The day I won a BMW in a lottery, I, Laurel Pierce, suddenly received a call from myself ten years in the future. “Marshall will definitely ask to borrow your car later. Don’t agree! He’ll use your car to pay off gambling debts!” I didn’t doubt it for a second and decisively refused my brother Marshall Pierce when he asked to borrow my car. That night, he had to drive the old car to visit our parents, Arthur Pierce and Claire Pierce. On the way, the vehicle lost control, and he was severely injured on the spot, eventually ending up in a vegetative state. I blamed myself to the point of fainting; it was Arthur and Claire’s constant care day and night that helped me pull through. But my future self sneered, “They’re doing all this just to trick you onto the operating table and give your heart to Marshall.” When I actually found the donation report in their bag, I angrily blocked them and kicked them out of the house. It wasn’t until later, when I received the news of Marshall’s death due to blood loss, that I realized they only wanted my blood to save his life. I immediately dialed Arthur’s number, wanting to apologize, wanting to explain everything. My future self said again, “They hate you to death because of Marshall’s death and want you dead. If you go, they’ll just drag you into a suicide together.” I stopped in my tracks, thinking I’d wait for them to calm down and talk properly again. In the end, I received the news that intruders broke into the house and killed them! I wanted to rush to see them one last time but was hit by a truck and killed. Until my death, I couldn’t understand why the me from ten years later would deliberately want to kill me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I won the prize. ***** “Laurel, listen to me. Marshall will definitely ask to borrow your car later, but you absolutely can’t lend it to him. He just wants to use it to pay off his debt.” A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I jolted suddenly, dropping my phone to the ground. “Ms. Pierce, congratulations on winning a BMW sedan!” The staff member handed over the car keys with a smile. Looking at the car keys, I finally confirmed that I had been reborn to the day I first received a call from my future self. On the phone, my future self from ten years later warned me not to agree to Marshall’s request to borrow the car. At first, I didn’t believe it. Seeing the identical phone number, I thought it was someone’s prank. But when she revealed a secret I had never told anyone, I had to believe she was my future self from ten years later. She swore to me that after borrowing my BMW, Marshall would immediately use it to pay off his debts. So when Marshall called to borrow the car, I firmly refused. The result was that, that evening, when Marshall went home to visit Arthur and Claire, he suddenly had a car accident and became a vegetative state. The subsequent report revealed that his car malfunctioned due to aging. If he had been driving a new car, the accident could have been avoided! It was because I refused to lend the car that Marshall had the accident. I cried until I passed out, blaming myself for not giving him the car, which caused his accident. It was Arthur and Claire’s constant care day and night that helped me regain my strength. After my mood gradually improved, the mocking voice of my future self came through the phone again. “They’re all pretending! At the time, I also thought they genuinely cared about me, so I let my guard down and drank the water with sedatives. “When I woke up, I was already tied to the operating table, about to be forced to give my heart to Marshall.” Following the guidance of my future self, I found the donation report in their bag. I angrily kicked Arthur and Claire out of the house, ignoring their knocking on the door all night. It wasn’t until I later received the news that Marshall died from insufficient blood supply that I realized all they wanted was my blood. I was overwhelmed with guilt and wanted to apologize to Arthur and Claire and tell them the truth. At this moment, my future self called again. “This time, you must listen to me. Mom and Dad hate you to the extreme because of Marshall’s death, and they don’t want to live anymore. If you go now, they won’t listen to anything and will only drag you into suicide with them.” So, I gave up on the decision to apologize and decided to wait until they calmed down to have a proper talk with them. That night, a thief broke into my house and killed the devastated Arthur and Claire. My mind was in chaos, and I wanted to rush back to see them one last time, but I was hit by a truck and killed on the way. Before I died, my future self called again, and I heard a cold laugh coming from the phone. This time, with my rebirth, I will take control of my destiny and never repeat the tragedy of my past life. Regaining my composure, I directly ignored my future self’s warning and sent Marshall a text message. [Marshall, I won a BMW in a lottery. You’ve always loved cars, want to try it out for a few days?]

Marshall rushed over as soon as he heard about my lottery win. He stared intently at the car I had just picked up. “Congratulations, Laurel.” “Marshall, you’re here? Come on, give it a try!” I nudged his shoulder and shoved him into the car. Marshall sat in the driver’s seat, and as soon as his hand touched the steering wheel, his eyes lit up instantly. He kept muttering, “What a car, truly a great car.” Seeing how much he loved it, I recalled the tragic car accident he had in the previous life and handed him the car keys directly. “Laurel, what are you doing?” he asked, a bit surprised. I smiled and said, “Take it and drive. You’ve been using that old car for over ten years; it’s time for a change.” Marshall looked a bit embarrassed, but his hands kept moving on the steering wheel. He said, “This is your prize; it doesn’t feel right for me to drive it.” I said, “It’s fine, we’re family, why be so formal?” “Besides, a good car should be driven by someone who knows cars, right?” He finally took the keys. “Alright then.” Watching him drive away in the new car, I felt a sense of relief. I had made a different choice from my previous life, so this time, things shouldn’t go wrong. But before I could feel happy, I received a call from the hospital that very night. The doctor said, “Is this Ms. Pierce? Your brother just had a car accident. Please come to the hospital.” “Accident?” I was in disbelief. “How is that possible? He just got a new car today.” The doctor continued, “His condition is critical right now. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible.” When I arrived at the hospital, I was confused. I couldn’t understand why Marshall still had an accident. I had already stopped him from driving that old car, so why did this still happen? “What happened to him?” I asked anxiously. Marshall’s wife, Irene Foster, who arrived first, was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. Hearing my voice, she lost control and rushed at me, grabbing my neck and screaming, “You jinx!” “If Marshall hadn’t crawled up with half his life left and been found by a passerby, my child would have lost his dad right after being born!” “Family members, please calm down!” The medical staff hurriedly separated us. A doctor explained the situation to me, “Marshall drove off the cliff while on a mountain road. When the ambulance arrived, they only found a few scattered fragments. The car must have already fallen.” “He was covered in blood and his face was unrecognizable; we only managed to identify him through the ID card found nearby.” “But his car was brand new, there shouldn’t have been any issues!” I said, puzzled. Irene glared at me with red eyes. “You know Marshall loves his car the most! If it weren’t for you insisting he take the BMW, would this have happened?” I thought, “Did I hurt Marshall again? How could that be?” The doctor told me, “Maybe the feel of the new car was different from what he usually drove, and he misjudged the power while turning, which caused him to go off the cliff.” I felt like I was struck by lightning on a clear day, unable to even stand steady. I thought that as long as he replaced that old car, he wouldn’t have an accident. But now, because I insisted he drive the new car, it caused him to fall off the mountain. I thought, “Was it my stubbornness that pushed him to the edge of death again?” Arthur stood aside and said, “It’s not your fault, you just wanted Marshall to drive a good car.” Claire hugged me and comforted me, “Marshall was rescued in time and is out of danger. He will definitely get better.” I broke down and cried in Claire’s arms. Afraid I would stay trapped in guilt, Arthur and Claire took care of me day and night, constantly checking on me. I felt their warmth, and my mood gradually improved. I suddenly remembered that it was the same in my past life, with the phone about to warn me to beware of Arthur and Claire’s actions. I clearly didn’t press the answer button, yet the call was automatically picked up. “Laurel, I’m also very upset about Marshall’s injury, but this isn’t your fault. “Trust me, don’t drink the water Mom and Dad give you. They want to take you to the hospital to transplant your heart to Marshall.”

That day, Claire brought me a glass of water. I took out the donation agreement I found in Arthur’s bag and asked directly, “Are you planning to have me donate blood to Marshall?” Claire’s hand froze instantly, and she awkwardly glanced at me and Arthur. Arthur looked guilty. “Laurel, haven’t you been afraid of blood since childhood? We were worried…” I immediately interrupted him, “No, I’m willing!” “I’m afraid of blood, yes, but Marshall’s life is more important!” In my previous life, it was my lack of cooperation that made Marshall miss the best time for a blood transfusion. In this life, as long as I cooperate, Marshall will definitely be fine. I signed my name on the consent form. Claire looked at me, deeply moved. “Laurel, you’ve grown up and become more sensible.” In this life, I went to the hospital with Arthur and Claire for surgery, fully conscious. After the surgery, I woke up feeling sore all over. As soon as I got out of bed, I couldn’t stop coughing and even ended up coughing out a few blood clots. I hurriedly looked away, feeling a wave of dizziness in my head. I thought, “Has my immunity weakened? Why am I having such a strong reaction just from donating blood?” Before I could figure it out, the ward door was suddenly kicked open. It was Irene. As soon as she came in, she started yelling at me, “You murderer! You killed Marshall!” I was stunned. “How did he die? Didn’t he already receive my blood?” I don’t understand why, even though I obediently followed Arthur and Claire to donate blood this time instead of coming as instructed by the call, I still couldn’t escape Marshall’s fate of death. Irene ignored my daze and kept pressing, “Why are you pretending to be innocent? You did it on purpose.” “You clearly have AIDS, yet you gave virus-infected blood to Marshall!” “He developed severe complications after the transfusion and died right on the operating table.” “Why did you harm him like this? Was it because he damaged your BMW? How could you be so vicious?” I was shocked, thinking, “I have AIDS? How is that possible!” “I didn’t, how could I do this to him?” I explained to Irene. She interrupted me, “You still dare to argue! Otherwise, how could Marshall have died!” “I’ll test your blood sample right now and see how long you can keep arguing!” She cursed and ran off with my blood sample for testing. After a while, she stormed towards me and slapped me hard. She said, “The evidence is conclusive. How do you plan to deny it now?” I clutched my face in pain, staring in disbelief at the test results she held up in front of me. The blood I donated to Marshall did indeed carry the HIV virus. My vision went black, my legs went weak, and I could barely stand. I’ve always lived a clean life, never missed my annual check-ups, and all my indicators were normal. How could I possibly have HIV? Irene grew more hysterical, starting to punch and kick me. “Marshall has cherished you since childhood, yet you treat him like this at such a critical moment. He’ll never forgive you.” Every word she said felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. I started doubting myself, thinking, “Could it really be me who killed Marshall?” Arthur urged, “That’s enough, Irene! Marshall is already gone, so stop targeting Laurel. Just go back.” Irene gritted her teeth and said, “You’re not even worth hitting! Spoiled brat!” Finally, under Arthur and Claire’s persuasion, she shot me a fierce glare before storming off angrily to handle Marshall’s funeral arrangements. A deep sense of guilt overwhelmed me, and I blamed myself to the extreme. “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad.” “I really didn’t mean to harm Marshall.” “I just wanted to save him. I don’t even know why I tested positive for HIV.” I could only keep apologizing over and over. Claire shook her head and just hugged me. “Let’s not talk about this, Laurel. Let’s go home and eat.” The phone rang, and my future self said coldly, “You killed Marshall. Mom and Dad hate you now. When they return, they’ll take you with them to commit suicide.”

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My name is Liam Hayes. After my wife Fiona Harrison’s sister, Grace Harrison, became pregnant with her son Oliver, who has supermale syndrome, the whole family could hear his thoughts. Oliver said, “The doctor is just jealous that I’m a prodigy, that’s why they advised you to abort! You absolutely can’t abort me!” “I’m a genius, I can predict lottery numbers and help you win big!” After I earnestly explained the dangers of supermale syndrome, Grace finally had an abortion. But two days later, the lottery numbers Oliver predicted actually won. The whole family instantly turned against me, angrily accusing me of being selfish and jealous that Grace was carrying a genius son. Grace completely lost her mind and grabbed a kitchen knife to kill me. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day Grace was found to be carrying a fetus with supermale syndrome. This time, I decided not to interfere. ***** “Mom, you can’t abort me, I’m a prodigy. “I can predict lottery winning numbers. If you don’t believe me, buy a ticket first. If it wins in two days, you’ll know if it’s true.” Hearing Oliver’s inner voice, the whole family was stunned. Grace hesitated for a moment and cautiously looked at her parents, Benjamin Harrison and Victoria Harrison. “Mom, Dad, did you hear that?” The two nodded stiffly. Victoria looked conflicted and turned to me. “Liam, do you have any suggestions?” I gently smiled at her. “You’re the elder, it’s up to you.” In my previous life, it was Benjamin and Victoria who asked me to persuade Grace to have an abortion. As Grace’s biological parents, they found it inconvenient to say such things, but I, as an outsider working in a hospital, knew more. But after winning the lottery, they all blamed me. Benjamin and Victoria accused me of being jealous of Grace because Fiona and I couldn’t have children. Fiona slapped me dozens of times, leaving my face swollen. Grace, driven to madness, grabbed a kitchen knife and killed me. I begged them for help, but all I saw were their cold and disgusted looks. In this life, I won’t do such things again. Once a woman conceives a fetus with supermale syndrome, her body secretes a special hormone that strongly suppresses any thoughts of terminating the pregnancy. Grace was already unwilling to have an abortion. After hearing Oliver’s words, she said, “Why don’t we buy a lottery ticket first and see? What if we win?” Oliver immediately got excited and said, “Mom, trust me, I’m so happy. You must stay away from Liam, he doesn’t mean well.” Grace was half-skeptical, but her gaze toward me became wary. She stepped back two steps, distancing herself from me. I ignored her, turned around, went back to the room, and started packing, preparing to file for divorce. Fiona followed me in, grabbed my wrist, and said, “Even though we can hear the child’s thoughts, this is too dangerous. You should still persuade Grace to have an abortion.” I calmly opened the suitcase. “What’s dangerous?” She got anxious. “You’re a doctor, don’t you know? Children with super-male syndrome are highly likely to develop severe violent tendencies as they grow up, even to the point of killing their parents. “Grace is my sister, are you really going to stand by and do nothing?” I looked at her anxious face and just found it ridiculous. In my past life, she made me persuade, but in the end, I bore all the blame alone. When Grace attacked me with a kitchen knife, I desperately begged them for help. They only looked on coldly, thinking I cost them the chance to win the jackpot. With my luggage packed, I picked up the suitcase and walked out. I said, “I am your husband, but when it comes to Grace, I’m ultimately just an outsider. It’s not my place to interfere. “Besides, didn’t Oliver say it himself? He’s a prodigy, maybe he really can bring you wealth.” Fiona then noticed the suitcase in my hand, grabbed my wrist, and frowned. “Where are you going?” Worried she might stop me, I casually said, “My mom said she’s not feeling well, so I’m going home to take care of her for a few days.” When Oliver heard I was leaving, his voice turned sharp and piercing. “We can’t let Liam go! He’ll definitely find someone to force Mom to the hospital for an abortion.” “Quick, lock him up, don’t let him leave.” Grace immediately locked the door. “Liam, wait until the lottery results are out in two days. If it’s fake, I’ll let you go.”

Oliver was reborn too! If I can’t leave now, I definitely won’t be able to leave in two days. I clenched my teeth, tightened my fists, and forced myself to calm down. I said, “Grace, I never persuaded you to have an abortion from the start. Why are you stopping me?” “My mom’s not feeling well. If something happens, can you take responsibility?” After all, she’s still young. When I pressed her, she hesitated. Oliver wouldn’t let me off, shouting sharply, “It’s all an excuse! Liam just couldn’t stand Mom refusing to abort me and wanted someone to take her away for a forced abortion!” “Mom, you have to believe me. I was reborn. In my previous life, Liam dragged you to the hospital and made you abort me. You injured your uterus and couldn’t have children anymore. Dad despised you and kicked you out. Grandpa and Grandma’s luck turned bad. Aunt Fiona got laid off. The whole family lived miserably, all because of Liam.” I said coldly, “You’re talking nonsense!” I never did those things! Oliver sneered, “Uncle Liam, you’re reborn too, right? You should know if the lottery will win in two days, right?” “If the lottery win is true, then why can’t the other things I said be true?” I froze all over. Grace stared at me without blinking. “Liam, is what my son said true? Have you been reborn too?” I picked up the suitcase, trying to stay calm. “Rebirth? I don’t know what you’re talking about. “If you want to have a child, I support you. But you can’t stop me from going home, or I’ll call the police and report you for illegal detention.” Seeing the tense atmosphere, Oliver got a bit anxious and quickly said, “Hurry, lock him in the warehouse, don’t let him out.” “Take his phone too!” Grace’s eyes immediately turned red. “Mom, Dad, Fiona, are you just going to watch Liam bully me?” “I finally got pregnant with this child. I’ll just lock Liam up for two days. If the lottery doesn’t win after two days, we’ll let him out.” Grace, who had been spoiled since childhood, was always the center of the family. Thinking that winning the lottery wasn’t something that could just happen, everyone forcibly dragged me, took away my phone, and locked me in the warehouse. I banged on the door and roared, “Fiona, open the door! What that child said is completely unreliable! Let me out now.” “I swear I will never do anything bad to Grace or her child. Open the door!” Fiona stood outside the door, persuading me, “Just wait two days for my sake, so Grace can feel at ease.” “I believe you. As long as the lottery isn’t won, I’ll let you out immediately.” I sat on the ground in despair. I thought, “The lottery will definitely win. Oliver is so sure of this, that’s why he’s so arrogant.” But there’s no way to verify the events of the past life. I stayed in the warehouse for two days and nearly went crazy. Oliver said a lot of bad things about me to Grace, making her especially wary of me. She didn’t even dare to step near the warehouse, fearing I might harm her child.

The warehouse was small, filled with clutter piled on both sides, leaving me to curl up on the floor. The cold floor made me increasingly restless. Two days later, cheers suddenly erupted outside the door, and my heart sank abruptly. “Didn’t expect to actually win.” “Five hundred thousand dollars!” “Oliver is truly our lucky star.” Oliver said proudly, “Now you believe it, right? It was Liam who bribed the hospital to fake the diagnosis saying I have supermale syndrome.” “He just can’t stand seeing us doing well. So you must kill him!” Hearing this, the whole family gasped. I immediately banged on the door, my voice hoarse. “Oliver, killing is against the law. Do you want your mom to spend her life in prison?” “Benjamin, Victoria, if you don’t trust me, I can divorce Fiona.” Oliver continued, “You’re after my mom’s five hundred thousand dollars. Only if you’re dead will they not split the money with you.” He tried to convince everyone, “You can’t go soft. Liam is really bad. Even if I’m born safely, he’ll find a way to kill me.” “In his previous life, he was jealous of my exceptional talent. After causing me to be aborted, he cheated with another woman and got her pregnant. That child was born with XYY syndrome and ended up killing both his maternal grandparents.” “So, you must kill Liam, or you’ll end up being harmed.” “I’m doing this for your own good.” The door was forcefully pulled open, and Fiona stared at me with a grim face. “Liam, I didn’t expect you to be so vicious, not even sparing a child.” My heart tightened. I never thought Oliver could be so vicious as to want me dead. I took a deep breath and said, “Fiona, if you don’t trust me, we can sign an agreement. I’ll leave with nothing and promise never to contact you again.” “We can get it notarized at a law firm. You need to understand that murder is illegal. If you act, Oliver will be fine, but you’ll end up in prison. You’ve just won a $500,000 lottery, and there could be more in the future. Do you really want to become murderers?” Fiona was convinced by me. I continued to persuade, “Oliver is a prodigy, smart and capable. You want to do business now that you have money, right? If you’re labeled as murderers, people will criticize you.” A hint of hesitation flashed in Grace’s eyes. “Yeah, Oliver is going to attend a prestigious university in the future.” “Carrying the label of a murderer’s family, he will be looked down upon.” Benjamin nodded repeatedly. “That’s right, reputation is more important. We can’t waste Oliver’s good genes.” Oliver became anxious. “No way! You must kill Liam!” “Even though he’s saying this now, he’ll definitely grab a knife and kill you all later.” “He was reborn too and knows the lottery numbers. He’ll take the ticket first, leaving you with nothing. You can’t let him go!” “You’ll all end up dying at his hands!”

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On Christmas Day, I, Annie Carson, got up early to pack my bags, preparing to travel with my boyfriend Martin Sullivan. But just as I was about to leave, he grabbed my suitcase. He said, “Annie, my friends are here traveling, but they couldn’t book a hotel. We have to host them at home.” I was stunned, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” The already booked flights and accommodations cost over $30,000, and now none of it is refundable. He suddenly got emotional. “Is it necessary? Just because I don’t earn as much as you, I don’t even have the right to let my friends stay for a night?” Before I could answer, the door was suddenly opened from the outside. A girl swaggered in and smiled at Martin, “Martin, this is your place? Not bad.” “If I had known earlier, I would have dated you back then.” “Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute.” I suddenly stood up. “Who are you? Get out of my house right now!” She got upset instead. “Martin, how come she doesn’t even know me? How have you been teaching her?” “I don’t want to see her. Tell her to get lost.” The next second, Martin turned his head, looking at me with an almost pleading expression, whispering in my ear, “Babe, how about you stay somewhere else for a couple of days?” After saying that, he slammed the door shut. I stood there in shock, my fingers trembling as I called the police. “Someone broke into my house, I need to report it.” ***** Looking at the text about the flight departure on my phone, I was shaking with anger. For this trip, I worked overtime until midnight last night and got up at 5 a.m. today to pack. I thought Martin was sleeping in because he was too tired. But it wasn’t until we were about to leave that he told me he had to stay home to host friends and couldn’t go. He questioned me, “Annie, can you stop being so petty?” “It’s just this one time I’m having friends stay for a few days, can’t you cooperate a bit?” “Just because I don’t have as much money as you, does that mean I don’t deserve even basic respect?” I sneered and said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that your friends were coming?” “Yesterday, you were urging me to pack quickly. Were you messing with me?” He retorted, “It’s because you’re too snobbish! I was afraid you’d disagree to let them come, so I didn’t tell you.” I was stunned. “Me, snobbish? Then transfer me the money for the lost tickets and hotel.” He instantly panicked. “Why are you so materialistic?” “Forget it, I won’t argue with you today. My friends are arriving soon, go tidy up the guest room quickly.” I plopped onto the sofa and said coldly, “Let them stay at a hotel. My parents are coming too, there’s no room at home.” He quickly walked up to me. “Why didn’t you say earlier that your parents were coming?” “I get it, you just don’t want my friends to stay here, so you’re saying this on purpose.” “My friends aren’t as wealthy as your parents. Hotels are overpriced now. If they really come, let them stay at a hotel.” I was completely stunned. The house my parents bought, and they don’t even have the right to stay? I was about to argue back when the door suddenly opened from the outside. A strange woman walked in naturally. Her muddy shoes stepped on the floor as she brazenly looked around my house. She looked around and said, “Martin, is this the house you bought? Pretty decent.” “If I had known, I would have dated you back then.” She sneered, her gaze falling on me. “Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute.” Before I could speak, Martin said, “If she weren’t a bit wild, would I even like her?”

My mind exploded, and I stood there frozen. Martin was never a gentle or considerate person, but he had never been like this before. He seemed off this morning; I thought he just wanted to prove himself in front of his friends. But now, he’s actually insulting me along with an outsider. Watching Martin’s smug smile, my heart sank bit by bit into the abyss. I never thought he would be this kind of person. I trembled, my lips quivering, and finally gritted my teeth to speak, “Martin, what did you just say?” He shrugged and said, “I said you’re flirty. Don’t be shy, this is my best friend, Nora Sheridan.” Nora smiled at me. “We’ve all seen what you’re like in bed in our group. Why are you still pretending to be so pure?” I looked at Martin in shock, but he still had that indifferent look. He said coldly, “Why are you so worked up? Nora speaks bluntly, you’ll get used to it.” “She means no harm.” I laughed in anger. So casually insulting someone and recklessly spreading their privacy is considered harmless? I forced myself to stay calm, gritted my teeth, and said, “Martin, take Nora and get out of my house right now!” As soon as I finished speaking, a man’s voice came from behind. “Martin, your wife is so fierce, even daring to kick you out.” The moment I turned around, I saw a group of men smoking as they walked straight into my house. They casually flicked ash onto the floor, holding a dog on a leash. Before I could figure out how to kick them out, my whole body started itching as the dog came closer. But the mocking laughter of this group of men continued. One of them said, “But your girlfriend does look pretty good, even more attractive than in the video. Can we all have a share?” The man holding the dog moved closer to me. I quickly shouted, “Martin, don’t you know I’m allergic to dogs?” “Hurry up and get your friends out of here, or I’ll call the police!” After I shouted, they acted like they didn’t hear me and still walked into my house. I completely broke down. Martin looked at me impatiently and said, “Why are you yelling? Just tolerate the allergy, is it that big of a deal?” Nora covered her mouth and chuckled, “People who are allergic to dogs have no compassion.” “Annie, you’re so irritable and can’t take a joke. You should spend more time with animals to improve your temper.” She said that while deliberately letting the dog get close to me. I instinctively stepped back, but the dog deliberately lunged at me. My body itched unbearably, and I even had some difficulty breathing. It wasn’t until I could barely breathe that Nora laughed and tossed the dog onto my leather sofa, leaving a clear scratch mark. I took out my phone and said, “You’re not leaving, right? Then I’ll call the police now!” Seeing this, Martin suddenly rushed forward and snatched my phone away. He said, “Nora is trying to get closer to you, why are you making a fuss?” “When we get married in the future, they’ll be the ones taking care of you.” I laughed angrily. “Who wants to get close to them? Who said I would marry you?” “Martin, we’re breaking up!” “This is my house. Take your friends and your dog, and get out now!” Seeing me roar, they finally realized something was wrong and fell silent for a moment. Nora was the first to react and asked, “Martin, did she really buy this house?” I replied directly, “I have the property deed.” Nora suddenly covered her nose and laughed. “No wonder I smelled something foul as soon as I came in.” “Turns out Annie really is a prostitute.” “Otherwise, how could a young girl afford such a big house?” “Ugh, I can’t stand this smell. Just kick her out already, or else she’ll seduce all of you, and how will you still hang out with me?” The men around burst into laughter, completely ignoring my anger. Even Martin walked up to me and whispered in my ear, “Babe, you really didn’t do well today. Go stay somewhere else for a couple of days and reflect.” After saying that, he shoved me out the door. The loud slam of the door left me frozen in place. I was kicked out of my own home by a bunch of jerks! Do they really think I can’t do anything about this? Shaking with anger, I grabbed my spare phone and made a call. “I want to report to the police, someone has illegally broken into my home.”

While waiting for the police to arrive, out of curiosity, I looked into the background of Martin’s group of friends. But the investigation results left me stunned. Nora had successfully broken up the marriages of Martin’s five friends. The thrilling games they played at their gatherings were simply unacceptable to ordinary people. Some of their actions were enough for the police to file a case and detain them. I was terrified as I read, but also grateful to know all this before getting married. Just as I made up my mind to break up with Martin, a message suddenly lit up on my phone screen. I immediately understood the reason why this group of uninvited guests suddenly came to my house. I smiled slightly, a plan forming in my mind. Since they dared to come to my house and bully me, they can’t blame me for fighting back. By the time I had everything arranged, the police arrived. I explained the whole story to them, and the police got very angry, immediately stepping forward to knock on the door. The moment the door opened from the inside, Martin’s face instantly froze. He said, “Annie, can’t you take a joke? Why did you even call the police?” “Holiday season is their busiest time. Do you really need to waste police resources over such a small matter?” The police ignored his words and directly asked if he had forcibly entered my home. Nora quickly spoke up, “This is all a misunderstanding.” “Actually, everything we did was just a joke with Annie.” “We kicked her out just to prepare a surprise for her.” “We didn’t expect to actually make her angry.” She turned to me, pretending to apologize, “Sorry, Annie, I spoke without thinking.” “But kicking you out was really to prepare a surprise for you.” She patted Martin. Martin immediately knelt on one knee, took out a ring, and said to me, “Annie, they came today to help me propose.” “They upset you to set up the scene. If you don’t believe me, come and see.” The police cast a suspicious glance at Martin and walked inside first. I followed behind the police and indeed saw the proposal setup. Nora scratched her nose and said apologetically, “If we didn’t say something harsh, would you have left?” The police questioned Martin, “Was it really for a proposal?” Martin quickly nodded. “Of course, we even have chat records.” He quickly took out his phone. In their group chat, it was indeed a discussion about setting up the proposal scene. The police turned to me and asked, “What’s your opinion?” Doubt rose in my heart; I was indeed disgusted by them just now. But the proposal scene in front of me, along with their chat records, did seem prearranged. I thought, “Could it be that I really misunderstood them?” I had to say, “Then I guess I misunderstood you, but I don’t want you in my house.” “Please all leave.” Martin wanted to say something, but with the police present, he had no choice but to leave with his group. I thanked the police, closed the door, and prepared to tidy up the house. The door suddenly opened again. Martin and his group returned. I was about to speak when Martin rushed forward and covered my mouth. The door was slammed shut. My hands were tightly bound, unable to move. Martin gritted his teeth and whispered in my ear, “You really had the guts to call the cops, you bitch!”

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The night I, Julian Murphy, returned from a business trip, a call came from the regular pharmacy saying my membership card failed to deduct payment during an afternoon purchase and needed a top-up. I looked at my wife, Violet Sterling, who was focused on making dinner in the kitchen, and asked her what she bought. She smiled, took a box of supplements out of her bag, and said, “I’ve been staying up late working overtime these days, and my heart’s feeling a bit off, so I bought something for it.” Seeing my blank expression, she helplessly pulled a card out of her bag. She said, “I know you’re a money-lover. I accidentally used your membership card. How about I compensate you tenfold?” I didn’t take the card like I used to. Instead, I looked at her quietly and said, “Let’s get a divorce.” A trace of astonishment flashed across Violet’s face. Then, she took my hand, smiled helplessly, and said, “What’s wrong? Is this a punishment for losing a game with friends?” “I’m not stopping you from hanging out with them, but such an inappropriate joke really hurts me.” Facing her pitiful and aggrieved gaze, I pulled my hand away. “I’m not playing games, I’m serious.” Her gentle expression cracked slightly, and she frowned. “Serious? Why exactly? Is it because I didn’t pick you up at the airport, and that good friend of yours told you again that I’ve had a change of heart?” “Or is it because I’ve been too busy these days and didn’t video call you to say goodnight? Didn’t I explain already? Stop it, I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” As she spoke, she rested her head on my neck, rubbing back and forth. The warm breath brushed against my skin, stirring a ripple of intimacy. I pushed her away forcefully, suppressing the disgust inside. “I said divorce, don’t you understand?” The romantic atmosphere was shattered, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes. But she quickly suppressed her emotions, her tone turning conciliatory. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t possibly want a divorce just because I used your membership card, right?” I remained expressionless. “Yes, it’s because of this membership card that I want a divorce. Got a problem with that? You spend even a cent of mine, and I feel disgusted.” She stared at me in disbelief. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Over money? You didn’t even care why I bought supplements when you came back, and I didn’t blame you.” “Besides, I already offered ten times the compensation, but you refused! And now you…” I didn’t want to hear her excuses anymore, so I turned around and went to the room to pack my things. I said, “Stop talking. Tomorrow, see you in court.” She stubbornly followed me, but her hand got caught by the force of me slamming the door. “Julian!” she growled in pain, “Explain clearly, why? Why do you want a divorce?” Facing her swollen, tearful eyes from the pain, I slammed the door shut without hesitation. I said, “There’s nothing to say. Just show up on time.” After a long time, a dull pounding on the door came from outside. She shouted, “I don’t agree to the divorce! Don’t even think about it!” Footsteps faded away, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door slamming. After she left, I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and called my lawyer friend. “Help me draft a divorce agreement. The car and house go to me, and the assets are split equally.” Violet didn’t come home all night, but I had a good sleep. The next day at work, I received a message from Violet’s mother, Helen Sterling, asking me to join them for dinner after work. Every time we argued before, when Violet couldn’t win, she’d just go back to her parents’ house feeling aggrieved. Then her mom and her late sister’s husband, Nathan Hayes, would cook a delicious meal, invite me over, and mediate our conflicts. This method worked well; every time after the meal, we would make up. But this time is different; I’ve made up my mind to get a divorce. So when they asked when we were planning to have a child, I didn’t lower my head shyly like before but pushed away the dish Violet handed me. I calmly said, “Having a child might not go as you wish; we’re planning to divorce.”

Helen looked at me in shock. “Julian, divorce is no joke. What did Violet do wrong? Tell me, and we’ll talk to her for you.” I frowned and put down my fork. “Nothing, we just don’t like each other anymore and don’t want to waste time. Don’t try to persuade me, I’m set on this divorce. I can’t take another minute.” Violet choked up, her eyes instantly turning red. “What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me. If you don’t want me to spend your money, I won’t touch a penny from now on, okay?” Helen’s face immediately darkened upon hearing it was about money. Nathan quickly pulled me away. As he walked, he said, “Everyone, don’t get upset. Some things are hard to say face-to-face. I’ll take Julian to have a talk and try to reason with him.” After entering his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and turned around, looking at me with a face full of concern. He said, “What’s going on? What can’t you tell me? I know you’re not someone who acts recklessly; you must be facing some trouble.” Nathan and I usually get along quite well. He lost his wife early on and never remarried all these years, living with Violet’s parents ever since. So when I travel or work out, I often invite him along. I was hesitating whether to tell him the truth when my eyes accidentally caught sight of a lifelike toy standing on a chair by the balcony. It still had an unused condom on it, with bodily fluids remaining. Seeing my gaze drawn to it, his face turned red, and he hurriedly stuffed the toy into the bedside cabinet. Perhaps too flustered, he knocked over the clutter in the cabinet. An opened box of condoms rolled out and landed by my feet. He hurriedly picked it up. “Please don’t misunderstand me. You know, my wife passed away too early, and all these years, I haven’t been able to let her go. Although I don’t plan to remarry, I still have physical needs.” “I just bought some better-quality condoms to avoid infections. Please don’t tell them, I don’t want them to think I lack self-control.” I looked at his flushed face, unable to say a word. After a while, I finally squeezed out a sentence. “Got it, let’s go out.” He patted my shoulder and hurriedly asked, “Wait, you haven’t explained it to me yet. Why do you have to get a divorce? Is there something that can’t be resolved?” I glanced at him and said, “It’s nothing, I just don’t love her anymore.” Helen’s sobbing came from outside the door. “How did Violet end up marrying such a greedy person like you? You’re divorcing just for some medicine money?” “All these years, we haven’t treated you badly. You said career comes first, and for five years of marriage, you didn’t have kids—we never said a word against you!” “You go on business trips for half a month at a time, and everything at home, both sets of parents, has been taken care of by Violet alone. All these years, she’s never complained once.” “She hands over her salary and bonuses to you every month. It’s bad enough you don’t care about her health, but now you want a divorce over medical expenses? How can there be such a heartless husband like you in this world?” Violet couldn’t hold back her tears either. She pressed her lips together and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, Julian. Is it because the heart supplements I bought are expensive, and you’re afraid my poor health will burden you in the future, that you’re divorcing me?” “Please don’t do this. I promise to take good care of my health, work hard to earn money, and never be a burden to you. I’m begging you, please don’t divorce me, okay?” She wept bitterly, holding my hand and bowing her head in plea. Nathan was shocked upon hearing this. “Julian, you’re divorcing her over this? She’s your wife! Not caring about her health is one thing, but now you see her as a burden?”

He looked at me in disappointment. “How expensive can heart supplements be? You’re a couple, meant to spend the rest of your lives together. How did you become so petty?” Looking at their grief-stricken and shocked expressions, I sneered and said, “Family? You’re the family. What does it have to do with me? I’m just an outsider!” “Don’t go, Julian, please don’t go!” Violet suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging forward and gripping my leg tightly. “Is it because I haven’t cared enough about you that you want a divorce? I’ll change! From now on, I’ll put you first. Please don’t leave me. I really can’t live without you.” Helen saw this and clutched her chest in distress. I kicked Violet away without hesitation. “Instead of begging me, you’d better take your parents to the hospital quickly. Don’t let them get angered to death by you.” I no longer looked at their pale faces and turned to leave. Before stepping out, I grabbed the supplements I originally brought for them and, along with the trash bag by the door, threw them into the garbage bin. Just as I walked out of the community gate, I received a call from my friend. He said, “The divorce agreement is ready. When can you come to pick it up?” “I really don’t understand. You two have been doing well all these years. Why suddenly get a divorce?” I tiredly rubbed my temples and said, “No particular reason, it’s just too exhausting living with their family. I want to be free.” My friend was silent for a moment and ultimately said nothing more. I immediately went to him to retrieve the divorce agreement and signed my name without hesitation. In the evening, I went home and quickly packed my belongings. I just waited for Violet to come back and sign, then I would leave for good. But I waited until past nine at night, and she still hadn’t replied to my messages. Helpless, I called her, wanting to have a proper talk about this matter. But just as I took out my phone, I received a call from Violet’s colleague. The voice on the other end was urgent and noisy. “Julian, come quickly and check on Violet. She’s been out of it all afternoon, looking pale, and she just fainted after work.” “The doctor said she was shocked, her heart’s in trouble, and she’s being resuscitated right now. Hurry over!” I immediately drove to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, a crowd of people was gathered around the bedside. Besides Helen and Nathan, there was a group of Violet’s colleagues I had seen before but wasn’t familiar with, gathered around the bed. Finally, I saw my parents, Charlie Murphy and Lucia Murphy, glaring at me with anger. Before I could speak, Charlie slapped me so hard that I hit the door, my ears ringing. Violet on the bed struggled to sit up, her tone filled with concern. “Charlie, talk it out properly, don’t hit him.” Charlie’s eyes turned red. “Look at her, she’s hospitalized because of you, yet she’s still worried about you. “She’s been so good to you, why are you filing for divorce for no reason? Just for that bit of money? Are you starving? Is it worth divorcing over such a small amount?” “I think you’ve been living too comfortably all these years, that’s why you’re so arrogant!” Even Lucia, who has always loved me the most, looked at me with disappointment. “This time, you’ve really gone too far.” Charlie let out a cold snort and pointed at me, commanding, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Helen and Nathan! You really upset them yesterday.” I swallowed my grievances and met their angry gazes. “This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Please stay out of it.” After speaking, I walked straight to the doctor, borrowed a pen, and handed the already-signed divorce agreement to Violet. I said, “I came here today for one purpose only, divorce.” Those who thought I would change my mind after being lectured by my parents all looked at me in astonishment.

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I accompanied my husband Aaron Moore’s mom, Adeline Moore, to an auction. Adeline fancied a diamond necklace, and we finally bought it for 30 million dollars. The auctioneer signaled us to make the payment. For convenience, Adeline said to charge it directly to her husband Charles Moore’s account. But, I didn’t expect that just as she finished speaking, two women dressed in expensive clothes and covered in jewelry suddenly appeared. The young woman, Bella Smith, grabbed Adeline’s arm, while the middle-aged woman, Amelia Walker, directly slapped Adeline. Amelia gritted her teeth and said, “I knew something was off long ago. You shameless old woman, ruining my family and seducing my husband. You won’t end well.” I quickly shielded Adeline and asked her, “Adeline, are you okay?” Hearing my words, Amelia’s sharp gaze immediately shifted to me. “Adeline is so shameless, desperately flattering rich people. Don’t you feel embarrassed for her at all?” I quickly stood in front of Adeline, stating that I am Aaron’s wife, and questioned who the other person was. But Amelia said coldly and arrogantly, “Who am I? I am the legal wife of the richest man, Charles, the wife he officially married.” She gave me a contemptuous glance and continued, “Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to question my identity?” Before I could speak, Amelia directly took out her phone and made a call. “Aaron, my dear son, hurry to the auction and help me catch the woman your father is seeing outside.” I wondered, “Isn’t Aaron my husband? When did he get another mother outside?” After hanging up, Amelia gave us a provocative smile and directly pushed Adeline onto the auction stage. I wanted to chase after her, but Bella stopped me. She gritted her teeth and asked me, “Who did you just say you are?” Sensing her malice, I instinctively stepped back, but that only gave her a chance to make a move. Bella grabbed my arm and said, “Let me tell you, I’m already engaged to Aaron. He’s my man.” At the same time, Amelia on stage grabbed the auctioneer’s microphone. Her sharp voice instantly echoed throughout the auction hall. She told everyone, “Remember this homewrecker’s face.” As Amelia spoke, her right hand kept slapping Adeline’s cheek. She asked Adeline, “Does seducing someone else’s husband feel good?” “In public, with me, his lawful wife, present, how dare you casually mention my husband’s name?” “Did you think you wouldn’t be found out?” Seeing Adeline’s pale face, I felt extremely anxious. I broke free from Bella and ran onto the stage to shield Adeline behind me. I asked Adeline, “Adeline, are you okay?” Adeline gently shook her head and said, “Victoria, how could this happen?” Victoria Hernandez is my name. She continued, “How could I be the other woman?” Seeing her emotions grow more intense and her breathing become rapid, I didn’t dare delay and immediately took out a quick-acting heart reliever from my bag and gave it to her. I said to her, “Adeline, there must be some misunderstanding.” Charles and Adeline grew up together, and after getting married, their relationship has always been great. They respect each other and have never argued. Amelia heard what I said, and her face twisted with anger. She said, “Misunderstanding? I caught you both red-handed, and you still dare to call it a misunderstanding?” While comforting Adeline, I forced myself to stay calm. I said to Amelia, “You claim to be Charles’s wife. Do you have any proof?” As I spoke, I lifted Adeline’s right hand. A massive pink diamond ring sparkled brilliantly under the light. I continued, “I believe everyone here recognizes this diamond ring, right?” “This was personally made by Charles for his wife. There’s only one in the entire world.” “This is enough to prove our identity.” Adeline was a premature baby and the youngest in the family, so she grew up being spoiled by everyone. Because she had a heart condition and couldn’t handle the stress of a grand wedding, plus she didn’t like meeting strangers, they only invited a few close friends when they got married. The outside world only knew that Charles had someone he loved, but no one had ever seen Adeline herself. I thought things would end there, but Amelia suddenly went crazy and yanked the ring off Adeline’s hand. She said fiercely, “This is a token of love between Charles and me. Where did you get it?” After a few seconds of thought, Amelia pretended to suddenly understand and said, “Well, you’re not just a mistress, you’re also a thief.” As she spoke, she directly put the ring on her ring finger and proudly showed it off to everyone. “I lost this ring a while ago. I thought I’d never get it back.” “But I never expected…” She deliberately left the rest unsaid, causing everyone present to point at us and talk with disgust. Someone said, “His real wife has already come forward, yet this woman still won’t admit it.” Another person said, “Yeah, look at how this woman is trembling. She must know her identity is fake.” I frowned tightly, took out my phone to call the police, but Bella snatched it away. She raised an eyebrow and said, “What? Looking for backup?” Amelia took the opportunity to push me to the ground, causing Adeline to fall as well. She looked down at us and asked, “Do you have any other evidence to prove your identity?” Seeing us remain silent, she revealed a triumphant smile. “You don’t, but I do.” Then, under everyone’s puzzled gazes, Amelia calmly took out a black and gold bank card. She said, “This is Charles’s exclusive bank card. I think this is enough to prove my identity.” I immediately retorted, “Impossible. This card must be fake.”

I almost instinctively shouted it out. I continued, “Charles’s card has always been in the safe at home. How could he possibly take it out so easily?” “This card of yours must be fake.” My confident attitude not only didn’t make them panic but made them even more arrogant. Amelia ignored me and turned to hand the card to a professional appraiser. “We’ll find out if it’s real or not after checking.” At this moment, Adeline curled up entirely behind me. She said, “Victoria, my chest hurts so much.” I quickly patted her back and helped her stand up. I said, “Adeline, I’ll take you to the hospital right now.” But Bella stopped us. “Who gave you permission to leave?” She grabbed my shoulder, her sharp nails digging in painfully. “You two impostors want to leave? Not so easy.” As soon as Bella finished speaking, the appraiser nearby spoke up. He respectfully handed the card back to Amelia with both hands and said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, this card is indeed authentic.” Adeline widened her eyes in disbelief, her gaze turning blank. She murmured, “How? How could this happen?” “Charles said this card was only for me to use.” Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so everyone present heard it. Amelia was extremely emotional, ready to come over and hit someone. “You still want to spend my family’s money? I’ll beat you to death.” I extended my arm to stop her again, then suppressed my anger and said to her, “I don’t care how you got this card.” “But I’m warning you now, stop it.” Amelia was a bit surprised and said, “Are you talking to me?” She grinned, then grabbed my hair and yanked me toward her. “I was busy dealing with that mistress earlier and forgot to take care of you, the accomplice.” Bella cooperatively slapped me twice. “Adeline seduced Mr. Charles Moore, and you seduced my future husband.” “You two really have a clear division of labor.” Seeing me get hit, Adeline panicked and quickly called Charles. But no one answered the call. Amelia noticed and smashed Adeline’s phone directly. She said, “Still looking for help? Let me tell you, I’ve already had my husband block you.” “My presence here today to catch you is also my husband’s idea.” Hearing her words, Adeline turned pale, tears streaming down continuously. Bella took the chance and punched my stomach repeatedly. I had no choice but to reveal that I am the daughter of the Hernandez family. I gasped and said, “Bella, if you don’t want the Smith family to suffer with you, let go immediately.” Bella paused for a moment, then nervously looked at Amelia beside her. Amelia said, “So now you’re not pretending to be from the Moore family, but from the Hernandez family instead?” She crossed her arms and said, “It seems you know a lot about wealthy families. You know Ms. Hernandez grew up abroad, so you dare to impersonate her identity, right?” Bella immediately regained her confidence. She straightened up and said, “Even if your identity is fake, so what? Even if it’s real, what can you do?” “Behind me is not just the Smith family, but also the Moore family.” She put on an arrogant look, making me feel a bit powerless. I said, “If you don’t believe me, give me back my phone. I have evidence to prove my identity.” Hearing my words, Amelia directly stepped on my phone. “You want to call for help? I’m telling you, no way.” At this moment, a voice came from afar. “What’s going on? Why isn’t the auction continuing?” A familiar figure, Manager Jackson Clark, slowly appeared before us. I shouted his name desperately, “Jackson, it’s me. I’m Victoria.”

Jackson pushed through the crowd in confusion. When he saw me, his expression changed instantly. But the next second, when he noticed Amelia, he immediately put on a flattering smile. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, why didn’t you inform me in advance that you were coming?” “I’ll have someone prepare a private room and coffee for you right away.” Amelia liked his approach. She waved casually and said, “No need to go through so much trouble. My main purpose today isn’t the auction.” “I’m here to catch the third party.” The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and the guests began speaking up for Amelia. Someone said, “Mistresses nowadays are really outrageous. Even the real wife has shown up, yet she still won’t repent.” Another person said, “Yeah, Jackson. How can your auction let just anyone in?” Hearing everyone’s comments, Jackson awkwardly looked at us. I seized the opportunity and said to him, “Jackson, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?” “This is Adeline, my husband’s mother. They are the impostors.” I said to him excitedly, “Hurry up and call the police for us.” But under my expectant gaze, Jackson distanced himself from me. “Ms. Hernandez, we’re not very familiar.” He sneered and continued, “Why would I call the police for you? Do you want to go to jail?” As he spoke, Jackson slowly leaned toward my ear and lowered his voice, saying, “Ms. Hernandez, don’t blame me for not warning you. That lady over there is the wife of our richest man.” “I suggest you be sensible, admit your mistake, and calm her down. Maybe this will blow over.” I gritted my teeth and said, “Jackson, are you crazy?” “Even if others don’t know, don’t you know my true identity?” When Aaron and I got married, Jackson attended the wedding and even gave me a pair of diamond earrings. That’s also why I placed my hopes on him just now. But I didn’t expect this outcome. Jackson shrugged indifferently and then said in a voice only the two of us could hear, “The head of The Moore family is still Mr. Charles Moore.” “You are Mr. Moore’s wife, that’s true. But I also hope you stay clear-headed. In wealthy families, those not liked by their husband’s mother are destined for divorce.” I was stunned. So, this is what he really thinks. I had no choice but to take a step back. Seeing Adeline struggling to breathe, I softened my tone. I said, “Alright, Jackson, I’m begging you. For the sake of us knowing each other before, can you help me call an ambulance, please?” “Adeline has a heart condition.” I choked up when mentioning Adeline. Over the years, I’ve come to see Adeline as my own mother. I can endure grievances, but I can’t stand seeing Adeline being bullied like this. Amelia said impatiently, “She has a heart condition? Does being sick give her the right to steal someone else’s husband?” She had a bad temper and raised her arm to hit again, but her action was interrupted once more. A voice came through. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, Mr. Moore sent me ahead to assist you.” Everyone turned toward the voice. I immediately recognized the person as Aaron’s personal secretary, Liam Kelly, which gave me a glimmer of hope. But I didn’t even have time to speak before Amelia, clearly displeased, stopped the person. She said, “Where’s Aaron? He’s got some nerve. “I, his own mother, called him to come over. Does he dare not show up?” Amelia’s expression directly frightened Liam. Liam said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, please don’t be upset. “Mr. Moore is driving over here. I guess he’ll be here soon.” But no matter what Liam said, Amelia was just not satisfied. She directly made a video call to Aaron. “Aaron, what’s going on with you? “Your mom is about to be driven crazy by this mistress. Where are you? “Didn’t I ask you to come help me? Where are you?”

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I, Nora Williams, got married on Independence Day, but I didn’t inform my parents Jordan Williams and Chloe Williams. I didn’t inform them because this was my fifth marriage. My first four marriages ended because Jordan and Chloe claimed there were issues with the wedding car and forced me to divorce the grooms. My first marriage was to my college sweetheart. We dated for four years. Jordan and Chloe urged us to get a marriage certificate. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe thought the groom’s wedding car wasn’t fancy enough and forced me to divorce. My second marriage was to my boss at the company. We switched the wedding car to a BMW that Jordan and Chloe approved of. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe just took one look at the brand-new BMW and then pulled me out of the car. My third marriage was to a blind date carefully chosen for me by Jordan and Chloe. Fearing any issues, the groom prepared ten wedding cars for Jordan and Chloe to choose from. But this time, they didn’t even let me leave the house, saying there was an issue with the wedding car and demanded we divorce immediately. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with those wedding cars. Why do Jordan and Chloe push me to get married while using the excuse of wedding car issues to stop me? Finally, this Independence Day, I had my fifth wedding. This time, I was pregnant with the child of the richest man, Landon Davis. To ensure the wedding went smoothly, I didn’t tell Jordan and Chloe. Just as I was about to get into the wedding car, I saw Jordan and Chloe running toward me. Jordan asked me, “Nora, you’re getting married today, why didn’t you tell us?” Chloe chimed in, “If we hadn’t seen your wedding photos on your cousin’s social media, your dad and I still wouldn’t know.” Immediately, Chloe stepped forward and grabbed me, her eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Jordan patted Landon’s shoulder. He said, “Getting married is such a big deal, and you didn’t tell your parents. How can we trust you with Nora?” Landon’s expression looked a bit awkward. Not inviting Jordan and Chloe to the wedding was a decision we both made together. Because of my previous four marriages, I developed a fear of Jordan and Chloe. I got married for the first time at 26. My first love and I went from being students to getting married. We knew each other well and had been together for four years. Even our parents became good friends. But on the wedding day, Jordan and Chloe’s faces immediately turned sour when they saw the wedding car was a rented Cadillac. Chloe said, “This wedding car is so low-class. Nora, he clearly doesn’t value you.” Jordan said, “Listen to us. You can’t get married, hurry up and get divorced.” Their reasoning was utterly ridiculous. Although I didn’t want to listen, they caused a scene at the wedding. The boyfriend I had loved for four years eventually broke up with me. I thought Jordan and Chloe felt his family wasn’t wealthy enough, so my second boyfriend was my company’s boss. He was very accommodating to me. From the engagement gift to the wedding house, he handled everything according to Jordan and Chloe’s demands. Even the wedding car, which Jordan and Chloe cared about a lot, was chosen by them—a BMW worth about $1 million. But on the wedding day, they just glanced at the wedding car, their expressions changed, and then they forcibly pulled me out of the car. I asked them why. They only said there was a problem with the wedding car and that if I married him, the marriage wouldn’t be happy. But this car was clearly chosen by them. I thought they just didn’t want me to get married, so they came up with such an excuse. But after I gave up on the wedding, they patiently and repeatedly persuaded me. They said they were getting old, and their biggest wish in life was to see me get married. I thought about their love for me since I was little and felt very confused. Could it be that the first two men had issues, so they did everything they could to stop me from marrying them? Thinking of this, for my third marriage, I chose the blind date partner Jordan and Chloe had picked for me. But what I never expected was that this time, they got angry on the spot again because of the wedding car issue. I don’t understand what’s wrong with these wedding cars. I cried and asked them, “There are ten wedding cars here. Could all ten have problems? Is it really about the cars, or do you just not want me to get married?” They gave me no reason, just teamed up with relatives to take me away from the groom. Later, when I got married for the fourth time, they solemnly promised that there would be no accidents this time. But they were quickly proven wrong. The same thing happened again. I watched the same farce four times, and my heart gradually grew numb. Until two years later, at 30, I met Landon. He pursued me for two whole years before I finally said yes to him. After getting a marriage certificate, I didn’t want to hold a wedding. However, the Davis family is a very wealthy family. Only by having a wedding could my child and I be recognized by this wealthy family. For Landon and the child in my belly, we chose to get married on Independence Day. However, I never expected that after hiding it for so long, Jordan and Chloe still found out. Thinking of the previous four nightmare-like wedding scenes, I was so scared that I immediately shook off Chloe’s hand. I said, “Sorry. You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know you at all.”

Chloe’s tears immediately started to fall. She said, “Nora, we were wrong before. But this time, we truly came to give you our blessings.” Jordan also wiped away his tears. He said, “Nora, I know you hold resentment towards us, but we had our reasons before. “My biggest wish in this life is to see you get married.” Saying this, he patted Landon on the shoulder, a hint of admiration in his eyes. He said, “I can see that you truly care for Nora. But marrying into wealth isn’t easy. As Nora’s father, I only hope you can take good care of her in the future.” Landon looked at me and said, “Nora, Jordan and Chloe are both dressed formally. They must genuinely be here to bless us.” I didn’t say anything because I had already seen this scene four times. Every time I got married, they would tearfully tell the groom to take good care of me. But as soon as we left home, they turned fierce, forcing us to go to the courthouse immediately to get a divorce certificate. But this time, Jordan, with tears in his eyes, took out a bank card. He said, “Nora, this card has $400,000. It’s a wedding gift from your mom and me.” After speaking, he glanced at Landon again. Then he continued, “I know your family is very wealthy, and $400,000 might mean nothing to you. But whatever other daughters have, we won’t let Nora lack. If the Davis family dares to bully her in the future, we will fight you to the end, no matter what.” Looking at the bank card in my hand, I suddenly felt a bit sad. After being away from home for two years, I realized that Jordan and Chloe had aged a lot. Chloe said, “Nora, if you don’t want us to attend the wedding, we won’t go. We came mainly to give you the wedding gift.” I wiped my tears, then pointed at the wedding car ahead with trembling fingers and said, “That wedding car…” They glanced at the wedding car, then hugged me tightly. Chloe said, “We’ve seen the wedding car. It’s fine. This car will bring good luck. You and Landon will definitely be happy.” I could hardly believe what I heard. I thought, “Is there really nothing wrong with the wedding car this time?” Landon urged behind me, “Honey, get in the car.” But as soon as I took a step, my legs went weak with fear. Those nightmare-like images popped back into my head. I was truly scared. I didn’t want to be dragged off the wedding car for the fifth time. I said, “How about we walk to the hotel instead?” Hearing my words, Jordan and Chloe showed a hint of guilt on their faces. Jordan said, “Nora, this time we really won’t stop you from getting on the wedding car again.” Landon noticed my fear, so he clapped his hands directly. Immediately, a helicopter decorated with roses landed in front of us. Landon smiled and invited me, saying, “I know the shadow in your heart, so I planned ahead and replaced the wedding car with a helicopter. Today, we’ll take the helicopter to the hotel.” Seeing this, my heart was instantly filled with courage. But just as I grabbed his hand, ready to board the helicopter, Jordan and Chloe suddenly rushed in front of us. Tears were still in the corners of their eyes, but their expressions were very grim. At that moment, a huge sense of unease surged in my heart. It felt like I saw the outcome of this wedding. Jordan said seriously, “Nora, I’m sorry, I can’t let you board this helicopter.”

Landon asked, “Jordan, Chloe, is there something wrong with this helicopter?” He still naively thought Jordan and Chloe were worried about the helicopter’s safety. So, he patiently explained to them, “Rest assured. This pilot used to fly fighter jets. He can absolutely ensure Nora’s and my safety.” Chloe held my hand tightly, afraid I might break free. She said, “Listen to me. I won’t harm you. There’s something wrong with this plane.” Seeing Jordan and Chloe’s firm attitude, Landon had no choice but to say, “Then let’s take the wedding car instead.” “No way,” Jordan and Chloe refused simultaneously, “You can’t take the wedding car either.” I unconsciously gave a painful smile. This scene still happened. “Why? Didn’t you just say the wedding car was fine and told Nora to get on it quickly?” Landon asked unwillingly. However, Jordan and Chloe looked at him with disgust. Jordan said, “Whether it’s the wedding car or the plane, there’s a problem. We won’t let our daughter marry you. Give up on that idea.” After saying that, they were about to pull me away. I used all my strength to shake off their hands. I shouted, “Enough. How long are you going to torment me? This is already the fifth time.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the grievances I had suppressed for so many years erupted at this moment. I looked at them, my eyes filled with tears. I said, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Why? I’m 32 years old. If you don’t want me to get married, you can just tell me directly. Why do you keep pushing me to marry, only to force me to divorce on the wedding day every time?” Jordan tried to persuade me, “Nora, I don’t want this either. But you can’t marry this man.” I asked, “Why?” Jordan replied, “Because there are issues with the wedding car and the plane.” Same reason again. I sneered and said, my attitude turning firm, “I will never believe you again. This time, I must get married.” I turned around and was about to walk toward the wedding car. But the next second, Chloe picked up a stone and threw it at the car. I shouted, “Mom, what are you doing?” I watched in horror, feeling they were crazier than ever. “I smashed the wedding car. You can’t get married!” Chloe, like someone deranged, went on to smash several cars. Even Jordan seemed influenced by her, throwing a stone at the helicopter nearby. I gave them a thumbs-up. I sneered, “You’re really something. But it’s fine. I can walk to the hotel.” I grabbed Landon’s hand and quickly walked forward. Chloe shouted, “No! No! Even if it costs our lives, we must stop you from getting married.” Jordan and Chloe rushed over again. I clutched my stomach and collapsed to the ground. I said, “Dad, Mom, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be grandparents.” They immediately stopped in their tracks. I continued, “For this child, please let us be together. I can’t let my child grow up without a father.” Their faces showed a troubled expression. But in an instant, they became fierce again. Jordan said, “Nora, you can have the baby, but you can’t marry him. You must get a divorce immediately.” “If you don’t listen to us, we’ll cause a scene at the hotel. I’ve already messaged our relatives. They’ll be here soon.” I wiped away my tears and slowly stood up. I shouted at them uncontrollably, “Why? Why is this happening? Do you really hate me that much?” Chloe said, “We’re doing this for your own good. That wedding car is the best proof.” She came up to pull me, and I directly pushed her down. I roared, “Stop using that excuse to fool me!” Seeing Chloe fall to the ground, Jordan stepped forward and slapped me. “Ungrateful daughter! Do you know what your mother sacrificed for you to get married smoothly?” Seeing me get hit, Landon immediately pulled Jordan away and started arguing with him. Relatives rushing over from afar thought Jordan and Chloe were being bullied. Without asking anything, they charged in and started fighting with Landon’s friends. I saw Landon pinned to the ground by several people. His face was bruised and swollen, yet he still kept looking at me. He said, “Nora, don’t be afraid. I’m fine.” I don’t understand how things turned out like this. I cried and tried to help. I wanted to persuade them not to fight because of me. In the chaos, I don’t know who kicked me, and then I fell to the ground. Tears and blood blurred my vision. I didn’t have the strength to get up. My gaze landed on the helicopter not far away. Then I looked at the row of smashed wedding cars. In that moment, a series of clues finally connected in my mind, revealing the whole truth to me. I started laughing, tears streaming down. I finally understood why Jordan and Chloe tried to stop me from getting married every time they saw wedding cars.

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My mother Harper Howard lived a privileged, wealthy life for forty years, but now it has been discovered that she is not the biological daughter of the Howard family. A woman claiming to be the real daughter, Skylar Rogers, came to our door with her daughter Emily Rogers. They caused a scene, crying and shouting, trying to kick Harper and me out of the house. Skylar cried and said, “Dad, Mom, my daughter and I have been wandering outside for forty years, living such a hard life. We’ve finally found our family now.” She then said to my uncles, “My brothers, I am your real sister. Why should Harper, that wicked woman, steal the life that was meant to be mine?” They held high the paternity test report with my grandfather Nathan Howard. My grandmother Madelyn Howard showed no expression, while my eldest uncle Samuel Howard and second uncle Robert Howard lowered their heads, not daring to speak. Skylar and Emily became even more smug. They took Harper’s necklace and bag, then occupied my room. They pointed at us and told us to get out. Skylar said, “You don’t dare to argue, do you? You’d better leave right away. That way, you can still save a bit of face. Occupying someone else’s place for forty years, don’t you feel ashamed?” I just looked at them with a sympathetic gaze. The next moment, Nathan rushed in, almost tripping in his haste. He shouted at Madelyn, “Madelyn, you have to believe me. I really didn’t betray you.” He then pointed angrily at the stunned Skylar and said, “Where did this wicked woman come from to ruin my reputation? I’ve lived this long and never had a daughter.” ***** When I, Natalie Howard, received Samuel’s call, I was still working hard at the company. Samuel said on the phone, “Natalie, a woman showed up claiming to be my parents’ biological daughter. “She also said your mom is a fake daughter of my parents and wants to kick her out.” As soon as I became an adult, Madelyn arranged for me to intern at the company, and I’ve been very busy lately. Hearing this news, I was stunned and found it unbelievable. I said, “Who still plays such a cliché these days? Just kick them out, won’t you?” But suddenly, sharp cries erupted on the other end of the phone, a mix of a middle-aged woman’s and a young woman’s voices, almost piercing my ears. The middle-aged woman said, “Samuel, Robert, I am your little princess. All these years, you should have cherished and pampered me.” The young woman said, “Uncle Samuel, Uncle Robert, I am your real niece. After all these years, we’ve finally found our family.” Goosebumps instantly rose on my arms, and I felt a wave of nausea. Amid the noise, I didn’t catch what Samuel said afterward, but his tone was very anxious. After hanging up, Samuel sent me a message: [I also thought they were here to scam money, but they have a paternity test report. Natalie, come back quickly.] I was stunned, realizing things might not be simple. Nathan and Madelyn were famously close. They had only two sons and one daughter, Harper. Harper was cherished by the whole family since childhood, growing up spoiled, and was recognized as the princess of the Howard family. Now someone is holding a paternity test report claiming she’s not their daughter. This is utterly ridiculous. I rushed home without hesitation. Before I even entered the door, I heard a strange woman’s voice, sounding extremely arrogant. I walked into the living room and saw, as expected, a middle-aged woman I didn’t recognize. Harper stood opposite them, while my two uncles stayed in the corner. Seeing me arrive, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could say anything, that middle-aged woman named Skylar spoke first. She arrogantly looked me up and down twice, then asked, “Are you the child of Harper’s fake daughter?”

I didn’t answer her question but squinted at her. I asked back, “Are you the one here to claim kinship? The one who claims to be my grandparents’ biological daughter?” Skylar proudly raised her head. She said, “That’s right! From now on, my name is Skylar Howard. I am the real daughter of the Howard family.” Skylar’s gaze suddenly fixed on Harper’s handbag, then she snatched it away. She looked at the bag and said, “This is the latest Hermès model, right? The TV said it’s worth millions of dollars. This also belongs to the Howard family. It’s mine now.” Saying that, she happily slung Harper’s bag over her shoulder. Harper widened her eyes, staring at Skylar in disbelief. She angrily said, “You’re so shameless. How dare you snatch my stuff? Robert!” My face darkened, but before I could say anything, Robert had instinctively snatched the bag back from Skylar. Skylar screamed and angrily said to Robert, “Robert, I’m your real sister. How can you side with that fake daughter?” Robert coughed and then said, “Putting aside that this bag was bought by Harper, whether your identity is real or not will only be confirmed after Mom and Dad arrive. It’s too early for you to jump to conclusions now.” Harper said to me worriedly, “Natalie, if she really is, will we be kicked out of the house? The two of us will have to rely on each other. Will we go hungry and cold?” I patted her hand and said in a calm tone, “Mom, stop reading those ridiculous novels. No one can take away the billions in your bank account.” Hearing my words, Skylar’s face twisted, and her voice changed. “Billions? That’s all my money. You all have to leave it to me.” At this moment, another excited voice came from upstairs. “Mom, I found the bank card.” I looked up and saw a girl about my age standing by the second-floor railing, holding a black card high in her hand. I immediately recognized it as the card I had placed in the drawer of my room. Samuel said grimly, “When did she run up there? None of us noticed.” The girl named Emily looked down at me smugly from above. She said, “You’re Natalie? Just like your mom, you’re a fraud who took my place for eighteen years.” “From now on, your room, your clothes, your jewelry—all of it is mine.” I interrupted her, my patience completely gone. I said, “This isn’t over yet. You’re trespassing and committing robbery. I can call the police.” A trace of guilt flashed across Emily’s face, but she shouted loudly, “My mom has the test report. Sir Howard is my grandfather. That’s solid proof.” Skylar’s face was full of pride, as if she were holding some priceless treasure. She snorted lightly and said, “I specifically did a paternity test. I am the true daughter of the Howard family.” “Today, I’m not only here to claim my family but also to kick you two impostors out.” I opened the paternity test report. The last page indeed stated that Skylar is Nathan’s biological daughter. Samuel stood aside and lowered his voice to ask me, “Natalie, how do you think we should handle this? Could this be true?” I gave him a speechless glance. Samuel is obsessed with academic research, while Robert is only interested in painting. Neither of them cares about external matters. At this moment, they were completely at a loss, looking at each other, not knowing what to do. I had a strange expression, recalling some things Madelyn had told me before. I sneered inwardly, already having a rough idea. I was about to speak when the sound of footsteps approached. A voice asked, “What’s the big deal? Why did you call us back in such a hurry?” It was Madelyn. We were about to step forward to greet her, but a figure rushed past us even faster.

Skylar grabbed Madelyn’s hand, crying, her expression instantly turning sorrowful and aggrieved. She said, “Mom, I’ve been searching for you so hard. I’ve wandered outside for forty years and finally found my family now. “Thankfully, I didn’t give up. Now I can finally have a home.” Madelyn calmly glanced around the living room before asking, “You say you’re my daughter?” Skylar nodded frantically, then hurriedly snatched the identification report from my hand and handed it to Madelyn. After reading the identification report, Madelyn stared at Skylar for several seconds. Skylar didn’t notice the subtle change in Madelyn’s expression and pulled Emily forward. Emily cleverly greeted as well, her tone sweet and ingratiating. She said, “Grandma, I’m Emily, your biological granddaughter.” The mother and daughter squeezed next to Madelyn, their eyes wary, as if afraid we might approach. However, Madelyn didn’t give them the enthusiastic response they expected. She sat down on the chair, her expression serious, and said, “Switching babies is indeed a big deal. Nathan isn’t here yet. Why don’t you first explain how you discovered this?” At this, Skylar started choking up again. She said, “I grew up without parents, and my biggest wish has always been to find my family. “Last month, while sorting through my foster mother’s belongings, I accidentally found her diary. That’s when I learned that forty years ago, when I was born, she had switched me. “I spent so many days trying to find you. I even did a paternity test first, just to make sure you wouldn’t deny me.” Skylar’s words made her seem so aggrieved yet so considerate. She said, “I know you’ve developed feelings for the fake daughter over the years, and even my brothers have been taking my things for her. “You don’t have to consider my feelings and kick her out. Anyway, the house is big enough to support both of us.” As she spoke, she kept wiping the corners of her eyes while secretly glancing at Madelyn’s reaction. Madelyn stayed silent, while my two uncles were stunned. Robert couldn’t help but whisper, “But Harper and Natalie own several houses. They only come back here occasionally to stay anyway.” Skylar’s eyes instantly turned red, pointing at me and Harper in shock. She exclaimed excitedly, “Why do they get so many houses? That’s all the Howard family’s money. It should all be mine.” Skylar almost broke her voice and forgot to maintain her pitiful facade in front of Madelyn, unable to hide the jealousy in her tone. She said to Madelyn, “Mom, now that I’m back, shouldn’t everything that originally belonged to me be returned?” “The Howard family is so wealthy, Harper and Natalie must have plenty of assets under their names. Those houses, cars, and those hundreds of millions of dollars should all be returned to us.” Skylar hinted to my uncles, “Samuel, Robert, I’m just a woman and don’t know how to run a company. If Harper returns everything to me, I’ll give you all the company’s shares. How about that?” However, my two uncles just exchanged an awkward glance. Samuel said, “But we don’t handle the company’s affairs. We gave the shares to Natalie a long time ago. She’s the one Mom and Dad groomed as the heir.” Now it was Emily’s turn to scream. She broke down, pointing at me with eyes full of resentment. She shouted, “Why does Natalie get to inherit the company? I’m your real niece!” She then turned to Madelyn and said, “Grandma, are you really going to hand the family business to an outsider?” I let out a soft scoff and said, “Don’t think too highly of yourself. If the company isn’t handed to me to run, should it be given to you to squander?” Emily angrily said, “I am the real member of the Howard family. Once I reclaim my identity, everything in the Howard family will be mine.” “Once my grandpa arrives, I’ll make sure you all pay the price.”

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I am a high-end call girl at the Glamour Shade Club. But the richest man, Everett Garcia, offered me a billion dollars to marry his brother, Oliver Garcia. He did this only because Oliver refused to settle down as the family heir and insisted on humiliating himself to please a poor and stubborn woman, Mia Murphy. Oliver fought, raced cars, and set off fireworks worth tens of millions of dollars to boldly express his love for Mia. Mia kept saying she didn’t deserve Oliver while playing a game of “cat and mouse” with him, all the while using his status to make money. Everett said to me, “Within a month, I want her gone from Oliver’s side.” When I heard Everett say that, I originally wanted to refuse. But when I saw Mia’s profile, I laughed. I realized this woman was the one who bullied me back in school. I picked up the globally limited edition black card and replied, “I’ll take on this mission to save Oliver.” Oliver’s willingness to set aside his dignity for love, pleasing others and humbling himself to pursue Mia, had already become the talk of the town, sparking much discussion. Everyone was speculating about when Oliver would successfully win Mia over. Oliver’s friends even spent big money betting that he could win Mia over within a month. And it was at this moment that I announced to the public that Oliver and I were engaged. So, when I arrived at the bar where Mia worked, a group of wealthy people splashed wine on my face. I shuddered suddenly, cowering in fear and turning my head to the side. The shadow of the overhead light happened to cover my face. A man sneered and said, “Mr. Garcia likes Mia. I advise you not to ruin their relationship.” Mia was forcibly held on Oliver’s lap. Her eyes showed a hint of smugness, but her face was full of stubbornness and defiance. She shouted, “Oliver, I told you I don’t like you. Now, your fiancée is here. Let me go.” Mia spoke loudly, but her tone wasn’t truly disgusted; instead, it sounded jealous and angry. I sneered inwardly. After all these years, Mia’s way of outwardly rejecting while actually attracting others was still exactly the same as before. Unfortunately, I am no longer the Ariana Castillo who let her bully me back then. I slowly lifted my head, revealing slightly reddened eyes and a face that was both innocent and subtly seductive. A few strands of hair dampened by wine clung to my face. Today, I deliberately wore a white dress. After being soaked with wine, it clung tightly to my body, perfectly showcasing my curves. Everyone present froze for a moment when they saw my face. When their gaze shifted to my figure, the sound of gulping echoed one after another. Only Mia’s face turned as if she’d seen a ghost. She suddenly stood up from Oliver’s lap, staring at me blankly for a few seconds. Then, she asked in disbelief, “Ariana? How could you be Oliver’s fiancée?” I sighed softly, my face showing just the right amount of vulnerability and fragility. I said to her, “Ms. Murphy, rest assured. I won’t compete with you for Oliver.” I looked at Oliver, tears welling up in my eyes but not falling, making me appear both stubborn and delicate. Oliver’s favorite was exactly Mia’s stubborn yet delicate expression. And now I appeared even more stubborn and delicate than Mia. Sure enough, Oliver’s gaze at me changed, no longer as resolute. I said to Oliver, “Oliver, I know you don’t like me. I’m willing to cancel the engagement and let you and Ms. Murphy be together.” Oliver showed a surprised expression. Just as he was about to speak, I interrupted him. I looked at him pleadingly and said, “My grandfather is in poor health and will have surgery next month. If you want to call off the engagement, could you wait until after his surgery? I don’t want him to worry.” This pitiful, fragile, and helpless expression, I practiced it in front of the mirror for a long time because it most easily stirs a man’s protective instincts. Sure enough, before Oliver could speak, the person who had just splashed wine on my face couldn’t wait to speak. He said, “Ms. Castillo, don’t worry. Mr. Garcia will surely agree to this small matter. I accidentally splashed wine on you just now. Are you okay? It’s all my fault.” The others also spoke up apologetically. One person said, “Ms. Castillo, my family runs a hospital. Would your grandfather like to come to our hospital?” Another person said, “I know top doctors abroad who can perform surgery on your grandfather.” My face was filled with emotion, and I kept expressing my gratitude, but my gentle gaze remained fixed on Oliver. Oliver nodded somewhat guiltily. “If you want, we can wait until your grandfather recovers before calling off the engagement.” I finally smiled, and the tears that had been welling up in my eyes fell like pearls. I softly said, “Thank you, Oliver.” “Then I won’t disturb you and Ms. Murphy.” I turned and left. However, after just two steps, my body weakened, and I fell backward. I silently counted in my heart. By the time I reached three, a pair of warm hands caught me.

The one who caught me was Oliver. After I steadied myself, he immediately withdrew his hands and gave a light cough. Oliver said to me, “Let me take you back.” Then, seeing Mia’s gloomy face nearby, Oliver hurriedly explained to her. He said, “Mia, don’t overthink. Everett asked me to look after her. I’m worried it’s not safe for her to go home alone.” Mia’s gaze turned dark. She stubbornly said, “You don’t need to explain to me. She’s your fiancée. It’s only right for you to take her home.” After speaking, Mia gave me a fierce glare and then turned and left. Oliver stood there, not knowing what to do. I said considerately, “I can go back alone. Go check on Ms. Murphy. Don’t let me cause any misunderstandings between you two.” Oliver hesitated for two seconds, then ran after Mia in the direction she left. The others present all wanted to escort me back. I politely declined and then left. In the hallway, a drunk man stopped me. He asked, “How much for a night?” Disgust flashed in my eyes, and just as I was about to slap him, I heard Oliver’s soft, flattering voice to Mia not far away. I thought for a moment, then pretended to look very scared and took two steps back. I said, “You’ve got the wrong person. Please move aside.” The man cornered me against the wall and said, “You’re already out here selling your body, so stop pretending to be pure. Let me tell you, I have plenty of money.” After saying that, the man puckered his lips and lunged at me. The smell of alcohol mixed with bad breath from his mouth almost made me throw up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver walking over, chasing Mia. So, I immediately pretended to be very scared. I shouted, “Don’t come any closer! My fiancé is Mr. Garcia. If you dare treat me like this, he won’t let you off.” The man spat and said, “Mr. Garcia? He only knows how to please women. Be with me instead. I’m way better than that guy.” The man grabbed me. Just as his mouth was about to touch my lips, he suddenly let out a piercing scream. I looked up and saw Oliver twisting his arm and kicking him away. The man was about to get angry, but when he saw it was Oliver, he quickly begged for mercy. Oliver kicked him several more times before telling him to get lost. Then, Oliver turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I shook my head and said I was fine, but tears of fear kept falling. Oliver said with a guilty look, “I shouldn’t have let you walk alone. Let me take you back.” I looked at Mia, who had a gloomy expression. Then, I said, “What about Ms. Murphy? Maybe you should stay with Ms. Murphy instead?” Oliver said to Mia with guilt, “Mia, I’ll come back to you after I take Ariana home.” I stood behind Oliver and winked provocatively at Mia. Mia, very angry, said sarcastically, “If you want to take her, take her. What does it have to do with me?” “However, the guests here have sharp eyes. Ariana might really be out selling her body. Taking her home would just delay her making money, wouldn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow. I knew Mia said that on purpose to disgust me. But I have to admit, she guessed right. Unfortunately, I won’t admit it, and Oliver definitely won’t believe it. Sure enough, Oliver’s face was full of disappointment. He said to Mia, “I told you, there’s nothing between Ariana and me. Even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t say things like that.” Mia realized Oliver was truly angry, but she didn’t explain. Instead, she glared at me with resentment and malice. After getting in the car, I reached out to stop the uneasy Oliver. I said to him, “Go find Ms. Murphy. Just have the driver take me home.” “If you don’t go soon, Ms. Murphy might actually get angry.” Oliver was still hesitating at first. After hearing my words, he immediately agreed and instructed the driver to make sure I got home safely. After the car started, I saw Oliver standing still, calling Mia through the rearview mirror. I don’t know what Mia said, but Oliver angrily threw his phone to the ground. I smiled. What happened tonight has already created a rift between Oliver and Mia. Now, just one more thing needs to happen, and they will completely part ways. But I didn’t expect this to happen so soon.

A wealthy man named Henry Brooks fell in love with Mia. He bet on a car race with Oliver, and the stake was Mia. After Everett found out about this, he immediately called him to come home. However, Oliver not only ignored Everett’s words but also had reporters and media widely publicize the matter. When I arrived at the mountain-top road, reporters, media, and onlookers had the place tightly surrounded. The race was about to start, and Mia and Oliver were having a quarrel. Mia stubbornly raised her head and said to Oliver, “Oliver, what gives you the right to use me as a bet?” Oliver affectionately ruffled her hair and said, “Mia, don’t worry. Your boyfriend is strong. I won’t lose.” Mia snorted coldly and said, “Whether you win or lose is none of my business. And you’re not my boyfriend.” Henry, sitting on the motorcycle, whistled. “Mr. Garcia, did you hear that? Mia said you’re not her boyfriend.” “After tonight, I’ll be her boyfriend.” Oliver ignored Henry and patted the motorcycle behind him. He said to Mia, “Mia, get on.” Mia glanced at Oliver but turned and walked to Henry’s motorcycle. She asked Henry, “Can I sit?” Henry immediately smiled and made room. “My pleasure.” Saying this, Henry gave Oliver a provocative look. Oliver’s face instantly turned grim. He shouted, “Mia, come here!” Mia ignored him and instead stubbornly sat on Henry’s motorcycle. Henry smiled and said, “Mr. Garcia, since Mia chose me, let’s skip the race. Just admit defeat. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Mia.” Mia still said stubbornly, “I have nothing to do with Oliver.” The people around kept saying Oliver was no match for Henry, shouting for Oliver to admit defeat. And this scene was broadcast live by reporters and media. Oliver became completely furious. Just as he was about to bring Mia over, he saw me walking toward him. He frowned and said impatiently, “Why are you here? Did Everett send you to persuade me to give up the race?” I gently shook my head and said, “I’m here to race with you. Isn’t there still a spot on the back of your bike?” After saying that, I climbed onto his bike. Oliver frowned and said, “Get off. Racing is dangerous.” With a gentle expression, I stubbornly said, “I’m not afraid. Besides, I believe you’ll protect me.” Oliver softened and told me to hold on tight to him. I immediately complied, reaching out to wrap my arms around Oliver’s waist. The next second, I noticed Oliver’s body stiffen slightly. Seeing my action, Mia’s face darkened. Soon, the match began. Oliver and Henry chased each other, pushing their bikes to the max speed. In the end, Oliver left Henry far behind and won the race. Oliver excitedly hugged me and shouted, “We won!” I was about to hug back when Mia rushed over and pushed me away. I could have dodged, but I deliberately let her push me to the ground. My knee got scraped by the gravel on the ground, immediately bleeding, and the pain brought tears to my eyes. Oliver was shocked and quickly helped me up. He asked worriedly, “Ariana, are you okay?” I held back the pain and said in a seemingly innocent yet subtly provocative tone, “I’m fine. Oliver, Ms. Murphy didn’t mean it. She just got anxious seeing me in your car and ended up pushing me.” Oliver turned his head, angrily looked at Mia, and commanded, “Apologize to Ariana!” Mia said in disbelief, “I didn’t push her. Ariana is framing me. She’s taking revenge on me.” Oliver’s face showed disappointment. He asked Mia, “Why would Ariana take revenge on you for no reason?” “Mia, how did you become like this?” Mia’s words were stuck, and she couldn’t say a single word. Oliver picked me up and then turned to leave. Looking at Mia’s almost twisted face, I smiled silently.

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My parents Axel Diaz and Claire Diaz were nominated as “CNN Heroes” candidates. They were selected because, despite being paralyzed, they collected and sold scrap to raise me into the top scorer in the SAT. The day the Harvard admission letter arrived, the TV crew came to interview me. They asked me what my wish was after becoming the top scorer in the SAT. I told them, “I don’t have any other wishes, I just want to invite you to my home for a seven-day secret live-streaming. Let everyone see how my parents raised a child from the mountains to become the top scorer in the SAT.” The TV crew happily agreed. They thought I was a filial, sensible child and wanted the entire American audience to know how hard Axel and Claire worked to raise me. However, when the live-streaming began, the entire American audience realized their previous thoughts were wrong. As soon as the secret live-streaming started, tens of thousands of viewers flooded into the live-streaming channel. [Are these the parents of the top scorer in the SAT? They look like simple and honest folks.] [They are amazing. Despite being disabled, they managed to send their daughter to a top university by collecting scrap.] [They truly deserve to be nominated as “CNN Heroes.”] The comments are full of praise for Axel and Claire. The day I became the top scorer in the SAT, Axel and Claire became famous. They became “CNN Heroes” nominees for their incredible story of raising their daughter into a Harvard scholar despite being disabled and relying on collecting scrap. This secret live-streaming was something I proactively proposed to the TV station without Axel and Claire knowing. Mini cameras were installed in my house and on the clothes Axel, Claire, and I often wear. I wanted everyone in America to see firsthand how Axel and Claire raised me to become the top scorer in the SAT. In the live-streaming footage, Axel and Claire were busy in the kitchen, pushing their wheelchairs, and soon served the dishes on the table. The three of us sat at the dining table, and the scene looked very warm and cozy. Axel pushed a full plate of pan-seared beef with celery puree in front of me, telling me to eat more. He said, “Eloise, Claire heard your acceptance letter is arriving today. At dawn, she dragged me to the market to buy the freshest celery and beef, saying she wanted you to have the freshest ingredients. You should eat more.” Eloise Diaz is my name. Claire smiled in agreement, continuously placing beef with celery puree onto my plate. She said, “My daughter is truly amazing. The only wish Axel and I have in this life is for you not to suffer like we did. When you go to college, you must study hard. That way, you can have a good life after graduation.” Axel and Claire gently touched my Harvard acceptance letter, both moved to tears. The audience also sighed, saying that Axel and Claire’s hard days were finally coming to an end. They said that once I graduate from Harvard and find a good job, my parents would no longer have to work hard every day collecting recyclables to make a living. Looking at the beef with celery puree on the plate, I hesitated to eat. I said, “Dad, Mom, I don’t eat celery.” Claire thought I was being picky and tried to persuade me, “Eloise, be good. Your body is already weak, eating more vegetables is good for you, so you can get enough nutrition.” Axel nodded in agreement and said, “That’s right, Eloise. When you go to Cambridge for college, Claire and I won’t be there to cook for you. You can’t start being picky like others.” Hearing this, the audience began criticizing me in the comments for being immature. [Eloise, your mom is cooking for you even in a wheelchair. You can’t let them down.] [I lost all my good feelings for her. Turns out she’s so hard to please.] [So speechless. Turns out Eloise is someone who doesn’t know gratitude.] [If I dared to be picky, my mom would have slapped me in the face already.] Under Axel and Claire’s persuasion, along with the audience’s criticism, I finally picked up the fork and ate the beef with celery puree on the plate. Seeing me eat, Claire was very happy and kept urging me to eat more, afraid I wouldn’t have enough. Axel also praised me for being a good kid. The audience directly praised Axel and Claire as good parents, patiently coaxing me even just to eat. However, just two minutes after swallowing the beef with celery puree, I started breathing heavily, struggling for air. Then, everything went black, and I fainted on the ground.

When I woke up again, I was already in the county hospital. The doctor was relentlessly scolding Axel and Claire. “How could you as parents be so careless? She’s severely allergic to celery. If you’d brought her in any later, she could have died! You must be more careful next time. She can’t have even a trace of celery.” After hearing the doctor’s words, the audience of the live-streaming channel began to change their attitude toward Axel and Claire. [What’s going on? They don’t even know their own daughter, whom they raised, is allergic to celery?] [I feel like they’re so irresponsible. They almost got their daughter killed.] While the audience was still feeling puzzled, Claire, with red eyes, rushed to me and apologized. She held my hand, her voice choked as she said, “I’m sorry, Eloise. I didn’t mean to. My Alzheimer’s acted up again, so I forgot about your celery allergy.” Axel also came over and said, “Eloise, Claire and I occasionally have Alzheimer’s episodes and almost hurt you. You’re our precious daughter. Thank goodness you’re okay. If something happened to you, how could Claire and I go on living?” Axel and Claire kept apologizing and repenting, their eyes filled with fear and regret. Hearing Axel and Claire’s explanation, the audience began apologizing in the comment section, saying they had misunderstood them. [I knew there must be a reason for what they did. How could parents harm their own child?] [These parents are so kind. I almost misunderstood them.] [Oh my. They haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life with their daughter and already have Alzheimer’s. They are truly so pitiful.] I didn’t express my stance, and the audience felt I shouldn’t have done that. Axel and Claire tried various ways to cheer me up, hoping for my forgiveness. Claire said, “Eloise, we really didn’t mean it. Please don’t blame us. We’ll be more careful in the future.” “I’ll note it down in my notebook when I get back, and I won’t let you have an allergic reaction again.” They both looked incredibly sincere, their eyes filled with intense emotion as they gazed at me. I lowered my eyes and just softly said, “Mm.” After gaining my forgiveness, Axel and Claire finally smiled. My allergy was severe, so I stayed in the hospital for treatment and rest for several days. These days, Axel and Claire took turns staying with me. At night, if Axel stayed with me at the hospital, Claire would go home to prepare my meals for the next day. Conversely, if Claire stayed with me, Axel would go home to prepare the meals. They kept switching, both revolving entirely around me. Seeing Axel and Claire’s love for me, the audience couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky I am to have such a family. And I enjoyed Axel and Claire’s thoughtful care. On the third day of my hospital stay, Axel and Claire pulled me out of bed. They patiently and repeatedly explained reasons for my own good. Claire said, “Eloise, you’ve been lying down for so many days, you should get some exercise. How about climbing the stairs to work out a bit? Only by exercising more can your body recover faster.” Axel said, “Exactly. You still have outdoor training when school starts. If you don’t exercise more now, you might not hold up during the training. If you faint, Claire and I will be worried.” Knowing how thoughtful Axel and Claire were, the audience started praising them once again. [Oh my gosh! I really wish I had parents who cared so much for their daughter.] [This is what exemplary parents should be like.] [Eloise is really lucky.] Axel and Claire pulled me toward the hospital stairwell, but I shook off their hands. My tone was very calm. “Dad, Mom, I’m not going.” Claire started persuading me with all kinds of kind words and reasoning, “Eloise, be good, don’t throw a tantrum. We’re doing this for your own good.” Seeing that I wouldn’t listen to them, the audience said Axel and Claire had my best interests at heart, but I couldn’t tell right from wrong and didn’t appreciate it. Axel and Claire surrounded me, trying to persuade me, looking like they wouldn’t give up unless I went. I got a bit annoyed by their pestering and couldn’t take it anymore, so I followed them to climb the stairs. Axel and Claire made me climb from the first floor to the sixth floor repeatedly. Claire stayed at the first-floor stairway, while Axel stayed on the sixth floor. By the third climb, a sharp pain struck my chest. Then, everything went black, and I collapsed on the fourth floor.

A passing doctor found me. After being rescued, I barely survived. As soon as I was wheeled out of the emergency room, the doctor scolded Axel and Claire, who were waiting at the door. He angrily said, “What kind of parents are you? Your daughter has a heart condition, and you still make her do such intense exercise?” “If it weren’t for the passing doctor, your daughter would have died.” At this moment, the viewers of the live-streaming channel were stunned. [Eloise’s parents, what are they even doing? If it’s not an allergy, it’s a heart attack.] [How has Eloise survived until now?] [What are they doing? How could the parents not know their daughter has a heart condition?] [Why do I feel like the more I watch, the stranger it gets?] The comments are full of viewers’ doubts. I groggily opened my eyes, and Axel and Claire immediately pounced on me. Claire kept crying, slapping herself frantically. “Eloise, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I forgot about your heart condition again.” Axel looked dejected and helpless. “Eloise, it’s all our fault. We were careless and almost hurt you again.” I stared at them blankly, without saying a word. This scene attracted quite a crowd to watch the commotion. Axel and Claire panicked a little. Claire said, “Eloise, our intentions were all for your good. We didn’t expect you to fall ill.” Axel said, “As long as you’re willing to forgive Claire and me again, we’ll agree to any condition you ask.” Some people around started thinking I was being unreasonable, making my parents apologize. Even the doctor tried to persuade me, saying they are my parents after all and that I shouldn’t make the situation too awkward. Of course, some viewers of the live-streaming channel also agreed with this opinion. They felt that since Axel and Claire had already apologized, if I kept holding out, it would be immoral and disrespectful to my parents. [Parents are bound to make mistakes as they get older. As long as she’s fine, that’s what matters.] [Yeah. They just love Eloise too much. When Eloise got hurt, they were the ones who felt the worst.] [Eloise, your parents only want the best for you. Don’t make them sad.] I glanced at the people around me, then at Axel and Claire, who were apologizing remorsefully. After a long while, I took a deep breath and told them to get up. Axel and Claire solemnly swore to be more careful with me in the future and never let me get hurt again. Claire vowed, “Eloise, if we ever hurt you again, may we be cursed and die in agony.” Axel said, “You are our only child. We are willing to trade our lives for your lifelong safety.” They kept their word, taking care of me with utmost attention, and no accidents ever happened again. Later, I stayed in the hospital for several more days before finally being discharged and returning home. At this time, there was still a month before school started. Axel and Claire brought a pile of books for me to study. Claire piled the books on my bed and patiently advised, “Eloise, even though you got into Harvard, you can’t slack off. Harvard is full of talented people. You need to start studying now, or you’ll feel a lot of pressure later.” Axel patted my head and told me to study hard. “Those with less ability need to start earlier. Working harder is never wrong.” At this moment, the viewers of the live-streaming channel were deeply moved. [Eloise’s parents are so wonderful, thinking everything through for her.] [I dream of having parents like this.] [They are truly role models. Parents who don’t love their children should take a look.] [I’ve become their fan. Only parents like this deserve to have children.] Looking at the mountain of college books in front of me, this time, I didn’t study according to Axel and Claire’s wishes. In front of Axel, Claire, and all the viewers on the live-streaming channel, I reached out and pushed all the books off the bed onto the floor. Then, I lifted my eyes and met Axel and Claire’s gaze. My gaze was icy, and my tone was extremely grim. “I won’t study.” Axel and Claire were stunned by my cold demeanor. After carefully observing me, they softened their tone to coax me. Claire said, “Eloise, we’re doing this for your own good. You must…” “Are you deaf? I said, I won’t study!” I directly interrupted them before they could finish. I tore up the remaining books on the bed and threw them to the ground. I knew in my heart that the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. The audience was shocked by the sudden twist. Just as they were about to scold me, the rebellious child, Axel and Claire’s expressions suddenly changed. What they said and did next shocked all the viewers on the live-streaming channel, leaving their faces pale. Axel roared, “Eloise, you!”

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In my past life, my husband Jacob Price used his brother Luca Price’s corpse to fake his own death. He did this to steal the identity of the richest man in Luca’s village and take Luca’s beautiful wife, Sadie Taylor, for himself. I saw through his plan and begged him to come home. But Jacob protected the seductive Sadie and coldly pushed me away. He said to me, “Charlotte, the dead can’t come back to life. Stop being crazy.” Charlotte Gomez is my name. Jacob, afraid I would expose his plan, pushed me into the icy river. I eventually froze to death. Our five-year-old daughter, Aria Price, was locked in a dog kennel and ultimately starved to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he held the fake funeral. This time, I didn’t expose him. Crying, I cooperated with them and said, “It’s hot. Let’s cremate the body quickly. We shouldn’t waste time.” While Jacob went to destroy the evidence of the body, I went straight to the police station and completely canceled “Jacob’s” identity. I held the urn and smiled as I collected a large amount of death compensation. ***** Jacob said, “Charlotte, please restrain your grief. The dead cannot come back to life.” His eyes were red, and he looked at me with a face full of sorrow, imitating Luca’s tone of voice. Looking at the man’s body, I let out a coordinated scream. I threw myself onto the body, crying out with all my strength, “How could you leave me like this?” His mother, Layla Price, came over and pulled me, repeatedly saying, “Charlotte, stop crying. Jacob is gone, but Luca is back. Our family has a pillar again.” I acted as if I had “suddenly understood,” wiped my tears, and said in a choked voice, “Luca, from now on, our family will completely rely on you.” Jacob looked at me with a complicated expression and said, “Charlotte, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you and the child suffer.” As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced toward the doorway of the inner room. There, Sadie was leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing a stylish red dress, which made her skin look delicate, her face beautiful, and her curves, especially her chest, very pronounced. She looked at Jacob with eyes full of temptation, a hint of a smug smile on her face. In the 1980s, the wealthiest man in the village, Luca, was a legendary figure in all the nearby villages. His beautiful wife, Sadie, was even the object of many men’s fantasies late at night. Jacob had long desired her. I cried for a while, then wiped away my tears. I said to Jacob, “It’s hot, and the body can’t be left for too long. Quickly contact the crematorium so he can leave with dignity. Let’s not waste time.” Hearing this, Jacob seemed as if he had been pardoned and immediately nodded, saying, “Charlotte, you’re right. I’ll take care of it right away.” Jacob couldn’t wait to load the body into the car, more eager than anyone to destroy the evidence. In the previous life, Jacob swapped bodies, using Luca’s corpse to fake his death and be with Sadie. Layla also cursed me, calling me a bringer of bad luck, saying I caused Jacob’s death and told me to take care of the newly postpartum Sadie. Their whole family conspired together, trying to make me work for them. But I saw through that Jacob wasn’t dead, cried, and begged him to come home, asking why he was pretending to be Luca. Jacob protected the alluring Sadie, said I was crazy and talking nonsense, then pushed me, who couldn’t swim, into the icy river. Our five-year-old daughter Aria cried and asked her dad why he didn’t want her anymore, but she was locked in the doghouse, starving for seven days and nights. We, the helpless mother and daughter, one froze to death, and the other starved to death. Living this life again, I’d rather be a widow than have this bastard of a man. I thought coldly, “Jacob, since you want so much to be Luca and live with Sadie, I’ll grant your wish. Be Luca for the rest of your life.” Jacob moved quickly and returned with an urn in less than half a day. The house had already set up a simple mourning hall according to funeral customs. In the photo on the altar was Jacob’s smiling face. Jacob is truly impressive; he actually managed to bury “himself.” The villagers and neighbors came to pay their respects. Seeing someone who was fine just a few days ago turned into a box of ashes, everyone couldn’t help but sigh. My face was pale, my appearance haggard, and I had lost a lot of weight. To others, I truly looked like a grieving widow who had just lost her husband. Jacob, no, I should call him “Luca” now. He wrapped his arm around Sadie’s slender waist and walked up to me. Then, in Luca’s tone, he said, “Charlotte, Sadie is frail and can’t stand for too long.” He helped Sadie sit down on a nearby chair, his face full of feigned sorrow and undeniable tenderness. I didn’t want to look at their disgusting display, but Sadie spoke up. Her charming eyes glanced at me sideways, her tone carrying a sense of condescension. She said, “Charlotte, Jacob is dead now. You’re a woman with a sick child; you’ll need Luca’s help sooner or later. You can’t just take advantage for free, can you?” Her greed was undisguised in her words. “Luca” immediately followed her words, saying, “Yes, Charlotte. I remember Jacob mentioned you still have a thousand dollars in private savings. That was from your mom, right? Why not take it out and buy Sadie a VCD player to keep her entertained at home?” “You’re a widow with a child, what do you need so much money for? If Sadie feels better, she’ll be able to take better care of you and your daughter in the future.” I suddenly lifted my head, my bloodshot eyes staring at him intently. That thousand dollars was the last bit of personal savings my mom painstakingly left me before she passed away, and it was also the money I had set aside to take Aria to treat her asthma. How dare he set his sights on that money? “Luca” felt a bit guilty under my gaze but still held his head high. He shouted, “Why are you staring at me? This is what Jacob promised me when he was alive. He said he’d save up to buy me a motorcycle. Now he’s dead. You should hand over the money, right? Besides, Sadie suffered so much with Luca. Now that Luca’s gone, can’t I, as his brother, make it up to Sadie?” In his panic, he even forgot his current identity, switching between being Luca and Jacob in his words. The villagers around were confused but all felt that asking a newly widowed woman for money was highly immoral. I stayed silent for a few seconds, then suddenly covered my face with my hands and burst into tears. I shouted, “I have no money left. Not a single cent. Jacob spent all his money on eating, drinking, and gambling, and even secretly took mine. I don’t even have money to buy medicine for Aria now.” “Luca” panicked and blurted out, “Impossible. You clearly still have a thousand dollars. That passbook is right in…” He stopped halfway through his sentence, his face turning extremely grim. Hearing his words, I cried even harder. I pointed at him and said, “Luca, my husband just died, his body isn’t even cold yet, and you’re here pressuring a widow about her private savings. Are you trying to drive Aria and me to death?” The things I cried about Jacob’s drinking, gambling, and whoring were, of course, false. Jacob may be a jerk, but he’s not that bad. But now, he has no way to refute it. The people around looked at me with sympathy and started persuading “Luca,” telling him as a grown man to be more forgiving. A woman said, “Luca, Charlotte has it tough.” A man said, “Yes. She’ll need you to take care of her more in the future.” Another man asked, “You’re the richest person in the village. What do you need that thousand dollars for?” “Luca’s” face looked terrible, too angry to speak.

I let out a cold laugh, then turned and rushed into the house, grabbing all of Jacob’s belongings, including his work clothes and our wedding photo. I said, “Jacob only left these useless things. I’ll burn them right now in front of everyone, so some people stop thinking about them.” I brought out a fire pit, threw everything in, and lit it directly. Flames instantly leapt up. “Charlotte, what are you doing?” “Luca” instinctively wanted to rush over to stop me, but he took one step and then stopped, his face extremely grim. He’s “Luca” now, what right does he have to stop me from burning my “dead husband’s” belongings? I picked up our wedding photo. In the picture, he was smiling brightly, and my eyes were full of happiness. I stared at the photo for a few seconds, then resolutely threw it into the fire pit. The glass of the photo frame shattered from the heat, making a crackling sound. “Luca” finally couldn’t hold back. He rushed over, his voice trembling. “Charlotte, these are Jacob’s keepsakes for you. What do you mean by burning them all?” I raised my tear-filled eyes and said, choking and fiercely, “He’s already dead. “What’s the point of keeping these lifeless things? “What’s more, you’re all pressuring me. My husband just died, and you’re already asking for money. Are you so eager to exploit us, a helpless mother and daughter?” I cried uncontrollably, overwhelmed with sorrow. Everyone around was moved, and the way they looked at “Luca” and Sadie changed. “Luca’s” face turned pale, his fists clenched, but he could only watch as I burned every trace of his existence in this world to ashes bit by bit. Back in the house, Aria tugged at my clothes, looking up with her pale face. She asked me in confusion, “Mom, that man outside is clearly Dad. Why does everyone call him Uncle?” My heart ached sharply. Yeah, even a five-year-old child can recognize him, yet he can harden his heart and ignore his own daughter. I held Aria tightly in my arms, trying hard not to let my tears fall. I said, “Aria, be good. That’s not your dad. Your dad has gone far away.” The next day, I entrusted Aria to a relatively trustworthy neighbor and got on the bus to the county town. I went to the textile factory where Luca used to work and went straight to the director, Daniel Nelson. Daniel, a kind-looking middle-aged man, sighed when he saw me and said, “Charlotte, we heard about Jacob. It’s such a pity. He was the youngest workshop director in our factory.” I lowered my head, my shoulders trembling slightly, pretending to be deeply saddened. Daniel comforted me, saying, “Jacob passed away on his way to fetch materials. If you have any difficulties, just let us know. The factory will do its best to help.” That’s exactly what I was waiting for. I immediately raised my head without hesitation and voiced the plan I had already prepared. I said, “Daniel, I request to have Jacob’s personal information removed from the factory records and to settle the compensation for his work-related death in a lump sum to me. As for the unallocated house, please convert it into cash and give it to me as well.” Daniel was a bit surprised. “Remove his personal information? Charlotte, according to the rules, you can take over Jacob’s position and work at the factory. Also, the compensation can be received monthly. This way, you and Aria will have some security in life.” This is exactly what I want to avoid. Taking over the position would mean I remain entangled with this factory and the Price family. I shook my head, tears streaming down again. “Daniel, I don’t want to stay in this heartbreaking place anymore. Aria has asthma. I want to take her to the big city for treatment. Staying here, every time I see the factory, I think of Jacob. I just can’t hold on any longer.” “So, I want to receive the compensation in one lump sum, then leave here with my child and start over.” My reasoning is perfectly valid. A grieving widow wanting to leave a place of sorrow—no one can say anything against that. Daniel thought for a moment, then nodded. “I understand how you feel. Alright. Rest assured, Jacob had his accident while sourcing materials for the factory, which definitely counts as a work-related death. The compensation will be given generously.”

The paperwork was processed faster than I expected. Three days later, I not only received Jacob’s official death certificate and identity cancellation documents but also a $3,000 compensation and a $50,000 housing subsidy. This was a huge amount of money in 1988. I clutched the money and documents tightly and returned to that disgusting home. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Layla sitting there resting. Seeing me come in, she said in a sarcastic tone, “The bringer of bad luck is back? Your man is dead, and you’re still running around all day. Which wild man are you seducing out there? My son was so unlucky to marry someone as cursed as you.” In the corner of the yard, five-year-old Aria was squatting on the ground, struggling to scrub a big basin of clothes. Her little hands, red from the cold, were covered in soap suds. My anger instantly boiled over, and I immediately rushed over to pick up Aria. I roared, “Aria is only five years old. Can’t you see her hands are swollen from soaking?” Layla put her hands on her hips and started cursing. She said, “You and Aria live in the Price House, eat the Price family’s food. If you don’t work, do you still expect to be treated like princesses?” I let out a cold laugh and said, “Fine. Since you say so, we’ll leave. After all, my husband is already dead. Staying here makes me an outsider. I won’t take advantage of the Price family.” Saying that, I turned around with Aria in my arms, ready to leave. Layla panicked and rushed over to stop me. “You want to leave? Not so easy. Sadie is about to have a baby. If you leave, who will take care of her? You’ve been living off my family for free all these years, and now you want to go? No way.” Under the window in the inner room, Sadie was touching her barely showing belly, looking at me smugly. She said, “Charlotte, it’s not my fault your womb failed you. I’m carrying Luca’s only heir, the Price family’s only grandson. You better serve me well.” Jacob walked out from behind her, one hand supporting her waist. He said to me in a commanding tone, “Charlotte, my mom’s getting old, and Sadie needs care right now. Stop throwing a tantrum.” I laughed out of anger. Where was he, as a husband, when I was pregnant with Aria? When my water broke, I went to the town hospital alone, in pain so severe I nearly died. Because the ultrasound showed I was having a girl, Layla treated me horribly. After I gave birth, she didn’t even give me a single bowl of hot soup. Jacob, using work as an excuse, didn’t come to the hospital even once. Now, what right do they have to expect me to serve like a slave the woman who took my husband and my place? I clenched my teeth and carried Aria back to our small, dark room. After closing the door, I carefully wiped her hands dry and applied my homemade hand cream. Outside the door, I heard Luca and Sadie talking in hushed tones. “Look at Charlotte like that. If it weren’t for your cleverness in taking Luca’s identity, the kids and I would’ve been bullied to death by her,” Sadie said in a sweet, coquettish voice. Luca’s voice was very gentle. He said, “Don’t worry, Sadie. For you and our child, I’m willing to do anything. I will protect you both for a lifetime.” “My mom is on your side too. Otherwise, why would she agree to me pretending to be Luca? She only cares about money and her grandson.” My palms ached sharply from my nails digging in, and my lips were almost bitten to the point of bleeding. It turns out, the child in Sadie’s belly is actually Jacob’s. It turns out, they had been together all along. It turns out, Layla knew about the whole thing from the very beginning. Their whole family teamed up to treat me like a fool, a tool they could sacrifice and manipulate at will. Looking at Aria’s peaceful sleeping face, I took a deep breath and kept telling myself in my heart, “Charlotte, soon. You’ll soon be able to take the child and leave this hell.” Sure enough, two days later, Daniel sent me a message through someone, saying that the General Services Administration was short of an accountant. He had already arranged it for me, and I could report anytime. I immediately packed the few belongings Aria and I had, grabbed all my possessions and documents, and got ready to leave at dawn. But I didn’t expect that as soon as I opened the door holding Aria, I saw Luca’s grim face. He stared intently at the bulging backpack in my hand, his tone icy cold. He asked, “Charlotte, with that backpack, where are you planning to take Aria?”

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