditional and favored sons over daughters. Despite her incredible grades, they wanted to pull her out of school and marry her off to the highest bidder just to collect a dowry. If my parents had not gone to that exact mountain village for a philanthropic mission, taken pity on her, and funded her entire education, she would have never escaped that place. Yet, this was the same girl who, after my family paid for her to attend the same elite university as me, immediately decided to hijack my identity. In my past life, I was so furious hearing her steal my life that I stood right up and called her a liar. She did not even flinch. Instead, she pointed a trembling finger at me and burst into theatrical tears. “Seraphina, you are just a girl my family sponsors. I begged my parents to let you attend this school with me out of the goodness of my heart. How could you try to steal my identity?” To prove my innocence, I immediately pulled up my bank app to show everyone the million-dollar wire transfers from my parents. But Daisy was ready for me. Thanks to her system, her banking app magically displayed transfer records exactly ten times larger than mine. She turned the tables completely. She told the class that the money I had was scraped from her own allowance, crying about how ungrateful I was. The classmates bought it hook, line, and sinker. I was instantly branded a gold digger, a social climber, and a parasite. I was isolated. Bullied relentlessly. They even spread rumors that the older men dropping me off at campus, my own father and brother, were actually my sugar daddies. From that day forward, a dark cloud hung over my family. Our supply chains collapsed. Our stocks tanked. Then came the fatal car crashes. Thinking about that bizarre, supernatural system bound to Daisy made my blood run cold. Until I figured out exactly how her system operated, I had to play it incredibly safe. I could not afford to act recklessly. Because I did not stand up to expose her this time, I assumed she would just be happy she got away with it. But when I glanced up, her face was grim. She was staring a hole through me, practically begging me to cause a scene. I narrowed my eyes. Why did she want me to expose her so badly? The applause died down, and the professor gestured for her to take her seat. But Daisy’s eyes glazed over for a second, like she was reading an invisible screen or listening to a voice no one else could hear. Just as the silence in the room became awkward, she finally spoke up. “Professor, I think Seraphina should introduce herself next.” Hearing the supposed billionaire heiress call my name, the class immediately assumed I must be a wealthy socialite too. “Seraphina uses actual La Mer skincare, and her tote bag is vintage Chanel. She has got to be old money.” “Yeah, on move-in day, I literally saw a maid unpacking her suitcases and making her bed. I knew she was elite.” But their admiring whispers hit a brick wall the moment Daisy dropped her next sentence. “She is the scholarship student my family sponsors. I want her to follow my introduction so she feels included.” The room completely exploded. “Wait, what? If Seraphina is a charity case, how can she afford all that designer stuff?” “Oh my god. Do you think she just steals or borrows Daisy’s things to flex? If so, that is beyond pathetic.” “That is actually disgusting. Faking a rich girl aesthetic when you are living off someone else’s dime? Talk about vain.” In a fraction of a second, Daisy’s entire scheme clicked into place in my mind. If I kept my mouth shut, I would be branded a vain, deceptive poor girl mooching off her benefactor. If I called her out, she would use her system to produce fake receipts and humiliate me all over again. But why was she so desperate for me to fight back? A chilling realization washed over me. In my past life, my family’s horrific luck only started after I tried to expose her and got slapped down by her system’s counter-evidence. Could the two be directly linked? Did her system require me to actively challenge her to steal my family’s fortune? I stood up, pasting a serene, unapologetic smile on my face, and completely owned the broke girl persona. “The clothes and the bags are high-end fakes. The woman making my bed was just my mom. I might be a broke scholarship student, but having a little vanity is not exactly a capital crime, right?” Not everyone in our class was a trust fund baby. Seeing me own up to it so casually, the professor and most of the students just chuckled, assuming I was just a girl with a bit too much pride. Because I accepted the poverty label without a fight, Daisy looked utterly shell-shocked. Denied the dramatic confrontation she desperately needed, her eyes flashed with genuine panic and anger. It was like I had just derailed her entire master plan. A lightbulb went off in my head. I was absolutely right about her system’s trigger. Well, if I was going to play the broke girl, I was going to deserve an Oscar for my performance. The second I sat down, I opened my family group chat and fired off a message. “Starting today, absolutely no one is allowed to send me a single cent of allowance. Not a penny. If anyone wires me money, I will block your number and never speak to you again!” My parents and brother immediately panicked, blowing up my phone with objections. But after a relentless barrage of pleading and emotional blackmail on my end, they finally caved. Just to be safe, I made them type out a formal promise not to fund my lifestyle. As soon as I got back to the dorm, I packed up all my designer clothes, limited edition sneakers, and luxury bags. I hauled them down to a luxury consignment boutique and sold everything. I replaced my wardrobe with basic fifty-dollar outfits and swapped my La Mer for drugstore moisturizers. Once that was done, I wired every single dollar in my bank account back to my mother, leaving exactly one thousand and five hundred dollars to survive the month. The wire transfer had barely processed when my phone started ringing. Connor sounded frantic on the other end of the line. “Sera, what is going on? Did something happen? Why did you just empty our account? You know that is incredibly messed up, right? That is our joint account. You can’t just drain it without asking me first.” He called it a joint account, but every single cent in there belonged to me. Connor had never deposited a dime in his life. He was just another scholarship kid my family had taken under their wing. His tiny stipend was barely enough to feed him, but he had a massive ego. To keep up the illusion that he was a wealthy frat boy, he constantly bought drinks and dinners for his roommates, entirely on my dime. Whenever he swiped my card, he always spun some poetic excuse about how he did not care about money, only about providing for me. I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Connor, are you actually delusional? We both know exactly how much of your money is in that account. Zero. Did you genuinely start believing my trust fund was your personal piggy bank?” Dead silence hung on the line. He clearly never expected me to speak to him like that. Ever since he saved me from a group of street thugs two years ago, I had been completely devoted to him. Whatever he wanted, I handed over without a second thought. Hearing the absolute venom in my voice, he instantly softened his tone, playing the victim. “Sera, you know that is not what I meant. I am just worried you won’t have enough to eat. If you are having cash flow issues, you should…” “If you are so worried about my finances, then you need to pay back every single dollar you spent on me. My family cut off my major allowances. I need cash, now.” Connor panicked. His voice cracked slightly. “But you spent that money on me willingly. You can’t just ask for it back! Sera, why would your family cut you off? Just go act cute and beg them for a deposit.” “Are you deaf? I want my money back. Fast. If you don’t wire it over, I am going to have a nice, long chat with my dad about where my allowance has been going.” Less than a minute later, a notification popped up. A transfer for thirty thousand dollars. Connor’s voice was dripping with fake sweetness, but I could hear his teeth grinding together. “That is literally everything I have to my name right now. I will pick up some extra shifts this week and get you the rest as soon as humanly possible.” In my past life, hearing him say he had to work manual labor would have broken my heart. Now, I felt absolutely nothing. I even gave him a cheerful reminder. “Make sure you work double shifts. If you take too long and I get stressed out, I might accidentally let it slip to my brother that you are a broke leech.” After hanging up, I pictured Connor’s face turning purple with rage. I threw myself on my cheap dorm bed and yelled, “That felt amazing!” He was dead meat. I was going to make him vomit up every single thing he swallowed from my family. To secure my own living expenses, I sought out Harper, our class monitor who was always working side hustles. She shared a dorm with Daisy, and she happened to be in the room when I dropped by. Hearing that I needed a part-time job, Harper kindly offered to introduce me to the owner of a restaurant she waitressed at. Daisy immediately jumped off her bed, looking completely unhinged. “Seraphina, no! Working part-time is grueling. You won’t last a day. Just drop it. I will call my parents and have them increase your allowance.” I ignored her completely and scanned the QR code to add the restaurant owner on social media. Seeing me ignore her, Daisy lunged forward and tried to snatch the phone right out of my hand. “Did you not hear me? I told you not to get a job! I will just give you the cash. Are you incapable of understanding simple English?” “Sure. I need three hundred grand. Are you writing a check?” She choked on her words. I snatched my phone back and gave her a freezing glare. “See? You can’t fund my life forever. What, do you expect me to shamelessly leech off you until we graduate? Do I look like an ungrateful parasite to you?” I put heavy, pointed emphasis on the last sentence. Daisy was already feeling guilty, terrified I had figured out her secret. She muttered something about me biting the hand that feeds and scurried back up to her top bunk. Sensing the tension, the other girls in the dorm quickly tried to smooth things over. “I think it is awesome that Seraphina wants to earn her own keep. It shows character.” “Totally. Even if she is on a sponsorship, she can’t just rely on handouts forever. That would make her a total mooch.” I don’t know which specific word triggered it, but Daisy suddenly snapped. “Shut up! You are all so incredibly annoying!” The entire room went dead silent. No one had ever seen the sweet, wealthy heiress look so feral. Realizing she had slipped up, Daisy quickly scrambled to save face. “I am so sorry, guys. I just have a splitting migraine. I am not feeling well.” The others bought the excuse, but I knew better. I had hit a massive nerve. My part-time job was definitely messing with her system. I just did not have the full picture of how it all connected yet. A week later, after wrapping up a shift and getting paid my first few hundred bucks, I was walking towards a late-night diner when I stumbled upon Connor and Daisy arguing violently in a dark alleyway. “Connor, you have to help me! My system only multiplies the money by ten if Seraphina accepts cash from her family. If she earns the money herself, I get hit with a penalty one hundred times the amount. I owe the system a hundred grand today. If I don’t pay up, it is going to punish me severely! Please!” Connor looked highly annoyed, aggressively running a hand through his hair. “A hundred grand? Where the hell am I supposed to pull a hundred grand from? Do you not see me working double shifts right now? Seraphina is holding a gun to my head. If I don’t pay back the money I spent, she is going to tell her dad, and I will be blacklisted from working at their company after graduation. You are on your own for this one, Daisy.” Daisy sounded like she was on the verge of a panic attack. “I have no other options! I can’t even get approved for a credit card, but you can. Just take out a cash advance for me, please.” “Absolutely not. I need my credit line for emergencies. What about the millions the system deposited into your account last week? Just use that.” Mentioning that money only made Daisy more hysterical. “I can’t touch it. The funds are locked until I successfully frame Seraphina, ruin the Kensington family, and fully siphon away her heiress luck. But she completely ruined the script. She practically bragged about being a charity case on the first day. I had all the fake receipts lined up to destroy her, and she made them useless.” “That is an easy fix. Just do this.” Connor let out a dark chuckle, leaning down to whisper directly into Daisy’s ear. I couldn’t hear the specifics of their new plot, but I knew it was going to be vile. Just to be safe, I ordered a batch of micro-cameras online and started keeping them in my pockets at all times. The night before the weekend, the class group chat lit up. Daisy, who was supposedly drowning in system debt, was renting out a massive VIP room at a high-end karaoke lounge and inviting the whole class. Terrified I would bail, she tagged me repeatedly, making it clear my attendance was mandatory. I smiled to myself and typed a simple “See you there” into the chat. I was dying to see what kind of trap they had set. The next evening, Harper and I arrived straight from our shifts. A crowd of classmates were already hovering around Daisy, obsessing over the jewelry on her wrist. Daisy was basking in the attention, her voice dripping with fake humility. “Oh, this? It is just a little gift from my parents. The pink diamond alone was half a million, but the whole piece appraised for around two million dollars.” I took one glance at the bracelet. Under the club’s neon lights, the stones looked completely dead. No fire, no brilliance. Compared to the real diamonds my mother bought me, it was painfully obvious it was a cheap knock-off. But a bunch of college freshmen had no idea what to look for. “Oh my god. No wonder it is so sparkly. I have never seen anything so expensive in my life.” “You better keep a close eye on that, Daisy. If you lose it, I would literally die.” Daisy waved off their compliments and enthusiastically dragged me over to sit right next to her. She even went out of her way to place my canvas tote bag on the chair tucked into the dark corner behind us. I watched her every move like a hawk, but aside from a quick trip to the bathroom, she never left the couch. I waited for hours. By the time everyone was packing up to leave, she still had not done anything suspicious. I started to wonder if I was just being paranoid. But right as everyone was putting on their jackets, Daisy suddenly let out a piercing gasp, grabbing her empty right wrist. “My bracelet. The diamond bracelet my parents gave me is gone.” Hearing that a two-million-dollar piece of jewelry was missing, the entire class panicked and started tearing the room apart looking for it. They checked under every couch cushion and behind the TV, but it was nowhere to be found. Daisy covered her face, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. “Did someone pick it up and decide to keep it? Please, if you found it, just give it back. It is a family heirloom. I will literally buy you whatever you want as a reward, just please don’t steal it.”

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My consciousness was trapped within my own heart, reawakening inside Vivian Vance. It was then I understood. That so-called car accident was nothing but a smokescreen. Their real target was my heart. Eden Brown, my fiancé of five years, had ended my life with his own surgical knife. He covered me with a white sheet, declared my death, then turned and gently told Vivian, “Vivian, I’ve given you her heart.” Vivian Vance, my best friend for ten years, was the ultimate beneficiary of this murder. It turned out that on the third day after I was declared brain dead, Eden had personally closed my eyes and then performed the heart removal surgery. They treated me as mere “consumable material” to provide a heart, unaware that from inside Vivian’s chest, I could clearly see all their ugly faces. The shadowless lamp in the operating room was colder than any light in a morgue. Eden, in his sterile gown, his profile as handsome as ever, looked at Vivian with a tenderness I had never seen before. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Vivian’s forehead. “Vivian, don’t be afraid.” “With her heart, you will be reborn.” “From now on, you must love me twice as much, for her sake too.” Vivian lay on the adjacent operating table, her face pale, yet a victor’s smile played at the corners of her eyes. “Eden, I’ve waited for this day for so long.” “Chloe… will she disappear completely?” Eden’s hand, holding the scalpel, was steady, without a single tremor. He even let out a soft chuckle, his tone resolute and cruel. “Of course. I’ve already signed the death certificate.” “An accidental car crash, brain death. No suspicious details.” So, that sudden car accident was meticulously planned by them. My best friend and the man I loved most. We were the envy of outsiders, an unbreakable trio. Eden was a top cardiac surgeon, I was a rising designer, and Vivian was our mutual friend. I believed our friendship and love were indestructible. I shared everything with Vivian, including my fiancé, Eden. I thought she was frail and needed care, so I asked Eden to look after her more. I thought she was lonely, so I invited her to live with us in our wedding home, sharing meals and space. I even gave her the wedding gown I designed myself, which was meant for me, as a birthday gift. I said, “Vivian, when you get married someday, I’ll design an even more beautiful one for you.” At the time, she was moved to tears, hugging me and saying, “Chloe, you’re the best friend I’ll ever have.” Looking back now, it’s nothing short of ironic. The moment the scalpel sliced open my chest, I felt no physical pain. Only the excruciating agony of my soul being ripped apart. I watched my heart, held in Eden’s hand. That heart that had beaten for him for ten whole years. He didn’t spare it a single glance, walking directly to Vivian. “Vivian, close your eyes. It’ll be over soon.” He soothed her tenderly, just as he had soothed me countless times when I was ill. No, even more gently than he had ever treated me. As my heart was placed into Vivian’s chest, as her blood merged with my heart. I thought my soul would dissipate then and there. But a powerful suction force firmly locked my consciousness into that confined space. I, inside Vivian’s body, had come back to life. Vivian’s heart transplant surgery was a tremendous success. Eden had pulled nearly every string he had, arranging for the best post-operative care team for her. He stayed by Vivian’s bedside twenty-four hours a day, never leaving her side. And I, like a spectator trapped in a cage, was forced to watch their display of affection. I couldn’t control this body, couldn’t even make a sound. I could only listen, only watch. Watching Eden peel apples for her, feed her water. Watching him carefully wipe her body, his eyes full of tenderness and adoration. All of these had once been exclusively mine. Vivian revelled in it all, like a queen, openly accepting Eden’s devoted service. “Eden, I want a bubble tea from that new shop downstairs, full of taro paste and boba.” Eden immediately put down what he was doing, without a hint of impatience. “Okay, you lie still. I’ll go get it right away.” After he left, the fragility on Vivian’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a triumphant smirk. She took out her phone, opening a photo of Eden and me. In the picture, I was smiling brightly, leaning intimately against Eden’s shoulder. Vivian extended a finger and harshly swiped across my face. “Chloe, you really were a fool.” “Did you truly believe Eden loved you?” “He’s loved me since college. Being with you was just because your heart was healthy enough to prolong my life.” “Your fiancé, your love… now, even your heart is mine.” “Everything you had, I’ve taken. Aren’t you happy?” My consciousness was screaming, yelling. But translated to this body, it only caused Vivian’s fingertips to tremble slightly. She frowned, dismissed it, and deleted the photo. Soon, Eden returned with the bubble tea. He carefully inserted the straw and held it to Vivian’s lips. Vivian took a big gulp, but then suddenly grimaced. “Ugh, why is it so sweet? It’s sickening.” She pushed the bubble tea away with a look of disgust. Eden looked somewhat perplexed. “Didn’t you used to love this kind, full sugar?” “I don’t know, it just suddenly feels really nauseating,” Vivian said, annoyed. My consciousness sneered. That’s right, Vivian had an insatiable sweet tooth, while I absolutely detested overly sweet things. My greatest love was bitter black coffee. The game, it seemed, could now begin. The next day, Vivian was finally able to get out of bed and walk around. Eden supported her as they strolled through the hospital garden. As they passed the hospital coffee shop, Vivian’s steps involuntarily halted. The rich aroma of coffee wafted over, and I felt a long-lost craving. Vivian, however, covered her nose. “It’s so bitter, let’s hurry up and leave.” Yet, her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her mouth, under the strong influence of my consciousness, even opened uncontrollably. “I… want a cup of black coffee.” Eden froze. He stared at Vivian, his eyes filled with scrutiny and confusion. “Vivian, you never drink coffee, especially not black coffee.” Vivian also panicked. She could feel that uncontrollable urge within her body. “I… I don’t know, I just… suddenly wanted to try it,” she stammered, explaining. Eden gave her a deep look, but eventually conceded. “Alright, I’ll get you one, but you can only have a small sip.” When that piping hot, pure black coffee was handed to Vivian, my consciousness trembled with excitement. Under Eden’s gaze, Vivian reluctantly took a small, disgusted sip. The bitter liquid slid down her throat, and she almost gagged. But the next second, a strange sense of satisfaction spread from the location of her heart, through every inch of her body. It was my lingering obsession, finally sated. Vivian’s expression transformed from a pained grimace to a momentary look of bewilderment and comfort. This subtle change did not escape Eden’s eyes. His brow furrowed even deeper. On the day she was discharged, Eden took Vivian back to the home he and I had shared, our marital home. Everything there was exactly as it had been before my death. My design drafts lay scattered on the desk, my clothes still hung in the wardrobe, and the air even carried the faint scent of my usual perfume. Eden apparently had no intention of clearing out my belongings. The moment Vivian stepped through the door, she eagerly asserted her claim. She walked into the walk-in closet and threw out all my clothes. “Eden, throw away all this junk, it’s an eyesore.” A flicker of displeasure crossed Eden’s face, but he complied. He packed my clothes one by one, as if packaging a past he had personally buried. I watched my favourite red dress, destined for an awards ceremony, being nonchalantly shoved into a trash bag. I remembered smiling and asking him, “Eden, do I look pretty in this?” He had kissed my eyes then and said, “My Chloe looks beautiful in anything.” The vows still echoed, but his heart had changed. That night, Eden and Vivian lay on the bed that had once been ours. In the darkness, I could feel Vivian’s anticipation and excitement, and Eden’s… slight distraction. Vivian wrapped herself around him like a snake. “Eden, I’m all better, we can…” But Eden suddenly rolled over, turning his back to her. “Vivian, you just had surgery. Your body still needs to recover.” Vivian’s body stiffened. This was the first time Eden had refused her since they’d been together. “Eden, what’s wrong?” Eden was silent for a long time before he finally whispered, “Nothing, go to sleep.” But I knew he wasn’t asleep. Because in the dead of night, I heard him unconsciously murmur a name. “Chloe…” That single “Chloe,” like a bolt of lightning, struck Vivian’s heart. It was also like a powerful shot of adrenaline, injecting itself into my consciousness. The next day, Vivian’s face was dark. She confronted Eden, “Whose name did you call last night?” Eden, in the middle of tying his tie, paused, his eyes a little evasive. “I just had a dream, don’t overthink it.” Vivian wouldn’t let it go. “You dreamt of Chloe? Are you still thinking about her?” Eden’s patience seemed to wear thin. He turned, grabbing Vivian’s chin, his grip a little rough. “Vivian, Chloe is dead.” “The one standing alive in front of me now is you.” “Stop being unreasonable.” His tone was cold, and Vivian’s eyes immediately welled up. “I’m sorry, Eden, I’m just… so scared.” “I’m afraid you still love her.” Eden’s expression softened. He sighed and pulled her into a hug. “Fool, you’re the one I’ve always loved. For her, perhaps there was some affection, but more than that… it was guilt.” “I will spend my life making it up to you.” The same old excuses. I watched their saccharine charade with cold contempt, finding it nothing short of nauseating. After Eden left for work, Vivian was alone in the empty mansion. Bored, she turned on the TV, but every channel irritated her. Finally, her gaze fell upon the cluttered design desk in the study. On it were my unfinished graduation design drafts. It was the work I had poured countless hours into, intending to submit it to an international competition. Vivian walked over, picked up a design draft, and scoffed contemptuously. “What a mess.” She casually picked up a pen, intending to doodle on it. But the moment the pen tip touched the paper, her hand moved beyond her control. Driven by my intense consciousness, her wrist began to dance across the paper with a professional, fluid grace completely unfamiliar to her. The lines, contours, and details I had conceived a thousand times in my mind were now manifesting through her hand. Vivian’s eyes widened in horror. She wanted to stop, to throw the pen away. But her body, as if possessed, completely disobeyed her. She could only watch herself, stroke by stroke, completing my unfinished work to perfection. When the final stroke fell, the entire design draft burst forth with astonishing vitality. Vivian’s hand finally regained control. She dropped the pen as if shocked by electricity, backing away rapidly. She stared at the flawless gown on the paper, cold sweat trickling down her back. “No… I didn’t draw this…” “It’s Chloe… it’s her! She’s back!” She shrieked, stumbling out of the study. And I, looking at the design draft that embodied all my dreams and hard work, for the first time, felt the thrill of revenge in another’s body. This, was just the beginning. When Eden returned, he found Vivian huddled in the corner of the sofa, trembling. “What’s wrong? You look awful.” Vivian clung to him like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline, her voice shaking. “Eden, there’s a ghost! There’s a ghost in the mansion!” “It’s Chloe, she’s back! She’s possessed me!” She incoherently recounted what had happened that afternoon. Eden’s brows furrowed deeply. He led Vivian to the study. When he saw the completed design draft, his pupils constricted sharply. The style of this drawing, the unique brushstrokes—without a doubt, they belonged to Chloe. It was even more mature, more stunning than Chloe’s previous works. This was absolutely something Vivian, who knew nothing about design, could not have drawn. “Eden, believe me, I really didn’t draw it!” Vivian cried. Eden silently gazed at the drawing, his eyes dark and unreadable. After a long moment, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse. “Vivian, you’re too tired, you’re hallucinating.” “There are no ghosts in this world.” He took Vivian back to their room, even giving her a sedative injection. Vivian quickly fell asleep. Eden, however, returned to the study alone. He stood before the design desk, his fingertips gently tracing the paper, as if caressing a precious treasure. His gaze held a mixture of obsession and pain that I had never seen before. “Chloe… is that you?” “Are you really… back?” He whispered, like a madman. From that day on, Eden grew increasingly strange. He began calling my name, looking at Vivian’s face. One time, Vivian was humming a song in the kitchen, her favorite pop tune. Eden walked over, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear, “Chloe, stop singing, I want to hear you sing ‘Moonlight’.” “Moonlight” was my favorite song. Vivian’s singing stopped abruptly, her body stiff. “Eden, what did you call me?” Eden, as if waking from a dream, released her. “Nothing, I misheard.” Another time, they went to a restaurant for dinner. Vivian ordered her favorite strawberry cake. Eden, however, frowned, pushed the cake aside, and replaced it with a cup of black coffee. “Too many sweets are bad for your heart,” he said flatly. Then, he gazed at Vivian, a hint of expectation in his eyes. “Try this, you’ll like it.” Under my influence, Vivian no longer resisted black coffee as much. She hesitantly took a sip. Eden, seeing her lack of disgust, actually let out a satisfied smile. That smile held a morbid fascination and a maniacal joy. Vivian felt a chill run down her spine. Who did Eden truly love? Was it Vivian Vance, or was it the shadow of Chloe, wearing her skin?

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I decided to divorce Mindy Wilson on the third day of our wedding anniversary trip. We had planned this trip for nine months, but she insisted on bringing her male assistant along, claiming she couldn’t neglect work. No matter how much I objected, it was useless. When I told her my decision to divorce, she asked, incredulously, if I was joking. I didn’t hesitate; I just nodded, clearly telling her again: “Yes, divorce.” “We don’t need to live this exhausting life. Let’s end it here.” That was my final summary of our relationship. 1 “A reason?” Mindy Wilson’s eyebrows shot up. “Marcus Heckerling, you better explain yourself clearly.” I leaned against the hotel room window, outside was the azure water of the Maldives. We were supposed to be spending a romantic fifth wedding anniversary here; this was a beautiful trip I had painstakingly planned for over half a year. But now, I only found that blue offensively garish. “You’ll know the reason soon enough.” Just then, the doorbell rang. Mindy turned, and the male assistant appeared at the door. “Ms. Wilson, the ten o’clock conference call is about to start.” Adrian Miller’s voice was deliberately lowered, thick with an unctuous tenderness. His gaze swept over me, a fleeting smirk of triumph playing on his lips. My expression remained calm. “Mindy Wilson, two days into our trip, you and your male assistant have had over a dozen conference calls.” “Day or night, you two spend more time together than you do with me.” “Do you think this marriage still needs to be maintained?” Mindy frowned, “Is there something wrong with that? You know how important this merger is to me!” “Merger?” I took a step forward, looking directly into her eyes. “For our fifth wedding anniversary trip, you brought three suitcases.” “Two of them were filled with documents.” “You didn’t pack a single outfit for me, didn’t even bring your own swimsuit, but you remembered to prepare three suits for Adrian.” “Can you explain why?” Mindy was speechless. Adrian stepped in at just the right moment, a nauseatingly humble smile on his face. “Mr. Heckerling, it’s all my fault.” “I didn’t arrange the meeting times properly, affecting your and Ms. Wilson’s itinerary.” He lowered his head slightly, his bangs falling forward, making him look innocent and wronged. “Ms. Wilson has been under too much stress lately, sometimes she forgets things. Please don’t blame her.” I watched his performance, noticing that as he spoke, his fingers unconsciously brushed Mindy’s wrist. A seemingly unintentional but deliberately intimate touch, and Mindy didn’t pull away. “Mr. Miller,” I said, my face hardening, “when I’m speaking with my wife, it’s not your place to interrupt.” Adrian immediately took half a step back. “I’m sorry, Mr. Heckerling, I was wrong.” He looked at Mindy, his eyes like a puppy caught in the rain. So pathetic. “Ms. Wilson, I’ll go prepare the meeting materials then. I won’t disturb you further.” “Wait.” Mindy grabbed his arm. She turned to me, her eyes holding that familiar stubbornness. “Marcus, don’t be unreasonable. You know the special nature of my work.” I retorted, “Special enough to share a room with your assistant discussing until two in the morning?” Then I pulled out my phone and opened my photo gallery. “Special enough that he can call you Mindy, but I, your husband, have to make an appointment just to have dinner with you?” Adrian’s face changed, but he quickly put on his innocent expression again. “Mr. Heckerling, you’ve misunderstood.” “Yesterday, because there were so many documents, we…” “Shut up.” I cut him off without ceremony. Mindy’s brows furrowed. “Marcus! How can you speak to Adrian like that? He’s my most competent assistant!” I scoffed, directly retorting, “Since he’s so excellent, then I ask, how much has he contributed to the company? How many big deals has he closed for the company?” Mindy was speechless for a moment. Adrian lowered his head, feigning self-reproach. “Mr. Heckerling is right, I do have many shortcomings and haven’t been able to share more of Ms. Wilson’s pressure.” Seeing this, Mindy immediately patted his shoulder with a pained expression, then glared at me. “Marcus, that’s enough!” “Adrian has been working almost day and night for this merger. Can’t you see his dedication?” “What right do you have to question him?” “Day and night?” I sneered. “Yes, even on our anniversary trip, he has to be stuck to you day and night. How tiring for him.” Mindy’s face flushed instantly, and she raised her voice. “Can you stop being so sarcastic?” “Adrian is my assistant, his job is to assist me. What’s wrong with that?” “Are you expecting me to drop all my work because of your unreasonable behavior?” “My unreasonable behavior?” I repeated her words, suddenly finding it incredibly absurd and laughable. I pointed at Adrian. “You two shared a room until dawn last night. As your husband, I was left alone in an empty bed.” “He blatantly touched your hand in front of me, and you couldn’t even be bothered to flinch.” “Ever since he joined the company, no matter what, if he opens his mouth, it’s always my fault.” “I can’t even question him!” “So all of this, in your eyes, is my unreasonable behavior?” Adrian quickly interjected, “Mr. Heckerling, you’ve really misunderstood. I only have respect for Ms. Wilson, absolutely no other intentions!” “No other intentions?” I sneered, “Not even a dog would believe your words!” Mindy exploded like gunpowder, shielding Adrian behind her. “Marcus, that’s enough!” “Adrian is my employee, and he’s my friend. I won’t allow you to insult him like that!” 2 I stared into her eyes, trying to find a trace of guilt or hesitation. But there was only stubbornness and anger. I suddenly felt tired, exhausted. Too weary to listen to any more of this nonsense, I simply turned and left. “Marcus!” Mindy called after me, her voice laced with a hint of panic. “Where are you going?” I didn’t look back. That night, I sat on the patio smoking. Mindy returned. “Marcus.” Her voice was much softer than during the day, with a deliberate hint of conciliation. “There are a lot of mosquitoes out here, come inside.” I didn’t move, just stared at the dark ocean outside the window. She sighed, walked over to me, and reached out to take the cigarette from my hand. I subtly shifted, avoiding her. Her slender fingers paused awkwardly in the air for a few seconds. “Don’t be like this,” she whispered. “We need to talk calmly and properly.” Only then did I look up at her. She was wearing a black, sexy lace negligee, the sheer fabric barely covering anything, gleaming seductively in the moonlight. This was a gift I’d given her on our honeymoon, which she’d always refused to wear, saying it was too revealing. I was surprised she’d brought it this time. “Does it look good?” She tilted her head slightly, a tempting smile playing on her lips. I extinguished my cigarette, stood up, and walked past her towards the room. “Put some clothes on. We need to discuss the divorce papers.” “Marcus!” She chased after me, grabbing my wrist. “What do you want from me?” “You know how much I love you, I don’t want a divorce!” I stopped, turning to face her directly. “If you don’t want a divorce, it’s simple.” “Fire Adrian immediately and promise never to have any contact with him again.” “Can you do that?” The expression on her face instantly froze. She let go of my hand and stepped back. “Just because he’s my assistant, you want me to fire someone who’s vital to the company?” “Vital?” I sneered. “He hasn’t completed a single independent project in the six months he’s been with the company. He only keeps his job by clinging to you.” “Mindy Wilson, you’re not an idiot. You’re an adult. Stop playing dumb.” Her cheeks flushed with anger. “You’re too petty! Adrian is diligent and responsible, this merger wouldn’t have been possible without him…” “Without him, it wouldn’t affect your ability to get the job done.” I cut her off without ceremony. “But you chose to let him infiltrate every corner of our lives.” “Our wedding anniversary, you brought him along.” “Our dinner date, he sat at the next table.” “Now, even during our conversation by the bed, you’re defending him.” Mindy’s chest heaved, her black lingerie trembling slightly with each breath, creating an alluring shadow in the moonlight. In the past, I would have already pulled her into my arms. But now, I only felt a surge of weariness. “You don’t understand,” she still tried to explain. “Work is like this, I need his assistance.” My voice rose. “Mindy Wilson, I’m not discussing this with you anymore.” “Either he goes, or we’re over.” “There’s no third option.” Her eyes widened; she seemed not to expect me to be so firm. Suddenly, a harsh phone ring broke the stalemate. Mindy hurried to the bedside table, glanced at the caller ID, and visibly tensed. I didn’t need to guess; it had to be Adrian calling at this hour. She answered, her expression swiftly changing from worry to panic. “What? You fell? Is it serious?” “…Okay, I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, she hastily grabbed a jacket and started to leave, not even stopping to change out of her sexy lingerie. “Mindy Wilson.” My voice was chillingly calm. “If you walk out that door today, the divorce is final.” Her hand was already on the doorknob. At my words, she paused. Time seemed to freeze; I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat. Three seconds, five seconds. She turned her head, her eyes holding an unfamiliarity I’d never seen before. “Marcus, don’t be like this,” her voice pleaded. “Adrian is really hurt. This isn’t home, he’s alone with no one to care for him…” “So what?” I straightened up. “The hotel has doctors, staff, they can even call an ambulance.” “He’s not a three-year-old child, and you’re not his mother.” Mindy: “But he’s hurt because he was working late…” “Choose, Mindy Wilson,” I cut her off. “Now, immediately.” Her lips trembled, a flicker of an emotion I couldn’t read in her eyes. Finally, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon.” The night wind blew away my last shred of hesitation. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. “Mr. Davies, regarding the divorce agreement, let’s discuss it in detail tomorrow after I return home.” 3 Mindy Wilson didn’t return all night. At four in the morning, my phone vibrated. I opened social media and saw Adrian had just posted an update. In the photo, he was sitting on a lounge chair on the hotel patio, his knee wrapped in bandages, holding a glass of champagne. Mindy stood behind him, leaning slightly close to his shoulder, a bright smile on her face. “Far from home, grateful for your company.” I closed social media and booked the earliest flight back home. As I boarded, a stranger sent me a video. In the video, a man and a woman were tumbling on a bed, kissing passionately. Though their faces were a bit blurry, I recognized the female lead immediately. I tightened my lips, directly turning off my phone. When the plane landed and I turned on my phone, dozens of missed calls and messages immediately popped up, all from Mindy. I was about to turn it off again when her call came through. “Marcus!” Her voice was distinctly angry. “Where are you? Why did you suddenly come back?” “Suddenly?” My tone was calm. “I thought my intentions were quite clear.” “Just because I went to take care of Adrian last night, you just left me and took off?” Her voice suddenly sharpened. “Do you know how worried I was, alone in that hotel?” I laughed sarcastically. “I saw you and Adrian having a great time, even posting on social media. You actually had time to worry about me?” Silence on the other end for a moment, then her slightly guilty voice came through. “He posted on social media?” “The photos are quite good,” I said coldly. “Marcus, do you have to be so sarcastic?” “Adrian fell and got hurt last night. I just went to help him with his injuries!” “As his boss and a friend, I have an obligation to look after him.” My patience completely evaporated. I sneered, “Mindy Wilson, don’t take me for a fool.” “You’re utterly unreasonable!” “Adrian and I are completely innocent. You’re just petty, you always have to think the worst!” “Whether you’re innocent or not, you know in your heart. Just wait for my divorce papers.” “Marcus!” Her voice finally carried a hint of panic. “Are you really going to divorce me over a small matter?” “It’s only a small matter to you.” “But for me, it’s a man’s bottom line.” I heard her hurried breathing on the other end, as if she still wanted to say something. But I didn’t give her the chance; I just hung up. The next day, Mindy, as if deliberately provoking me, frequently updated her social media. Sometimes it was photos of her and Adrian eating at a restaurant, sometimes she showed off gifts she received, with ambiguous captions. “Thanks to someone for the surprise, all the hard work is worth it.” I scrolled past them expressionlessly, sending her the divorce papers with the assets divided. Soon, Mindy called. “Marcus, what is this supposed to mean?” “You really think I can’t live without you, don’t you?” Too lazy to argue, I simply hung up and blocked her number. Seven nights later, on a stormy evening, I was at a friend’s gathering. A strange number sent another video. In the video, Adrian was wearing my silk pajamas, holding a glass of red wine, looking up at the huge wedding photo of Mindy and me. A mocking sneer hung on his lips, and on the bed was the sexy lingerie I bought Mindy, disheveled. An indescribable fury surged from the depths of my heart. Mindy and I weren’t even divorced yet, and he was brazenly occupying my house, acting like the man of the house. He had gone too far!

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